#loft antics

[takumifujiwarastan]

dandelions

pairings: teen!satoru gojo x reader genre: fluff warnings: bad grammar and not thoroughly read through, so lmk if there r mistakes :3

based on the song Dandelions by Ruth B

a/n: gojo was voted for the next fic to be written, so here ya go!!

maybe its the way you say my name

"y/n~!" you hear the sing-songy voice of your classmate satoru as he runs up behind you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

maybe its the way you play your game

you laugh at his eagerness, turning your head to meet his crystaline eyes. a tingling sensation fills your body, a warm feeling gracing your cheeks so slightly as you notice how close you are to him. his voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "it seems as though a gift from the heavens has been bestowed upon you..." he says in a playful tone as his hold his arm out in front of you, a can of your favourite drink in his hand.

"and who's that for?" you inquire, a teasing tone in your voice. "you, pretty." he replies slyly, a playful smirk on his face. you feel the warmth increase in your cheeks upon hearing the nickname, your heart swelling at the thoughtful gesture and his casual use of the term of endearment he used. his actions made your eyes shine and heart flutter.

but its so good, ive never known anybody like you

"lets go for a walk or something, im tired~" satoru whines, leaning more and more of his body weight on you in a dramatic fashion. you giggle at his antics, shifting your feet to stabilize yourself to support him as he continued to practically fall on you. by now he was leaning over your smaller frame, and he loops an arm around your waist so you dont fall under him. his eyes locked with yours and his face was just inches away.

his lips curl into a sly smirk as he eyes you over the rims of his circular sunglasses. "y'know, i wouldn't mind staying like this..." he remarks with a teasing tone in his voice. you push him away from you, straightening yourself up before starting to walk ahead of him. "oh, knock it off. c'mon, lets go for a walk then." you say, quickly dismissing his suggestive actions in an annoyed way but your rosy complexion did not aid your argument.

despite only being classmates, good friends even, you wish his actions meant more. that there was real emotion behind the terms of endearment he bestowed upon you. reciprocated feelings behind his soft touches and little gifts. you wanted this relationship to be more.

but its so good, ive never dreamed of nobody like you

he caught up to you was you began to walk, falling in step with you was you walked down a pedestrian path to a nearby park. the afternoon sun was high in the sky, small fluffy clouds dotted the otherwise clear blue sky, and a cool breeze pushed them along in the sea above.

you were sipping on your canned drink as you walked down the path in comfortable silence, listening as the tree's leaves rustled together when their branches were swayed by the wind, as sacadas sang and birds chirped to each other in their leafy lofts.

you disposed of your empty can in the nearby trash can, returning to the path and seeing as the path went further, winding past patches of trees and a wide expanse of field.

"satoru, look!" you called out behind you as you started to run down the path, darting to the wide green that awaited. you hear him call out to you from behind you and his footsteps increasing in pace as he starts to sprint after you.

ive heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

you laugh as you look behind you, seeing the white-haired man hot on your tail and you pick up pace, the green expanse widening in your view as you approached it faster.

the path now turns at this point to continue along a row of houses and trees, but you stray off and run into the field, where thousands and thousands of yellow and white flowers dot the vast and endless green. by now satoru has caught up to you, tapping you on the shoulder as he runs past you and further into the field. you laugh and run after him.

and im pretty sure that you are that love of mine

he slows to a stop, leaning down and picking something up but you cant quite see what it is. panting, you catch up to him, tapping him on the shoulder as he did to you, your head tilting slightly in confusion. he turns around tentatively, revealing a full, white dandelion. he extends his arm out, presenting the flower to you like a proud third-grader. you chuckle as he does this, meeting his eyes as if to ask what his intentions were.

"make a wish, y/n." he says, gesturing to the dandelion, a soft tone in his voice as he waits for your response. you giggle softly, leaning towards it and closing your eyes, going through with this childish act. in your mind, these words echo around...

"i wish, satoru... that you'd love me the same."

im in a field of dandelions

you open your eyes, exhaling and blowing air toward the flower, the seeds beginning to waver and detatch from their stem, spreading into the air as the breeze carries them into the sky.

"whatcha wish for~?" satoru asks in a playful slyness. "not telling~" you respond in the same tone. "your turn now!" you say eagerly, leaning down and plucking a tall stem of the fluffy flower wand.

wishing on every one that you'd be mine

you carefully lean back up, flower in hand, turning to face satoru again, when you feel a pair of lips on yours, and a hand softly cupping the side of your face. you freeze in place, stunned, your heart bursting as you slowly melt into his touch.

he pulls back, clasps your hand with the flower between his. "i wish, y/n. you'd love me the same." he says softly, then blowing onto the fluffy flower, its seeds floating through the air and mingling in the sky with the ones from before.

you look at him, stunned, as he watches the pieces of the wishing flower drift away into the bright sky. he turns back to you, his eyes locking with yours.

i see forever in your eyes

he smiles, his thumb softly brushing over your cheekbone as his eyes stay locked on yours. "i hope my wish comes true" he breathes out, before slowly reconnecting his lips with yours again. this time its slower, more sure. you melt into his touch, your heart swells and your cheeks warm up.

he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours as he stares so lovingly into your eyes. "y/n, you have no idea how much i love you." he says breathlessly, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "and how many times ive been wishing you loved me the same-" "i do, satoru." you cut him off, causing him to open his eyes, a slightly surprised look on his features.

"i love you more then you'll ever know."

i feel okay when i see you smile

a bright smile spreads across his lips, his eyes brightening in turn as a breathless laugh falls from his lips. its like all my doubts and inhibitions melted away at his confession, and now just his smile made my heart flutter in turn. "will you let me continue loving you... as my significant other?" he asks, your eyes meeting with his again.

"yes... yes i will, satoru gojo." you breathe out, a smile spreading across your features as you look up at him, and he kisses you again. you spend the afternoon in each others arms, in the field of dandelions.

a/n: gAH HOW'D I DO?!?? NEVER WRITTEN FOR GOJO BEFORE!!

requests r open :3

[dellalyra]

a scenario: where tsumikis schoolmate says shes going to have a little brother, and then she hints at the reader and gojo like "those baby clothes are cute" or "that baby is so cute" and gojo and reader are like this😐😐🤔

A/N: this was ADORABLE I just had to write headcanons oh my GOD.

• Tsumiki comes home from school one day and she’s acting… cagey. No cagey isn’t right. She’s being suspicious either way.

• She tells you that she and Megumi are going to stay at Aunty Koko’s this Saturday night, and you don’t remember planning a sleepover for them? Did you forget?

• She ensures you that you didn’t, she just wants to and then she’s telling Gojo that he should take you to dinner on Saturday night. He blinks owlishly and glances at you, to which you shrug – you’ve no idea where this weird behaviour is coming from. But she’s 13, and kids that age are weird.

• Satoru does as suggested and you both have a lovely evening and dinner then you return home to be ploughed right into the mattress – the perfect evening.

• Things continue as normal for a few days after that, then Tsumiki is sitting beside you as you both get your nails done and she keeps showing you videos on her phone of sweet babies – tiny little things – even one dressed as a little bear. You giggle and coo at them with her, not even thinking twice about them, little girls love cute things – and what’s cuter than a sweet, pudgy baby?

• A few days later, she dragged a box from the loft and it was full of you and Satoru’s baby photos – a tiny blu-eyed, white haired boy in professional photos and ones of baby you sitting in a field of flowers taken on a film camera by your mom, she keeps handing Satoru the photos of you and you the ones of him.

• She calls you in one day to her room, saying she needs help with her science homework – and shows you a notebook you know isn’t her school one filled with 4x4 boxes she’s drawn out. She explains it’s about genetics and can predict the genes of a baby.

• “So let’s use you and papa as our experiment!”

• She proceeds to explain to you (weren’t you helping her) what you and Satoru’s offspring might look like.

• By now you’re catching on.

• That night you and Satoru are laying in bed, and you fill him in on your theories about her antics lately.

• “So she wants a baby sibling? Isn’t Megs enough for her?” He laughs.

• “No, she wants a real child, not one who acts like a 70-year-old man.”

• “What about you?”

• “Do I want a sibling? No – my brothers enough for me thank you ‘toru.”

• “No, dumbass. Do you want a baby?”

• “With you?”

• “No with Nanamin – yes with me!”

• “You know I do, silly man. I thought we said we’d wait until my IUD was out. I’ve only 2 years left until I get it out. Then we could just, continue as we are and see what happens?”

• “That’s a perfect idea – think we should get some practice in though, so we can get it right.”

• The next incident came when she was watching you get ready one morning, putting on your make up.

• “Mama, where do you keep your pill?”

• “I don’t take the pill, ‘Miki. I have an IUD.”

• “The the inside one, right?” She asks, slightly crestfallen.

• As you were shopping that day, the boys off somewhere – you took Tsumiki to the clothes stores with you. She snuck up to you, and handed you a little bundle of yellow fabric. It was a tiny newborn sized Winnie the Pooh onesie.

• “This might be a bit small for you, ‘Miki.” You joked.

• “Not for me! I just thought I’d show you! Isn’t it adorable?” Then she passes you tiny green socks and a red and white mushroom design sun cap for babies.

• “You trying to tell me something, sweet girl?” You smile at her, one brow raised.

• She blushes, knowing she’s been caught. Her subtle tricks hadn’t been that subtle.

• “Hana in my class, her baby sister was just born and he’s so cute! I was just thinking, that maybe I could have one too?”

• You giggle at her.

• “Is this what’s been going on? The impromptu date night? The videos of babies? The questions about my IUD?”. She nods at you.

• “Would you be happy to wait 2 years? Because we’d love to give you another little sibling – you’re such a good big sister already. I promise we can go shopping in every baby store then, okay?” You say, planting a kiss on her head.

• She seems placated by that, starting to ask you what you’d name them when the time comes.

• Akio really would have loved her.

[quinnmorgendorffer]

the episode “Wilson” is just pure Hilson fodder, I mean:

House singing gay icon George Michael’s hit song “Faith” to wake up Wilson

House obviously being jealous of Wilson having another friend so he keeps insulting him - he’s right, ofc, but still, cool your jets, Dr. Blue Eyes

Wilson basically skipping over to House all giddy because he had a “House moment”

House pretty much negging him through their bet

Wilson doing his best to make sure House doesn’t find out about Cuddy moving in with her boyfriend

House still running to Wilson - mind you this man moving fast is gonna hurt regardless and he’s NOT on narcotics at this point - so he can know his other friend/the patient can be saved

House going with Wilson to help to try to secure the liver - this man normally only cares about the puzzle and then it’s a done deal, but here he is, supporting his friend saving his patient because it’s Wilson’s patient

“If you die, I’m alone.” I mean WHAT THE FUCK

Despite telling Wilson he won’t go to the surgery, HE SHOWS UP 

He’s there when Wilson wakes up from the surgery!

There’s a montage of them laughing together and having a great time while he’s recovering

House just sitting there while Wilson sleeps/rests with his li’l glasses on, reading a case file, the most domestic fucking shit I’ve ever seen

Wilson fucking BUYS A LOFT so Cuddy can’t get it because “Cuddy hurt my friend, she deserves to be punished” like WHAT THE FUCK that is BEYOND friendship, my dude!!!

Btw you know his wife who was the realtor, the one who told House he basically helped break up their marriage??? Do you think Wilson bought the two of them a loft??? Do you think she was just like “Jesus fucking CHRIST Wilson”??? do you think she was thinking “Oh, they’re finally fucking now???”

Like, this is already such a good episode, particularly seeing House’s team’s antics from another POV, but the Hilson is, like, overflowing in the most DELICIOUS way

[aesthetictarlos]

tommy seemed really affected by bobby’s new tradition of the 118 sharing meals together like a family in episode 2.16. so how about a little cooking together fluff? i can so clearly picture tommy standing behind buck and hooking his chin over buck’s shoulder to see what he’s working on, etc. 🥰

There are two of my bucktommy head canons in this prompt so here we go ❤️

The first thing Tommy notices as he steps into Buck's loft after a grueling shift, is the delicious smell that fills the air. The second one, is Buck's soft voice as he hums to a new song that he's obsessed with.

A smile spreads on his face instantly, and he toes off the shoes next to Buck's before he pads into the kitchen. "Hey, baby," he greets, circling his arms around Buck's waist to hold him from behind and breathe him in. "I missed you today. Shift was boring, which means my co-workers had the time of their life teasing the shit out of me."

"Hey," Buck whispers, giggling happily. "I can't believe they haven't gotten tired of teasing you yet. Are they still calling me your pretty boy?"

"Yeah," Tommy huffs, burying his nose in the short hair at Buck's neck. "Anyway, the smell is delicious here. What are you making?" He asks, perching his chin on Buck's shoulder to peek at the stove.

"Shrimp linguine," Buck says and Tommy presses a soft kiss to his pulse point, melting against him.

"You're— you're cooking an Italian recipe? For me?"

"Yeah, you told me you love Italian cuisine since your grandmother used to cook Italian recipes for you so I— Uh, kind of spent the whole afternoon on Google to try and find something that seemed easy enough," Buck says, blushing as he smiles almost shyly.

"That's— That's so sweet of you, Evan," Tommy replies, his voice trembling a bit. "It's the nicest thing someone has ever done for me. You're amazing."

"Mh, what if I mess things up and the pasta is inedible? Will you still think I'm amazing?" Buck teases, stirring the sauce.

Tommy rolls his eyes at his antics, kissing his pulse point again as he tightens the hold around him. "Yeah, but I'll make you pay for take-out," he quips, and then they're laughing together, Buck leaning back into his chest before he turns his head to kiss him on the lips.

"So, are you going to help me or are you just going to hold me like a koala until the pasta is ready?"

Tommy chuckles, poking him in the ribs. "Tell me what to do, Chef."

[seat-safety-switch]

Couple years ago I fell in with this weird art crowd. It wasn't entirely my fault, but rather my rip-roaring need to be loved and the fact that none of them had paid enough attention in math class to count how many more Zima I was sneaking from the gallery openings than I was formally allocated.

One of the big names was Teoric (not a typo, but we assumed it must originally have been one.) I fucking hated him and his holier-than-thou attitude. His thing was genocide. Not committing it, though I'm sure he would have been open to doing so, but documenting it in his art. Cruise control for shocking the common gallery-viewers. He wasn't even polite about it. Interpretive Dance Anne said that she had dibs on the Armenian Genocide, and Teoric swooped right in there with a mixed media collage moistened with his own tears.

Remember, I wanted to be loved. Pretty much everyone was done with his non-stop antics. So I volunteered to smooth things over. Teoric live-work-lived in a disused furniture factory that had been converted into artist lofts. They didn't believe in locks, and conveniently for me, I didn't believe in them either. I went over to Teoric's office, and sat down in a chair next to his working area. He immediately exploded with rage.

"You fucking bourgeois simpleton," he shrieked. "That is not a chair - that is a transformation of Ikea commodity furniture to honour the victims of Hrothgar the Terrible's mass execution in 673!"

At once, I saw an opportunity here. "You know, Teo" - he hated being called that - "a lot of new genocides happen every day. You could be the first artist to document them in history."

As I watched his plane depart from the pre-9/11 departures lounge (more ashtrays than now,) I had one thought on my mind. Well, two. I didn't know where Tajikistan actually was, and I hope whoever's credit card that was got some good karma for their contributions to local art.

When I got back, Interpretive Dance Anne had already moved into the now-vacant studio. She was overjoyed that I had managed to remove the thorn in her side, and offered to put a good word in for me with Obvious Dance Anne. I felt cheap. What had I done? My guilt grew until one evening, at the Ford dealership that a guerrilla art collective had seized and was now displaying portraits of the owners' family's last moments, I saw Teoric again. Just for an instant, but it was undeniably him. I rose from my chair, scattering the gaggle of local theatre journalists I had been holding court to, and pursued.

My flabby, booze-soaked legs could not catch him that evening, sliding on the rain-slicked dealership lot. The last I saw of Teoric was him climbing into a Chevy HHR and peeling out across the parking lot. Mixed-Media Ernie had seen me run out, and came to put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, assuming that I was about to vomit for a different reason.

"Oh yeah," Ernie said, as I explained the entire situation to him, "he sold out and started working for General Motors. Designs all their cars now."

The SSR too? "Yeah." He had found his muse in war crimes yet again.

[fandomnsfw]

Take Me Dancing -

Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!Reader

(Because my boy can dance 😭...fuck)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Prompt:

Warning: Smut! Stiles got a obsession with asses! Because in my mind he’s an ass man or legs man!

Description: Malia made you buy a dress you aren’t so comfortable in...she’s taking yes as an answer only. Grin and bare it you guess...until you finally got the boy you like to notice you.

ENJOY!!!

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However before you could change Malia bust into your room without so much as a knock, looking you over with a satisfied smile. You shook your head, your eyes widening as she grabbed your arm.

However before you could change Malia bust into your room without so much as a knock, looking you over with a satisfied smile. You shook your head, your eyes widening as she grabbed your arm.

“Nope! I need to change!” You screamed dramatically as she dragged you out your room with ease, god damn werewolf strength, your size clearly didn’t faze the wolfs when they flung you around like you were a size 6.

“Nope you need to get in the nice expensive car Peter bribed my love with.” Malia deadpanned as she opened the passenger door to her car.

“Malia I look like a big red marshmallow!” You screamed childishly as she was wrapping the seatbelt over your body clearly not taking any chances with you running back into your house.

“Stop. You look sexy and if he doesn’t see that, find someone better. I heard that Brett has a thing for curvy girls.” Malia supplied and you rolled your eyes at her words like she was lying through her teeth.

“You mean fat?” You supplied bitterly and she shot you the deadliest glare she could muster, her eyes flashing at you in warning.

“Listen to me now woman you look so fucking good so when we get there you’re going to get a drink, then we’re going to dance and ignore everyone else? Okay?” She demanded as we started pulling up to the loft.

