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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Pride Lost, Feelings Found

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: @summerstardust “Could you do a Neville with a gender neutral reader. It can fluff/smut/bit of both 🤷, whatever you want. With the prompts: 4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?”, 12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.” and 17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Maybe where Neville is secretly crushing on the reader from afar and the reader is told, in some way, about this and he just runs away from the scene. Then the reader follows and finds him and tells him that they want to get to know him.

Don’t feel pressured to use this idea, though. I am just feeling a bit angsty at the moment. Thank you! :)”

Summary: It all crumbles down before Neville’s eyes, but it’s replaced with something he’d never expect.

Warnings: angst but it turns to fluff!!

A/N: Ok ok, if you want a part 2 with what happens after reader says that? Lmk and I’ll probably write it! I’m so sorry this took so long esp for one of my favorite readers. I hope you enjoy <3

4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?”

12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.”

17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Sometimes Neville wish he had never noticed (Y/n). But when you shine as bright as they did, how couldn't you notice? They bewitching, enchanting everyone around them with a simple smile, him included. However when miracles as amazing as (Y/n) come to be, so does a lot of attention. He adored everything about them, the way they always smeared their ink on their scroll when they wrote, how they’d walk into class every morning with that same sleepy expression, even down to the way they’d always have to pull their socks up because they got the wrong size and they’d fall down. They was his dream partner. But sadly, that’s the thing about dream lovers, they’re meant to stay dreams.

From as long as Neville could remember, he had been on the bottom of the social ladder. Hell, when your familiar (who is also a toad) causes a wild goose chase during your first years at a new school, it’s really not hard to understand why. If it had been someone else instead of him, he would've made fun of them too. He was a loser and no one would ever let him forget. Not his friends, not Malfoy, not anyone. But they did. In all his years at Hogwarts, (Y/n) had never made him feel like a loser. Every interaction the two of them had made him feel normal, like himself.

Granted every interaction they had was small. Accidentally bumping into them in the halls, a tight lip smile when eye contact was made. One time he thought (Y/n) was waving to him but was in fact waving to their friend behind him but luckily they hadn't seen (Malfoy definitely did..). Out of all the people who could have noticed the way he looked at them or the way his cheeks would turn red when they'd pass him it had to be Malloy. That was awful for a multitude of reasons. One being that for some reason, (L/n) and Malfoy were the best of friends. Everyday he wished that it was him who got sat next to them in potions instead of that weasel of a boy. The second reason being that despite knowing how Neville felt for them, he still had yet to do anything with the information. To most people, they’d be relieved if Malfoy found out one of their most personal pieces of information and had yet to do anything but, Neville knew better. Draco was a vile creature and if he hadn’t teased him about it yet, that surely meant something even greater was coming. Something truly awful and devastating.

The first week after Malfoy found out had Neville staying up to the break of dawn, stirring around restlessly at the thought of what he’d do. Would he spill something on him when he was set to have a class with them, tape a note to the back of his shirt with the information on it, or worse...no, no. Not even Malfoy was cruel enough to do that! If anything, if he was going to tell (Y/n) he’d probably do it when Neville wasn’t around so they could come up to him and reject him at random. Although it was sad, what got Neville to sleep at night was imagining that they already knew. That (Y/n) was more than aware and it was only a matter of time till they’d reject him and his life would go back to normal without any pesky thoughts of how beautiful he found them to be.

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Seamus’s words went in one of Neville’s ears and right back out of the other, sounding like white noise to the boy. He couldn’t listen to whatever idiotic thing he was going on about. How could he when (Y/n) was a few feet away, looking just as gorgeous as they usually did? It was hard not to focus on them, the way their pretty lips would curl into a smile, giggling at something one of their friends had said. He felt a smile grace his own lips at the sight, letting out a noise of protest as Ron chucked a cushion at his head.

“Are you even, listening Longbottom?” he heard him ask, still not ripping his eyes away from the (y/h/h) across the hall.

“You think they look at me? Am I invisible?” he asked in a hushed tone, as if he was to speak any louder, they would somehow hear them despite them being so far away. Seamus let out a loud snort, beginning to cackle as he slapped the boy on the back a bit too hard.

“Fat chance, Longbottom! You think (L/n) would notice you? They wouldn’t even notice me, and that’s saying something!” Seamus wheezed out. Neville shot him a pointed glare, fuming from the boy’s words. He shoved him off the couch, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not that people don’t notice you Seamus….it’s that they do for all the wrong reasons.” Dean pointed out, causing the other 3 to laugh, growing louder as Seamus failed to push himself off the ground.

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.” he froze at the sound of the cold voice, turning around to look at the platinum blonde prince himself. Draco stood their, smirking. Crabbe and Goyle tried to nod along when in reality, they had no idea what their leader was going on about. Neville gulped, standing up to face him completely.

“W-what do you mean?” he asked him, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. Draco simply shrugged, beginning to walk in the opposite direction. He turned around briefly looking the boy up and down.

“Means exactly what I said. Nothing more, nothing less. Well as much as I’d love to stay around and lose brain cells with you idiots, I’ve got better things to attend to.” and with that he left.

“Don’t worry, Nev. Draco is always just talk, I’m sure nothing will come of it.” Harry said, offering the boy a reassuring smile. Although Neville knew he meant well, he couldn’t stop the sinking, tight feeling in his chest. Draco had yet to do something so he had no reason to feel this way, but it was just a hunch that the worst was yet to come.

Even hours later, as Neville lay in his bed that night, all he could think about were the words that echoed throughout his head over and over.

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.”

He didn’t know if he was grateful for how vague that was or if it was the bane of his days. Draco could’ve meant anything by that, all he knew is whatever it meant the intent behind his words were less than kind. He turned again, sighing as he looked out the window. There was a full moon tonight, a beautiful silver halo of light dancing its way around it.

“Merlin, save me please.” he pleaded quietly, to no one in particular. Every bit of hope, every positive thought laced in his words. Although he prepared for the worse to happen, he had a sliver of hope that it wouldn’t. That tomorrow he’d wake up and his day would be as mundane as usual, just the way he’d like it. And if he was lucky (Y/n) would give him a small smile in the hall.

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Neville’s small sliver of hope had grown into an entire cake. Looking back on earlier in the week, he was worried for absolutely nothing! Malfoy once again was all bark and no bite which for once, he was glad for! He let out a sigh of content as he made his way from the library, heading in the direction of the main corridor. He saw Seamus give him an uncharacteristically serious look from the small crowd that was gathered around something. As he grew closer, in the middle of the circle he saw Draco stood on a crate as (Y/n) sat next to him, listening as he read something from a paper.

“Nev, you might wanna...might wanna leave.” Seamus whispered to him. However, he looked as people stared at him, some giggling while some look sympathetic.

“Why? What’s going o-”

“Here’s another one I found in his bin! ‘Dear (Y/n), although I’ll never give you this letter, I can’t help but write about how amazing you are! When I saw you help that injured bird the other day, I wanted nothing more than to help you tend to it. I find it funny how even when you’re sad, you manage to brighten up my day.’ God how dorky is this loser? I can’t believe he fancies you so much (Y/n)!” Draco howled in laughter, a few others joining him. Neville found himself at the forefront of the circle, frozen in his spot. That was his letter! He had started writing them as a way of coping with his feelings, knowing that the person he fancied would always be out of reach of him. “Anything to say for yourself, Longbottom?”

Neville felt tears well in his eyes, the warmth of them mixing with the heat of his red flushed face. “I...I..” he looked at (Y/n) who look like they had something to say however, he didn’t wanna stick around to hear it. Without another word, he ran off, tears streaming down his face as soon as he was far enough from anyone. In his time of despair, he ran to his only place of comfort. The one place that he wasn’t Neville, the loser who just had his feelings ripped from safe keeping in front of half the students in his year. The place where he was just Neville.

He took in a deep breath of the familiar muggy air of the greenhouse, relaxing slightly as he took a seat on the ground. “God I’m so stupid!” he wailed, tears flowing down his face. His crying grew harder, harsh hiccups shaking and jolting his body as he screamed into his knees. He knew there was a matter of time before (Y/n) was to find out, he just didn’t know it’d be like this. If this was just the pain from them learning about his feelings, he didn’t wanna know how bad he’d be wounded when they came to reject him. Neville’s head jolted up at the sound of soft footsteps making their way over to him. He noticed the familiar pair of black shoes, turning his head as they kneeled down in front of him.

“I thought you may be here! You always seemed so passionate about plants during herbology so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check here first.” (Y/n) said, placing a hand on the boy’s knee. He looked down at where they connected, feeling his face flush slightly from the contact. “You know, your friends care about you a lot. After you ran off, Ginny came up and socked Draco straight in the face. It was quite a sight really.” they let out a soft giggle at the memory. “Hermione went in to drag her off but when she saw how smug Draco looked, she couldn’t help but to join in. While they did that, your other friends set off looking for you and I did too.”

“Why?” he asked, catching their attention. The (y/h/h) gave him a confused look, tilting their head to the side. “Why did you come looking for me? Don’t you hate me now? Gross, stupid Longbottom having a crush on Hogwart’s sweetheart. How pathetic, huh?” he sniffled, ripping his eyes away from them. He knew if he was to continue to look, a completely new set of tears would be triggered.

“Why wouldn’t I? I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t! Although I don’t know much about you, I do know you’re a kind individual and you didn’t deserve what Draco did to you.” they said in a soft tone, moving into the spot next to Neville. They sat in silence for a moment before (Y/n) cleared their throat, looking over at him once more. “How long?”

“Pardon?”

“I mean, how long have you liked me for? I wasn’t even aware until today.” they queried curiously.

“I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed. I don’t blame you for not noticing though, we’re from two different worlds. You’ve got everyone in hogwarts begging for a moment of your time and you hang out with some of the most elite and prestigious people in the castle.” he sniffled some, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he set his hand down on the cold cement ground. “It was stupid of me to let my feelings last for so long.”

“Why was it stupid?” they asked, scooting closer to him. Neville turned to look at them, losing his breath at their closeness.

“Because you don’t feel the same..not that I expected you to. You didn’t even know I existed until today.” he let out a huff of air. (Y/n) bit the inside of their cheek before placing their hand on top of Neville’s, tangling their fingers together.

“You’re right, I don’t feel the same,” they started, tightening their grip as the boy began to get up. “But that doesn’t mean I never will. Let’s get to know each other a bit more.” they leaned in closer, the feeling of both of their breath being exchanged like whispers amongst their lips.

“Make me fall in love with you.”

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shinsouskitten · 4 years

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Shinsou Hitoshi nsfw alphabet

damn kat back at it again with the thirst i hate myself

Idk how I haven’t done a nsfw alphabet for my KING yet but I’m disappointed in myself for it

this post was mostly finished before the whole ‘this cold makes me feel like im dying’ thing so i just had to add a few and it was ready for publishing (bonus points if you can tell which ones were added in my cold-induced craziness)

Warnings: you know it, you love it, the thirsting of a lonely writer

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shinsou is a king when it comes to aftercare. Hot baths, massages, cuddles, you name it. You mean the absolute world to him, and he’ll go out of his way to show that, both in and out of the bedroom

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Shinsou can be pretty self critical, but if you pushed for an answer he’d probably say his hair, cause he knows how much you like it. For his partner, horny Shinsou would immediately go for your neck (literally too). He loves how a single kiss can turn you into putty in his hands, and he’ll leave marks in places he knows you can’t hide just to prove to the world that you’re his

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you, on you, he doesn’t really mind. Whatever you prefer, he’s happy with. If you want to get messy, he’s more than happy to help, but if not he’ll keep you clean (ish). Although he’s unlikely to admit it, seeing you swallow his cum ignites a fire in Shinsou, and sets up quite a few more rounds so he can give you a reward for being so good

D = Dirty secret (pretty clear, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shinsou’s pretty open with what he wants, but when you first start getting intimate there’ll be a few things he doesn’t really want to say in case he scares you away (he could never, but he still worries). He wants to experiment, but he makes sure he knows your boundaries before he suggests anything too out there. The thing he keeps secret for the longest is the desire to wrap your neck in a beautiful collar emblazoned with his name, simply cause he doesn’t want you to think it’s weird

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He does his research, but hands on experience is pretty limited before you. It’s a learning curve, both of you learning what makes the other tick, what causes you the highest amount of pleasure, and what to steer clear of

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves to see you ride him. It gives you the power to control the tempo, but also gives him a beautiful view to tip him over the edge of ecstasy. More needy Shinsou (aka when he’s in hornball mode) likes doggy style, cause it means he can pull your hair or hold you up against him and kiss your neck

G = Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

He’s not going to whip out a joke book in the middle of sex, but he’s also not going to act like an uptight secretary who’s only able to follow the rules (well, not unless you ask 👀)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keeps himself trimmed, possibly even shaved. It’s no nonsense and means it’s also more enjoyable for you if you’re giving him head

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

He’s an intimate guy, but he’s also not above teasing (though there’s another letter for that so I’ll keep on intimate for now). Like I mentioned in B, Shinsou can be pretty self critical, and sometimes he can get scared that you’ll leave him if he doesn’t prove how much he loves you, which to him means intimate sex and reassurance (aka, saying ‘I love you’ every two seconds)

J = Jack off (what are their views on masturbation?)

He does it when needed. He’s not insanely horny, so chances are if he is you’re there to deal with him. But if you’re not, and he’s especially needy, he’ll most likely call you up for a little phone session. The thought of you is incredible, but being able to see and hear you is even better

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think we all know the phrase kitty, right? Well inference leads me to believe that Shinsou would be down for trying out pet play. And yes, as I mentioned before, he would 100% have a collar for you with his name on it. I don’t take criticism for that one

L = Location (favorite places to do the dance with no pants)

More traditional. Sex between the two of you means intimacy, so he’d prefer privacy. You have yet to find a surface in your house he hasn’t tried to fuck you on. That being said, your comfort is of the utmost importance to Shinsou, so if he’s going to fuck you over the kitchen counter, he’s going to make sure you feel comfortable while he does it. So yes, that means he’ll take pillows off the sofa’s just to make you comfy

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going, etc)

You. Simple as. There are certain things that especially turn him on, such as you biting your lip or being extra attentive to him in what would seem like a normal scene to anyone else watching. Put your hand on his thigh when out at dinner and pay the price when you get home. Or maybe that was your plan all along

N = No (turn offs, something they wouldn’t do)

Shinsou never wants you to be in pain (well not unless you want to be in pain). He’ll leave hickies all over you, but that’s about as far as he’ll go with marking you. Maybe a spank here and there, but he won’t scar you or leave any marks that won’t be gone in a few days

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Shinsou prefers giving, but he’ll never say no to receiving either. He wants you to feel good, but if you decide to turn the tables he’s not going to deny you. Once you’re finished though, he’s repaying the favor tenfold. And just as a note, pull his hair when he goes down on you. He adores it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yes and yes. It all depends on the situation, his mood, the usual things. He’ll do whatever provides you with the most pleasure (while also allowing him to tease you)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

He doesn’t love them, but if they’re the only way to get some gratification then he’s willing (only if you are though). He’s careful about location, he doesn’t want someone walking in and ruining the whole thing, even if the risk of being caught makes everything a little more exciting. Chances are he won’t engage in quickies unless he’s been to the place at least once before (he wants to know which wall you’d look best pinned to). He has to feel slightly comfortable in the environment

R = Risk (how risky are they willing to be?)

He’s down for a little risk, but nothing that would be too mortifying for you. If he’s going to screw you somewhere other than your home, he’s going to vet the place over a lot, and find the best place where you have the comfort of being private but the thrill of being caught if someone were to venture too close to your hideout

S = Stamina (how long do they last? how many rounds?)

Freaking hell where does he get it from? Like, he just doesn’t stop. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you. Most of the rounds consist of him pleasing you, and he’ll only give in and finally fuck you when your throat is hoarse from begging, or when he feels the smallest amount of pity at the tears rolling down your face (did someone say crying kink)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

Vibrating panties. I said he doesn't physically act on desires when in public, but touching a remote isn’t the same thing as touching you, so he makes an exception. He’s not insanely cruel. For him it’s more about teasing that mortification, so if someone senses something’s wrong, he turns off the remote until they give up. But the moment they’re gone, it’s back stronger than ever

U = Unfair (how much do they tease?)

*roblox oof sound effect*

Once Shinsou gains his confidence with you, he’s not going back. His teasing is often coupled with praise, telling you how good you’re being for him while he denies you pure bliss again and again. He’ll edge you to hell and back if you give him the chance, but don’t worry, it’s worth it in the end

V = Volume (how they sound, how loud they are, etc)

Small moans and louder grunts are the main sounds coming from Shinsou when he’s enjoying himself. He swears a lot, and it’s always easy to tell how close he is to the edge by how creative his swears become. As for his partner, he wants to know how well he’s doing. He wants to hear you whine and beg while he edges you, and the pornstar-like moans that fill the air when he finally gives in and gives you what you really want

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

You think I forgot about his quirk. Ha, I could never. I said in my hcs that it takes a while for Shinsou to integrate quirk use into sex. As much as you assure him you’re in full trust, he’s anxious about the inability to say no when he has you under his control. The longer you’re together the more willing he is, but even when he does use it it’s usually a way to make edging even more dangerous, with you unable to resist his words when he tells you you’re not allowed to cum just yet

Okay maybe we have 2 wild cards this time cause I also wanna mention his capture weapon. Again, it’ll take a while for it to be available in a less-than-pg manner, but he’s more willing to use his capture weapon than his quirk. Main reason being, you can still use a safeword when tied up. But tying up goes both ways, so even if he prefers to be the one giving the pleasure, he’d never deny your wishes

X = X-ray (let’s have a looksee in those pants)

I’m trying not to be biased cause I love him so much but I feel like Shinsou’s kinda packing. A good 8.5-9 inches (no, I won’t take criticism) and on the skinnier side. But the amount of attention he gives you before his pants are even off means taking him is never difficult

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not the highest, but when you’re around it increases significantly. He’s not going to fuck you every time he sees you (I mean, he thinks about it) but he also isn’t a nun. It’s a good level, cause most days you can walk, and then on the weekends you’re a little bedridden

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s a bit of an insomniac, so screwing the energy out of him is one of the best ways to get Shinsou tired enough to sleep. He likes to hold you, so once he’s satisfied with the aftercare, he’ll crawl in bed for cuddles until the both of you pass out

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou smut #bnha shinsou #Shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou smut #mha x reader #mha smut

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bonesandthebees · 2 years

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Then we have the call and Hannah! I love this part. It’s so clear how Hannah just doesn’t care. They made an arrangement for blaziphane. As long as you don’t touch that, they don’t care who rules the planet. Everything they do is for their own gain. All they care about is their own people. The sirens (woman even more that men).

