#leverage is my special interest if you couldn’t tell

[cachow-it]

so unfair I Hab a dream that leverage movei but no leverage movie 😭😭😭😭

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

2023 Movie Journey #5: Ant-Man

ant-man. i loved this movie! it’s just an all-around good time, one of the best franchises in the whole mcu (for me, it’s now my second-favorite, after black panther). 

and the story of me watching this is a fun one: i bought my ticket to see  quantumania before i had ever seen this one or its sequel, presuming based on the cast and everybody i know liking these movies that i had really zero chance of regretting that choice. i just barely squeezed in these movies after buying the ticket--i watched this the night before going to the theater and then i got up early to squeeze the sequel into my morning before i left to see ant-man 3.

because of that time crunch, though, i didn’t fully review these after watching them. i took notes that look more like stream of consciousness bullet points, and now it’s like a year later and i have to make those make sense! lol. here goes.

first off, the action sequences in this movie were way more dynamic because of how it played with the size shifting, and as somebody who desperately needs a reason to care about action sequences, i enjoyed that. they kept it interesting. on top of that, it had so much heist and warmth and fantasy science that this movie balanced the (for me, excessive) action.

i got a full-blown anxiety stomachache during the big heist, because i liked all of the characters and didn’t want any of them to get hurt. special mention here goes out to ant-thony the flying ant: i loved him as soon as we met him, and i also had an instant fear that he wouldn’t survive. thanks, honey i shrunk the kids, for permanently scarring me emotionally as a child. now i am an adult who is terrified of bugs but also has to let them live in my spaces because i cannot kill them. 

scott lang is probably the most sympathetic superhero, though of course that’s subjective. but even though he’s not my favorite (that’s been shuri since black panther), the fact that he only cares about two things in the world when we meet him--and that’s his daughter, and punishing greedy evil rich people and helping those they hurt? just, excellent. this is marvel doing leverage, and i have no complaints.

the graphics of the ants are done really well in this, the cgi wasn’t annoying at all...but they still squick me out. i just don’t like bugs. ant-thony deserved a memorial from scott, though. i didn’t like the feeling that he was replaced by a giant ant pet at the end like all ants are interchangeable. scott had bonded with him! i get that during the action he couldn’t exactly stop and reflect or anything, but either you named your ant friend and you’re genuinely bummed he died, or it’s a punchline and you’ll never think about him again. i prefer the latter.

and like i said, i loved all the characters, but luis’s monologues in the form of attempting to relay important information are the literal best. he is me anytime i try to tell a story. ”i just get excited and stuff.”

my one character exception is the guy played by bobby cannavale, because i just had no use for him, lol. in fact, i didn’t even realize it was him! i kept thinking bobby cannavale’s character looked kind of like bobby cannavale, but not actually like him, through most of the movie--until i was looking something else up and saw his name in the cast. scott’s daughter was great for lots of reasons but her total unimpressedness with bobby cannavale delighted me because i felt the same way.

i thought they handled making scott and hope romantic very well. the actors have good chemistry so i was rooting for them, but the push/pull between  antagonistic and flirty is difficult to do successfully, and they could only move things along so much from her open resentment towards him in the beginning to them being a team by the end. this was too lighthearted a movie to spend much time on Them, so just nodding to it and then making jokes and moving along felt right. 

also i loved that anthony mackie was in this. i’m really not familiar with his character, i saw age of ultron but barely remember it, and i double checked--i’ve never seen any other mcu movie sam is in. BUT i do know the actor, from the hate u give and elsewhere and he’s excellent. so he was a cool choice of character to include and it gave me a nice way to see a little more sam.

the end bits were neat, too. i really love that in hope, they created a genuinely strong female character--not always nice, in fact sometimes an asshole...aka a real person just like male characters are allowed to be. so it felt earned when she realized her father was finally going to work with her at the end. 

and while i find it annoying, as a mostly non-viewer of mcu movies, to have bits with totally other characters and worlds shoved in after the film is over to weave the worlds together and try and make you care about it all...i adore anytime a movie is like ‘X will return’ because when i enjoyed the movie, it’s like a little concluding gift to promise me more--i was really happy when shang chi did the same. 

in the end, my biggest takeaway from this movie is that it is a rare crowd-pleaser. this is one of those movies that, when you’ve managed to avoid watching it for eight years and everybody is eager to tell you how great it is, you can feel a little suspicious of the hype. but it IS that good! as soon as i saw it, i showed it to the one person i knew who hadn’t already seen it, and despite her doubts going in, she also loved it. 

so i can recommend this one to almost anybody, and i wish more movies like this still got made, that are lovable for broad audiences. (i get that marvel movies in general make obscene amounts of money, but i certainly don’t care about most of them, so that’s not what i mean. i want more action movies that make an effort to appeal to people besides action fans. clearly it’s possible!) 

if you have a serious aversion to ants, i would probably advise you to steer clear. but if you like thievery or dads and daughters or michael douglas or a brisk romp with science, this is a really great movie.

[kpopjust4u]

You belong to me.

Post Date: 24th August 2022 Content: Fluff/ Smut & Angst - NCT Jaehyun x Reader WC: 2K TW?: Mafia Boss!Jaehyun/ Jealousy/ Established relationship/ Mentions of guns/ Mentions of violence/ Profantities/ Grinding/ Neck Kissing/ Throat Grabbing/ Penetration/ Impregnation/ Creampie/ Aftercare Request?: Yes Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 51 - “Touch them, and we’re going to have problems” 69 - “Can’t keep my hands off of you” 163 - “I’m protective over what’s mine”

It wasn’t that you didn’t agree with what Jaehyun did for his job, it was the pure fact that he barely had any time for you. However you couldn’t complain for when he did, he’d spoil you until all the worried about his job faded away from your sub-conscience, only for it to come back when he’s back to coming home past the point of being able to stay awake. 

It was rare to be even involved in his work, but tonight was the exception that he was going to make. With a business opportunity - unfortunately with their rivals - on the cards for the dinner in the evening, Jaehyun needs you there to be the source of some leverage on his behalf. 

However, this dinner bored you to no extent, picking at the food on your plate like it was something to play with to entertain yourself. The business talk was also boring, you had no clue about the discussion and to be quite honest, you had no interest in getting involved either, only being there for Jaehyun since he asked you all so nicely to join him for “moral support”. 

Moral support obviously wasn’t the only part you played in this, and this was evident in the way that the other mafia boss couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It seemed unfortunate that he didn’t have someone to share this special evening with, and had to swoop as low as making very obvious observations, mostly to your chest that was a full-on show. Dress to impress they say, dress to impress.

Interests peaks in the conversation once the sound of a chair scratches back on the floorboards, and the rival boss gets up to his feet and hands clasped together. It had seemed they were coming to an agreement but it was slowly showing that there was no conversation of you being part of any deal.

“So Mr Jung, it appears that we have a deal?” the tall, dark-headed man lowly announces, strolling around the table, eyes glued to you, so much you felt your skin burning. 

“Only if you can tell me what either of us get out of it,” Jaehyun stands tall, hovering over you, hand at the ready to shake the hand of the rival. 

Or that’s what he thought, the man puts his hand out but not to take Jaehyun’s. Instead, his hand falls to your shoulder, caressing it as he’s got a full clear view of your rack, biting his lip at the sight.

Jaehyun doesn’t take kindly to this at all, getting the hint as to what the guy wanted, instantly regretting bringing you along. Gritting his teeth as he swats the man’s hand away, getting between you both as he comes face-to-face with his rival. 

“Touch her, and we’re going to have problems,” he growls, hand reaching to his belt, swiftly pulling out a gun, holding it against the rival's head. 

The minute you heard guns clicking surrounding you, your heart sinks into your stomach as you rush to Jaehyun’s side, his arm firmly wrapped around your waist, protecting you from any gunshot that could even be fired. 

You underestimated how much Jaehyun actually cared for you as he pointed the gun around the room, eyes dark with pure rage. How dare someone touches his sweetheart, his peace? How dare someone threatens you with guns in his presence? They were lucky he put his gun away, forcing you out of the doors out of the meeting without another word, but you were sure there were going to be plenty once he’s with them alone in the near future. 

“Feel free to tell me no the next time I ask you to come along to work with me,” Jaehyun hisses to himself, though says it directly to you, pausing in his steps to force you to look at him, hands firm on your shoulders. 

It was hard to look at him in the eyes, especially when he was on the verge of blowing off the heads of everyone in that room, starting with their boss. His blood boiled to the point his face was red and his skin burned with every touch, especially his hands on your shoulders as you felt as though they could melt the skin they touched. 

“Promise me, you will,” he continues to hiss, face barely leaving space in front of yours for you to breathe.

Taking a deep breath in, you cup his cheek, looking into the burning eyes of your beloved, sharing a small smile before making the promise and reassuring him that you won’t come again, “I promise. I love you”.

“I love you too,” his tone softens, assisting you into the car that patiently waited for you on the road, never letting a hand leave your body in any way, this time it warmed up your hand as he nods to the driver to make a move. 

The journey back home felt like it took hours, enough time for you to relive the moment of being at gunpoint, over and over again. Sweat starts to break out of your skin as reality sets in, realising that one wrong move and you possibly wouldn’t have gotten out of there alive. 

Noticing your state of panic, Jaehyun grips your hand tighter, using the other to caress your cheek, wiping away the stray tear that fell from your eye and stained your rosy cheeks. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. No one’s ever going to hurt you, they’d be dead before they could even have the chance,” he reassures, flashing you the smallest smile possible.

It was reassuring and you knew you could trust him when he said that but god forbid they find out where you lived, it could impact everything and you couldn’t help but worry about the worst.

“Hey, I’m protective over what’s mine, okay? For you and our future children, I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe,” he adds, giving you a helping hand with the car door, opening the door for you for both the car and the door to the house. 

The way your hips swayed as you walked in front of him turned his rage for the pigs that call themselves bosses into pure lust. He hadn’t been able to properly look at you in the outfit you picked out that you thought appropriate for the meal.

“Fuck...” he grunts to himself through gritted teeth, admiring your beauty that helped him forget about the incident. 

Taking the moment to appreciate what he has, he doesn’t regret risking his own life for you. He just regrets never making enough time for you, walking up to you as your try to drink some water to help with your dry throat. 

Slightly startling you with the sudden touch of his hands on your hips, you giggle to yourself, realising it was just him, before your mind wanders as much as his hands. The way he was grabbing at you, kissing the back of your head gently, moving the hair out the way of your neck to get to it without any disruptions. 

“You okay?” you giggle, though it was more like a pleasant moan with the way his lips press against the most sensitive spots on your neck, creating a puddle of heat at your core. 

“Mhm, I just can’t keep my hands off of you. My perfect little Mrs Jung,” he muffles through the kisses, pulling you as close to him as possible, practically grinding up against you as his boner rubs against your ass.

“I could just take you here and now,” he growls, bending you over the counter, holding the back of your neck down so your back curves, dry humping you to see how you react but is pleased when you moan in response to his actions. 

“Please do,” you whimper, causing an eyebrow to raise on his face, finding it very tempting as it would be so easily done and it drove him insane how you were happy to do whatever in this moment and time. 

Lifting your dress up to expose your ass and lace underwear in his favourite colour on you, “And you wore the pink lace, just for me?”. 

You hum in response, wiggling your ass to get a reaction from him as his fingers dig into the skin on the cheeks, taking your ass into his hands as he spreads them, looking down at your core through your soaked underwear. 

It didn’t take long for him to move your underwear aside, giving no time in giving you both what you desired as he teases his cock at your entrance and covered his tip in your juices, biting down hard on his lip as he does so. 

He’s barely touching you and you’re already uncontrollably moaning like he’s pounding you into next week, setting him off completely as he enters you with one swift movement of his hips. This makes you jerk, and scream his name once the feeling of him filling you up knocks the air out of your lungs. 

“If you don’t end up bearing my kids after this, I’m fucking you until you do,” he grunts, his thrusts harsh against your behind, making you moan out in pleasure.

“Please Sir, please put your children in me,” you whimper, loving the excuse to be able to get your world rocked at any given chance to eventually have his children. 

It was like the magic words in his ears that made him go feral, grabbing your hips to hold you there as he fucks you mercilessly, your walls tightening around him as he grunts, digging his nails in before grabbing at your throat to pull your back up against his, the other hand lifting your leg so he could stay deep inside of you. 

The way his cock hits the top of your walls, stretching you out especially being helped like this, you couldn’t help but cry, tears rolling down your face in pleasure and screaming as he shows no sign of slowing down until he’s filled you up with his cum. 

If it was all the pent-up anger turned into pure lust and admiration for you that edged him closer and closer to the release, he really couldn’t complain. The combination of that and the way you perfectly wrapped around his cock made him weak for you as he makes sure that you were pushed over the edge first.

Holding tightly onto him with one hand and the other against the countertop, your knot snaps quickly and harshly as you crumble in his grasp, gasping for air as you ride through it. Jaehyun follows not long after, letting you bend back over so none of his cum is wasted, painting your walls white. 

The sound of heavy breathing and the smell of sex fills the kitchen as you both try to come back to reality, the sensations of cumming hitting you hard as your minds go blank until they start to race with emotions and thoughts. 

Catching you before you collapse onto the floor from your knees giving out from underneath you, Jaehyun picks you up, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom where he gently places you on the bed.

The way he gently undresses you, planting kisses all over your exposed skin sendings your mind racing, your skin tingling after each kiss that touches you, “I love you”.

“I love you too,” you breathlessly reply, still in a daze, holding onto him tightly, welcoming his warmth and scent as it calms you down. 

“I’m going to run a bath for us, okay?” he adds, pinching your chin gently to look at him, with a genuine smile on his face, his features turn soft as you melt. 

It was something you haven’t seen in a long while but you were so glad you got to see it, especially getting the treatment that you were getting to make up for the event earlier on. 

Just as he was about to leave to run the bath, he swiftly turns on his heels, a smirk plastered on his face before slowly saying, “And~ I’m going to take a few days off from work. We’re going out for a meal tomorrow”.  

[anotherblinder]

Reunion

Part One || Betrayal

Summary || You see Thomas Shelby again after a couple years of him betraying you. Only, you meet him again with your husband Alfie Solomans.

Word count || 925

Warnings || None

Pairings || Thomas Shelby x Reader (enemies) Alfie Solomans x Reader

Note || Here is part two to Betrayal! I hope you all like it and maybe I'll do a part 3 of when Tommy shoots Alfie. Special shout out to @wayward-timetravel-collector as they saw exactly where this fic was going before I even posted it. sorry it won't let me tag you. This has not been edited. This is my first time ever writing Alfie so please excuse if he's ooc.

Things have been very different since not having communication with Thomas Shelby. Though it was in a good way. At first it hurt, it really fucking hurt. After all you lost you’re best friend to a woman he’s barely known. Chose to believe her over you. That didn’t mean you weren’t close with the rest of the Shelby’s. Tommy was the only one who burned you, not everyone else. Normally, anyone Tommy kicked out everyone ignored and shamed. Well, the ones who didn’t end up dead. You were a different case. They’ve known you since you’ve been born. You were only a few years younger than Tommy.

No, everyone else in the family believed you. They knew you wouldn’t rat them out like that. Even tried to tell Tommy but he ignored them. Hell, Polly even told you Grace told Tommy she was the actual one who told the police where the guns were. He never came forward and apologized. Of course if he did that meant hell froze over. You even told Polly he could contact you only to apologize if he wanted too. Her and Arthur tried hard to repair the burned bridge, but Tommy made his choice. There would be no repairing what had been burned. It would stay ash.