“Fine. I do love dancing… also does Derek know we’re using his loft this time?” You asked with a raised brow as you stared at the glowing light coming from the loft.

“It was his idea since he’s away he said we could use it as long as we cleaned up and replaced whatever gets broken.” Malia shrugged as she turned off the car.

You stepped out of the car, looking down at the red, long sleeved wrap dress that came to the middle of your thighs and your black heels with a sigh before taking a deep breath. You put on your best fake confidence and linked arms with Malia who was in a plain tight black dress.

The second you walked into the loft your eyes widened at the sight of all the bright lights flashing on the make shift dance floor, there was a make shift bar in the corner too making you cheer happily. You dragged Malia to the bar in desperate need of alcohol to loosen you up.

You ordered your favourite drink, taking a few heavy gulps, your throat burning as it went down and you finished the drink and looked at Malia with a wide grin as she laughed at your antics.

“Happiness, ain’t something you sit back and ya wait for.” Selena Gomez’s voice sounded through the speaker and your arm shot in the air happily.

You cheered happily as you dragged Malia to the dance floor swaying your hips as you went, the beat rippling through your body as the body’s mushed together dancing along to the beat.

You and Malia danced closely, resting your hands on each other as you danced, getting lost in the beat. You were enjoying dancing, it had been so long since you felt this free you were shocked when someone started dancing behind you, their hands on your hips but Malia just nodded so you went with it, not looking who is was.

You could feel they were tall, their muscles pressing against your back and your best guess was Brett which made you laugh softly as you danced, he was a friend so you had no problem with it and you were very single. However since you never looked back, scared you’d lose your nerve, you couldn’t confirm it was Brett.

You danced for the rest of the song pressed against Malia and the unknown guy behind you until the DJ announced he’d had a request from someone called Stiles and your eyes widened as Stiles came to the side of you glaring at the guy behind you making Malia chuckle.

“Don’t mind if I steal Y/N do you? Of course not.” Stiles stated sarcastically as he drug you away from, who you now saw was indeed, Brett who looked beyond amused by Stiles as he continued dancing with Malia.

As Jason Derulo’s Take You Dancing came on you raised a brow at Stiles who just shrugged as he took you hand with a suggestive brow wiggle as he did a little bow, making you giggle softly. He suddenly spun you outwards before bringing you back into his chest as started grinding your body together his leg slightly between you leg.

“When did you learn to dance?” You chuckled awkwardly as you felt you face heat up being this close to the man you liked so much.

“Last year when I was living in Washington. I went to a few clubs and I met an older woman who took pity on me. She taught me how to dance telling me it was a waste that I had such a pretty face. She was an old dance teacher.” He huffed shyly into your ear before pulling away at arms length encouraging you to dance for him.

You shook your head at his confidence but for some reason it only seemed to boost your own. Right now the boy of your affections is showing you attention whether it was only for tonight or not, you were going to enjoy it.

“Well you do have a very pretty face.” You agreed casually, a mischievous grin taking over your face.

“So does Brett.” Stiles muttered childishly but you caught it, his words instantly made you feel elated.

“I prefer yours.” You purred in his ear as you rolled your body against his, his hand tightening on your hip as he pulled you closer, his forehead rest against yours.

“Wanna get out of here?” Stiles whispered, his hot breath hitting your lips as he spoke causing your breath to stutter so you gave him a nod letting him know you wanted to.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the loft door not caring who saw which shocked you but what shocked you more is he approached Scott his hand still in yours clearly not ashamed of you which made your eyes widen.

“Scott I’m leaving with Y/N can you get a lift off Lydia?” Stiles shouted from a respectable distance.

“Okay man. Use protection!” Scott shouted with a smirk and you flushed instantly.

“Fuck you Scotty! I know how to wrap up okay!?” Stiles shouted back his tone full of playful hate.

Stiles took out his car keys and dragged you to the elevator in the loft, pressing ground floor and as soon as the door closed you looked up at him and his eyes were flickering so quickly between your lips and eyes you lost track as he started bouncing in his spot like he always did when he was nervous.

“Fuck it.” He whispered before pinning you against the elevator wall his lips on yours, one of his hands cupping your cheek as his other rested on the wall at the side of your head.

He seemed hesitant to deepen the kiss so you ran your tongue along his bottom lip begging for entrance and he let out a husky groan, the sound going straight to your core. His lips were so soft and pliable it made you feel so confident and in control.

The elevator made a small rattle when it reached the bottom floor and you pushed him back, allowing your hands to drift down his abdomen as you pulled away. You walked out of the elevator swaying your hips as you went not stopping, even when your dress rode up your thighs, until you reached the jeep.

Stiles scrambled to unlock the vehicle opening the door for you, and you couldn’t help the smirk on your lips as you noticed his shell shocked expression. He practically ran to the drivers side of the jeep, hopping in the seat before slamming the door, his gaze drifting to you as he turned the keys starting the jeep up surprisingly easily.

“My p-place or yours?” He asked nervously earning a chuckle from you.

“Mine.” You answered easily knowing you didn’t have roommates or parents living with you so you’d be free to do what you wanted without worrying someone would be home soon.

He nodded shakily, his face flushing as he started driving towards your home barely 10 minutes from Derek’s loft. You were starting to lose your nerve as silence of the drive took over you, your anxiety spiking as you glance at Stiles’ jittery fingers drumming on the steering wheel of the jeep.

“If you’ve changed you mind you can just drop me at home and leave Stiles.” You offered softly and he looked at you in panic.

“Do you not wanna do this?” He ask in worry.

“Stiles I want to do this.” You snorted and he nodded suddenly relaxing against his seat as he pulled up outside your apartment block.

“I really wanna do this.” Stiles confirmed, making you smile at him happily.

Stiles got out the vehicle before running around to yours, opening it and holding out his hand for you. You took his offered hand and stepped out of the jeep gracefully. Stiles locked up roscoe with a nod before allowing you to drag him inside the build straight to the elevator.

You got out at the 3rd floor making your way to you apartment pulling Stiles with you, who had yet to say a word. You were nervous but you ignored it in favour for the excited feeling you had for having finally gotten Stiles’ attention. He was always too concerned with Lydia to notice anyone else at least until Malia but when that ended you were to scared to tell him how you felt, scared of rejection from this beautiful man.

You opened your apartment door, letting go of Stiles hand allowing him to come in at his own pace. However the second you closed you door his lips were on your again with more confidence this time, his tongue wrapping around your as he dominated every inch of your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, the sound clearly pleasing him because he let gripped your hair, that was tangled in his longer fingers, tightly.

He pulled away, his lips wet and swollen as he stared down at you with a look you’d never seen on him and you could swear he looked hungry. Your cheeks flushed as his hands tugged at your hair so you were looking up at him, not allowing you to look away from him as he pinned your gaze.

“This dress is sinful Y/N.” Stiles whispered darkly against your lips.

“It’s amazing what makeup and a short dress can do.” You chuckled jokingly but instead of a laugh he frowned softly.

“Let me rephrase that. YOU look sinful in that dress.” Stiles growled uncharacteristically assertive, as he started backing you up towards your bedroom.

“I’m seeing all kind of sides of you tonight Mr Stilinski.” You giggled as you slipped out of your heels once you’d reached your room.

“You have no idea baby.” Stiles growled playfully as he grabbed your ass, squeezing both globes with his hands earning a gasp from you.

“Then educate me Mr Stilinski.” You moaned softly, grinding against him teasingly.

“Hands and knee’s baby.” Stiles instructed with a smirk and you raised your brow challengingly before doing what he asked, crawling onto your bed before looking back at him over your shoulder.

“Good girl.” Stiles praised as he got onto the bed behind you, his hands sliding up your bare legs as he went until he got to the hem of your dress. He paused for a few seconds however before you could check on him a hand came straight down onto your thinly covered ass cheek making you jump slightly at the confidence Stiles wash clearly holding right now.

“Fuck you feel so good…” Stiles groaned as he clutched your hips, grinding his jean covered cock against your ass. You felt like he had all the control which was making you uneasy so you pushed back grinding your ass against him teasingly.

“You gonna fuck me or should I kick you out and do it myself?” You said with fake confidence as you looked back at him in a challenging way and his eyes darkened as they narrowed at you.

“Well I was gonna be nice and take my time but clearly you’re too impatient, huh baby?” Stiles taunted seductively, his hands tugging your dress over your ass exposing the thong you had on and all you could do was moan in response.

His hand came down onto your lace covered ass earning a louder groan of pleasure from you, pushing your ass against him once again. He moved back a little on the bed making you look over your shoulder to see his stripping off his t-shirt leaving you to stare at him and you wouldn’t be surprised if you were drooling as your eyes flickered up and down his body.

“Fuck…” You moaned as he started pulling his cock out of his jeans.

“I intend to kitten.” Stiles chuckled darkly, a smirk taking over his face as he took out a condom from his back pocket.

He tore the packet open with his teeth before slipping the condom onto his rock hard length with slow movements clearly knowing him touching himself was effecting you. He suddenly pulled down your lace panties down your thighs and instead of his cock his tongue was on you in seconds.

“Sh-Shit! S-Stiles!” You moaned as his tongue pushed into your wet entrance.

“Mmm you taste good baby.” Stiles groaned against your fold earning another moan from you.

Your breathing was beginning to quicken as as tried to resist pushing your pussy against his face. Your hands gripped the cover as below you your moans growing louder the more the coil in your stomach built up. stomach started building with every lick and nibble.

“One of these days I’m gonna have to have you sit on my face and ride my tongue.” Stiles teased as he pulled away as you were about to cum.

You wanted to complain about him pulling away but his words stopped you. That meant he wanted this to happen again and the thought of that turned you on even more especially when the imagine of sitting on Stiles face popped into your head.

“P-Please…” You pleaded breathlessly.

“Please what baby?” Stiles taunted as his right hand slid down your spine, pushing your head into the bed roughly.

“Please fuck my pussy Stiles…I need your cock.” You moaned desperately against the covers beneath your face.

“Such a good girl for asking no nicely.” Stiles praised into you ear before pulling away.

You felt the tip of his cock brush against your entrance and before he could slowly enter you you pushed back onto him, taking his full length the stretch leaving a burn but you reviled in it. You heard Stiles curse behind you so you looked behind you to see his eyes closed in ecstasy and the sight made you clench around his member.

“Well here’s me thinking you were a good girl…looks like I’ll have to punish you.” Stile growled as he bent over you body, his lips brushing against your ear as his cock pushed into you as deep as he could go.

“Bad girl.” Stiles whispered and if that wasn’t the dirtiest two words you’d ever heard in your life you didn’t now what was.

It effected you that much you came around his cock and he lost it, pounding into you so suddenly you let out a scream from the over sensitivity but he kept mercilessly fucking into you. His cock was bigger than the very little amount you’d seen and it made you feel full to the brim. He pulled back again too watch you fall apart beneath him.

His thrust started getting more frantic as you felt him sweep up bigger inside of you, knowing he was close you started pushing back against his cock meeting his thrusts, your ass bouncing off his hips. His eyes never left your ass, almost like he was mesmerised but what shocked you more was when he stopped thrusting to watch you continue you fast harsh bouncing on your ass.

“Fuck…your ass looks so good…that’s it baby finish me off…maybe I’ll let you cum again.” He moaned huskily, his eyes never leaving your ass.

You moaned at his words but started practically twerking on his dick like you were a needy porn star and Stiles couldn’t get enough of it. You felt yourself building for the second time but you held back until you finish Stiles.

His moans and grunts of pleasure filled your dark bedroom as you worked to finish him off. This was the hottest sex you’d had and honestly even if this ended up casual you thought maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Hey eyes on me kitten. I’m close…” He groaned demanding my and you obliged happily your y/e/c eyes boring into his amber ones.

“Cum for me Stiles…” You moaned dirtily as you sped up you hips, your eyes never leaving his as you did and then he threw his head back and let out the sexiest moan that sounded almost like a growl.

“F-Fuck.” He stuttered as he thrust into you desperately a few more times before coming to a stop.

When he started pulling out you figured that was it but suddenly he rolled you over and started eating your pussy like it was his favourite snack. Spreading your lips, he licked and sucked at your clit, making your legs shake as you came closer to your end.

Two of his fingers were thrust inside of you before you could even comprehend what was happening, curling up to press against that special spot. Your toes scrunched up and he starting moving his finger across that spot as he tongue sucked on your clit and you came with the loudest noise you ever made as you felt liquid literally gush out of you.

“Stiles! Fuck I’m still cumming!” You cried out as he continued thrusting and sucking.

“Shit…I was gonna finish you off and then cuddle but now I’m thinking I wanna do that again as you finally stopped cumming.

“Y-You’re gonna have t-to give me a minute Stiles.” You stuttered as you tried to stop you body twitching.

“Fuck I’ve n-never cum that hard in my life.” You whimpered your mind drifting.

“Baby you didn’t just cum you fucking squirted. I thought that shit only happened in porn. Yeah no can’t wait sorry babe.” Stiles exclaimed darkly as he delved back down and started back up his finger back inside of you rubbing at that spot all over again.

******

After two more times cumming Stiles fucked you again and it must’ve been about three in the morning when you finally both collapsed from exhaustion. He laid next you staring at the ceiling as you did the same, his breathing coming out in puffs of hot air.

“Best…” Stiles huffed out, his heart racing still.

“Sex…” He added his voice rough from the hours you’d spent in your bedroom.

“Ever…” He finished with a satisfied grin and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Yes it was…very surprising considering I’m not a petite red head.” You joked and Stiles didn’t seem to like that because he frowned at you.

“I wanted YOU not HER. Otherwise I’d of shown HER my improved dancing skills however I didn’t I came to YOU. Because watching Bretts hands all over you was torture and if he wasn’t a giant meat head wolf I’d of punched him for touching you— He sat up to look down at you, showing you everything he was saying was the truth and you couldn’t believe what was happening…Stiles…the man you have wanted for so long…is confessing to you.

—I’ve liked you for a long time Y/N and I never made a move because I figured someone so sexy and full of sass would want someone like Derek Hale or Brett Talbot…a manly big man who can sling you around…not some skinny hyperactive boy that has little experience with girls and even less with women.” He stated seriously and you sat up to look him in the eyes.

“I like you too…I have for a while tonight was about either getting your attention or moving on for good…” You replied softly and his eyes widened.

“You had my attention already…I wish I’d said something sooner…” He whispered sadly and you shook your head.

“This was the perfect moment. We both felt ready enough to make those moves and we finally pulled our fingers out…well you did.” You jokes at the end and he started laughing as he pulled you into a kiss.

“You know people are gonna call you names if you’re seen with me…I’m a big girl Stiles…” You stated sadly as he pulled away.

“No you’re perfect. Plus real men like a little cushion for the pushing baby. Ask Hale he’s always staring at your ass, fucking just as creepy as his uncle sometimes.” Stiles snorted as his eyes narrowed at the mention of Derek.

“One, cushion for the pushing really? That saying is outdated and some people take offence and two, Derek? Really? Hmm strange I never noticed.” You mumbled sceptically.

“Yeah well if he does it again I’m gonna rip HIS throat out with MY lovely human teeth.” Stiles grumbled against your neck, nibbling on yours neck as if to prove it somehow and the though made you chuckle.

“So possessive MR Stilinski.” You gasped playfully.

“Damn right. You’re my woman.” Stiles growled before he started sucking on the skin under your ear.

“I like the sound of that…but you know what I like the sound of more?” You moaned softly.

“What’s that baby?” He asked, his voice full of dirty promises.

“The sound of you fucking me.” You purred seductively making Stiles jump into action. This night couldn’t of been more perfect.

[ghostoffuturespast]

Yeah, I like the new update.

Have cheese will travel 🧀 Took these on my PS5.

I was living vicariously through my fellow Rivermancers with all y'all's apartment posts while I was on my writing sabbatical lol. I love seeing everyone else's pics!

Normally, I don't buy the other apartments, because while they're fun, they don't add all that much to the game for me at least. But knew I had to get The Glen one after the update.

This was probably a good 45 minutes of setup. Then there where a lot of antics crawling around on the back of the couch, the TV, railings, lighting fixtures. Tried over by the pool table and in the kitchen, then went back to the couch. Ran up the stairs so many times. Eventually managed to get Grandpa to clip through mid-fall from the loft while crouched.

Lord bless lofted ceilings.

[amostimprobabledream]

Breathe you in like smoke (Dabi x Reader)

Also available on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/56030950

He's doing it again.

You don't look up from your phone as you hear it. A breathy, feminine giggle and footsteps. The smell of perfume hits your nose, and you scrunch it on reflex - it's sweet and tangy at first but fades into something acidic and cloying the longer it lingers. And she's put on way too much. Hastily, realising you're wearing your emotions clearly on your face, you smooth out your expression again even though nobody is looking at you and probably don't give a shit what you're thinking.

Dabi leads the girl, who is drunk and giddy, no doubt she either has no idea who he is and just thinks he's a dangerous-looking bad boy. If only she knew just how bad he actually is, she'd likely run out of the place screaming and speed-dialling the cops with a manicured finger. Her footsteps are clumsy as she totters after him, his own footsteps sure and slow on the rickety stairs that lead up to the loft, a room Dabi unilaterally claimed as his own and nobody had either the energy or balls to protest this decision.

Irritation stirs in the pit of your stomach, despite your best efforts to maintain your air of nonchalance on the outside, like you're doing nothing more noteworthy than catching a bus. Dabi does this from time to time, picks up some random who doesn't know or care to know his identity, luring them back to the base for a quickie before unceremoniously booting them out again. You're convinced he has some form of exhibition kink, because he doesn't care to keep the noise down and neither does whoever he's pounding into the mattress. Spinner has complained more than once, but Dabi’s response is simply that he’s jealous his ugly ass could never.

Well, nobody’s ever called Dabi the epitome of tact.

And here you are, steeped in unrequited lust and a considerable amount of frustration as you have to sit and listen to this rigmarole and wishing, just once, that it was you he was leading upstairs.