And Wilbur and Tommy don’t fall under that. They are male. They are half Sirens. They are too far removed from the crown to be important for inheritance. And Hannah has never met them so she can’t form any personal attachment.

I like how she clearly cares a lot about her own rules and etiquette, but not about those of other planets. Phil is not allowed to call her Hannah. That is her personal name. He needs permission to do so. Phil clearly doesn’t know that. I thought he had been told, though maybe that was just Ranboo. Maybe he knows but didn’t realise how big of a deal it was since he never tried to call Wilbur by his personal name and Wilbur decided to give what he gets for the title thing.

She doesn’t care for Eldignvger ettiquete either. Wilbur is older so Wilbur needs to introduce himself first. Which makes sense. To her he’s not a bastard because their system is maternal and his mother is her aunt. She could care less about who his father is if he wasn’t a human. She’s also slightly offended by the extra name. But like we saw in the flashback. They don’ care enough to make a fuss about it because Wilbur is male.

Also, I love how Wilbur can tell her Voice is strong even through a call. She’s next in line to be queen. She should nave the strongest Voice of them all. So she probably practiced. Also the methodology was really interesting and her outfit is really cool!

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lmao yup Hannah doesn't give a shit about anything but the blaziphane agreement. Themis is also a very snobbish planet, often thinking of themselves as better than most of the other planets in the galaxy. They don't have a lot of respect for outside customs and etiquette, which they know they can get away with because everyone is afraid of them!

the Myrina comment really pissed Hannah off for two main reasons. One, Phil didn't realize how much emphasis was put on the distinction between personal and formal names. Like he knows there's a distinction, but he figured that since Hannah shares the same name as her mother it would be easier to just avoid confusion and call her Hannah, not realizing what a misstep that was. Two, Hannah is the heir. She's not the Queen yet. she's literally the same age as Wilbur (maybe a year older?) so she's also used to being undermined for her age, especially by foreign politicians, so Phil trying to use her personal name instead of her formal, regnal name also hit a little too close to home with her desire to be seen as a full blown leader in her own right and not just a young princess. hence why she snapped at him so forcefully about it

yeah the Themisians don't give a shit about Eldingvegr etiquette. they don't care what the Eldingvegr royal bloodline is. Tommy and Wilbur are both royal through their Themisian side as well, so the Themisians are always going to default to that when it comes to etiquette. Themis also doesn't really care about the concept of bastards in general, considering most of their rulers are women so it doesn't matter so much who someone's father is. in Themis' eyes, Tommy's only leg up over Wilbur is the fact that he's the heir to Eldingvegr's throne, but ignoring that the two are on equal footing so things default to Wilbur considering he's older

yupppp her Voice is extremely strong. sometimes a siren with an extremely powerful Voice has a subtle hum under all their words even when they're not using it. it just bleeds through, and while it's not the same as them actually using the Voice to command people, it definitely adds an intimidation factor and gives whoever the siren is speaking to the sense that you do not wanna fuck with this person (also ty for the compliment on her outfit, it looks so cool in my head I was so excited to describe it)

#ask #spruce anon #the stars and their children

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freakynct · 4 years

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「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— jung yoon-oh

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jaehyun can get pretty rough without even noticing it but he never forgets to take care of you after he's done with you. he's the first one to get up, grabbing a warm wet towel to clean you up. he doesn't talk much during it, prefers to place gentle kisses over your skin after brushing the towel over it. helps you put on some comfortable clothes on and cuddles with you if that's what you ask for

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he's very proud of his body and his favorite body part on himself might be his abs. on you, it's definitely your eyes, he loves interesting and distinct eyes and loves staring into them, makes him feel closer to you

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

i think he doesn't have a preference when it comes to where to cum, he likes doing it everywhere, your mouth, inside you, your back, stomach, he's happy to cum wherever you want him to. i feel like he cums a lot and sometimes it can be messy but he lowkey likes that

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

jaehyun secretly loves to spend money on women. either going to the strip club and just spending the whole night throwing stacks of money to half naked women dancing in front of him or sticking bills in a stripper's panties while getting a private lap dance or, the most secret of his fantasies, paying some hooker to have sex with him. there's something about being able to afford all of these dirty fantasies and all of these women that makes him feel powerful and that turns him on so much

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like jaehyun is the most likely to get involved in one night stands and purely sexual relationships out of everyone, so i do believe he has a lot of experience and really knows what he's doing. i don't wanna say a specific number of people he has slept with but i'm guessing a lot

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

jaehyun loves any position that gives him power over you and where you look vulnerable to him, so probably one of his favorites is when he has you face down and ass up and he holds your arms behind your back while he thrusts into you. sometimes, if he's feeling a little bit more rough, he will even hold both your wrists with one hand and pull on your hair with the other

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i don't see jaehyun having sex in any other way but serious. he's really not the type to goof around with you when it comes to sex, it's something serious and sensual to him, not something to giggle about, i think he would feel a little awkward if that happened

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

we've seen his little happy trail so i think he definitely doesn't shave everything, i really don't see him doing that anyways. probably just trims it well and that's it

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

i think jaehyun really needs to be in a certain mood to make love to you, so it's either a very special occasion or he's feeling more emotional because otherwise i really see him as the type to prefer rougher sex most of the time and that's just how naturally he is. but don't be fooled, because when he does make love to you, he really knows how to be sweet and take really good care of you, don't forget that jaehyun is a softie at heart. i also think that jaehyun is one of the members that is more comfortable with having a purely sexual relationship, he doesn't need to be in a relationship to have sex at all

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think he jacks off regularly, probably 4-5 times a week. he needs it to let off some stress and relax. if he can't have someone to fuck then he won't hesitate to use his hand and he has gotten really good at it. he chooses a time when he's alone, most likely at night, pulls out some of his favorite porn that he probably already has saved, and starts stroking himself. he doesn't waste time teasing himself or edging, he likes to get straight to the point and cum as soon as he can. he only makes noise when he's actually cumming, groaning as he releases his seed over his hand

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

jaehyun has many kinks and probably hides a good portion of them, only fantasizing about them in his head. i feel like his main kinks would be power play, sir/daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, face fucking, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism and anything else that allows him to show his strength over you, he likes to feel powerful during sex

l; location (favourite places to do it)

i feel like having sex in risky places would turn in on beyond belief. he would particularly like to fuck you against a window, the thought of someone seeing how well he's fucking you making him even harder and making him fuck you even rougher. he also loves to fuck you on top of hard surfaces like a table, desk or even counter

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves the way a soft kiss can turn into an intense makeout session. the feeling of having your hands holding his face, your lips gently brushing over his, the kiss starting slow and soft, hands start to get a little more eager, trying to reach everywhere, tongues slowly making their way into each others mouths, lips moving harder against one another, that right there. that's something that makes his pants feel tighter

n; no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

another member i think wouldn't like to be dommed at all. like i've mentioned many times, jaehyun strikes me as the type to want to be in control and feel powerful during sex so i don't think he would enjoy handing that power to someone else and letting them use it on him

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like he enjoys giving oral the most when he's close to that person or when he's in a relationship. he doesn't enjoy it as much if it's a random person he just met. however he loves receiving oral from anyone at all times, it never fails to turn him on when someone is standing on their knees in front of him with his cock between their lips

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

jaehyun fucks rough and hard most of the time. he's strong and easily likes to throw you around and "use you" for his pleasure. he gets really excited and sometimes forgets how rough he can be. he loves thrusting deep and hard inside you, likes to feel you squirming and shaking under him and to see the small bruises forming under his fingertips. he will only be gentle and sweet if he's feeling vulnerable or you ask him very nicely

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i wouldn't say it's his favorite thing but he also wouldn't say no to it. quickies are sometimes necessary to him if he's feeling really horny and there's not much time or you're somewhere less appropriate. if he needs to have you then he'll have you and that's when quickies come in handy. but he prefers proper sex so much more

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he isn't the riskiest person but he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. he probably wouldn't enjoy if someone actually walked in on him but the thought of it somehow excites him. when it comes to experimenting i feel like he would only do it if it's something that he has also fantasized about and knows that he'll probably enjoy. but if it's something that he's not into, he will refuse to do it even if you really want to, there's just some things that he won't do

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

i feel like jaehyun isn't the type to go for many rounds, he prefers to have just one long and intense round. he has a lot of self control and can last for a really long time, can and will make you cum multiple times but once he has done it, i don't think he would want another round, except in rare cases when he or you are still very horny

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys, i really don't see him using them. and it's not even because he doesn't like them or anything like that, he simply doesn't see a point in it when he can make you feel so good himself. he wants to be the reason why you're squirming and moaning and cumming and he doesn't need toys for that

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's not the type to tease that much, only when he's in a very particular mood. he likes to go straight to the point and doesn't like to waste time with little games. i feel like when he does tease you, it's definitely with his words rather than with his touch

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he's not that loud, more of a heavy breather and spends most of sex panting. groans loudly when he cums though

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

you hum against jaehyun's soft lips, feeling how he grows harder against you, under the fabric of his pants. it had been two weeks since you last saw each other but his hungry kiss gave away how much he had missed you. he grabbed your waist a little bit tighter and pressed your back against the wall even harder, a thin string of spit connecting your lips when he moved away to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense. one of his hands left your waist to pet your hair, feeling the way it started to apply some pressure over your head, signaling for you to drop to your knees, which you happily did, your hands wandering around over his prominent boner. "you're gonna take me inside your pretty little mouth, hm? did you miss my cock baby? yeah? you're gonna let me fuck your little mouth? that's my good girl."

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

jaehyun is on the average size and more on the thicker side. you'll definitely feel the stretch but it's one of the best feelings and your hand will probably look small around him. he's most likely circumcised as well

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he's good at hiding it and holding it in and sometimes when he's away from you that's exactly what he has to do but on a perfect scenario, he's ready to have sex about 4-5 times a week. he doesn't get turned on super easily but if you learn what he likes and you make the right moves, you'll be able to have him anytime you'd like

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

like i've mentioned in the beginning, jaehyun pays close attention to aftercare, so he won't fall asleep until he's sure you're taken care of. after all that is done, i do see him falling asleep rather quickly

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 10: You’re My Mission

Summary: The Asgardian Staff case is wrapped up but before Katie and Steve can be re-united, the Super Soldier has a mission of his own to complete. Their reunion doesn’t disappoint, and as she weighs up the events of the past few months, Katie reaches a conclusion about her future with SHIELD

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) over 18s only thanks. Bit of bad language….

A/N: Another lovely edit from @angrybirdcr of Katie in action.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 9

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Tarim. Yemen. The hottest place Steve had ever been. Ever. And a place he had no desire to go back to. Ever.

As far as he was concerned, this whole mission had been a cluster fuck of epic proportions. The Mercs they had been sent in to deal with were slightly more ruthless than they had anticipated, taking a group of school kids from the square hostage. Evans and Rollins (in Katie’s absence) managed to contain most of them, taking them down with non-fatal injuries, as was the agreement with the Government, but one of them wasn’t going quietly and had snatched up a kid as he made a break for it.

The Yemeni Special Forces were on their way, and Steve knew that if they arrived permission to execute a kill shot would be given. But even that was dangerous, as the guy had the kid held in such a position, his back to a wall, her held across his chest, that the angle would have been impossible. Steve ordered the team to lower their weapons, and stepped forward, hoping to talk the man down. And then Rumlow had taken a shot, off-loading a bullet straight between the Merc’s eyes.

And Steve was mad, mad as a wasp.

“I gave you a direct order…” He stood, hands on his belt in the jet as he looked at Rumlow, the nerve in his jaw twitching.

“I made a call.” Rumlow shrugged “If I hadn’t they would have gotten away…”

“You put those civilians lives in danger.”

“That’s a little dramatic…”

“Yeah, come on Cap.” Rollins spoke.“The kid was fine, we got the weapons Government were ok…no harm done.”

Steve rounded on him, his blasé tone set his teeth on edge.

“That isn’t the point.” he blazed “I wouldn’t have asked Barton to take a shot like that. I wasn’t, and never will be, willing to risk anyone’s life like that, not to mention that of a child, for collateral damage, just to get what we need. It makes us no better than the people we’re trying to stop.”

“It worked didn’t it?” Rumlow shrugged

“Sheer luck.” Steve retorted.

“Well sometimes you just get lucky.” The STRIKE leader shrugged.

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t need this shit.

“Look Cap, with all due respect, I’ve been running this team for years. You don’t get to do our job without taking a bit of risk.” Rumlow looked at him. “Now I’m sorry if you feel I was challenging your authority…”

“It has nothing to do with my authority.” Steve blazed at him.

“Really? Because that’s what it looks like from my position.” Rumlow shook his head “I’m sorry you feel this way. But it isn’t as simple as that. Life isn’t split into good guys and bad guys, it ain’t black and white… more shades of grey.”

Steve didn’t reply, he simply stared at Rumlow, his eyes raging before he moved away to a seat for take-off next to Natasha.

“Let it go Rogers.” She drawled softly to him. “You’ve chewed him out…you want my advice, leave it there.”

Steve didn’t reply. He was pissed and didn’t trust himself to say anything. He hadn’t heard from Katie so far today, but he wasn’t expecting to as he’d fired her a message last night, or this morning (he had no idea what time-zone he was in anymore) to tell her he was off on an urgent mission.

It was pathetic, he knew, but being away from her was really setting him on edge. Not just because he found jerking off in the shower was far less satisfactory now than before he’d actually started sleeping with her, but more so he was missing the stupid things, like her draping her legs over his on the couch whilst she was reading, her singing when she was cooking, the way she laughed till she cried at Brooklyn Nine-Nine, even demanding he make her a grilled cheese at 02:50 am…

Steve watched with amusement as the girls walked out of the bar, a little shaky, Katie leaning on Natasha laughing at something. He’d dropped them both off earlier in the evening and said he would pick her up later, even though they said they would get a cab. He had insisted, he loved looking after her and that was what boyfriends did right? Picked their dames up. However, as they teetered over to Katie’s car, it looked like he was about to inherit a pair of drunken, giggling idiots to look after, and the thought made him smile with fondness.

“Hi baby!” Katie greeted him as she climbed into the seat. She leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek and he smiled.

“You had fun? You look like you have.”

“Fun is my middle name Rogers.” Nat winked and Katie sniggered in the seat next to him as he pulled the car off from the curb.

“Nat’s gonna stay at mine.” Katie turned to look at him, her cheeks tinged pink with the alcohol “Afterparty!”

“Don’t you think you’ve both had enough?” He teased and. Katie put her fingers to her lips and told him to shush whilst Nat leaned forward.

“Just because you can’t get drunk.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Whatever, your funeral Romanoff.” He smirked, eyes on the road.

“God he’s so sensible, how do you cope?” Nat looked at Katie. Through the corner of his eye he saw a wicked smile cross his girls face.

“He has hidden talents” She quipped, before the two women descended into fits of giggles.

Steve let out an exasperated noise through his nose, but secretly he didn’t mind. He loved that she’d had a good time, even if he had the sneaking suspicion he’d been the butt of a few jokes, probably even a few risqué girl chats too.

“Hey, yoooo wanted to come get us..” Katie picked up on the noise he had made and looked at him. “Can’t stand the heat stay the fuck out the…” she paused “erm…”

“Kitchen?” Steve supplied, looking at her, left hand on the wheel, amused grin on his face

“Yeah, that.” She pointed.

“Kitchen is very much your domain sweetheart”

“Not what I heard” Nat chipped in. “She says you make a mean grilled cheese….”

“Oh my god.” Katie said suddenly “can you make us one?”

“What, now?” he frowned.

“Well obviously not right now as this is a carrrr” She rolled her eyes, gesturing around her “But when we get home. I’m hungry.”

He looked at her “Doll, it’s almost three in the morning.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeese Stevie.” She pouted, batting her eyelashes at him in a ridiculously over the top manner, which he couldn’t do anything but laugh at.

“Alright I’ll make you both a grilled cheese” He nodded, unable to stop the smile creeping across his face, even when he heard Natasha burp the word “bitchwhipped” from the back seat.

Emerging from his memories, Steve lay his head back against his seat, shooting a glance over at Rumlow. The man was still being deliberately obtuse about the fact he was going out with Katie and he knew full well that the disobeying of order was a direct ‘fuck you’ aimed at him. But, as he thought about it whilst they flew home, he knew Natasha was right. The more he kept going on about it, the more likely it was to cause a bigger rift. With that in mind, during the debrief with Fury, Steve remained calm and when the time came he nodded at the STRIKE leader, giving him the floor when needed, both sticking to the facts- the operation had worked (Steve didn’t go as far as to use the word success), they had managed to seize the weapons and capture the main cartel leader who was now in custody of the Yemeni Services.