What happened with you? Well, you had found a nice man. One that wasn’t an abusive husband or drunk. Hell, even both, it was nice. You happened on him by chance. A few months after everything with Thomas, he helped heal your heart. Today was going to be an interesting day, Alfie had told you he had a meeting with Thomas Shelby. Until now, you’ve refused to talk or even be in the same room as Thomas. But, he wanted to meet the wife of Alfie Solomans. For whatever reason, probably to use as leverage if needed. This time you agreed to meet with the Shelby. You wanted to show Thomas, you didn’t need him, that you could take care of yourself. Show him how you moved up in the world. Alfie knows of you’re relationship with Thomas. You told him when Alfie first started doing business with him.

The sound of your heels resonated as you walked to Alfie’s office. It was time to face the man who betrayed you. Taking a deep breath, you put on a smile and opened the door.

“Ah, there she is now. Hello, my love, Tommy here is looking forward to meeting you. Says he hopes to get along, ya?” Alfie spoke with a bite

“I don’t see that happening unfortunately. Isn’t that a shame Mr. Shelby?” You replied

It felt like the room got colder after you spoke. It was silent, no one spoke. You stayed standing at the door with his back turned to you. The smile long since dropped from you’re face. Slowly Thomas turned to face you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. Regret? Surprise? Sad? Who was to say. You weren’t going to think into it either.

“(Y/n).” Thomas said

“That’s Mrs. Solomons to you. We are not on friendly terms. This is a business meeting. Nothing more, nothing less.” You replied

“I love it when she does that. See, my wife, she is a very respectful woman. So if she doesn’t like ya, then I don’t either. See Tommy, the only reason we are in this business is because it was the right move. Had it not been, I would have said fuck off and left it at that.” Alfie spoke up

“Wouldn’t have made a difference. After all, Shelby doesn’t like taking no for an answer.” You said

“Suppose you’re right about that. Well,” Alfie said with a clap of his hands, “I will give you a moment. If he does anything just shoot him.”

Alfie pressed a kiss to your cheek as he walked out the door. The entire time Thomas had his eyes on you. It was dead silent. There wasn’t anything to say. You both knew where you stood. Neither one of you had anything to say to each other.

“I didn’t know you got married.” Thomas broke the silence

“Why would I tell you?”

“To my enemy of all things.”

“Funny thing about that, he wasn’t you’re enemy until recently. Let’s get straight to the point. You thought I would come running back to you after that night. Proved that wrong.” You scoffed

“Yet you stayed in contact with everyone else.” He spat

“I don’t remember anyone else fucking accusing me of betraying the family. No, that was just you. I heard she admitted it.”

“Yes, Grace told me she was the one who told Campbell about the guns. I’m sorry.”

“Too late for apologies, Shelby. I don’t accept it. You had you’re chance long ago for that. you made your choice.”

“You going to continue to call me Shelby? You’ve known me for you’re whole life.” He said agitated

“That’s the sad part, I have. My own best friend broke my heart. So yes, I will call you Shelby. I’ll never call you anything else. Ever again,” You said and turned to the door before pausing, “Oh, my condolences on the death of your wife. Seems rats get what they deserve eventually.”

You could feel the anger resonating off Thomas as you walked out the door. Had you been on good terms with both of them, you’d genuinely feel for his loss. Unfortunately life has a funny sense of humor. As for seeing Thomas again, hopefully it would be at his funeral.

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Domestic

Natasha Romanoff x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2000 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Nat has a super cute wifey who likes to have mass dinners for all the avengers at their home

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The arrangement that Clint had for Laura and the kids had worked for him.

By all accounts, most people didn’t even know that they existed, which in this life, certainly helped to keep them alive.

Having people that you loved made you vulnerable, and it also put all of their lives in danger. Clint knew that all too well, and made sure that no one would know who or where they were in order to protect them.

It was a good plan, a smart plan, and when you and Natasha got married, she wanted the same thing for you.

You were the love of her life, and one of the only people in the world she truly cared for. She had spent her entire life sure that she would never fall in love, or get too close to anyone, but you had easily broken down all those walls.

That made you more valuable than gold to her.

You were her everything, and if hiding you away was what she’d have to do to keep you safe, no one would need to know about you. It had been easy for Clint, and others like him, so there was no reason it couldn’t work for her too.

Fury understood that Natasha wasn’t taking this issue lightly, so he and Colson took special precautions to make sure that no one would ever be able to find you unless they had high enough clearance and couldn’t be registered as a threat.

After all, Nat had no shortage of enemies and getting ahold of you would be all they would be after.

You were valuable to them too, for a much different reason.

Getting to you would put Natasha in quite the predicament. Using you as leverage, there was virtually nothing they couldn’t find out, which meant it was in S.H.I.E.L.Ds best interest to keep you hidden too.

They had too many secrets to keep, and Natasha held the key to most of them.

So, she kept you hidden away.

It was safer for the two of you to just keep the love you shared under wraps and you didn’t mind that. You understood that there could be real danger if you weren’t careful.

It was just something you had to do if you wanted to be with her, and you certainly did. Quite frankly, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her, even if it meant uprooting your whole life and practically going into witness protection.

However, staying there forever wasn’t an option either.

As with all things, nothing could stay a secret forever. At some point, the secret was bound to get out to someone; though, it wasn’t as detrimental as you had always assumed it would be when it finally came to light.

The visitors you had were more than welcome.

The knock at your door wasn’t one you had been expecting, but when you opened it, you were anything but worried.

Standing there, entirely unannounced, was the woman you’d married and all of the avengers.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, throwing your arms around her shoulders before she could so much as say hello. Technically, you weren’t supposed to be so open right away, but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t seen Natasha in months, and you weren’t sure you could hold back much longer with her right in front of you.

Living out here, while safe, was lonely.

Still, Natasha with as much as she missed you was paranoid by nature. Even this much, out in the open, made her nervous.

“Inside honey” she reminded gently, gingerly walking you back until you were safely within the confines of your home. It was only when the door was closed and locked with all of you inside that Nat visibly relaxed.

Understandably, she was uneasy about this whole thing.

Not only was she telling them all about you and the secret she’d been hiding for years at this point, but she was also gathering all the people she cared about in one place.

With a past like hers, it was a little stressful.

Though, she also found some amount of comfort in getting to see you again after all this time. The recent events had made it hard to sneak off and visit you without attracting suspicious or unwanted attention.

There was silence for a moment or two as the waiting crowd tried to figure out what was going on, or what about this place made it Natasha’s very important stop. She had been very clear that they couldn’t go anywhere until they came here.

There had to be a reason it was so important.

Natasha had never done anything like this before, and until this moment, they were sure that she didn’t have any personal connections to anything or anywhere. A woman like her, doing what she did, didn’t get that luxury.

...or, at least, they didn’t think so.

Almost immediately, of course, Tony connected the dots.

There was just something about the way she looked at you, and the way you looked back at her in turn, he’d seen it a million times before. He’d seen it in his own parents on the rare occasions they weren’t fighting.

You were in love.

The fact that he didn’t know you existed until today, or the fact that she’d hidden so much from him didn’t bother Tony in the least. In the lives they lived, everyone had their secrets, no one more so than Natasha.

If anything, he was glad she’d chosen to share with them now.

“This is your special lady, isn’t it?” he teased, doing his best not to be as awkward as he was sure it was coming across. Natasha was just so cagey about the things in her life, especially her love life, and this was news to him.

Good news, but news none-the-less.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say at first, taking your place at Natasha’s side. You knew who they were, of course, and you’d heard a lot about them but you had never had the privilege of meeting any of them before.

You didn’t get to meet many new people ever, for that matter. You were a little concerned that your people skills had gotten rusty.

It was impossible to know who was dangerous or not, and you didn’t want to risk running into the wrong kind. Being on high alert made it really hard to connect with people, even when you were sure they were safe.

It was new for you.

“This is my wife, Y/N” Natasha hummed, practically beaming as she finally said those words out loud. She had never had the privilege before, but this seemed like the perfect place to finally make it happen.

This was safe.

These people were safe, and even with as nervous as you were to be meeting them, you knew that Nat would never bring anyone even remotely dangerous to meet you.

The fact that she trusted them enough to bring them to your home meant that she trusted them, and if she trusted them, you could too. So, rather than hide behind your beautiful wife all night, you stood up a little straighter and decided to just give this thing a try.

“Hello, you must be the avengers” you tried, ignoring how strange the sentence sounded falling from your lips. It was hardly a normal thing to say, and hardly the most smooth delivery you’d ever given but it wasn’t the worst.

...And no one seemed too offended by it.

All in all, it was an okay icebreaker, and before too long, conversation was swelling all around you. You had gotten ready to start dinner when they arrived, so it seemed like the perfect thing to busy yourself with while they talked and checked out your home.

It was a cute little place, one Nat had practically fallen in love with, partially because of the close family floorplan and mostly because of the isolation.

The two of you sometimes talked about getting a bigger place, or moving somewhere far away from here, but for the pair of you, this house was just fine. It was decorated nicely, your way of having some agency over the situation you’d been put in with pictures and artwork everywhere.

“So, you’ve just been living here? Isn’t that a little difficult?” Steve asked, sitting down across from the island where you were stirring a bowl of what looked to be pasta salad.

This whole thing was blowing his mind.

In general, most everyone else had come to accept the arrangement you two shared as just part of being married to a spy but Captain America was less used to this whole thing, even now. The idea of hiding away your life partner was blowing his mind, even for safety's sake.

It seemed like it would be hard.

“It isn’t easy, but it’s just what we have to do. Nat’s made a lot of enemies over the years” you shrugged, doing your very best to explain the situation in the same way you did with everyone else.

It was just how it was.

You sometimes dreamed of what it would be like if you didn’t have to live like this. If you and Natasha could just go strolling down the street, hand in hand, without the fear of being kidnapped and tortured in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately though, that fear was justified. There were people everywhere who would have gladly gotten their hands on you, in this country, and all over the world.

“Well, you’ve got some allies in your corner now too” he smiled, finishing what was left of his glass of juice and then going to look through your wedding album with the others on the couch.

Clint had snatched it from the shelf as soon as he came in, after giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead as he always did, and insisted on showing it to the others. Your wedding pictures were some of his favorites, especially because he’d been the only other person in attendance to the event.

You hoped that for your sake, Steve was right. You had grown so accustomed to seeing everyone else in the world as a threat that it would be nice to know that you had some friends in this world as well.

“You forgot to stir the noodles, honey” Nat grinned, gliding past you to the stove where the pot was bubbling away. You had a habit of getting a little far off, especially in a kitchen setting, with a million thoughts swirling around in your head.

It was something you hated, but couldn't seem to get a handle on, but Natasha found it endearing.

It reminded her of the first time you’d offered to make her dinner and ended up burning most of the spaghetti to the bottom of the pan.

It reminded her of why she’d fallen in love with you in the first place.

~

Eventually, with the quick rescue of the spaghetti from Nat, dinner was ready which meant that your small, meant for two dining room, was full to the brim with assassins, super soldiers, and avengers of all varieties.

It wasn’t exactly how you saw tonight going, but as everyone crowded around the dining room table, you were anything but upset about that.

This was what you’d always wanted. A house full of guests, a warm dinner spread out over the entire table, and the love of your life at your side.

It was absolutely perfect.

You didn’t get to experience things like this very often, but you had a feeling that now that it had happened, this was going to be an ongoing occurrence for you and Natasha, who enjoyed these things much more than she’d ever admit.

After all, this group was her family, and it wasn’t going to kill her to be a little domestic from time to time.

[pocketfulofrecs]

This week’s Author Spotlight is here! And our author in the spotlight is glitteringmoonlight! We really love this author and it seems like many of our friends do as well. We’ve both been recommended "on restitution" so many times! A testament of how good glitteringmoonlight is. If there was a list of authors to read as a newcomer, we think she would be on it for sure.

She has published 222k+ words on MDZS on ao3 in 12 works. You can find her @glitteringmoonlight on Tumblr.

Her fics:

Dreams of You (Are All I Have Left) - [teen | 2.7k | the 13 years]

love at every s(word f)ight - [teen | 3.2k | established relationship fluff]

one of our own - [general | 7.7k | 5 times the Lans defended WWX]

pay no attention to what’s behind the curtain - [teen | 7.4k | emperor!LWJ and concubine!WWX]

this version of our story - [general | 3.4k | Lan Sizhui learns about the Wens]

no smoke without fire - [teen | 12k | outsider pov about the Yiling Patriarch]

watch what we’ll become - [teen | 59k | arranged marriage between WWX and JZX - but still wangxian]

looking through a window - [teen | 5.4k | modern au online learning outsider pov]

pitfalls of greed (our post) - [teen | 3.3k | Yiling Laozu WWX]

our lives, never ours - [teen | 7.9k | hunger games au]

on restitution - [mature | 98k | WWX doesn’t die at the siege and is kept prisoner by JC - the rest of canon still happens]

this world (what I make of it) - [teen | 17k | wip | avatar au]

Dee’s favourite: I’m honestly torn? I love pitfalls of greed. It is one of the first fics I read. BAMF WWX is my jam. Looking through a window is a great fic too! There’s something so charming about outsider POV getting a glimpse of lovely Wangxian domesticity. The descriptions of LWJ and WWX are so enchanting here. I would highly recommend them.

Ju’s favourite: This was hard to choose, but “on restitution” has a big place in my heart. I was so afraid of reading it while the author was Anonymous, because the synopsis is so sad/angsty. The moment I saw who the writer was I started reading and just couldn’t put it down. And it is just so good!!! The first chapter is really angsty and it hurts a lot, but then the rest of the fic comes and it’s way less angsty than I expected. WWX is full of life, wangxian is absolutely glorious, and soft, and romantic, and sexy, and they tease and trust each other. The juniors are also there, and we get Wei Yuan for once! They are all so in character and it makes me so happy. Mostly WWX pov, but I cannot forget to mention Jingyi’s pov. I just couldn’t stop laughing at his chapter. Cannot rec this one enough.

The Interview:

Q. When did you start writing fics? Did you have fandoms before this one?

A. I used to write for Percy Jackson and Harry Potter in the early 2010s (under a different name), though not very prolifically, but that tapered off fairly quickly. Apart from a few unpublished fic drafts for Lord of the Rings and Leverage, I only really got back into fic writing after I rewatched Avatar: The Last Airbender in 2020.

Q. What made you start writing for MDZS?

A. Wangxian! What drew me to the source material was the fact that I found Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji utterly fascinating as individual characters, but it was how much I loved their relationship dynamic that got me thinking about writing fic. There was also something about the plot and themes of MDZS itself that I found very compelling, and that made me even more interested in exploring it in fic. I didn’t realize it would lead to me writing so many fics in this fandom, but I’m certainly not complaining!

Q. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

A. That’s a really hard question to answer because I love different fics for different reasons, and at any given time, the fic I’m working on at the moment is usually my favourite. Among my finished fics, I particularly love on restitution, because of the way I got to portray Wangxian (and how many sweet, fluffy interactions I managed to fit into it, which… might seem like an odd reason given the premise, summary, and tags) and no smoke without fire, because it contains so many tropes I love— Wei Wuxian being a genius inventor, Wei Wuxian and the Wen remnants as found family, kids loving Wei Wuxian… the list goes on.

Q. What’s your favourite type of fics to read?

A. It depends on the day, really. Sometimes I love a good plot-heavy fic and other times I just want tender domestic fluff. But when it comes to MDZS, I do have a soft spot for fics of the ‘Wei Wuxian protection squad’ variety and fics that heavily feature the Wen siblings and Wei Wuxian’s relationship.