You’ve honestly no idea if Dabi had an inkling about how you feel about him. You’re not stupid and know that to wear your interest openly will get you nowhere - he held everyone at arm's length, even his own comrades, and his primary concerns are his own goals. The fact your ears always prick whenever you hear the heavy tread of his boots entering a room, or whenever he rasps out one of his sarcastic jabs in response to the group's antics, or the way your skin tingles if he ever accidentally touches you, shoulder skimming yours when you were hunkered down, waiting in alleyways to pounce on unsuspecting victims to rob or worse, a graze of his fingertips if you occasionally requested he light your cigarette for you. His azure eyes seem to see everything, and yet they look through you in a way that makes you want to weep on your weaker days. You can act as uncaring and indifferent as him outwardly, but on the inside? On the inside, it's like your chest is being squeezed by his apathy. Even the littlest approving glance or backhanded compliment can lift your mood like nothing else, whereas one of his cutting remarks will have you picking over the subject of it for days, wondering if you'd slipped even further down in value in his eyes.

You stand up abruptly, nearly knocking your chair over and catching it just in time.

"I'm going for a smoke." you announce to nobody in particular.

"Have fun!” Twice says, waving at you like you were about to board a train. "Take a flyin' leap!"

You disappear out the door, passing where Kurogiri and Compress are playing some card game. Strictly speaking, you don't need to go outside to smoke, it isn't like anybody in the League cares about breathing in your secondhand smoke, but you prefer the privacy of smoking outside, just you and your cigarette and your simmering thoughts. People (usually Himiko) bugging you to ask questions while you were trying to get your precious nicotine hit makes you quite homicidal.

Given who you were affiliated with, it’s best not to be seen just casually hanging around on the street corner. So, you round the building and climb up the rusty fire escape, taking care to compensate for the missing rungs of the ladder or patches of rust that will scrape your hands. The stink of rotting garbage is fortunately not as bad as it could be, the wind is blowing the smell in the other direction.

The base’s rooftop is nice and quiet, and you pop a cigarette in your mouth and cup your hand around the end of it to light it, the snick-snick of the wheel grazing your thumb sounding loud in the silence. A spark flares to life and you lean into it, pulling in a lungful of smoke with relief. It settles something in you, smooths over your frazzled nerves like a comforting hand stroking your hair.

As you take the cigarette between your index and middle finger, you hear a noise, and your head turns. It came from the window built into the brickwork.

Like someone driving past a car accident, repelled and fascinated at once, you slip closer. You can't stop yourself, it's as instinctive as breathing, and you suck hard on your cigarette as your eyes take in the tableau before you.

The girl Dabi brought in is on his futon on all fours. Her little strapless dress has been shoved up over her hips, the shiny black material reminding you of an oil spill. Her face is splotchy, and her makeup looks like it made its excuses and left some time ago - there isn't much glitter left on her eyelids and her lipstick is blotted on her lower jaw from sloppy kisses. Behind her is Dabi and you stifle a gasp at the sight. Normally you never see him out of that black duster he seems to have glued to his body, but now?

Now, you're treated to a very different sight indeed. He's shirtless and though his lower half is obscured by the girl, you can see enough. It's surprising how broad his shoulders are - a swimmer's built, broad shoulders, toned arms that taper into a small waist. He's more muscular than you were expecting too, you can see the tendons in his arms flex as he wraps a hand around the back of the girl's neck.

"Stay still,” he orders her in a husky voice that has you stiffening on your rooftop perch, crouched there like a gargoyle.

She’s panting with excitement already and you hear the jingle as he loosens his belt – not even bothering to slide his jeans off, just undoing the fly and unbuttoning them.

You lean closer to the glass, eyes glued to Dabi, watching him with the rapt attention of someone observing a tragedy on the news in real time. His torso is a map of scars, velvety under the moody lighting on his room, yet you’re enraptured by the sight of him, drinking in the sight greedily. After all, who knows when you’ll get a chance to see this again?

Envy tugs at you and you moodily inhale on your cigarette. What the fuck has this woman got that you haven’t, anyway? What makes her so special he’s willing to fuck her and not you? Your eyes narrow into an angry squint, though that’s partly to protect them from the veil of smoke.

“This what you want, huh?” he asks mockingly to the girl, giving her ass a sharp slap that makes her jolt, and ridiculously, you copy the action like her shadow.

“Yes, yes…” she pants, rocking her hips back, like she just can’t wait anymore, her body quivering in excitement. “Please, please fuck me…”

He laughs, and fuck it’s hot, so rough and condescending. He grips her hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh where no doubt there’ll be finger-shaped marks by the time morning comes.

“You dirty slut.”

He doesn’t seem like he minds too much though, and after a moment’s adjustment he’s leaning forward and the girl’s body jerks as he sinks his cock into her – you don’t need to be able to see it from where you are, the look on her face tells you everything you need to know. Her glossy lips drop open, and she throws back her head.

“Oh-! Oh, god!”

“Yeah? That feel good?” he growls.

Yes. You mouth in answer, her response coming out garbled. You glance around – ridiculously, because you’re on the roof and it’s not like anybody can see you, not unless they were flying directly overhead and somehow you think a helicopter or a plane have more important matters to bother with – and slowly undo your own jeans.

Fuck, you really thought you had more dignity than this, touching yourself to the sight of Dabi fucking someone into the mattress, panting and needy and frustrated, but you can’t stop yourself. You don’t want to stop.

Your fingers slip past the flimsy cotton barrier of your panties as you shamelessly ogle the scene below – the woman doesn’t seem to be wearing any herself, so Dabi thrusts into her unimpeded, making a growling sound that tends a shiver through your body. If you close your eyes, you might even be able to trick yourself into thinking his raspy instructions are aimed at you;

“That’s it. Fuckin’ take it.” He demands, slapping her ass again. “S’what you’re here for, isn’t it? To be fucked.”

Oh god. You think to yourself – you’ve always had a bit of a thing for voices and Dabi’s, when he bothers to talk, is nice. Raspy with a hint of a growl, and you’ve seen him use it to shut up an entire room of bickering people before.

“My own little fucktoy.” he says, a bite in his words, but the woman doesn’t seem to care, only her own mounting pleasure is important, and you bite the inside of your cheek in an effort to stop yourself from responding verbally to things not aimed at you. If he heard you up here, you’d be utterly mortified.

Yet, the thrill of it, knowing that all he has to do is look up and he’d clearly see you through the skylight, is doing it for you in a way you’ve never experienced before. There’s a power in being an observer somehow, passing judgement while sitting up here, literally above it all. By now your fingers are soaked, and you’re going to have to sneak back to your own room and find some drier underwear to replace these, but right now it feels so good, such a release, that you don’t care. You don’t care about anything except chasing your own high, pulsing heat building in your core as you sink your fingers in deep, shamelessly using your own teammate as visual and audio aid. Your breathing falls in sync with their panting, fogging up the glass.

Hey, if he didn’t want you using his one-night stand to get yourself off, maybe he should keep his voice down and close the fucking blinds in future.

Dabi's really going at it now, grunting with the effort, plowing into her from behind. The dim lighting plays across his muscles and you're tracing each ridge with your eyes, like you're trying to make a mental map of them. The girl beneath him is moaning away like a pornstar, but Dabi seems disconnected from her, his teeth gritted, one hand gripping the back of her neck to hold her in place.

Your hands shake as you thrust your fingers deeper inside yourself, a whimper muffled behind your teeth that sinks into your bottom lip. Your knees are cramping from your crouched position and there’s a cold breeze whipping up between the alleyway below, creating an impromptu wind tunnel, yet all these unpleasant sensations around you, it only heightens the pleasure building in your cunt, heat sending you breathless.

“Oh god, yes, like that!” the woman wails, throwing her head back, and Dabi growls at her to shut up, even though there’s nothing about his tone or actions that imply he mean it.

She’s making such a racket that you can’t help it – when he pushes her head down so she’s practically kissing the mattress, grabbing her hip and lifting them up so he can plunge even deeper into her, you let out a gasp of your own.

“Oh, fuck yes-!”

And then he snaps his head up and locks eyes directly with you.

You can’t even squeak and pull away – his gaze pins you to the spot. Did he know you were there all along? Prickling shame races up and down your limbs, like you’re being jabbed with a cold needle all over.

Oh my god. You think helplessly, heat scorching your cheeks. He is NEVER going to let you live this down, is he?

But then he grins, wide and sharp, and he starts going even faster, hips snapping against the girl’s in a rough, mercilessly rhythm that rachets up her moaning louder and louder, the lewd smack of skin on skin audible beneath it. And all the while Dabi is watching your dumbstruck expression with a savage smile, knowing you’re unable to pull yourself away. Not until he’s done with the both of you.

She cries out in throes of ecstasy, but you can’t move, can’t bring yourself to keep going now you’ve been caught, even if your bottom half isn’t visible through the skylight – he knows what you were just doing and he’s certainly know if you started up again. Instead, you just sit there dumbly, mouth hanging open as you watch him fuck her to orgasm, her body jerking like a marionette with its strings cut. Dabi puts on a show of his own when he comes, clutching the woman’s hips like his own personal stress toy, throwing back his head and arching his back, all sinuous, writhing muscles.

And all the while he watches you from slitted blue eyes, revelling in the flustered, astonished expression on your face. It’s a good look for you, he decides.

When he’s spent, the woman collapses onto her side, panting, and Dabi tucks himself matter-of-factly back into his jeans without an ounce of self-consciousness to be seen.

“We’re done here. Get out.” He orders her in a toneless voice. Talk about wham, bam, but no thank-you ma'am to go with it.

She turns her head to look at him, astonishment and a smidge of indignation writ large on her face.

“What? Seriously? But how am I meant to- “

“I don’t give a shit. Go.”

He stares her down, all insolence, looking at her like she’s nothing, a bug under his shoe. Quite the contrast for someone who was bottoming out inside her but a few moments ago, and you wince slightly at his coldness, despite yourself. The woman backs down immediately, tugging her dress back down and scrambling awkwardly off the futon. Dabi doesn’t even deign to turn his head to watch her go, merely tracking her out of the corner of his eyes as she stuff her feet into her high heels (which she looks like she’s regretting now), and she’s gone in the blink of an eye, leaving only a lingering silence and tang of her sickeningly-sweet perfume.

Dabi tilts his head back lazily.

“Having fun up there?” he calls up to you, amusement lacing his words, like it’s all a private joke only he is in on, a smirk widening his scarred mouth. “Fuckin’ pervert.”

“I didn’t- didn’t mean to- “you begin, hearing how defensive and ridiculous you sound – you were literally caught right in the act, yet some remaining shreds of self-preservation insist in the falsehood anyway. And it is true that all you wanted to do was have a smoke in peace, at first.

Your words sputter and die an early death when Dabi cuts you off, a command that you have no choice but to obey, his finger curling in a beckon and his cerulean eyes gleaming with promise.

“You like to watch so much? Then come down here and I’ll give you a real show.”

[heyidkyay]

And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Five

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way? 

Authors Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE. THEY MEET. AH IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY. But I have just finished writing part 6! So I figured why not post 5? SO here it is, hope you enjoy? X

>Just a note! So there's no confusion, this first section of 5 coincides at the same time as the last part of 4, as in where heading into the studio it was seen from Matty's POV, this starts with Mouse's and then goes onto them actually meeting one another! Okay? ta:)

Warnings: um, moody matty, lil bit of self-consciousness, mentions of scarring

Masterlist

I was running a bit behind schedule. Which wasn't too unusual for me, what with being the single parent to a rambunctious four year old, but this time around I’d somehow managed to allow myself to be waylaid by Adi's antics.

Apparently upon entering the studio this morning, everything had just felt a little 'off'.

And after having announced that, I’d had to sit back and watch on whilst Adi had trudged out of the room in her heavy black boots, only to come back a few moments later with a stub of sage in one hand and a lighter in the other.

Honestly, I was pretty sure that I could still taste the thick plume of smoke that I’d been forced to inhale each time I breathed in, even after having quickly made my escape. But yet it clung to the back of my throat uncomfortably and I couldn't avoid the grimace that wrinkled my face as I tried to rid myself of the sooty tang which coated my tongue.

But that was just Adi, I supposed. And it was one of the many things I loved most about her, how she was so unapologetically herself- even if it meant that I was forced to cough up a lung-full of herbs every once in a while.

See, it was actually Adi’s grandmother that had gotten her into performing all of the rites and cleanses she did so often. The woman was a real spiritualist and had taken Ads in at a very young age, so Adi had practically grown up around it all. She often spoke about how her grandmother had wanted her to follow down the same path and show a deeper interest, but Adi had always been much more fascinated by music, fashion and all things that revolved around tech. 

She was a proper whiz with a computer, but that didn't mean she didn't have an appreciation for her grandmother’s beliefs, nor a knack.

"Are you still coughing up a storm, you drama queen?"

Speak of the devil, and he doth appear, I thought dryly, as Adi reemerged from out of the hazy recording booth. The sage now nowhere to be seen.

I rolled my eyes at her and continued to fiddle with the wires I had wound in my hand.

"I can't fucking stand the stuff, Ads."

Adi merely smirked at me as she bypassed, practically skipping.

"I know, but it's always good to be prepared! Who knows what we'll have to deal with when the infamous diva finally arrives!"

I snorted at Adi's mocking tone and couldn't quite hide the quirk of my lip.

"Fair enough. Just leave that door wide open, will you? And grab the fan while you're at it, as well. Don't need him, and whoever's tagging along, catching on."

I watched Adi laugh in amusement as she wandered over towards the sofa, the sweet sound echoing around the open space.

"On it, Captain!"

The two of us worked quickly after that, whirling around the loft, and one another, in an attempt to get things sorted before our guest's imminent arrival.

It wasn't long before we both recognised the telltale sign of a car pulling up outside though, and upon hearing the engines rumble die out I immediately caught Adi's eye from across the room.

It was a silent challenge and with it there was a frenzied rush to see who could get to the nearest window first. Adi had promptly tossed her notes towards my desk and taken to skidding across the hardwood floors, whilst I had all but thrown myself over the back of the settee.

Adi made it there first, even in her heavy docs, and claimed the windowsill with an unnecessary amount of arrogance. She grinned primly at me as I reluctantly slowed my approach, leaving me to lean in close so that we could both try and get a good look in. 

But from this angle, there was practically no use. I craned my neck as far as my torso would willingly allow me and could only just make out the tail-end of a sleek car parked up on the curb. I assumed that meant Healy had arrived. 

"Can you see anything?" Came Adi's impatient voice, a hushed whisper even though we were three flights up.

"No." I grunted back, "Your fat head's in the way."

Ads scoffed at me and I didn't have to look at her to know that she was now glaring up at me. I grinned.

"My head is perfectly sized, thank you! But seeing as we’re on the topic of abnormalities, you're practically half giraf-”

Adi immediately cut her snide comment short when a loud voice suddenly trumped the usual roaring noise that went hand in hand with the large city that was London.

"Right my!" We heard.

The voice was sharp and irritated, fuelled by an obvious anger, and soon trailed off into a muffled grit. 

Adi's head snapped back to the window at the very sound of it, whilst I couldn't help but question just how exactly she’d managed to contort her body in the way she had, long legs tucked up beside her as she pressed her torso against the glass to listen closer.

The voice rang out again, sharper this time, and my eyes shot down to meet Adi’s own. 

In return, she gifted me a catty side eye- obviously enraptured by the sudden drama that had seemingly been handed to us- and I could do nothing but shrug at her in response, somewhat baffled.

I pulled away slowly when the voices didn't seem ready to rise again, and silently wished that I could've been a fly on the wall during a conversation like that.

Clasping Adi's wrist, I gently tugged her away. "Come on, you best get down there before things go sideways and we end up on the backend of it all."

"Me?!" Adi crowed back, her eyes wide in alarm as she let me drag her back from the windowsill. "Why not you?"

My face scrunched up at the very thought. 

"Ah go on, Ads. Please! You're so good with shit like this, can charm your way out of practically anything."

She narrowed her eyes in response. "I know what you're doing."

I pursed my lips together in an attempt to keep up the innocent act, already feeling a grin cropping up. “Is it working? ‘Cause we both know you’re the sweetest talker around, Wells. Could talk your way out of police custody, you like.”

Adi clucked her tongue but moved to cross the loft. “Yeah, yeah. But we both know you’re just being a coward! What, you really aren't ready to face him yet?”

I was swift to spin around on my heel to hide the truth my expression conveyed, and ignored the question altogether as I headed back towards the booth. I also pretended not to hear the cow’s delighted cackles as she began to descend the staircase.

"Just make sure the camera's are rolling before I get back! And wish me luck!"

"Luck!" I called out loudly over my shoulder before unplugging the fan and then storing it away. She was definitely going to need it. 

I busied myself with the last of my tasks afterwards, an odd feeling of anxiety welling in my chest as I went through the usual motions.

It was strange for me to linger too long on thoughts of nervousness, because I usually had too much going on in other aspects of my life. Making things a little too difficult to concentrate on the many things that could possibly go wrong.

This time around though, we weren’t dealing with the usual up and coming artist, new to the industry and overwhelmingly pleased to be invited on. No, this time we’d practically been fed to the sharks.

Because, of all the possible people, we’d just had to have landed Matty Healy.

I started to question it all again. How exactly I'd gotten myself wrapped up in a mess this big in the first place and only hoped that Adi fared alright with dealing with Healy on her own for a while.

Maybe it had been cowardly of me to send her in first but I really didn’t think I could face him just yet, seeing as it had been me that had set off the pyramid of fireworks that had seemingly burned a hole in his life.

A dull vibration pulsed in my back pocket, breaking me from my train of thought, and I found that I was very much thankful for the sudden distraction it offered.

Messages now Finnleyyy Just got back to the gallery, Teds was fine when I dropped him off! If the show goes on any later feel free to message me and I'll pick him up x

I smiled down at the message. 