“What I wanna know is why are there so many of these weapons turning up?” Evans asked. “The DODC ran an extensive clean-up operation.”

“They were littered all over the New York, spreading the entire Manhatten area.” Steve said, answering as he looked at the Texan. “The DODC did as much as it could as fast as it could but people were already out there taking bits for themselves before the Chitauri had even been stopped. Katie says they’re still tracking through any leads, sifting out those who took them for souvenirs and those who took them for less scrupulous reasons…it could take years.”

“It was always going to happen.” Natasha shrugged “Terrorists are always looking for the next big thing.”

“Which is why we will always be looking for them.” Fury drew the meeting to an end as he stood up. “Alright, written reports to me no later than forty-eight hours. Other than that, you can head home.”

“Sir” Steve nodded as everyone started to file out. Steve noticed Natasha was hanging back.

“You ok?” She asked.

“Tired, fed up…” he sighed.

“Missing your girl?”

“A little” He admitted, before deciding to ask Nat what was on his mind because he could trust her honesty “Am I being old fashioned here, you know, with not wanting people to die?”

“No.” Natasha shook her head after a pause and he could tell she was picking her words carefully “I just think sometimes…well, we have to accept that we have to take risks.”

“You think Rumlow was right?” He sighed.

“Not as such.” she shrugged, “But I understand why he did it. I don’t necessarily agree with his methods shall we say but…”

Steve ran his hands over his face and couldn’t help thinking to himself how much simpler it had been in the war. They shot at them, they shot back. He let out a deep breath.

“You still taking some time off?“ She looked at him.

Steve shrugged and then looked at his fit bit for a second, thinking to himself the stats would make interesting reading. It was 5 in the morning. He hadn’t slept now for almost twenty-two hours bar the quick nap he had gotten on the jet. At that point his phone sounded with a message from Katie. A photo taken of Galway Bay in Ireland. Smiling at the simple message “Wish you were here.” he looked back at Natasha and nodded.

“Yeah. I think I am.”

****

“Are you sure he’s okay to go out into the field?” Katie asked Coulson, one eye on Ward’s back. The man had just slammed a case shut, making everyone jump in the hanger and he was growing increasingly broody. Despite herself, she was feeling a pang of sympathy for him. She knew how hard it had been for him to open up about his past, and holding part of the staff had really shaken him. “He’s not exactly acting like himself.” she concluded.

“But he knows it. He’ll be fine.” Coulson replied as they walked to the SUVs. It was a short ride to the Monastary which was located just outside of Galway and Katie spent the time watching the scenery. She loved Ireland, she’d been a few times when at University in the UK. Her mind wandered to her soldier, who himself had Irish roots, his mother and father hailing from Limerick. Smiling, she pulled out her phone. She knew it would be late back in the US, it was barely touching ten am where the where and the time difference would make it the middle of the night. That is if he was back from the mission yet. Still, she took a photo of the coast road they were on skirting the edge of Galway Bay which in the November sun looked stunning, the light bouncing off the calm blue sea reminding her of those deep ocean pools she loved to look into. She sent it to Steve with a simple message ‘wish you were here’ and then shoved it back into her jacket pocket.

The monastery itself was a beautiful gothic building set into the side of a green hill. They all climbed out and checked their weapons, Coulson once more going over the plan of action before they headed to the large front door.

“Well, it’s been a while.” Elliot said quietly as they walked into the building, Katie taking a moment to appreciate the architecture, another thing Steve would love. “I wonder – ah, yes. There it is. Still here”.

He walked to the front of the room where a book lay set up on a stand.

“Well, the nose isn’t quite right, but…”

Katie and Coulson walked up behind him, followed by the rest of the group to see that he was looking at a drawing of a man wearing long robes and holding the staff.

“That’s you?” Katie asked, looking at him.

“Yeah, they venerated me a bit as a saint.”

“They’re idiots” Ward spat viciously. They all spun round to look at him, where he was stood a few feet behind them all. “Where’s the staff?”

“It’s upstairs.”

Elliot led the way, the team following up a set of spiralled staircase. Katie and Coulson were directly behind him, taking the lead with May and Ward shortly behind them as deputies.

“It’s quiet.” May said softly

“ Why do you think I trusted them with my secret?” Elliot shrugged, still walking on ahead. He Elliot stopped in front of some sort of cabinet and ran his hand down the side before he reached for the handle. “They take a vow of silence.”

“But when you get them talking, they squeal.” A low male voice said, it’s owner appearing from behind one of the walls to the left of the cabinet, holding two pieces of the staff, one in each hand. It was the man whose mugshot Katie had seen on the tablet earlier that day, Jakob. Suddenly he held one piece up high and stabbed Elliot in the chest with it, he fell to the floor.

He turned and advanced on the rest of them, and Katie reached for her gun, readying herself. To her left she felt someone bend down to Elliot, presumably to try and treat him.

“No one else wants to get hurt.” Coulson spoke to Jakob, his gun raised. Jakob cocked his head to one side, looking at it before he stared back at Coulson.

“If you want to defeat a God, you must become one”

Suddenly there was a loud yell and a scream. Katie spun round to see Ward had bent to Elliot, only it wasn’t to treat him, it was to retrieve the piece of the staff stuck in the Asgardian man’s chest. He held it in his hand and then suddenly threw himself at Jakob, knocking Katie and May out of the way as he went. The two men fell over the banister railing to the floor below.

Katie scrambled to her feet and looked down to see Jakob recovering from the fall first. She aimed with her gun but couldn’t get a clear shot in, as he picked Ward up like he weighed nothing and slammed him back down to the ground.

“We need to help him!” Skye said, looking at Ward before she ran off.

“Skye!” Coulson called, he was now bent over Elliot and speaking furiously into his coms for Jemma Simmons to come help. “She can’t fight, she’s not trained…”

May nodded, “We’ll get her. Stark, with me.”

Katie nodded and ran after May, the pair of them practically jumping down the stair. Ward was now on his feet and as Jakob lunged at him, he flung himself to the right out of the way.

“Skye.” May instructed as they caught up with the dark hared girl who was watching Ward now ducking and diving the swipes from Jakob “Stay outta this…”

Both Katie and May stepped forward, but as they did so, Ward paused what he was doing and bent to grasp the part of the staff that was on the floor next to him. His face contorted in rage and when Jakob came at him again, Ward punched him hard in the face, enough to cause him to fly back against the wall where he slumped to the ground before Ward rammed him straight in the chest with the staff in a fit of rage like nothing anyone could comprehend. Ward’s chest was heaving and he spun round to see the other three agents watching him cautiously. His eyes were blazing with a fire Katie had never seen before.

“Ward.” May approached, tentatively stopping when Ward held his hand up.

“Get away from me.” His face was contorted in rage.

“Grant.” Katie tried gently, stepping forward so she was level with May. “They’re right, that thing, this isn’t you.”

Something clearly registered in his brain and his face softened slightly but then suddenly the door was kicked open and they whirled round to see the rest of Jakob’s group enter the monastery. The three agents regrouped and Katie took her fighting stance, weighing up their opponents. It had been a while since she had been in a full force hand to hand combat, but she was pleased to find that her training with Natasha and Steve had kept her prepared. She dodged, ducked, punched, kicked, flipped up and over people, taking them down with her using her legs as the room filled with rowdy men and women, all yelling. May was working through them almost 2 at a time and Ward, now holding two of the staff pieces from somewhere, was easily fighting off a group of them, the power he was gaining from the staff clearly visible.

Katie grabbed one man in a choke hold just as he was trying to get up, and as he stopped struggling she threw him to the ground, and looked round at the now quiet room. May nodded at her, taking a deep breath and Katie turned to see Ward who was shaking drop both pieces of the staff he was holding and collapse to his knees. Skye hurried over and knelt in front of him.

“Are you alright?” May looked round Katie. She nodded looking giving her a small grin, reaching up to tenderly brush at her cheekbone. One of them had landed a good shot.

“Been a long time since I had a full on fight like that, not using my guns.” she said, and May’s mouth curled up at one side before she made her way over to help Skye get Ward to his feet. Just as Katie was about to join them, the door opened again. She spun round to see another face she recognised from the photos, Jakob’s girlfriend, Petra stood there, the third piece of Staff in her hand.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me” Skye said from behind Katie.

Katie looked around glanced at May who also turned her attention to Petra as she was now circling the room. Which a quick flick of her gun, Katie aimed a shot at her, but she simply whipped the piece of staff out in front of her and it tinged the bullet off to one side.

“We’re no match for her whilst she has that” May said and instinctively Katie glanced down at the two pieces of staff on the floor near them. Grant wearily sighed and went to pick it up but Katie dropped down on one knee and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“You’re not in any state to do that.” she said not unkindly as she looked at him, “Let me help.”

“Kay…” he started to argue, the use of his nickname for her registered but now wasn’t the time to chastise him, nor did she really find she cared enough to do so. It was then that May cut in.

“She’s right. We can’t beat them unless we’re on a level playing field.” She shot him a look and he nodded.

“Okay.”

Skye helped Ward away as May and Katie watched Petra as two men from the group they had taken down earlier got to their feet. Petra looked round the room and let out an audible gasp as she saw Jakob’s body for the first time. Katie slowly and apprehensively reached out for a piece of the staff, hesitating for a moment as she had no idea what was going to happen when she did pick it up. May looked at her nodding and then the pair of them reached out, each gripping a piece. Katie gasped as a warm sensation flooded up through her arm and then her head was like it was somewhere else. Which it was, she was back in what, according to Professor Randall, should be the worst moment of her life, only it wasn’t the moment she had initially thought of when he’d told them that…

Rhodey was on the doorstep of her Chelsea apartment at three am local time. She knew instantly that something was wrong. Without a word he entered, and told her that Tony’s ARV had been attacked and they had no idea where he was. She almost collapsed and he helped her over to the sofa where she sat still, tears falling as she listened. The room fell silent, and with a shaking hand she reached for the remote and turned the TV on to the News Channel, to see her Brother’s face plastered all over the screen.

“I’m sorry Kiddo…” Rhodey’s voice was choked and she turned to look at him “I should have been with him but he insisted on riding in the other ARV, the FunVee…” he shook his head, snorting angrily.

“Who’s taken him?” She asked, swallowing.

“We’re think it was an Ambush by the Ten Rings.” Rhodey swallowed. “We’ve not had a ransom note yet but we expect it’s a matter of time. We’ll find him.”

“It’s finding him alive that’s the issue, Rhodey” She wiped away the tears from her face, the sick feeling in her stomach threatening to overwhelm her and it felt like someone had a band over her chest that they were constricting, hard…and then it was to much, and she bolted to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet…

Gasping Katie took a deep breath and looked up sharply as one of the men flew at her. Letting out a yell of rage, pent up anger and hurt she launched forward as Petra did the same. Their pieces of staff blew against one another and soon they were battling, fiercely. Katie was fighting to kill, and she instantly understand what had made Ward run Jakob through with the staff.

It felt good.

She could hear and see in the corner of her eye that May was also tackling a few more members of the group, easily keeping them at bay but Katie was focussed on one thing, the woman in front of her. She was good, matching Katie blow for blow but eventually Katie’s tenacity and training started to win out and she began to get the edge. She swung forward with a huge swipe and knocked Petra to the ground causing the woman to drop her part of the staff. Automatically it joined with the piece Katie was holding in her right hand, glowing orange again.

“It’s been a month, Katie…” Obediah said “A month…I hate to say this but the chances of him coming back…”

“I don’t wanna hear it, Obi!” Katie wheeled round “Tony is alive, and until someone shows me any kind of evidence to the contrary…then things stay as they are, I don’t give a shit what the board say.”

She watched him out of the room before she dropped her head to the desk and began to cry. She didn’t stop, even when Pepper walked into the room and dropped an arm round her shoulder, the pair of them lost…

A crash caught Katie’s attention and she saw May had dispatched the remaining fighters. She glanced up, and saw what Katie was doing and instinctively threw her piece of staff over to her. Katie grabbed it, joining it with the other combined pieces completing the staff.

Katie gave a yell as once more that warm feeling spread up her arm to her chest and her memories swallowed her.

“Your government has for far too long sold weapons, manufactured by Mr Tony Stark, to our oppressors, to our enemies. This is blood in exchange for blood, death in exchange for death, meet our demands or within 48 hours the great Tony Stark is no more…”

The room came back into a bleary focus, just as Petra staggered to her feet, swaying slightly.

“I am not afraid of you.” She spoke, her accent thick.

“You should be…” Katie snarled, as she advanced towards her. Quick as a flash she let out a loud cry and struck Petra with the staff, hard in the face. She fell backwards to the floor, deadly still.

And then a different voice spoke in Katie’s mind a clear voice. Her own voice.

“He escaped, though. And he was fine, well as fine as Tony ever is. So there’s really no need to fear this memory because that’s all it is, a memory. It all worked out in the end…”

Katie dropped the staff and fell to her knees, her entire body shaking with the exertion of wielding the Asgardian weapon. Her head was pounding with those memories, the voices, everything. Her hands flew into her hair as she bent over, trying to focus on anything but her thoughts.

“Hey…” Two hands were on either side of her face, and Katie looked up into May’s eyes. “Focus on me, Stark.” Katie took a deep breath as May’s hands slid gently down to the side of her shoulders. “Can you stand?” She asked. Katie nodded and then looked over at Petra.

“Is she…” She managed to croak out. Had she killed someone? In blind rage?

“Don’t worry about her” May shook her head, “I’ll take care of it.”

Katie got to her feet with May’s help, glancing over at Ward and Skye. Ward gave her a small nod of his head, which she acknowledged with a small incline of her own as May helped her out of the smaller Vestibule room they’d been fighting in and through to the entrance hall of the Monastery, the sun streaming through the stained glass windows.

“That thing…” Katie took a deep breath “Ward wasn’t wrong…it…”

“Tell me about it.” May’s voice was quiet, and Katie realised the normally stoic woman was shaking, although not quite as violently as her. The two of them settled on a large slab of stone. They were shortly joined by Ward as he sat besides them, the three of them didn’t talk for a while, merely lost in their own thoughts, Katie wanting nothing more than to get home to see Steve.

“When you held it…” Ward said eventually, breaking the silence. “Did you see anything?”

May nodded, and so did Katie.

“Then how, Kay? How did you hold all three?” Ward looked at her

She paused, thinking about it for a moment.

No need to fear this memory

“Because it’s a memory that I don’t need to be afraid of.” she shrugged eventually. “And I see the reason why every time I look at Tony.”

*****

Steve packed a bag. There was, sadly, one last mission standing between him and his girl. And he no idea how long this particular mission was going to take. It was completely rogue, way off SHIELD’s official radar anyway, only Fury and Natasha knew what he was doing.

Oh, and Tony. He’d enlisted the Billionaire’s help because had a somewhat personal interest in this case. So much so he’d leant him the Stark Jet, because he couldn’t use the Quinjet, and the fact that like everything Tony owned, his jet was faster and better than anything else, it had shaved a good 2 hours off what the journey would have taken had he flown full commercial, not to mention saved him a load of messing about in the meantime with bookings and check ins.

The jet was comfortable, he had flown on it a few times with Katie before back to NYC when they didn’t drive that was. As soon as he was airborne he face timed Katie using the connection on the plane and had hissed at the bruise on her cheek. She had batted off his concern and instead went on a rant about how cheap Fury was. He had to laugh at her indignant tone, apparently they had arrived at a Premier Inn a few hours ago and she had refused point blank to get out of the SUV and after a battle of wills with Coulson had upgraded the entire team to the Sheraton just outside of Galway within ten minutes. Apparently overnighters weren’t standard for the team she was working in as they had the Bus but Coulson had decided they all needed some down time after what sounded like a gruelling mission.

“And what better way to do that in a 5 star hotel with a spa, right?”

They talked for the longest time they had in the three, almost four days she had been gone and Steve loved it. She didn’t go into much detail about the mission itself, bar to say it had ended in a pretty ruthless fight and that she was mentally and physically exhausted, promising to tell him all about it when she saw him. He told her in no uncertain terms that they were both going to take some time out, Fury had cleared it and her face had lit up, but then fallen when he sadly told her he had one last mission to sort. After assuring her it wouldn’t take long, and it really wouldn’t, she had smiled and told him she couldn’t wait to see him.

“Me either Doll, me either.”

He took the opportunity to get some sleep, and was awoken by one of the stewardesses a few hours later who informed him they were an hour out. Thanking her he headed off to change out of his comfy sweats and into his specially selected outfit, one that would make him blend in a lot more than the stealth suit. Once he had arrived, cleared customs at the private airfield they had landed at, he climbed straight into the arranged official looking blacked out SUV and the driver set off, not a word spoken. The driver already knew their destination, Fury had already patched that information through before he had taken off.

It was easy to blag his way in to the building he needed to be in. Dressed in a black suit, all he had to do was quickly flash his SHIELD ID badge and the woman at the desk was only too happy to provide him the information about where he could find his target, and access to the required area. He didn’t take the elevator, it was too easy to be spotted. Instead he snuck round and found the service stairs and bolted up them two at a time to the seventh floor, his kit bag containing his shield slung over his shoulder.

****

After they had checked in to the decent hotel, not that Premier Inn (which she was sure was clean and perfectly comfortable, but she wanted fucking luxury after three nights of being in that pokey room) and she’d spoken to Steve for at least an hour, Katie showered, changed and headed off out to explore the area with Skye. The two had chatted, Katie really did like the girl, and they’d done a bit of shopping, had a late lunch, before they had headed back to the hotel and made use of the Spa. Then, she’d sat and eaten with the team, before bidding them all goodnight and retiring to her room with a bottle of Krug (because, why not?) and a long assed hot bath.

