#someone asks me what I bring to any given fandom and I just stare them

[2af-afterdark]

The Cure That Ales You

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Content: Leviathan x gn!MC (you/your), dub/noncon A/N: You know, sometimes I want to be transported into the games I play because they are escapist fantasy for me, but, as an asexual, I am sometimes glad that I am not in WHB. MC is sex-happy and loves their situation (mostly) but… I just think of how awful it would be if they weren’t into sex or didn’t want to have sex with a particular person but they didn’t really have a choice in the matter since they literally need it to survive in Hell and refusal may either kill them or make them so ill they cannot keep their deal with Satan, which would kill Minhyeok. It’s kind of a shitty situation to be trapped in if you aren’t 100% up for sex with, well, anyone and everyone at any given time. So, you know. That’s what this fic kind of is. Consider this your warning. Word Count: 1003

You closed your eyes as you cradled your face in your hands. The sensation of nausea flooded your head and left your legs uneasy beneath you. Your stomach twisted and turned and rolled over itself inside your body. The world spun and twirled in random patterns around you, shapes faded in and out of view, and colors blurred with smells and textures.

This was the sickness that came with having your energy depleted to the point of concern. It was like being a wet clay jar, left to dry under the harsh rays of the sun to crack and chip until it couldn’t hold anything inside of it. Hell itself was tearing you apart because it knew you didn't belong.

Once the sickness was too much to bear, you stumbled and collapsed. The ground did not catch you. Instead, you fell forward into something firm. Through your hazy vision, you could just barely make out Leviathan glaring at you from over his shoulder as you held yourself up using him as a cane.

“Who said you could touch me?” He asked rhetorically with murder in his tone.

Despite his obvious anger, you were grateful that he insisted on walking in front of you as he dragged you from place to place. It had unknowingly put him in the perfect position to catch you. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you tried to pick yourself back up.

Your efforts were for naught though, as attempting to push yourself up only had you stumbling anew.

No one – citizen or noble – ran to help you, despite your clear distress. If you had to guess, no one in Hades would dare to upset their envious lord by moving to assist you when it was clear that he was guiding you. Although, what he was really doing was dragging you along with him while you were in his kingdom because he still didn't trust to leave you alone.

You couldn’t see it through your blurry vision, but the judgment radiating from his stare burned holes through the very soul that felt like it was being torn apart inside of you.

He huffed in annoyance. “If you're low on energy, say so.”

You shook your head, regretting the decision immediately as a new wave of nausea overcame you.

“I’m fine.”

It was an obvious lie, but you could make it true. All you needed was to get back to Gehenna or Tartaros and one of the devils there would take care of you. Gehenna was home to the friendliest devils you knew whereas Tartaros’ residents were so devoted that sex with them was filled with laughter and smiles as well as pleasure.

“Do you think that because humans can lie in a way devils can't it means you can lie so blatantly?”

“No. I just-”

You couldn't finish your statement as Leviathan grabbed you around your hip and pulled you closer. If it was anyone but him, the gesture would also feel romantic. The one grabbing you was Leviathan though, so you knew his actions were about pulling you around and controlling you.

“I'm sorry. I’ll see someone to get energy.”

You weakly pushed against him but it did nothing.

“You don't need to go to anyone else. I'm already here.” His other hand snaked up your neck, gripping it tightly. “Bring us to your room.”

“I don't want-”

“What you want is irrelevant.” His coffin appeared out of the ground behind him. “We can go here if you prefer.”

It wasn't a genuine offer. Even in your inebriated state, you could tell that his words were a threat. Either you brought him to your special place – the illusionary realm given to you out of kindness by Satan that also served to remind you of why you fought so hard in Hell – or he would drag you into the same coffin that he had nearly locked you away in forever when you first met him.

Through your hazy mind, you brought him to your illusionary room. If you had to be brought somewhere, you would rather it be somewhere you were comfortable. His coffin was only filled with bad memories.

The pillow was soft beneath your head, though it offered no solace in your current state. Even lying on your back, it felt like you were going to fall through the bed and crash to the ground.

Unlike when you invited others to this space, you were careful to keep your clothing on. This wasn’t a passionate love affair or even a fun tumble in the sheets. The only way you could think of Leviathan was as bitter medicine.

Everything that happened – the hand that clawed down your torso to tear open your shirt and expose your chest, the knee that nestled itself between your legs to force them apart, his grip that tightened around your wrists and guided your hand to his throat – blurred together. You tightened your grip around his throat, trying to push against him to push him away from you. Even in your sickened state – feeling like you were being torn apart – you didn’t want him. 

The haze in your mind was only matched by that in his eyes as you began to choke him. That expression reminded you of what he had said only moments earlier.

What you want is irrelevant.

He was terrible to know that he was right. No matter how much you protested, you were currently in a state that could generously be described as dying. Leviathan was the only one with you – although you could assume that Foras had been nearby as always. Whether you liked him or not, whether you wanted him or someone else, Leviathan was the only option you had if you wanted to get better; if you wanted to have the strength to keep your promise and free the devils of Hell.

So you turned your head to try and stare at the wallpaper you knew all too well to remind yourself why you were here at all.

[hum--hallelujah]

in honor of SRARiversary I give you: 1k words of vague, plotless RPF that I hand wrote in a cheap notebook while on the clock at work <3

[yaut-jaknowit]

hi there! first off I'd like to say how much I love your stories! rare to see F/F in the Yautja fandom so l can't tell you how much I appreciate reading your Gawtin x femreader stories.

may I request an ask? a smutty one specifically ? I recall in one of your stories that Gawtin and reader mention having a strap on. Could we see Gawtin use it on the reader? Maybe the reader is ovulating (horny) and that really brings out the dominance/ service top in Gawtin. Especially with so many other male Yautja around it'd be so hot to see possessive Gawtin. Well, more than she usually is 😏

Cared For

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB Reader

Warnings: very possessive Gawtin, protective Gawtin, light fighting between two Yautjas, biting, slightly pain kind (if you squint) because of biting, marking kink, use of strap on dildo, WLW, lesbian couple, blood licking, squirting, fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, size difference, size kink, overstimulation, cunnilingus, light aftercare.

Word Count: 3604

Summary: Yautja's have a keen sense of smell. It can be used to aid them in most terms, or to embarrass you. You don't know why it didn't hit you earlier when you're ovulating and everyone is staring at you. Someone decided to have the balls to approach you... he'll come to learn his lesson by a towering force.

Author Note: I love when people request for her. I wish there were more out there with female yautjas. But like my cousin once told me, if there's nothing out there, write about it. And that I did. Thank you for the ask as well. This fits her so well too!

Masterlist

Ao3

This was probably a mistake. Almost every pair of eyes were stuck to your form, watching you sitting underneath a tree. The leaves and trunk offered you protection from the bearing, blazing sun that hung in Yautja Prime’s sky. It was the only way to be outside with your Yautja without being burnt to a crisp. Well, you could wear a protective layer of UV blocking clothing. It wouldn’t be the sun killing you then.

To ignore them the best you could, you bared down on the sketch book in your lap. The pencil you had twirled around your fingers as you tried to fix whatever was wrong with this drawing. Something didn’t look right, but you didn’t know what.

A dull pain twinged deep inside of your lower abdomen. You silently groaned and clenched your teeth in quiet protest. For one day, you wanted to enjoy the good weather. Though, everyone else in the town had the same thoughts as well.  That wasn’t going to stop you. Nor would these stupid ovulating cramps. They were rare to occur, didn’t stop them though.

While all this happened in your little bubble, a male broke off from the group he had been in. Sweat and a thick layer of humidity clung to his scales as he made his way over to you. He couldn’t believe everyone else was just ignoring the sweet scent you were producing. If no one was going to try to gain your hand, then he would.

Oh, how oblivious he was as a newly blooded.

Before he had the chance to get into the shadow of the tree of you sat underneath of, something grasped the back of his shoulder straps and yanked him backwards. With the sudden move, the Yautja was forced to tumble and fall onto his rear. He still wasn’t given a movement to collect himself when a Bo staff shoved into his throat. A heavy foot landed on his chest and pushed what air he had left out.

The blazing sun was blocked out by a female he’s seen before around town. The light haloed her head, giving her a deadly look any female had. He gulped thickly and laid perfectly still on the ground. Nothing was going to make him move unless it was her.

Her weapon was further pressed into a vulnerable spot. It made him gag and choke for air that she barely allowed him to get. She leaned down. Long, thick, red tipped tresses tickling his chest when they touched. A predatory, throaty snarl ripped out of her with a claim.

If he didn’t feel as terrified of dying in this moment from her, he would’ve been so incredibly horny then. Instead, he watched her closely as she stayed above him, seconds away from either killing him or just teaching him a lesson.

One of her massive hands that dwarfed his own, snatched a mandible. The female pulled him up and forced his neck at an awkward, strained angle. “Ooman is mine!” she snapped and tugged on the mandible. For a moment, he believed she was going to break it off. The Yautja released her hold on him and stepped away. He finally was able to breath in a lungful of air.

The female walked over to the ooman and left him to his storm of thoughts. If all females were like this, he’ll need some time to prepare for the upcoming mating season. Paya, bless him.

After the first sound of commotion, you had watched the whole thing through. By God, she didn’t help your situation at all. The dirty thoughts that plagued your mind were an indication of what Gawtin does to you. She made it worse as she strode over to you, plucked you from the ground, and forced you to wrap your legs around her. Well, the best you could with how wide they were.

Gawtin threaded her fingers through your hair and pulled on the strands. Your throat was left to be completely exposed to her. Sharp teeth mindfully pierced the fragile skin that lined the column of your throat. The muscles that lined your legs clenched around you, hips accidentally jutting against her. Pleasure sparking to life.

Curse words were swirling inside of your head, unable to escape. Blood pooled into drops from the newly created wound. A pink, spilt tongue was quick to lick it up. Gawtin purred heavily at the taste and kept you exposed for her to steal more. As she did, her purple eyes found the male she had pinned earlier watching. Not a sound or a move was made as she just stared. The Yautja’s eyes darted away. He had learned his lesson.

This was her ooman.

.

A massive hand shoved you firmly against the edge of the counter. In reaction, you yelped at the sudden movement. Then, a sturdy body pressed into your backside and kept you trapped. Immediately, you knew who it was, felt the familiar heat roll of her form, heard a husky growl filling your ear.

It hadn’t been long after the two of you arrived back home. Gawtin had made a pit stop to good ol’ Bziut-ty’s and little Qui-oky had been dropped off. Bziut-ty had said something to her sister in Yautja. It was far too hush-hush for you to understand. You were also high strung after her display earlier. That hadn’t gone away as you stayed still for Gawtin as she had you pinned.

Embarrassingly enough, you felt yourself clench around nothing. More slick drenched your underwear. You felt the predator behind you tense, chest expanding to take in more air to smell you. Gawtin hunched over you and forced your body further up the counter.

The floor left the bottom of your feet. The edge of the tile counter bit into your waist yet not in an uncomfortable way.

Fingers curled into your waist band and pulled. One simple move tore your clothing from your body. They were thrown off to the side. That same hand grasped the back of your knee and tugged up that leg. Gawtin had your thigh pressed into your side, cunt more exposed for her.

Before continuing with you, she stood up. Barely a second passed and you were turning your head to see her undress herself. Every piece of clothing removed to expose her perfectly formed frame that has borne many children. A feat that had you swooning for her even more. So breathtaking.

A new thought entered your mind. It had you acting it out before Gawtin could pin you back down. Yet, the moment you started to shift around, a mighty hand was placed on your spine and had you restrained. “Gawtin, I want to see you,” you explained with a pathetic whine, filled with hunger for her. She was hesitant before removing her palm, fingers featherlight as they traveled down. They skimmed over the swell of your butt cheeks and fell away.

Now, with a new opportunity, you were able to twist around on the counter. Gawtin’s naked body stood before you in all of her glory, muscles twitching as she eyed you. Your eyes drifted down, admiring every mark and scar that decorated her. Until you noticed something that wasn’t part of her. You bit at your bottom lip and almost tore at the skin there.

Her bottom mandibles twitched before she lunged.

You groaned at the added weight she carefully placed upon your small frame. Gawtin was fit snug between your legs. The feel of something hard rubbed between your slick folds, coating itself for your benefit. Gawtin distracted you and nibbled on your shoulder. Scratches were created, red and irritated looking. You moaned and tilted your head back, exposing more to her in hopes she do more.

The move pulled on the newly clotted bite that she had created. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs around her waist.

“I will mark you up. So, no male will even think about getting close to you. You are my ooman. Mine to begin with. Mine to pauk. Mine to please. Mine to mark,” she stated with no room for arguing. Not that you would. What she had said was the truth. Gawtin licked a stripe up from the crook of your neck towards your chin. That’s where she let a lower mandible pressed into the sensitive skin there. Not yet piercing there.

“He could smell you. Smell your honeyed scent fill the air around you.” It took you a moment to process what she said and even longer to connect the dots. She had wanted you to go with her out there. Of course, you were more than willing to go.

She nipped particularly hard at the back of your neck. “Ah! Fuck… you wanted to t-tease them. DI-hm. Didn’t you?” you questioned but already knew the answer. An easy read about her.

A hand shimmed its way between your two bodies and cupped your breast. “What I wanted was to pin you down in front of that male and mate you. No one would dare get close to you again.” God, she was so hot when she talked like that. Your cunt throbbed emptily. In the moment, you would’ve probably let her. But you would have to test that when sober and horny.

Sharp nails teased your nipples. With Gawtin pressing her body into you, you couldn’t arch your back. You couldn’t handle it anymore. “Stop teasing me, Gawtin. I need you inside of me,” you demanded and squirmed underneath her.

Talons bit into the flesh around your breast. This time, her teeth sunk into your flesh and drew a pitiful cry from your lips. Both of your hands came to scratch down her back, leaving nothing in their wake.

Gawtin pulled back to admire her work and watched as red blood pooled at the new wound and dripped down on to the counter. The Yautja leaned back down licked along the marks. Iron met her tongue. She groaned from deep in her chest, eyes hooded over.

Your hands slid down to her hips where the harness rested and pulled. The predator didn’t more an inch. Yet, Gawtin’s gaze snapped to you, eyes pinned down on you. You knew she wouldn’t feel this. It didn’t stop you from grasping the thick, textured, long dildo attached to the harness. The silicone like material was slippery as you stroked it.

“You are a needy little ooman, are you not?” she whispered into your ear, tongue licking the shell. Gawtin let her right hand drift down the length of torso; nails scratching along the way, making you wiggle and writhe. She moved your hand out of the way before letting her two middle fingers tease your entrance. Your back muscles tensed as you tried to arch off of the tile counter with little luck.

With those same two digits, she pushed into you. The sound it made had you burying your face into her neck. She let you. Her fingers – claws dull – curled once about two inches in. The pleasure that sprung to life had you gasping harshly and biting more at your lip. Gawtin started up a sawing motion, slow and mindful. Every three thrusts, she would stop to press her fingertips into that spot. The coordination and speed had you whimpering and keening, hips jutting to meet her. With a simple shift of her body, she had you trapped. You had to turn to different methods.

“Faster,” you begged and forcefully clenched your muscles around her digits. Gawtin listened. Her speed doubled yet she still took time to play with your g-spot.

It took you some time to finally feel the pressure building inside of you. It almost felt like an orgasm but not. At this point, it was far too late to warn her of the enviable as it hit you full force. You tried to curl in on yourself and buried your face into her neck. Gawtin didn’t stop, she refused to. Her fingers solely focused on your g-spot now until you begged her to stop. She did.

You sagged into the counter, legs falling away from her sides and head resting on the tiles. Your eyes were heavily hooded over as you took a moment to breathe and gather your thoughts once more.

The Yautja above you pulled her hand from between your legs and lapped away at the sticky fluid that coated her fingers. You couldn’t help the whine that built up in your throat before biting once more at your lips. Gawtin leaned back down and placed her elbow back next to your head. “I know you smell divine when you are in heat but the taste… Paya, can’t save you from me.”

With that stated, Gawtin shifted her hips back. Her free arm snaked between your two bodies. The tip of the dildo pressed against your entrance for a moment. Then, she sinks it into you.

An overwhelming wave of emotions crashed into you. Your hands clawed at her back, not creating a mark. That didn’t stop Gawtin from pushing further and further into you. “You can take it, you’ve done it before,” Gawtin cooed softly into your ear. She went slow, careful. Every time she felt resistance, she pulled back to the tip and started all over again. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as you panted heavily with whines and moans.

“Just a little more.” Then, Gawtin’s hips met yours in a soft clash. With that same free hand, she placed her palm below where your uterus would be and pushed with a bare fraction of her strength. Your muscles rippled down the length of the textured dildo pressing into your cervix. You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping again. “How does that feel? Can you feel me deep inside of you?” she asked if you could coherently answer.

One look down at you was enough for Gawtin to pull her hips back, to the tip of the dildo and shoving it deep. You desperate, filthy noise released from your throat, echoing back down at you. And she didn’t stop. Deep, fast, and punishing.

Each slap of her hips created ripples down your thighs. Red skin appeared instantaneously with each stinging thrust. Gawtin, the goddess herself, had you singing her name in broken syllables. “Good! So good. Shit, I- You’re so deep!” you sobbed and babbled.

The texture was dragging across your g-spot with each move. Gawtin moved her hand to have a thumb resting on the hood of your clit. The pressure alone had your muscles throbbing. Then, she started to softly rub the callous pad of her thumb.

Fireworks exploding inside of you without warning. A scream entered the air and bared back down on you. But you were already deaf, white noise filling your ears. Nothing blocked your view of Gawtin hunched over you, mandibles twitching with unspoken words. Her tongue darting out quickly tasting the air. The next moment, her head darted down out of the corner of your sight. Pain pulsed in heady waves. Her hips still pounding into you without any indication of stopping, even as your high started to faded.

You weren’t given a moment to rest as Gawtin straightened her back to tower over you. Red coated her inner teeth. This freed up her other hand which was quick to wrap around your throat. It was the only thing keeping you from crashing into the wall behind you.

She continued to rub at your clit, keeping the same pace as before. Every few swipes though, she would press down hard. It sent a shockwave of pleasure up your spine and to the tips of your fingers and toes. You mewled, toes curling and knuckles turning white.

All you could see through the tears beginning to pool was someone passionate about you. Every slap of her hips had you blabbering for either more or for her to stop. In the moment, you couldn’t tell. And it didn’t matter. She was all you needed right now.