Q. What’s your favourite comment? Or type of comment?

A. Any comment at all! It’s always amazing to know that someone liked my fic(s) enough to let me know! (Though it’s a special kind of thrill to see the same person comment on multiple of my fics, because it tells me that they liked my writing enough to check out what else I’ve written)

Q. What is your favorite trope to read and/or write?

A. Established relationship and all the subtropes that encompasses! I love the familiarity, the casual intimacy, the comfort in each other’s presence… I could go on and on. I also love a good outsider POV (as evidenced by how many of them I’ve written), and as a natural consequence, established relationship from outsider POV.

Q. Do you have any advice for new authors?

A. Write what you want to read. I’ve found that it’s a lot more enjoyable to write something that you personally like, and editing feels a lot less tedious when you enjoy what you’re proofreading. Also, there’s a good chance you’ll connect with other people who enjoy the same things you do!

Q. What do you think is the most important element in writing? Plot, characterization, relationship?

A. They’re all important, but characterization drives everything else, I feel. The characters— and the way they react to situations and to each other— influence how the plot progresses and the relationships develop, so characterization is an essential part of writing.

~

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[bubblefina]

King of Hearts chapter 6

Masterlist

Summary: Reader and Tom meet during their years at Hogwarts, but as the years pass a rivalry grows between the two of them, which leads from soft beginnings to tragic endings.

“What could have caused it?” his face turned to yours, his eyes weren’t the same as the ones he used to glare at you, they looked vulnerable. “There are things about my family that just don’t make sense, I found out things that I didn’t want to find out. I found things…”

Pairings: Tom x f!reader

Warning: mentions of suicide(very briefly)

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Chapter 6-  King of hearts

  The halls were silent, only the slight sound of footprints made by prefects could be heard walking down the halls.

It was 11:45, five minutes before you had to pick up Tom from the dungeons. You stood against the wall patiently, listening carefully so if someone were to walk nearby you could hide yourself.

The dungeons were cold, cold and dark. A few dimly lighted lanterns helped to see better, but they didn’t do much. If you weren’t careful, you could trip over your own robes, but luckily you weren’t wearing your house robes tonight. 

While waiting, you hear footsteps coming closer. Hiding behind a column that was nearby, you tried staying as still as possible.

The footsteps got closer until they couldn’t be heard anymore. Your heart felt as if it would beat outside your rib cage, if you were to get caught in the Slytherin dungeon as a student from another house, who knows what the punishment would be.

The footsteps were long gone, that or the person making them was as still as you. Taking a small chance, you turned your head slightly, so you could see if anyone was there, fortunately there wasn’t. 

On the other hand, while you were looking away, a presence had made itself present in front of you.

“Oh my god-” your sudden outburst was cut off by the person putting their hands over your mouth.

“Seeing how this whole this was your idea, your carelessness of standing out in the open shows how stupid you really are.” It was Tom. 

He removed his hand from your math and wiped it on his trousers.

“Apologies, I wasn’t expecting you to poof right in front of me. How’d you do that anyway, I didn’t hear you walk up to me.” It was more of a rhetorical question, but Tom took the time to answer it anyway.

“You can do many things if you're clever enough. For a Ravenclaw, you’re rather daft, aren’t you.” He followed you as you walked out of the dungeon and onto the main floor of the castle.

“For a Slytherin, you’re really annoying, you know that Riddle?” 

Your ears perked up as you heard another set of footsteps coming from down the hall. You ushered Riddle into a nearby room and closed the door behind you.

“Nice going, are we going to spend the whole night in a broom closet?” You could hear the annoyance in his voice, at this point it might as well be his normal tone of voice.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Riddle,” you took out your wand and pointed it in front of you, “Lumos.” 

You then started to rummage through some supplies in the closet.

“What are you doing now?” Tom asks.

“I’ve gotten stuck here before when I was running away from my house's head boy. He chased me down the halls because lost a few house points.” 

“How did you lose house points?”

“I may have accidentally jinxed someone.”

Tom found your playful tone amusing, he continued to ask you more questions about your experience.

“How do you accidentally jinx someone? And why?”

“Long story short, a girl from Gryffindor was gossiping about me, I overheard and put an Oppugno jinx on her, and she went and told the head of Gryffindor on me, and then 50 house points were taken from Ravenclaw, and the head boy was furious.”

“Oppugno? That seems a bit advanced for you, l/n.”

You turned from shuffling the supplies and smiled in Riddle's face, “You can do many things if you’re clever enough.”

After shuffling some more, you found a small door that was hidden behind a curtain in the corner.

“If we go through this door, it’ll lead to a trap door above this floor, then we can take the nearby corridor to the Astronomy tower.” Opening the door, you crouched down and started to crawl into the door, Riddle reluctantly followed you.

After crawling for a few minutes, you were able to stand in a small space, it was lined with stones and a few of them stuck out of the wall to act as a leverage for climbing.

Riddle had appeared next to you, waiting for the next move.

You started to climb the wall until you got to the top, and pushed the trap door open, climbing out of the small space.

“Hurry and climb up, I don’t know how long these halls will be empty for.” You reached out your hand for Tom to grab as he climbed up, but he turned away from it and pushed himself out of the door.

“Where to now?” he asks as he closes the trap door.

“If we go left, the nearby hallway should lead to the Astronomy tower,” you take a second to look at Tom before asking, “Want to run for it?”

He looks at you as if you just asked him to commit murder.

“Run? Why would we run?”

“Just in case a prefect is nearby.”

“If we run, we’d be more likely to get caught. The perfect would hear the noise.”

“You’re such a wet towel, Riddle.” You say, walking away from him and heading to another hallway.

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You entered the Astronomy tower by using an unlocking spell on the door. The telescopes were still there, along with the desks and stools.

Sitting down, you adjusted your telescope and looked to the place where you had seen the nebula.

“It’s still here.” you gushed.

“Did you expect it to run away?” Tom took a seat next to you.

You took the book you had gotten from the library out of the small bag that was slung over your shoulder, flipping the pages until the passage about the nebula was visible to you again.

“What do you think the rest of the paragraph was supposed to say?” you ask him.

“How am I supposed to know? I never took interest in this in the first place?” He pushes the book away from him and turns to his telescope.

“You’re such a negative Nancy you know that?”

“First I’m a goody two shoes, then a wet towel, and now I’m a negative Nancy, is there anything else you want to call me?”

“Tempered Tommy seems like it might fight you.”

Tom sent a glare your way that caused you to laugh. His serious eyes just never managed to fit in with the rest of his features, they were too innocent looking to be threatening.

Time passed as the both of you looked into your telescopes, talking about what could fit the rest of the prophecy, and writing down anything that made sense.

A few laughs were passed between the two of you here and there, but things got a bit dull after a while.

You were laying down on your back, staring at the stars. The noise of Tom scribbling stuff down on a notebook you had given him made a question pop up into your head.

“Why were you in the restricted section?” you asked, trying to break the ongoing silence that had been going on between you two.

“Why should I tell you?”

“I’m just curious. What could interest you in the restricted section that you can’t find in the open sections of the library.”

Tom stopped writing, putting the quill down. He didn’t talk or look at you, but he was debating on whether he should tell you.

“My family.”

“Your family?”

Tom nodded his head. You sat up from your position on the floor and looked at him.

“What about your family? Why would they be in the restricted section?”

Tom still didn’t turn around to look at you, which made his response that much detached.

“I was born and raised in an orphanage. I have no real family, and even if I do, I doubt they’d want me. Since I could do magic, I figured at least one of my parents could do magic. I thought it had been my father, so I looked up his name using the records, but found nothing. Then I looked up my middle name, ‘Marvolo’, and found my mother's family. The Gaunt's.”

You shifted your position, so you were sitting closer to him. He never seemed like the type to open up to just any person, what made you so special. He could have just told you ‘no’, to your question.

“My mother, I didn’t believe she could be the magic one. She died while she gave birth to me, if she was a witch, if she had magic, she couldn’t have died, she couldn’t, could she?”

Tom sounded like he was asking you that question, like he wanted reassurance. Reassurance from the fact that his mom was the magic one, and she had died.

“There could have been other reasons that your mother died.” You weren’t sure if he wanted an answer, but not saying something made it feel so much more awkward. 

“What could have caused it?” his face turned to yours, his eyes weren’t the same as the ones he used to glare at you, they looked vulnerable. “There are things about my family that just don’t make sense, I found out things that I didn’t want to find out. I found things…”

You patiently waited for him to finish what he was going to say, he looked like he was struggling to form another sentence. 

Before he could speak, you heard a voice coming from beyond the tower door.

“Is someone up there?” the voice asked.

Looking at the door, then quickly at tom, you whispered with fear, “A prefect.”

You grabbed the book that was on the floor next to you and stood up. Tom pointed to the back of the tower and whispered that the both of you should hide behind it. You stumbled with your feet, running to the back of the tower. The both of you managed to hide before the prefect opened the door. The darkness of the tower managed to keep the both of you covered from the perfect view, who only looked around the tower for a few seconds before leaving through the door.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, thanking Merlin that the both of you were able to stay hidden.

You turned to Tom, who was as still as a statue, not moving even after you started to.

“C'mon scaredy-cat, the prefect is gone, but let's go before he decides to come back for a follow-up search.” You placed the book and notebook back into your bag, moving completely out of the shaded area.

Looking back at Tom, he was still standing in the shadows, and it was creeping you out.

“Stop standing in the dark like a lunatic, let’s go before the prefect comes back.” you grabbed his wrist once more and moved him out of the shadows, heading towards the tower door.

Hopefully the both of you could make it back to your dorm rooms with no problems.

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Another week had passed since that night at the Astronomy tower. Not wanting to risk getting caught, you decided to wait before you could return to the tower again.

You had devised another plan and told Tom that you would meet him at the Astronomy tower that Friday night, same as the last time.

However, you couldn’t come and get him like the last time. There was a Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin earlier that day. Since Gryffindor lost the match, Slytherin was expecting petty pranks. Prefects would be patrolling the dungeons at all times.

‘Why should I run off alone? If the prefects are going to be patrolling all night, then I would be caught easily.’ Tom asked you as the both of you were walking down the hall together.

‘Because, even if you are caught you’re a Slytherin, they’ll probably just tell you to go back to your dorm. If you manage to evade them, then you can meet me at the tower.’

‘What about you? You’ll be on the tower alone.’

“What's that now, Riddle? Are you worried about me?’

Tom stopped walking, and so did you.

‘Don’t look at me like that. I’ll meet you at the tower tonight, see you later.’

That conversation took place hours ago, it was around 30 minutes before you had to leave for the Astronomy tower.

Pretending to be asleep, you were tucked under your blanket. Keeping an eye out for your friends, who seemed to be fast asleep.

That croaking frog finally managed to quiet up during the nights, which allowed you to sleep carefully for the past few days.

With 15 minutes to spare, you slipped out of your dorm and sneakily exited the Ravenclaw common room.

There were prefects all around the halls that night, more than usual. It was expected, so you took the necessary precaution to head to the Astronomy tower.

Using an opening charm, you entered the tower with ease.

Tom wasn’t there, which was expected. Why would he lock the door if he knew you were coming?

You had waited in your seat and kept yourself occupied by looking through the telescope. The nebula was still shining brightly.

How weird was it that you and Tom were the ones to see the nebula, out of everyone that was looking into the sky that night.

Waiting had felt like a chore. Usually Tom was very punctual with his time, seemed to be the first in every class, first everywhere, actually.

Perhaps he was caught by a prefect and was sent back to his dorm?

‘I hope not, it’s no fun being up here alone.’ you let go of your telescope and just stared into the sky. Being entrapped in your thoughts and fantasies, you didn’t hear the door open behind you.

“You’re truly insufferable, you know that?” 

Startled, you looked behind you and saw Tom. He was breathing hard, his hair a bit messy, and face a bit flushed.

“Riddle! What took you so long, and why do you look like you ran here?” your eyes followed him as he sat on his seat next to you.

“I don't know, maybe because I did run. A prefect caught sight of me leaving the dungeons, I sprinted all the way here. I hated it.” 

“You sprinted away, just to have the chance to meet with me?” you touched your chest, you were being sarcastic, and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself. If it weren’t for you blackmailing me, I would have left a while ago.”

Riddle looked into his telescope and ignored all the dramatics you were doing.

“You know, I have a story that goes well with us looking at the nebula.” Your dramatics were over and done with, but you still wanted to talk to him.

“What story would that be?” Tom still sounded uninterested, but he knew you wouldn’t stop bothering him if he didn’t answer.

“The story about the King of Hearts.”

Tom looked at you with one of his brows raised, “There’s a story about a card figure?”

“There’s a story behind everything, Riddle.” You moved your seat closer to him, which made him scoot backwards.

Ignoring his weirded expression, you continued with your story.

“My mom used to tell me stories about how each figure on the deck of cards represented a European monarch. I took interest in the king of hearts, mainly because the story of his card is weird.”

“Hm, alright then. Indulge me.” Tom, who seemed a little interested, turned his attention away from his telescope and focused it on you.

“The king of hearts was represented by a king named ‘Charlemagne’, who ruled over France. He was a good king and ruler overall. The part that interested me about the King of Hearts was that he was nicknamed ‘the suicide king’.”

“I didn’t know you were into stuff like that.”

“I’m not into it, I just found it interesting that he was called that.”

Tom rolled his eyes and told you to continue with your story before he stopped taking interest.

“He’s called the suicide king because in the picture, he is seen stabbing himself in the head. Apparently it was a printing mistake of some sort, but that’s not what I’ve been told.”

“What were you told?”

“I was told that it was someone else that was stabbing him.”

“Why would you stab a king?”

“You know how sometimes kings turn into tyrants, instead of guiding their followers they control them with fear. Someone needs to stop them. I was told that kings are usually killed by the person they trust most. Maybe someone in the king of hearts court, you know.” you made a stabbing motion with your hands, making Riddle laugh.

“I doubt someone as powerful as a king would let someone lower than them have the opportunity to kill him.”

“You never know, when you really trust someone, you wouldn’t think they’d do anything bad to you.”

Riddle stopped smiling, his lips forming into a straight line.

“Would you do that? Kill the person you’re closest with?” he asks.

“Under what circumstance? I wouldn’t kill someone randomly, or at all for that matter.”

“If they turned into a tyrant, and were hurting people. Would you do it, if you had the chance to?”

“If they were out hurting people, killing people. Doing immoral things...if I had the chance, I guess I would.”

The both of you just stared at each other after you gave your response. The silence, ironically, was loud, you didn’t know how you should continue the conversation.

“It’s getting late, I think we should get back before the prefects check here,” Tom stood up from his seat and headed towards the door, “Goodnight.” He says before he exits through the door.

You sat there, confused. He left out of the blue, with a lame excuse for that matter. Did the story bore him? Make him uncomfortable? Who knows. It’s so hard to read him sometimes, he’s like a different type of human being.

Picking up your bag, you opened the tower door and walked down the stairs.

Tom wasn’t anywhere to be found. That was weird, you had left mere moments after he did, how was he able to get back to his common room so quickly?

Heading back to your dorm room as quietly as you could, you shut the door gently behind you and step towards your bed. Before you could make another movement, the lights flashed on and there stood your friends, who all had curious looks on their faces.

“Where have you been, young lady?” asks Melissa.

You stood still, unsure of what to do or say. How could you explain to them what was going on without having them misunderstand?

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Bonus: I found this gif of the heart nebula, and it fit so I thought I’d just put it in here for fun (っ＾▿＾)۶🍸🌟🍺٩(˘◡˘ )

credit to the gif owner ^^

[thehouseoflamentation]

how about a solomon/f! mc breeding fic where solomon picks mc to breed because her angelic bloodline? being descended from angels is no small thing& if past scenes said anything, mc's magic potential is through the roof &any little sorcerers begotten from their union would be Hella powerful. I can just see a smug solomon pulling all "witch after your firstborn" vibes. as for kinks, idk, blowjob (for ritual purposes ; ) ), and most important!! no sappiness only lust & doing it for science/power

One Solomon fic hold the sugar coming right up!