She tried to face time Steve again, but this time he didn’t answer. Probably elbow deep in whatever mission he was on this time, he’d been very vague about this one, saying it was hush hush but he would explain all in person, including what had gone down in Yemen which sounded like an utter shit-storm.

Changing for bed, Katie dropped onto the comfortable couch of the suite (ok, so she’d upgraded herself a teensy bit more than everyone else), poured herself another glass of Krug, slightly disgruntled to see the bottle was empty. So she rang down for another, fuck it.

Just as she had put the phone down, her cell called.

“Hey baby.” Steve spoke and Katie could hear the smile in his voice. “Sorry, the phone won’t let me face time for some reason.”

“Well that’s a shame because I’m naked.”

Steve groaned and Katie felt herself grin. “Don’t do that to me.”

“Sorry.” She giggled “I’m not really, just wish you were here.”

“I know.” He sighed “Me too”

“I’m taking it that seeing as you can talk your super-secret spy shit mission is done.”

“It was surprisingly easy” He mused, “Target didn’t suspect a thing and thanks to a very helpful lady I met, I got in with no fuss.”

“Helpful lady?” Katie narrowed her eyes. “How helpful?”

Steve let out a chuckle “All I had to do was flash my ID and smile”

“Coz you’re a regular charmer, aint you?” Katie laughed, and then there was a knock on the door. “Oh hang on… room service.”

She got up off the couch, made her way to the door, phone still in her hand and she pulled it open.

“Hey Doll.” Steve grinned at her and her mouth dropped open, the phone slipping out of her hand to the floor. “Surprise.”

She was a sight for sore eyes. Silk cami top and shorts, her hair falling in damp waves around her face. God he’d missed her.

“What…you…” She stammered, taking him in, the black fitted suit and tie he was wearing looked far better than it would have on anyone else and he laughed at the look of utter shock on her face “The mission, I thought…”

“You’re my mission, Sweetheart” He grinned, stepping into the room, dropping his kit bag, picking his phone up as he did so. And, no sooner had he straightened up, Katie gave a little shriek and threw herself into his arms.

“I can’t believe it.” She whispered, her hands straying to his face “You are here right? This isn’t just some weird trick my mind is playing?”

“I’m here, promise.” He placed a soft kiss to her lips. There was a clearing of a throat and Katie peeked over Steve’s shoulder to see a rather embarrassed looking hotel worker clutching the bottle of Krug she had ordered along with a fresh glass and an ice bucket. She tapped Steve’s arms and he reluctantly set her down so she could sign the receipt with a flourish. Steve smiled at the man, taking the ice bucket before closing the door. He followed Katie into the large hotel suite, and dropped the ice bucket and her phone onto the coffee table before sinking onto the couch and Katie climbed onto his lap, winding his tie around her hand.

“For the record,” she murmured as she looked him up and down, “this is a good look.”

“Glad you approve, Darlin’” He grinned as she tugged on his tie, pulling him closer to her, and she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.

He responded eagerly, hands creeping into her hair to hold her head in place as his tongue slid against hers, his hips rocking up before his lips dropped to her collarbone

“I missed you.” He purred as she let out a small groan, her hand sliding into his hair.

“I missed you too” She muttered, his hands gently fell to her hips, giving them a squeeze. “Take me to bed.”

Steve didn’t need asking twice. Standing easily, drawing a giggle from her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he paused and looked around.

“Trust you to get a suite that’s bigger then my apartment.”

“I have very high standards.” She shot back. “Door to the right.”

He gave a quick laugh and strode over to the door, pulling it open and stepping into the plush bedroom which was softly illuminated by the bedside lamp. Dropping her onto the huge bed he crawled over her as she once more grabbed his tie and pulled him down.

“You really do like this huh?” He arched his eyebrow, ooking down at her as she gently slipped his jacket down his shoulders and he shrugged it off, tossing it to the floor.

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for a suit. Although I still think the Stealth one is better.”

“Maybe I should bring that home one night.” He muttered as his lips slid against her neck and she groaned.

“Please do. Your ass looks great in it.” She moved, pushing on his shoulders. Steve sat back on his heels and she locked her eyes on his, undoing his tie gently, a move she managed to make incredibly arousing and Steve let out a groan and he kissed her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He whispered into her mouth

“Save it, you’re wearing too many clothes.” She replied, undoing the button on his collar and then her soft fingers made their way down his chest, her eyes following as it fell open. He shrugged it down before he fell back down on top of her and moved to pull her vest top over her head. As he tossed it aside somewhere he let out a gentle moan at the sight of her in front of him, and he wrapped his arm around her back and tugged her up slightly as his head bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He used both his hands and his mouth in a nearly coordinated attack that left her all but dying, and completely desperate for his touch elsewhere. He could read her body signals like a book and happy to oblige, one of his hands slid down, dipping into her bed shorts, finding him hot and wet for him. He groaned into her chest his fingers playing with her.

“Baby you’re soaked.”

She managed to moan in response, and then it was a race for the pair of them to get out of their remaining clothes as fast as they could. Once there was no barrier between them he kissed her hard, Katie shifting so that her legs went around his waist, pulling him flush against her, wanting to touch every inch of him possible. Steve repositioned himself slightly, gently working into her, the pair of them letting out a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out, stilling slightly just to savour the moment.

“Stevie…” Katie whispered into his ears “Please…” At her plea, he began to thrust, slowly, deeply, running his hand down Katie’s leg until his hand stopped at her knee. Katie looked at him as he seemed to hesitate for a split second before he directed her leg up, casually resting it over his shoulder so that he could go even deeper. She moaned loudly, he’d never done that before and it felt so unbelievably good, like nothing ever had before. Her fingers dug into his arm as he starting pushing a little harder, a little faster, then faster, until he had reached a relentless pace. Katie could do nothing but reach up, bracing herself on the headboard of the large bed as he continued, making her curse and leaving her short of breath, eyes closed in utter pleasure.

He slowed for a moment, making her look at him, letting out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop.” she begged, “Fuck, Stevie…”

He grinned, and it was a wicked grin, coupled with the mischievous flash in his eyes and it made her gulp slightly. She’d never seen him like this before, it was as if something had snapped and he was finally letting himself go fully, realising that after almost six months of sleeping together he didn’t have to be a gentleman all the time as she wasn’t going to break. As she stared into those baby blues, his pupils blown with desire he slowly pushed himself up so he could put her other leg over his other shoulder.

“Oh, holy fuck-” Her voice cut off and turned into a loud wail as he picked up the pace once again, pounding into her over and over and it wasn’t long before his name and another plethora of curses tumbled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her like nothing she’d felt before. Her back arched, fingers dug into his back as he coaxed her through it before dropping her legs from his shoulders, laying atop her and chasing after his own end furiously. Katie held him close as she came down, gently encouraging him into his ear, his rhythm eventually stuttering and changing as he came with a frantic gasp of her name.

The pair of them were slick with sweat and absolutely spent as they laid still, no sounds coming bar the ragged gasps for air from them both. Steve buried his head in the crook of his girl’s neck and she ran her fingers through his hair, his forehead still clammy and he let out a loud hmmm of contentment.

A moment or so later, Katie broke the silence.

“Baby.” She said softly, a playful thought rising in her mind. His response was simply another hmmm because he was still utterly blissed out. This caused Katie to smile a little as she spoke again. “Did Cap just come out to play?”

She felt him grin into her neck, “I think he may have done, yeah.”

“Well you can tell him from me that was amazing?”

“I’ll be sure to let him know…” Steve mumbled, still not moving.

“In fact, I’d go so far as to say that’s probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Just probably?” Steve lazily raised his head to look at her and she made a show of looking upwards as if she was thinking about it.

“Ok definitely” She grinned, kissing him gently.

*****

Katie bid goodbye to Coulson’s team the next morning, Steve remained in the hotel room as he’d been under instructions from Fury not to speak to Coulson or draw attention to him in any way. Then they’d taken 3 glorious days break in Ireland, hiring a car and driving to Limerick.

As they drove, Katie told him all about the mission, what the staff had made her see, and how it had surprised her slightly what her worst memory was.

“I always thought it would be the time Tony told me mom and dad were dead” she said, softly a Steve cruised their hired Audi Q3 down the motorway. “Guess I fear losing Tony more.”

“It kinda makes sense.” Steve said, his hand straying to her knee “you were very young when the crash happened. Tony’s been your dad for, what, 22 years now? Far longer than Howard was I suppose.”

“Yeah.” she said gently, looking out of the window “I mean, I don’t remember a lot about my parents to be fair. I have memories, but sometimes I wonder how many of them are mine and how many of them are what people told me.”

Reminiscing seemed to be the theme of their brief trip away. They spent a day visiting the places Steve’s Ma had told him all about, then the next day, after a lazy morning they drove up to Dublin where they had both drunk a fair amount of Guinness after Katie dragged Steve to Temple Bar, showing him the places she had spent a fair few weekends in on trips over from the UK. They forgot all about SHIELD, all about Fury, all about missions. They were just a normal couple enjoying a break, and Steve had frankly never had as much fun in his life.

It was on their last night, just after they were curled up in post coital bliss after their 3rd round that evening when Steve mentioned about how it was back to reality the day after that Katie propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him, biting her lip.

“What if I don’t want to?” She asked quietly.

“Don’t want to what, Honey?” Steve asked, kissing her head.

“Go back. To SHIELD I mean.”

Steve’s hand paused its journey up and down her spine as he turned his head to look at her, frowning. “You want to leave?”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot over the last 3 days.” she said, her fingers gently tracing over the dark blonde hair on his chest. “I can’t do it anymore Steve, I’m tired.”

“What’s brought this on?” he asked, turning so he was on his side facing her, pushing her hair back off her face.

“I can’t pin point one thing.” she said, looking down. “But…”

Steve paused, waiting for her to continue, and after a deep breath she did, her words coming almost as a jumble as she poured her heart out to him in the darkness of their hotel room.

“If I’m honest I’ve been thinking about it since we found out that they hadn’t been destroying the Chitauri weapons. Look what happened when Fury started fucking about with the Tesseract… I mean how do we know they’re not making more weapons just like they were before New York?”

Steve remained silent, that had been bubbling away in his mind too. He wasn’t best pleased about the situation but knew that Katie, who had headed up the DODC clean- up had taken it personally. She’d flipped out when Tony had told her what his latest hack into SHIELD had discovered and Steve had had to stop her marching into Fury’s office and calling him a liar there and then. He understood completely, she felt betrayed after having being told she was heading up a clean-up operation when in actual fact it turns out to be a goddamed technology harvesting operation.

“You now when Coulson died, I blamed myself. I made a decision to try to free Thor not help Coulson and I know I’d probably do it all over again because it was the right call, but the point is I blamed myself, for the past what, 18 months or so and Fury…he let me do that, he let me think he was dead…”

She was getting worked up, Steve could hear it and sense it, even if he couldn’t see her properly.

“Hey…” he said, his hand gently moving to her arm, rubbing softly as she continued her ramblings.

“And then there I get to The Bus and there’s more secrets there, not being told Ward was on the team, which to be fair wasn’t as bad as I thought but still, it’s more lies…”

She was crying now and Steve sighed, wrapping his arms round her and pulling her to him. She pressed her face into his chest “This isn’t me Steve, it’s not who I am.”

He held her close, hand wandering up into her hair as he chewed over what she was saying. From a selfish point of view the thought of her leaving SHIELD worried him. She’d been his linchpin, his rock at the agency, and he relied on her more than she would know. He loved working with her, seeing every day and he was scared if that changed, so would their relationship. But there was a small part of him that also worried when she was on missions, and there was no doubt if she did quit she’d be a hell of a lot safer. And not all couples worked together, right?

He pulled back slightly, his large hand cupping her cheek “Hey, you know I got your 6 right? I’ll support you no matter what you decide.”

“I know.” She sniffed softly. I just feel like if I do quit, then I’m taking the easy way out, you know, I mean SHIELD is dad’s legacy.”

“Maybe once.” Steve popped his shoulder. “Times have moved on, SHIELD has changed. I doubt your dad, Peggy or Colonel Phillips would have ever imagined in a million years how it would evolve.”

“You’re telling me times have changed?” She quipped and he chuckled.

“Guess I am, but I learned pretty fast when I got that serum that you can’t live your life being who people want you to be or think you should be. You need to be true to yourself”

She nodded and stifled a yawn.

“Sleep on it.” He urged, his thumb stroking her cheek. “And then if it’s still what you want tomorrow, ’ll even write your resignation letter.”

“I got it planned” She yawned. “Dear Fury. Fuck you. Love Nova.”

Steve laughed and pulled her to him, kissing her head. “Maybe drop the Love Nova.”

****

“You sure you wanna do this?” Steve asked as they stopped outside Fury’s office. Katie nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Okay, I’ll be right here.” He said, both his hands on her face. She gave him a smile and then turned and opened the door.

“Agent Stark.” Fury swivelled in his chair “Take a seat.”

“It’s okay Sir, this won’t take long.” She declined his offer, taking a deep breath.

“Do I need to borrow Captain Rogers SHIELD?” He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “I’m assuming this is the bit where you’ve come to tell me exactly how pissed at me you are.”

“I’m not pissed” She shook her head, “I was, but not now. I’m just disappointed.”

He eyed her, and gestured for her to continue.

“I expected better from you Sir. You lied to me. You let me believe Coulson was dead. You know I blamed myself for that for months, and then if that wasn’t bad enough you sent me to a team containing my ex boyfriend…and don’t even get me started on the fact you’re secretly hiding Chitauri technology instead of destroying it.”

At that Fury’s face slipped and his face grew dark. “How do you…”

She arched an eyebrow and Fury gave a groan.

“Son of a…your brother is a liability.”

“Maybe, but at least he isn’t a liar.” She shot back. “And neither am I. I pride myself on being honest, doing the best I can and I don’t like being used or manipulated.”

“Agent Stark…”

“I can’t do it anymore.” She hook her head. “I’m tired of it all, the lies, the secrecy. This isn’t…it isn’t me.” she finished, shrugging.

“So what are you saying Nova?”

“That you can consider this my formal resignation.” She looked at him, eyes not moving from his and for a moment she was sure she saw a flicker of something that looked like regret flash across the Director’s face. But it disappeared as fast as it had arrived and she took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders back. “I will, of course, work any formal notice period.”

“I don’t suppose there’s any point in me trying to change your mind?”

“No, don’t suppose there is.” She shook her head.

“In that case, there’s no notice period necessary.” Fury spoke calmly, his posture returning to normal. He took a deep breath and strode round his desk, holding out his hand. “I’m sorry it’s come to this. You’re one of the best agents I’ve had. Coulson said you worked wonders on the Staff case.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She swalloed, fighting to keep her voice from cracking. “This hasn’t been an easy decision. For the most part, it’s been an honour to serve.”

She gently reached into her pocket, pulling out her official ID and ran her fingers over the silver badge before she handed it to him. Fury took it from her, and with one last smile she took a deep breath and turned, to leave, the tears brewing in her eyes.

This had to be one of the hardest decisions she’d ever made in her life but she wasn’t backing down. She’d talked it over with Steve extensively over the last two days and Tony too for that matter, her brother telling her that he, and their father would be proud of her no matter what. Undeniably her role at SHIELD had given her everything. A purpose, a new outlook on life, Steve. But now it was time to channel that energy in a new way.

“I would like you to remain on our books, in an advisory role.” Fury’s voice stopped her in her tracks and she grinned to herself, suddenly transported back to when he had said the same thing to Tony a few years ago.

She turned back and winked. “You can’t afford me.”

**** Chapter 11

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It’s a Pogue thing - JJ Maybank

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Warnings!: Swearing, drugs and alcohol, and SMUT!

“Morning guys!” I beam as the boat comes to a steady stop at the edge of my front garden. It’s almost like a routine. More often than not we sail into an open set of water. Sometimes we fish, mostly we just simply do nothing. Pope extends his hand out to help me onto the boat. It strikes me sometimes that, although we are all the best of friends, it probably seems a strange mix of people to some people. We’re the scraps of the island. The ones who no one really acknowledges. Kiara and I would technically be Kooks. Both of our families have money but it doesn’t really mean shit. Everyone from ‘our end’ are airheads. They care about nothing and no one but themselves. Pope’s parents have worked their asses off, so they’re in a stable place. They don’t understand why Pope hangs with us, and sometimes I wonder the same thing. He has a real chance of getting out of this place. John B and JJ are childhood besties. Their upbringing is similar, except John B’s technically an orphan, and JJ’s father’s a piece of shit. But that’s just pogue life.

“Is your mum still out tonight?” JJ asks, making my head slowly turn towards him. Do I even need to ask? “I mean, yeah-” “Great! We’re throwing a party,” I raise my eyebrows. “Hahahahaha, definitely not.” The last time I had a party with these idiots, so much shit broke in my house. I’m not getting grounded again. “Come on Y/N! It’s summer. We could all use a party!” I roll my eyes at his words. I open my mouth to shut him down but John B lets out a cough. “Actually, Y/N, I agree.” Kiara looks just as confused as I do. His father’s been missing for almost a year. Recently he’s been looking more in depth, which I support to a certain extent, but it’s at on overload right now. I’m surprised a party would even be on his radar. “I need to talk to Sarah Cameron.”

Sarah Cameron. She’s like Kook royalty. I don’t think she’s too bad. A bit sheltered maybe, but her and Kiara have a history. So you can imagine the change in look on her face as he mentions her name. “She mentioned something that might help me figure out what’s happened with my father. Do you think she’d come?” Okay that makes sense. Ki’s face doesn’t change, and the rest of us just glance between each other. “I mean, probably... but I don’t really wanna hang-” “I just need to talk to her, then you can call the party off,” a smile - too shiny and wide - spreads across his face. John B’s always had this affect on people. He gets exactly what he wants.