Your pussy was still throbbing from the earthshattering orgasm earlier when you felt the tall tale signs of another one. Words fumbled from your loose lips, unable to form anything worth listening to. In all honesty, she looked to be smirking down at you. Your hands – unable to reach for her – claws pathetically at the tiles underneath you. Nothing gave you purchase for what was soon to hit you worse than a planet.

The noises that pierced because of you grew in pitch again. Your chest heaved quicker and quicker, the air whistling from your nose. You were switching from breathing through your nose and mouth. Anyway to quiet your sounds just hare. Gawtin wasn’t having any of that. Why else would the window close by open?

The Yautja’s hand pinched the side of your neck tighter, restricting blood flow to your brain. All thoughts of staying a minute of modesty were thrown out and forgotten. Your sounds grew and grew with each pound of her powerful hips. She could feel how wet you were as it coated her waist and thighs thickly. She softly trilled at the knowledge she and the kitchen will smell like you for the days to come.

With all the signs of your end nearing, the massive alien leaned back down. “You are mine, ooman. Mine!” She emphasize with a few particularly hard and deep thrusts that rubbed perfectly against your g-spot. “Mine to pauk. Mine play with. Mine to care for! All. Pauk-de. Mine!”

As she saw your eyes permanently roll into the back of your head, she lunged once more. Her teeth harshly sink into your soft, malleable flesh. The sharp talons on the hand around your throat scratched and drew more blood. A mess to be cleaned up later.

You screamed out again, voice hoarser this time, cracking at times. All of your muscles contracting as you were hit with a breath taking, shockwave filled orgasm that touch you to your soul. Your hands were desperately claws at tough scales, doing little to even cause discomfort. The muscles that made up your cunt pulsed with each beat of your heart. So strong, it felt like you were on the verge of pushing her out of you. Or trying to pull her impossibly deeper inside of you.

Once the fall began to happen, your body went completely lax in her hold. Your arms were strewn out to your sides, legs hanging helplessly over the edge of the counter. It was only her keeping you up, from slipping to the floor in bile of a boneless body.

Gawtin kept snug inside of you and let the last of the aftershocks faded away. Afterwards, the soaked dildo was pulled free. You keened, body trembling. It dripped heavily with your sticky, thick fluids. Your goddess pulled at the harness until it became loose and tossed into the skin nearby. It would be cleaned, but she had more important things to worry about now.

Two strong, firm arms scooped up your thighs and threw them over her shoulders. You didn’t have even the energy to make a noise of question on what she was doing. Until her long tongue lick up between your rubbed raw folds. You cried out. A hand shaking as you reached out to claws desperately at her. You didn’t have enough strength and let it fall away, boneless.

That same tongue drifted over your clit and sent an overstimulation wave of pleasure throughout your body. Your hips squirmed. Gawtin kept a steel hold on your thighs and started to feast upon you.

Each swipe of her tongue had you pathetically crying out with tears staining your face. “This pussy is mine.” Lick. “Your ass is mine.” Another lick. “Your heart is mine.” Her tongue pushed into your soaked cunt to scoop out what she could get. “Your body is mine.” She dove into you again. The muscle rolled against your g-spot.

Fluid squirted out to cover the dome of her head. Gawtin snarled and plunged back into you with a passion you’ve never seen before. You continuous sobbed out incoherent words. She didn’t stop until you were licked clean.

She scooped you off of the counter and held you to her body protectively. One arm underneath your knees while the other was across your back. In this position, she carried you to the bedroom and set you down in the sea of pelts and blankets. All collected by her. For you.

Fingers danced over the cuts and bites that marred the skin on your shoulders and neck. You drew in a sharp breath with your eyes closed. Some of Gawtin’s tresses rested on your chest or rolled off of your body as she leaned down. Her tongue cleaned over the wounds before she pulled away a couple of minutes later.

Your eyes finally opened. A knowing look thrown carelessly up at her. Gawtin caressed your cheek with a thumb. “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken,” she determined.

An airy snort escaped you. You couldn’t your eyes rolling because of her. “I-I won’t ex-pect you to, love,” your voice cracked, dried and scratched from screaming. You attempted to swallow any saliva down to help.

“Good.” Gawtin stood up gracefully, as if she didn’t just pound you into next week. Her hips swayed as she strode away from you. Your eyes fully watching that naked ass jiggle with each step. God, you’re just as bad a man.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Midnight Fun

This is for Day 14 of Supercorptober

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Jess

Summary: Lena is overworked. Luckily, she has Kara in her life to force her into a much-needed break.

Word Count: 1,389

Lena yawned as continued to type at her desk in her apartment office. She looked at her watch and winced. It was midnight. She looked back at the reports in front of her and groaned. 

“It is going to take me 3 more hours to actually finish this,” muttered Lena. 

She shook her head and was about to start typing again when she heard a knock on her door. She nearly jumped into her own skin. She quickly switched her computer screen to her security footage and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Kara. While she was happy it was just her friend outside her door, she was a little concerned that she was here this late. She quickly went to the door and answered. 

“Hey Kara! Is everything okay?” asked Lena worriedly.

Kara rubbed the back of her neck while looking at Lena sheepishly.

“I came to force you to take a break. No one has seen you for the past week.”

Lena gave a soft smile. She felt bad about making her friends worry about her. However, she felt she was so close to a breakthrough. 

“I am sorry for not calling, but I think I might have found something to help get the lead out of the drinking water. I just need a couple more hours…”

“Lena, when was the last time you ate?”

Lena looked at her startled and asked, “What?” 

“Seriously, when was the last time you ate or even taken a nap?”

“Uhhh…..”

Kara smirked and asked, “You don’t remember do you?”

Lena looked down and sheepishly and said, “No.”

Kara grabbed Lena’s hand and dragged her inside. 

“Hey, where are you taking me?”

Kara guided Lena over to the couch to sit down. She turned to Lena with a smile on her face. 

“We are going to sit here, eat junk food, and watch your favorite movies.”

Lena looked towards her office and frowned. 

“But my research.”

Kara took Lena’s face in her hands and stared Lena directly in the eyes which caused Lena to blush. 

“You need to take better care of yourself. Working yourself to the bone isn’t going to do anyone any good.”

Lena nodded as Kara gradually let go and started grabbing food out of her bag and placing it on the table in front of them. Lena wasn’t used to someone caring for her well-being. When she met Kara a couple of months ago, she knew that she was gorgeous, but she soon discovered that she was also, kind, generous, and very driven especially when it comes to her friends. Lena was so used to being manipulated by people that she still had a hard time knowing how to respond when people were actually thinking about her well-being. She smiled, shook her head, and stared at the food before her. Lena was shocked at the amount of food that Kara brought: cheese puffs, several pints of ice cream, nachos, pigs in a blanket, cinnamon buns, two bottles of wine, and over course dumplings. It was enough to feed an army. 

Lena smirked and said, “How is this food taking care of me exactly?”

Kara chuckled, and said, “I know I have the taste buds of a child but this is at least better than consuming nothing at all the entire day.”

Lena sighed and said, “That is true.”

As she began nibbling on the pigs in a blanket, she asked, “What movies did you bring?”

“I brought your favorite films.”

Kara got out of the bag five movies. Lena looked through the titles. She then looked back up at Kara with a raised eyebrow. 

“These are all horror movies.”

“I know.”

“But you hate scary movies.”

Kara looked hesitantly at the films and said, “I know, but given the titles, I didn’t think they could be that scary.”

Lena narrowed her eyes and asked, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you heard of any of these films before?”

“Well no, but what could really be the harm in them though? Like this movie Children of the Corn. What is wrong with children liking corn? And then this film Alien. Why would anyone be scared of something from another planet?”

Lena stared at her baffled. 

” What?” asked Kara quizzically.

“Nothing. It is just an interesting take you had on the movies is all.”

Lena shook her head and looked at the other three movies. Given how Kara got scared easily, she saw only one that she might enjoy. However, it could just backfire. 

Lena looked up at Kara and pointed at the last film on the right. 

“I think we should watch this one first.”

Kara picked it up and smiled. 

“Aww, this fury little creature looks so cute. I think it will be fun.”

Lena muttered, “We’ll see,” as Kara put the DVD in the DVD player. 

As the movie began to play, Lena began to relax and laugh a little. She had forgotten how hilarious Gremlins was. However, she noticed something in the corner of her eye shaking. She turned over and her face saddened. Kara was curled up in a ball with her hand over her eyes. Lena paused the movie and gently placed a hand on Kara’s shoulder. 

“Kara, are you okay?”

Kara peeked a little over her hands and stuttered, “I’m fine. You can start back the movie.”

Lena pulled Kara into a hug and said, “You are not fine. You are shaking and trying to hide.”

Kara looked up sheepishly and said, “I thought that I could handle it. Gizmo looked so cute. Who knew that such evil creatures could come from him?”

Lena chuckled and said, “I know. It is really silly.”

“And scary,” muttered Kara.

Lena laughed and said, “How about we watch something we both can enjoy?”

Kara quickly shook her head and said, “But we should be doing something you like. You are the one that needs to unwind.”

Lena smiled and said, “Ever since you came, I haven’t thought once about work. You know why?”

Kara shook her head.

“Because I get to hang out with my best friend. We can just sit here in silence eating for all I care. As long as I am with you, I am happy.”

Kara blushed and said, “Well when you put it that way…”

Lena blushed and quickly went to the DVD player. 

“I have another movie I have been wanting to watch but didn’t want to watch by myself. Now where is it?”

Lena looked around for a minute before saying, “Found it!” 

She popped it into the DVD player and sat back down. 

“What are we watching?” asked Kara warily.

Lena smiled and said, “Something I know that we will both get a kick out of.”

The credits rolled and Kara began to squeal. 

“Oh! This is my favorite film. I didn’t know you got The Proposal.”

Lena looked down while twiddling her thumbs. 

“Several friends have recommended it to me so I was curious.”

However, Lena wasn’t being completely honest. She bought the movie because Kara mentioned over 1,000 times that this was her favorite movie of all time. She was hoping she would have a chance to watch it with Kara alone and decided to take tonight as this chance. 

Lena grabbed a blanket she kept on the couch and wrapped it around herself.

Kara beamed at the blanket and asked, “Do you mind if we share that? It looks so warm and comfy.”

“Sure!”

Kara cuddled under the blanket with Lena. They were so close that Lena could feel the warmth radiating off of her. As she rested her head on Kara’s shoulder, she could smell the pumpkin spice lotion she used which caused her to swoon. 

My dream is becoming a reality.

“You are really in for a treat Lena. Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock are a great comedy duo and their romance in this movie is so cute.”

“I can’t wait!”

As they settled in to watch the movie, Lena couldn’t believe how her day had been. She began the day feeling stressed beyond belief and was now ending it in the arms of the woman she adores. Lena felt a sense of contentment that she had never felt before as they continued to watch more romantic movies as the night went on. 

If you like this, I have more Supercorp-related work on AO3. Hope you enjoy!

[snowflakeanimelover]

Hi! Can you do a Yandere Elijah Mikaelson fic similar to pulling heartstrings? I love your work btw! It always cheers me up ❤️

Ahh thank you!! <3 I am so happy to know it makes someone smile :) I’m actually pretty proud of Pulling Heartstrings. Definitely a favorite. Still amazed people asked for a part 2 lol. Elijah does deserve some love tho.

Relationship: Elijah Mikaelson x Female Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals

Warnings: YANDERE, creepy, stalking, kidnapping, mind manipulation, Elijah is nice, he’s also a little OOC…sorry 0-0

DISCLAIMER: I usually write yandere stuff with a not so happy ending unless specified otherwise by the requester. If there is anything triggering that's in the warnings, then please do not read for your own safety and comfort. 

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Beating Hearts

You were the pawn of the queen and king in a chess game. It was obvious to you and all of your friends. Although you cared for them deeply, since they were the only close friends and family you had since childhood, the realization of how things changed tore deep into your heart. Ever since Elena, one of your best friends, met an over one-hundred year old vampire things have certainly changed.

All of your lives were tied around supernatural fingers. There wasn’t a day where you didn’t talk about the original vampires, the werewolves, and any witches who weren’t on our side. There wasn’t a day where you could relax. 

As if you’ve never asked for something to come up and keep you on your toes instead of being so bored in your life as a teenager. This was something you didn’t really ask for. And it just so happened that your life seemed to get worse. Elijah was on your side, for the most part, when first meeting him. He wanted to take his own brother down and make sure his curse wasn’t broken. In this case, keeping Elena alive. 

Elijah was a kind man to you. To all humans in the group, technically. Which only seemed to be you and Elena. There were times where Elijah was welcomed into our home so he, Elena, and Alaric could talk business. You always seemed to be at the wrong place and wrong time, making you awkwardly sit in the corner of the room while they did what they had to do. And when Elena gets an interrupted phone call by none other than her boyfriend, it leaves the room to just you and the original. 

A brief talk is all it was. Him making you smile, and you making him smile. It left as quickly as it came with Elena bringing usual bad news. The group left, insisting you stayed. Even Elijah was sure to agree with Elena on that idea. 

You took the rest of your time and days minding your own business, clearly noticing how they didn’t want you involved. You figured you’d cope with your loneliness somehow or another, but a simple piece of paper changed your mind. 

You didn’t see the group much during the weeks. But you didn’t have to in order to get a smile on your face every day. Elijah was leaving letters for you in your room. It started off as apologizing for not greeting you and asking how your day was. You must say that your heart was beating a little faster every time you saw a note hidden somewhere in your room. 

Notes soon turned into almost daily visits. Sometimes you went out in town with him, and other times you sat in your home sipping tea. It was all fun and admirable to you until he said he will be getting a bit more busy. Those smiles you had every day because of him have left when you couldn’t see him at all. It was only three days of no Elijah, and yet that seemed to make his promise of protecting you break into tiny little pieces. 

“Hello, Love.” Klaus greeted, his sharp eyes staring right into your soul. You tried to shut the door on him, aware of the warning Elijah has given you about his own brother. To your surprise, he stopped the door from shutting with a simple hard held grip on it, pushing it back open. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Now, now, sweetheart. It’s rude to shut doors onto your guests.”

“H-how can you get in…? I didn’t invite you in.” Your voice was a whisper, too scared to set off the big bad wolf’s timer.

He chuckled, a deep rumbling that made your spine shiver. “I’m afraid you don’t own the house anymore, love. Now, I suggest you cooperate or things will get messy.” He takes one step forward before falling to the ground with a loud snap echoing in the house. Elijah stood over Klaus, his hands smoothing out his nice suit.

He looked up at you as he quickly got closer. His big hand envelops your own. You were too shocked to do anything at the moment. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I don’t smell any blood on you.” He looks all over you. You could see the fear in his eyes.

“What…what just happened?” You ask him.

He doesn’t answer, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you out of your own house. “Come. I’ll take you to a safe place.”

— — —

The more you stayed in the cabin, the more your brain started to scramble and cook. It has been about a week since Elijah brought you to a secluded cabin in a forest. You never thought to leave as his words were very clear that leaving would bring you doom. But now…now you were getting suspicious. 

“You said I could leave when it’s safe and it’s been over a week.” You start just after a few minutes of the handsome man arriving. 

“And I keep my word.”

“So?” You stand up, anger rising in your system. “Is it safe?”

His body was tense, straightening up at your threatening stance. You knew full well he was much stronger than you, but you had every right to fight for your freedom. It has been suspicious to you for him to not let you leave. 

He lets out a heavy sigh. “It isn’t, I’m afraid. My brother still wreaks havoc in town.”

Your blood boils, remembering specifically what he said just a few days prior. “You're lying.”

“Pardon?” He was getting defensive now. 

“You’re lying! I heard you on the phone two days ago! You said Klaus left town. Why are you keeping me here?!”

His eyes got dark by your words. “I assure you, it’s still quite dangerous with his hybrids around.”

“I…I don’t understand. I thought he only wanted me to be a hostage to get Elena. If this whole ritual thing is done, then he won’t need me anymore.” You try to piece together the information you were able to grab. “I’m leaving.” You suddenly say.

The wood under your feet creaked as you walked to the front door, opening it to step out. “I’m tired of you lying to me. I thought we were friends-” You mumble to yourself but was cut short to some kind of invisible wall blocking you in. You remember this very well. Bonnie telling you all about her spells, and one in particular can lock people inside rooms or certain areas.

You turn around to ask the man himself why there was such a spell, but he was right before your eyes. His fingers gently glide over your cheek as he looks down at you. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice so shortly.” He was almost cooing, his voice so gentle it could make you fall asleep. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.”

“Wh-why…?” You wanted to cry. You were so confused by everything that’s been going on. Making a friend who has apparently kidnapped you and doesn’t seem to want to let you go.

“Because I love you too much. You can get hurt in that god forsaken town.” He says the last sentence bitterly. “Your friends… they don’t seem to care for you as much as I do.”

Deep down, you knew he was right. But you still had the heart to try and escape. To live freely once more and see your friends and family once more. Although they haven’t been the best of friends, you know they still care for you.

“You are a strong woman.” He comments, now using both of his hands to caress your face. “Which leads me to do something I never thought I’d do.” 

As soon as his eyes bore into yours, you knew exactly what he was going to do. You struggled in his grasp, trying to get away before he could do anything. “P-please…! Stop!”

“I’ll protect you with my life. I won’t let you go.“ He starts. 

Your body seemed to have relaxed beyond your control. “You’ll protect me…” You mumble, repeating his words without any thought.

“Stay by my side…forever.” 

“I’ll…stay by your side…” You smile gently, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek. “Forever.”

[saywhatjessie]

Forced Sentimentality

Day three of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 3: Beach Trip Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue (novel) - Pairing: FirstPrince .8k[Ao3]

“Oh hey!” Alex said, delightedly staring out their front door. “Someone dropped off a Christmas tree!”

“Oh, yes,” Henry said nervously. “I arranged it with Shaan. I knew you’re probably want to pick out your own for our first Christmas but I have no idea how one does that in America. Forgive me?”

Alex hummed, leaning into his space. “This time. But we’re going to a tree farm next year.”

Henry hummed back and kissed him.

“Mm!” Alex said against his lips pulling back. “But we don’t have any shit! Like ornaments or garland or lights!

“We do have lights,” Henry told him, gesturing to the bag next to the tree. “And I’m sure Shaan included standard baubles.”

“Fuck your standard baubles! That’s not what Christmas is about.” Alex immediately tore away from Henry and started scouring around the Brownstone. 

“No?” Henry asked, watching him.

“No!” Alex said, voice muffled as he buried it in a cupboard. “It’s about embarrassing homemade decorations or half broken mementos you can point and laugh at while being quietly nostalgic about.”