Making a Sorcerer’s Firstborn (Solomon x Fem!MC) ~NSFW~ |BREAD|

Solomon had always wondered what made you special ever since he met you that first day at RAD. As one of the most powerful sorcerers the world has ever seen, it’s clear why he was chosen for the exchange program but you were a different case. At first glance you seemed to be….well, an ordinary human. Nothing wrong about that but also nothing extraordinary either. Then again, despite what looks might suggest you had managed to make pacts with some of the highest ranking demons in the devildom, a feat no typical human would be able to accomplish in such a short amount of time. Solomon started to wonder if there was something he wasn’t quite picking up here, a part of you that you’ve been hiding from others, some kind of extra edge. It wasn’t until that fateful day at the Demon Lord’s Palace that things started to become even more interesting. For the first time he saw just how powerful your magic potential was. Being able to increase a demon’s power was one thing but to strengthen Asmo to such an extent that he changed his mind about making a pact with you? There was no way he could ignore something like that.

When news quietly started to spread that one of the human exchange students wasn’t so human after all Solomon knew he had to get to the bottom of your secret. He would have never suspected that you came from an angelic bloodline but the theory held up. It explained why you had such a high magical potential despite the fact that you didn’t even know magic existed until a few months ago. A part of him couldn’t help but envy you but at the same time he wondered how powerful a child created between the both of you could be. With your lineage and his background in magic there was no doubt that your child would grow to have a strong inclination for magic, possibly even surpassing that of their parents. As intrigued as Solomon was at that thought he didn’t think you would ever agree to such a proposal. Bearing his child for the sake of prospect and power sounded absurd! Then again as someone who managed to convince 72 demons to form pacts with him, how hard can it be to persuade a human of all things?

“So...let me get this straight. You want to take advantage of my angelic bloodline and impregnate me to create an extremely powerful magic baby?”

“Yes”

“I’m in”

“WaiT REALLY?!??!”

“On one condition”

“....go on”

“I want you to teach me the breeding spell”

“Oh?” Solomon’s lips curled into a smirk once he heard your terms. He knew quite well what that spell was capable of and found it rather ironic that someone who was part angel could be so sinful. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer and extended a hand towards you.

“Deal”

Back in Purgatory Hall neither of you wasted a moment getting started. What began as a few kisses quickly escalated to bites and hickeys as the two of you rushed to remove your clothes. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, Solomon placed his hands on your shoulders pushing you down to your knees in front of him. Undoing his belt and zipper you stripped him to his boxers and began licking him through the fabric, your saliva mixing with his precum. Solomon hissed as your tongue ran over a particularly sensitive spot along his length. It wasn’t long before the outline of his hardened dick became visible through his boxers and once that last remaining piece of cloth was gone so was your restraint. Without a shred of hesitation, you took the head of his cock into your mouth and began swirling your tongue around it earning a rather audible groan from the sorcerer. Once you worked your way down to the base, his hand brushed some of your hair behind your ear before tilting your head up to look at him. Your eyes were glazed, the only emotion that shone through them was lust, a feeling Solomon knew all too well from dealing with Asmo.

You were so given to your desires you didn’t even notice Solomon recite the breeding incantation until you felt a rush of heat pool in your stomach and between your legs. The sudden increase in sensitivity sent shivers down your spine making you pause in the middle of your actions, something that wasn’t taken so well by your partner who was just as equally as affected as you were. Delving his fingers between your locks Solomon gripped your hair and continued where you had left off, thrusting his hips as he held your head in place. His speed was slow at first but the impact was enough to snap you back into reality. You struggled to match his pace as his thrusts grew more and more erratic, each movement pushing the tip of his dick further towards the back of your throat. Craving even more stimulation you let one of your hands slip beneath your underwear, slowly rubbing circles around your clit while your other hand played with your nipple. Your stifled moans made the walls of your throat clench and vibrate against Solomon’s cock, driving him to the edge as his salty, bitter seed coated your mouth and dripped down your chin.

Staring up breathlessly at Solomon you felt his hand gently stroke your hair, a rather tender expression considering his previous actions and those that would soon follow.

“Such a good little slut~ Already a mess when we’ve barely even started...”

Taking you in his arms, he lifted you onto the bed and spread your legs apart. You were already so wet, so ready for him, and yet he still felt the need to tease you a bit. Resting his head against your thigh he lapped the juices around your entrance and stroked your clit with the tip of his tongue enjoying the way your body squirmed and cried out at his touch. Pushing you even further to your breaking point, he slipped two of his fingers inside of you and watched as you gripped the sheets each time he curled them or rubbed against your walls.

When he finally pulled away it was only to replace his fingers with something much longer and thicker. You could feel his length throbbing against your entrance and, being in heat, you couldn’t help but rub yourself against him to gain even the smallest amount of friction and relief as your body pleaded for him to just take you. Solomon merely chuckled at your enthusiasm and toyed with your impatience even more as he slid the head of his cock inside you at a painfully slow pace. Once he was half way inside he finally gave you what you wanted, mercilessly ramming the rest of his cock inside you until you reached the base. His hips slammed against yours recklessly as you wrapped your legs around him urging him to hit your deepest parts. Keeping his pace, Solomon buried his head in the crook of your neck leaving behind bite marks and hickeys wherever his mouth left your skin. You could feel the heat of his breath as he leaned towards your ear, his lips twisted into a smirk as he spoke once again.

“I didn’t think you’d be so desperate to be bred MC. The way you have those demon brothers wrapped around your finger, you could have gotten fucked by any one of them if you wanted. But instead you’re here with me taking me in so well.... Tell me MC, with how tight you’re squeezing me, are you sure I’m the only one who wants this baby?”

You barely had the concentration or the time to reply as you felt your climax just beyond your reach. All you could do was moan and cling to Solomon in response to his words which, to him, was the best kind of answer you could give. Grabbing onto your hips for more leverage his thrusts became more reckless with each passing second. The heat growing within your core felt unbearable as your body grew closer and closer to release. After brushing against a particularly sensitive area, your walls became tighter which only made Solomon pound into your sweet spot even harder. With one last deep thrust you had both reached your limit. As you came you could feel his length throb inside of you as his warm load filled you and dripped onto the sheets. When you had finally milked every last drop of his cum, Solomon pulled out only to flip you onto your back and reposition himself at your entrance once again.

“Don’t think we’re done just because round one is over. We’ve got a baby to make and until the spell wears off we’re gonna make the most out of every second.”

Neither of you remember how many times you had sex the next few days but with the sheer amount of cum that was poured into you there was no doubt that you would bear Solomon’s baby soon enough. On the last day of the spell when its effects had finally weakened the two of you finally got some rest, dazed and exhausted from your time together.

“Y’know Solomon, I’ve been thinking...”

“Hm?”

“If this kid has white hair….how are we gonna break it to Mammon that it’s not his?”

“FUCK”

[triviallytrue]

The Jakarta Method, final takeaways

CW: mass death, torture, genocide

The Jakarta Method was a masterpiece. It tells you the story of individual humans while spending most of its time talking about the bigger picture, allowing for a book that informs you while feeling like more than a dry recitation of facts. Bevins puts a lot of effort into humanizing the people in the stories he tells, examining the things they could control and the things they couldn’t. It’s a very empathetic way of telling the story he wants to tell, and the book hurts more because of it.

So, onto the takeaways:

As a leftist, I would like to believe in the resilience of the human spirit, of the impossibility of suppressing the will of the people indefinitely. As it turns out, there’s a very simple four step plan that will crush any leftist organizing that is not underground or heavily armed:

1. Get a bunch of people with guns.

2. Identify anyone who seems like a leftist or community leader.

3. Kidnap them and torture them to death.

4. Rinse and repeat on their allies, friends, and families, as necessary.

This is the titular Jakarta Method, and it was employed (to various degrees) in at least 22 different countries from the 1960s to the 1980s, most notably in Indonesia, where over one million leftists were murdered.

While it’s true that in the literal sense, not all anticommunists are fascists, many are, and all anticommunists are willing to work with fascists to kill communists. There are, as far as I can tell, no exceptions to this rule - anyone claiming the title “anticommunist” will justify just about anything if it means “fighting communism”.

It’s impossible to deny the interconnected nature of anticolonial politics and leftist politics. Anticommunist forces committed anti-indigenous genocide repeatedly in Latin American countries, with the logic that indigenous people were either already communists or natural allies of communists.

A lot of religious leftists were killed and it’s not like communists were killed for being atheists, but it is worth noting how religious (primarily christian) anti-atheist sentiment was used to justify atrocities against communists.

When the death squads come, they don’t distinguish between anarchists and communists, democratic socialists and marxist revolutionaries, social democratics and stalinists, or union organizers and ivory tower intellectuals. They just come for leftists. A lesson worth remembering.

Speaking of, some of the leaders killed or toppled were not truly leftists, for most definitions of the word. Some were just liberals who were insufficiently anticommunist, or hinted at land reform, or otherwise accidentally poked the bear.

Appeasement does not work, or at least it didn’t at the time. You could be as friendly with the US and the capitalist powers that be as you wanted, but if you were on the left, they would come for you eventually. Similarly, on the other side of things, Jimmy Carter did much less than he should have to stop the anticommunist death machine run by the CIA, but the little bit that he did do was taken very poorly by the anticommunists, many of whom felt completely abandoned by the US. If you’re going to take a hammer to the system, don’t half-ass it.

I alluded to this previously, but these death campaigns made the left much worse. For almost the entirety of the 20th century, being a democratic socialist got you killed, even if you won. As a result, the only successful leftist states of the 20th century were the ones with guns. I believe deeply in democracy, but at some point you need a plan for dealing with opponents who don’t.

These lessons still have relevance today. Bolsonaro, in Brazil, made his name as a fervent anticommunist, someone who supported the worst of Brazil’s military regime. He is the most prominent example, but many of the soldiers who filled the mass graves are alive today, and many of them have gone into politics or are now high up in their country’s military hierarchy. If they are given the chance, they will do it again.

Bevins has a few other conclusions, which I haven’t fully evaluated my stance on, but that I think are interesting nonetheless. First, he notes (with compelling data) that aside from five outliers, post-communist countries are mostly worse off than they were under communism, both in terms of their economic power when compared to the US and often also in terms of their political systems.

Second, he points out that the gap between the US and the third world is actually larger than most Americans think it is. The US has profited massively from taking the place of European countries as the primary beneficiary of the worldwide system of colonial extraction, and as a direct result of US meddling from the mid 20th century to the present, the gap is continuing to widen. The countries that closed the gap (South Korea, Japan) were able to do so largely because of a special relationship to the West for Cold War strategic reasons.

Third, and finally, he believes that communism’s defeat in the 20th century was unavoidable. Not due to any intrinsic flaw in communist ideology (though he hardly takes a rosy view of the USSR) but rather due to the resource gap between the First and Second World, and the ruthlessness with which the West was willing to leverage that gap.

It left me with a lot to think about.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

mermaid au with thrawn prompt 3

“Aw, your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?”

A/N: So...this turned into a thing. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.9K

"Why do you insist on wearing this,” Thrawn asked, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of your shorts. “It cannot serve the function of keeping you warm.”

Instinctively, you pulled the fabric down a little further down your thigh.  You knew he didn’t really mean anything by it.  He was a mermaid after all, humans, and by extension the taboos surrounding where someone was allowed to touch them, were still a mystery.

How strange your life had become.  One day you were exploring caves along the coast line and the next, you were spending every waking hour talking with an honest to God merman.  A very attractive merman. A very attractive and intelligent merman who was just as curious about you and you were about him.

You let your foot play absently in the water as you tried to find the best way to explain to someone who, for many reasons, didn’t believe in pants.

“Clothes aren’t just for keeping warm,” you said, carefully. “They also serve to cover what is perceived to be sexual aspects of the human body.”

Thrawn raised an eye brow, his red eyes scanning your up and down in careful consideration.

“Interesting,” he mused.  “Does that mean humans are incapable of controlling their breeding urges and so much find ways to suppress them?”

You let out a laugh.  “Yes and no? I don’t think many people find somebody walking down the street butt naked is all that appealing. It could even been considered threatening.  On the other hand, if a woman walks down the street in a tight skirt, many people think that she’s asking for whatever sexual advances come her way.”

His brow furrowed.  “I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I,” you admitted.  “I guess it’s just one of those things that’s been part of the culture for so long, you can’t really explain it well unless you’re part of it.”

He seemed to consider this before nodding.  “I suppose there is something to that. But, you didn’t answer my question.  Why do you insist on wearing this?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks in a mixture of embarrassment and anger.  “I don’t just get naked for anyone who asks!”

Thrawn straightened, clearly taken aback.  “My apologizes,” he said, calmly. “I did not mean to offend you.”

You let out a breath, a small amount of guilt settling in your stomach. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry, sometimes I forget how much you don’t know about us.”

You gave yourself a moment to collect your thoughts.

“Being naked in front of someone is...well it came be seen as a sign of trust,” you said, slowly.  “It is a human in one of their most vulnerable states.  There is no way to defend yourself or hide imperfections and so you are at the mercy of the other person, for better or for worse.”

The heat in your cheeks came back even as you attempted to make what you had to say next as scientific as possible.

“It is also give the other person full access to our sex organs.  So, willingly being naked with some one can imply you want have have sex with them.”

Thrawn took this information in with the same calm, impassive expression he always did.  His fingers continued to brush along the skin of your thigh his eyes oddly transfixed.

A pleasant shiver went through you at his touch.  It was taking everything in you not to moan.

“I’m going have to ask you to stop doing that,” you said, airily.

Thrawn immediately retracted his hand, his brow furrowed.  “Does it pain you?”

“No,” you assured, catching your breath. “Just the opposite actually.”

The crease of his brow deepened.  “Then why would you ask me to stop if it brings you pleasure.”

“Because I don’t think it was your intention to give me...that kind of pleasure.”

You looked down, hoping he could manage to catch what you were implying.

It took him a moment, but then the creases smoothed away.

“You’re correct. It was not my intention,” he said, smoothly.  “However, now that I know it does.  I’m curious as to what else brings you pleasure.”

Your breath hitched.  Was he seriously suggesting what you thought he was suggesting.

His red eyes seemed to glow even brighter in the dim light, reminding you ever so subtly that he was the apex predator of his realm.

“Would you show me?” he asked.

Your nodded, your heart racing in anticipation.  “Yes.”

A small smile came to his lips.  Reaching out a hand, he let his fingers play across your skin, slowly working their way up the inside of your leg.

Your legs spread instinctively at his touch.  Your breath became shaky and all you could do was give into the sensations.

His lips pressed against your outer thigh just below where your shorts ended. 

A small gasp escaped your lips.  You could feel yourself becoming wet.  It should have been embarrassing how little it took for him to turn you on, but it felt too good for you to care.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered.  “I want to see you.”

You nodded, carefully pulling away as Thrawn relinquished his hold.

You stood, your knees like jelly as you stared down into the water.

Thrawn watched you, the predatory look in his eyes only growing as the seconds ticked passed.

You started with you shirt, pulling it carefully over your head before dropping it to the cave floor.

Thrawn’s lips parted slightly.  One small flaw on his impassive face. 

You felt bolder at the sight. 

Your fingers then went to your shorts, pulling them down and kicking them to the side.

Thrawn’s gaze traveled up your body, his tail flicking just a little harder beneath the water.

Your bra was next.  You didn’t know why this was the part where nerves too over.  Your fingers shook, making it difficult to unclasp the hinges.  The fabric slid down your shoulders, but still, you couldn’t fully let it go.

What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if he thought it was a mistake? What if...?