As soon as I get home I scan my house. Anything fragile, valuable, or anything of the sort needs to be hidden. Vases, mini statues, ashtrays from holidays abroad. Things that make this house a home will be locked in an upstairs bedroom. I’d like to live this life a little longer.

So here I am; picking an outfit for a party I don’t wanna go to. A party that I’m apparently hosting! Since I’m not dressing for anybody, I go for a simple short black dress. It really resembles my mood. Almost as soon as I put it on, I hear my front door shut. I jog down the stairs, adjusting my boobs into their rightful positions to come face to face with my intruder.

“You should really announce yourself or something. I thought I was gonna get murdered,” in front of me stands JJ. His outfit consists of a pair of lovely beige shorts and a colourful shirt; left open to show off that torso of course. “I could kill you,” he flirts. His eyes immediately go to my cleavage. This is nothing new. I think he’d fuck a table if it gave him the right vibe. “Hey!” I snap my fingers at him. “My eyes are up here you know.” Before I go to kick him, he makes a very boyish comment of how I look sexy and whatnot. He wanders away into the kitchen, probably to raid my fridge before the party. Let’s get this over with.

More and more people start to gather in my house. In the Outer Banks, everyone kind of knows everybody. I don’t actually know all these people, but I’ve seen them around. I close my eyes for a second, before pouring a drink for myself into a classic red cup. “Are you okay?” Ki nudges me with a smile. Ki and I are very similar people. She probably doesn’t wanna be here either. She could leave, but I know she won’t. “I just realised I’m the host, and I don’t wanna be here,” I laugh it off and hold my drink up to her. “Cheers!” I add.

After about 2 and a half drinks, I’m really starting to feel this party. The music is average. It’s the ‘for everybody’ kind which means it’s majoritively overplayed and everybody more or less knows it word for word. Despite that, and despite the fact that I didn’t really want this party to happen, I drag Ki into the dance area and boogie with her. Well- I dance, she stares at me with a concerned look on her face. “The trick is you have to pretend you’re having a good time,” I giggle into her ear in a slightly tipsy tone. Although she shakes her head, I can see her trying to contain herself from moving to the music. I take her hand and spin myself into her. Her eyes give me the ‘can I go now’ look. Grunting, I give in. “Fine! Please if you see anyone doing or touching shit they’re not meant to, beat them!” I smile innocently after my words, and she scurries faster than she should. Damn. Am I that bad of a dancer?

Music vibrates the walls. It’s been almost 2 hours since the party started and it’s actually going quite smoothly. John B has asked every 5 seconds if Sarah’s here yet. I shush him with my finger. “I promise I will let you know when I see her. Honestly, you sound a bit obsessed with her...” I chuckle. “Hey!” I poke JJ on the arm. At this point, just call me mother. “Please don’t smoke that in here,” I gesture towards the spliff in his hands. “It’s a party Y/N! Relax!” With that, I snatch it out of his hands. His face grows serious. Confusion fades as I realise it’s not aimed at me. Both JJ’s and John B’s eyes stare at the group entering my house.

First in, Sarah. Like I said, I don’t really have a problem with Sarah. She comes across a bit self centred sometimes. That’s minor.

With her, her boyfriend Topper. Topper’s a dick but I think he’s harmless. He’s honestly a pussy.

And his best friend. Her brother. My ex boyfriend. Rafe.

There’s a saying; dead things should stay buried, or something like that. That relationship should be 6 feet under, but times that by 10. I guess it was a ‘serious’ relationship. It lasted about a year. It was almost perfect at the beginning, that I can’t lie. As both of our families are respected, and very close anyway, it just seemed right. There was no disgust. He was accepted. I was accepted. We did everything a couple should; went on dates, were around each other 24/7, even did weekends away together. And we argued. The thing about Rafe is he’s an over thinker. He’s paranoid. When traits like that mix they can... make a monster. The last time he set his hands on me was about 4 months ago. I’ve avoided him like hell ever since.

“This is why I shouldn’t have a party,” I sigh. My eyes can’t seem to leave that area. It’s strange to see him. I don’t want him here. “Why’s he even here? He does have some balls,” John’s tone sounds somewhat impressed. I’m not. I’m not sure if my body is ready to cry, or laugh, or scream. Finally, I blink my eyes away, and set eyes on my two friends. Before I speak, JJ opens his mouth. “We can kick him out,” he assures me. The slight nudge on my shoulders by each boy is comforting. “It’s fine,” I sigh, taking JJ’s drink out of his hands. As much as I’d love to see Rafe get his ass kicked and thrown out, and I can promise you I would, this is my battle. I can’t avoid him forever. “Fuck,” I whisper, knowing what I’m about to do. I bring JJ’s cup up to my lips and tip the entire contents into my mouth. “Shit Y/N, I wouldn’t-” before he can warn me fully, I swallow. My eyes instantly water. “What the fuck!” I gasp at the disgusting taste. I’m sure a toilet would taste better than that. And yet, that concoction would be easier to digest than the conversation I’m about to have with Rafe.

The walk over felt somewhat unreal. As if, if this was a movie, my passionate walk would be in slow motion. Between the music and my racing heart, my dramatic ‘I am the main character’ strut was complete. If only I wasn’t totally shitting myself. A brave face Y/N. Just fake it.

And then I’m in front of them. Perhaps my slow motion moment wasn’t quite slow enough. It could’ve been everlasting for all I care. “Hey Sarah,” I smile. Her sympathetic smile is warming, but ultimately useless in this situation. I doubt Rafe told her the whole story, but I can imagine she knows too well what he can be like. Maybe he even made something up. I wouldn’t be surprised. She drifts away rather quickly. I don’t know what the deal is with her and John B, but I imagine Topper intends to watch her like a hawk. He’s that type of guy. Topper doesn’t even speak, just stands slightly behind as if he’s one of Rafe’s minions. To be honest that kind of describes him perfectly. I wouldn’t be surprised if Rafe just has him around to lick his ass. When I have to, I finally look at Rafe’s face. “What are you doing here?” I ask. My eyes scan everywhere on his face but his eyes. The thought of doing that makes me uncomfortable. “It’s a party Y/N,” the smirk on his face screams fuckboy. “Plus, I wanted to see you,” he raises his hand to my face, going to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. My hand forcefully bats his away, making a loud slap sound; even over the music. “I’ve missed you,” he leans closer so his shouting can quieten a little. My limbs instantly tense at his words. Somehow it makes me feel kind of sick thinking about it... thinking about us. The fact that it was a thing is just... “You need to leave Rafe,” my attempt to sound blunt and assertive is a massive fail. Instead my voice echoed in a wobble, making me sound weak and pathetic. “You don’t mean that, come on-” his hand wraps around my wrist, taking my back to a time I’ve tried desperately hard to forget. I pull my arm away once, but his grip holds too strong. As I go to pull away again, a pair of large hands push against Rafe’s chest. “What the fuck man?!” Topper’s voice erupts from Rafe’s shadow. A henchman fighting his duties. I turn to see JJ, red faced, standing with a threatening stance. “We don’t want no trouble JJ, my girl here is just being a tease,” Rafe’s tone is patronising. “Leave it, JJ,” my right hand gently squeezes his left shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, Topper,” I wanted him to leave, but I watch him walk towards my kitchen. I hate that he’s in my house, but at least he’s away from me. For now.

I fade away. Without full control, my body makes it’s way upstairs. Just to breathe for a second. Almost as soon as I drop my body onto my bed, the door reopens. Startling me, I come face to face with JJ. “Hey,” his voice rings soft. When he closes the door behind him, the music becomes muffled. Peaceful. I press my lips together into a forced smile. “Should I tell everyone to fuck off home?” He gestured towards the door. I shake my head, cracking a smile. “It’s fine. I just needed a minute away from... that,” his arm extends, a red cup at the very end. I screw my face up at the smell. “How do you drink this?” Just from sniffing it, I feel myself getting more and more tipsy. “If you need it, it goes down quite easily-” he pauses as I take it. “Plus I’m really cool and manly so.” “Ah, of course.” A big part of my body (probably my stomach and liver) starts screaming no. I have no idea what alcohol is in this cup. I know it’s a lot. After this cup, I will probably be more or less gone. A micro part of me says fuck it. That’s the part I listen to. The liquid burns down my throat, and yet it strangely goes down quite smoothly compared to the first.

“I am sorry about Rafe,” JJ has taken a seat next to me on my bed. Usually I’d banish people away from my room, but I feel like JJ saved me tonight. He’s a bit of a prick at times, and an absolute idiot, but I trust him. Maybe I trust him too much. “It was gonna happen at some point,” I shrug. “He’s such a pussy,” when I start laughing at JJ’s words, I realise that the alcohol may have sunk in. A hiccup escapes my mouth. “Fuck.” I whisper to myself as my smile fades. I’m an idiot to have ever gotten with him. Young and dumb maybe. “Hey...” JJ rests his hand on my knee and squeezes gently. My body, in my tipsy state, reacts to this motion is a strange way. Why did that just give me butterflies? He’s only comforting me. My eyes drift up to look at him properly. Is he... leaning in?

I stand up before he gets close. I rub my eyes frantically. Maybe I’m about to wake up from a nap or something. “I’m sorry... I just...” I breathe. The crazy thing is, I felt it too. My body is reacting in crazy ways right now. I think I’m turned on? By JJ? That’s something I never thought I’d say. I mean... he’s hot. I’m not blind. I guess I’ve never looked at him like that. But I am now. I’m looking at the blonde hair, and the jawline, and the smile. Okay, that’s enough. I’m just in shock of seeing Rafe again. That’s it: “Pogue on Pogue isnt allowed,” I state, mainly to myself. I need massively convincing right now. I need JJ to tell me that I got the wrong idea. Tell me it’s disgusting and I’m too much like a sister. We’re meant to be family. Come on Y/N! That’s gross! Before he says anything, he shrugs. That damn fucking shrug. In my state of mind, it’s attractive. “I don’t really care,” that’s it. I’m convinced. I needed him to say something else, but that’s ultimately the answer I hoped for. “Me neither.”

I practically jump onto him, straddling him and crashing my lips onto his. The softness, yet passion, against my lips is something I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. This should feel wrong. Only, as JJ’s hands smooth up and down my body before sitting on my waist, it couldn’t feel more right. Without a second thought, I glide my tongue into his mouth. I can sense it takes him by surprise. The most attractive moan escapes him, which I can imagine was not intentional. The kiss proceeds to get more and more intimate. Somehow we just move in sync. He slowly lays back, our lips not separating once before he’s fully beneath me. Maybe JJ was previously holding back, but a rush of ‘horny teenage boy’ suddenly rushes over him. Both hands go to my ass. As much as I don’t want to fall apart under his touch so fast, the immense pleasure radiates through my body. I break away from his kiss slightly and moan massively into his mouth.

We stop kissing for a second. Our heavy breaths bounce against each other. It’s a strange moment to be in. Was this always bound to happen at some point? “Should we stop?” Confusion hits as he speaks those words, and yet he proceeds to trail kisses down my neck. I push his head down onto the pillow with my right hand cupping his chin, bringing my face close enough to his that our noses are pretty much touching. “Do you want to?” I simple ask. I’d be almost offended by his words, but only if his hands weren’t grinding me down onto his crotch. Perhaps it’s a guilty conscience. We are both massively likely to regret this in the morning. We are also likely to get caught and get grief from our small circle of friends. They are good enough reasons to stop. They are good enough reasons for this to have never started to happen in the first place. They just don’t amount to one thing, and that’s that I want this right now. His head begins to move side to side. I can’t help but begin to smile massively. “Then shut up and fuck me.”

It was as if that was a jump start. JJ’s manly hands flip us over immediately. I let out a giggle as he begins to undo his shorts. The speed of the removal of both his shorts and boxers was impressive. They get thrown wherever they go. My eyes quickly glance at his penis, before looking back up to his eyes. I suck in my bottom lip before pulling him back down to kiss me again. This shouldn’t be this easy. His tongue slides back into my mouth, battling with mine for dominance, all too easily. I’m not even a little bit nervous... until I feel his fingertips glide up under my dress. He hooks his finger under the waist band of my thong and does nothing for too long. It might’ve only been seconds, but those seconds were some of the longest seconds of my life. He pulls them off ever so slowly. I was becoming a literal puddling mess beneath him.

He knows what he’s doing. He knows he has me wrapped around his finger right now. His tongue plays against mine skillfully; slow and passionate. He’s doing everything right. Once my underwear finally reaches my feet, I just can’t hold it back anymore. “Are you done teasing me now?” I practically beg. I’m soaked, a mess, and almost fully sober. If anything, I wanted this more now than I did when we started. My heart continues racing, but I stay composed and reach over into my bedside table. I rip it open. I simply hold his shaft with two fingers. JJ takes a deep breath in. Fuck. He watches my hand roll the condom down with his mouth slightly open. “Time to break some Pogue rules,” he whispers before lining himself up. I should not be this ready for this.

Even with just the tip, I could’ve come apart then and there. I haven’t had sex in months. Whether you believe me or not, I had not imagined it would to be JJ Maybank who I was going to break my ‘no boys’ commitment to myself with. When he begins inserting himself inside me, I realise this is actually happening. The slow, easy slide in had me in pieces. I was already moaning and he wasn’t even moving properly yet. He stops. “This-” I pause to steady my breath. My entire being is, dare I say it, excited. “This has to stay between us,” I compose myself. Although this is a one time thing, it has potential to ruin a hell of a lot. So, even as I wrap my legs around his body, we have to make this promise. “Scouts honour.” He brings his pinky up to me. Kissing the backs of our hands, it was sealed.

He starts pulling out slowly, making my jaw gradually open wider and wider. He pauses before pushing back in. His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles cheekily. I’m not certain what that smile means, but I can sure take a guess. There is a part of me that wants to stop. Nothing’s really happened yet. But no part of me actually wants to. When he pushes himself back inside me, my fingers spread into his hair. His lips land back on mine, my tongue swirls around his like it’s an everyday activity. I pull gently on his hair as he begins steadying a pace. “Shit,” I moan against his lips.

Fingertips glide across my thigh, tracing patterns and sending my stomach into spirals. I couldn’t hook my legs around him tighter if I tried. The wave of tremendous pleasure of each thrust was like a drug. Every time his body collided with mine I wanted more. I needed more. To feel this, in this moment, with JJ was wrong. So why doesn’t it feel that way? His lips leave mine slowly, tracing kisses across my cheek until his lips land near my ear. “You feel so fucking good,” the vibrations of a deep husky moan forces a moan out of me. His teeth latch around my ear lobe, sucking down before moving down to my neck.

The friskiness of JJ’s lips and tongue is like motivation. With strength I didn’t know I had, and confidence in myself I thought I’d lost, I push against JJ and flip us over. Lust fills his eyes. I just sit there, only for a second, actually liking the way JJ is looking at me. Yes, it’s because I’m straddling him half naked. It’s still nice. His hands squeeze the tops of both of my thighs as well as moving up to my hips... then my ass. It was as if he pressed fast forwards.

I move my body up to start thrusting onto him again, with his helping hands guiding back down. “Fuck JJ,” I moan, leaning forwards to bring my face close to his. My moans become more and more prominent between our kisses. The hands, that remain on my ass cheeks, remain strong and steady. The way he still controlled my body, even though I was on top, was such a turn on. I reach for the headboard. If there wasn’t a party going on downstairs I think everyone would be hearing us loud and clear. The bed starts making a rather persistent squeaking noise. I let out a laugh-moan when the headboards makes a ‘one time’ bang against the wall. I could tell, with the way I was grinding myself down onto him, he was close. What a relief!

“I’m so close,” I moan against his lips in a muffled whisper. Although my body grew tired, JJ continues helping my body thrust up and down. The knot in my stomach started to tighten. My heart rate increases quite a bit. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good around me!” His fingers grow stronger against my hips as he came closer and closer to finishing. Even with his grip being quite forceful, all I could feel was an astonishing amount of pleasure flushing through my body. The release felt like a long time coming. Once I started to let go around him, it only took seconds for JJ to reach his climax too. With his help, we ride out our highs. I grow slower and slower, until both of our climaxes finished. My heart is racing. I lift my body with the last piece of energy I had. My sensitive core flinches as he pulls out from me once more. Collapsing onto him, I fall into the crevice on his arm all too well. “Shit,” I mumble. I don’t think it’ll actually sink in until tomorrow. I’m too scared to punch myself in case I don’t wake up. “That was... uh...” he doesn’t even need to finish his sentence. “I know.”

The next morning

I wake up in a strange yet awfully familiar place. The walls, the blanket, and the view outside my window are all home. The curtains weren’t drawn last night. When I roll over, there’s something that shouldn’t be familiar. I set eyes on a naked JJ sleeping soundly next to me. My eyes widen. I can’t help but sit up drastically fast. I first find my thong. As quietly as I can, I open a drawer beside my bed and rummage for a t shirt. I find one and put it on, only to turn and see JJ’s eyes staring my way.

“Morning sunshine,” he smirks. His bed hair sticks up in every direction. I notice his boxers across the room so I stand and throw them his way. I watch as his face changes, but the proud smirk on his face remains. “We fucked last night,” he chuckles, standing to put his boxers on. I press my top and bottom lips together. “Don’t look too impressed with yourself,” using the hairband around my wrist, I quickly whip my hair up into a ponytail. My legs make their way to stand next to the boy. “It was better than I’d imagined it,” he adds. I backhand him on the arm. “Hey!” His eyes are warming. This is when I realise that I don’t regret it. At least, not half as much as I thought I would. It’s not even awkward. Part of me automatically assumed it would be. “Right,” I clap my hands together. “Are you ready to clean a house?” I ask. His rolling eyes scream loudly. Before he can even protest, I butt in. “This is your party, your mess. You’re lucky I’m gonna help you!”