“Okay,” Henry said, continuing to watch bewilderedly. “But we don’t have any of those. Seeing as this is our first Christmas.”

“I know!” Alex shouted. “Which is why I’m searching for random stuff that could be ornaments.”

“Ah,” Henry said, caught up. “Shouldn’t we at least bring the tree inside first?”

Alex paused in his manic scavenger hunt before nodding, accepting Henry’s terms.

The tree was already in a stand but still encased in a net, so it just needed to be shimmied inside before they cut off the string and let it settle. Henry grabbed the bag and started poking around to see what Shaan had provided.

“There are two varieties of lights: white and rainbow.”

“Based,” Alex said, ruffling some branches to make it look fuller.

Henry hummed. “There’s also the baubles as I said in standard white silver and gold. No glitter, though, because Shaan is amazing.”

“We can always depend on that sweet sweet ass.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “He’s also given us a tree topper that looks like the star from Super Mario.”

“No shit?” Alex said, whirling around to peer with Henry. “That’s cool as hell!”

“I do think that Shaan included this to make fun of you in his most professional way.” Henry noted.

“I’m fine with that, I like him when he’s mean.” Alex winked and Henry rolled his eyes again.

“Do you want to put up the lights first before you continue your scavenger hunt for pseudo ornaments?”

Alex groaned. “Fine.”

They put the lights on, Henry using his height to reach the taller parts of the tree while Alex kept everything even and at the correct depth, whatever that meant. They placed the baubles semi-randomly, spreading them evenly over the tree while leaving spaces for whatever Alex and Henry managed to find that could pass as an ornament.

They agreed to save the star for last. It seemed right.

“How about the spider-man keychain Nora made?” Henry asked, holding up a felted charm lovingly stabbed by Nora. “That’s ornament-y.”

“Love it, put it up!” Alex said, his voice coming from the office.

Henry did, giving it a point of honor at the front.

Alex came in with his hands practically overflowing.

“And what do we have here?” Henry asked, amused.

“Well!” Alex started, dumbing everything on the couch. “We’ve got Pop Ruth Bader Ginsberg, who doesn’t have a hook but she can just chill on a branch.”

“Of course,” Henry smiled.

“Then I’ve got this mini version of pride and prejudice that can kind of hang. And a fidget spinner with the union jack for you, duh.”

“Obviously.”

“The costume glasses from when I was Chuckie Finnster for Halloween, some silly bandz I was holding onto for sentimental reasons, and of course,” He grinned. “My VIP badge from the Rio Olympics.”

Henry groaned. “Alex, no.”

“Alex, yes!” Alex grinned. “Come on, baby. From our first meeting!”

“Where I was a prick to you.”

“And I’ve been a prick since.” He shrugged. “We still love each other and all that dumb shit.”

Henry sighed. “Yes, I suppose we do.”

Alex grinned.

They put all the junk on the tree plus some more assorted junk they managed to pull together and, all in all, it did make it look more personal.

“Now for the finishing touch–” Alex picked up the Mario star, grinning. “Lift me up.”

Henry snorted. “Unnecessary.”

“But hot. Come on, pick me up.”

Henry sighed but stooped to grip Alex around the thighs and lift.

“Whoa!”

“You asked for this!”

Alex laughed, wiggling his arse on Henry’s shoulder to get comfortable as he leaned in and placed the star.

Henry let him down slowly, Alex’s body sliding against his. Alex spun in his grip so he landed face to face, his smiling mouth tilted up.

“Merry Christmas, Henry.”

Henry smiled back, leaning down to kiss him. “Merry Christmas, Alex.”

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Chapter 4 - Misunderstandings

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Ein schlafender Ritter und die Liebe

Characters: Ritsu Sakuma, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Mao Isara

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Honestly, the sight Mao had witnessed just now was something he had not expected, even with Ritsu involved. Now, his childhood friend was never too shy to get very close to people, especially if he really, really liked them. After all, it was not a rarity for Ritsu to demand special treatment from time to time, even towards Mao himself.

“Maa–Kun, I’m tired… Carry me~”

“Maa–Kun, can you buy me some juices? My throat is all dry.”

“I’m cold… Warm me up Maa–Kun, please~”

“I did good just now, didn’t I? You should praise me Maa–Kun.”

Things like these were all too common. And despite Ritsu trying to slow down these days as Mao himself had become more busy with the student council it never truly stopped. That was just who Ritsu was and he was all too used to it. Though secretly he would wish that his friend would try to become a little more independent. It’s not like Ritsu had not improved over time but it was still a little too often maybe. Then again, change comes slow all the same so maybe he couldn’t really help it.

Anyway, the point was that being clingy towards someone he really likes was nothing too out of the ordinary. And it seems that the young man had found another person of interest recently, given how often he brought said person up. Maybe it was also a result of seeing her often due to both taking care of the same cat–like being. At least that was Mao’s guess. But if Ritsu really didn’t care about this woman, he wouldn’t bring her up at all. There was always something about this ‘Ann–Chan’ he wanted to mention. May it be talking about what happened the other day or him complaining about her work antics and not paying enough attention to him… Ritsu would certainly find something at any given time. So they had to be close, very in fact. And honestly, Mao had gotten curious at the end of the day, not knowing much about this woman to begin with.

A new employee at Ensemble Square as well as her last name, that was as many facts as he knew about her. Asking anyone else about her would result in no responses. In fact, some didn’t even know who he was talking about to begin with. At first Mao assumed it may be due to her position but others were sometimes looking as if he was talking nonsense, about a ghost in fact. For a short moment he debated if Ritsu made it all up but knew all too well that this was not the case. Why would he lie like that? ‘It’d be a waste of energy’, or so he would say. And besides, maybe he was a little worried about his childhood friend next to being curious. It was not very common to hear this but who knows who Ritsu is getting involved with. Then again, Mao had no doubts all the same that it would be someone decent.

It didn’t help that she seemed all flustered, not too sure how to even react to his constant whining and begging. Mao could somewhat relate in that regard but… Wasn’t this still a little too close!? He wasn’t sure what to say, what to think. This was Ritsu on one hand but on the other…

So on his next best time off he had decided to just pay a visit, disguising it as ‘getting to know a fellow coworker’. Well, it wasn’t exactly wrong either but still. Mao had not thought much of it, even as his knocks were not answered. Maybe she had been too caught up in some work so he helped himself, opening the door yet would stare in shock the moment after.

He had spotted two, a male and a female: Ritsu with presumably ‘Ann–Chan’. No, it had to be her, this office was occupied by her. But that was not the shocker, The shocking part was the position they were in: Ritsu had his hands wrapped around the young woman, leaning as closely as possible against her, his facial cheek rubbing right against hers, He had even leaned in so much that the chair started to move slightly, about to make them both fall over in fact. They were close. Very close. Awfully close. Anyone would get the wrong idea at that very moment and if Mao was completely honest, he was getting all sorts of wrong ideas in his head at that time. They weren’t that close… Right? No, that can’t be it. That wouldn’t be possible! After all, Ritsu and he were active as idols! He wasn’t that careless, was he?

Mao had been staring for a little while longer, just watching the two interact: Ritsu teasing while Ann is trying to reason with him to some degree.. Yet he couldn’t hold it in eventually, just shouting from one moment to the next:”What are you two doing over there!?” after having been greeted by Ritsu all carefreely. He didn’t even seem to think anything about that scene could give anyone the wrong idea. Especially if they didn’t know any better. It might be why the male was ready to continue talking all the same, tone never changing.

“What are we doing? Oh, right. Perfect timing~  Help me out here, Ann–Chan is refusing to keep me warm.”

“Because work!” She protested quickly, “Finishing!”

“I… I agreed kinda now!” The brunette protested, her face being redder than red. At least someone else in this room seems to be embarrassed.

“You took too long.” He pouted however, not getting off of her.

“You say that everyday… I’m getting lonely~”

“Nyeli? Him?”

“I meant when he is taking his drawing lessons from Mikarin.”

“Your own work?”

“I’ll be fine~ Anyway Maa–Kun, set an example and teach Ann–Chan some things~”

Mao started to no longer be certain how to react to this scene altogether. On one hand he pitied the young woman, on the other… What type of quarrel was this. They may as well be a— No, nevermind.

He sighed in the end, shaking his head and forcing himself to calm down. This was just Ritsu being Ritsu, right. Nothing more. “I think that’s enough Ritsu. How about you let go of her for now?” He suggested, trying to remain calm. He expected this to be met with protest and… He wasn’t wrong about that.

“Why? We’re friends, it’s fine. Right?” Ritsu tried to reason. Emphasis on try.

“Eh!? Uhm… Yeah but—”

“Look, if someone else might see you two like this it could cause quite the commotion. I know you mean nothing by it but others might not think the same.” The youngest one in the room tried to reason, praying that Ritsu would understand. Though that may as well have been a useless prayer in the end.

“It’s fine~ It’s Maa–Kun who saw us after all.”

“That doesn’t make it any better…”

“Yes it does. Maa–Kun wouldn’t spread any weird rumors after all.”

“That— Hah, don’t mind that. Just get off please. You’re almost squeezing her.”

It seems that had gotten Ritsu’s attention all of a sudden, him shifting his gaze towards the woman who was only nodding slightly. He then turned his gaze a little down, noticing that they were at the brink of falling over perhaps. And thus he sighed, getting off her and letting go. It made the chair fall back into place and her sigh in relief. “Thank you.” She even added under her breath. Though the only end result this had was a pouty Ritsu crossing his arms.

“You’re no fun…”

“Yes yes, sorry. We’ll make it up to you later.” Mao sighed. He honestly should have seen this one coming. Either way, he shifted his focus for a moment to her and she towards him, her finally registering and blinking in confusion.

“Wait, an idol?” She even let out questioning before her face turned into utter shock, about to run into a panic. “I…Isara—San from Trickstar!? I— Erm… Do you… Help… Anything.. Uhm…”

“Don’t be so tense, it’s just Maa–Kun.” Ritsu would throw in very casually which made her slightly turn, repeating the ‘It’s just Maa–Kun’ part, though more shocking of course. Perhaps Mao knew where this was going, thus smiling a little nervously.

“Haha, are we that well known?” He tried to put her at ease, somewhat, though not too sure how to approach this. He had rarely dealt with such a situation before after all.

“I mean… The posters and… Stuff. I heard in Japan… So…” She responded slowly, her voie still trembling.

“Ah, really? Don’t worry though, we’re pretty much equals here, aren’t we?”

“E… Equals? But idols and—”

“We’re coworkers, aren’t we? How about you look at it that way.” He suggested, making her think from the looks of it.

“Coworkers?” It seems to work somewhat, her expression lightening up a little. “Yeah but—”

“Then there’s no need to be so tense!” He responded with a grin, trying not to lose her during all of this. Not while she was calming down. “My name is Isara Mao. And who are you?” He kind of knew but it was only polite to ask her as well.

“Ah—Ri… Right. Uhm… Anja–Sophia Wolff. B…But just Ann’s ok!” It nearly shot out of her mouth from one moment to the next as she got up, bowing politely even. “Nice to meet you Isara–San!”

Ann lifted her body back up, standing somewhat straight to face him. “I… It’s fine! There was not even… Welcome needed!”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He responded right away, grin still remaining. “And welcome. Sorry I couldn’t make it earlier, I was a little busy the past few weeks.”

Somewhat of an excuse but not an entire lie. School work, student council and idol work all piled up by itself.

“As expected of Maa–Kun. As responsible as ever.” Ritsu dared to point out with his signature smirk, though none of the other two dared to comment on it, not really at least. Instead they stayed silent for a moment before Mao decided to finally speak up again.

“A… Anyway… I’ll look forward to working with you1”

“Y… Yes! Likewise.”

“Oi, don’t just leave me out like that. Mean~” And another pout, making the two sigh in sync.

“Uhm… Isara–San… About Ritsu–San…”

“I deeply apologize if he caused you any problems.” He interrupted for a moment yet the response following shortly after was not necessarily something he expected, not really at least.

“Ah– N… Not that! He can be a bit much but… I wonder if—”

“Yeees, we know each other. Maa–Kun takes care of me too~“ The one in question of course pointed out in no shame, smiling as shamelessly as ever, making Mao his head drop in an instant.

“Oi Ritsu… I’m not your caretaker…”

“I wasn’t saying that. But if you want to be—”

“And I wasn’t saying that!”

“Yeah. pretty much…”

Oh the chaos, of course it would be like this. But that is just Ritsu for you. If it weren’t for the three of them who knew what others might think.

“I guess Ritsu–San is… always that way?”

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 3/27 (2.7k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst

A/N: If you wanted Dom Kino on top of dirty talk Kino, boy do I have some good news for you 😌 Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak.

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Chapter 3 - What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

During your shift the next day, your hand hurts, but it's functional. It does slow you down, though, because you can't move it as well as you usually do. Alis is kind enough to help you out since he was already faster than you before you injured yourself. Now he's doing his job and nearly half of yours. You owe him big time.

But Kino's "not officially" comment is still rattling around in your skull. You're new enough that maybe you've missed something. So you ask your table if there are any unofficial rules you should know about. If anyone has more context for whatever the fuck yesterday was, outside of the whole…incident, it will be them. Because so far, the only actual rules you've been given are to do your work, keep up, don't get fried, and don't cause problems. If you do cause problems, take them to Kino. "Problems" appears to be the key word there. Covers all manner of sins.

Threl seems relieved that it sounds like you're trying to make an effort to stay out of trouble, bless his heart. He gives you a whole list of shower and tool etiquette, a lecture on respecting communal and private spaces like the cells, and what not to do during quiet hours. Which all seem like basic common sense to you because you know all of that already. You do all of it. But he says nothing about sex, possibly because he doesn't want to bring up sex to the only woman in the unit. Or the rules don't exist.

"What about fooling around?"

Jevid leans forward so he can be heard over the noise on the floor and his large belly presses against the table. "You really think Kino lets people get away with rough housing at all? You should know that better than anyone with how often you get your ass chewed."

"Once for rough housing, if I recall." Alis grins.

"Oh my god, you've all been in here far too long. No, I mean what about sex?"

They all stop, hands hovering over tools and parts, and turn almost as a group to look at you. There's an equal mix of confusion from the three younger men and concern from the three older men staring at you from around the table.

"What?? Why are you all staring at me?"

"What about it?" Alis asks with a furrowed brow, as if your question doesn't make any sense. "Sex is a pretty big topic, you're gonna want to narrow that down for us."

"Are there any rules about sex?"

They all glance around at each other, as though someone in the pod has the answers and will explain what is happening to the rest of them. Jevid clicks his tongue thoughtfully in the empty space where a tooth should be.

"Jeez, you guys are acting like I just mentioned the rancor in the room."

"That's because no one talks about it, duh." Taybus rolls his eyes at you. "You think we all walk around talking about how much we're getting laid? Or that we're getting laid at all?"

"Okay fine, how about this. Are there any rules forbidding sex? Because I'm one woman in here with forty nine men. I think my chances are a little better than yours."

"Oh my god." Sorrek sounds like someone is strangling him.

"Fine, forty eight. Happy?"

"No," Sorrek whimpers.

"Forty seven, sorry kid. Don't swing that way," Threl laughs.

You look at him in pleasant surprise. "Yeah? Well damn, Threl. Then you and I both have forty seven more chances than these fools."

"Forty six," Jevid grumbles. "I'm way too old for this bullshit."

"Fair enough, Jev." You glance at Taybus and grimace. "Let's just cut it down to forty five."

"Oh, fuck you!" He attempts to look angry, but he's trying not to laugh.

Alis, however, is fully shaking with laughter as he slides a part into place. "Woman, if you can find a way to have sex in here or get any privacy, then be my guest. Good for you, in fact. I got your high-five right here." He holds up his hand. "Most of us just…take care of it ourselves." He then waves his still raised hand around. Sorrek protests next to him. His face and ears have been turning dangerously red the entire conversation.

"Oh, and I don't?" You smirk. There is a mixture of groans and snorts in response, except Sorrek, who finally puts his head into his hands.

"But no," Alis adds, "there's no rules or anything. Just be respectful and don't get caught, you know?"

"Why, you see someone you fancy?" Taybus wags his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You have to fight not to glance over and look for Kino, and you tell yourself it's just because that weird interaction in the locker room is what led to this conversation. Not because you're attracted to him. Definitely not that.

"In this lot?" You snort. "Hardly."

"Why else would you be asking?" Taybus is grinning at you now, like he's caught on to something interesting. "You totally do. Who is it?!"

"That's enough," Threl sighs. "Did we not learn any lessons from yesterday? Let's focus."

Taybus ignores him. "It's Vage at table 1, isn't it? I saw him checking you out once."

"Nope. Don't worry, I won't steal your boyfriend." You wink at him.

Taybus flips you off from across the table. You go to return the rude gesture, when there's a hand on your shoulder. You jump and turn to see Kino standing next to you. He has a fake smile on his face. The kind he gets when he's pissed, but he wants to make a point first.

"I see we're all taking our jobs very seriously over here at table 7 today. So seriously that you're in," he pauses to check his data pad and several men at the table wince, "last place! Which puts our shift in fifth. So I have to wonder what is more fascinating than work?"

You start to say "nothing," but to your horror, Taybus butts in with, "She's got a boyfriend."

The panic washes over you and you sputter, "No I don't!' You glance at Kino in fear, but he just gives you an intrigued stare. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's amused, even. "He's just kidding." And you don't know why you feel it's so important Kino knows that. The man could probably not care less. He does hate you, after all.

"But you asked about sex." Taybus continues, knowing damn well he should shut his mouth, but is unable to resist the opportunity to distress you further. Probably as payback for excluding him from the list. You feel your face burning with embarrassment. You suddenly wish the ground would open up, swallow you whole, and spit you out into the ocean.

"No! I didn't!" Even though you absolutely did. You just don't want Kino to know you're sniffing around after what he said to you. What will he think? Probably that you're trying to find a new way to piss him off. But he's been standing there the entire time, watching your face. Intently taking in every flash of horror and mortification.

Threl uncomfortably clears his throat.

"Enough," Kino finally growls out to the table. "Your numbers better be up by the time I come back around, got it?"

There is an off beat chorus of "Yes, Kino." He turns to look directly at you, waiting expectantly.

You squirm, and give a belated, low, "Yes, Kino."

"Good." There's a slight, pleased twitch in his eyebrow as he stares you down. He looks back around the table. "Unless you're looking forward to frying in ten hours, get to work!"