At least that was one less thing I had to worry about, Teddy was safe and well, already settled in at the local nursery and in all honesty, I truly didn't know where I'd be without Finn, especially on days like these. 

I was quick to fire back a text full of appreciation before I slipped the phone back into my pocket.

It was just as I had finished clearing up the rest of the studio that I heard a sudden rush of voices trail up the stairwell, and stilled at the very sound.

It was Adi’s voice which carried the furthest and so I ran my teeth along my bottom lip before ultimately deciding that running and hiding was my best bet. So I shot across the loft floor and into the recording booth to stow myself away.

Adi didn’t give me the chance to worry excessively over every little detail that could go wrong as the group of visitors grew marginally closer. So to keep myself busy for a minute or two, or to rather calm my erratic heart, I chose to fiddle with the last of the cameras that had been set up.

I felt, more than heard, the moment they passed the top of the stairwell as the wooden floorboards of the studio tended to creak beneath added weight.

It was pretty much impossible to hear what was being said on the other side of the recording booth though, due to its soundproof walls, but that tiny fact didn’t stop me from practically sealing myself against the door in an attempt to decipher the perfect moment for me to intervene on the situation outside.

For days I’d been practically driving myself stir crazy over all of this, I knew that I just needed to get it over and done with, save myself the stress before I brought another headache on. Because I could do this, he was just some guy. Famous or not.

So with a final albeit shaky breath, I braced myself and opened up the door.

Thankfully, I was almost instantly met by the comforting sound of Adi's voice.

“Ah, there she is! Was wondering when you’d show your mug. Fancy a cuppa, babe? Fixing up a few.”

“Please.” I breathed out a sigh and dragged a hand through my hair as I wandered towards the kitchenette, catching sight of the two bodies currently commandeering our tiny seating area. 

I focused on the man sitting closest and the first thing I noticed about him was the sleek haircut he’d styled, it was clipped closely at the sides but left long on top to keep the thinning hairs going in one direction. He was different from what I’d expected, but not just because he was older, he also wore this brilliant smile when he moved to peer up at me, sincere enough that I felt my doubts ebb as I smiled back, taking in the rest of him and his fine fitting clothes which seemed to suit him well.

I dipped my head in a silent hello before my gaze flickered over towards our remaining guest.

It shouldn’t have felt as shocking as it did to finally set eyes on Matty Healy in person, not after all of the thorough planning I’d put into his very visit. But it was strangely surprising to bare witness to the way his lithe body was currently perched on the edge of our shabby armchair, the very same Adi, Finn and I had dragged back from the secondhand shop further up the main road. It felt wrong almost, having someone so obviously used to a certain luxury sat in the tatty thing.

I pulled my mind away from that last thought and focused on how I couldn't quite seem to tear my eyes away from the way Healy’s frame folded in on itself slightly, legs jutted out wide, elbows pressed against knees, and his chin cocked high. The guy’s overall stance was oddly domineering for someone so wraithlike, with hollowed cheeks and an aristocratic smile. It made him that much harder to read.

Healy’s own eyes were also hidden, so I couldn't make out the line of his gaze. Disguised behind a dark pair of glasses that I could only supposed cost more than what I’d make in two, maybe three months.

The question of what Healy might've first thought upon seeing me and the way I’d drowned myself in the oversized band tee I’d chosen that morning crossed my mind. But I was simply just thankful for the fact that I’d forgotten my knitted cardi somewhere behind me in the recording booth. Silently wishing that I had the balls, as well as the body, to pull off the outfits Adi liked to wear.

"Hiya." I finally greeted them, forcing myself to smile as I extended a polite hand outwards. "It's great to meet you both."

Even with the dark shades on, I easily spotted the way Healy's brows lifted in reply before he- rather reluctantly- clasped his own hand in mine.

I swallowed back the strained smile I wanted to give him in return and focused instead on the shake. Healy’s hands were apt, fingers long and slender, skin much softer than it should’ve been for any musician, and his knuckles prominent but wrist almost dainty. He was a juxtaposition if I’d ever seen one.

He was the first to pull away.

“Likewise.”

My jaw ticked at Healy’s sarky tone but I didn’t let it deter me. Staying professional, I turned to offer the same sentiment to his accomplice. 

“I’m Mouse, by the way. It’s lovely to have you both. Hope you got here okay.”

The other man was much merrier than Healy, practically a total contrast actually, and he showed it in the joyful way he shook my hand, still smiling away.

“You know London traffic.” He replied around a low chuckle and let our hands fall, “Lovely to be here though. I’m Matty’s manager, Jamie.”

I smiled as I nodded in remembrance.

“Got to say, I really love what you two have done with this place. Skylight’s incredible.” Jamie added and I grinned before settling into the adjacent sofa, leaving plenty of space for Adi to take.

“You saw that? But yeah, I honestly think it’s the only reason we were so sold on this particular building- ‘cause the stairs are killer.”

“I can see why! I’m dying to have something like that back at mine, but the conservatory will have to do for now.” Jamie enthused and stood up when Adi strode on over.

Skillfully, the man helped guide the wooden tray Ads had been carrying towards the coffee table and smiled when she thanked him for his efforts, the image of a perfect gentleman.

“Thanks, Ads.” I breathed out in appreciation when the girl handed me my usual milky brew, then took a quick sip.

Someone snorted as I did and my eyes instantly flew over to discover that the sound had been made by Healy, because of course.

He seemed all too amused by something and, from the way his body was still angled towards me, I could only assume that it was down to something I'd done.

I blinked in confusion before I moved to raise my mug high above my head, reading the large, industrialised font that covered the bottom of the cup. Cunt.

The studio was probably the furthest thing from a professional setting, we’d always wanted the entire space to feel comfortable, safe even. But this was supposed to be our big break and so we had been trying to convey it as though it was. But here Adi was dishing out the gag gifts Finn had bestowed upon the loft last Christmas like it was a regular Tuesday.

Still, with a shake of my head, I couldn’t quite bring myself to dim my grudging grin as I shot a narrow eyed glare Adi’s way.

"Ta for that." I voiced with a light chortle and tipped the mug at her in false cheers, before my eyes then flittered over towards Jamie, who had since stifled his own amusement in favour of taking a slow sip of his own brew. And ah, yeah, there was the matching mug.

Healy laughed to himself in the little corner he’d created and I caught the way he subtly surveyed his own cup, out of the corner of my eye, just in case Adi had got him too.

Somehow he’d managed to avoid that particular jest and I knew that the only thing Healy really had to worry about now was if there was a secret dirty message waiting for him once he’d finally polished off his drink.

"What can I say? The mugs, they do not lie." Adi jeered, a mischievous glint in her eye before she turned her head back towards the two visitors. "See you've met our wonderful Mouse then! Ain't she a looker?"

I grimaced away from the hand that reached out to grab at my chin and silently questioned what I'd done to suddenly be on the deserving end of all her taunts.

Jamie laughed at the pair of us, but even with it, I didn't miss Healy's quiet hum or the way he was now seemingly more interested in the contents of his cup than the current conversation.

"Quite. We were actually just talking about you on the way up here, mate." Jamie divulged and I dragged my attention back towards the man, eyebrows lifting.

"Only good things, I hope." I replied, somewhat uncomfortably, but smiling lightly at Jamie before I managed to catch Adi's eye.

Ads simply waved me off. "Of course! They were interested in the show- how it started and what not." She told me and I nodded, mostly to myself as I relaxed further into the settee.

"Oh, well yeah, we've been around a while now."

"Adi mentioned that you were just a kid when you started out, sounds mad putting it like that." Jamie pondered, appearing quite intrigued by the topic. "How did this all come about then?"

Usually, I liked to skirt around this particular subject, wanting to dive straight into the work and forgo most of the small talk, but I caught the way Jamie’s eyes darted around our quaint little studio. He wasn’t just asking for the sake of it.

"If I'm being truly honest, a lot of stuff happened all at once." I revealed with a soft chuckle, but it lacked any of the mirth I was aiming for as I thought back to my second year of university, the year everything had quite literally turned on its head.

"I was in between jobs and my best mate suggested that I take the Twitter account I already had and turn it into something with a bigger presence. At the time, I had nothing left to lose so I just went for it."

At least, that was the shortened version of it. I’d skipped the mental breakdown, the almost losing my flat, and the birth of my child for the sake of not looking like a total psycho.

Jamie looked impressed or, at the very least, understanding as he nodded along to my words.

"Can't say I regret it now though." I had to tack on and smiled before attempting to trail my way onto a more formal topic. "I got your list by the way- what not to ask and all that. Think one of your lot emailed it to me earlier in the week. But I just wanted to let you both know-”

I let my eyes flit over towards Healy for a brief moment before they settled back on Jamie. 

"That you don't have to worry about any of that whilst you're here. We want things to be relaxed, comfortable. I know your team was adamant on everything being a bit more structured, following the lines of an actual interview, but we don't do much of that around here. So I hope you're happy with just having a simple sit down."

"Like this?" Came a reply and I had to pause for a second before realising where the question had come from. Or who, rather.

I settled my mug down on my thigh, loosely supporting it with my hand, and looked over in the direction of Healy.

"A bit, yeah." I confirmed with an incline of my head, "That alright with you?"

The singer was silent for a long second and I couldn't help but take the opportune moment he gave to simply admire the way his fingers had wrapped themselves around his mug, mindlessly tapping away to a hollow tune.

Just when it appeared as though the silence had stretched on a beat too long, and Jamie had begun to shuffle forward ever so slightly in his seat, did Healy finally reply.

"If it's just you, then yes."

I tried not to let the reaction of how I really felt flash across my face then as I stared back at the man opposite. 

From the corner of my eye, I could see the way Adi's lips had pursed unhappily in retort and how Jamie’s expression had hardened into a somewhat steely glare, desperate for Matty to spare a glance his way. Probably to scold him for being so painfully rude. But Healy, to my utter disbelief, kept his head firmly fixed towards me, even as he pushed the dark sunglasses he wore up into his curly hair. 

It almost felt like we were in a stare off with the way I watched him for any tell that would surely give him away, slowly considering the proposition and not caring to cover up the way I could now stare into the other man’s dark brown eyes unabashedly.

From where I was sat, I could only just make out the darkened circles that rested beneath Healy’s pupils, as well as the red line that rimmed them. Their colour was far from unusual, brown, but his were not something you saw very often, they drew you in, kept you trapped. They harboured a multitude of other colours that blended ruthlessly into an array of raw umber.

As magnetising as they may have felt though, I found that I was mostly grateful to see that Healy’s pupils were of a normal size. The only thing I wanted to question were the walls that were so obviously barricaded behind them, giving me absolutely nothing in return.

"Just me?"

Healy simply stared back. 

I couldn’t look Adi’s way when I finally answered the request, simply hoping that she would somehow understand. This felt too much like a test to say anything other than, “Alright. If that’s what you’d prefer.”

I moved to push my mug onto the corner of the coffee table, allowing myself a seconds release from his stare.

“But Adi often controls what goes on behind the scenes when we record, so it’ll be harder without her there, especially with all the cameras.” I explained carefully.

"Look, just hang on a second-" Jamie tried, obviously wanting to defuse the situation, but was ultimately cut off by Healy. It honestly felt as though the man believed neither Jamie nor Adi were a part of the conversation any longer.

"Can you do it?"

His tone was almost challenging, the four words fell from his wicked tongue like a dare.

"Not the type to back down." Was all I could think to retort, my hardened gaze once again zeroed in on Healy's own.

***

The recording booth was smaller than he’d expected. A table sat in the very centre, surrounded by a swarm of cameras and microphones, all of which seemed to be connected to a variety of wires Matty could hardly even bring himself to be cautious of as he stepped past.

The table hosted an array of tech though, from computers and mixing boards to monitors and speakers. None of which Matty was the least bit interested in either.

Three of the four walls were lined with acoustic foam panels, one’s you’d typically find in booths, while the last had been turned into a mural of sorts. 

The mural was dark and edgy, a string of trees sprouted up from the ground and swept across the expanse of it, its branches winding upwards only to entangle in one another. A common field mouse sat crouched in between the trunks of the trees, its big eyes shining as it met Matty’s stare head-on. The walls centre held the name of the radio show and at first glance it looked as though it had been printed on one of those acrylic neon signs, but it was actually just extremely detailed.

Matty had to blink once or twice before he was finally able to look away.

"Who's work?" He found himself asking, filling the silence that had settled upon the closing of the booth's door. He jutted his chin out towards the far wall, sparing the art one last glance before he gave the girl his full focus.

Her eyes flitted up to meet his own before they sailed across to the mural.

"A friend." Was all she replied, but her voice had softened a touch now that it was just the two of them, Matty noted.

She offered nothing more than that and so Matty took it for what it was, nodding his quiet assent.

"Do you have anything in particular you'd like to talk about whilst you're here?" Mouse asked him as she clicked away at the computer, he felt strange using the name, even if it was just in his own head. "We've got a good hour or so before Adi comes snooping."

"I've got a million things I'd like to say," Matty let slip as he trailed on closer to the table, then forced a sardonic smile. "But I'm not particularly in the mood for a good tongue lashing today."

She looked slightly startled by his dry joke and Matty found himself having to hold back a smirk as he rounded the desk, fingertips gliding across the table's smooth surface.

"What about you, then?" He posed, not wanting to stunt their talk just as it had begun. Somewhat intrigued now. "Got anything you'd like to get off your chest for millions of people to hear?"

It was sarky, but when was he not? Though if he was being honest, Matty just found that he wanted to hear the girl talk, because for some reason he enjoyed listening to her. Her gentle accent had obviously been weakened during the time she'd spent in London but Matty enjoyed its easy lilt. It was almost soothing. He wondered where she was from, but didn't ask.

Mouse snorted, shaking her head. "Wouldn't quite say millions, a couple thousand at best."

Matty felt his eyebrows raise as he spared another glance over at her, thinking back to those eyes that had held his so solemnly. "What, even with me here?"

He was teasing, but her eyes widened briefly as though she feared she had offended him, but as mentioned, it was only a brief flicker before a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see how loyal your fans truly are, Healy."

"Guess so." Matty mocked.

***

The show had gotten off to a rocky start. I had been all too aware of the surrounding cameras and the way the menacing rockstar, sat centimetres away from me, liked to keep his stare fixed firmly on me at all times, following my each and every movement.

I couldn't quite help the way I shifted uncomfortably every time I looked up and caught Healy's eye either, or the way I’d chosen to angle my face away from the cameras to avoid looking directly into any lenses.

I was dead crap when it came down to things like this. It all became too much, the pressure to entertain, to pretend that I was fine, that I was comfortable in my own skin, to chat away like there weren't already a thousand eyes studying my every flaw.

Look, give me a microphone and any sodding topic that either pissed me off or positively enthralled me and I'd be happy to rant the ears off of any nutter willing to listen. But in scenarios such as these, I always felt slightly on edge. Teetering on the verge of falling right on over it.

‘Cause I knew what people saw when they looked at me. I was all too familiar with the pitying glance I often got spared, as well as the grimaces people couldn’t seem to hide when they walked by. 

I’d had to deal with it for years. Ever since I was a kid.

And upon hearing that, anyone would probably figure that I might’ve gotten used to all the gawking by now, especially with a toddler constantly keeping me on my toes. But ultimately my son’s presence often appeared to exaggerate the mixed reactions I received.

In truth, I’d never really been given the time to come to terms with the scars that marred my body, my face. The white lines that spoiled the features underneath.

So claiming it to be a rocky start, would only put a dent about the size of a pea into the way I was currently feeling! 

Healy was rather unhelpful too, just as I’d predicted. He seemed to almost get off on watching me writhe under his leer and his answers to the questions or topics brought up were half-hearted at best.

Really, I was beginning to doubt the way in which I’d figured this entire mess would end.

It was only supposed to be a quick and easy chat, the two of us sat there gossiping like old mates, proving to the rest of the world that there really was no animosity or underlying conspiracies to this whole setup. When in actuality, that really wasn't the case.

Time and time again I found myself questioning why exactly Healy had even bothered to come, why he had even agreed to the whole ordeal in the first place. Especially when he was so apathetic with his replies.

"So," I trailed off, somewhat desperate to save what was left of the segment- for my sake at the very least. I didn't even want to think of what sort of issues this would cause for the show. "Music! I mean, from an outsider's point of view, we never really got the whole backstory on how you and the rest of the band really met. I mean, you’ve said you started it in secondary school, but you yourself were kind of pushed into the limelight at a really young age, so how did you and the guys connect?”

Healy tensed at that particular question, his shoulders forming a more rigid line as his gaze flickered away from me for only the briefest of seconds before it returned, but it was enough to alert me to the fact that I was treading into murky waters. I tried to backtrack.

"But in all honesty, what I really want to know about are all the sordid details, life after all that crap, the answers to the things people never think to ask. Like, I've seen pictures of your clearly extensive guitar collection all over your Instagram feed, you must have a favourite!"

Matty's lips curled into something which almost resembled a smile then and it honest to God threw me through a loop. A metaphorical loop, of course, I wasn't quite sure if we could fit any sort of loop-like shape into a space this small.

But I was letting myself get sidetracked and couldn't help but question whether that was the sort of thing Healy typically thrived off of. He’d smiled, and nothing wicked or sarky had tinged it, it’d been a genuine smile. And I had to blink just to make sure my eyes hadn't been playing tricks on me as Healy edged forward in his seat, a coy grin now dancing at the corners of his muted pink lips.

"A favourite? Now that's the question to ask! Honestly? It'll have to be the '63 Jazzmaster I've got. It’s wicked, used by the Ramones on their debut album and then by David Byrne on early Syre demos. So it’s seen quite a bit."

After that, I just sat there. Stunned as Healy continued to rant about this poxy guitar he was so obviously smitten with and couldn't help but be utterly captivated by each and every word that slipped from his mouth.