With each step down the stairs, more of my messy house is revealed to me. “If anything’s broken, you’re replacing it,” I warn him. Red cups, empty beer bottles, even clothing was scattered across the floor. I start imagining the way people probably started behaving when JJ and I went upstairs. What if people fucked on... well... anywhere?! “I think we should just go back upstairs,” JJ suggests. This is going to take so long to clean. I feel JJ’s hand slap against my ass. “It’s never happening again,” I say simply. Yes, it was pretty amazing. No, I do not regret it. No, it should never happen again because our friends will kill us. “Whatever you say babe.”

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svnflowervol666 · 5 years

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could u probably write one where h is dating a girl that’s a lil curvy? (You can look up someone like julia kelly and katya elise henry on ig/tumblr if u wanna know) and she gets a lot of comparisons from a few of his friends and fans, it kinda brings her down a bit bc idk man I’m a bit curvy too but i get so insecure sometimes knowing that people could be so judgmental but i know harry would love his girl no matter what 🥺❤️

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut-ish (at the end)

Something was off with Y/N. Harry had known this for the past few days. It wasn’t that she’d been acting completely different, just so much so that being the caring and attentive person that he is, Harry had picked up on it.

At first, it was turning down second helpings at dinner. He didn’t think much of it aside from giving her the side-eye, because it was her favorite meal that Harry only cooked for her on special occasions. Next, it was her offering to pleasure him in the morning with her mouth instead of letting him take care of them both. Again, it was odd for her to turn down early morning sex, but he’d assumed she was just tired. Then came the nights when Y/N refused to sleep naked. Harry and Y/N always slept without clothes on, Harry claiming that it was just one more layer keeping them apart, which he hated. Again, he thought it was weird, but the weather had been particularly nipply lately so he’d chalked it up to her simply getting chilly throughout the night and needing the extra warmth.

The last and final straw, the whistle-blower that tied all of her off-kilter behaviors together, came to Harry when Y/N was in the shower. She was rinsing off after dinner, which she had only picked at anxiously with her fork without actually eating much of, and Harry was cleaning up the kitchen and living room to prepare for the movie night they had planned. When Harry went to move Y/N’s open laptop from the coffee table, he accidentally woke up the screen, and what he saw puzzled him to no end. It was an article pulled up on her browser, one from a tabloid company titled, “Reasons Why Y/N is Harry Styles’ Best Girlfriend.” The article was filled with photos of not only him and Y/N but of him and his past girlfriends as well. The point was to prove how much happier Harry looked with Y/N as opposed to his exes, but Harry was peeved regardless. Sure, some of these women had done him wrong in the past and left him feeling absolutely gutted, but he hated seeing them being put up against each other in this fashion.

Only adding to his frustration, the next tab over from the article was twitter account that Y/N and Harry had made one drunken night in order to spy on his fans and have a good laugh at how funny some of his followers were. They logged on and scrolled through the tweets together occasionally, but the tweets pulled up on the screen were all about Y/N’s body rather than jokes about how badly they wanted Harry to run them over with his car or memes made out of the horrid candids people had taken of him on stage. They claimed that Y/N was better than Camille because she “actually has an ass,” and that Taylor could never pull off a dress like the one Y/N wore on New Year's Eve because she didn’t have the right curves like Y/N did. Again, not necessarily negative comments, but this coupled with the other article Y/N had been looking at was enough for Harry to comprehend what was happening here.

It didn’t take much for Harry to put it all together, and it broke his heart when he did. She was comparing herself to the other girls Harry had been with. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what people said about Y/N and he knew very well that she looked much different than the other girls he typically went for. People certainly picked up on Harry’s “type,” seeing as he was always a hot topic for the press. Therefore when Y/N came along, everyone had tons to say on the matter. He avoided the comments as much as he could, but it was clear that Y/N was unable to say the same.

In the midst of planning how Harry would approach her on the subject, Y/N emerged from the top of the stairs and made her way over to the couch, dressed in an oversized shirt of Harry’s and a pair of her favorite underwear. Harry quickly closed her laptop and moved it into the kitchen as if he hadn’t just been snooping through her browser history.

“Alright,” she huffed as she plopped down onto the plush cushions of the sofa, wet hair sticking to the nape of her neck, “What’re we watching tonight?”

“Dunno,” Harry pondered, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?”

“You know me too well, bubby,” she sighed contently.

A smile tugged at the corners of Harry’s mouth at the nickname she’d used. She appeared to be in a good mood, so he decided not to push his luck and try talking to her another day.

“Ye’ want some popcorn? Bought a new box at the store yesterday.”

“Uhh, no. I think I’m good. Still pretty full from dinner.”

You hardly touched your dinner, Harry thought to himself. He nodded (extremely hesitantly) at his girlfriend before situating his own self on the sofa next to her.

They settled on some independent film they knew they’d both hate, but that was the fun of it. Cracking jokes about how bad the acting was or about how inconsistent the main character’s accent was was almost more fun to Harry than watching a film that was actually good, which was why they ended up watching shitty, low budget ones on their designated, weekly movie nights.

Nearly halfway through the film, Harry absentmindedly slid his arm that was draped around her waist down to reach for Y/N’s thigh to place over his lap. He loved cuddling her this way, which their bodies morphed together and their legs intertwined under the coziest blanket in his house. Y/N loved it too, so Harry was shocked, but up until recently, not surprised, when she quickly pulled her leg away from Harry’s grip and off of his lap.

“Wha’s wrong? Ye’ don’t want to cuddle wi’ me?”

“What do you mean? I am cuddling with you?”

Harry huffed dramatically and rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s feigned ignorance.

“Ye’ know exactly what I mean, baby. And it’s not just that. You’ve been acting weird lately. I know ye’ think I haven’t noticed, but I have. Ye’ don’t eat as much at dinner anymore, ye’ sleep with a t-shirt on. Ye’ don’t even want me touchin’ ye’ right now. Plus, I saw what was pulled up on your laptop while ye’ were in the shower. I’m not dumb, Y/N. Just wish you’d talk t’ me about it’s all.”

Y/N felt the embarrassment creep up her chest and spread to her neck. Her cheeks burned hot as she stared directly into his emerald green eyes that were begging, pleading for her to open up to him and tell him why she’d been so clearly obsessed with her appearance as of late. She’d had no idea that she’d even made a pattern out of her behaviors must less that Harry had picked up on them.

“I-...Harry....I don’t want to talk about this right now,” her voice barely came over a whisper.

“Well, I do. What is it? Ye’ think your too big f’ me or somethin’?”

Y/N sighed frustratingly in Harry’s direction.

“It’s not that. Not entirely anyway. It’s hard to explain. You’ll think it’s stupid.”

She tried not to look at Harry, but his burning gaze made it impossible to tear her eyes away.

“Baby, nothing ye’ say or feel is stupid. Talk t’ me.”

He placed his ringed hand on her kneecap. She was hesitant to not pull away from his touch, but she tried her best to relax against his grip.

“It’s just that...I don’t....look like the other girls you’ve been with,” Y/N chewed her bottom lip anxiously as soon as the words left her mouth.

Harry still didn’t see her point.

“So?” he questioned, “There’s a reason why I’m not with ‘em anymore.”

“I’m just...I see all of these comments about what people say about me...about us and it makes me feel weird.”

“Weird? Like wha’?”

“Weird like I don't really see why you’re even with me, H. I am the polar opposite of all of your exes.”

Harry had half a mind to be angry with Y/N for more or less accusing him of not loving her when that couldn’t have been further from the truth, but he was able to see things from her side and keep his urges to himself. He knew exactly what it was like to be under constant scrutiny from the press, but she didn’t. She didn’t ask for this, she didn’t deserve this, and she certainly shouldn’t be feeling the way she’s feeling right now.

“Baby,” Harry cooed her, “Wha’ever it is that ye’ read or wha’ever ye’ thinkin’, ‘ts not true. I swear on me mum that you’re the girl I want t’ spend forever with. Ye’ don’t have to change anything about ye’self to get me t’ love ye’ any more than I already do.”

“But-”

“But nothing,” Harry interrupted, “Promise me ye’ won’t read that rubbish anymore. And promise you’ll stop hidin’ ye’self from me, too.”

Y/N nodded slowly, feeling the tension built up in her shoulders slowly dissipating into thin air. Harry was her favorite person in the world, and hearing that from him meant everything. Of course, she’d still have her moments when she’d feel like she wasn’t good enough, but everyone had those.

“Good,” Harry leaned over to press a chaste kiss over her forehead, “Now give me a proper cuddle.”

He leaned over to grab her by the waist and hoisted her up completely on top of him.

“Harry, no!” Y/N sheepishly exclaimed through embarrassed giggles.

“Y/N, yes!” Harry taunted her as he made them both comfortable on the sofa once more.

He pulled the blanket up over their shoulders and wrapped his arms securely around her back so that he could pet her spine whilst they finished the movie. She nestled into Harry’s shoulder and breathed in his scent that lingered on his fitted, white t-shirt. Twenty minutes ago, she’d have felt like she was crushing Harry under her weight, but not now. She felt at peace knowing Harry loved her for who she was.

As movie nights typically go with Harry, he started to get quite handsy towards the end of the film. He was starting to shift about the sofa and his palms were navigating towards the supple skin of Y/N’s bum. At first, it was a comforting hand slipping in between the hemline of her panties and just resting there against her bare skin, but soon turned into Harry kneading teasing, firm motions on her ass. His lips had found their way to the sensitive patch of her neck, sucking and tugging the area lazily, but still intense enough to mark her up.

“Angel,” Harry beckoned when he was able to pull his lips away from her momentarily.

Y/N hummed in response, too intoxicated from the tingling sensation caused by Harry’s tongue mouthing at her throat.

“Sit up f’ me,” Harry demanded, his voice dripping with lust and desire.

She did as she was told, sitting up so she was still straddling Harry’s chest as she looked down at him. Harry kept a close grip on Y/N’s thighs as he slid further down the couch and his face was now inches away from her core.

“Harry, what’re you-”

“Shh,” Harry’s eyes were blown out and glassy as he switched from looking into her eyes and the damp patch that was slowly but surely forming at the front of her cotton panties.

“Just let me love on ye’ for a bit. Come closer t’ me.”

He tried tugging her thighs so that she’d sit down a bit more against him, but she tensed up.

“But I don’t want to-”

“Ye’ not gonna crush me or wha’ever it is that ye’ worried about.”

“I might,” she mumbled to herself.

Her self-depreciation caused Harry to nip the inside of her bare thigh with his teeth, which made her jerk in response.

“Hey!” she scolded.

Harry took advantage of her moment of disorientation and kissed her heat over the front of her panties so that he could taste the juices that had accumulated there. Her chuckles quickly died down into moans when she felt the beginnings of his stubble graze the part of her body where she’d always needed Harry the most.

“Ye’ gonna listen t’ me now, pet?” Harry asked as he replaced his lips with his thumb, where he began rubbing tantalizingly slow circles against her clothed clit.

“Mhmmm,” Y/N mewled.

“Though so,” Harry finished off with his infamous cheeky smirk.

She settled down properly onto Harry’s face, hovering just over his plump, shining lips until he was ready to taste her again. When he pulled her panties to the side and latched onto her dripping, wet core, she sank even further down against Harry’s tongue, eager to feel him in every possible nook and cranny that he could reach. He drank from her like he’d never wanted anything else in his all of his days.

Y/N had no doubt in her mind that at this moment, Harry was being honest when he said that she was the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ A NIGHTMARE ❜

with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza and the Reyes brothers.

Request #1: Please tell me mine makes the count for the first 10 lmao But if you can. Can you please do a Riz request where the girl is a sister, possibly a Reyes sister and the two of them are secretly together. And they spend the night together until her two brothers open the door and see them?

BY @firebenderwolf

Request #2: helloooooo i would to request an imagine with riz ariza in which the reader is angel and ez sister. the plot about something fluff like cuddling or having a cute whatever is better for you. Thank you so much🤍

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: anout 1.8k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @fromthesixteenthfloor

Masterlist.

Suddenly waking up, covered by sweat and your heart racing, you grab the baseball bat next to your bed. You're pretty sure that you heard a strange noise coming from the living room, but EZ and Angel are out of town. So you just hope that it was part of your nightmare. Slowly walking through your brother's flat, barefoot and trying to be silent, you turn on the lights. Everything seems under normality. The windows are closed and the main door is locked. Nothing is thrown over the floor and the TV is off. Coming back to your room with the same defensive position and the bat raised up in front of your eyes, ready to beat whoever's ass, you run like never before as soon as you reach your dorm. Putting the latch that Angel installed for you, for these days, you crawl to your bed to grab your phone starting to cry for no reason. Typing Riz's number by heart, you wait impatiently for hearing his voice.

“Mi amor, what's up?” He was sleeping, noticing it in the low tone he uses to speak.

“Can yo—you come to my house, pl—please?” You can't help but sob, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles.

“Shit, yes, of course, baby. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Feeling awake, he sounds like he's getting up from his bed, looking for some clothes to wear.

“I just… have a nigh—nightmare, and I'm freak—freaking scared”.

“I'll be there in ten, okay?”

“Ok—Okay…”

You can't stop checking the hour on your phone every single second, biting superficially your nails without breaking them, trying to calm yourself somehow. You're not used to having nightmares, and usually when it happens, you don't remember what happened. But when your screen turns on again with a text message from Riz, you start to cry again unconsolable, leaving it away and getting up from your bed to run towards the entrance. And, as soon as you open the main door, you jump into him. Your boyfriend doesn't hesitate to hold you tightly, surrounding his waist with your legs, clinged to him with all your strength.

“It's okay, mi amor… It's okay, I'm here”. He whispers caressing your back, coming into the house and closing the door behind his back.

Sinking your face into his neck, you try to get a little more relaxed, less shaked and breathing somewhat better. He knows he doesn't need to say anything, being enough with his presence and his lovely touch. It's the first time he hears you cry and it's really breaking his heart. Leading his steps towards the nearest sofa, Riz sits there holding you yet, before cupping your cheek in his hands. Cleaning your tears without any word uttered, he leans to peck your lips softly.

“I'm here, mi amor, don't cry”. He mutters, leaving now some clingy kisses in your cheeks to make you laugh. At least, a little.

“Can you… please stay tonight?” You almost beg him, sniffing but not crying anymore.

“You don't have to ask for it, mi reina”. He just says, showing you that smile you love more than anything.

Riz has that power on you that anyone else has. He husks your demons, your insecurities, your fears. Anything bad that runs through your mind, he puts it down. And he does it so easily that sometimes surprises you. Resting your head over one of his shoulders, you surround him with your arms, closing your eyes just for some seconds in the meantime you recover your peaceful breathing.

“Do you want me to prepare you a tea or something?”

You shake your head softly.

“Okay, I'm gonna take you to bed, alrai'?”

Standing up from the sofa, he walks towards your room with a slow pace, until reaching it. Placing your feet on the white fluffy carpet, Riz starts to undress himself leaving only his boxers, to lie down by your side drawing you into his arms, after turning off the lights. One of his hands falls on your neck, while the other caress your skin under the short sleeve, tangling your legs with his. Placing gently kisses on your forehead, you rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyelids. Now you feel more safe than ever, even if there's any danger close.

“I love you”. You whisper into his ear, leaning some inches to kiss his cheek.

You're not used to saying these three simple words, but instead using a lot of pet-names. So every time you utter them, your boyfriend smiles like an idiot, just like you do. You don't know how it happened, exactly. Since you two met, you couldn't avoid flirting unconsciously, until you found out that you were in love with each other to the gills. And one night at the clubhouse, he couldn't wait much more to kiss you. Sometimes it's difficult to hide it from your brothers, but it's been eight months since you started and they don't suspect anything, even if you know that one day you will have to tell them about your relationship. But for the moment, you don't want to think about it, getting more comfy under his arms.

“I was thinking of asking Bishop for some days off, so we can go somewhere”. Riz comments with feigned causality, making you laugh low.

“Sounds good”. You nod, raising your eyes towards the black ones. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I don't know… Tijuana, Los Angeles, San Diego. Depends on if you prefer more heat desert or beach”.

“Anywhere is perfect without having to hide”.

“Fuck, yes”. The mexican can't help but break into laughter. “Do you feel better?”

Turning over his side, he caresses the line of your jaw softly. You just nod in silence, before pressing your lips on his. Getting perfectly molded, you tangle your fingers in his hair, not wanting to let him go.

“I love you, mi amor”. He says between some kisses.

You wake up rested and feeling better than other nights, sticking your back to his chest and tangling your fingers with the ones around your neck and waist, shortening the distance. Feeling how Riz holds you tightly and leaves some kisses on your head, you purr softly drawing a smile on your lips. You would like to spend the whole morning like that, just enjoying his pampers in silence. But he has to work and you have to study for an exam. So that calm doesn't last long.

“Talk with your brothers about the nightmare, when they come ba—”.

“We're already here, old ass!”

Angel's voice freezes your blood. Suddenly opening your eyes and sitting up over the bed with a terrified look on your faces.

“Shit…” Your boyfriend snorts, rubbing his face with both hands.

“Maybe they didn't hear you”. You try to whisper.

“What the fuck, girl? I'm answering him”.

“Angel…” EZ's just says.

“What? He's fucking our little sister, man!”

“And you're fucking the whole Santo Padre”. Your brother responds, making you chuckle, seeing Riz getting up to get dressed.

“We're not talking about my cock”.

“Not even about Riz's”. You add then, stepping out from your dorm, walking towards them in the living room. “Jeez… You look like shit”.