Thrawn’s low voice interrupted you thoughts.  “I said, I wanted to see all of you.”

You swallowed.  The look he was giving you was a mixture of understanding and quiet hunger. How could you not listen?

You dropped your arms, allowing your bra to fall at your feet.  Deciding to ride this new wave of confidence, you pulled off your panties next, before standing straight and allowing Thrawn a full view of your naked form.

A hum of approval left his throat as he took all of you in.

“I think I may understand the purpose of clothes now,” he said. “If I were human, I would only want your beauty to be for my eyes.”

A warmth spread through your blood at his words.  You couldn’t think of a moment anyone had made you feel so desired.

He pushed away from the ledge leading down to the water, before reaching out his hand as a gesture to come.

You did, kneeling down and slipping into the water. 

You weren’t a bad swimmer.  You were actually rather good.  But as you paddled to meet him, you felt very much like an awkward toddler making their first steps.  Just a reminder of who’s world you were in now.

Thrawn met you half way, pulling into his arms. 

Your grasped his shoulder, using them as leverage to keep you above water as your legs kicked beneath you.

With great care, Thrawn let his hands trail down the length of your body, guiding your legs to wrap around his tail.

The feeling of smooth scale felt odd between your legs, but there was no denying the small thrill it gave you.  You didn’t have to do anything but allow Thrawn to hold you, suspending your both in the water.

For a moment, you just floated, staring intently at each other as this new feeling spread between you. It was strange and erotic and alien and wonderful.  How could people go their whole lives and not feel this?

Slowly, Thrawn closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to yours in a tentative kiss. 

You kissed him back, adding just the slightest pressure before pulling away.

Thrawn’s eyes watched you carefully, as it making special note of your initial reaction. 

His next kiss was bolder, his tongue sliding against the seam of your mouth.  You gave a small gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

His hands moved up and down your back, squeezing and grasping at your skin. 

You couldn’t suppress your moans which only drove him further.

He was learning to play your body as his personal instrument, checking and rechecking all the places that made you sing beneath his touch.

A throbbing ache grew between your legs.  You hips rolled against his scales, trying to find some friction, anything to relieve the pressure.

 “What do you need,” Thrawn rasped between kisses.  “Tell me.”

“I need you to touch me.”

“Show me how.”

Taking one of his wrists, you pulled his hand from your back and guided it between your legs. With surprising speed, he found your clit brushing it gently with his finger.

You let out a small gasp of pleasure, your skin buzzing in anticipation.

Thrawn pulled away from your lips.  The lust filled haze clearing and taking on an almost studious expression. 

He touched you there again, your gasp this time turning into a moan.

“Thrawn...”

He didn’t stop.  His strokes became harder and more sure with every sound from your lips.  His eyes never left yours, wanting to catch every emotion that crossed your face.  It was all so much and yet not enough.

“More,” you begged.  “Please, Thrawn.”

He rubbed harder against your clit, but even he knew that wasn’t what you were asking. “Tell me what you need.”

“Inside me,” you gasped, your mind a haze of want.  “Put your fingers inside me.”

“Where?”

You reached between you, pulling his hand to your now slick opening. 

He let you take the lead, watching in utter fascination as you sunk yourself down on his two ready fingers.

You groaned in relief at having something spread you open.  His fingers were so long and rough, they felt like heaven buried in your cunt.

You tried to go slow, but your body was too buzzed to perform any kind of self control.  You rolled your hips, fucking yourself in earnest as you chased your high.

Thrawn soon caught on,  Grasping your waist, he pumped his fingers in and out of you, matching each of your thrusts to reach deeper inside you.

The coil in your abdomen began to tighten.  You were getting close, you could feel it.

“I’m going to cum,” you moaned.  “Harder! Please, I need to cum!”

Thrawn pushed himself further into your pussy, curling his fingers inside you.

A cry ripped from your lips, echoing around you in an erotic chorus.

He curled his fingers again, hitting the same spot over and over.

The coil snapped.  You came hard, your walls clenching tight around his digits.

He didn’t stop.  He kept his fingers pumping, prolonging your orgasm as you shook and moaned around him.

Finally, you came down from your high, breathing hard.

He slipped his fingers out of you, placing his hands carefully on your hips.

“Your legs are trembling,” he whispered against your lips.  “Does it feel that good?”

You nodded.  “Better.”

A small smile came to his lips as he kissed you gently. 

“I want to make you feel that good again.”

You shook your head, allowing your hands to trail down his chest.

“Not just yet.  It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

A small groan slipped passed his lips.  “Are you sure?”

You answered him with deep kiss, only pulling away after your felt him moan into your mouth.

“Show me how to touch you.”

Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

[destielharlequinchallenge]

The Destiel Harlequin Challenge Master Post: 2020 Mega Bang

Participants in the 2020 Destiel Harlequin Challenge completed an amazing 20 fics and 3 sets of artwork! You can learn all about those here!

Spectre (fic by a_dusky_gold, art by aceriee)

This whole thing… this was supposed to be a fucking farce. A way to keep Nicholas Vaught occupied until the deadline he’d given Dean would run out, and he’d still get the money to send Dad to the Town Hall rehabilitation for alcoholism, because that was the goddamned deal.

There were no such things as ghosts or magic or a Book of Life. Dean knows, okay? He wasn’t the Army’s goddamned Mystery Raider for nothin’; he knows history, he knows artifacts, and he knows that the Book of Life is an ancient myth that is about as real as werewolves or vampires.

And yet.

“The Book of Life,” the man had said. Dean can’t even remember his name.

Shit, shit, shit.

Dangerous Ground by Amethystaris

Special Agents for the Department of Diplomatic Security, Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have been partners and best friends for three years, but everything changed the night Cas admitted the truth about his feelings for Dean. And when Cas was shot a few hours later, Dean felt his reluctance to get involved was vindicated.

Can a camping trip in the High Sierras save their partnership?

Honour Undressed by andimeantittosting

Among his friends, Castiel, Lord Milton is everyone’s confidant and, along with his trusted valet, the fixer of problems. But there is one secret Castiel has never shared: he is in love with his valet and has been for years.

Born in the gutters, Dean Winchester was assigned as Castiel’s batman in the war, and when Castiel travelled home to take up his title, Dean followed him as his valet. To assist Castiel, Dean is not above a little burglary or blackmail. But the one thing he wants for himself is Castiel’s heart.

When Castiel’s closest friends become the target of a blackmailer, certain truths come out. But while Dean determines to seduce Castiel, Castiel is adamant that he must resist, for if there is one rule a gentleman must follow, it is never to dally with his servant.

Havenport by BlueMasquerade

Castiel cleared space on his desk by the expedience of sweeping the previous contents to the side. He set the bundle down in the center of the surface and studied the knots in the rope before expertly untying them.

The book was old, its leather bindings cracked and crumbling. He carefully opened the cover to reveal the pages within, each hand cut, the edges beautifully deckled, the text written in pen and ink.

“This is written in ancient Enochian.” Castiel looked up, gaze narrowed. “Where did you obtain a book written in ancient Enochian?”

“Is that what it is? All I could tell is that it sure as hell isn’t English.” Mr. Winchester grinned, a dimple flashing in his cheek.

an aching in my heart by contemplativepancakes

When Dean’s best friend dies, leaving behind her daughter, Dean knows he has what it takes to give Claire the life she deserves. The problem is, they’re not related by blood, and Claire’s long lost uncle gets called to take her in. Castiel Novak was bad news when he was in highschool with Dean, and judging by his blue hair and tattoo sleeves, nothing’s changed. Castiel ran out on his family once before, and there’s no way Dean’s going to let that happen to Claire without putting up a fight.

Fools and Fate by Danica_Dust

Castiel Novak fled his coven to escape the rigid, predetermined Fate laid out for him within its confines. Desperate and alone, he took shelter in the city of Sacriloga, forsaking all magic and living off whatever he could steal. There, witches like Cas are hunted. They are feared. And they are burned.

When Jack, a young witch also on the run from his own coven, seeks out Cas’ aid, however, Cas finds that he cannot reject the boy, leaving him to his sure destruction. Especially after the newest visitor to Sacriloga makes his presence known: the legendary Hunter, Dean Winchester, who has been following Jack’s trail.

Sworn to the Men of Letters, Hunters live by one principle: thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Dean’s path was never meant to cross with Cas', but a desperate stunt and a single mistake forces them into an impossible union—holy matrimony.

The war between the witches and the Men of Letters is an ancient one and Cas' most dangerous enemies bring a Fate worse than fire. Unable to ignore his growing feelings, yet powerless to change what he is, a choice must be made.

A suffocating Fate on one hand. A precarious freedom on the other. And in between, the kind of love that makes fools of us all.

Ozone by Deancebra

A young magic user who wants desperately to live. A jaded recluse who has forgotten what living means. They’re each other’s only chance.

Dean’s wild magic is killing him. The mage guilds have given up on him, and it’s only a matter of time before he dies in a spectacular, catastrophic bang. His only hope is an exiled wizard who lives in seclusion—and is rumored to have lost his mind.

The years alone on his hilltop estate have not been good for Castiel Novak. After the magical accident that disfigured him and nearly destroyed the village, he drifts through his days, a wraith trapped in memories and depression. Until a stricken young man collapses on his driveway, one who claims Castiel is his last chance. For the first time in fifteen years, Castiel must make a choice—leave this wild mage to his fate or take him in and try to teach him, which may kill them both. The old Castiel, brash and commanding, wouldn’t have hesitated. Castiel the exile isn’t sure he can find the energy to try.

A Demon Like Him by EllenOfOz

Dean Winchester doesn’t want to be a warlock. The idea of working in a lab, channeling demonic magic into enchanted batteries is not what he wants to do with his life, but it’s a dangerous opinion to have—his father was a powerful and well-connected warlock, and Dean is expected to follow the family tradition.

His only way out is to fail the demon summoning class—failure means expulsion from the Warlock College. Despite Dean’s best efforts to fumble the summoning, it works. Although not the way anyone expects.

Dean’s demon, Castiel, is an incubus, but also a powerful mage on a mission to rebalance the magic that is being stripped from Demonside by warlocks.

Dean must choose: fail out of his final exam and turn his back on becoming a warlock, or help Castiel and graduate. But he doesn’t count on how hot the incubus is, or how close they have become in just a few days.

A Working Relationship by fangirlingtodeath513

The homes that Castiel Novak designs for Angelic Houses are to die for. They’re pristine, perfectly designed and organized, and they’ve caused more than a few bidding wars. It’s the perfect job—he’s organized, good with math, and he’s able to pick up on design trends relatively quickly. The only thing that isn’t perfect? His obnoxious older brother, Luke. Castiel’s been vying for a position on a flipping team for years now, but Luke has never even considered it. When a lecherous gossip reporter overhears an argument, they receive an offer they can’t refuse.

They’re invited to compete on Flip Off, a competition where two people flip houses and compete for the highest profit. Castiel wants the leverage a win would bring him, but he also wants to prove himself. Enter Dean Winchester, a contractor with his own team and one that’s blissfully unconnected to Angelic Houses, allowing Castiel to prove himself without any help from the family company.

The undeniable attraction between them certainly doesn’t help matters, but Castiel is resolute in his decision to make a move only after they’ve finished working together. At least, that had been his plan until Dean made him an offer he simply couldn’t refuse.

Crashing In by followyourenergy

Castiel Novak is convinced he’s the last unwillingly single person in Lupine Cove. Even Gabriel, his perpetual bachelor brother, has found love. It’s probably because Cas leads the most boring life in existence. He’s a gay man living in a rented, one-room cottage in the same small coastal town he grew up in, just getting by as the owner of the same convenience store he was practically raised in. The most excitement he gets is chatting with the locals or maybe, if he’s unlucky, oversleeping and rushing to work. So when a baby is left at the Safe Haven drop-off at the local fire station, he takes the opportunity to step in for the child temporarily, at least until suitable parents, plural, can be found.

Life certainly gets more interesting.

And it gets even more interesting when a handsome man comes crashing—literally—into his life.

Make Me Believe by GhoulsnHalos

Ten years ago, Castiel Novak’s stepfather disowned him, taking from him his place as hereditary heir to the head of the Hunter and Warrior Guild. Now, he’s a self-made, and celebrated, master gem and metal smith. Castiel doesn’t believe that the God’s decide your soulmate. Until he designs what can only be a gift fit for his soul mate, who in contradiction to the etiquette, if not the laws of Neffroen, must be a man.

Dean Winchester is convinced that he is a lowly, dumbass, no magic hunter who couldn’t possibly be on the same social scale as a Novak. So, why is it when he spots the jewelled torc in Castiel’s shop, Dean develops an obsession over the neckpiece and its creator? It can't be anything to do with the will of the Gods, no matter what anyone says, because that's baloney and Dean's not into men.

When Castiel’s long-lost brother turns up and suggests he ought to challenge their stepfather and that Dean is destined to help Castiel rule the clan, Castiel takes some convincing. The real problem is Dean. Can Castiel with the help of family and friends convince Dean of his place by Castiel’s side? Can Dean play the part everyone expects of him to help Castiel regain his rightful place in society?

Shielded Heart by JuniperJones

Arthos, the Infinite City, is a place of alien wonders and indescribable beauty—and, most importantly for Dean, it’s also halfway across the universe from his abusive ex-fiancé. He came to the city desperate for a fresh start, but he finds himself downtrodden on a world of aloof alien beings with little hope of finding his place—and a good chance of being kidnapped or killed before he can even settle in.

At least until he is saved by an irresistible alien with piercing eyes and a seductive smile.

Castiel is the living embodiment of temptation, and he makes no effort to disguise his desire for Dean. But when his past threatens to drag Dean into a dangerous underworld, Dean discovers Castiel isn’t who he claims to be. After enduring so much suffering, can Dean bear to take a leap of faith with this mysterious alien? Can he trust Castiel with not only his life, but his heart?

Stumble and Fall by Kitmistry

Castiel was raised to do one thing: serve his country, whether that was fighting a war or becoming an expert spy. But when his lover is charged with treason and executed Castiel defects. He has evidence that can destroy the KGB’s entire spy ring in New Mexico, he has names of scientists involved with atomic weapons who send information to the Soviets, and he won’t stop until he has revenge.

Putting all his trust in the Americans, Castiel finds himself under the protection of U.S. Marshal Dean Winchester, who is too cocky and attractive for his own good, but at least seems to know what he’s doing.

When a routine transfer to a safehouse goes horribly wrong, Castiel and Dean narrowly escape with their lives. With the Marshals compromised and Castiel being framed for murder, he and Dean are on the run from KGB and law enforcement alike. They have no one to trust except each other, and nowhere to go that their enemies can’t reach.

The Shots We Don’t Take by MandalaRose

Still nursing the tatters of a broken heart and trying desperately to stave off the terror of his impending graduation, college senior Cas Novak decides it’s time to blow off a little steam. Not just any hook-up will do, however. The last thing Cas needs right now is a distraction. On the lookout for someone he can enjoy a steamy night of passion with before leaving them behind entirely, Cas thinks he’s found exactly what he needs in cocky university hockey star and well-known playboy Dean Winchester.

Dean is gorgeous, doesn’t date, and is the singular most infuriating person Cas has ever met. He’s the perfect one night stand...that is, until Dean decides he wants an instant replay of what was supposed to be a one-time event. Will Cas’ offer of friends, sans benefits, convince the arrogant love ’em and leave ’em hockey defenseman to find an easier score? Or will Dean wear down Cas’ defenses and lure the sexy nerd in the dorky trenchcoat back to his bed?

Bullets Over the Bayou (fic by mattzerella_sticks, art by dontbelasagnax)

Everyone wants Castiel Novak to quit the force, including Castiel. But he stays on despite the toxic work environment he’s surrounded by. Still believing he can do some good despite the many lines of red tape impeding him. Luckily, a pair of scissors by the name of Dean Winchester drops into his hands, and he finally feels like he can do some good.