Apparently all I had ever needed to get past the games and ginormous walls Healy had defensively built around himself was to simply be myself. Ask the questions that maybe only I wanted to know the answers to. 

See, I wasn't the biggest people person but I figured myself to be somewhat of a skilful conversationalist. What with my past, I’d kind of had to force myself to be. But I was glad to have finally been given an in with Healy, no matter how small. It helped the interview pass by a lot easier. 

Although the new spirit Healy adopted after that only seemed to last until nearing the very end of the show. 

In truth, I had all but forgotten about the cameras and microphones set up, the fact that people were still listening in, were watching us converse, whilst I simply lost myself in listening to Healy prattle away. Positively enraptured by the way the musician's mind worked as he explained the complexity of a certain riff he adored, or the time he'd pretended to get off in Madison Square Garden- much to the dismay of his PR Team.

"They went absolutely mental when I first proposed it. I'm telling you! Yapping about time and effort, and it being too much for the younger viewers, then the plans that would have to be put into place- all that merry shite. And I’d just been sitting there in these, these skimpy leather trousers, quietly debating over when, or if I'd ever, get the feeling back in my legs. And don't even get me started on my knob. I mean, it must've shrivelled up and die- hang on, I can say knob, right? On air?"

Looking at him in that moment, forgetting everything I already knew, it was like I was seeing this whole other person. Someone who wasn't so confrontational, so quick to defend, or easy to recoil. 

It was clear, to me at least, that Healy wasn't the image the media painted of him, he was simply human. A troubled man who truly loved music, in every sort of variety, and wanted to vocalise and share that love with everyone else. He was eccentric for sure, but sincere.

I could see that, even if it only felt like I'd only been given the tiniest bit of insight into the person Healy so obviously tried to keep concealed.

It wasn't long later when I startled somewhat upon seeing the flashing red light of one of our cameras go off to my left and immediately, I jolted upright in my seat.

"God- crap!" I blurted out stupidly as I grabbed at the headset that had threatened to fall off my head in my sudden haste. "Hold on. Sorry, got really sidetracked there- one of the camera's is telling me it's on its last legs, so we'd best start wrapping this up."

Healy deflated ever so visibly, shrinking back in his seat as he huffed a soundless chuckle.

"Can't seem to stop me once I get going." Healy widened his eyes to emphasise his point and I observed how he had hastily retreated back into himself to haul his guard up again.

I was quick to shake my head. "No, truthfully I can't remember the last time I just got to sit here and listen. It was nice not having to do all the work for once."

Matty licked at his top lip upon hearing that and rewarded me with another mirthful smirk. I realised I'd properly put my foot in it there, stressing over why I’d even worded it like that. 

Whilst he chuckled to himself at the picture I must’ve made, I decided my best bet was to hurry on and end the show, reciting what needed to be said before I finally signed off, clicking a button.

It was just as the 'ON AIR' sign above the door went off that Adi barged straight through the entrance, gracing us with her wonderful presence. Jamie was just behind her, peeking his head around the doorframe.

"Well I think I can say that that went as well as it could’ve!" He announced, coming to a standstill by Matty as he clapped his client heartily on the back. "Well done, Matt. You as well, Mouse."

"Appreciate it." I smiled up at him before tugging off my headphones and pushing away the mic.

With all four of us now crowded into the makeshift room, the booth suddenly felt a lot smaller than it usually did, and so I tried my best to disguise the way my body immediately reacted to the realisation.

"I'm in dire need of a fag though. Will you be alright tidying up in here, Ads?" I announced as I pulled myself up onto my feet, already beginning to shuffle towards the exit. I picked up the cardigan I'd left on the back of one of the chairs as I went, using it as a shield almost. 

"Yeah, of course. Glasses here wanted to discuss one more thing before they made a move anyway."

I shot an arched brow at the man in question but Jamie waved my curiosity off. "Nothing too detailed. Just some forms that need signing."

I didn't much like the part of the arrangement that came after recording, but with an understanding ‘Ah’, I forced myself to ask, "Erm, don't suppose you need me to stick around for any of that do you?"

"Nah," Jamie laughed lightly, "Go on, you're all good."

I smiled, silently praising the stars above as I nodded once and resumed my exit, tugging the cardi on as I hastily made my way over to the fire escape.

Praying that our luck hadn’t run out just yet, I hoped that no one else was up on the roof waiting for me when I pulled my feet up the rickety metal staircase. It was just about the last thing I needed at that moment.

I already had my lighter in hand by the time I'd made it over to our little makeshift patio we’d created, which consisted of a few wooden pallets and a couple of large cushions that overlooked the neighbouring buildings.

It wasn't much, Islington. It was inner London sure, and had its fair few classier joints to show off, but I much preferred what else it had to offer. Like how the hustle and bustle of the city quietened just as you lost yourself down the backroads. And all the parks that had been scattered in and around the main developments and the dozens and dozens of buildings that were constantly cropping up. How there was a pub on almost every street corner and a Sainsbury's never too far away. I even enjoyed the gentle rattle of the overground, it was all too familiar now. Felt more like home than the Isles ever had.

Looking out across the surrounding rooftops, I wondered again just why my mum had yet to leave our tiny town as I lit a cigarette and lifted the filter to my lips.

The first chance my father ever got he’d gone running for the hills and then me, myself, had upped and left the confines of our small cottage as soon as the offer had presented itself.

It wasn't that the harbour town I'd grown up in had nothing to offer. It had a sense of community, a beautiful shoreline (even in the colder months), and of course, the local rugby team.

But speaking in a manner of careers, well, unless you were breaking out on your own and had the cash to open up a shop on the high-street, then you were probably destined to either work in the local greengrocers, serve behind the village bar, or get a shift down by the docks.

You were lucky if you had a bit more meat on your bones though, because then you also had the added opportunity of getting an offer to start laying bricks for one of the few building companies. Most of which were family based.

We had the main school too which housed both primary and secondary  kids, and the local college was available if you wanted to further your education. But the closest University campus was a good hundred miles away. 

I had applied, but only to lessen the guilt I'd felt towards my mother when I'd started looking for courses available in just about any place apart from home whilst filling out uni apps.

I could still recall the day I’d finally told her I'd be leaving for London. Felt like a lifetime ago now really.

I'd definitely have to call her up again soon, to make sure that she was doing okay, even if it meant that I'd be forced to listen to her rattle on about coming home for Christmas. Again.

I sighed contently to myself and it was just as I flicked away a stump of ash that I heard someone approach.

[captain-hen]

chim & eddie in the background → for anonymous

[Image Description: 3 rectangular gifs of Chimney Han and Eddie Diaz, from season 6, episode 4 of 9-1-1. They are seated at the dining table in the firehouse loft, and the gifs have been zoomed in on the two of them in the background of the scene with Hen and Bobby. Chim has cards laid out in front of him as he plays, and Eddie has a coffee mug. Gif 1: Chim and Eddie nod at each other, laughing briefly at Hen’s antics, and they look down at Chim’s cards. Gif 2: Chim places a card down and Eddie leans in, putting a hand under his chin. Gif 3: Eddie puts up a finger, shaking his head and moves to take one of the cards as Chim watches. /End ID]

[honeeslust]

A Wicked game 10.13

18+ Only

STARRING: Douma

SYNOPSIS: Douma can’t help himself around his bosses sister. Especially since she’s so starved for attention.

TW/KINK: (all mild cause I’m still a baby writer ☺️) Slave training, edging, voyeur, virginity.

🖤 wc 4.5k my longest so far 🥵

It was always sweet talk and dirty little comments from him. He was charming in a completely different way than most men. The allure was …indescribable.

You knew it wasn’t healthy to be so captivated by the way he doted on you. He was possessive and treated you more like a prize to be won. He would handle threats to your safety with a certain ferocious approach that excited you.

He kept you close at all times which meant you were often present for his elegant displays of prowess. It was like he had a talent for exacting such brutal punishment while maintaining his charismatic charm. It was safe to say that maybe you were in awe of him too.

Douma wasn’t entirely annoyed when Muzan had relegated him to being your personal bodyguard. There were far less meaningful ways to spend his time so getting to spend every waking moment with you was a welcome change to his routine.

You knew it was irresponsible, falling for someone whose job it was to protect you? But how could you not? He gave you all the attention you craved thanks to your raging need for validation. Your family was always too busy to notice you, even when you acted out. Sometimes you thought yourself depraved for having the kind of thoughts that you were. If fucking your brother's 2nd in command wouldn’t garner at least some kind of response, you didn't know what would.

The more time you spent with him, the more you realized just how deep his fixation of you really was. The man was completely obsessed with you. The sound of your voice, the way you moved, but most of all it was your innocence. You talked a big game but he saw through all of your bullshit. He knew how badly you were just itching to cut loose from the girl you thought you should be.

Being around you so often meant you got to know him on a whole new level. He was… different. Everything about him drew you in. Especially the part of him that found excitement in the life he lived.

When he insisted it would be better if he utilized the spare bedroom in your loft to better protect you, you happily accepted. Fast forward…

All day you two carried on with your usual antics but only until his attention was averted to the pretty waitress who all but drooled in his lap. You didn’t necessarily get mad, you knew she couldn't help it. What irked you was the way he immediately excused himself from the table muttering something to you about sampling something that wasn't on the menu.

After that, you rode home in silence, pouting and keeping your body facing away from him. He noticed your attitude but was distracted by the shape of your thighs as they puddled against the seat. You tried to distance yourself from the gaze you felt hot on your body but it was too intense to ignore the subtle glances in your direction.

The look in his eye had you squeezing your legs together the entire ride. As soon as he parked you were out the door heading to your room without saying anything else to him.

You were only upset because you allowed yourself to think he only had eyes for you and today was a reminder that that wasn't true.

Later, you found yourself alone in your room trying to forget the image of him fawning over some doe-eyed girl other than you. Dreaming up new images, you slowly caressed your stomach. You thought about the way he would smile at you with those gleaming opal-like eyes. You breathed deeply recalling his signature warm vanilla and cedar scent and imagining the heady aroma filling your every breath as you clung to him. You thought of the way he would touch the back of your arm to gently guide you to the inner sidewalk whenever you walked along the street.

The contact was always so brief but it was enough to leave you so flustered that you'd had to do this. You were on edge and in serious need of release. Your fingers dipped into your waistband and you closed your eyes. You let your thoughts carry you through the same fantasy you'd always play out in your head, stuck on repeat as you chased down your underwhelming but somewhat relieving climax.

What you didn't know was that he could hear everything. He palmed his bulge as it twitched every time he heard you whisper his name. He had done this every night this week and he could hear just how much more desperate you sounded tonight when you climaxed all on your lonesome. But you weren't alone in your lustful misery because as he listened to you make yourself come he all but exploded in his hand, just barely satisfied but no longer feeling like he was wound quite as tight.

After a shower and a little ganja, you still felt pent up.

— A little later you came strutting out of your room wearing the tightest dress you could dig out of your closet. The selection was intentional, you were aiming only for his attention simply because he was so good at giving it.

“Take me out, Douma”

“You ca—” he paused taking in the sight of you standing before him wearing a dress he hadn't ever seen you in.

“You're not going out tonight, there's too much heat right now. You know that.” his eyes lingered over your cleavage just a little before he continued. “ When did you get that?” he said calmly, looking you over before averting his eyes back to his book.

His reaction was expected and you knew if you leaned in a little more, he wouldn't be able to say no. And Douma, well, he chose to let you think you had him wrapped around your finger. It was all a part of his plan. You walked a little closer to where he sat, feeling extra devious given the slickness between your legs from secretly coming to your thoughts about him not 20 minutes ago. — too bad it just wasn't enough. You were practically bursting at the seams aching for the slightest bit of just the right touch.

“ …but I wanna dance. I came and I smoked and now I just wanna dance.” your brow shot up as if you hadn't meant to say all of that out loud.

Douma looked up to see the stern look you were giving him. Instead, he only saw the way your cheeks flushed. you weren’t fooling him. He knew you were likely still dripping from earlier and it made him smile to himself.

He puts the book down and crosses his legs drawing your eyes to his crotch.

“You came. and without me. I’m hurt.” He said feigning hurt feelings.

“Whatever Douma, let’s go.” You popped your hip out and watched the way his eyes cruised the sultry line of your body.

Even if it was just a game, Douma hadn't needed to fake his infatuation with you.

“You know I'll make you stay if you try to leave,” he said, clasping his hands together over his knee like he was having the final say.

As much as you wanted to find out what that meant you stood straighter and cocked your head to the side. “Aww, please,” you said coming around to stand in front of him. “Just one dance.”

He didn't answer you. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the way you bit down on your lip. Was he letting himself be controlled by your charms?

Yes. He was.

That's exactly why you were both now locked in the VIP room.

“Breath bunny, breath” he had to remind you as your body reacted to the dangerous proximity of his. If he stood any closer behind you, he'd surely feel the way you were trembling. The near touch made every fiber of your being scream for him to finally close that distance. How could you breathe when his body was the answer to what kept you up at night squeezing your pillow between your legs wishing it was him?

“You’re just as messed up as I am aren't you” That's what he said to you as he finally slipped a hand in front of your now quaking body. He held you tight against himself and instructed you to watch in the mirror as he absolutely ruined you.

“You just had to let him touch you, didn't you.” Those sweet whispers easily locked you in his spell. Your mouth fell open, exhaling a pathetic “sorry” with a heavy sigh. You met his gaze in the mirror, hoping he would finally read your mind so you wouldn't have to say it out loud. But of course, he was already in your head, Douma knew you more than you realized.

“Why apologize? this is what you wanted right? Me losing my fucking mind over the likes of you. You, who doesn’t even know what it means to be properly fucked stupid.” He taunted you more as you soaked in the torrid scene displayed before you.

“You hate it? Don't you?” His hand was coming so close to touching the very spot that would make you divulge all your dirtiest secrets and more. – never mind the way his brutal honesty had you eating out of the palm of his hands as he read you to the t. “You just hate that you can get your way anytime you want. You hate that no one has claimed you, because they can't ever seem to actually see you, can they?.”

His fingers skimmed over your breast and he circled them over the newly perked bud sheathed by your flimsy dress. The bit hardened under his icy touch making you shudder into him. There was lewd friction from his bulge as you arched your hips against his palm that pressed lightly over your core. “You wanted me to kill him? Didn’t you?”

Your lip trembled fearfully as he peeled back the layers of you. He was blatantly appealing to that side of you that you were so afraid to let loose. His hand crept up over your throat and he applied a little pressure. “Didn't you?”

For all you knew, his voice was laced with a potent demon blood art that forced the truth to fall from your sinful lips. But you both knew better than that now. So it was barely a whisper when you answered him. “Yes.”

Douma laughed. “If you want me to kill for you, all you have to do is ask.” His breath turned icy as he licked along the shell of your ear making you gasp. Douma slipped his hand further between your legs and hovered just over your untouched wetness while he waited for you to finally say it.

Every jagged breath you took made your heart beat faster, there was no way you were about to say it out loud. But his hands were there, so close to giving you the much-needed friction you had yearned for. Inhibitions floated away and your body ignited as you finally uttered the words to him “I want you to kill him….”

Lascivious long fingers teased gently back and forth as you breathed in his heavily intoxicating aroma. “What was that bunny?” Hushfully he whispered finally applying a little pressure to your center drawing a grateful moan out of you. “ Kill my brother Douma.”

The demon's arrogance and blood lust finally played on his face. Bright eyes were now darkly devouring the shameless picture he illustrated.

Wicked greedy fingers slipped under the thin strap of your dress and he tucked the light fabric under your breast. An icy feeling teased over the little button now tucked between his skillful digits. He rolled and tugged them running his nose down your neck and then over your shoulder.

“Was that so hard?” he said pressing a little harder against the heat between your legs. “You’re not as good at pretending as you think you are.” He spoke as his fingers moved in long drawn-out circles. He was drunk with the power he wielded over you. All the times he listened to you make yourself come did not amount to the way you sounded for him now.

You didn't know which would make you come from first. His touch or the way he breathed your name as he started to play with your wantful pussy. So much time you had wasted not wanting to admit the truth. –That you were just as unhinged as everyone around you. Truly a product designed by your environment no matter how much they tried to keep you from it. Douma could see how badly you yearned for the excitement and was happy to finally help you over the edge.

–and here you were, doing just that —happily letting the sinister likes of him drive you wild and crazy like you were nothing more than some desire-starved nympho.

“Will you do it, Douma?”

“I can take care of your brother. You don’t need to worry. But what does that mean for you?”

Your trembling legs were barely keeping you upright as a heavy warmth continued to build. “What do you mean?” you panted curling your leg around his and inching onto your tip toes.

He takes your chin and sharply turns your face to his “You’ll need to be protected of course, I can’t do that unless you’re mine.” your leg locked around his and he nudged your legs wide, bending his knee slightly so your weight could settle onto his thigh. The circles he rubbed over that tender knot started to feel more intense. He didn't need to do much to convince you. You knew you belonged to him from the moment you laid eyes on him.

“Yes.”

“So eager” he teases slipping his fingers under your dress. His icy hand grazed your skin as he bunched the light fabric around your waist. He grasped under your neck and the other closed over your bare virginal pussy. “You know I've heard you every time you called out my name.”

Your cheeks flushed at the notion of him hearing all the ways you pleasured yourself to the thought of him and you shuddered against the chill of his palm pressing into the spongy center just between your hips. “Now… look this way,” he guides your eyes back to the mirror. “ I want to see your face when I make you come.”

“Ahhh” you sighed letting your head drop and drool strung from your lip as you hung on tight to the intense wave that was washing over you. “Ohhh ha ha Fuhhhh” you cried as his digits toyed with you some more. He eyed your reflection as he started to edge your pussy that was now gushing. “Oh bunny, I've barely touched you.” he taunted you. “You’ll need some training if you want to be mine..” he slipped one finger inside just enough to feel just how wet you were and he flashed a wicked grin.

