#tysm for the prompt!! i'm having WAY too much fun with these

[supermarine-silvally]

❤️ + Portada pls!! -🍂

Part 2 of this!

❤️ first kiss / realization

Something was terribly, horribly wrong. 

Ace had first noticed it at breakfast. He had stuffed his plate with as much bacon as Thatch would let him get away with and sauntered over to his usual spot, wedging himself between Yara and Marco. The First Division Commander had greeted him as per usual, but Yara didn’t even bother to glance up from the saddest bowl of oatmeal Ace had ever seen; the only garnishing on it two solitary raisins. 

(He knew for a fact that she didn’t even like raisins. They reminded her too much of the crappy communion wine at the convent she grew up at, she’d told him once, scrunching her nose up in that adorable way she did whenever she found something particularly unsatisfactory.)

Throughout the rest of the day, things seemed to only get worse. She kept her gaze down and her answers monosyllabic whenever he tried to interact with her-- and that was when she didn’t outright leave the room as soon as he entered. 

“Trouble in paradise, yoi?” Marco had asked him when he caught Ace moping around on the Moby Dick’s upper deck.

Ace let out a massive, depressed sigh in response, draping his arms over the gunwale. Part of him almost wished a strong gust of wind would come along and knock him into the water. “I think I did something wrong, Marco. I haven’t seen her this upset with me since before I officially joined the crew.”

The doctor placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You need to talk to her about it. I’m sure whatever it is can easily be fixed. Yara may be stubborn, but she’s not unreasonable.”

“That’s… true,” Ace conceded. He stood up straight, his determination renewed. “I’ll go find her. The sooner I can sort this out, the better.”

“Good luck, yoi,” Marco said, giving him a firm pat on the back. 

And that was what led him here, hanging out near the entrance to the mess hall, biding his time. There was no way that Yara could avoid him forever… could she?

“Ace.”

He instantly perked up, a relieved grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of her heading towards him, a file stuffed with papers tucked under her arm. She, however, did not return his joy, but instead stared emotionlessly back at him as she handed him the file. “Pops said to give this to you.”

He nodded, receiving it from her. “Oh, thanks! …Right, these are the maps I wanted to see.”

Yara gave him a curt nod in return before pivoting back towards the entranceway.

“Wait, where are you going?”

She stopped, turning to face him again, her eyes narrowed. “I came. I gave you the file. And now I’m leaving.”

“Yara!” Ace called out after her, dropping the file onto a nearby table. He reached for her hand, but his fingers passed straight through her. His brow furrowed, confused. Now she was using her Devil Fruit powers with him? She never did that.  

“I’m not in the mood, Ace,” was all she replied, her tone icy.

His entire body wilted, heart thudding pitifully in his chest as she left the mess hall without so much as a second glance. Oh, he had definitely fucked something up. 

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“Yaraaaaa…” Ace knocked on her bedroom door. “Can we talk? Please?”

He held his breath, waiting. Finally, after a moment, the latch clicked. Yara opened the door a crack. She was wearing her nightdress, her loose hair cascading down her shoulders. Ace couldn’t help but notice the dark circles lingering under her eyes as she stared at him. 

Swallowing, he took a step back. “Hi.”

“It’s late, Ace.”

“I know. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Then I suppose you’ve come to let me down easy,” she said with a sigh.

His brow furrowed. “Let you down what?”

“Never mind. I shouldn’t delay the inevitable. Shall we go somewhere more private than the living quarters?”

Nodding, he allowed her to step out of her room before following her down the hallway. She led him down the stairs and outside to the second level balcony. The stars glinted overhead as the Moby Dick gently careened along its path, cutting through the ocean’s calm surface. Yara leaned against the railing, the faint breeze catching the edge of her nightdress. Just the sight of her underneath the moon’s light was enough to make Ace’s stomach twist into knots. 

He sucked in a breath. There was no way he could let this go on any longer. “It’s the stupid dare thing, isn’t it? That’s why you’re upset with me.”

“I’m not upset with you,” Yara replied evenly. “I’m upset with myself.”

“What? Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. It matters a lot. Especially if I… if I did something to hurt you. Please, Yara. You’re…” He swallowed. “You’re one of my best friends. Whatever it is, I’ll make it right.”

Yara glanced away from him, a conflicted look flickering through her eyes. “I… made a foolish miscalculation,” she said after a moment. “I thought that… perhaps you might…” She hesitated. For a moment, he could’ve sworn he saw a faint blush spread across her cheeks. “That, well… That kissing me wouldn’t have been as intolerable for you as it evidently was.”

“Intolerable?” His brow furrowed. “Kissing you wouldn’t be intolerable.”

“Oh, please.” Her glare narrowed as it returned to rest on him. “You dragged your feet and then turned away at the last second. How the hell else could I possibly interpret that, Ace? From my standpoint, it was a fairly obvious rejection.” 

Ace’s heart was practically beating out of his chest as the realization slowly dawned on him. “Hold on a minute. You… wanted me to kiss you?”

Yara’s nose scrunched up, her mouth drawing into a tight line like it did whenever she was frustrated by something. Finally, she turned away with a sigh. “…You’re an idiot of the most hopeless variety. Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

“Yara, wait.” He reached towards her, catching her hand. This time, her flesh stayed solid, and he curled his fingers around hers as he pulled her in. 