He finally removes his hand from your shoulder and stalks off. You hadn't realized it had been there the whole time. You glance at the spot he touched you without thinking about what you're doing because, now that it's gone, you can feel his absence and the thought makes your chest flutter.

"Way to go, you pissed him off again."

You quickly look up at the table, like you've been caught doing something you aren't supposed to. "Shut the fuck up, Taybus, and hand me the wrench or I swear to every god that will listen that I will smother you in the shower."

"And you'd deserve it, too." Alis says next to you. "Man, what's wrong with you? Bringing up her sex life to Kino? No wonder you aren't getting laid." The two begin to bicker as you all get back to work.

Jevid gives an annoyed grunt and checks his panel. However, you notice Threl and Sorrek eyeing you suspiciously. And you really hope they aren't going to corner you and bring this up again later.

They absolutely corner you and bring it up again later.

"You wanna tell me what that was about?" Threl crosses his arms and Sorrek looks apologetic next to him, but doesn't move. You're blocked in by the dads.

"Not really." You huff. "It's not your business and I'm far too old for the talk, guys! Come on." You give them a pleading look, hoping they'll drop it.

"It's my business if you get yourself in trouble again! They're gonna kick your ass out to some place worse than this if you keep it up." Threl sounds angry, and you feel bad that you somehow managed to stress him out this much.

"We're just worried about you. That's all this is." Sorrek gives you a kind smile. Aha, you think, the good dad, bad dad routine. You're annoyed that it's working.

"I know you are." You can't help but smile back at him, damnit. "Honestly, guys, there's nothing to worry about. Yesterday when he was patching me up, Kino asked about how I was doing and if…and if anyone had been…inappropriate to me." You wince a little because you didn't want Kino's name to be connected to this conversation at all, just in case one of them was too perceptive for their own good. "It just got me thinking. I wasn't sure what the expectations are about that stuff. Figured I may as well find out. Just in case…you know." Sorrek suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting because he can no longer meet your eyes. "That's all there is to it. Promise."

"So there isn't anyone…?" Threl trails off, letting the question hang between you.

"No. I have no prospects. There's no one throwing themselves at the pariah."

Threl's posture relaxes and he shakes his head. "Okay. Fair enough. Just be careful." Then he surprises you by giving you a mischievous grin. "I think you'd be surprised if you actually paid attention. But good luck, I've been trying to get some in here for years."

At that, Sorrek finally excuses himself with a scandalized look. You let him go and quickly turn on Threl for more details because you haven't gotten the chance to talk about it yet. The two of you gossip about who is hot or not in the corner until it's time to line up. You specifically don't mention how weird things with Kino are getting because you don't think he can handle that yet. And you aren't even sure what the fuck is going on or if you can handle it yet.

When you catch Threl and Kino talking the next day after shift, you swear it isn't on purpose. You're heading out from the showers and you overhear Threl's unmistakable deep voice from around the corner, which catches your attention. The voice that answers him is gruff and low. You'd also recognize that voice anywhere. Especially when it's saying your name. So you stop by the doorway and listen.

"Just promise me you didn't chew her ass out afterwards," Threl pleads. He sounds tired, like they've had this conversation before.

"I promise I didn't yell at her," Kino sighs, and you can feel his irritation from there. "Not that she didn't deserve it."

"You don't have to tell me. I don't know how she keeps shoving her foot in her mouth, but she's a good kid—"

"She's an adult, Threl. You're not that much older than her—"

"—and she's good at the job." Threl ignores him and pushes on. "You and I know it's more than just the work, too. It's how you work. She keeps up with Taybus and keeps him in line, and you know how hard that used to be." Kino grunts in response and you smirk at the floor. Because you'd really love to rub Taybus's face in that. "Edii loves having her there." Okay, at that you're a little surprised because you didn't think Edii has ever expressed a like or dislike for anything other than Taybus. "He's almost relaxed, Kino. He smiles now. Not often, but I know you can see the difference—"

"Yeah, I see it," Kino growls.

"—Hell, I really like her, she gets along great with Alis and Jevid, and Sorrek adores her."

There's a pause in their conversation where you begin to reflect on everything Threl just said because you hadn't thought of yourself as good for your table at all. You can be obnoxious and disruptive, and you keep getting in trouble. You don't know how any of them manage to like you despite that. Then Kino's voice pulls you from your thoughts.

"You're not telling me anything I don't already know. She could get by in here just fine if she would just think before she speaks. Or acts, apparently." You can tell he's annoyed. Which annoys you, even though you can't really blame him.

"I know she's a lot. But she isn't going to learn just because you yell at her."

"I've already figured that out, too," he huffs.

"You have, huh?" You can hear the smile in Threl's tone.

"I know what she needs." There's a confidence to that simple statement that sends a rush through you. Because what the fuck does that mean?

"What does that mean?" Threl warily echoes your unvoiced question.

"Nothing. Look, I just need you to trust me." That is the closest to begging you've ever heard Kino Loy get. "Especially when it comes to her."

You really wish you could see their faces right now. Especially Kino's because your brain is in overdrive trying to work through his words like it's a code or puzzle. Why does he have to be so mysterious and unreadable all of the time?

"Alright. I trust you, Kino. You know I do."

"Good. Now I have to go do a sweep of the showers. I'll see you later."

You jump up in panic and scramble to get away from the doorway. You can't imagine how pissed Kino will be if he catches you eavesdropping. It isn't until you're trying to act natural, and Kino is turning the corner, that you realize you were so focused on not getting caught that you forgot you're only in a towel. He stops the second he sees you and stares at you in surprise. You stare back at him.

"Hi!" You wince because there was way too much enthusiasm in your voice. So much for acting natural.

He doesn't respond. But his eyes drop away from your face and slowly glance over your towel wrapped body. It's slow enough that it's obvious what he's doing. It's slow enough that you feel like he's absorbing every inch of you. Memorizing you. And you let him because it never occurs to you that you can stop him or leave. That you have any other choice but to let him.

Because maybe you want him to.

Because maybe, if you were a braver woman, you would remove your towel and let him look even more and see if you can crack his stony expression. Or beckon him to you and let him remove it himself.

"Are you done in here?" His indifferent voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You're disturbed because where the fuck did that come from? Also, how is he so unaffected? He checked you out and now he's just, what, standing there like nothing happened?

Maybe he didn't see anything he likes, you think. And why does that thought bother you so much?

"Yeah, sorry." You hunch in on yourself, holding your towel to your chest, and you run out, giving him a wide berth. You know with absolute certainty that you're not actually leaving, but are, in fact, running away.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[silenteyes]

Prompt: “don’t be a stranger, okay?”

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Fandom: Obey Me

“Why are you crying, Luke?” Barbatos smiles gently.

Luke sniffles as tears run down his face. He knew the day had to come eventually, he just wasn’t ready for it.

The time he spent at Devildom was amazing. He isn’t going to lie now. He feels sadness in having to leave Devildom, and having to leave all the friends he made (despite most of them being demons). He misses the Celestial Realm, truly, but he cannot bear to leave the place that taught him so much.

“Bar…Barbatos,” Luke hiccups before downright sobbing. Simeon immediately lets out a small chuckle as Barbatos’ eyes soften. The demon lets out a soft laugh himself, and kneels down in front of the young angel.

“Come now, there isn’t a need to cry, wipe those tears away. Angels like you shouldn’t be weeping.”

Barbatos opened his arms in invitation, and Luke didn’t even hesitate before barrelling his smaller self into him. The angel hid his face in the butler’s neck as he continues to cry. Barbatos only cradles his head, as if he were the most precious gem in the world. Simeon looks at them with fond eyes, all while Raphael is observing them coolly. You could hear some sniffles coming from Diavolo and Asmodeus, and although he wouldn’t admit it, some from Mammon too.

“I don’t want to go back,” Luke cried, voice muffled. Simeon and Raphael both widened their eyes and looked at each other. Barbatos hums.

“Why is that so, Luke?”

“I’ll miss you. I’ve never had to miss anyone. It’ll probably take centuries for me to meet you all again, what would I do then?”

Barbatos laughs and Luke pulls away to pout at him. It’s cute, Barbatos melts a little inside. The “you all” didn’t go unnoticed by any of them.

“You will always be welcome in Devildom, Luke.”

The angel nods before giving him a horrified look, and tries to secretly glance at the brothers before looking back at him.

“I don’t mean it in that way, Luke. Although, we’ll welcome you all the same,” Barbatos teases. “I’m joking. You’re always allowed to visit. Just tell Michael, and I’m sure he’ll bring you here. We can even exchange letters, your messenger birds do not only stop at the human realm, after all.”

“Really?” Luke looks at him with the most hopeful eyes, and his heart aches because of it. It is an unnatural feeling. The last he felt like this was when Diavolo was but a child asking for more stories and begging him to stay. He wishes for more of this feeling. This feeling of ache, it is painful in the way he craves more. He yearns to please that small and hopeful heart.

He also yearns for him to stay. He has never wished to indulge in his desires more than he does now. He has never cared for someone as much as he does for the angel. The way he cares for Luke is special, and not dissimilar to how he cares for Diavolo. But his care for Luke is still different from the young master. It is unexplainable.

He yearns to take care of Luke. To protect the small angel from harm’s way.

“Really. Ask Simeon, if you want confirmation,” Barbatos says.

Luke immediately turns those puppy eyes to Simeon and Raphael, and the former nods with a poorly hidden smile. Luke gasped happily and runs to hug Barbatos again before going to the other demons. He gives them each a gift, receiving pats on the head, some words of affection and a hug or two (by Beelzebub and Diavolo). He then goes to give something to Thirteen, who also gives him a pat on the head, and rushes to give Solomon a tight hug. The wizard chuckles fondly and returns it.

None of them question the blessings given to them by Luke. It was probably unintentional.

After confirming that he gave everyone what he had prepared, he took his side between Simeon and Raphael to wait for the portal that will bring them back to the Celestial Realm.

“Goodbye, Luke. We’ll miss you,” Lucifer calls out as the portal opens. Luke stares at Lucifer in shock, and the demon gives him a small smirk while waving. Luke huffs before adjusting his outfit. Raphael walks into the portal first. Simeon looks at Luke, who bites his lips before turning to Barbatos.

“Don’t forget to send me a letter! I’ll be waiting!” he says, crossing his arms.

“I won’t forget. You have to remember one thing as well.”

“What is it?”

“When you come back, don’t be a stranger, okay?” Barbatos’ voice comes out a bit wobbly, and Luke smiles happily.

“Okay! I promise!”

Barbatos nods, giving Luke one last smile before the younger waves at everyone, and enters the portal. He and Simeon share one last glance, a soft and tender one, before the angel enters the portal.

Barbatos lets out a sigh. His heart now feels empty.

OH MY GOD, FINALLY FINISHED THIS! It took me two hours, and my hands are freezing because of the a/c. Now, I shall go back to my slumber and be happy that I wrote fluff. Hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading <3

[cantstoptheimagines]

Flying Colors (Eddie Munson | Stranger Things)

Part Two | Part Three Coming Soon!

Summary — The Hellfire Club is screwed if their fearless leader, Eddie Munson, can’t make the grade.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Cursing; the Upside Down doesn’t exist here; Eddie is kind of a jerk.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,698. ➳ This does not have a ‘Reader’ within the story. Instead, there is an OC named Jenny Campbell (she/her, 18). ➳ Eddie x Valedictorian!OC, a fluffy trope that I really need in my life, so I decided to write it on my own.

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Ms. O’Donnell was someone who Eddie Munson could only describe as, well, a total hag. He was so close to finally passing her class, but of course, there was always something in the way. And now this!

“You’re not serious?”

He glared at Ms. O’Donnell and Principal Higgins. There was no way this wasn’t some sort of sick joke! And to bring the Hellfire Club into it?! God, he hated them!

Principal Higgins sighed, “Completely, Mr. Munson. Your grades haven’t improved, so we’ve all come to the conclusion that this would be a good way to motivate you.”

“We all really want you to graduate,” said Ms. O’Donnell, but Eddie couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes when she quietly muttered to herself, “believe me.”

“If you don’t get your grade to at least a D by the end of this quarter,” said Principal Higgins, “then your... club... won’t be allowed to hold meetings here any longer.”

Eddie scoffed, “I can’t believe this! What d’you expect me to do?”

He watched as Ms. O’Donnell and Principal Higgins shared a glance with one another. This is just getting better and better, he thought, crossing his arms.

“I mean, can you guys believe this?!” exclaimed Eddie, laughing incredulously. “I swear those assholes wanna ruin my life so bad!”

As he shoved another handful of tater tots into his mouth, his friends from the Hellfire Club gazed at him with worry. They could tell Eddie was trying to play everything off as nothing to be concerned about, but... they were. 

If he didn’t get his grades up for Ms. O’Donnell’s class, they didn’t know what they would do.

Dustin Henderson spoke up, “Maybe getting a tutor won’t be so bad.”

Eddie scoffed. Of all things, a tutor was the suggestion that Ms. O’Donnell and Principal Higgins had given him. No way.

“Yeah, right, who’d wanna tutor me anyway, Henderson?”

“It can’t be that hard to find someone.”

Dustin froze as the rest of the Hellfire Club looked at him. Suddenly, somehow, he had put himself up as the one with all the answers for Eddie’s situation. Mike avoided eye contact with him, trying not to get roped into his friend’s new problem.

Dustin was so gonna get him back for that.

“You’ll get me a tutor?” asked Eddie.

As Eddie leaned back in his chair with raised eyebrows, Dustin felt the sudden need to prove himself. Eddie Munson was one of the coolest people he knew. And if Dustin could do him a solid, he’d probably be hailed as a king by the rest of the Hellfire Club. 

Dustin looked at Mike again. His dark-haired friend slowly shook his head at him. Don’t do it, Henderson. Don’t.

Dustin finally returned his attention to Eddie, who stared at him expectantly, and then he smiled nervously, “Sure.”

Jenny Campbell.

Dustin stared across the library at who was simultaneously his best and worst option for being Eddie’s tutor.

Why was she the best?

It wasn’t even the end of the spring quarter, and Jenny had already been chosen to be the valedictorian for that year’s senior class. And she was the only one that was offering tutoring sessions at the moment, at least according to the guidance counselor he had spoken to earlier that day.

Why was she the worst?

As a freshman, Dustin knew that talking to a senior like her was off limits. That, and Eddie would probably hate her guts since she was known as one of the most popular girls in the whole school.

He whipped around to look at his friends from the Hellfire Club. Each of them stared back with crossed arms and raised eyebrows.

“I can not talk to her,” said Dustin. 

“You dug this grave on your own, dude,” shrugged Mike. 

“Lie in it,” said Jeff. 

Dustin then turned to Gareth, hoping he would have some sympathy, unlike the others. Alas, his dreams were crushed when Gareth scoffed and shook his head.

“Seriously?!” exclaimed Dustin, throwing his hands in the air with an exasperated expression.

The boys nearly leapt out of their skins when the librarian harshly shushed them. She glared at them over the rim of her glasses before continuing to scan some books on her desk.

“Just do it before the old lady kicks our asses,” demanded Gareth. 

Dustin sighed. They were right. He promised Eddie a tutor, so he was going to get him a tutor, damn it! The Hellfire Club was not going down without a fight!

Jenny Campbell blinked in surprise when the chair across from her suddenly screeched! against the floor of the library. She looked at the boy in front of her, raising her eyebrows when he smiled nervously.

“Hi,” he said.

Jenny waited for him to say more, but no more words came from him. A confused smile spread across her face as she closed the book in her hands, and replied, “Hey.”

“I’m Dustin,” he said.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, everything coming together within her head. “Are you the one who asked for tutoring—?”

“No!” he interrupted, leading her to pause with a puzzled expression on her face. “I mean, yes—! Well, sort of—!”

Jenny didn’t have to respond before she heard a quiet voice mutter something along the lines of “Dude!” and when she glanced over her shoulder, she immediately noticed a group of boys by the library doors. Each of them wore the same shirt with the words ‘Hellfire Club’ written in large letters. She recognized two of them, Gareth and Jeff, from some of her classes. The other boy seemed closer to Dustin’s age, leading her to assume that he was a freshman.

When she returned her attention to Dustin, she quickly realized that he was wearing the same shirt as the other boys, “If you’re asking to join your game, I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to play.”

“It’s not that,” said Dustin. “Look, I need a tutor, but... not for me.”

Jenny’s eyebrows furrowed, “Okay?”

“If one of my friends doesn’t get his grades up by the end of this quarter,” explained Dustin, “Principal Higgins won’t let us have our meetings here anymore.”

Suddenly, everything made sense, leading Jenny to ask, “And you want me to help him?” 

Dustin’s expression shifted into one of pleading as he clasped his hands together, and begged, “Please!”

After taking his request into consideration for a moment, Jenny gave him a smile, “Okay.”

Dustin looked up at her, and asked, “Seriously? You’ll do it?”

Jenny nodded, “I haven’t had anyone else sign up for spring tutoring, so... why not?”

With that, Dustin leapt up from his seat, knocking the chair to the ground as he cheered, “Hell yeah!”

“Mr. Henderson!”

Jenny looked over her shoulder at the librarian, who was giving Dustin a rather nasty glare. Jenny then quickly whipped around and covered her mouth, trying to contain her laughter. Meanwhile, Dustin was frozen with a fearful expression.

“Sorry, Mrs. Brown,” he muttered, slowly easing his arms back to his side. Before he left, he whispered, “Meet me by the cafeteria tomorrow?”

Jenny uncovered her mouth, still smiling, and answered, “Sure.”

Dustin grinned back at her, “Jenny Campbell, you’re, like, the best person ever!”

“Dude, Jenny Campbell is, like, the worst person ever!”

Gareth, Jeff, and Mike all shared exasperated looks with one another. It was the next day, and Gareth had accidentally let the name of Eddie’s new tutor slip. And Eddie was none too pleased by the revelation.

Dustin was nowhere to be seen even though lunch was nearly over. The three boys, without Eddie’s knowledge, hoped that Jenny hadn’t backed out of Dustin’s deal. But why would she? As far as they knew, she wasn’t even aware that Eddie was the one she’d be helping.

That, and Dustin had told them that she seemed rather nice for a ‘popular’ girl. In his experience with ‘popular’ girls, at least. After all, she didn’t insult them for wanting the Hellfire Club to continue like most of their classmates would have.

And she even thought Dustin was going to ask her to join them. 

“Why?” asked Mike.

He really wanted Eddie to explain why he disliked Jenny so much before she and Dustin made an appearance. Correction, if they made an appearance.

“Oh, c’mon, Wheeler!” exclaimed Eddie. “That girl is the definition of forced conforming. With her perfect hair, her perfect house, her perfect car, and her perfect grades—!”