“Mmmmm, it’s gonna to be fun training you… wait until you see all the ways I can break you” He pushed another finger into you and started to work them in and out with ease, setting a crucial pace and making your hips swirl to match the hypnotic movement of his digits inside of you. Your body was ascending again, your walls clenching tight as that heat crept up your spine. Your nails dug into his thighs and you crumbled into him.

Your weight was held upright effortlessly and he hugged you tight and forced your legs back open whispering “Ah Ah Ah, let me get a look at you”

“How does that feel?” He pushed in deep and the wetness overflowed making those sweet squelching sounds he daydreamed about so

much. “ Ahhh, so fucking good” you cried drenching his fingers as you came so hard you felt his breath hitch in his chiseled chest that was pressed into your back.

“You’re so good at giving yourself over to the pleasure, aren't you?”

“Yes”

“You’ve been starving haven't you?”

You arched as your body was set ablaze again. “Yes, ahhhh, fuck yes”

“You need to be mine, don't you?”

“Yes .yes. yesss”

“Well let's go home and get started”

Back at home, he took you to your room and proceeded to strip you out of your clothes. By the time he had you tied to your bed, writhing pathetically under his body as he hovered over you. Your nervous heartbeat was music to his ears.

You were so high off the pleasure he gave that you couldn't believe it was actually happening. — But it was real. He was actually here. Leaning over your body, letting the warm honey puddle over your perked nipple as he reveled in the way you twitched against your restraints. You were foolishly enjoying how he toyed with you.

You wept as he smeared the sticky sap around the bud and meanly he sucked the warm elixir off, tugging at your nipple and making it hurt just enough as he looked you right in the eye. Your body jerked as he released the bead from his mouth and left your skin flushed with color. Your eyes squeezed shut making him pout.

“How am I supposed to know what feels good if you don’t look at me?” Said the fiend in all his devilish charm as he taunted you. “eyes on me. always.” The stern look he imposed made it clear that you were here for his enjoyment. Your neediness was intoxicating to him. And though it didn't quite show at first, it was actually driving him crazy.

The thrill came from knowing you were a willing participant in this erotic torture. He loved how you gave him complete control over your body and he didn't disappoint. He knew exactly how to wield the power you so eagerly handed him.

“I'll give you everything you want if you beg,” he said, trailing his fingers over your hips. His devilish grin was captivating. You loved being nothing more than his plaything .“Please,”

“Be specific bunny, what do you want.”

“I— I don't know. Just don't stop touching me there.”

Douma retracted his hand to grip your trembling jaw, “ that almost sounded like you were telling me.”

“Please,” you breathed, taken by the darkness etched behind those bright shining eyes. “Please, I want you to touch me.” You begged.

He held your face tighter, his eyes widening “That’s it bunny.” He was so ecstatic with the way you let him handle you, so obedient and so…new. His voice faltered, “Good girl.” He said brushing your hair off of your face.

His thumb brushed your lower lip. “Open” he commanded, pressing downward. He slipped between your parted lips and over your tongue. Lazily he swiped down your pallet “suck”. You obeyed, locking your eyes with his while you sucked his thumb.

He pulled the slick appendage from your mouth and traced his sleazy tongue over the pad before he brought it to your now engorged clit. He hadn't made you come again since you left the club. He had only given you a taste of what he could do to you and now, he wanted to see you desperate.

As bad as you wanted every bit of him, you enjoyed the way he took his time. Methodically giving you more and more just to take it away. He was showing you just how polar opposite the roles were from the picture you had painted in your head.

“So far so good bunny,” he panted as he tipped his fingers inside you. “Thank you.” you whispered and his eyes lit up with satisfaction “mmmm,” he groaned like a feral animal. “you learn well”

You moved to his every whim. Sucking harder as he instructed. Bending into any position he puts you into. He’d command your attention whenever the dizzying arousal became too much but still, he persisted.

You struggled against your restraints and the demon soaked up the way your gorgeous features were glistening with your tears. He had a fist full of your hair wrapped tightly around his hand as he forced your head back to look at him. You couldn't help but be bewitched by the colorful hues that gleamed at you with such adoration.

“Please please please, you sobbed to him. “I've been so good, let me cum”

He grabbed your face, his eyes widening “Yeah, that's it. Beg me.” He was so full of himself for driving you to this. “Plead for me like the good little bunny I know you can be.”

“Let me be a good little bunny for you Douma. Please I’ll do anything”

Douma undressed before you. Every tight muscle in his body seemed to flex, especially the one that hung heavy and just slightly to the left between his legs. Your greedy eyes fixated on his endowment and you nervously swallowed as he inched that pretty pulsing cock toward your face.

His vivid opal orbs were daring you to taste his velvety cock. You opened wide and took the heart-shaped tip into your now slutty little mouth. You started moaning around him, moving your head up and down awkwardly struggling to find the right angle around his curved length.

“Bunny—mmmm, pretty as you look teasing me, suck this fucking dick baby, unhhh” He said, thrusting himself between your lips nearly meeting the back of your throat.

He shook, unable to take the way you glared up at him all starry-eyed as his cock gaped at your pretty mouth. You gagged but kept your throat open to take him deeper. He assumed you’d never done this before but your nasty little self had been practicing on bananas for as long as you could remember. Granted none of them were as big as the girth you were taking now.

Nonetheless, he came close to finishing in your mouth as you sucked him deeper, lodging him firmly in your throat while you made hearts for eyes at him.

He pulled out, gasping as he stifled a heavy load that would’ve ruined your pretty face. “Alright fine,” he said, reaching toward the bedpost you were still tied to. “Time for your reward bunny, how do you want it?”

He was actually asking you what you wanted after all of that. Your mind couldn’t process it, you only rubbed your arms trying to regain some of the feeling in them.

You blushed and peeked up at him, his pale face still flushed from how well you’d done with your mouth. “I don’t know, fuck me, however, you want to fuck me, Douma.” You said smiling coyly as you lay back on your pillow.

The always gleeful pitch to his voice was replaced with a smokier sounding one as he assumed his position atop your naked body. The clarity in his glittering eyes left an unexpected warmth settling over you. He didn’t smile at you and take your hand to gently take your innocence. Instead, he forced a soul-snatching kiss upon your lips and cradled you underneath him. You felt it then. He would own you after this and you wanted it too, and desperately.

Just as you felt the friction of him lining himself up against you, you cling to him, ready to be tainted by his darkness. You anticipated the pressure as you felt him tipping into you, right as he was ready to push that pulsing porcelain cock inside you, your phone rang.

Douma reached for the cell and immediately swiped to answer after seeing your brother's name on the screen. He shoved the phone in your hand and your barely focused eyes widened as you saw your brother's contact picture on the screen.

The pressure was heavy as he slipped inside and your fingers clasped over your mouth clamping on down on the illicit squeal Douma's dick was crudely forcing out of you. He smiled watching your wide eyes turn misty. He could hear your brother yelling over the phone for you to tell him what was wrong.

It was pointless to try and form words. Douma watched the way your eyes glittered with fresh tears and your drenched oasis struggled to take all of him at once. No matter, his cocky smile took your breath away as he snatched the phone from your hand to answer your brother's frantic pleas for you to tell him if you were ok. You watched in awe and excitement as Douma held the phone to his ear and continued to fuck your tight little cunt as though he wasn’t about to start a whirlwind of chaos.

“From the sounds of it, it seems like she’s doing just fine if you ask me.” The enchanting demon taunted his boss without so much as a glimmer of restraint and he fucked himself into you making you cry out his name.

“Don’t worry, she’ll call you later, right bunny?” You agreed taking him deeper and soaking the cock that battered your newly ruined pussy.

“I’ll call you later” you moaned as Doama held the phone to your now quivering lip.

He tossed the phone aside and his hips bucked relentlessly.

“I’m impressed little bunny.” He said as his voice finally started to give. Your pussy was milking him perfectly and he was nearing his end. “Keep taking me just like that..” he grasped the fatty flesh around your hips and dove deeper, forcing your legs a little further back so he could feel himself popping your cherry.

Your face scrunched from the sting as he rudely spread you you. Every muscle in your core clenched in on itself. Douma's tight body shook as he pounded a sloppy mess of wetness out of your orgasming pussy. He was feral, jutting his hips into you so hard that the entire bed shook. You both erupted, releasing months’ worth of pent-up frustration. Your mind was numb to anything that wasn’t his dick and how it was unloading all of his thick cum into.

" I'm almost tempted to deprive you of the chance of catching your breath, little bunny. But then again, it's going to be fun building your stamina.”

He presses his body into yours, letting you feel his still engorged prick pressing into your pelvis and he whispers, "I plan on keeping you for a while.” You wanted to respond but the heaviness of your tired eyes was overwhelming, and you passed out, sprawled naked across your bed.

Douma took care of you, cleaning your body and tucking you into your bed comfortably. He lay next to you watching you calmly as your phone erupted with messages and calls for your older brother.

Douma smiled. “Looks like you finally got his attention.”

Heavy influence from Muzan Fangz for this one. See 👉🏾 https://www.tumblr.com/muzansfangs/730816602440892416/from-the-bottom-of-my-heart-thank-you-i-am-so

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Kate Bishop might be most comfortable as a street-level vigilante, but even her small corner of superhero antics doesn't stay entirely isolated from the magic, mysticism, or reality-bending physics of the broader universe. Maybe it's a tussle with a witches' coven in the Bronx that introduces her first-hand to the power of magic — and its unintended side effects.

Let's just say that after a skirmish against the coven and an errant burst of conjuration arcana... there are one to many Kates wandering around New York City.

Back at their loft, Kate and Kate have a bit of downtime to assess the situation and plan their next steps. Maybe having a clone isn't too bad, really. Twice as many capable hands to balance her work as the heir to the Hawkeye mantle.

Or maybe... it's nice to just have a trustworthy confident who knows the innerworkings of Kate's mind. And who shares her body. And who knows all her deepest desires firsthand?

I stand by it: if there's anyone in the MCU who wouldn't think twice about fucking herself... it's our girl Kate Bishop.

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The End is You and I [Taehyung x Reader]

25. A Bad Vibe ✎

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“And of course the boys swept the competition,” y/n explains, falling back on Jiwoo’s couch with a definitive plunk. Bogum, Hana, and Mina are still staring wide eyed at the posh Seoul apartment Jiwoo’s husband to be picked out for them. Jiwoo herself has ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ through her sister’s entire play-by-play but now she circles around the loft to offer drinks to her new guests.

y/n snuggles an obnoxiously tasseled throw pillow to her chest and beckons for Bogum to sit beside her. He grins at her, eager to be near her, and settles obediently beside her. Mostly, y/n is thrilled by his presence but there is still a small part of her heart that twinges. Why couldn’t Tae want her like this? As soon as the intrusive thought rises up, she shoves it back down.

To hell with Tae, she thinks but she knows that hating him isn’t in the cards either. She boxed herself into a paradox trying to keep him in her life without revealing her feelings. They are growing apart but they’ll never leave each other’s lives. She’s stuck in Kim Taehyung limbo.

She shakes her head as if this will remove him from her brain and reaches over to take Bogum’s hand in hers. His palm is warm and she likes the way his long fingers tangle through hers easily as if they are meant to slot together. It’s only been a week but it’s easy to be with him.

y/n doesn’t admit to herself that it’s only been easy because Tae and Bogum have yet to cross paths.

Jiwoo pulls y/n out of her muddled thoughts with a glass of chilled red wine and a warning, “If you spill that on my pillows, the hubs might kill you. He’s already mad that I spent so much money on them!”

“Is he coming tonight?” Mina asks from the kitchen where she’s taken up post assembling a charcuterie board.

Jiwoo sighs, “He said he’d try but knowing his boss, he won’t be home anytime soon.”

“Sucks,” Mina sympathizes. y/n loves Mina. She always seems to know when to keep her comments short and when to pull out the dramatics. Maybe she’s learned this from having to deal with Jin’s antics all this time or maybe she’s always been this way and that’s why they work. Either way, y/n is happy they got together.

“What does he do?” Hana asks politely, her gaze trained on Jiwoo’s mini art collection.

Jiwoo laughs and sips her own wine before answering, “He is a boring, old businessman and he’s my favorite person on the planet!”

“He’s literally the Bruce Wayne of businessmen,” y/n amends, “By day, he is boring. By night, who knows what he’ll do.”

Hana, Bogum, and Mina are intrigued by this mystery man.

“Is he some kind of vigilante?” Bogum asks.

“He’s crazy and he’s rich. He took Jiwoo to Paris on like their third date,” y/n explains.

Jiwoo jokes, “The man basically bought my love!”

Before any of them have time to unpack Jiwoo’s relationship, the door to the loft flings open and the Boy Scouts traipse inside. None of them feels out of place in this apartment which is basically an extension of the Jung household and therefore home to them but they still all stop to greet Jiwoo first.

y/n tries — she really does! — not to notice Tae as he walks through the door but how can she not? She’s been aware of his presence since they met in grade school and it’s not as if she can turn off her Tae Radar with a snap of her fingers. She’s tried.

Instead, she squeezes Bogum’s hand and pulls him to his feet so they can greet the other Boy Scouts together. She starts with Hobi, butting her head against his chest like she used to do when they were little. He laughs, ruffling her hair, and pulls her into a side hug so she doesn’t have to break her tether to Bogum.

“You were amazing up there!” she whispers excitedly, “And I think I overheard a scout with the Korea National Ballet say he was interested in you!”

Namjoon, overhearing this, slings an arm over Hobi’s shoulders and confirms, “Our Hoba was approached by several talent scouts tonight actually!”

y/n doesn’t miss the way that Hobi’s eyes flicker to Yoongi at this announcement nor does she miss the way that Yoongi beelines for the kitchen to pour himself a drink. She bites her lip, already brainstorming how she can course correct this.

“That’s amazing, Hobi!” Bogum says, giving him a congratulatory slap on the shoulder.

“Thanks!” Hobi laughs.

“The rest of you were fantastic too,” y/n says. She gives Jimin a purposeful wink so he knows her comment is very much directed at him. He danced his heart out up there and she knows how important it was for him to win. He blushes and covers his face at her compliment.

The boys all clamor to talk over one another about the competition after that and soon they’ve drifted all around the loft to chat. It isn’t long before their back-up dancers arrive and then several more friends from school and work join the fray as well. y/n is just about to settle back on the couch with Bogum, proud of herself for having successfully avoided Tae, when an all too familiar grip circles her wrist and spins her back around.

They haven’t talked one on one since the night he texted her about her first date with Bogum and she can see the pain in his eyes. It makes her heart leap into her throat and she hopes he can’t read her face as easily as she can read his.

“Do I not get a congratulations from my best friend then?” he asks. Hana swats his arm.

“Don’t be so aggressive, Taebear!” she scolds.

“TAEBEAR!” Jungkook roars from a few feet away and then makes a gagging sound. Tae’s eyes tighten, the only indication he’s embarrassed, but Hana covers her mouth with visible regret that she’s spoken the pet name in firing range of his buddies. y/n would like nothing more than to gag too but she can’t leave Hana to be embarrassed and she immediately diffuses the situation.

Rolling her eyes, she leans up on her tiptoes to wrap her free arm around Tae’s neck, the other still firmly tethered to Bogum, and pulls him close. She means for it only to be a short hug. She means to slap him on the back of the head for being so dramatic but he wraps his arms tightly around her and pulls her other hand free of Bogum.

“I miss you,” he whispers in her ear like the whole party isn’t watching them. Like he hasn’t just yanked her away from her boyfriend who he still hasn’t introduced himself to. Like his girlfriend isn’t right there. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she replies loudly and, though she’d gladly stand there forever with his arms around her and his breath hot on her ear, she is apparently the only one of them with any decency for the people around them, “Congratulations or whatever!”

She turns back to Bogum to find his usually genial expression replaced with stone. She tosses her head, grinning at him, as if to say, ‘get a load of this guy, am I right?’ Thankfully it works. He holds out his hand to her and quickly twines their fingers together again.

“Oh yeah, you’re the L word guy, right?” Tae asks, leaning around y/n to greet Bogum.

Bogum lifts an eyebrow at y/n and she shrugs. The boys shake hands as Bogum agrees, “Yeah! I guess I am! It’s nice to finally meet you. Tae, right?”

Tae clutches at his chest, pretending to be wounded, “She didn’t tell you about me? I’m only her favorite person ever!”

Why is he being so dramatic? y/n would rather bury herself alive than deal with this second hand embarrassment. She scowls at him, hoping it’s enough warning to get him to shut up, but Tae only winks and 

presses on, “it’s kind of weird that you said the L word to her before you ever met her, don’t you think?”

Somewhere further away y/n thinks she hears Jiwoo mutter something about murder.

“You don’t think she’s appealing enough to be loved at first sight?” Bogum counters. A hush falls over the room.

“Of course she is,” Tae agrees. y/n does not like this stand off that’s going down. She looks helplessly to Hana as if this girl can somehow rein in her man but y/n knows better than anyone that Tae can’t be stopped once he gets going. “I just find it suspicious that you would say it to her so quickly. Kind of makes it seem like you have ulterior motives, you know?”

“I can assure you I don’t,” Bogum says evenly. He even manages a smile.

Hana pats Tae’s arm, sensing an opportunity to pull her boyfriend away from a pissing match, and says, “Let’s go get you a glass of wine! We should celebrate what an amazing job you did tonight!”

Everyone in the loft seems to let out a simultaneous breath and the party resumes.

“I think he likes me,” Bogum says, only the slightest hint of sarcasm in his tone. y/n laughs, pulling him after her to Jiwoo’s balcony so they can get some fresh air, and agrees, “Oh, you’re like his favorite person ever, I can tell!”

The music and chatter of the party waft across the balcony when the back door opens. y/n has carefully been studying the city skyline with Bogum but they both look up at the noise. Hana and Tae step through the door waving politely to the couple. y/n waves back, a signal that they can join them, and then quickly turns to Bogum.

“If he goes off again, we’re leaving, okay?”