Dean Winchester thought he would be in New Orleans for a day or two. Identify the body of his deadbeat father and then move on. No one knows he’s here. His mother and brother are blissfully unaware of the danger his father roped him into. With a parting gift of a journal, delivered to him the same day he received word about his father, Dean has become the target of a group of people who want him dead. The same people who killed his father.

Racing against the clock, can Dean and Castiel figure out what is so important about John Winchester’s journal that someone would kill for it?

Masquerade by noxsoulmate

It had begun as such a good plan; one that benefitted them both. And masquerading as Castiel Krushnic's boyfriend during the weeks of balls, galas, and charity events certainly was no hardship. With the impending end of their arrangement, though, Dean Winchester must admit that behind the mask of an aloof CEO lies a man he could fall in love with. Or maybe, he already has…

The Medium by raths_kitten

Detective Dean Winchester hates it when his Chief sends a medium to consult on his cases. But this time, the murder is closely linked to Castiel’s world and they both need to work together to solve it.

Any Semblance of Touch (fic by saltnhalo, art by c-kaeru)

1925, New York.

Dean Winchester’s life’s work is protecting the world from the supernatural relics that could destroy it. When an amulet with the power to control the tides is shipped to New York, he must intercept it before it can be used to devastating effects. This time, in order to succeed, he needs a powerful psychometric… and the only one available has sworn off the magical world altogether.

Castiel Novak’s gift comes with great risk. To protect himself, he’s become a recluse, redirecting his magic into museum research. But with the city’s fate hanging in the balance, and faced with the power of Dean’s charm and persuasion…

He can’t force himself to say no.

The Love of a Righteous Man by SargentMom573

Five years ago, Captain Dean Winchester defied his father, Senator John Winchester. With his brother Sam, and his spaceship Impala, Dean found his place among a ragtag fleet of pirates and smugglers. Their latest mission left him with a price on his head and a scar on his heart. When a surprise attack separated him from Sam and revealed a Sith weapon, he would do whatever it took to bring his brother back – even sacrifice his own happiness.

After Emperor Michael’s death broke the psychic link between them, Emperor’s Hand Castiel Novak spent years drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a barrel. Mostly sober, three years ago he found a new purpose as the Impala’s Chief Medical Officer, and Sam Winchester’s guide in the Force. And a good friend in the Impala’s gruff but kind Captain.

Dean and Castiel must work together to bring Sam home alive. But when Castiel’s last mission is exposed, will Castiel complete it and destroy any hopes Dean had for a family? Will Dean forgive Cas’ horrific purpose before it is too late? And give them both what they really want — the love of a righteous man.

SKID by spnsmile

Dean Winchester swore off love after getting dumped and fired from his job the same day. Badly drunk, he ended up balcony-hopping until a pair of hands snatched him inside a darkened room. But it's no hero, it's someone with deep voice whispering threats with a gun pointed at his back. Dean’s too drunk to deal with life but one good look at his hot assailant plus enough beer sold him to his accursed fate. The next morning, he found himself engaged to the most notorious leader of a powerful clan, Castiel Novak.

Married life in the compound for a month was not as blissful so when he could, Dean fought for that freedom. Castiel relented and as Dean tried to put the pieces of his normal life together, getting a bike messenger job and dealing with pain in the ass clients, he now also needs to deal with the dangerous presence of his very jealous and very protective husband watching over him.

Is his life ever going to get back to normal?

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Promised Part 6 - Tom Riddle x reader

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Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 2k

Part 6 - Of Vows and Wrangles

Winter came suddenly this year, and so did Christmas. With all the schoolwork you had been doing for the upcoming N.E.W.T.s in June, the weeks had passed by as quickly as a snitch on the Quidditch field. The holidays were a much-needed break and to see your family again was an even bigger delight.

Elsie did great. She looked like nothing had ever happened to her. No curse, no illness that had almost cost her life. She ran around the house like the years before, excited for the big day to finally come. The house-elves seemed glad to have her and all her shenanigans back as well. Much to your parent’s dismay, but they let most of it slide. They were thankful their daughter was healthy enough to fool around again. And so were you.

Christmas day was as cosy and joyful as ever. You spent the whole day with Elsie and your parents, exchanged gifts and played together. Elsie got her first broom and started her first attempt at flying, which resulted in a knocked over vase, that split into a million pieces, and a crash landing into the fireplace. Some tears were shed and dried again, and a “no flying inside” rule was established, which resulted in another crying fit. Oh, how you had missed it all.

Your mother had waited until the late evening to tell you that the Gaunts would come to visit for lunch the next day. She must have known that you would pepper her with questions again. It was necessary and polite, she said, to invite the future family and show them your interest.

There was certainly no interest to be given to Tom’s grandfather and uncle, but now that you thought of Tom, you had to admit that you missed him. How he had held your hand, how surprisingly cautious and gentle he had been. This memory was embedded in your brain. You would have expected anything but this from him. Anything but that soft and coy demeanour. Those minutes of proximity had told you more about him than seven years of school had. And still, it made you nervous thinking about meeting him along with his family again. They were the ones that must have made him so cold. So you fell asleep, anticipation and tension crawling through your every vein.

The Gaunts arrived in a rush and brought in a whiff of cold air that not even the fire in the chimney could drown out. Tom acknowledged you this time though. Not like months before when they had come to your house. You could have sworn that there was even a hint of a smile on his lips when he laid his eyes upon you. A smile that you reciprocated, rather faintly as well.

Lunch was alright. A lot of forced formalities and small talk, some tired attempts of getting to know the future family. Tom was quiet, as usual, only talked when someone asked him something directly, while Morfin and Marvolo ate so voraciously, the house-elves had trouble filling up their plates in time.

The Christmas spirit was spoiled when presents were brought up. Marvolo asked about Elsie’s new broom and why on Merlin’s green earth your parents would gift such a thing to a girl. He held back his laughter and shook his head when Elsie explained so excitedly that she couldn’t wait to learn how to fly in Hogwarts. Bastard.

Marvolo noticed the look you gave him and seemed to take it as a challenge, so he stared back at you, his filthy grin still in place. His head leant sideways as he waited for you to say something, his eyes squinted as if to tell you to go on and tell him what bothered you. How you would have loved to smash his face against the table or curse him into oblivion. Your teeth hurt from how hard you clenched your jaw. You couldn’t. You wanted to tell him so badly what an awful, disgusting, obsolete excuse for a man he was. But you mustn’t. He still had Elsie’s life in his hands. So you stayed silent when he whispered, “That’s what I thought.”

“Anyway,” your Father said in an attempt to ease the tension. “What are your plans for the remaining holidays?”

“There’s not a lot to do these days, is there?” Marvolo answered. “But now that you bring it up, we had something special planned for today.”

Morfin grinned as he shoved the last spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“And what is that?” Father asked.

“Well now that your little one is doing much better, which I assume you’re very thankful for,” he paused to wait for your parents to agree. “We decided to accept your invitation for today, to bring our mutual pact to the next stage.”

Your Mother quickly told the elves to take Elsie upstairs, while you looked over at Tom questioningly, but he shrugged and shook his head, letting you know he didn’t know what was going on either.

“The next stage?” Father asked. “What do you mean by that?”

“Since we’ve done our part of the agreement already, exceedingly fast and precise might I add, and the wedding is still months away, we want to make sure we will get what we asked for. You see, I respect you and your family of course, but one can never be sure enough. We don’t want to be tricked or exploited. So we’re asking for an unbreakable vow. Between Tom and your daughter.” 

“A vow?” Mother was appalled. “What for?”

“For the marriage of course,” Marvolo said. “A promise that the marriage will be solemnised, that cannot be withdrawn from either side.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat. First the marriage and now this? If you agreed, the Gaunts would have both Elsie and you under their control. Infringing an unbreakable vow resulted in death and they would never stop asking for things if you agreed to this. 

“Marvolo,” Father began and sighed. “Don’t you think it’s enough? That we agreed to do this for the sake of my youngest child? You haven’t broken her curse entirely so you can use her as leverage. And now you expect me to bring my second child in mortal danger as well?”

“There’s no danger if the plan proceeds as we agreed,” Marvolo answered. “The vow can’t harm her if she plays by the rules.”

“She played by the rules,” Mother said. “She still does. Everyone’s been playing by your rules, so why do you want to add the vow?”

“As I said, I don’t want to be tricked. It’s merely a way to protect my family. And with all due respect, your reaction makes it seem like you’re up to no good already. Who knows? Perhaps you’ve changed your minds.”

Protect his family… He would sell both Tom and Morfin for a Galleon and a half if he could. He was paranoid. You were still lost for words and didn’t want to speak, even though a million thoughts rushed through your mind. You knew every word that could possibly leave your mouth right now would be filthy and full of anger, and Marlovo was waiting for you to burst. 

He turned to you. “What do you say, child? Don’t you want to prove your loyalty?”

You sucked in a breath and were about to answer when Tom suddenly stood up. “Enough! I want a word.”

“You want a word?” Marvolo laughed disparagingly.

“Now,” Tom turned to your parents. “Is there a room we can go to?”

“The reading room, right across the corridor,” Mother said and showed them the way.

You followed the three men and your Mother, and watched them enter the reading room. Mother turned towards you.

“Don’t eavesdrop, darling,” she said. “Give them some privacy.”

“Do you really think Marvolo deserves privacy?”

“No. He’s an awful man.”

“He is,” Father said as he joined you.

“We’re not going to let him do this to you,” Mother promised. “You’ve already done enough. Marvolo is out of his mind.”

“He’s greedy,” Father added. “Insatiable.”

You leant your head against the door to the reading room and pressed your ear onto it, trying to hear what they were talking about. Mother motioned for you to stop, but didn’t prevent you from listening.

First, you heard nothing. Silence, then footsteps tipping across the room. Mumbled words that were so washed out you could barely understand what they meant.

Tom’s voice echoed from the walls. “You can’t be serious. Why would you ask for more? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Marvolo answered quietly. You could only guess what he was saying. Something like “Why would I?”

Mother appeared next to you. You grinned but didn’t say anything, knowing you had gotten your curiosity from her. She flicked her wand silently and cast a spell that diminished the sound barrier, so you could hear every word that was spoken inside the room.

“I’m not going to let you go through with this,” Tom said.

Marvolo snickered. “And you think I care what you’re allowing me to do?”

“I know you don’t,” Tom answered. “But I won’t comply. You can’t force anyone to make an unbreakable vow. Not even with the Imperius curse. And you know that.”

“What are you doing this for?” Morfin suddenly participated. “For the girl? You know things will only get worse if you refuse.”

A moment of silence occurred.

“Oh, would you look at that,” Morfin chuckled. “You do like her, don’t you? Well, at least Father’s letter wasn’t in vain then.”

Tom didn’t answer.

“And her? How will you make her fall for you?” Morfin asked. “If you need a little love potion, I can provide that.”

“How dare you bring that up,” Tom spat. “You know I would never.”

“Well, Father,” Morfin went on. “Looks like Tom thinks he can do it all on his own.”

“Now listen to me, son,” Marvolo said. “If you think you can disobey me like that, without any consequences, you must take me for a fool. To say that I’m disappointed is an understatement. Just know that there will be more to it.”

They scurried around. Marvolo and Morfin seemed to leave through the Floo Network. You assumed Tom would follow them but could hear him roaming around the room for another minute until his steps wandered towards the door. Both you and your mother stepped away quickly. Mother fixed her hair and you tried to come off as innocently as possible.

Tom stood in the door frame, chest heaving slightly and the doorknob in his hand.

“Grandfather and uncle left through the fireplace,” he said. “I’ll go too, I just need a minute, if you’ll allow.”

Mother looked at him like she looked at Elsie when she grazed her knee or hit her head. Her eyes weren’t as stern as you expected them to be, but soft and full of pity. 

“Why don’t you stay for a bit, Tom?” she asked. “We still have so much food left from lunch, we could need a bit of help before it goes to waste.”

Tom looked at her and nodded slowly. He must have known that she didn’t invite him to prevent wasting food. But apparently he didn’t care what her reasons were. He just accepted it and you thought that was fair.

“Would you show him around, darling?” Mother asked you. “While I tell the elves to prepare the guest room.”

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Jealousy

Duncan x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1647 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Duncan’s gf getting upset over Courtney so she flirts with someone else to make him jealous

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Inviting you to participate in Total Drama Island a few weeks into the show had been Chris' idea.

He thought that it would be an interesting turn of events after seeing all the obvious chemistry between Duncan and Courtney. After all, what could be better for ratings than relationship drama. 

Though, now that you were here, you had really started to rethink agreeing to this. 

Everything had been on edge pending your arrival, mostly due to the fact that they weren’t sure what the surprise Chris had planned was. Though, when you stepped off the boat onto the deck, the jitters faded...for the most part. 

The only person who even looked remotely excited was Duncan, your loving boyfriend who you’d missed dearly since he’d left to film this show in the first place. 

“Oh hell yes!” he grinned, making his way over to your side as soon as he realized what was going on. This had to have been some kind of joke or maybe Chef had slipped something into his lunch today. 

However, when he actually reached out to wrap his arms around you, all thoughts of strange acid trips faded away to just holding you against him. It had been way too long since he’d been anywhere near someone he could remotely tolerate, and it was nice. 

You were his lady, after all. 

“Hi baby, you miss me?” you smiled, laughing as he twirled you side to side in his arms, just trying to make peace with the fact that this was reality. He had been dreaming about this since he’d gotten on the boat, and it was really solid to get to see you. 

It was nice. 

Though,the two of you couldn’t hang out on the dock all day. You had come here for a reason, after all and you couldn’t just ignore that in favor of never leaving Duncan’s side. 

As much as you wanted to. 

“Of course I missed you. C’mon, I have some people you should meet” he suggested, taking your hand in his own before using that as leverage to yank you toward the rest of the cast. 

Not that he got very far before Chris stopped you both. 

“Not so fast you two. I think that’s my job” he cheesed, showing off his fake television host persona so aggressively that it nearly snapped your neck. It didn’t match anything of the man you’d spoken to over the phone to start this whole thing in motion. 

Still, you did as he suggested, stopping in your tracks to let him do his thing. 

“Campers, this is your special surprise...though it’s more of a surprise for Duncan than anything” he laughed, stopping for dramatic effect before continuing. “This is Y/N, Duncan’s girlfriend” 

Everyone had put that together by now, but that didn’t stop the chorus of gasps and ‘booyah’s that came from the crowd in front of you. The girls were obviously sizing you up, while the boys were mouthing congratulations to their buddy. 

...This was going to be fun. 

Duncan'd had plenty of time to get established with these people in the past week or so, but all you knew about them was what you’d seen when the episodes go live every day and that wasn’t saying much. 

You had made it a rule to not believe anything you saw until it was with your own two eyes. It was much simpler that way, and let you not have any bias from the jump. 

However, that rule kind of disintegrated when you found yourself talking about Courtney. 

You weren’t stupid, you had seen the obvious connection between the two of them. It usually wouldn’t have bothered you, of course, because you weren’t jealous in nature and you knew that Duncan couldn’t have been more in love with you. 

Still, you couldn’t help yourself in this situation. 

You had been at home missing him all this time while he was living it up on some island with some wannabe camp counselor. Anyone in their right mind would have been upset and you wouldn’t apologize for that. 

Even though you simply smiled at her as you passed, holding tightly to Duncan’s hand as you did so. 

Arguing with her wouldn’t do you any good. 

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Correction, arguing with her shouldn’t have done you any good. However, that didn’t mean that you were completely helpless to stop whatever it was that was going on between them. 