“Man, you really don’t like me.”

Jenny raised her eyebrows, watching Eddie’s reaction to her sudden appearance with amusement. Apparently, she had startled him pretty badly, because he immediately started coughing loudly, trying to fully swallow the tater tots he’d been eating.

Once he had regained himself, Eddie whipped around, his long hair nearly hitting him in the face. Dustin cleared his throat awkwardly when Eddie glared at him. There was no way he was going through with this.

“Guys, this is Jenny,” said Dustin. “Jenny, this is everybody.”

Each of the boys, aside from Eddie, greeted her quietly. Mike even decided to give her a small wave, and then asked, “Where’ve you been?”

“Oh!” grinned Dustin, gesturing to the girl next to him. “Jenny has a lunch pass, so she took me to this really cool burger place—!”

He was interrupted by a loud scoff. Eddie then stood up from his seat, straightening to his full height. He moved so he was standing toe-to-toe with Jenny. He gave her a once-over, and then asked, “How do I know you can even get me a D in this class, Campbell?”

Jenny tilted her head at him, and asked, “Do you wanna keep your ‘hobbit party’ open or not?”

Eddie scoffed again. He bit his lip in frustration when his friends glared at him. He could practically hear their thoughts shouting at him, Suck it up, Munson!

“Yes,” he muttered, returning his attention to Jenny, finally caving.

“Then you’ll just have to trust me, I guess,” she replied, allowing a smirk to slip onto her lips. “Don’t worry, Munson. I’ll make sure you pass O’Donnell’s spring exam with flying colors.”

And with that, their deal had been made.

[fattybattysblog]

May Flowers day 12: Honeysuckle

Theme: Pure Happiness

Fandom: Original

Characters: Mako and Saphira

Rating: G

I was saved by Mako so long ago. I can’t tell how long it has been, I have been kept away for my own safety. But there weren't any hunters for so long that it seemed safer with each day. I haven’t felt so comfortable with someone before. I haven’t really been with someone for this long without some sort of strife.

Mako appears to be comfortable as well. He has given me the room I woke up in. He has collected food for me while he is out doing his rounds despite not needing to eat. Gathered water without the need to drink. All the things he does are so sweet, but I don’t understand why he would do so much for me. Saving me was more than anyone would ask for and yet he is allowing me extended protection while I offer nothing…

Maybe I could offer him what little I have? The only thing I can give him is my trust. After all of this, I am sure he won’t abuse it, but I can’t help hesitating. If he wanted me dead, it’d be easy… and it’s not like money is something a reaper worries about, right? I hope not at least.

He was out in the garden. He liked to unwind in the garden every week. It was a flourishing patch of land with lots of bright flowers. I went out with him to speak with him, but I didn’t want to interrupt his gardening. Mako’s hood was on his shoulders, his wings folded behind him and his scythe nearby but not in use. He paused and looked over his shoulder at me, making me stiffen in surprise. I thought I was quiet. I wasn’t expecting him to notice me.

“Is something the matter, Saph?” He asked, dusting his hands off on his pants.

“Ah… I was just watching…” I muttered. I was still unsure I wanted to tell him what I was. I know I should eventually. I don’t know what he might do if he finds out suddenly.

“Watching?” Mako raised a brow, he looked down at the flowers he just planted and tilted his head, “er… alright.” I knew that would sound weird. It was all I could come up with then. Maybe I should have elaborated with something a little more casual?

“I haven’t seen those kinds of flowers before, they’re really pretty.”

“Oh, haha. These?” He was more receptive to that. He knelt down and took one of the new flowers in its temporary pot and held it out to me. I blinked at it and glanced at him.

“These are peonies. One of my favorites, honestly,” Mako smiled. “They take a while to establish, but they’re very fragrant flowers. And they taste great. A little peachy. I remember them from my life fondly, as is similar to the rest of the garden.”

I felt a warmth inside when he gushed about his flowers. It was one of my favorite things of his. His love for nature and life despite bringing death. I’m so glad to know him. I wish I could have known him in his life as well. It would have been nice to enjoy earthly pleasures with him. But as I think of that, I get a little nervous again.

I do like Mako. I like him a lot. But I know most relationships are very… intimate… and I don’t think Mako would want anything like that as he is. So maybe we can just be good friends. Though I don’t think I’ll ever like someone as much as I like him.

“You’re fidgeting, Saph.” Mako said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I fold my hands and step away from him. 

“I-I… I wanted to tell you something.” I muttered, feeling myself shake like a wet dog. I had already started, so it’s not like I can back out now, but saying it any faster feels like it could make me burst into flames.

“Do you want to talk inside?”

“I don’t want to take you away from your garden.”

Mako shook his head and offered me a hand. I stare at it for a moment before understanding what he wanted, taking his gloved phalanges in my hand. He led me back inside and closed the door tight. He seemed to know that I was telling him something important. He was very good at telling what I was thinking. I wish I could just say things instead of leaving him to interpret it.

He turned to me and looked at me expectantly. I had to gather my nerves to continue.

“I’m not human… and I’m telling you this because I think I can trust you. I hope.” I say, slowly and sort of quiet. Mako furrowed his brow but he nodded, holding my hand to make me feel comforted. It was odd, but his touch was so kind. It did well at making me feel more comfortable. I haven’t had another person make me feel like that.

“W-well… I’m a T’vahren. The last one, as far as I know. I haven’t been myself in so long that I don’t remember what I look like. But as long as you know, I think I can feel better about it. I hope this isn’t too much.” 

I finished and the room got quiet. Sort of tense. I shuffle my legs and stare at the ground. Why isn’t he saying anything? Is he mad? I don’t know why I thought this was going to go well.

“Do you remember how to turn back?” He asked finally.

“Huh? Uh… yeah. It’s like relaxing my muscles, basically.” I explained as well as I could. Mako looked past me at something else and led me to another room. He stood at something covered in a long, dusty cloth. This had always been here in the room, but I was asked not to touch it, so I never did. I wondered what he wanted with it now.

“You should try to change back.” He said. 

“W-wh…?”

“You shouldn’t have to hide here. You’re safe. You can be yourself. And with this,” Mako pulled the cloth off to reveal a tall mirror, one whose sight he tried to avoid, “you’ll be able to see yourself. If you wanted to.” I saw my reflection and shied away a little. This was the face I had known for so long, I wasn’t sure I wanted it to go away. I could always change back if I didn’t like being… open again. I held my arm and looked at Mako. He was standing beside the mirror with a small grin and a hopeful look.

“You don’t have to hide from me, Saph.”

I stared in my own eyes, quietly holding my arm. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. It was weird to feel myself change after so long. The blonde hair vanishing, the skin peeling away, my body shape changing. To have that tension released was so strange. It felt so much better, but unfamiliar. Mako had no reaction to my changes. No audible ones at least. I almost backed out but I was done by the time I felt the need to cover up again.

My breath was shaky, but I opened my eyes again and stared into the cyan pools in the mirror. I felt frozen. Unable to turn or look away. Here I am. Me. The real me.

I could feel tears beginning to well in my eyes. The face was mine, but from so, so long ago. Like seeing an old friend you left behind. I felt like I abandoned her. And, in a way, I did. 

Mako stepped out towards me, catching my attention and pulling my mind out of the void of self. I shied away from him. He must hate it. He’s so quiet. He’s approaching me too slowly. I don’t know what he wants, why won’t he stop!

He wrapped his arms around me and those sad, angry thoughts melted. He was so much taller than my real self. He could pick me up with ease. The embrace was so nice. The feeling of the robes on my skin, his skull against my cheek. It was nice. I returned the embrace and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I didn’t want to let go at all.

“You look so much happier.” Mako commented. I felt the need to retort. To say something side or self depreciating to get this embarrassed feeling out of me. But I didn’t. I let the blush take my cheeks and I held onto Mako tighter. I was happier. Mako made me feel so happy.

I want to make him happy too.

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The Will of the Force - CH 12

Fandom: Star Wars  Rating: Mature Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obikin   AO3 Masterlist

Summary:  What if Obi-wan hadn’t been granted permission to train Anakin in the ways of the Force? What if Qui-Gon hadn’t perished during the battle with Darth Maul? How differently would things have turned out?

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Chapter 12

     “Members of the Senate, I call for your aid!” Padmé stood tall and spoke with all of her gathered confidence in the face of what she was about to say. She kept Anakin on her mind and close to her heart as she did, and honestly the only thing that was keeping her steady was the thought that if she succeeded, Anakin would be able to come home. “It is true, there was an attack against Naboo’s Prince, and yes I do wish to bring him home safely, but I am not here to ask you to help me do that in the way that the Chancellor has told you.”

     Her eyes glanced over to where the Chancellor sat across from her, his own eyes filled with confusion. She hated that she had to lie to him all this time, but she just had to remind herself it was for his safety that she had. Then she quickly glanced back at Qui-Gon, who gave her a nod and an encouraging smile, before she turned back and readied to finally put everything into action. “I am here today to inform you of a great danger that has slipped right past our ranks, as well as those of the Jedi. The Jedi Council has come to the conclusion that there are Sith Lord’s amongst us, situated within this very Senate!”

     Gasps and murmurs erupted from the Senate members around them, and the Chancellor was on his feet, his hands clenched tightly around the railing in front of him. Padmé flashed a quick glance over to him, to the Jedi she knew was placed strategically behind him just in case things got out of hand, then back to the other members of the Senate whose quiet murmurs were starting to turn into shouted accusations.

     “If this is true and there really are Sith Lord’s amongst us, then I suggest we start investigations with the Senate representatives from the Groperet.” Someone moved forward to point a finger. “Before joining the Senate they were once aligned with the Sith Lord’s. Who’s to say their sudden loyalty to the Republic wasn't just a ploy to inject themselves, and their Sith cohorts, right into the Senate undetected? I say we lock them away right now before they are given the chance to strike first!”

     Shouts filled the hall, echoing up the tall room. Some were shouts of agreeance and encouragement in the suggestion, and some were in defense of the Groperetan’s. This was not what they had planned for and Padmé felt herself beginning to panic, she feared there could be a riot and that would only put people, and the Chancellor in much danger.

     “No, no, that is not true,” another Senate member moved their seat forward, the representatives from Groperet, “our planet was never aligned with the Sith, but rather under their control for many years, unwillingly. And if you'll remember correctly we were mercifully rescued by the Jedi after years of oppression, after which we gladly joined the Republic. If you would like to point fingers, might I suggest Horrne.”

     “That's right!” Someone else shouted, “Half of their planet still rallies for the Empire!”

     “Why not Redigath VII?!”

     The screaming and blame escalated, and soon enough the entire Senate was up in arms. Padmé turned back to Qui-Gon, desperately looking for some kind of help, but he remained as calm as ever as he stared right back at her. “This is not what we had planned, and this is in no way going to help Anakin. What do I do?!”

     “Remain calm,” he held his hands out mimicking the motion of taking a calming breath, “bring them back to the issue at hand. You are strong and they will listen to you. You can do this.”

     She nodded, took a breath, and turned back. “Members of the Senate, please! Fighting amongst ourselves is only going to encourage the Sith Lord’s, and we will never find them or solve this crisis. We must focus, and find a way to bring the Sith out of the shadows and to justice.”

     “And what exactly do you suggest?” One of the members shouted at her, though thankfully most of the shouting had died down. “If we do not start imprisoning those who have been known to be disloyal to the Republic and instead loyal to the Empire, then what do you suggest we do? Or should we just end the meeting now and allow the Sith to walk away scott free?”

     “No, that's not what I'm saying at all,” she answered, almost begging them to just listen to her, “the Sith could be aligned with anyone, no matter where their past loyalties have lied, we have no way of knowing. What I'm suggesting is that we remain here and allow the Jedi Council to come in and use the Force to assess our minds, all of them, to see if they can find a connection to the dark side. And no matter how long it takes, we must remain here to ensure that we are all cleared. If after that, the Jedi have still not found what they are looking for, we can work together to make a plan to further vet the members of our planets who serve close to the Senate. And I propose-”

     The doors behind her burst open and Padmé turned to watch a body stumble through, take a few uneasy steps, then fall to the ground by her feet. Her heart instantly sank, she knew this man, despite the bruises and blood covering an almost unrecognizable face, she knew this man. “Gregar!” She rushed away from the railing and threw herself to her knees beside him. Qui-Gon was there in a second as well, on Gregar’s other side, and helped her to roll him over so she could hold his head gently in her lap.

     She registered Qui-Gon across from her, shouting for someone to get a medical droid, but she blocked it out. Despite her young age, she had seen much combat in her life, seen her fair share of wounds that had consumed their hosts, and she knew Gregar wouldn't be here by the time the medical droid arrived. So she focused on him, focused on keeping her voice calm and keeping him calm.

     “My Queen, I…” He forced out through gritted teeth, grunting in pain when he tried to reach a hand up to her face. She took his hand and laid it back across his chest, but held it in hers.

     “Hush, Gregar, just relax.” 

     “No, you must know,” he breathed heavily, ignoring her pleas to rest. “The Sith… it's the Chancellor, it's… it's Palpatine.”

     The entire Senate broke out into gasps and murmurs of betrayal behind her as they could hear everything he was saying to her. She looked up to Qui-Gon who was still across from her, on Gregar’s other side, and she could tell he was just as shocked at the news as she was. Chancellor Palpatine, someone she had considered a very close friend for all her year’s sat upon the throne, someone she herself helped into his high position of power within the Senate, was a Sith Lord. How could she have let this slip past her? How did she not see it? Surely there had to be signs, and she hadn't seen a single one of them.

     “And Padmé,” Gregar coughed, gripping her hand tighter in his own, though still weakly, getting her attention back to him, “he knows… he knows where Anakin is. Maul he… he used the Force on me, I was too weak to resist… I’m sorry, tell Anakin I’m sorry-”

     “You have nothing to be sorry for,” she whispered as a tear slipped past her defenses and landed on their clasped hands, “Anakin knows how much you love him, that you would never do anything to purposefully put him in harm's way. Don't you worry about any of this, Gregar.”

     “Padmé…” His eyes slipped closed and his chest heaved with his final breath. Whatever he had been trying to say was lost on cold lips as his hand went limp in hers. 

     She let her tears fall freely now, then looked up to Qui-Gon in fear. Everything had gone completely off the rails. Gregar was dead, the Chancellor was the Sith Lord they had been looking for, the Senate was presumably lost, and Anakin and Obi-Wan were in very grave danger. Her worst fears had come true. 

     A sudden burst of shouting erupted behind them, and they both stood abruptly to look out over the railing and down to the Senate. If they had thought it was a chaotic mess before, now that the Senate had overheard Gregar and the Sith Lord had been identified, they were all feeling as angered and betrayed as Padmé was. In seconds they watched as both Senate members and the Jedi posted throughout the room were on the move, jumping into action to try and get to Palpatine before he could get away. But of course it was never so easy. 

     They watched on in horror as Palpatine's usual calm and charming demeanor changed almost instantly to one of malice and hatred. He shot one last detesting look up to Padmé, then he turned and started making his way off of his platform, taking out the Jedi as he went with violently thrown purple lightning from his hands. But before they could do anything, he was gone, slipped right through their grasp once again. That was not seeming to be stopping the Senate members as they too began leaving their platforms, all wanting their own piece of the Sith Lord for one reason or another. Padmé and Qui-Gon took no time in following their lead.

     The halls of the Temple outside the Senate hall were no less chaotic then it had been inside. She kept close to Qui-Gon as they raced through the halls, weaving in and out of enraged Senate members, then finally they found Master Yoda and Master Windu within the throngs.

     “What happened in there?” Windu asked.

     “Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord!” Padmé panted, her eyes still searching the crowd as she spoke. “And Maul is alive, he killed Gregar and now he's after Anakin and Obi-Wan.”

     “Contact your former Padawan, you must,” Yoda pointed up to Qui-Gon who nodded, then turned to Windu beside him, “find the Chancellor, we will.”

     “Master Yoda is right,” Windu said to Qui-Gon, “you make sure the Prince and Obi-Wan are safe and we’ll handle the rest. Once you have them both, take them and the Queen out of Naboo’s system, only contact us when you're all safe and hidden. Go.”

     Both Windu and Yoda left them, then Padmé looked up to Qui-Gon. He could see the terror in her eyes, could sense the panic attack on the edge of boiling over. “What are we going to do?! Maul, this… this Sith that killed Gregar is now after Anakin, and he has a head start. What if he gets to Anakin and Obi-Wan before we do?!”

     “Calm your mind, Padmé, we are no good to our boys if we let the fear consume us,” he reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to calm her, “I have a secure connection with Obi-Wan that I can use to communicate with him. I'll contact him on our way to the hanger and tell him to take Anakin to a planet outside of the system. Hopefully it will give them enough time to get out before Maul gets to them.”

     “And Obi-Wan, he's beaten this Maul before, right?! He can do it again?”

     “I have faith that Obi-Wan is stronger than Maul,” Qui-Gon nodded, “now come, we must find a ship.”

     They both took off running through the halls toward the hanger, and as they did Qui-Gon took out his commlink and tapped into the secure line he shared with Obi-Wan. They had only used it once since he and Anakin had arrived at the villa in the Lake Country, only to ensure the security of the connection, so he could only hope Obi-Wan would answer him. Unfortunately it would seem his hopes were wasted. 

     “He's not answering?” Padmé asked as they ran, looking between Qui-Gon and the commlink in his hand.

     “No,” he shook his head and tried him again, but still nothing, “I'll send him a hollo message. Hopefully he gets it, and I'll keep trying to call him while we are travelling.”

     As they ran he held the commlink out in front of him, not stopping his strides as he recorded his message, again hoping that at some point Obi-Wan would see it. “Obi-Wan, you need to get out of the villa, now! Take Anakin and run, get out of the system, the Sith know where you are and they are coming for Anakin. Maul is coming for Anakin. I will explain the rest when we meet, but you must get Anakin to safety as fast as you can, contact me when you're safe. Please, Obi-Wan, be safe.”

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     It had been a long time since Obi-Wan had felt so calm in meditation. Ever since he and Anakin had been reunited for this mission he had been plagued by nothing but nightmares, and where meditation was usually a welcomed reprieve, it was only proving to raise his anxieties. But now he was finally starting to feel that relief of calm again, the Force wrapping around him while he was sunk deep in his meditation, finally at peace after so long of feeling trapped within visions of Anakin's capture and death.