Bogum tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiles, “It’ll be fine, y/n, he doesn’t bother me.”

They had spent the last fifteen minutes or so talking about her best friend’s bizarre behavior and while y/n was utterly confused by it, Bogum had a feeling he knew exactly why the boy would be reacting that way. Romantically or not, Tae was jealous but Bogum was old enough now not to be fazed by the antics of jealous boys. Who wouldn’t be jealous of the guy who won the heart of a girl like y/n?

“Hi,” Hana chirps, sliding onto one of Jiwoo’s wicker benches. y/n returns her warm smile before pointedly directing her gaze back to the city without a word to Tae. He sits, chagrined, by his girlfriend and for a few beats all four of them are silent.

“I’m sorry,” Tae finally spits out, “I don’t know what came over me in there but whatever it was, it was no reason to talk to you like that. It’s nice to finally meet you, Bogum, I’m Kim Taehyung.”

Bogum nods, accepting the apology easily enough, and sticks out his hand to Tae. They shake like old friends. The conversation is smooth after that but it’s artificial and y/n wonders if she’s the only one who can tell. Hana and Bogum seem immersed enough, relieved that the tense atmosphere has dissipated but when she catches Tae’s eye, she can see.

He’s putting on a show.

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Some more Clark pov (and a peek at the surprise!):

"You're a good man, Lex Luthor. Anyone who actually bothers to get to know you can see that. And, I don't care how long it takes, I will make you see it, too." Unbuckling my seatbelt, I toss him the keys and start to step out of the car, trusting him to follow me instinctively. "But, not today. Today, I have something a lot better planned than trying to convince one of the most stubborn people in the world of their real worth."

He frowns at the dig, but falls into step beside me as we walk through the barn door. At the foot of the stairs, I stop him, pulling him against me, back to chest.

"Trust me?"

He cranes his head back around to give me a put-upon look.

"Clark…"

"Indulge me."

Huffy sigh and an eye roll, as expected.

"I trust you, Clark."

"Good."

I press a quick kiss to his cheek and cover his eyes with one hand, the other dropping to his waist to keep him close. I guide him up the stairs without a stumble and lead him to the center of the loft.

"Clark, what's with the subterfuge? Come on, let me see, already."

There's a lightness to his voice that wasn't there when we left the car. Good. No Debbie Downers allowed. I remove my hand from over his eyes and step back, releasing my hold on him.

He turns slowly, taking in the sight of the rearranged and redecorated loft, a confused, wide-eyed wonder growing on his face.

The Look to the Stars banner I managed to find stashed away in the school's supply closet is stretched across one wall. Glittery streamers and twinkling lights hung from the ceiling, their effect slightly muted by the sunlight streaming in through the window, but still glinting and casting shadows around us. The furniture is all pushed back against the back wall, leaving the majority of the floor bare. I couldn't risk using mom's punch bowl that she uses during the holidays, but there were a few snacks and drinks set up on the coffee table.

"Clark, what - what is all this?"

"Kinda thought it wasn't completely fair that the man who paid for the band didn't get to see them play, y'know?" I speed over to the table and back before he can really register that I even moved, a small remote in my hand. "Prom was great, Dawn's ghostly antics aside, I got to dance with Lana, and it was just like I had spent years dreaming it would be. But, something was missing."

I press a button on the remote, and music rings out from the speakers hidden away in the shadowy corners of the ceiling. Pocketing the remote, I reach out a hand to Lex.

"Can I have this dance?"

Wordlessly, he places his hand in mine, letting me take the lead as I pull him in close. His hands wrap around my shoulders and mine around his waist, and we begin a simple sway to the music, his face tilted up towards mine, eyes bright in the light reflecting around us.

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Back To Krypton - Chapter 38

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“How exactly are you planning on letting me go without letting me go?” Kara asks, already exasperated with her parents’ antics.

Her parents shuffle their feet as they take a tentative step closer to her. Her mother speaks first but her words don't have their usual confident edge to them Kara's always heard. “Maybe you could stay and help as long as possible. You stay and help us build the device to regulate the atmosphere and then you leave. You know when all hell breaks loose, Kara. You know when to leave and we won’t stop you from doing that, but we need you here to help.” She hesitates before continuing. “We just want you with us for as long as we can have you, inah.”

Kara sighs heavily through her nose. Those words strike a chord deep within her. Those words are exactly what she envisioned her parents saying to her on the lonely nights on Earth when she first landed. Even beyond that, she sometimes imagines them saying those things to her, even as recently as a few days ago.

Kara doesn’t want to hear it now though. Now it only serves to push her into an odd state of limbo. She wants to return to her family and get off the planet with the blueprints. She’s not going to be able to process anything she’s been through until she’s in her loft, preferably with Lena, her comfortable mattress and peace.

“That could be really dangerous.” She says instead of outwardly telling her parents that she doesn’t want to spend more time with them – that their very presence is bringing her pain.

“How so? You know we will protect you from the council or anyone else who may wish to use or harm you.” Kara fights the urge to step back as her father moves closer to her still, held back by Alura by their joined hands.

Kara shakes her head. “That’s not it. There are two versions of me in this time, and I can’t meet myself. You can’t work with me on anything and also spend time with the other me. Besides, all the knowledge I have, the answers you want from me, I learned that stuff when I was a little girl. Your daughter, the one from this time, she has your answers too.”

“But you’re our daughter.” Alura’s voice cracks as she says it, her barely concealed emotions making themselves known as she wrestles with herself. “I don’t...we don’t want you to go.”

Kara presses her lips together tightly, sucking them between her teeth and taking a sharp breath before releasing both. “I know and a large part of me wants to stay. To be with you. I can’t do that though. I have to go and protect Earth. That’s my home and I can’t risk losing it to clutch onto one I already lost for the sake of a few extra days or weeks.”

Zor-El’s eyes drop down to his feet, his hair flopping down into his face. “We will not prevent you from leaving. However, we are requesting that you stay at least a few days. Please, give us that, at least.”

Kara doesn’t know how to overcome the overwhelming desire to give in. She can’t overcome it, but she can ensure she plays this right.

“I can do a few days if you bring my friends here or let me go to them. I won’t leave them behind.”

“Kara, your friends are aliens. They won’t be well received here,” Alura argues, her voice gentle.

Kara shakes her head. “They pass for Kryptonians at a glance. As long as they keep their mouths shut, bringing them into the city shouldn’t be an issue. I have spent years trying to capture the beauty of Krypton in my words as I describe it to those who mean the most to me. I would appreciate the opportunity to allow them to see it for themselves.”

That’s all it takes for Alura’s resolve to break, although Zor-El holds out a little longer. “Kara, it’s much too dangerous.”

“We would stay inside and only go out when the streets are congested to mask our movements. We’ll be careful, I promise. Besides, this way, it gives me a chance to see the city again with fresh eyes and you the chance to spend more time with young me when we’re not in the lab.” Kara has her full persuasive face on, her lips puffed up into a cute pout, her eyes shining brightly and her eyebrows pulled together just so, creating the tiniest of crinkles between them.

Once again, Alura and Zor share a silent look in which they engage in an entire conversation without a single word being spoken. It’s impressive really and it makes Kara’s annoyance at not knowing what they’re thinking shrink by a fraction.

Their eyes shift from each other back to Kara and then, Zor’s head tilts in a half-nod, one Kara has missed over the years. It always used to be reserved for when he let her have an extra dessert or when she asked to play with her friends for longer. Now it means so much more but still elicits a feeling of elation within her like no other.

“I believe we can accept that. We would like you to stay for ten more days.”

“I can do three.”

“Seven.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

“Deal.” Kara holds her arm out and waits for her father to outstretch his in return and grasp her forearm but it never comes.

“Six.” He states instead.

Kara lets her hand drop as her eyes roll. “You just said five.”

“You sabotaged a generator in one of the most important buildings on Krypton, maybe the most important one given the state of the planet.” He reminds her. “Six.”

Kara huffs. “Fine, six.”

This time, when she stretches her arm out, it’s clasped by her father’s strong hand, his broad palm stretching around her forearm easily, the warmth something her body remembers even if her mind does not.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement.” He states, his face split into a boyish grin that shows off his youth. Back when Kara was a little girl, she always felt both of her parents were old, as every child does, but seeing them now, she can see how young they really are. Neither has reached their forties and yet their lives will soon be over, the lives they have yet to live wiped from possibility in a moment of upcoming catastrophe.

“So, what now?” Kara asks.

Alura steps forward, batting Zor-El out of the way and pulls Kara into her arms. “I’m so glad you’ve agreed.”

Kara can’t help but sink into the embrace, even after being blindsided and chased across the city by the pair of them.

Zor-El watches the pair closely, a soft warmth filling his chest, but he doesn’t intrude on the moment. Instead, he waits for them to pull back before speaking again. “As much as we trust you, Kara. You have shown that you are willing to do whatever it takes to get the blueprints you desire and I think it’s best we keep hold of those until the six days are over. We will return them to you at the end of the sixth day.”

“No.” Kara shakes her head. “I’m not agreeing to that.”

Both of her parents sigh simultaneously, their patience running dry. “Kara, you’re in a building surrounded by a lot of guards. We can take them by force if we have to. We would rather you hand them over and allow us to spend these next few days together in peace. We want to enjoy our time with you, not spend it at odds. We trust you, but once your friends are involved, people we don’t know, we cannot be sure of anything. This is our failsafe.” Her mother explains. “Please.”

Kara’s fingers twitch against the soft edge of her jacket. Handing over the crystals is the last thing she wants to do, and while they claim to trust her, she trusts them about as far as she can throw them, which under the red sun, Rao, isn’t very far.

She doesn’t exactly have a choice. That much is obvious. “How about you put them in the safe where you keep the family heirlooms? I don’t know the code, but I’ll still know where they are.”

Zor-El’s eyes narrow, trying to decipher if she’s telling the truth about not knowing the code. “I will change the code after they are inside, but I agree to your terms.”

“I really don’t know it. However, if you want to change it, that’s fine by me.” Kara shrugs. She’s telling the truth too; she really doesn’t know the code to the safe. She does know, however, that the safe is transportable. The entire casing of the safe can be pulled out of the wall it’s situated in back at the apartment. All she needs is a key, one she knows her mother keeps locked inside a tiny safe box in her bedside cabinet. If push comes to shove, she can crack the safe box open, get the key and steal the entire safe. It won’t be optimal or graceful, but she can do it.

“Excellent. Now, I think we all need to have a relaxed conversation. Today has been…hectic, for the lack of a better word.” Zor-El says. “I best help the team working on resetting the generator. Perhaps it’s best if your mother takes you back to the accommodation and we come over there tonight, perhaps for dinner.”

Kara shakes her head. “No, come later. Have dinner with your child. She’ll like that.”

Two sets of shoulders droop, a sign that both her parents have realized they have already prioritized something else over their young daughter. “You’re right, Kara. We will have dinner with her and once we’ve put her to bed with a story, we shall head over to you.”

“Good.” Kara hums. “That sounds good.”

Zor-El holds his hand out. “The crystals please.”

With reluctant hands, Kara takes one of the two crystals out of her jacket. They don’t know she’s got two and if everything goes to crap, as it so often does, the idea of having at least something to take home and work with is better than nothing at all.

“Here.”

Her mother reaches out and takes it from her before she can change her mind. She shifts the weight of it in her hands for a few long seconds as she figures out where to put it because she’s got no pockets.

After an awkward moment of silence, Zor-El opens up a pocket in his robe in offering and Alura drops it inside.

“Kara, are you ready to head back to the accommodation?”

“Yes. I believe so.” Pink lips curl up into an excited smile. “I can’t wait to see my family’s faces when I tell them they get to take a look around the city. They’re going to be so happy, especially my niece.”

“Your niece?” Zor-El questions, his eyes widened in shock.

“My sister’s daughter, yes. Her name is Esme. She’s four, nearly five years old, and the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen.” Kara can’t help but beam with pride at the thought of the little girl that is not only the most adorable person on every planet she’s ever visited but also the brightest. Her excitement to learn everything she can about Krypton has been a source of great joy for Kara throughout this mission and she’s not sure she could have gotten through it without that light in her life.

“I look forward to meeting this…Esme, as well as your sister. I assume this is one of your human friends, yes?”

“Her family adopted me when I first got to Earth. Her parents raised me as their own and Alex is my sister, maybe not by blood, but she is undoubtedly my sister.” Kara leaves no room for arguing. “You’ll get to meet Alex tonight. Esme will be in bed by then, but I’m sure you’ll meet her at some point over the next few days anyway.”

Zor-El nods, no smile to give in the face of the fact that he knows next to nothing about his own daughter’s life, even if it is his daughter from the future. “I look forward to it, and I wish to know more about your life on Earth.”

“I cannot share much, Father. I must protect the future. I will tell you what I can in any case. You can be sure of that.” Despite a large part of her telling her it’s a bad idea, her intuition screaming at her not to, she hugs him, wrapping her arms around his middle and setting her head against his shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”

“Until then, inah.”

Alura leads Kara out of the room after that and Kara takes one last look over her shoulder at her father. She gets a good glance at his stormy blue eyes and knows one thing. She can’t trust her parents. It breaks her heart, but she can’t. Her mother hides it better than her father, but now she sees it, she can’t unsee it.

-

Kara waves at the pod as her mother flies off. She keeps her face as neutral as she can as she does so, careful not to show off any of her true feelings until she’s gone.

Only once the pod is little more than the smallest of specks in the distance against the magnificent Kryptonian scenery does she drop the act and let the tension out of her shoulders. Her arms cross over her chest, a layer of protection she feels she needs after the day she’s had.

Her head ducks towards the floor as she takes this moment to recentre herself. A few minutes alone in the cool breeze that’s twisting its way through the open fields is exactly what she needs. Rao’s blessed rays fall upon her, and with the sun’s added weight on her shoulders, some of her worries leave her, lightening her load.

The experience of going to the Temple of Rao and engaging in prayer is something she’s not going to forget in a hurry. She just wishes she had the opportunity to be more present during it. That visit has restored her faith in a way she never thought it could. She never truly stopped believing, but she stopped trusting. Perhaps now she can work to find her trust in Rao again. She’s gotten this far, after all.

“Hey.” A familiar accented lilt calls out.

“Hey,” Kara responds, not turning around. She knows Lena will come to her.

“You changed your clothes.” Lena acknowledges as she slides her palm into Kara’s, their fingers tangling together like it’s second nature. Her head falls to drop onto Kara’s shoulder and her eyes look out onto the view Kara’s still not torn her gaze away from.

Kara leans her head against Lena’s. “It’s a long story.”

“You haven’t had a good day then?”

“Yes and no. Mostly no but there’s progress in the mission, so I suppose it’s not all that bad.” Kara’s voice comes out quiet, barely more than a whisper to get lost in the passing wind.

Lena strains to hear her but doesn’t dare ask her to repeat herself. There’s an air of fragility around her, one she senses the blonde would prefer not to address. “You can tell me about it later. For now, do you want to go for a walk?”

“I would love that.” Kara leans into Lena’s further, fair hair mixing in with dark strands from another universe in a waterfall of entwinement.

“Want to go and get the H’Rakas? I think they’d like to stretch their legs too.”

Kara smiles at that. “That sounds amazing, although I imagine they’d prefer a chance to stretch their wings rather than their legs.”

“Can we do that?”

Kara sighs. “Not really but a walk still sounds incredible.”

“Let’s go get them then.”

Lena leads the way, her hand an anchor for Kara to cling to. She doesn’t press her for information or even ask a single question. Instead, she opts to allow Kara space to process whatever has happened today and leaves room for her to talk about it when she’s ready.

“It’s a wonder we still want to walk after all the walking we’ve done on this mission.” Kara jokes as they approach Bolt and Swoopy, the two H’Rakas seemingly perking up and flapping their wings at them in what Kara refused to believe is anything but excitement. “Hey, guys.”

“We probably want to because of all of the walking we’ve done. After weeks of doing it, it’s a steady constant in our lives and it brings us the feeling of safety.”

“Hmm, I guess so,” Kara answers, her focus no longer on the conversation. It’s now shifted to the excitable dragon-like creatures she definitely counts as her pets at this point. “Hold on. I just want to check something.”

Lena’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion, and she tracks Kara’s movements as she lingers beside a large storage chest in the corner of the stables. Kara wrenches it open with a little difficulty, and Lena has to wonder whether that’s because the hinges are stiff or because Kara is so drained.

“Yes!” Kara cheers to herself when she sees what’s inside. “This is going to be really fun.”

“That scares me, Kara. If you think something is going to be fun, I get the feeling it will be dangerous.”

Kara shrugs. “Only mildly, don’t worry.”

Lena shakes her head, sending her hair flying wildly into the air. “What you say is mildly dangerous is very obviously going to be very dangerous.”

“That’s not true,” Kara says as she pulls out what looks to be some kind of snowboard.

Lena’s hands fall to her hips as she raises a sleek eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Well, kind of. So, we’re going to attach a couple of these babies to the back of the H’Rakas and let them pull us along.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Kara argues.

Lena takes the board out of Kara’s hands. “You can do that. I’ll ride the H’Raka. That way, we can still talk, deal? Wait, how did you know those would be in there?”

“Deal,” Kara says for the second time that day but this time, she doesn’t have to be worried about the consequences. “And I know because, unlike boring humans, Kryptonians like to have fun.”

“I know that to be decidedly untrue but sure, think what you like.”

With careful precision, Kara hooks up a harness to Swoopy with thick leather straps and connects one foot into the board with another strap, leaving the other free to jam into the other foot strap when she’s moving.

In the meantime, Lena checks on Bolt’s injuries from the leopard attack. It’s truly phenomenal how quickly he’s managed to heal from the ordeal. The vast majority of the cuts on his legs and wings have healed and Lena believes he’s recovered to the point where he can be ridden again. However, she decides to bring him along but ride Swoopy instead so he can fully heal with no added strain, even if she weighs nothing compared to the mighty beast.