...And there was only one way to do that. 

You just had to make Duncan understand what you were feeling, and once he realized how awful it was, he would straighten up real quick. You were sure of it, but having a plan wasn’t enough to fix this. 

You actually had to go through with it. 

So, you swallowed the nausea building up in the back of your throat at the idea of what you were about to do and smiled. Chris had just told you all about a trust exercise that you would be doing this morning, and everyone got to choose their partner. 

Naturally, Duncan assumed that you, his girlfriend, would want to participate with him but instead of meeting him at his side, you bypassed him completely. 

Rather than jump into his arms like he’d been expecting, you found your way to Trent’s side. 

You two hadn’t really talked in all your time here, but that didn’t matter to you. All you needed was to make a display out of today, and he was going to let you do that. 

“Hey Trent, I was thinking that maybe you and I could be partners today” you hummed, smiling at him while also batting your eyelashes at him just for added effect. He looked shocked, as anyone would be at this point. 

However, he nodded. 

That was the best thing about Trent as far as you were concerned in this moment, because he didn’t think about what you were doing enough to even realize how bad of an idea it was. 

...But you could. 

You could practically feel Duncan glaring into the back of your head, finding it hard to believe that you were reacting this way. He didn’t get it, but that didn’t change the fact that he shrugged it off and made his way over to Courtney. 

Two could play at this game. 

Duncan had always told you that he wasn’t jealous, boasting that it wasn’t in his nature but you had never truly tested that theory until now. Though, to be fair, you had never had reason to. 

In all the time that you and Duncan had been together, he had never even looked in the direction of another girl but something about Courtney changed that. 

She just got to him in a way that no one else did and you hated it. 

You weren’t jealous, you just weren’t, but it didn’t matter. All you could really think about was how mad you were over the fact that he didn't even put up a fight over you. 

He could just be so frustrating, but that was fine, because you had the perfect partner for this whole thing. 

...Or at least, you thought you had. 

Everything was going fine until you got to the trust fall portion of the exercise, trying to build up to the final challenge. You closed your eyes and lent back, giving in fully to the process. 

However, the second Trent’s hands met your skin, Duncan freaked out. 

That just wasn’t cool. 

“Hey man! Why don’t you back off?!” he yelled, shoving the scrawny male away from you. The action left you sitting in the sand of the beach but you didn’t care. 

Instead, you focused more on the fact that Duncan was now holding Trent down to the ground, content with pummelling his face in for the offense. It was overkill, and everyone knew it, but they also couldn't stop it. 

Duncan was, perhaps, the only person here who didn’t have a problem with fist fighting on television. 

...But you weren’t going to let that happen. 

Maybe it was your fault, you had put this on him after all. Trent didn’t know what he was getting set up for but you did. You knew that Duncan wouldn’t be able to handle it and you’d done it anyway. 

In that way, you were definitely to blame. 

“Duncan, Stop!” you urged, rushing over to their side to shove the man off. Trent hadn’t even done anything worthy of the shiner he’d have in the morning, not that Duncan cared. 

Anything involving him touching you would have been too much. 

“Yeah, let’s break it up you two” Chris chimed in, earning an eye roll from you at his late interjection. You all knew he wouldn’t have done anything had it not been for the clear issue it would cause. 

Duncan wouldn’t have stopped until they had to cart Trent off to the hospital otherwise. 

“Come on, you need to cool down” you urged, knowing that getting him as far away from this situation as possible would be best for everyone. Besides, you two clearly needed to talk. 

You should have never done this in the first place. Granted, no one said that Duncan had to go on a punching spree either. 

You just needed to clear the air. 

Now, Duncan didn’t want to do as you asked. It was clear that no one could have really stopped him from rearranging this poser's facial structure, but it also wasn’t much of a question. 

You weren’t asking him to leave and come with you, you were telling him that he needed to, and he was going to listen. 

Even Duncan knew well enough to know that you wouldn’t ask twice. He just had to hope that it wasn’t going to be too bad once the two of you were behind closed doors. 

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NSFW Alphabet Smoke.

Finally, the NSFW Alphabet for my man Smokey Boo Bear. I had so much fun writing this. It may differ from other HC’s about him. But this is my interpretation of what he’d be like. I feel like I’m repenting for my sins for writing Havik Smut to be fair.

Warnings: NSFW, so you know the drill 18+ under the cut. Mentions of all that smutty goodness. Some mentions of the Enenra. I cannot also speak any Czech whatsoever. So, you may have to use your imaginations. Why does Smoke not have a Czech accent though? GIF does not belong to me. Was found on google. 

·       A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Tomas is so soft after sex and he is extremely vulnerable himself. Aftercare with him is mutual thing. He needs some TLC and a hell of a lot of love after. It’s simple things like running you both a bath, helping to wash each other’s bodies. If you help him wash his hair, he will love you for it. Because it takes a fucking lot of work to comb and brush. It’s also soft touches and caresses after. The man is more on the touch starved side, extremely touch starved when you first meet. So, he craves human affection and touch. So please give it to him. A lot of soft reassuring words are passed back and forth in the dark of your shared room. Only the string lights wrapped around your bedframe illuminating you. You’re a tangle of limbs, blankets and love. In conclusion Smoke is a big softie and he loves to be affectionate after sex. After your shower he’ll also bring you both a snack and a warm drink. God, imagine him leaning back against your counter, hair in a bun, no shirt on, grey checked joggers. PERFECTION. His voice is also very soothing.

·       B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is a tricky one for him, because in his eyes he loves every inch of you. But if he had to choose, he’s without a doubt very partial to your chest, stomach and neck areas. He loves leaving a trail of flitted kisses and light love bites down there. He also loves your thighs, he just loves how they feel when you’re on top of him, or the way they snake around his waist. He loves running his hands over them and the feel of your skin against his. As for his favourite body part when it comes to himself. He’s not overly bothered where you touch at first, just please touch and love him, he’s been starved for a very long time and he just craves some touch. But after a while, when he’s used to the frequent contact and content. He finds he does love his arms and shoulders the most. The feel of you gripping at them, trying to remain in control as he fucks you silly against a wall. Or the way you bury your head into them as you cum. He loves it. He’s worked hard for his body and is very proud of his arms.  

·       C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

So, with Tomas, he isn’t into making messes. They aren’t his thing. So, he will prefer to cum in you or his hand if you’re not into him cumming into you. But if you’re down for swallowing he will lose it watching as you take everything, he gives you. An exception to the mess rule is shower sex. He will make an absolute mess of you, if you want him to, as long as it’s in the shower. He will never admit how much it turned him on. When you were in the shower, on your knees, tongue out waiting for him to cum on your face. He felt weird at first, until he saw you covered in his cum. Enenra does stir a little when he sees you in a mess. It’s something Smoke has to try and keep control of. It’s a two-way relationship, one which Enenra isn’t involved in and has no say.

·       D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has had exactly one really filthy dream. He hasn’t told anyone this because it really did turn him on something fierce. He’ll take this secret to the grave with him. This dream had it all. Manipulation of his powers, fucking somewhere you shouldn’t have been, best friend walking in. It was fucking SPICY. He’d disappeared and reappeared in a cloud of smoke. Sat there, legs spread on that fucking chair. It ended with you, riding the fuck out of him on the Lin Kuei throne. Only to have Kuai walk in on you both mid fucking. Really in front of his salad? The dream ended there. But he was curious to see how it ended. He did fuck you a bit rougher that morning too.

·       E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

And with the running theme for our Lin Kuei men. Smoke has no experience whatsoever. I will die on this hill. Touch starved to fuck through choice though. He doesn’t trust just anyone, and it takes a lot for him to trust you. So, sex wasn’t on the cards. That, and he’s nervous about sex with Enenra lurking inside him. If that little shit wanted to wake up, what would happen? He didn’t want to think about it. So, abstained from sex. He has had a lot of offers. Sareena could have hooked him up with someone easily. Someone who wouldn’t have been bothered if Enenra reared his ugly arse head during. That and him masturbating isn’t easy, but more on that later. So yeah, you’re taking his virginity. He trusts you and learns to subdue the fear of Enenra, and you seem to shut the fucker down too. So, all in all. He’s not experienced, won’t be great the first few times, and probably won’t last long. But it’s all practise, a great warrior isn’t moulded over a day, give him some time to practise and he’s eager to learn.

·       F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual Will instead include badly described sex positions)

Comes as no surprise but he’s very vanilla at first. He likes to feel he has some degree of control of the situation. Just so he can stop it in case he feels like it’s getting too much. So, it’ll mainly be missionary. That and he does love to look at your face and expressions you make during. It kind of reassures him that he’s doing everything right… not that your moans and noises don’t already confirm that. After a while you try a few new positions, mainly doggy, him fucking you against a wall. Whilst he loves all of them, he does love it when you ride him. It’s like the ultimate show of trust for him. He’s putting you in control. He loves watching your hips move against him, the circular motions you make, the way your hands run over his chest. The way you grip his shoulders for leverage. It can also feel intimate when he sits up and brings you closer together. Sex is really intimate for him so he’s going to prefer positions that are more intimate.

·       G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Tomas has an interesting sense of humour. Whilst he may come across as stoic and mature (Not quiet Kuai’s level) he does have a sense of humour. And will occasionally let out a breathy laugh when you say something that’s a bit dirty. It’s just the way he is. He’s not going to sit there and makes overtly sexual jokes or tell you one mid thrust. But he has a sense of humour. It’s more prominent at the beginning of your relationship. When he’s inexperienced, it’s his way of dealing with not knowing what to do. But sex becomes a little more serious as he gets better. He will still laugh after, because he cannot believe how lucky he is.

·       H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Tomas takes care of himself. And yeah, the hair does match the drapes. He’s a little embarrassed by that. Even though you kinda knew because his eyebrows are fucking grey. But he keeps everything trimmed and well groomed. If he was to grow stubble on his face you wouldn’t be able to tell straight away. That and when he did try and grow a beard Bi-Han called him Santa for a week straight. So, he keeps himself well groomed. The only part that’s a little untamed, is the very faint trail that runs from bellow his navel down to his cock. You want to follow that trail and see where it goes.

·       I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Tomas is very intimate during sex. This is due to how he views it and himself. It’s a real reflection and insight into how he is. He doesn’t let just anyone touch him. It takes years of trust. And he doesn’t let himself close to many. But you, you’re different. He’d go as far as saying you’re his soulmate. So, when he has sex with you, he’s allowing himself to be vulnerable and showing you a side he doesn’t show many people. He’ll have a lot of sweet words leaving his mouth, compliments are being bestowed left right and centre. Lots of strokes, caresses and slow fucking. He can also be very romantic when the time calls for it. He saves these for special occasions though, because after a while it may lose it’s meaning. Like anniversary sex very romantic, it’s not surprising but it is. He’s learnt from Bi-Han and Kuai which means he should technically suck, but then again, he has read a lot of books. So, he probably pulls his romance ideas from that. A lot of rose petals, incense, some champagne. He’s gone all out.

·       J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbating had never been his thing. Sometimes it had to be done. And he thought of it as a chore. It was always difficult with Enenra surging his way through him near the point of him cumming. He had to keep control and that didn’t help him focus. It was a very difficult situation; one he couldn’t just speak to anyone about. Bi-Han isn’t the best for advice, and Kuai, well Kuai is Kuai. He’s not an overtly sexual person. Neither of them has another being living in them. So, he felt stuck. He eventually, after a few awkward searches and tweaking, came up with a solution and grew to control him better. But now he has you, it’s not as bad, you silence and keep Enenra at bay. He’s not sure why. But mutual masturbation is now one of his favourite things in the world.

·       K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sorry but he’s not overtly kinky. He’s on the vanilla side of things. And he’s still exploring everything. He does have a bit of voice kink on his part, he loves watching you come undone as he speaks in Czech. Inappropriate manipulation of smoke is another kink. He loves watching it ebb around you, swirl and reveal parts of you. He loves been able to get you off with it. So, he has a slight temperature kink. Where there’s fire, there’s Smoke…

·       L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Apart from that one dream where he fucked you on the throne. He’s down mainly for the bedroom. It’s private, intimate, little to no chance of getting disturbed and his room is really comfy. A little bit on the basic side. But the man loves his little succulents, string lights and piles of warm blankets and pillows. But he will also fuck you in the shower, he loves the feel of the water as it runs down his back as he fucks you against a wall. Or how the warm tiles feel against his body as he lays down and you ride him. So mainly bedroom, bath/shower, or wall sex. More private than public. He doesn’t want to get caught.

·       M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing how undone you’re coming either when he gives you oral or as he teases you with his fingers. He can’t believe he’s managing to make you come this undone. And he’s the one getting you GONE. He also has a thing for watching you undress. If you want to get him hard, all you’ll need to do is just start removing some layers slowly. It’s still an intimacy thing. You’re baring your body to him, showing him, you trust him… that and you’re perfect in his eyes. Heavy make out sessions will also get him going, be gentle with him though.

·       N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

So, this is where this differs to some other Hc’s people have for Tomas. He’s not submissive. He needs to have some control or feel he’s in control. He been through some shit. And he doesn’t like not feeling he has some control over the situation. So, he will not be into bondage, BDSM or any of that. He won’t hurt you during sex either, or in return he really doesn’t want any of that shit either. He doesn’t mind gently tugs to his hair but don’t yank it. Tomas has been through a lot and needs some care and attention. He just wants to feel loved and not scared. So, he avoids anything that could bring harm. He can be a little rough, but he draws the line at slapping, choking etc. It makes him feel like he’ll lose control, Enenra is always there and that’s something you both need to accept. Better to play it safe.

·       O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He gets better at giving over time. And he really does love to give and he gets very, very good at it. He loves watching you come undone on his tongue and will often smirk watching you writhe against his mouth. That and with that smoke power, it feels UNREAL when he lets parts ghost out of his mouth and hands over your dripping cunt. A bit teasingly. But he’d deny teasing, because would he do that? Will also leave little love bites on your thighs.

He loves to receive too. Oh my god who would have thought it would feel this nice. He’s a little unsure at first when you say you want to take him all, he hears you gag and is a bit nervous. But he relaxes when you start moaning around his cock. He’s so impressed you can take him all. Loves running his fingers through your hair as you suck him off.  

·       P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Okay. So, Tomas is going to prefer Slow and Sensual sex, I think we’ve covered this in detail. But he just prefers it, sex is sacred to him and an intimate act, he wants that philosophy to reflect in his actions. But that doesn’t say he won’t fuck you on the rougher side. Not enough to hurt you, but he can be more fast, frantic and have deeper thrusts. This comes after a little bit of practise, but by god does it feel good.

·       Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not a fan of them. He wants to take his time. Explore, make sure you leave with jelly legs and to him, that cannot be achieved in a short amount of time. But he will have a quickie if he must leave on a mission OR if he’s snuck out to meet you when he’s meant to be on a mission. Sometimes he has a yearning to fuck you and he can’t concentrate. And Bi-Han told him to eliminate distractions. So, you know, it’s sort of his fault if he gets caught out. But yeah. Her prefers proper sex rather than quickies. But they do come in useful and sometimes are needed.

·       R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s down to try new things but nothing risky. He doesn’t want you to be hurt or himself. He has Enenra in him and he cannot risk losing control of that. He’s not sure what he would do to you and he doesn’t want to take that risk. So, to be real, you will have to accept that it’s a big part of him. He wants you to be safe and he knows that means been careful. But there are other ways to experiment without taking huge risks. New locations, him sneaking out to see you, trying new things, more on that later.

·       S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s a ninja. He’s got some stamina on him. He can go for one long round and recover quickly. Or he can do shorter rounds. Short to him is around the half an hour mark, long is pushing the one-hour mark maybe one and a half. He can recover fast though.