Angel raises an eyebrow with his eyes on yours, before rolling them.

“Thank you, that's very kind”. Ezekiel smirks, having a sip from his coffee. “Having fun in our absence?”

“I had a nightmare. I thought someone came to… steal or something, and I was fucking scared”.

“So you call him”.

“Who else, idiot?”

“Pops?” EZ says as if it wasn't obvious.

“Guys”.

“Dirty old ass”.

“Angel, I'm gonna fucking punch you el pinche hocico”. (Into the fucking mouth).

“Fight me, gnome”.

Lifting up both eyebrows looking at him, twisting your neck, you can't believe how immature he's sometimes.

“I will call you when I'm done later, okay?”

“No, you better don't call h—”.

“Ezekiel, can you hit Angel, please?”

Your brother obeys delighted, punching his shoulder, as he used to so when you were children. And the older gives him back another, distracting them so you can say goodbye to Riz, accompanying him to the main door.

“Thank you for coming last night”. You whisper, hearing your brothers complaining about the punches, while he kisses your forehead chuckling.

“Anytime, gnome”.

“Oh, c'mon!” You laugh palming his chest. “I love you…”

“I love you too”.

Coming back to the living room, after closing the door, you continue to the kitchen to have some coffee in a mug and sit at the table with your brothers. They stop fighting, waiting for some kind of explanation.

“He runs Vicki's house”.

“And you run the whole Santo Padre”. Ezekiel is drinking when he hears you, almost drowning between some coughs and cleaning his mouth with a hand.

“Anyone know?” He asks then.

“Yeah, Taza and Bishop”.

“Girl, what the fuck? How do they know before us?”

“I went to Taza's ranch to have dinner. Like… a lot of times”.

“You went to a house in the middle of nowhere with three men older than you?” Angel can't believe you, leaning towards the table.

“Yeah, and we did an orgy. Are you fucking idiot?” You growl hitting his forehead with your palm.

“Pops knows?” Turning to your other brother, you nod shrugging as if it wasn't obvious.

Suddenly, Angel throws himself to the floor, sobbing and tangling his hands over his own chest. You two look at him over the table, watching him feigning a heart attack or being possessed. Any theory is valid for whatever he's doing.

“You fucking drama queen…” Rolling your eyes, you sit up again.

“How much time do y—”.

“Eight months”.

“AY! AY, AY!” You can't help but break into laughs, hearing your big brother pretending to be crying.

“Fucking idiot”. Shaking your head, you get up from your chair to turn the table and fall onto Angel's abdomen like a plank.

“Don' touch me, you traitor, breaking my poor heart”.

“Anything that a Reyes sandwich doesn't fix”. The other says, falling onto you smashing both.

“FUCK, EZEKIEL”. The oldest and you complain laughing, barely breathing. “FUCKING MOVE”.

Squirming in the middle, you free yourself, lying on the floor between both. Looking at them, you place your arms under their necks pulling them closer.

“(Y/N) Ariza. How does it sound?”

“If you fuckin' change the ‘Reyes’ one day, I'm gonna run over him with pops' car”. Angel grunts palming your forehead.

“I'm more into tying his feet to it, and driving through the desert”. Ezekiel opines pursing his lips in a petty smile.

“You wouldn't if I poison you first”.

“Yeah, whatever. What happened last night?”

“I think it was just my subconscious missing my two favorite boys”.

“Do you see how fake that sounds, mi dulcecito?”

“Cierra el pinche hocico”. (Shut the fuck up). You chuckle with your eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I really missed you those four days, idiots…”

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teamvnla · 3 years

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Cutscene ; Turnabout

“Do I look familiar?” The doctor asked in a soft tone, his eyes looked over Kashmere’s face. He had certainty grown, yet there were still distinctive features the shown through.

Kashmere stared at the man, his mind abuzz. Something about him looked so familiar, yet the young Faunus could swear he had never seen him before...however there was a chance that it was true that he knew the man and that HE didn’t know him. He took a tentative sip of his water.

“You look quite familiar, what’s your name?” Fir pressed on, there was no doubt in his mind of who the boy who sat before him was. He had never expected a reunion, let alone one like this. The lack of recognition in the boy’s eyes showed no sign of a front. What had happened to him?

“....my head hurts…” He mumbled, lips grazing against the plastic rim of the water bottle.

“Ah, of course. Just wait here a moment, I have just the thing.” He stood with a gentle smile, Kashmere couldn’t quite place his finger on how to feel about it unless the aftertaste at the back of his tongue was any sign. Once the man had left the room Kashmere steadied himself, pressing his ear to the door for any sign of movement on the other side. Receiving a response of silence, he slipped from the room taking the bottle with him doing his best to casually make his way out of the hospital.

He nearly flinched at the screech of his earpiece only now noticing that it had been inactive, however he didn’t hear any voices. There was no way he wouldn’t be getting an earful had it actually been working, maybe they had some faulty equipment. He tried to push what the doctor had said to him from his mind, whether that man knew whatever was before who he was now didn’t matter...right? Despite his attempts the lingering questions and familiarity remained in his mind.

————

“What the hell happened back there?!” There was the earful the porcupine had been waiting for, though he hadn’t expected it the minute the door behind him closed.

“I felt sick..” He muttered, pulling the earpiece out of his ear, “That wasn’t much help anyways.” He added tossing the earpiece onto the coffee table, while Opal was ready to give Kash a lecture on the importance of maintaining a connection to your home base Russ was quick to swipe up the earpiece cracking it open with a small pair of tools. Opal’s head swiveled upon hearing the other boy break apart a piece of her equipment, though before she could spiral into a new lecture she appeared to come to the same conclusion Russet just had.

“It’s totally fried.”

“..it wasn’t just a simple dead zone..” She muttered a manicured nail held between her teeth, the annoyed expression left the beautiful woman's face replaced with a furrowed brow as she found herself returning to her desk quickly typing eyes roaming the multitude of tabs opened. Upon seeing Russet make his way over to join the older women pointing over her shoulder and commenting on something, Kash decided to make his way outside to the balcony figuring the cold air would help him think.

He leaned forward against the balcony, slipping the water bottle from his coat pocket tracing a finger over the label of the bottle,it wasn’t like it was going to aid their job anyway, but knowing that no one from the hotel room had seen the interaction between that man and himself made his thoughts muddle up. He let out a puff of air letting his head come down a rest against the cool metal of the railing, it was soothing against the warmth of his forehead.

“...Maybe I should just start smoking like Van..” He chuckled to himself.

“Quite a nasty habit, hard one to quit at that.” He felt the tips of his quills bump up against his shirt upon hearing the sudden voice, but from the accent alone Kashmere could tell who had entered the balcony, he hadn’t even felt her approach though that wasn’t unusual for a certified Hunteress. “What’s on your mind, boy?” Tarragon asked with a warm smile, unlike when Leo referred to them as ‘kid’ or ‘boy’ to Kash hearing the older women call him ‘boy’ felt anything but condescending.

“Dunno, just thinking…” It wasn’t even a good excuse, he turned leaning back against the railing to face Tarragon. His gaze rolled over her analytically, out of the three hunters they were traveling with he had decided Tarragon was his favorite. The questions she asked never seemed to have an ulterior motive. He was a people watcher, see, when you aren't too sure who you are taking on others personalities is lot easier than you'd think. Tarragon's personality was far kinder what he had expected when he first met her, that was besides the point. The Faunus paused, gaze shifting to the building nearby. "The thing is….I have this gap in my memory...I wouldn't really call it a gap though. Its more like...like falling asleep at the beginning of a movie and waking up in the middle. So, you try to piece together your own plot from the pieces around you." He ran a hand through his hair failing to remain casual upon explaining his situation.

Tarragon watched the boy's expression, for being so stoic Kashmere was still very expressive in his own ways. Having this team around who happened to be the same age as her own child, really reinforced her reason for taking on this job with such vigor. Her thoughts shifted as his words came to stop and his gaze moved back to her looking for a reaction to go off of. Bring a hand to her chin she mulled over the new information. "So now you're wonderin' if the plot line you've come up with is anythin' close to the original?"

"I don't care about the original plot line." Kashmere was quick to respond, lips pressing together in a thin line after, it made Tarragon wonder if he was saying to convince her or himself. “I mean...why should I care? I have everything else set up just fine around me, what does the past matter?” He clearly struggled with the new emotions bubbling in his chest, he shot his gaze away taking a deep breath attempting to regain the aloof composure he was known for.

“Kash,” She began softly, “Are you worried that whatever happened that you don’t remember is going to change you?” She tilted her body trying to put herself back into his view, his gaze glanced to her briefly making eye contact. “I can assure you it wont, you’re a bright boy with a strong personality and will. Finding out what you don’t know ain’t gonna change ya, if anythin’ it’ll just make ya even more sure of who you are in this moment.” She spoke warmly and encouragingly.

“So..you’re saying I should find out.”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t.”

“Sometime’s speaking to you is like solving a riddle.” Kash commented with a huff, he couldn’t tell if his thoughts were less muddled than before or if they had just gotten worse.

“How sweet, well my dear boy join the rest of when you’re ready. We’re ‘bout to have supper, you deserve a warm meal after a hard day of work.” She responded with a wave over her shoulder as she turned to exit the balcony.

Kash leaned against the railing further tilting his gaze up to stare at the darkened sky for a moment longer, what he wouldn’t give to be a bird and not have to deal with breaks from the mundane.

———

A few days had passed before Lye was being suited up for another appointment, Kash had yet to be called on for another exploration into the hospital and given few chances to be sent on reconnaissance either. He was practically bouncing at the chance to do something instead of given more times to stew in his thoughts, even his best friend was too busy to have a conversation.

“Russ, I’m probably going to head out to see if there anything I can find out from that lead from the other day.” He approached the redhead who was switching between typing away at his laptop and writing notes down. “It’s the one from the old hag who kicked you out of her shop,” He chuckled remembering the jokes they had made after the incident. “Wanna join?”

“Ah..” Russet finally looked up from the screen, a hand came to the side of his neck rubbing as he tilted his head. “Sorry man, Opal gots me workin’ cracking pass some of the firewalls for a lot of the restricted areas. Van might be willing to go with you though?”

“Yeah, Van..” Kashmere nodded nearly shocked that the person who knew how to read him the best couldn’t see the disappointment written across his face, the canine Faunus shot him a smile before returning to his work.

——-

He made his way to the living room which had been converted to the main hub of the operation, Opal was briefing Lye on the particular details she would need for the job today. He figured it would be best to make it quick.

“Lye, do you know where Van is?” He stepped in glancing towards one of the tablet screens with a feed of code he couldn’t quite understand.

“I don’t, and frankly I don’t care.” The curt response quickly reminded Kashmere of the tension still remaining between the Marigold twins. Mood clearly soured Lye purse her lips, turning her attention back to Opal. “Sorry, kinda busy right now Kash.”

He gave a silent nod taking it as his cue to see his way out, he knew she was pissed at Van, but a simple no would have been enough to send him on his way.

———

Kashmere poked his head into the penthouse kitchen where both Jae and Leo were mulling over blueprints of the hospital. “Have you guys seen Van?” He asked, feeling as if he was interrupting despite it feeling like the millionth time he had walked in on the pair going over blueprints.

“I saw him earlier..I think he was heading out.” Jae glanced towards Kash while the only reply Leo had was a gruff shrug.

“He went with Tarragon on some reconnaissance.”

“Oh.”

Titus queried a brow at the blunt response, he figured that the boy would be more happy to receive an answer. “I can tell you where they were heading, I don’t think they’d mind the extra set of hands.” He added feeling a sense of the pity for the young hunter.

He nodded almost hesitantly, he headed out after receiving the coordinates though once a block away from the hotel he stopped abruptly. Staring at the ad of the great owl tucked in amongst the branches of the tree, in that moment his conversation with Tarragon flashed in his head and before he knew it his route had changed in the direction for the hospital.

———

Kashmere knew what cameras the team had their screen focused on, he also knew the routes that they had gone over using. Combining bits pieces he managed to assemble a route straight to the head office, were it not for the waves of nausea and the thumping in his chest he would’ve been quite proud of himself for doing so. The route he took was practically a cake walk, maybe he’d have to give the team the signal that it was far easier to infiltrate than they had originally thought.

He swallowed hard staring at the grand oak door before him, he could feel a cold sweat forming on the back of his neck. The door struck had something deep within him that he couldn’t place his finger on, instead of dwelling on the feeling he grasped the gold handle and pushed the door open.

“We need to talk.” He stated the door shutting behind him, facing the old man sitting at a large desk with a beaming smile quite the opposite of the tense expression the young Faunus wore.

“I was worried for a moment you wouldn’t return.” Fir stood gesturing to one of the lush seats in the middle of the office. “May I offer you some tea before we start, chamomile is known to help ease nausea.”

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aresrl · 3 years

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I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!

I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!

Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)

You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!

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actualaster · 4 years

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1, 2, 3 (Fiery Angel or Bookstore), 5, 6, 9, 10, 11, 12, 15. Fanfic Ask Meme! (Alternatively you could do them all because I am infinitely curious!)

M(Fics mentioned in responses can be found on AO3, main account is named KageSora, a handful are from an alt account that’s kink-dedicated. You can find that one by poking around on my main if you care to search for it.)

Fanfic Ask Meme

1. What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?

Hrm, that’s a hard one... I honestly don’t know if I can pick, because I like a bunch of them for entirely different reasons. I’m pretty fond of “Demon Lord”. I’m also pretty fond of “Love Thyself”, that collection of RataEmi drabbles. ...If we’re talking alt account, “Warmth” definitely is up there at the top

2. What is your favorite snippet of dialogue?

Oh, this one’s SUPER easy. XD (From “A Little Too Curious”)

“Aster, if you’re so determined to get yourself killed, just tell me and I’ll save you the trouble of finding an inventive way to do it.”

3. What inspired [insert fic]?

Uhhhh... Lessee... IIRC, “Fiery Angel” was a fill for a fic prompt meme on Tumblr. I can’t for the life of me remember about “Bookstore”, though.

5. What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

Crap, I’m not actually certain--I don’t really think about it enough to pay attention to when I’m leaning into headcanon or not, much less to do so regularly. Maybe if I could get my ass together to write more often...

6. What’s the detail you wait on bated breath for readers to notice?

Ahahaha... None, actually. I. Don’t really put that much thought into it. XD I’m. Not that deep of a writer. THOUGH OKAY I DID WONDER IF ANYBODY WOULD CATCH THE HASTY PLOT HOLE REPAIR IN “WARMTH” THAT EXPLAINS WHY THEY COULDN’T JUST USE A FUCKING BLANKET. I dunno if anybody actually caught that or not, which if not that’s good bc it means I fixed it well. XD

9. What’s the fic you like the least?

Hm. That one’s also hard to say. Might be “Addicted” because I was really hoping to get something out of trying to put the stuff going through my head down into words and it just... Didn’t really work, wasn’t able to work through anything with it like I’d hoped. Sometimes that happens. But it’s helped at least one other person out there, though, so I don’t regret giving it a shot.

10. What would you change if you had it all to do again?

I have a handful of fics that I’d largely keep the same but have some notable changes in terms of wording and such that I’d change because I feel like they’re not... Great. I mean they were from like almost 10 years ago so. (I keep meaning to go back and make changes but also. So much effort...)

I’d probably also change how I went about linking a few fics between accounts, ahahah. I mean I could edit it up anyway but. Like. Uh. They’re some of my more read fics so. Uh. Yeah. I’d also probably have posted one of the fics to my alt account even if it didn’t technically fit in with the rest of what I write over there because it’s close enough and it’s still kinky so. XD

11. What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

Well, a “dark” version of “A Little Too Curious” is still rotting on my HDD lmao. I. Have some serious changes I’d need to make before I can even continue it because going back over it I’ve now got notes on it that are like “what the FUCK????” and “DUDE WHAT THE HELL NOT OKAY” lmao. I. Am really wondering why past!me didn’t pay attention to the details of “well that’s actually pretty fucking messed up” in some areas. LIKE YEAH IT’S MEANT TO BE KIND OF DARK BUT NOT. T H A T.

I also wanna fic Werewolf Aster AU in some capacity at some point. I’ve got a handful of other crackfic ideas but they’re ancient and would need absolutely ridiculous revising to even be worth considering lmao.

I DEFINITLY AM STILL HUNTING AROUND FOR INSPIRATION FOR A NICE RATATOSK/ASTER FIC IDEA. I WANNA WRITE A NICE ONE FOR THEM WHERE THEY’RE. LIKE. WHERE IT’S NOT FUCKED UP DARKFIC.

12. What’s the hardest thing to write for you?

Anything mutlichap. I just cannot multichap to save my life. There’s a reason the only two multichaps I’ve got (aside from a drabble collection and one absolutely ancient one on an FFN account that wasn’t a coherent thing but was just a cracky mess of an actor au concept with unrelated chapters) are on indefinite hiatus. ;_; and why all my original stuff is one-off snapshots of events and characters

15. Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs

Hmmm... asdlkfjasdf oKAY THIS ONE’S. I’M TRYING TO WRITE IT BUT IT’S. I’M NOT SURE HOW TO WRITE IT FOR A VARIETY OF REASONS including it takes forever to write smut because i have to bury my face in my hands every few lines MY FILE IS SAVED AS “MEMEY HATEPWP CRACKFIC TRASH” FOR A REASON LMAO

It started with a stupid argument--Richter, frustrated about Emil breaking up with him to date Ratatosk saying “The hell is so special about your dick that he doesn’t even want mine anymore?”

Ratatosk, not being one to ignore an argument to be had, countering with the very convincing “Because I’m a better fuck than you could ever be.”

Emil, sensing an opportunity, offered “W-well, I’d be happy to judge.”