They connect the H’Rakas together so Bolt doesn’t…bolt.

They set off, Kara directing them towards a field across the way from the accommodation. “So, what are the others up to?” She asks casually, happy to cling to one of the straps so she’s pulled along against the dirt. It’s not fun quite yet, but once they get to the sand of the next field over, it will be.

“I believe they are all just taking the break for what it is – a break. They’re resting and chilling about doing next to nothing. We figured that we might have a lot to do once you got back if you managed to get the blueprints so we wanted to be ready. All of our stuff is packed up. I take it we need to unpack?” She finally asks the question.

“Yes and no,” Kara says, sounding remarkably like her parents.

Lena waits for her to continue upon seeing the rest of the words balancing on the tip of Kara’s tongue.

It takes her a moment to order them, but Kara spills the beans once she does. “No technology can do exactly what we need it to. There is, however, a couple that if we have both sets of blueprints, we can create something that will do the trick.”

“Ok…”

“I have one set.” Kara reaches into her jacket, barely keeping her balance in the process, especially since they switch over onto the sand field right as her hand jams itself into the inner pocket. “Oh, Rao. That was close.” She holds up the crystal for Lena to see.

Lena holds her hand out and waits for Kara to reach up and hand it over. “I’ll keep hold of this one since you’re likely to fall at any moment and break it.”

“I would n—” Kara slips, falling directly onto her face in the sand. “Ow.”

“And there it is.” Lena openly laughs as Kara peels her face out of the sand, spitting a little out of her mouth.

She slows the H’Rakas down until they come to a complete stop so Kara can catch up again. “I meant to do that.”

That only makes Lena laugh harder. “You meant to eat shit in the sand?”

“Yeah, we grow crops in the sand. I was looking for a snack.” Kara tries to keep her lips held in a tight line but the corners quirk up just enough to give her away.

“Come on, get up here. You can attempt to do whatever it is you were trying to do again after we’ve had the chance to catch up.” Lena offers her a hand and thankfully, Kara doesn’t kick up a fuss.

Once Kara is clinging to Lena’s back, she presses her hand over the crystal that is now in Lena’s pocket. “We have to keep that hidden. My parents don’t know I have it.”

“Your parents? Don’t you mean your mom?” Lena turns to look over her shoulder but gives up when she feels the warm press of Kara’s stress-lined forehead press against the back of her neck.

Kara’s arms tighten around Lena’s waist. “Unfortunately not. My mother decided not to take me to my father’s lab to get the blueprints as she had promised. Instead, she took me back to my family’s apartment in Kandor. My father was waiting there. Between them, they decided they want me to stay on Krypton.”

“What?” Lena asks, a raging inferno in her eyes as she forcibly twists her body around into a position that can’t be good for her body.

Kara nods wearily. “Yeah, I know. I basically had a massive fight with them in the apartment before slipping out when they weren’t looking before running through the streets of Kandor to try and beat them to my father’s lab. They sent guards after me so I slipped into a clothing store and traded my dress for these clothes. I also traded my mother’s necklace away, but the guy was nice and gave it back to me.”

“You really traded it away?”

“I didn’t care so much after she was a raging bitch. I am glad I have it back now though. I probably would have regretted it.”

Lena leans back into Kara’s embrace, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being held as the H’Rakas march on around the perimeter of the sandy field. “I think you would have too. I’m glad you still have it.”

“Me too. Anyway, my run through Kandor was helped by the fact that everyone was already heading to the Temple of Rao to pray. I ended up having to go there too but that was the best part of my day. I rejoiced in getting to reconnect with that part of myself.”

“I’m glad you got to then. Will you tell me more about it tonight?”

“Of course.” Kara presses a tender kiss to the side of Lena’s neck, lingering there for a long second to drink in the smell that is unequivocally Lena. “I’ll tell you everything in much more detail later. We’ve just got to keep this short because my parents are coming by later and I’m sure everyone inside wants to know what happened today too.”

Lena presses herself into the exploration of Kara’s lips against her neck. “Good point. Would you rather wait to tell me with everyone else?”

“I’ll finish the short version.”

Lena’s hand comes up to tangle in soft blonde waves and her nails scrape gently against her scalp. “Ok, please continue.”

“I left the temple and got to the labs. I managed to get inside. There’s a bunch of space in the building's ceiling because that’s where the wires and generators are stashed away so they can’t be tampered with. I got up there and tampered with them.”

A chuckle rumbles in Lena’s chest. “Of course you did.”

“I used the distraction to get into the lab without my parents seeing me because they had already gotten there before me. I managed to get two crystals while they thought I only had one. I did try to run but the guards got me. I almost got away though; it was a close one.”

“Better luck next time.”

Kara huffs in Lena’s ear. “If there’s a next time, I’m just going to let them catch me and then ask nicely for the crystals. It was a lot of effort.” She readjusts her grip on Lena, her thumbs resting just beneath her breasts and caressing the skin there, edging higher and higher up. Lena just rolls her eyes at her because it’s a very Kara thing for her to obsess over her boobs even after a massively emotionally and physically challenging day.

“So, what happened when they caught you?”

“My parents want me to help them build a bigger version of my artificial atmosphere project, the one I showed you and Alex back at the other accommodation. They think it could be the answer to saving Krypton.”

“Kara—”

“I know. If it works, it’ll change the timeline and a crap ton of things will be screwed up.”

Lena brings the H’Rakas to a stop as they reach the entrance to the field. “So they’re going to try and keep you here?”

Kara’s head shakes from side to side unsteadily, her conflicting emotions on full display, her guard non-existent with Lena. “No, I agreed to help as long as I get the other crystal and I get to leave in six days.”

“Why six days?”

“That was the shortest time period I could get them to agree to.”

Lena’s face scrunches up before she lets out a long, drawn-out, “ok.”

Kara shrugs. “They want to spend time with me too, apparently. They’re coming by after they put young me to bed. None of this matters though. I know how to get the crystal. It won't be easy but if we work together we can get it. I told them I’m going to use some of my time to show you guys around. I’m actually going to set up for a little heist.”

“Why not wait for the six days to be over?”

“Because I looked into my parents' eyes and didn’t recognize them. Neither of them has any intention of following through on the deal. They will never let me go without a fight.”

Lena nods thoughtfully. “You know them best, Kara. We’re all going to be with you no matter what you decide. If you want to call the mission here, take this one crystal home and hope it’s enough, we can do that. This is all up to you.”

“I’m not going home with a maybe. I’m going home with both information crystals and a guarantee that we can save everyone from Lex. I’ve got a plan, and as far as plans go, I’d say this is a damn good one.” A devilish grin spreads across her face. “Now, I want another go of the sandboard before we head inside. I’m not going to fall this time.”

“I very much doubt that.”

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To Loathe or To Love

You were a teacher at Winsford Highschool, a science teacher to be exact. You were currently walking to a meeting with your fellow teachers and the schools principal, Principal Coulson. You walked through to crowd of high schoolers going to their classes and made your way through the doors and into the meeting room.

"Hey everyone, is Phil here yet?" You said as you sat down next to Ms. Romanoff and Ms. Maximoff, who you knew as Nat and Wanda.

"No Mr. Hard ass isn't here yet so we can relax for a bit before everyone else gets in." Natasha said as she chuckled at her own name for him.

"Shh, Nat don't call him that out loud he might come in and hear you!" Wanda said, urging her friend to be a bit more cautious of her words.

"Relax Wan, we all know he's usually 4 or 5 minutes late for every meeting he hosts." Nat said rolling her eyes and she spun in her chair.

You giggled and rolled your eyes at your friends antics. Natasha could be so silly at times and Wanda was usually the one who played the mother hen of the group. You definitely wouldn't have it any other way though.

"So Nat..how was the date last night?" You asked her, she had told you and Wanda that she was going out on a date with the art teacher, Steve Rogers, and you hadn't heard anything about the date yet. To say you were curious was an understatement.

"Yeah! Tell us what happened!" Wanda said as you and her scooted your chairs closer to her.

"Ok ok, so basically we had dinner at his loft, which was decorated beautifully may I mention, and it was just so romantic. We talked and ate, and then he turned the lights down low and played some music and we danced and then afterwards when he twirled me he-"

"Hey ladies, Phil here yet cause I was wondering if-"

"NO!" You three said at the same time as the redhead went back to her story.

"And then he kissed me." She whispered and giggled.

"Awwwww how romantic." Wanda said.

"I know ... of course Steve was so romantic he's the freaking art teacher. He probably knew how to set up everything perfectly...like art-!" You said, slightly wishing you had someone doing that for you as well.

"Uhm hi, sorry for interrupting whatever is.. going on here but have any of you ladies seen Phil..or Steve for that matter. I have to ask him something." Said the man you loathed most. James Barnes. A nuisance he was, and idiot, and most importantly..an egotistical know it all, except he knew nothing. Stupid man.

"No, Mr. Barnes. We don't know where Steve or Phil are. Do you think we'd be here talking the period away instead going to them if we did?" You said condescendingly to James.

Nat and Wanda exchanged glances and sat down watching all the drama unfold. Unbeknownst to you your two best friends had been shipping you with the English teacher for quite some time.

But alas, Natasha and Wanda being the foreign languages teachers, you never knew their opinion about you and Bucky due to them always whispering it to each other in Russian or sometimes Sokovian.

"Well sorry y/n, I should've known you wouldn't be able to answer such a simple question in a civil manner." He said in a very irritated tone.

"You know what-" you got up from your seat but before you could continue Natasha put her hand on your shoulder, making you sit back down. You sighed and pulled out your phone so you could message Phil to see where he was. You realized you left your phone on do not disturb so you turned it off and saw you had an email from Phil.

"Guys I got an email from Phil, maybe he changed the meeting location..I'm reading it now..."

Your eyes widened in horror as you read through the message.

Attention all students and staff members, due to the health code violation 1019.1001 -asbestos, which was found in the laboratory, we will all be evacuating the building at approximately 9:50 a.m. Should there be any emergency, please contact school administration immediately. All classes are to be cancelled as well as faculty meetings for the rest of the week. Under no circumstances are any staff members allowed to stay within the premise of the school building. All closed doors and windows will be automatically shut down and locked immediately, and will only be reopened with staff keys.

-Sincerely

Mr. Coulson

"Holy shit!" You said as you ran towards the door and tried to open it.

"What's wrong?!" Bucky, Nat and Wanda all said at the same time.

"Oh my god everyone evacuated the school because of some asbestos in the building and now we're stuck in here." You said panicking as you tried to look for another exit in the room.

"WHAT?!" Natasha yelled.

"Oh my god, today was supposed to be the last day until break...we're gonna be stuck in here for a week?!" Wanda said while she shook Natasha's shoulders.

"Wait- wait a minute, why did y/n get the email late and everyone else left already? Even better question..why didn't any of US get the email?!" Bucky yelled.

"I didn't get it late I had my phone on do not disturb so my notifications wouldn't interrupt my lesson. Do you guys have your phone on do not disturb?" You said.

"Shit..I do." Bucky said.

"I do too." Wanda said.

"Same." Said Natasha as she groaned.

"Well...how the hell do we get outta here?" You said, kind of scared you all would be trapped in this goddamn school the entire break.

"I think the better question would be what the hell are we supposed to do while we're in here." Natasha said as she got up and walked further into the room.

"Nat? Where are you going?" Wanda said as she watched her friend walk away.

"The bathroom, I've been needing to pee for a while now and I can't do it during my damn classes so might as well now." She said as she opened the door to the bathroom and walked in.

"I didn't know there was a bathroom in the meeting room.." Wanda said as she opened her bag and pulled a snack out, she offered you and Bucky some..you both quickly denied.

"I'm going to see if there are any vents in this room." Bucky said as he got up and started looking around.

"What the hell do you want with a vent?" You said confused as hell.

Was he moronic?

"I see my theories of you living under a rock are correct. Haven't you ever seen a James Bond movie?" He said as he kept looking around.

"What the fuck does James Band have to do with anything?" You said getting irritated.

"Ok first of all, it's James BOND you abomination to fucking society. Second of all, if you've ever seen any of his movies, which I'm now learning you haven't, you'd know that when he was stuck in a room like we are he found a vent and climbed through it, which then led him to the door."

So he was moronic..

"You dumbass, you think the five by four vents in this room are gonna be big enough for one of us to fit in it? Hell, even I couldn't squeeze through one of those, and I'm the smallest out of all of us here." You said.

"Obviously I'm looking for a bigger one you idiot! Every room in this building is required to have a ventilation system that's at least 64 square inches. At least I think the bathrooms do.." he said as he scratched his head.

"Great..so we'll just go to the bathrooms then and-" You looked around the room and realized just how screwed you and Bucky were.

"Wanda and Nat are in the bathroom.."

"So? What's the big deal..let's the ladies relieve themselves.. Jesus." Bucky said chuckling at the odd amount of worriedness in your statement.

"Oh my god you're stupider than I thought, the email said that if the doors are locked then they lock permanently, which will include bathroom doors." You said, enunciating the last five words in your sentence.

This entire day was just turning out to be a shit show..

"Jesus Christ, now they're stuck in there. You think we can maybe break the lock?" Bucky said, worried that Nat and Wanda may be stuck in there for a whole week. He may not have liked you, because he really loved you, but he didn't want them to be stuck there the entire time.

Your phone started ringing and it was Natasha.

"Yeah yeah, before you say anything I know. You're stuck. We're trying to figure out- well I'm trying to figure out how to get you out of there. Idiot over here is just make dumb suggestions."

Bucky glared out you and you chuckled at the little pout on his face. It was cute..as much as you hated to admit it.

"Alright well, just get us outta here..Wanda's getting anxious without her snacks..and I really don't wanna deal with Wanda when she doesn't have snacks."

"Yeah yeah, don't worry we'll find a way to get you out sooner..or later.." you mumbled the last part of that statement and hung up the phone.

"That's heavy duty metal surrounding the door knob, I don't think so. Besides, we have to find another way to get out of here now..seeing as the whole ventilation thing won't work." You said, answering Bucky's previous questions before Natasha had rung you.

You we're contemplating if you should try and hit the lock with the fire extinguisher that was in the corner of the room.

"What do you mean? I thought we were gonna go to the bathroom and get to the ventilation system."

"Wanda and Nat are in the bathroom idiot. And. It's. Locked. Were you not here for like half of our conversation?"

"There's a men's bathroom too dumbass." He said as if it were obvious

"No there isn't, not in the meeting room anyway. It's just one big ass bathroom for every adult." You said

"That's dumb.." he said slightly annoyed that nothing was going right today.

You groaned and took a seat in one of the chairs, your head in your hands. You heard Bucky sigh and he took a seat next to you as well. You felt a large hand on your back, Bucky's hand, he rubbed your back up and down.

"We won't be here forever you know..it'll be ok." He said with a genuine smile..which quickly turned into a smirk as he said his next sentence.

"Besides, you'll get to be with my handsome face for the rest of the week." He said, laughing as you started to not so playfully smacking his arms.

"Hey..can I ask you something?" Bucky said as he took his hand and gently tilted your chin towards him.

"Yeah.."

"Why don't you like me?"

"Because you don't like me..?" You said confused.

"What-? No, you don't like me." He said.

This entire feud started because of miscommunication didn't it?

"No, you started making snarky comments towards me the first month I started working here."

"Yeah because you were pretty much a jerk to me doll." He said with a pained chuckle.

"What? What do you mean I was a jerk?"

"Well you showed interest in me in the beginning of the month when you worked here, pretty much lead me on, then when I bought you flowers and left em on my desk you threw em out and never even told me why."

"I- you bought me those?!"

"W- yeah, you didn't know?"

"NO! I- I thought they were from Brock.."

"Why would they be from BROCK?!"

"Because he was hitting on me in the staff room..and then told me you didn't like me..." You said, a bit ashamed this got so out of proportion.

"What- doll. God of course I liked you and- wait Brock was hitting on you?"

"Mhm." You said

"Son of a bitch, I should go knock his fuckin teeth out for all the issues we had to go through and-"

You cut him off by giving him a kiss on the lips. It was soft and slow and passionate and all the little things you needed to confess. His hand combed through your hair and the other wrapped around your waist. Both of your hands instantly wrapped around his neck and you both savored the teaste of one another.

"Hey guys there was an emergency key in one of the stalls and- WHAT THE FUCK-?" Natashas eyes popped out of her head as she witnessed the scene unfolding in front of her.

"YES! I knew it would happen eventually!" You heard Wanda say, and you giggled a bit at their antics.

"What was that about an emergency key Nat?" Bucky said, still a bit out of it from the kiss you two shared.

"Well there was an emergency key in a stall and I'm pretty sure it opens all locks."

"Finally! Let's get the hell outta here." You shouted and all of you ran to the door and Natasha unlocked it. You guys proceeded to unlock all doors in your way and you all finally made it outside.

"Well ladies, and man, it's been a pleasure but I should really go now..I gotta see a certain artsy blonde about something." Said Nat as she walked to her car saying her goodbyes and drove off.

"I should probably get going too, my Vis is probably worried sick!" Wanda said as she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and said bye to Bucky. She got in her car and drove off as well.

"Who's Vis-?"

"Her husband." You said.

"Oh. Well uhm, do you have a ride..or-?"

"Oh no, I came without my car today..a ride would be nice thank you." You said sheepishly.

"Of course doll, c'mon." He said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and you both walked to his car.

"Hey uhm..would you like to come back to my place for some early dinner..? You don't have to say yes or anything I was just-"

"That'd be great Buck, as long as this isn't a one time thing..?"

"Definitely not doll."

"Well let's go!" You said as you gave him a small kiss on the cheek and you both walked to the car.

Fin

A/N: this was freaking long 😂 and I liked it..ish.

Please please please show me y'all actually read my crappy writing, like, comment, reblog. Revive me lmfao. It seriously helps with motivation ngl :) ❤️🧡💖

~Nyx