     He was deep in his meditation, currently sitting on a carpet off to the side of Anakin's bed, soaking in the calm and quiet, when suddenly something hit his cheek and fell into his lap. He dropped out of his meditation and peeked an eye open, trying to hold back a laugh when he found a slice of pear teetering on his knee where it had landed. He closed his eyes again and tilted his head back up to try and refocus. But yet another slice of pear was vaulted across the room and this time smacked him in the forehead, sticking there for a minute, before it joined the first piece in his lap. 

     “Anakin,” he hummed out in a playful warning, though deep down he knew it was of no use, and he was not surprised when he was faced with yet another slice of pear. But this one floated across the room and rested against his lips, which were now stretched in a tight grin, and eventually he relented and opened his mouth allowing the pear to slip past his lips. 

     Once he swallowed it he opened both of his eyes and peered over at Anakin. “You’re being a menace, Anakin, perhaps if you're that antsy you should join me in meditation.” Then his eyes raked slowly down Anakin's body where he was currently laying on his side on the bed, facing Obi-Wan, stretched out and completely naked. “It is also very hard to concentrate when you're being so… distracting.”

     Anakin smirked, a devilishly playful look on his beautiful face, and it was right then that Obi-Wan knew that Anakin knew exactly what he was doing to him. “Or…” Anakin countered with the same sing-song tone as Obi-Wan had used, “Instead of sitting on the ground, also naked and also extremely distracting, you could come up here and let me help you relax in a much better way than boring old meditation.”

     Obi-Wan shook his head and closed his eyes again. “Meditation is important, Anakin, it helps you become closer to the Force. If you wish to get even stronger in your connection, you should join me. Allow me to guide you through the meditation and you will see a difference in your abilities. You are already strong, this will only help.”

     Instead of answering, Anakin remained on the bed and used the Force to float another piece of pear to hover against Obi-Wan’s lips. Though this time he resisted at first, keeping his lips closed tightly, but Anakin was not giving up. He used the Force to pull the pear back and smack Obi-Wan in the face more forcefully a few times before Obi-Wan gave in and opened his mouth to accept it, laughing as he did. But he kept his eyes closed against the beautiful distraction on the bed in front of him, because he knew if he opened them again he would not be able to resist a second time.

     When Anakin realized he was not getting his way so easily he groaned, a bit over dramatically, and rolled on to his back in the bed. “Fine,” he grunted and smacked a hand down on the bed for effect, “if you won’t come up here with me, I guess I'll just have to entertain myself.”

     Obi-Wan didn't answer him, or open his eyes, but he could hear Anakin shuffling around on the bed, the blankets shifting under him as he moved around. Then suddenly, he heard both outloud and in his mind across their bond, a shuddering, deep throated moan. He tried to ignore it, tried to focus and let Anakin know that he would not so easily give into his ministrations, but after another louder and even more guttural moan he couldn't take it anymore. 

     In the mere blink of an eye he reached a hand out toward Anakin and in a second he was seated on Obi-Wan’s lap, with both of Anakin’s hands trapped within Obi-Wan’s, held above his head. Obi-Wan finally opened his eyes and glared at Anakin. “I did not say you could touch yourself, did I?”

     “Well,” Anakin drawled and wriggled his hips against Obi-Wan’s growing erection, “what did you expect me to do when you're sitting here, naked and enticing, and refusing to come over and touch me yourself?”

     “I expect you to behave,” he growled and leaned in, touching his lips to Anakin’s, “and I expect you to do as I say, my good boy.”

     Anakin shuddered against him, tossing his head back and letting Obi-Wan run his lips along the taught muscles of his jaw line.

     “So,” Obi-Wan said after placing a soft, ghost of a kiss on the underside of his chin, “if I let you go, can you promise that you will sit patiently and wait, or am I going to have to tire you out first?”

     Anakin looked back down at Obi-Wan and smirked devilishly, “I am definitely not promising anything.”

     Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and smirked, “You will be the absolute death of me, Anakin Skywalker, but have it your way then.” Obi-Wan pushed against Anakin, still holding his hands above his head, and laid Anakin back on the floor. 

     Anakin's eyes instantly blew into lust filled orbs, seeing nothing but Obi-Wan, feeling nothing but Obi-Wan settled between his legs, already slowly grinding against him, making them both moan every time their cocks rubbed.

     He tossed his head back and arched further into Obi-Wan. “I need you inside me, Obi-Wan,” he panted, pushing against Obi-Wan’s hands still holding him down, but Obi-Wan only held his hands tighter. Anakin grunted in frustration, “Let me touch you.”

     Obi-Wan chuckled, leaning down and taking Anakin’s bottom lip between his teeth. He pulled, letting his lip slide slowly through his teeth, then leaned down again to glide his tongue across the now red and plump lip. “Have some patience, dear one. Afterall, you interrupted my meditation, I think I'm entitled to have my way with you.”

     “Have your way then,” he wriggled under Obi-Wan, causing their cocks to grind together again, “just don't make me wait too long. Laying on the bed, watching you sit here naked for so long was more than enough foreplay, and I'm still plenty prepped from this morning. So let's go, Obi-Wan, get inside me, please.”

     “As you wish.” 

     Obi-Wan moved to hold both of Anakin's hands in one of his, then moved his now free hand down to his cock. He lined himself up with Anakin's hole, pressing lightly against it and feeling that Anakin was indeed still loose and still wet from the bacta, and in one swift move he thrust all the way in. 

     Anakin grunted beneath him as Obi-Wan fully seated himself. He would never get enough of the feeling of Obi-Wan inside him, the weight of him on top of him, the width of his broad shoulders overtaking Anakin’s, the pull of his muscles against him as he thrust in and out of him, the lightning that shot through his entire body everytime Obi-Wan touched him. Even now, as Obi-Wan started up a steady pace, his free hand moving up and down Anakin's side, lips on his neck, heaven wasn't a strong enough word to describe it. And now all he wanted to do was get his hands on Obi-Wan’s skin, to make him feel the same electricity he felt.

     “Obi-Wan, please let me touch you,” he begged again, struggling against Obi-Wan’s still tight hold on his hands over his head.

     Obi-Wan stopped his thrusts and stared down at Anakin with a hunger in his eyes that had Anakin's entire body vibrating. “And if I let your hands go, are you going to touch yourself again?”

     “No,” he shook his head quickly, “no, I won't touch myself, I just want to touch you, I want to hold you.”

     “If I let you go,” Obi-Wan started, a warning tone to his voice, “your hands will go nowhere else but my shoulders, am I understood?” Anakin nodded. “Do not touch yourself, but do hold on tight.”

     Anakin nodded again, unable to say any more words, and relished in the look Obi-Wan was currently giving him. Then Obi-Wan let go of Anakin's hands, and Anakin kept his promise and wrapped his arms tightly around Obi-Wan’s broad shoulders. Obi-Wan took his free hand and braced himself on the floor with his elbow, and moved his other hand down Anakin's side, then his thigh and down to his knee, lifting his leg so Anakin would wrap his legs around his waist. Once Anakin was holding on as tightly as Obi-Wan had told him to, Obi-Wan slid his hand over Anakin's butt and up to wrap under his body and around his waist, then he lifted Anakin up by the waist so only his shoulders were resting on the floor.     Anakin threw his head back with a guttural moan as Obi-Wan picked up a sudden and brutal pace, his legs tightening around Obi-Wan’s waist as the new angle had him hitting Anakin's prostate every time. His cock was aching between them, and he wanted so bad to reach down and grab it, to release the glorious pleasure he could feel building inside him. But he held tighter to Obi-Wan’s shoulders, resisting the urge, and Obi-Wan felt his struggle.

     “Such a good boy, Anakin,” he grunted, thrusting harder into him, “you will come on nothing but my cock, and only when I tell you to. Such a good boy, my dear one.”

     That alone almost drove Anakin over the edge. The praise from Obi-Wan, when he called him his good boy, sent a thrilling shock through his body, it made his cock twitch against his stomach, and all he wanted was to be as good as Obi-Wan was saying he was. So he held tighter to his shoulders, dug his nails into the taught skin there. Obi-Wan growled in his ear as Anakin scratched his nails across his shoulders, and used the arm wrapped around his waist to pull Anakin against him with every thrust. Neither of them was able to say anything else, aside from the occasional moans of each other's names, the only other sound in the room was the rhythmic slapping of their skin every time they met. The carpet beneath them was scratching against the skin of Anakin's shoulders, every powerful thrust from Obi-Wan pushing him back and adding to the growing patch of rug burn he could feel forming, but he didn't even care. He could feel that he was close, and he could feel in the way Obi-Wan’s thrusts had become uneven that he was close too. 

     “Oh, Anakin,” he moaned, his hips stuttering even more, “come for me, darling, come now.”

     “Obi-Wan!” Anakin screamed his name, arching into him as he came and bit down on his soulder.

     Obi-Wan followed right behind him, holding Anakin firmly against him as he thrust one last time and came inside him. Obi-Wan slowly laid Anakin back down on the floor, then laid on top of him, resting his face in the crook of his neck while they both tried to calm their rapid breathing.

     Anakin was still clinging desperately to Obi-Wan while he panted, his breath hitting Obi-Wan’s cheek, and he lifted a hand up to run his fingers through Anakin's now sweaty hair. “Are you alright, Anakin? Did I hurt you?”

     “No,” he shook his head, his voice rough from their activities, “not at all, that was amazing, we definitely need to do that again.”

     Obi-Wan lifted up on his enbow again and slowly pulled out of Anakin, then hovered over him with a playful smirk, “I have noticed that you seem to quite like it when I take charge.” he leaned in and kissed his neck, his jaw, Anakin lazily lolling his head to the side and sighing. “I've also noticed that my good boy likes my praises.”

     “Ah, Obi-Wan,” Anakin moaned as Obi-Wan’s hand reached down to touch his very sensitive cock, “don't go starting something that neither of us can finish right now.” Then Anakin reached both of his hands up, his eyes all but closed already and said, “Now carry me to bed.”

     Obi-Wan chuckled, “I see I have accomplished my mission of tiring you out.”

     Anakin nodded and wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck, “I have never felt so thoroughly wrecked in my life, and now I need a nap. But you're not allowed to go back to meditation, I want to nap with you.”

     Obi-Wan shook his head fondly as he maneuvered his arms under Anakin then stood and lifted him. He laughed as he walked over and plopped them both down onto the bed, and Anakin immediately crawled up to tuck himself into his chest. “And you said I was an old man.”

     Anakin just smacked his chest lightly, but chuckled along with him, and it wasn't too long before they both passed out, happy and completely satiated.

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A/N:  Hello friends! I am finally here with an update. But I just wanted to let you know the rest of the updates might be a bit slow to come, so please be patient with me. My entire fam got covid again and I have gotten very behind in writing but I promise I will keep going! But please enjoy this chapter!

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Safe Haven Feels

Pairing: Gally x Reader

Rated: mature 18+ only! Smut and fluff!

Requested by: Anon

“Hello:))) just wondering if you could do one with Gally x reader. Maybe with the prompts: 65 and 93? Prehaps were they confess their feelings 7n the safe heaven, so fluff and smut..”

Prompt 65: “How do you think it feels?”

Prompt 93: “I’m glad I have you.”

We finally made it. All that time running, hiding, and fighting WCKD. We finally took them down and made it to the safe haven Vince has been on about. Honestly the place was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I can ever remember seeing. It was an island surrounded by a white beach and crystal blue water. The once undisturbed sands now had all of the immunes moving around on it. Setting up makeshift huts and bringing the supplies from the boat.

“Watch’s thinking about?” The voice asked next to my ear.

I jumped nearly coming out of my skin. I whipped around to see Gally trying to hold back a laugh as he held a large box of supplies.

“You scared the shit out of me.” I huffed.

“I know that’s what I was going for.” He chuckled.

“You’re an ass” I scolded him but couldn’t help the smile on my face.

“Yea, yea I know. Come on all hands on deck. You can admire the view later.” Gally said nudging me with his arm.

I nodded then followed him back to the ship. With every hand we hand helping it only took one day to get all the supplies off the ship. People were moving onto making the huts and other buildings we would need. When the sun finally set Vince called for a break. We worked hard enough today.

I sat around the fire with Gally on one side and Brenda on the other. I was halfway through my food when Brenda nudged me. I glanced up at her. She nodded for me to move closer.

“I haven’t seen things progress yet.” She said quietly.

I raised a confused brow at her. She smiled then leaned back to look over my shoulder. I followed her eyes to land on Gally. I instantly knew what she meant.

“We just kicked WCKD’s ass and just got to the safe haven. Give me time to settle in.” I whispered.

“Excuses” she whispered back.

“What?” I asked completely stunned.

“You’re just gonna keep giving excuses. After this one it’ll be you’re too busy helping set things up. Then you’ll be too busy with whatever job you’re given. It’ll just keep going on and on.” Brenda rolled her eyes.

“No it won’t I just need to get settled first is all.” I said softly trying not to pout from her words.

“Yea I’m sure” Brenda chuckled dryly and shook her head.

I went back to my original seat then glance beside me at Gally. He was finished with his food and now talking animatedly with Minho and Fry. I knew Brenda was right. I was just making excuses because I’m scared. What if I tell him and he laughs in my face? I don’t really think that will happen but it could. I sighed tilting my head up to look at the sky. I was quickly looking back at the group as someone else nudged me. This time it was Gally.

“You alright?” He asked softly leaning closer.

I felt the heat instantly rise to my cheeks.

“Yea” I squeaked.

I jumped from my seat discarding my food then putting some distance between me and the group of immunes. I’m so ridiculous. For years I was around Gally with no problem then he died, then he was alive, then Brenda had to bring my feelings into the light and now I’m a mess.

“(Y/N)?” Gally’s voice instantly had me frozen.

“You sure you’re alright?” He asked as he slowly walked closer.

“Fine” I cleared my throat.

“I’m fine” I smiled weakly up at him.

“You’re not a very good liar.” He smiled down at me.

“I know” I sighed then fell onto the grass.

I laid back staring up at the sky as I heard Gally chuckle. I kept my eyes on the stars as I felt him laying beside me in the grass.

“This place is beautiful isn’t it?” He asked softly.

“Yes it it” I whispered.

“You going to tell me what’s bothering you?” He asked suddenly keeping his eyes trained upwards.

“It’s not important. We don’t talk about this kinda stuff.” I said softly.

“Why don’t we?” I felt his head turn to look at me.

I kept my eyes on the sky.

“Cause I’m one of the guys right?” I asked a little colder than I intended.

“Well yea but what’s that have to do with anything?” He chuckled lightly.

I finally turned my head to look at him.

“How do you think if feels? To be looked at as just one of the guys when I want to be looked at differently.” I asked him seriously.

He looked taken aback for a moment.

“Differently how?” He asked in confusion.

I groaned feeling completely embarrassed.

“I don’t want you to look at me as one of the guys. I want you to look at me as someone you like.” I said softly.

“I do like you.” He said simply.

“No, I mean someone you see more than a friend.” I corrected.

Gally chuckled turning to lay on his side completely facing me.

“(Y/N), I know what you meant. I’m saying I do like you as more than a friend. I have since day one.” He smiled down at me.

“Wait, what?” I asked propping myself up on my elbows to look down at him.

“I always treated you as I one of the guys because before anything else you’re my friend and a damn good friend at that. But how could I not like a pretty girl who didn’t mind to get her hands dirty and can kick almost anyone’s ass? You may be one of the guys but you’re still the only girl I’ve ever had feelings for.” Gally said softly as he picked at the grass.

I was stunned. I had no words. Did he really mean that? Before I could think of anything to say Gally was getting to his feet. I just laid on the grass in shock looking up at him. He chuckled at the sight of me then grabbed my arms pulling me to my feet as well. He glanced over his shoulder at the group still around the fire. He placed his hand against my back then nodded for me to walk with him.

“Did you really mean all that?” I asked softly as I watched my feet.

“Of course. I’m so glad I have you even if it’s just as a friend. Although I’d love it more if you wanted to be more than friends.” He chuckled softly.

I stopped walking suddenly making Gally stumble slightly then turn to face me.

“That’s all I’ve wanted since I met you in the Glade.” I whispered.

Everything that was happening around us stopped the moment I felt Gally’s lips against mine. The sound of the ocean, the wind through the grass and trees, the loud chatter back at the fire all stopped. My eyes fluttered closed as I gripped the front of his shirt tightly like he might disappear. My back was suddenly against a tree making me realize we had made it to the tree line far from the other immunes.

I pushed Gally back then gestured for him to lay down. Once he was back on the grass I climbed onto his lap. I continued our heated kiss until his hands skimmed under my shirt. Just the feeling of his bare hands against my skin set me on fire. I sat back quickly pulling my shirt over my head. He sat up to do the same not taking his eyes off me. I kissed him again as his hands roamed my back. I felt him fiddle with the clasp of my bra for a moment then it unclipped. He tossed it to the side. I groaned softly as his hands gently caressed me.

I stood up suddenly taking my shorts of quickly. I rid him of his shorts as well before he had the chance to do it himself. My body was on fire and I couldn’t wait any longer. He groaned the moment I grabbed him with my hand. I sat back down then kissed him as I moved to sit back on him. The slow deep groan that left his lips was the most incredible sound I’d ever heard. His hands instantly grabbed my hips as I started to move against him.

“(Y/N)” he whispered as he grabbed my head and pulled me down to him.

He held my body against him as I continued to move. He kissed my lips, my forehead, my cheeks, my temple, and my neck. Anywhere he could reach he would kiss. His grip on me tightened as I moved faster. I could feel the foreign feeling grow in the pit of my stomach. I grasped as I clutched at Gally’s shoulders.

Just as I was about to scream for the mounting pressure Gally captured my lips with his muffling the sound as everything unraveled.

“Fuck” Gally gasped as his body tensed.

I collapsed on top of him breathing heavily. Gally hugged me to him then kissed the top of my head.

“As much as I hate to we should probably get back to the others.” He panted.

“Yea, you’re right.” I breathed out as I slowly got up.

We both got dressed slowly. Gally kept interrupting me by kissing different parts of my exposed flesh. I had to swat him away while chuckling so I could finish putting my clothes on. Once we were both dressed we made our way back to the camp. The first person to notice us was of course Brenda.

“Glad to see you gave up on those excuses.” She said with a mischievous smile.

“Yea, we talked it out.” I said shrugging.

“Mhm, looks like you did more than talk.” She laughed.

“What?” I asked in instant panic.

With a huge shit eating grin Brenda stepped forward picking a few pieces of grass and leaves from both mine and Gally’s hair.

“Your shirt is also on backwards.” She pointed to Gally with her smile still in place.

“Night you two.” She added then walked away.