·       T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s down for some experimentation with toys. They don’t seem very risky. Saying that, he is not into pegging, there’s an element of control in there he is not keen on. But he’s fine to use toys to spice things up. Different types of lube, vibrators… but he also has his powers which he is down for using. He’s mastered them so you know, best toy of all. Who knew smoke could do this to you?! You’ll never think of the smoke leaving the kettle the same again.

·       U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can tease and doesn’t mind a little bit of light teasing. Such as talking about how you’re blushing, ghosting over your skin, taking his time. And he doesn’t mind this been done to him. He draws the line when it pushes past light teasing and goes into the realm of submission. He doesn’t do begging and it makes him uncomfortable. As long as he has some control over the situation, he will be fine. But it’s mainly light teasing. So, no chastity style teasing. That’s not happening. That’s not teasing his mind, and it’s a major turn off for him and it’s not great for him. BE GENTLE WITH HIM!

·       V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

For someone who is very quiet in most situations. He can be very loud when fucking. A lot of moans and groans, some filthy words been uttered under his breath. Some of them are in English, some of them are in Czech. What is he saying? He could be reading the fucking phonebook, but you do not give a fuck. His voice is a lot deeper in his native tongue, so there’s that. He does cum loudly sometimes; depends how long it has been. He has to bite his hand sometimes. He could not live it down if Bi-Han walked in. He could not.

·       W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

SFW: Such a hipster at heart. His room is just a mess of blankets, pillows, string lights and little cacti. But he’s had these things before they were cool. Has like three sets of string lights and drinks IPAs. Wears his hair in a bun because it’s long and gets in his eyes. But like, it’s fine because he’s a ninja, so it’s not a manbun. Is a manbun.

BONUS SFW: Out of all the Lin Kuei Men. Tomas is the one who can pursue a more normal relationship. He doesn’t have titles and rules holding him back. If he wants to go to the city with you on a date, he can. He doesn’t need to watch his PDA, but he still isn’t keen on it. But you can date him without fear of judgement. Because he’s not a Grandmaster or a leader. He’s just your Smokey Boo Bear.

NSFW: His cum has a smokey taste to it. I will die on this hill fight me on this. But yeah, his cum has a bit of a smoked taste to it. Fuck knows why and it’s always a bit on the warmer side. He has once cum, and smoke did come out before he blew his load. Luckily he was just masturbating, so you weren’t there. He says a silent prayer to the Elder Gods every time you fuck. Because he doesn’t want that shit to happen in front of you. Has asked his dick ‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?’ A few times. Raiden must have overheard his prayers and consulted with the Elder Gods, because it’s not happened yet. He’s sure he has heard him.

·       X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s on the bigger side of average. Not going to lie. You were not expecting that when you first unbuttoned his jeans. It was jus there, it’s always the quiet ones. He kinda looked at you a bit sheepishly. It’s probably pushing 8” but it’s pretty thick. A nice-looking cock, 10/10 would suck.

·       Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s not super high and wasn’t to begin with. It was more of a chore he had to take care of. But since meeting you and having sex, it has increased a little bit. Sex is intimate and he doesn’t want to just fuck you for the sake of fucking you. Sometimes a need does arrive and if you’re down to fuck then, lock the doors and close the blinds, cos you’re going for a ride! He doesn’t need to have sex every day, but some weeks he feels the need to. So, he really differs. On average sex probably 4-5 times a week. But it can be more, can be less.

·       Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Smoke struggles to sleep. But he sleeps better in his own bed and with you laying with him. He will fall asleep after you, he likes to make sure you’re settled and safe before drifting off. Is the big spoon and loves burying his head into your hair as he falls asleep.

[cordria]

Buried

“Why do I have to carry the shovel?” Tucker whined, deliberately walking a bit slower and dragging his feet. “It weighs a ton.”

“It’s a Fenton Shovel,” Danny said, walking backwards a moment to smile at him. “Got my dad’s face on it. See?”

Sam shoved him lightly. “That doesn’t explain why it’s so heavy.”

“Or why I have to carry it,” Tucker added. “I’m both the weakest and the slowest of the three of us.”

Sam smirked. “If your hands aren’t full, you play with your phone. Which means you’re not looking where you’re going. Which means we’ll take even longer to get there because you’ll be walking at a snail’s pace.”

“And it’s ghost-proof,” Danny added. “Thus the weight. It has a lead core.”

Tucker gave the shovel a side-look and held it a bit further away from his head. “Isn’t lead, you know, toxic? I saw on the news-”

“If you’re really worried about toxicity I wouldn’t start with the lead,” Danny muttered just loud enough for Tucker to hear.

“Great,” Tucker moaned. “I’d drop the shovel and leave it here, if I weren’t so interested in why we need it.”

Danny laughed. “For a prodigy, you certainly have a bad memory.”

Tucker scowled and followed the two, trying to wrack his brain to remember what in the world they would need a shovel for, while also trying not to smile at the way his two friends were almost holding hands. Really, it made carrying the toxic, heavy shovel worth it.

The three wound their way to the park, through the scattered trees and kids playing frisbee, and towards the small creek that ran alongside the fence on the far side. By the time Danny and Sam came to a stop next to the creek, Tucker was panting and out of breath. He dumped the shovel on the ground and collapsed onto his back. “Oh my god,” he said. “My arms are like limp noodles!”

“Weakling,” Sam said, picking up the shovel with one hand and resting it lightly on her shoulder. She glanced at Danny. “The shovel is very heavy, Danny.”

“Ghost proof. Lead. I already said this,” Danny said. He was walking back and forth along the edge of the creek. “Now shush. I’m trying to remember.”

“Trying to remember what?” Tucker asked from his spot on the ground. “What would you need a shovel for-” he stopped, a vague memory from years and years ago tickling his mind.

“The boy remembers,” Danny muttered.

“Seriously?” Tucker said, sitting up. He sat up, remembering the treasure box the two of them hid when they were younger. “There’s no way that’s still here.”

“No way what’s here?” Sam asked.

Danny started wandering down the side of the creek, headed towards a large tree. “Didn’t we bury it by a tree?”

“Bury what by a tree?” Sam said, one hand on her hip and one very heavy shovel over her shoulder, standing next to Tucker instead of following Danny.

“It was an apple tree, Dude. That’s a pine tree.” Tucker leveraged himself to his feet. “I remember getting hit by an apple when we were digging. I think it’s that one.” He pointed towards a tree a bit further on, covered in flowers. 

Danny shrugged and changed direction. Sam still wasn’t moving. “What are we looking for?” she asked, sounding exasperated. 

“Danny and I used to play pirates as kids,” Tucker said. “We buried a treasure chest full of ‘valuables’.”

“And I need them back,” Danny called over his shoulder. He made it to the tree and circled it, studying the ground. 

Tucker jogged over to the tree, Sam keeping on his heels. “It was the better part of a decade ago. Why do you suddenly need the stuff back?”

Danny stood still, looking around. “Slight clarification - my dad needs the treasure back. He’s got some invention going on, is tearing the house apart looking for them, and I’m positive I never got permission to play with them.”

Tucker shrugged. “It was, what, nine years ago? Just tell him he forgot he gave you permission.”

Danny shot him a look. “Do you know what we buried?”

“No.” 

Sam set the shovel down. “I’m definitely curious,” she said, “but couldn’t we have brought a lighter shovel? I’m feeling bad for Tucker. This thing weighs, like, fifty pounds.”

“Ghost proof,” Danny said for the third time.

“Why did we need a ghost-proof shovel to dig up a kid’s treasure?” Tucker asked. Then he pointed towards the side of the tree closer to the creek. “Over there.”

Danny hummed, wandered over to the spot, and stared down at the ground. “Because we were apparently playing with - and buried - a real, actual treasure.”

Tucker blinked. “Like… real?”

“Yeah.” Danny grinned at him. “Like, for real. The crystals are actually worth quite a bit of money. They’re special sorts of gems that focus ectoplasmic radiation, or something. My dad needs them for whatever it is he’s building.”

“We buried real crystals.”

“Real crystals with ghost energy in them,” Danny said, “thus the shovel.” He pointed at the ground several feet from the tree. “Right here.”

Sam picked up the shovel and walked over. “You’re sure? This is a killer shovel for not being sure.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. They have ghost energy in them. I can tell.” Danny crouched down, stuffed his arms through the ground, and pulled a beat-up and disintegrating shoebox out of the ground without disturbing the grass. “See? They’re rIght here. Dig.”

Tucker scoffed. “Why? You pulled it out of the ground already.”

Danny stared at him, then down at the box in his arms. “Ah, yes.” He grinned sheepishly. “Or we could do it that way.” He peeled open the box, the lid tearing several times. Inside, half a dozen translucent rocks glittered in the sun. “Perfect.”

“Seriously?” Sam said. “Danny, this shovel is heavy!”

“You didn’t carry the thing all the way here,” Tucker scowled. “You aren’t the one who should be complaining!”

“Guys, it doesn’t matter. We got the gems, Dad can stop tearing the house apart, and we can go see a movie.” Danny picked the gems out of the old box and stuffed them into his pocket. The box dropped to the ground and Danny brushed off his hands, climbing to his feet.

Sam frowned. “Littering.”

“I wasn’t going to leave it,” Danny protested, stooping down to grab the box.

“No, I got the box,” Tucker cut in, snagging the remains of the box. “You get the shovel. You’re the one that made us lug it all the way here for no reason.”

“Ghost proof,” Danny said, gesturing toward his chest, “remember?”

Sam stuffed it into Danny’s arms. “Half ghost, remember? You carry the toxic gardening equipment.”

Danny sighed dramatically, causing Sam and Tucker to laugh. “Let’s get the stuff home.”

[uwuwriting]

I don’t know you yet

Iwaizumi soulmate au and birthday event

This is part of both my soulmate au and a gift to the character himself since its his birthday today. This is for @brattyquirks​ husband. Iwa-chan happy birthday. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings:angst with happy ending

How can you miss someone you’ve never met? He constantly wondered that. To say it was hard to live in a world full of soulmates was an understatement. What was worse was being friends with someone who everyone wanted to be with. Iwaizumi Hajime was never one to care for relationships. From the moment a single strand of hair changed color he was determined to wait for that h/c person. He knew that they would love him for him. For the person he truly was. Rough edges and all.  

Cause I need you but I don’t know you yet. Rough edges were normally the reason why he didn’t get lucky with anyone. All of them went for someone more approachable. More free. Hajime knew he didn’t seem like the most friendly individual. But that was always only on the outside. He cared about those around him. Sometimes way too much. Many people have come and gone in his life. Most have entered his life only to have leverage for his best friend. A betrayal that he had come to expect. That’s why now he lays in his bed, praying to anyone who’s listening to bring you to him. Because he’s tired of watching others step over him to reach Oikawa.

Can you find me soon because I’m in my head? Was he not enough? Was he so bad at this that no one wanted to be with him. He’s now in his second year of high school and has just experienced the third rejection of his high school life. He really liked her too. She was pretty, smart and made him laugh. When he talked she would pay close attention and she laughed at his jokes. He might have misread the signs. 

“Iwaizumi-san you are amazing I’ll give you that but I’m interested in someone else.” He had hoped she would stop there, leave the lucky person as a mystery. He didn’t want to know after all. Actually he didn’t want to get his fears confirmed. “And i was hoping you could help me with that, he’s your best friend after all.”

Yeah, i need you now but I don’t know you yet. Volleyball had become more than just a club at this point. He knew it was a special part of him since middle school but he never expected to love it this much. The team was cooperating well, even though they had Oikawa as their captain. They hadn’t managed to make it to the nationals last year but they were determined that this time, this time will be different. Being in his third year he didn’t have much free time to think about relationships whether they be romantic or new friendships. That’s what he kept telling himself. He wouldn’t let his mind get in the way of enjoying his last year in high school just because he didn’t have someone to kiss. Matsukawa brought his girlfriend to practice today. He looked happy with her, content with just holding her. They had been together for two months now and they were still in the honeymoon phase. That’s why they looked so happy. At least that’s what Oikawa claims. He had just broken up with his girlfriend. It was still the beginning of the school year, this year would be different. His hand reached out to the special strand of hair behind his ear. 

How can you miss someone you’ve never seen? They have a new manager. She’s a third year as well but he hasn’t met her yet. He has been sick the last couple of days and he couldn’t make it to practice. Oikawa told him that she’s cute. Hanamaki provided more information. Apparently he shares a class with her. Hanamaki said that she moved back here only a month ago and that’s why she missed the first two weeks of school. Her name is Y/N L/N, Matsu stated that she’s really friendly. She’s already well acquainted with Oikawa and the first years. She said they were the easiest to approach.  

Tell me are your eyes brown, blue or green? She was lovely. He was sure that his heart was saying the truth and he wasn’t driven by his hormones. She tugged at his heart strings no matter the time of day. They were linked somehow and he knew. Attraction was surely there, from his side at least, but he knew he shouldn’t -couldn’t- let himself fall again. A heart can take so much after all. Being able to give only half a heart to someone who deserved the universe should be considered a crime and he didn’t want to be proven guilty. 

Do you like it with sugar and cream? “Iwaizumi-san!” There she was. Classes had come to a conclusion for the day and the students were free to enjoy there club activities. “Wait up, we can walk together!” He smiled at her, one of those rare genuine smiles of his. Falling in love was a hard thing to distinguish. You often confused it with pure attraction. Hajime knew when he was falling in love though and he cursed himself for not backing away from her before it had happened. For some time Hajime had hopped her to be his soulmate. Her hair matched the strand behind his ear but try as he might he hadn’t seen his own chestnut hair mixed with hers. It was disheartening. He was used to it though. Listening to her rambling about their math professor was good enough for him. Getting his heart broken again wasn’t worth it.

Yeah lately it’s been hard. the Inter-high tournament had started and they had done an amazing start. They would be soon facing Shiratorizawa, the school who has beat them at every game. And now? This is the time they decided to dye their hair? It must have been highlights because it was just the tip of the strand that had changed. A pale blue, almost the same color as his jersey. This was really bad timing. When and if he found them he swore that he would scold them for this. Even though they couldn’t have known. He found it funny to be exact. Entering the gym with his teammates, they were met with full bleachers. People from both schools were shouting their respective chants while others held up signs to bring motivation to the teams. He hadn’t seen her yet, Oikawa said she texted him saying she was running a little late. Of course she would text him. They were finishing their warm up when he spotted her. Actually Matsukawa spotted her first. “Wow she went all out on the support.” All of them looked were Matsu was staring and they saw her. She had a bounce in her step, her jacket open to reveal the volleyball team’s t-shirt and her hair, oh god her hair. The turquoise highlights matched the team’s colors and brought out the ‘Aoba Johsai’ on her back. “Hey guys sorry I’m late!” Iwa reached for the strand behind his ear as he looked at her tips. To his dismay Oikawa was watching him closely and let out an audible gasp as he averted his gaze from her highlights to the strand between his best friend’s fingers. “You are.. She is.. IWA-CHAN WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” He snapped at that elbowing Oikawa in the stomach. “I DIDN’T KNOW SHITTYKAWA!” He hadn’t looked at her. No, he didn’t want to look at her. To see the disappointment in her as when she finally realized that the one for her was him. To see as she realized that she wouldn’t be getting someone like Oikawa or even Oikawa himself. A hand came to rest on his shoulder turning him around as another one came and grasped the strand behind his ear. “Iwaizumi-san…” There it was, the hesitation. You’re a great guy but. It’s not that I don’t like you but. I’m sorry Iwaizumi but. He was waiting for the words to be outered, for his heart to break once again this time from his own soulmate. They never came though. She flung herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. “How I hoped it was you.”

But I only got half a heart to give to you

And I hope it's enough.

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