Things did not, however go Just According To Keikaku [author’s note: “keikaku” means plan]

And since u said u were curious about the others anyway...

4. Do you prefer writing long or short fics?

Depends on how you define length, I like writing in the 1-5k range or so I guess? Or at least that’s what a fair number of mine turn out as. Mostly I just prefer anything but multichap orz

7. How much do you like symbolism in your fics?

Eh, if it happens it happens. I don’t usually try to write in any intentionally--honestly I can’t think of a specific time I did. I enjoy reading it in stuff but I’m not great at figuring out how to put it in myself.

8. How often do people catch onto your little details?

IDK, not super often usually for the simple reason that I don’t usually put a lot of tiny little details to be caught in? Probably be a different story if I wrote longer stuff, but I just mostly don’t focus on that--I’m also, like, absolutely abysmal at telling when I’ve got a fun little detail or something in my own writing. XD Other people are more likely to discover it than I am to realize I included it lmao

13. Do you have a favorite character to write for?

Aster, probably, or Emil. :3

14. What’s your favorite shipping fic you’ve written? Favorite gen fic?

For shipping fic... Damn that’s also very hard because almost all of what I write is shipping so you get the same problem as question 1. XD TBH, probably the same answer as I gave for #1.

For gen stuff, though, “Cooking Problems” 100%. #letemilsayfuck2kforever :p

#fanfic ask meme #lengthy post #goron-king-darunia #questions for kage

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demons-are-curing-my-depression · 3 years

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My Dear Demons - Chapter 9

Preview:

"L-look… the only one that's got any… feelings for them is Mammon. I mean come on, he's not exactly subtle." Levi let out a scoff. "You… you've still got a shot with everyone else." This time he heard her scoff.

"I don't have a shot…" He heard her, muffled from under the blanket, voice heavy. "I don't have anything. Months pretending I did have something and now it’s all gone! It’s theirs, not mine! I'm nothing, a nuisance, I don't belong here, everyone wants me gone as soon as possible, I'm just a stupid inconvenience no one wants to deal with."

Pairing: Main - Levi x F!OC x Belphie, bit of Satan x F!OC, Mammon x GN!MC (”Yuki”)

Rating: Currently “Teen And Up” on AO3

Fic Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Depression/Anxiety, Negative Thoughts/Themes,

Warnings: TW !! Negative thoughts and anxiety spikes that lead to implied suicidal thoughts/idealization. None of those thoughts are written out, but if you need to skip this part for your own mental health, please do. The only thing you’ll “miss” will be summarized at the bottom.

Words: 1256

A/N: This is a shorter chapter in case you need to skip it. Please read the warnings above.

(First Chapter) (Previous Chapter) (Next Chapter)

When Yuki walked into the room a few hours after dinner the next night, they found Anna sitting on the floor of their room. She was surrounded by books and crumpled up pieces of paper, looking close to tears. The previous evening she had spent watching Beel and his team practice and only had a few hours to work on her school work, once they'd gotten back, after dinner. She’d spent most of the day working on homework for a handful of classes but had only gotten a third of the work done. Studying had never been something that came easy to her, much like note taking. Sometimes her brain just refused to retain information or it made it hard for her to concentrate on reading and she’d end up reading the same paragraph ten times before anything sunk in. She’d been at it for two hours on the same subject when Yuki came back from watching a movie with Mammon. They had wanted to give Anna space and quiet to work.

Yuki came to kneel across from her and she spoke after a big sigh.

"I'm not good at school,” Anna said. “I barely passed in my world. My notes don’t help, I don’t remember half the stuff from class yesterday and even less from the day before… how am I supposed to pass when there’re actual tests? There’s too much." She rubbed a hand over her face, messing up her glasses before just taking them off.

"I thought Satan was supposed to be helping you," Yuki reminded her with a frown. Anna hesitated as she twirled her glasses back and forth by the end of an earpiece.

"I-I can't ask him." She shook her head. Yuki let out a small gasp, a big smile coming to their face.

"Is he the one you-?"

"It's not that!” Anna exclaimed as she shook her head. “He's got better things to do than help me… I don't wanna bother him."

Especially not since he probably thinks I'm already slacking off in my classes… Why would he want to waste his time to help me?

"I don't think he would mind."

"Maybe if I was you ," Anna mumbled as she put her glasses back on, but Yuki heard her. They frowned.

"You won't know unless you ask him."

"I don’t plan on asking." Anna shook her head again and turned to one of the open textbooks.

"Then I will!" Yuki jumped up. Anna's eyes widened as Yuki ran from the room.

"Wh-? Yuki! No!" She scrambled to get up, slipping on a few papers, and almost tripping over the mess before she got up and was out the door after them. Unfortunately she was too slow and Yuki reached and opened Satan’s door before she could stop them.

"Would you tutor Anna? She needs help catching up with schoolwork."

"No I don't-!" Anna looked to see Satan's shocked face - two humans had just burst into his room - and shook her head adamantly. "I'm fine, you don't have to help me. You can go back to reading." She grabbed Yuki's arm and tried to pull them from the doorway.

"She does need help, she just doesn't want to ask you," Yuki insisted.

"Yuki- I don't, I…" Anna couldn't help her breathing picking up as her voice cracked. Without looking at either of them she took off running back towards Yuki's room. Along the way she almost ran into Levi who was walking from the kitchen to his room. She stopped in front of him, making him jump. His eyes widened at the tears in her eyes. "Can I hide in your room?" she managed to get out clearly. He nodded, blinking at her. She followed him silently to his room. He let them both in and she immediately walked towards his bedtub but stopped herself as she reached it.

He wouldn’t want you in his bed.

She instead sat down on the floor beside it, her back to Levi as he closed the door.

"Y-you can lay down in it if you want," he told her. That seemed to be what broke the dam as the tears started streaming down her face, shoulders shaking. "Gah! Wh-what did I do? I'm sorry! Ah! Don't cry!" He rushed to place his drink and snacks onto his desk before he turned to her. She shook her head. "Did… did something happen?" She shook her head again. "You're lying…" She got up and climbed into the bedtub. "H-hey-!" He walked over as she covered her head with the blanket. "Don't ignore me." As her thoughts spiraled and the familiar pangs pierced her chest he put a hand over his own. "You're jealous of Yuki." It wasn't a question. Her thoughts and emotions were running wild in her head, but that was one of the strongest and the one he could pick up on without a doubt. He sat down with his back to her against the bedtub. "L-look… the only one that's got any… feelings for them is Mammon. I mean come on, he's not exactly subtle." Levi let out a scoff. "You… you've still got a shot with everyone else." This time he heard her scoff.

"H-hey- that's not… no one thinks that… no one wants you gone as soon as possible. What gave you that idea?" She didn't respond. He turned his head to look down into the bedtub and frowned hearing her sniffling. "Yuki's happy you're here-" Not a moment after the words left his lips he felt it. "Okay yeah so they've been here a while-" Again. "A-and they've known everyone longer but-" He was just making it worse. "Look-! You're not Yuki so- I mean you'll never-! They-! Gah! Stop hiding and just talk to me!" he shouted as he stood. Anna gasped as he yanked the blanket off and she found herself looking up at his demon form. "No, you'll never be Yuki and you don’t have what they do with my brothers-" Fresh tears. "It's not fair! I know! But you can't just give up and accept it! It's never going to change if you just sit here and cry about it!" He watched her bottom lip quivering and spun around. "Gah!" He put his hands in his hair. Suddenly there was a pounding on the door.

"Levi! Is Anna in there?" Yuki shouted. Levi opened the door.

"She's crying in my bed," he said and pointed as Yuki ran past him and threw themselves half in the bedtub to hug the girl.

"Don't you dare," they whispered into her hair. "I know what you're thinking and don't you dare do it." Levi frowned as he watched, his head tilting to the side. He turned to see Satan step into the room. The expression on his younger brother's face was concern but also matched the confusion he was feeling as well. Levi's demon form faded as the two looked towards the two humans. Satan motioned for them to leave the room.

"Come on," he said in a quiet voice.

"But it's my room-" Levi started to protest, but the look he received made him stop.

A/N: I didn’t wanna write out any of the thoughts but it was meant to hint at idealization without real intent. Anna Is Not Okay (I Promise). (<- MCR? Anyone? Anyone?)

If you needed to skip this chapter the only thing you “missed” was Anna struggles with school/homework. Yuki tries to be helpful and asks Satan for her. Cue anxiety. Anna ends up crying in Levi’s bedtub.

(Next Chapter)

#my dear demons fic #obey me fanfic #read warnings at top

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murdertrialimagines · 5 years

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V3 Boys Doing Kabedon On S/O

“Hello, welcome there ! Can i request danganronpa v3 boys doing kabedon on their S/O please ? >.< Merci ~ “

I haven’t even thought about kabedon in ages! This is such a cute idea, I’m in love! Story under the tag~

P.S: In case you don’t know what kabedon is, here is a definition: ‘Kabedon is a very popular means of expressing romantic love or adoration. It is done by a man hitting his hand on a wall, pinning the woman in the process.’

Shuichi Saihara

We all know Shuichi is shy when it comes to romance

He would glow red just as you holding his hand in public

Which is why you two would only cuddle in private, as he was worried about being teased

But today he was stressed

He had spent a week straight trying to find the mastermind, with nothing to show for it

That also meant a week of not seeing you as much as he liked, and he was craving from attention

He walked into your dorm without asking, knowing that you were there, probably sitting at a desk reading or drawing

“Shuichi!” You stood up from your desk, walking towards him. “What are you doing here?”

As you approached your boyfriend you saw the serious expression on his face, causing you to slow down

“Shuichi, are you okay? Have you been sleepi-”

You were forcefully cut off by Shuichi taking a sudden step forward, lightly grabbing your shoulder and pushing you against the wall, slamming his hand into the wall near your head in the process

Looking up at Shuichi, your face reddened at the serious look he had painted on

His eyes were unreadable, only observing you

He collapsed into you, your back thudding lightly against the wall

“Shuichi...?”

You felt his arms wrap around your waist, tightening when he sensed that you were balanced

“I’m sorry Y/n, I really wanted to see you, but I am just so exhausted...”

Relaxing, you returned his hug, smiling softly into his chest

“It’s alright Shuichi, I just wish you hadn’t worked yourself so hard.”

Lightly pushing him back, you led the sluggish boy to the bed, laying him down before getting in yourself

Pulling the covered over the two of you, you silently giggled as Shuichi nuzzled into you, making you into a makeshift teddy bear

“Goodnight love.”

Kaito Momota

It had only been a week since you had gotten stuck in this killing game with all these other students, everyone was just starting to settle in to this new life

People were starting to find the people they could be friends with, while you were stuck with a die-hard crush

The ultimate astronaut, who had already been yelled at multiple times for getting in too many people’s personal spaces, had somehow swooped in and stolen your heart despite only speaking to you a handful of times

And he only really spoke to you if he needed a favor or to hide from someone, so you started to deny his requests, turning and walking away before he could see the faint red on your cheeks

You were walking through the main hall of the school when you were suddenly pushed into the wall, jumping at the thud of the handing hitting the wall next to your head

Looking up to see Kaito, you huffed and diverted your gaze, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as if to give your hands something to do

“What do you want, Kaito? I can’t hide you in my room anymore, Maki knows that’s where you go, and I’d like to not have a repeat of two days ago.”

“Aw, lighten up, Y/N! You know, it’s good to learn to always be on alert, so maybe having Maki break in was a good way to test you!”

“I needed a new door, Kaito.” You glared at him

“And I am sorry about that! But look, I’m here to ask something of you, this time with less fighting and more...talking!”

Talking?

“Spit it out, please.”

Kaito sighed, using his free hand to rub his neck

“Okay. Y/n, I know I am really not in the position to ask this, but, would you maybe wanna have a picnic sometime?”

As the words sunk in, your eyes widened, looking at the boy standing over you. A date? Date?!

Struggling to contain your excitement, you flashed a small smile before pushing his hand down, letting your linger on it just a second longer

“Sure, that sounds nice.”

Ryoma Hoshi

I am so sorry I can’t think of anything but Ryoma trying to do it and only reaching your legs I’m sorry if you really wanted Ryoma but I can’t stop laughing-

Rantaro Amami

You and Rantaro had been close since this whole thing started, you even saving him from Kaede’s trap to kill the mastermind

She apologized profusely of course

Today had been one of those days where there was nothing to do, no motives, no threats, just hanging out

You and Rantaro had been hanging out in the dining hall, eating a late lunch and generally just being bored

Searching for any form of entertainment, you noticed the bottle of soda Rantaro was drinking from and got an idea

Swiping it from his hand, you skipped away from the table

“Y/n, can I have that back?”

“Nope! You’ll hafta come get it!”

This resulted in the two of you fast-jogging around the dining room, him trying to retrieve his stolen drink

Well, you were sprinting, this boy has really long legs

After a couple laps around the room you began to get exhausted, and resorted to just huddling into a corner, back facing your boyfriend

You felt him approach your back, and stifled a giggle

“Y/n, can I have my drink back?” He was panting, as the run had also taken some effort on his part

You shook your head no, pulling the bottle closer to your stomach, away from his reach

He continued to ask, nudging your shoulder or placing a hand on your head, only earning a small laugh or a no as a response

You were suddenly flipped around, a hand forcefully pulling on your shoulder, forcing you to face him, another on the wall next to you

You made eye contact as he leaned down, face inches from yours

“Y/n, you are adorable...”

The hand on the wall dropped down to your chin, holding it in place

Rantaro began to lean in, eyes closing slowly, and yours doing the same

As you anticipated the next blissful moments, a strong pull ripped the bottle from your relaxed hand, your boyfriend suddenly backing off

He gave you a lopsided smirk before walking out of the dining hall, taking a small sip of his drink as if to show victory

“H-hey! This isn’t fair, you owe me a kiss!”

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta is many things

He’s sweet, funny, smart, and gentle

But he doesn’t really know what personal space is, especially when he’s excited

You two had spent nearly the whole day in his lab, you letting him gush about his bugs and the ones he found particularly pretty

“Any that remind me of Y/n are the best!”

Gonta had been flipping through multiple books trying to find a picture of the butterfly that reminded him of you the most, and it was taking quite some time

You took this time to look at the butterflies pinned to the wall more closely, taking in each spot and groove on the wings.

“Y/n! I found it!”

You jumped at the sudden boom of voice, turning around just in time to be pushed against the wall, book in your face

“See! This one is amazing, pretty! Like you! Gonta apologize for how long it took to find...” He lowered the book, making you suddenly notice how close you two were to each other

Gonta seemed to notice too, as his cheeks turned red and he backed up slightly

“S-sorry! Gonta didn’t mean to hurt Y/n!”

You gave a breathy laugh, jumping up to give him a quick peck on the cheek

“It’s perfectly, fine, Gonta. I love you.”

Kokichi Oma

Let’s face it, Kokichi will pin anyone to anything if it gets a reaction out of them

He mostly does it to you, your blushy reaction always making him tease you even harder

So it wasn’t a huge surprise when he came rushing up behind you whilst on your way to the library

You let out a grunt as you were slammed into the wall, head hurting just a bit

“Y/n~! How’s my favorite little ultimate doing?”

Despite your desire to laugh in his face, you felt your face heating up, and only growing hotter as he leaned in closer

“Aw...whats the matter? Are you sick? Or are you deeply in love with someone?! Oh, let it be me, please!”

He leaned in further, noses touching. “Boop!”

Snapping out of it, you shoved him off, Kokichi casually pretending to be wounded like he always does, falling to the floor

“You’re no fun, Y/n!” His voice grew to a whisper as he clung to your leg. “What if I died?”

You shake your head and remove your leg from his grasp, walking away quickly

This boy will be the death of you, you swear.

Korekiyo Shinguji

...What was happening?

You had been walking to the dorms, planning on getting a nap in before lunch when all of a sudden, you were pinned to the dormitory wall, a tall man looming over you

To say you weren’t friends with Korekiyo was an understatement

No one was

He was just...there. Being him. He didn’t talk to anyone or try to interact. He liked to stare.

And here the boy was, arm next to your head and breathing down at you, breath blocked by the mask he always wore

“Can I help...you?”

Korekiyo seemed to snap out of a trance, eyes that were blankly staring at you now looking into your eyes with some actual living emotion

“Yes. I, uh, would like to ask for your assistance, with something in my ultimate lab...”

You felt your ears heat up, surprised at the way his voice sounded

It sounded really nice.

“I-uh, yeah...yeah! Of course I can help!”

He audibly let out a sigh, eyes averting from you. Was that a blush you see?

“Perfect. I see you’re doing something now, so I’ll request your presence after dinner. Goodbye.” He walked off quickly, sliding back into the school

Did you just...make friends with the unfriend-able?

Kiibo

You and Kiibo had been close since you guys met during the first days of the killing game

Who cares if he was a robot? You loved him and he didn’t know exactly what he was feeling so he guessed it was love!

You knew he was insecure about how little he knew about showing affection, so you were humored when he would confess he learned whatever romantic gesture he just did from another classmate

You didn’t care, it was sweet!

However, when he pinned you to the wall of the gym, you were startled

Mostly at the fact that he did it so forcefully his hand went into the wall, becoming stuck

“M-my apologies, Y/n! Kokichi told me to do it as hard as I can, so...”

The next few hours minutes were spent trying to pry him from the wall, Monokuma finally getting an exisal to dig him out when he had gotten bored of laughing at Kiibo

Kokichi, however, found it incredibly amusing, crying from laughter the second he saw what had happened, not letting him live it down for the next week

“I really gottta hand it to you, Kiibo! You know how to make someone swoon!”

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Ahh, this is so bad! I’m sorry some are so short, Ryoma doesn’t even have one! .-. Thank you for requesting!

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