“How does she do that?” Gally grumbled as he quickly fixed his shirt.

“No clue” I huffed out a laugh.

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Nemesis: Retribution (2)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SMUT FOR THIS CHAPTER. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, mentions of illnesses, momentary fluff, bit of angst care of Bucky, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, rejection, bullying, heartbreak, character death

A/N: I couldn’t resist not posting this early. Here you go. Next ones will probably take a while coz I have to be an actual adult for a bit. 

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A few days of rest was required to recover from a super soldier's punch. The doctors had said that you were lucky Steve hadn't punched you with full strength or else you would probably have a whole cracked rib cage. You were anxious to jump back in to training, not used to being idle for very long.

You were given some painkillers at the clinic and ordered to stay there for the rest of the afternoon for monitoring. When you woke up, it was early evening and a blonde super soldier was napping on a steel chair next to your bed. He jumped when you moved to sit up, his heightened senses alarmed and disoriented for a second before he quickly switched to repeatedly apologizing to you. You laughed out loud. It was just a little ridiculous to you to see such a commanding presence in the field so charmingly boyish and adorably embarrassed.

Steve was a comforting presence but to be honest you were hoping to see Bucky. You didn't get a chance to thank him since he left immediately after the doctors had ushered you into the examination room. Once you were cleared to return to training, you caught sight of his long brunette hair and the bright smile on your face couldn't be stopped. It was the glare he pinned you with that made you halt your approach.

He was back to his disapproval of your very existence.

You had to admit that it stung. You thought that you were getting somewhere with him after he helped you. At least somewhere outside of the realm of outward disdain. And maybe you were hoping just a little bit that it could lead down the road to him feeling the same about you.

The timing was perfect when you were assigned to your first official mission with the Avengers. It was a chance to prove your worth to the team and to Bucky in particular. A chance to maybe make him see you as more than just a troublesome recruit.

You came back from the mission with your head held high and absolutely glowing with confidence at the kudos from Sam and Natasha. The great Natasha Romanoff had complimented your sniping skills, picking off enemies in her area even before she could aim her own gun at them.

The first thing you wanted to do after getting back to the Compound was to tell Bucky. You wanted to brag a little bit and maybe even thank him for the mentoring. If he hadn’t been so hard on you then you wouldn’t have pushed yourself to be at this level. You were skipping down the halls of the Compound in search for him, clutching the bullet casing from your first official Avenger kill.

FRIDAY had informed you that he was in the training area and you were bouncing on your feet with excitement. As you entered though the place was empty, the rest of the agents having retired to the mess halls. You ventured further in, trusting FRIDAY’s intel until you heard some noises coming from the adjacent armory. You smiled, he must be cleaning his guns again.

As you got closer, the noise began to get louder until you could make out what was undeniably pleasured moaning, one low and gravelly while the other more high pitched. You should have turned away, if only for the privacy of the couple who was wrapped up in their passion, but your curiosity pushed you to come closer and peak through the small crack in the door.

The brief image that you saw made you instantly draw back, a shaking hand pressed to your mouth to silence the shocked gasp. You backed away slowly, your mind struggling to process what you had just seen, then your flight response kicked in and you ran like hell out of there. The scene was burning a hole in your brain and caused your skin to grow cold. Sergeant Barnes rutting hard against a woman wrapped around his waist, his glinting eyes locked with yours, and a cocky sneer on his face.

You didn’t go to dinner that night or to the team celebration for a successful first mission. You chose instead to lay in your bunk with tears burning in your eyes and trying to erase the memory of your discovery. Of course he was already dating someone. A man of his caliber was sure to have a line-up of gorgeous eager women at his disposal. He probably had no interest in boring recruits like yourself. The woman he was throwing into bliss must be some supermodel or high ranking spy. How did you even end up deluding yourself that you could possibly catch his eye?

The rest of your roommates filtered in after a few hours, chatting away noisily about the party. Anna had come to sit on the edge of your bed and ran a comforting hand along your arm, concern clearly etched on her face.

“I’m fine. Just tired. The mission really wore me out,” you muttered with a small smile. You weren't ready to talk about it yet.

“Personally I think I had better success today than all of you,” Kim’s shrill voice cut through the good natured conversations in the room.

She wasn’t part of the group taken on the mission, claiming beforehand that she was ill. A chorus of curious why’s rang out through the group and she preened at once again being the center of attention.

“Well I just had the fuck of a lifetime from none other than Sergeant James Barnes.”

The room of women burst into chaos; squeals of disbelief, rapid fire questions on how big he was and how good of a lay was he, were they dating now or was this a fuck buddy situation. Of course Kim was more than happy to entertain each question.

You tuned all of it out, the noise turning into an annoying ringing in your ear. You turned around to face the wall as the silent tears that refused to be contained any longer fell to wet your pillow. You barely registered Anna squeezing your shoulder or the words that Kim threw your way.

“Sorry, Y/N. I guess I was just more Bucky’s type.”

You curled yourself into a tighter ball as the pain in your chest radiated across your whole body. You had assumed wrong about Bucky. It seemed that he wasn’t opposed to dating new recruits.

He was just opposed to you.

The taunting from Kim continued on and you just couldn't take it any longer. You brushed the tears away, grabbed your sweater, and marched yourself to the door. You needed to get some air. You needed to get away. Anywhere but there. You wrenched open the door and almost came crashing straight toward a solid chest. Your eyes travelled up to lock with the kind blue gaze of Captain America. You wondered why Steve was standing at the doors of your bunkers holding a pack of beer in his hand.

"Good evening, ladies," he said to the room of now suddenly speechless females. "I'm just going to borrow Y/N for a bit."

The crowd remained in shocked silence while you stared at him in confusion as he smiled sweetly down at you. He had gone looking for you when he didn't see you at the celebration after Natasha and Sam had sang your praises to him at your performance. He wanted to congratulate you and bring you a drink for a job well done.

"Come on. I know a good spot," he said, placing a hand on your back and guiding you out.

Steve brought you to the top of an observatory in the Compound. It was quiet, peaceful, and offered a great view. He cracked open a bottle for you and the conversation just flowed naturally. He kept making you laugh until your sides hurt with stories about his time as a performer in the military and all the unfortunate videos that came with it. You were crying with pure joy when he relented and re-enacted his buy military bonds act, your earlier darkened mood forgotten for the moment.

Steve felt like he did something right when your glassy eyes and defeated expression was replaced with clear amusement. Even if it was at his expense. He wouldn't ask what the reason was, but he felt happy he made you feel better.

"Thank you, Steve," you muttered before you parted ways. Somehow both of you understood that it was more than just for the drink.

You promised yourself then that you would give yourself tonight to weep over your unfortunate romantic feelings. Only for tonight. Come morning you would focus all your energy on what you actually came here to do; become an Avenger. You slept fitfully that night, the shell casing from your first mission still gripped in your hand.

You made a conscious effort after that day to limit your interactions with Bucky and Kim to polite clipped conversations. At first Bucky had been surprised at your change in attitude, your blank expression and sparse words causing a momentary guilt to flash in his eyes. You had chosen instead to spend more time with Steve and the twins, your mood obviously brighter around them.

You were sitting now in a large conference room for a briefing on the next mission with a handful of other recruits when Sam Wilson sent you out to fetch the rest of the Avengers who were running late and not responding.

"Can you get them for me, sweetheart?" he chuckled, knowing that you blushed uncontrollably each time he used a nickname on you.

FRIDAY had directed you to the private common room exclusive for their use. You were about to knock on the door when you heard your name in the middle of what sounded like a heated argument. Against your better judgement, you leaned in closer.

"I don't think Y/N's cut out to be part of this team."

Your heart dropped. The conviction in Bucky's voice was clear. It was one thing for your infatuation with him to be forcefully thrown back at your face, but for him to explicitly state to a set of people that you held at such high esteem that you were not good enough was a whole other vicious heartbreak.

Lily was wrong. This time you should have known when to quit.

You forced yourself to crack the door wider and step inside, clearing your throat to announce your presence. You didn't see the startled look on their faces or the guilty one that followed when they realized that you had heard. One look at your sad glistening eyes that refused to look up confirmed it. Natasha and Steve both threw Bucky a deadly glare.

"Sam wants you all at a briefing. I was sent to come get you."

Your voice was so small and unsteady, none of the easy happiness and optimistic determination that it usually carried. Bucky felt the shame burn through him, the guilt drowning him in an instant. You weren't supposed to hear that. He took a step towards you, instinct driving him to do anything to wipe that defeated look off your face, but a threatening look from the twins pinned him in place.

"We'll walk back with you, little star," Pietro said softly, appearing beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Wanda came on the other side, looping your arm with hers.

For the rest of the briefing, you strained with the effort of focusing on Sam while blatantly ignoring Bucky. You knew he was staring a hole at the back of your head, but you couldn't allow yourself to give him any satisfaction by looking back. You were soon assigned your tasks, you being placed on sniper duty again having performed well the last time.

It was supposed to be a run of the mill mission for intel and taking out a criminal base, but with the expectation of more hostiles so a slightly bigger team was necessary. You practically flew out of the room when you were dismissed, not giving anyone a chance to talk to you. A decision was solid in your mind now for when you got back.

This would be your last mission.

The ride on the jet to the location was spent with you cleaning your gear and checking your weapons. You were sliding a few knives in place when Bucky came in front of you holding out another set of knives for you to take.

"You know if you tilt the hilt to the left you can fit more in one holster," he said.

It was odd hearing him with almost warmth in his tone toward you. If it had happened yesterday, you probably would be celebrating this fact. You nodded at him, but didn't say a word.

"Remember to keep your head low and stay on your post. Okay, doll?"

You nodded wordlessly again. Because you made a point not to look at his face, you missed the way he was struggling to say more to you and the disheartened look when you obviously weren't going to answer him. You ignored him for the rest of the ride, choosing to focus on reviewing the intel.

As far as bad intel could go, this had to be the worst. You were perched up on a densely covered hill a good distance away from the base that the rest of the team were storming. You were picking off as many hostiles coming out of the base as quick as your hands would allow. Your fingers were starting to ache from the constant reloading, your eyes stung from the gunpowder, and your lip was already bleeding from biting down on it.

The noise in the comms was pure mayhem. Each team member trying to ask for help, for backup, for a plan. You had all come expecting a fight but not an army prepared to defend. You were certainly not expecting HYDRA.

"They have Bucky."

Three words spoken that sent a cold dread to wash over all of you. HYDRA couldn't be allowed to take Bucky. You abandoned your post without a second thought and sprinted down toward the base, pistols at the ready for anyone coming your way.

"Last location," you asked urgently as you slipped into the building shooting down two agents immediately.

"West wing. Near the last corridor," Steve grunted, clearly having a hard time on his end. "Y/N, do not engage!"

"I'm the closest one, Cap."

"I'm close too. Just a little busy," Natasha huffed. "I'll follow, Y/N. Steve, we need to get the hell out of here."

Steve had reluctantly agreed, seeing that there was no other choice. He quickly barked orders and commanded you to keep safe. You nodded although he couldn't see it as you wove through the corridors at full speed in search of your teammate. The moment you barged into that last room, your eyes found an unconscious Bucky immediately.

Seeing him in that chair horrified you; shirt ripped, bleeding in several areas, skin pale and cold with sweat, chest rising and falling far too rapidly, and eyes that were unresponsive. You were so distracted by the jarring image that you failed to notice the operatives across the room until the bullets were burning through your soft flesh.

You screamed from the pain, but raised your gun and fired back until you heard their bodies thud heavily on the floor. You clutched at your side, the amount of wet blood pouring out was alarming. You pushed your own welfare aside and hurriedly undid Bucky's restraints. It was a struggle to sit up a semi-conscious super soldier and when you took his weight on your shoulders, you collapsed to the floor at the intense pain in your arm. You hadn't realized that you had multiple shots there too.

You gritted your teeth and groaned at the effort of lifting you both up, your blood soaking through your gear as well as Bucky's. You huffed painfully with each step but you just had to get him out of there. You could have kissed Natasha square in the mouth when you saw her come barreling towards you.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!" she winced at your state before taking Bucky's other side. Apparently you looked as bad as you felt. "We gotta move fast. I hear more of them coming up this way. This path is clear."

Having Natasha's help in carrying Bucky alleviated some of the burden from you and made you all move faster, but the blood loss was already starting to make your vision blurry and the adrenaline was wearing off. Through the haze, you could also hear the rapidly approaching footsteps. Soon you would be basically useless and you knew there was no way Natasha could carry you both out while fighting off a hoard of enemies.

"Natasha," you said quietly, your steps faltering.

"No. Keep going goddamn it!" Natasha cried.

She knew what you were thinking. She had assessed the situation too and come to the same miserable conclusion. You smiled sadly at her angry eyes and shaking head as you let go of your hold on Bucky. Her eyes widened further as you limped toward the doors behind you and locked them tight before raising your guns to aim right at anyone who would come through them.

She didn't miss how your hands were shaking and your shot arm could barely hold up, the way you scowled deeper in pain with each movement, or how your uniform was soaked in your own blood and slowly forming a pool at your feet. Ghastly as you looked, you turned your head and tossed her another gentle smile. You were basically going to use yourself as a human shield for them and yet you were comforting her. You were reassuring her.

"Check on my sister for me, yeah?"

Natasha wanted to insist on another plan. Anything other than leave you behind to hold off the nearing enemy units. Shouting and gunfire from the other side of the door forced her to make a decision. She cursed sharply under her breath and dragged Bucky away with her, the regret heavy on her heart for having to leave you behind.

You stepped further back and supported your weak body against the wall after Natasha had thankfully left. The enemy was trying their hardest to barge through the door, ramming into it and shooting their guns at the locks. It wouldn't be long now before they manage to breach it.

You took a moment to spare a thought for your sister. A part of you was saddened to think of her grief after she finds out that you had done the most heroic thing anyone could ever do.

Sacrifice.

Another part of you was relieved knowing that she had Jill and she wouldn't be alone in that grief. When you decided this morning that this would be your last mission, you didn't necessarily expect it to be in this way.

"I'm sorry, Lily."

Natasha managed to get Bucky back to the jet where the rest of the team were all converging, still fighting off operatives chasing after them. There just didn't seem to be any end to them.

"I'm going back for Y/N!" she yelled to the team as she dropped Bucky on the floor of the jet. There was no time to be gentle, she had to hurry back to help you out.

"What do you mean? Where the hell is Y/N, Nat?" Steve shouted as he grabbed her arm.

"She stayed behind to hold off the ones chasing us so we could get out. I have to go back!"

"I will go. I can get her out," Pietro volunteered at once but he doubled over immediately from the extensive wounds on his torso.

Natasha was already sprinting back into the compound, not willing to waste another minute. She made it only a few feet before the entire facility exploded into a fiery inferno that quickly ravaged it and threw her farther back.

The entire team watched in horror as the explosions continued on several parts of the structure. The area was quickly getting engulfed by the flames and smoke. Steve had to force everyone onto the jet and bodily carry a shell shocked Natasha.

No one could have possibly survived that.

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Natasha steadied her breath as she quietly landed on a perch high above in the rafters of a seedy warehouse. Wanda joined her seconds later, weaving her magic to better cloak them. The other twin was running a lap around the perimeter and would join them later.

She was assigned weird missions all the time. Missions that had very little to doubtful intel was common. This mission though was by far the strangest she's ever gotten. There was a very small list of vague things that were told to them; the time and location, not to intervene, to remain unseen until the target was ready, bring the target to the Compound.

She was slightly annoyed, but she complied anyway. She was curious too as the mission was given in secret to only the three of them. A million questions was speeding through her mind as she observed the activity below. It looked like a regular run of the mill drug den filled with busy workers and roving guards.

"How many, Wanda?" Natasha whispered.

"I sense more than 25 of them. All armed, but with much fear."

A gust of wind signaled the return of the other twin. He had a frown on his face and a concerned look in his eyes. "There is another one, but this one does not seem to be with them."

Natasha was starting to sincerely doubt this mission when a fast movement from the shadows caught her eye. By the way the twins perked up too, they surely had seen it. They followed the figure as it slipped through the darkness, almost losing track if they hadn't noticed that the guards were quickly dwindling in number. Natasha was growing worried, this was surely a highly skilled group of assassins. Pietro must have been mistaken. They were clean and efficient too.

All of a sudden a gunfight broke out below them. A figure completely clad in black, strolled casually out from the shadows with a pistol in each hand firing precisely at their targets. They confidently charged closer, unfazed as they greeted the gunfire. They continued to tear viciously through the crowd with a deadly mix of combat, bullets, and blades. 

The workers had drawn their weapons by now as well, but they were quickly killed off with barbaric aggression. It did not take long for the floor below to become a sea of blood and lifeless bodies. One person remained barely alive, hanging on to his middle to keep his internal organs from spilling out from the wide gash. The attacker came to him, nonchalantly stepping over decimated bodies. They couldn't hear what was exchanged from this distance, only the choked scream that followed as he was stabbed straight through the throat. His blood spurting out like a broken faucet.

Natasha had been in this profession for a while, but she has never seen this level of unrestrained violence.

One person.

One single person had cleared out a base of approximately 30 people. Natasha was growing more and more worried. Clearly this person was at the very least an enhanced and even with the twins with her, they were not prepared to face someone powered.

What kind of bloodthirsty lunatic does this?

"You can come down now."

All three of them froze in place. Looking down, the attacker was staring right at them with cloaked eyes. Reluctantly and very slowly, Wanda used her powers to float them down carefully keeping a good distance from this murderer.

From this close they could now see that they were in full military tactical gear in what was originally all matte black, but now had an explosion of dripping red. Combat boots, fitted cargo pants, a long sleeved shirt underneath a tight bulletproof vest, gloves, a loose hood over their head, and a cloth mask around the lower half of their face.

"Should have known something was up when my team mentioned seeing a really fast man."

The shivers that travelled through every expanse of skin on Natasha, was a reaction to that voice. It sounded strangely familiar yet unknown, but something in her mind was denying her from piecing it together. The moment the hood was dropped to reveal their eyes was when she spiraled into a complete icy shock. They were eyes that had haunted her for the past ten years. Haunted all of them. The only difference was that the eyes in her memories were smiling warmly.

The bloodied face mask was lowered to reveal a face they mourned, unmistakable and yet completely different. White raised scars branched out like weaving vines from the right side of the neck to just above the jaw and the ears. They were obviously old and healed but still raised and prominent, adding an even more dangerous edge to the menacing look on their face.

Your face.

"Hello, Natasha. Pietro. Wanda."

10 years after they had watched you tragically perish in a burning HYDRA facility, you stood before three of a group of people you had unknowingly tormented all these years.

The earpiece you wore crackled to life. "Blackbird to Hedwig. I have a visual. Should I shoot them?"

You smirked. There was no need for that. At least not right now.

"Hey, Blackbird. Tell Raven I'll be late for dinner. I have a reunion to get to."

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A/N: Tell me which pairing or combination in this harem you’re most looking forward to. Smut or otherwise. I’m still rearranging scenes and working out smut. There is a long list of kinks. I need help.

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I Would Do Anything You Asked Me To

This was supposed to be finished for the #vicficwriterchallenge earlier this month but life got in the way. I liked the prompt and lil fic so I figured I’d post it anyway. This is my first fic in the fandom too x

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer thinks he can hear Y/N moaning his name through the walls. But he has to be imagining things.

Category: Sort of smut, sort of fluff, and a lil teensy bit angsty 

Warnings/Includes: smut, sexual language, voyerism, masturbation (both male and female), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed

Word count: 2000 words

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There’s been tension for a while.

It’s been building steadily and slowly over the past few years. Spencer’s pretty sure it’s all been coming from his end though. Why would Y/N even give him a passing thought in a romantic context, she’d been his best friend from the jump, taken to him the second she’d joined the team. They had the same embarrassing sense of humor, the opposite taste in movies, and nothing but love for each other. But it was strictly platonic. So platonic that they’d bunk together in hotel rooms for most cases, staying up reading in side by side twin beds, or talking nonsense a little too late into the night given they always seemed to have such a long day ahead.

But lately things felt different.

One evening in Kansas Spencer thinks he can hear a faint moaning coming from the bathroom while he’s skimming through a hardback. The walls in this place are bordering on paper thin but he thinks that it sounds like moaning, muffled just a little by the hum of the shower running. When Y/N comes out, steam billowing behind her as she gently dries her hair with a towel, he thinks she looks flushed. He thinks it must just be from the hot air and doesn’t linger on the thought for long.

That is until the following week in Louisiana. The walls are a little thicker but the shower’s definitely not running this time. It’s been shut off for a few minutes when he hears the same breathy moans. And it’s unmistakable when he hears his own name tumbling from her lips, the way she always says it, just, different. When she emerges this time he’s staring her down, without really meaning to.

“Did you call me?” he asks, puzzled. She shakes her head, pulling a confused expression, but the tips of her ears start to glow pink, matching the strap of her bra that he can see falling down her shoulder. God he wishes he hadn’t noticed that.

The next time it happens is markedly different.

It’s in Texas, and Spencer gets to the room late. Not by a lot, but longer than he’d like. One of the officers at the station had some follow up questions that kept him lagging behind the rest of the team. All he wanted in the world was to collapse straight into bed and try and string together at least a few hours of sleep. It’s late so he opens the heavy fire door as gently as he can, pushing it closed behind him softly. He doesn’t want to wake Y/N but it becomes increasingly apparent that there’s no fear of that.

He thinks he can hear her voice, calling out for him, but when he rounds the corner that’s not the case. Y/N is splayed across her bed, legs spread with her hand buried between them. Sweet but filthy moans are falling from her softly parted lips, her eyes screwed shut with intensity as her fingers worked inside of her.

“Fuck” Spencer whispers, it’s quiet and involuntary but he drops his bag on the ground without thinking about it and it lands with a thud. He ducks back around the corner before her eyes open but she stops immediately.

“Spence?” she calls out into what looks like an empty room, “Spence wait!”

“I’m just—” he swallows hard, “I’m gonna shower before I hit the hay” he’s aiming for nonchalance but it comes out somewhere between childish and awkward. If she responds he doesn’t hear, he’s locked the bathroom door behind him in a hurry, slumping against it.

Spencer wants to forget about it, or maybe he doesn’t. He’s carding through the memories as he lets the water trickle over him. Hearing his name echoing around his head just the way she’d moaned it twice now. His hand was braced against the cold tile while he stroked along his hard length, the images of Y/N spread completely across the bed not 2 feet from him with her fingers deep inside herself. Her head falling back against the pillows in ecstasy. He can’t help but think about what she’d been imagining herself.

It doesn’t happen for a while after that.

They hardly speak really, and thankfully for Spencer there’s no need to double up on rooms for a little while. Now he’s just got to get a hold of himself while he’s around her on cases, or in the office. Which wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t sit at the desk opposite him, or the seat next to him on flights. Or if her hair wasn’t so beautiful in the way it cascaded over her shoulders, or worse still, when she gathered it all to one side, exposing the planes of her neck to him while she worked.

Spencer was managing to keep his urges, and his feelings, mostly at bay. But really who was he kidding, they were bubbling just below the surface and they had been for far longer than this had been going on.

In Florida 3 weeks later they’re stuck sharing a room again. Hotch didn’t really give either of them an option this time anyway, why would he presume anything had changed between the two of them. And really it hadn’t, it had just become, awkward?

This became painstakingly clear as they walked into the room together.

“I’ll take this one?” Spencer half-asked as he dropped his go-bag by the edge of the bed nearest the window.

“I’m easy” Y/N responded, walking to the other and sitting on the edge of it, hands resting in her lap. “Spence?” she ventured, it tumbled out of her like a whisper, he almost missed it, so he pretended he did.

“Mind if I grab the first shower?” he asked, without waiting to hear for an answer he made his way into the bathroom. He washed the day off his skin, scrubbing against it harshly with the sad hotel soap out of frustration more than anything else. Y/N had been his best friend for so long, and these complicated feelings didn’t negate that. This friendship was invaluable to him but he’d be kidding himself if he promised he could shake these feelings for good. Everyone he’d ever dated, or thought about dating, no matter how flawless, just wasn’t her. They didn’t have her laugh, her smile, her kindness, the fire inside that she possessed was missing in everyone but her.

Every time she’d even made an allusion to a date with someone his stomach would sink. He wasn’t proud of that but it was true. His heart would ache at the thought of some other man getting to be with her, in any way at all. Of course Spencer and Y/N would go out for dinner, or a movie, or whatever on their days off, but once he was in the privacy of his own room later that evening he’d imagine where they could’ve ended up.

In his bed together, holding each other close. Maybe he’d place soft, sweet kisses all over her cheeks, peppering her neck and jaw with them first thing in the morning. Other times he’d think about how he’d grab her and pull her by her hips, letting his fingernails dig into them as he fucked her from behind, shaking the more precarious items off his desk.

This time however he was thinking about her in that damn hotel room again. Getting herself off and whimpering his name, like maybe she hoped that it wasn’t her fingers but him buried inside her.

When he finally left the bathroom he’d almost hoped she’d be asleep. And prayed that she wouldn’t care enough to ask him whatever question he’d dodged before heading in there. But Spencer had never been a lucky guy.

“Spence?” she called out again, soft and timid. Y/N was in a nightdress, it was small and satin and baby pink, and his shoulders tensed at the sight. He was distracted enough to forget that she was perched, legs crossed, in the centre of his bed.

“Y/N, I’m by the window” he had to force the words out of his ever so slowly closing throat.

“Spence!” she called yet again, harsher this time, trying to get his full attention.

“What!?” it came out a little louder, a little meaner than he meant it to. It was just misplaced frustration. Frustration with himself, with the whole situation, but never at her.

“Sorry Y/N” he breathed, letting his eyes drift closed in a effort to calm his nerves.

“It’s alright” she soothes, bringing herself up to her knees so she can move closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to Spencer. She’s still shorter than him even perched up like this, and he's trying desperately to ignore the way he can just about see down her nightdress with the way she’s kneeling.

“Spencer.” she states his name calmly, “If I had—” she cuts herself off, taking in an unsteady breath. It doesn’t look like it helps all that much. She reaches out to him but pulls back before she can really make any physical contact. Torn.

“Fuck it” she huffs and looks up to make direct eye contact with him now, unwavering, and he’s got no idea where her bravery’s come from all of a sudden, and really neither does she. “That night in Houston” she breaks for just a second, “If I’d asked you to stay, would you?” her eyes remain fixed on his, waiting for a reply that’s stuck deep in his throat.

“Y/N, I—” he shakes his head, “What are you asking?”

Her head falls to the side in a universal gesture for ‘are you kidding me?’

“You know what I’m asking Spencer, I was calling for you, trying” her eyes screw shut as she pinches the bridge of her nose “would you have stayed?” she looks up at him now, her eyes full of uncertainty and what he thinks could be sadness.

Spencer’d been a coward. He knew that already. He’d been a coward from the second he’d noticed these feelings for Y/N, scared that they’d damage their bond, or that she wouldn’t reciprocate. Because really he had no reason to believe anyone would return those sorts of feeling for him, least of all the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He could scarcely let himself imagine scenarios where she liked him, like that. But here she was, in the flesh, in a fucking satin nightgown offering herself to him. And apparently not for the first time.

Spencer knew he’d been silent for too long, and honestly he didn’t have a verbal answer he could give that wouldn’t be an entire fucking poem. So instead he grabbed her, a strong hand pulling her face to his to engulf her lips in a kiss. Rougher than he probably mean it, his teeth almost clashing with her own as their mouths opened for one another, tongues delving in deeper exploring and working against the other. He could feel the tiny moans she let out vibrating against his lips only encouraging him to prolong the kiss for as long as he could, breathing deeply thorough his nose in the hopes that maybe he’d never have to remove his lips from hers ever again. But Y/N knew better, pulling away gently to look straight into Spencer’s glimmering eyes.

“Would you?” she asks once again, her pout is flushed and almost swollen and he catalogues that image so that he can remember it forever.

“I would do anything you asked me to” It escapes him without thought, and it’s true. And it’s the best he can do right now without pouring out his entire heart and soul in this stupid hotel room.

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A Little Homey Touch

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky start over and you two decide to hang out...at his place. [cue Bucky freaking out]

A/N: set in the Rectify universe, if you haven't read the Rectify mini series, please do!

A/N2: this doesn't have anything to do with the new ep btw. i just saw Bucky sad in the ep and I was like "NOPE! I NEED SOME FLUFF!"

You: hey

Bucky: hi

You: wanna hang out?

Bucky: I have an appointment today. We can meet after?

You: You sure you won't be mentally exhausted afterwards?

Bucky: I'm sure. Seeing you will be refreshing.

You: Well if you're sure....

Bucky: Pretty sure, doll.

You: Fine, but I'm coming over to yours and I'm bringing food.

Bucky: okay.

It wasn't okay. It absolutely wasn't okay. Bucky looked around to his very bare apartment. The living room only had his tv, the tv stand, a his chair, and table beside it.

He hadn't thought much about furnishing his apartment. He never thought he'd have someone over. But then again, you were an unexpected thing. A good unexpected thing. Sure, the basis of your friendship was...unconventional and Bucky had betrayed your trust. But out of the goodness of your heart, you'd given him a second chance and he has made a conscious effort to no never take it for granted.

Bucky looked at the time and he had an hour until his appointment. That wouldn't give him enough time to run out to a furniture store and buy some items and assemble them. He was starting to get a little anxious, but he remembered, logically, you probably wouldn't make him feel bad about the look of his home. You'd find something good in it, like how you found something good in Bucky.

He sighed and rubbed his metal hand on the back of his neck. Maybe he'd at least find a rug or something to give his home a little flavor...but how the fuck does one shop for a rug?

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The sessions with Dr. Raynor have gotten slightly better. Bucky is still stubborn, but he's being more open about you. Every time she asks about you, she sees Bucky's aura change. She makes it a habit to ask about you at least once during every session.

"Any plans for the weekend? Will you be seeing Y/N again?"

Bucky bites back the smile the wants to appear on his face and he clears his throat, "Um, yeah, actually, she's coming over to my place after this."

"Really?"

He gives a curt nod, "I'm nervous. My place isn't...I haven't put much thought into it. There's barely anything there really."

"Well from what you told me, I'm sure Y/N will be understanding. She knows everything now, right?"

He nods, "Yeah."

"Does she know you're getting involved with Sam again?"

He shook his head, "I don't-she can't be dragged into that. I keep her separate from all of that. I have to. I can't let anything happen to her again because of me." blurted out, realizing this is something he has yet to share with Dr. Raynor and she immediately caught it as well.

"Is that what you fear, hurting her again?"

He looks down at his lap and rasps, "Yes. She's an orphan because of me, I betrayed her trust. She gave me another chance, doc. I can't mess it up again and letting her in on that part of my life will definitely mess things up."

"You want to pursue a romantic relationship with Y/N, yes?" Bucky nods and Doctor Raynor continues, "And Y/N told you her one condition was that you are to be honest with her, yes?" Bucky nods again, "So it seems to me that you keeping your involvement with Sam away from her isn't upholding that promise. You already experienced what happens when you keep secrets, James."

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Bucky is pacing in his living room, his feet scruff against the plain black carpet that he quickly purchased from a store some blocks away from him.

He's going through his head what to say to you, how he should word it-

Ding dong!

He freezes at the sound and stares at the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Buckyyyyy!" you sing his name and he suddenly feels a rush of butterflies in his stomach.

He gulps and runs his gloveless hands down his pant legs. He walks over to the door and opens it. You give him a smile and hug him, "Hi!"

Bucky hugs you back and looks at the item in your hands, "Your picnic basket?"

You nodded, "I figured we'd have a picnic!"

Bucky cocked a brow and looked out his window to see that it was pouring down, "Uh, I don't think that's gonna happen, Y/N." he says with a chuckle and you roll your eyes, pushing your way past him and into the apartment.

"You don't have to go outside to have a picnic, Bucky." you look around his apartment and notice the lack of furniture and sentimental items and hum to yourself, "Very spacious."

Bucky gulped and closed the door, rushing up to you, "Yeah, uh, I haven't really care for decorating and stuff."

You shrugged, "It's fine. I kinda like it. Very minimalistic." you sit on the new rug and run your hand on it, "Soft."

Bucky stands there staring down at you. As he suspected, you found the good in his bare apartment. He watched as you began to take out tupperware filled with different foods.

You looked up smiling at him and nodded to the tv, "Wanna pick something we could watch while I set everything up?"

"Oh, sure." he grabs the remote and starts surfing through the channels for a movie to put on. He finds one called Fast and the Furious.

"Oh, I haven't seen this in a while!" you exclaimed as you hand Bucky a plate of pasta with garlic bread.

You two sit beside each other, eating while watching the movie. Bucky didn't expect to actually like the movie as much as he did. He thought it was gonna be some movie about cars, but it's much more than that.

Halfway through the movie, Bucky mindlessly wraps his arm around you, and then he yanks his arm back, "Sorry!"

You softly smile at him and take his arm back, wrapping it around you, "It's okay."

You lean into him and Bucky's praying that you can't hear how loud his heart is pounding.

Soon enough the movie is over and Bucky helps you wash out some of the tupperware and dishes.

"How was your appointment?"

He shrugged, "Fine. Same as usual. Talk about if I had any nightmares, how I'm doing on my amends."

"How-How are you doing with those?"

Ever since that day and the day you made up, you two haven't spoken about his amends. It felt like a taboo thing to talk about.

He shrugs, "I'm making progress."

You nod, "That's-That's good."

"I also talked about you. Doc asks about you a lot now."

You look at him confused, "Why me?"

He shrugs again, "Probably caught on that talking about you makes me open up more."

"It does?"

"Mhm. And....you make me happy." he looks away from you, feeling his cheeks heat up, instead focusing his attention on washing the fork in his hand.

Then he feels it, your lips on his cheek. They were just as warm and soft as the first time you kissed him at the cemetery, and then when he kissed you.

"You make me happy too, Bucky."

You then walk away from the kitchen and to your bag, pulling out a camera. You go back to Bucky, holding the camera out in front of you and him, "Smile!" He doesn't, but looks at the camera anyway.

"You didn't give me enough time!" he exclaims with a laugh.

And you throw your head back in laughter as you pull the film out from the camera, setting it on the ocunter, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Again!" you hold the camera up in front of the both of you, "CHEEEEESSE!"

Another flash goes off and a whir, then another film falls out. You place it beside the other picture and continue helping Bucky with the dishes as they develop.

Once you're done, you swipe them up and show Bucky, "Look!" you laugh at Bucky's confused face in the first one and say, "I'm keeping this one. You can have this one." You hand it to him and you to your bag in the living room, placing your picture and camera back inside.

Bucky stares down at the little picture in his hand and he smiles, feeling warm and bubbly inside. He looks at himself and he seems...happy. Genuinely happy.

He turns around and opens a drawer, grabbing some duct tape and ripping a piece off. You watch as Bucky enters the living room and tapes the small polaroid of the two of you on his blank wall.

He stands there, hands on his hips and nods, "There. Gives the place a little more of a homey touch, right?"

You giggle and agree, "Definitely."

He looks back to you and his eyes soften. He then kneels beside you, "Hey, so I have to tell you something."

Alarms start to go off in your head and Bucky immediately notices that you're starting to shut down. He shakes his head and cups your face, "No, no. Hey, it's-it's nothing too bad. I promise. It's just...I started working with Sam."

"Oh. On-On what?"

"This hostile group called the Flag Smashers. We've been working to take them down."

"How long have you been working with Sam on this?"

"About a month? He needs my help and-and I can't let him do this on his own. I didn't tell you about this because I wanted to keep you away from all of that, but if we're gonna do...this, I need to be one hundred percent honest with you. That was one your one condition after all."

"Are you being safe?" you ask with concern and he winces, "Well...as safe as I could be."

"Thank you for telling me, Bucky. I appreciate your honesty and I understand why you would want to keep this from me. You don't have to tell me every little thing you do with Sam. I just want to know that you're safe, okay? I care about you so much and I don't want anything to happen to you."

Bucky lets out a big sigh of relief, "The feeling's mutual, sweetheart."

You look at the time and give him a sigh, "I should probably go now."

"Okay," he murmurs and helps you to your feet, your bag and picnic basket in hand, "I'm glad you came over."

"Me too, Bucky."

He escorts you to his door and you walk out, "I'll make sure to have the place a lot nicer when you come back."

You shook your head, "You don't have to do that, Bucky."

"I want to. I haven't been treating this place like my home, but it is. It should look like it."

"Well, if you need help, I can take you to this place called Ikea. It's like Disneyland for interior designers."

Bucky chuckles, "Okay. It's a date then," he grins at you and you nod, "Talk to you later, Bucky."

You wave and head down the hall to the stairs and Bucky waits until he can't hear your retreating footsteps anymore.

He closes the door and heads back to the living room. He stops in front of the polaroid picture of you and him and whispers to himself, "Home."