She let out a surprised gasp as one of his hands moved to her waist, the other tenderly cupping her face. Her skin felt so soft as he lightly stroked her cheek, the butterflies that had been nesting in his stomach bursting to life. 

“Last night, I really, really wanted to kiss you,” he breathed. 

“Then why didn’t you?” she whispered, eyes widening as his fingers traced along the small of her back. 

“Because I didn’t want our first kiss to be something either of us would regret,” he confessed. “You’re too special to me for that.”

“Ace…”

“I never thought I’d meet someone like you, Yara. Someone who just… accepted me so easily. Who didn’t care at all about my good-for-nothing father. The last thing I ever would’ve wanted is for you to think I only kissed you because Haruta dared me to, and not because I’m madly, stupidly in love with you, and I have been ever since Pops brought me onto this ship.”

Her eyes went unnaturally wide. “What?”

“Oh.” Ace blinked, his hand leaving her waist to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck. “Shoot, did I just say that out loud?”

He took her stunned silence as an affirmative. “So, uh… would it be okay if I kissed you now?”

“Please,” Yara breathed, leaning in. Their foreheads pressed lightly together, noses brushing as they revelled in each other’s warmth. His arms wrapped around her waist, the cotton fabric of her nightdress bunching between his fingers as he pulled her tight to his chest. She clung to his bare shoulders, the tips of her fingers smoothing along his collarbone, each feather-light touch setting off fireworks in his stomach.

“You’re so beautiful, Hellcat,” he murmured against her lips, feeling her breath hitch. 

“Kiss me already, Fire Fist,” she whispered, the neediness in her voice sending a jolt of pleasure throughout his entire body, small flames flickering involuntarily off his skin.

He wasted no more time in closing the gap between them, lips slotting into place as if they were always meant to do so. The whole world ceased to exist around him as their mouths moved in sync, the taste of her flooding his senses, all the pent-up love he’d kept locked in his heart for so long finally flowing freely through him.

One hand slowly drifted upwards, tangling in her long violet hair as he cupped the back of her neck, pressing himself forwards to dip her down, stealing a tiny gasp of air before continuing the kiss. He could feel Yara’s lips twitch upwards, the sensation making him grin into the kiss as well. 

They broke away, foreheads coming to rest against each other’s as Ace cradled Yara’s cheek in his palm. “I love you,” he admitted. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, and for being such an idiot last night.”

Yara laughed softly. “After that kiss, you’re definitely forgiven. And I…” Her face flushed, looking away for a moment before returning her heterochromatic gaze to meet his dark eyes. “I love you too, Portgas D. Ace. You dummy.”

“You love me too,” he repeated, unable to keep himself from grinning wildly. His heart felt as if it were on fire, burning with an intense, aching passion. I never thought I’d ever hear anyone say those words to me. I’m hardly deserving of them, yet… Yet it still feels so nice.

He slipped an arm around her waist, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as they both gazed out at the moon and stars beyond. “So… where do we go from here?”

She shrugged. “Wherever we want, I suppose. We’ll figure it out together.”

Smiling, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “That sounds perfect.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene (and @box-of-bats too if you want the narrative resolution to the last prompt hehe)

[allmoshnobrain]

ok hear me out 7) possessive sex with 80s james where he's kinda inexperienced with his own feelings so he gets really jealous bc some other guy has been flirting with you and just gives you the most possessive sex ever with lots of love bites and hickeys instead of communicating and you end up having to ask what's gotten into him and reassuring him in the end

tysm for the request, lovely! hope you like it <3

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james hetfield x reader │ word count: 2,6k

But James was also freaked out — what if you found someone cooler than him? Someone who wasn't as awkwardly shy as he was — I mean, he had waited a whole year before he mustered up the guts to ask you out. Dwelling on this wasn't doing him any favors; he needed some way to convince himself you weren't gonna ditch him, not for some dumb sound tech, not for anybody.

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, james hefield x female!reader, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex, a bit of cockwarming at the end if you squint

Hanging out with Metallica had its perks, one of them being that you got to kick it backstage before and after their gigs. Those nights with the guys were always a blast, packed with music, drinks, and laughter. It was rad seeing how much they loved playing and watching their success grow in the Bay Area metal scene.

Another cool thing was getting to hang around your boyfriend, James. You hadn't been together for too long; after almost a year of crushing on each other, you had finally made it official just a month before. Of course, Lars, Kirk, and Cliff were already in the loop — they greeted the news with smiles and a playful "well, finally!" from Lars. But you weren't exactly shouting it from the rooftops, even though it wasn't hard to notice how James was always by your side, cracking silly jokes and flashing those easy smiles that showed just how much he adored you.

You grinned as the guys finished up yet another gig. The crowd that night had been wild, probably one of the craziest yet, leaving everyone pumped to celebrate. The band made their way backstage, chatting and laughing up a storm, and you trailed along, feeling James hook his pinkie with yours, a sweet gesture you were still getting used to.

"You good?" he asked, and you nodded. "Just gonna hop in the shower real quick, then we'll kick off the party, alright? Back in a jiffy."

You watched as James, Lars, Kirk, and Cliff headed towards the showers, a little smile dancing on your lips before you decided to snag a beer while you waited for them to return.

"Hey, can you grab one for me too?" you heard, glancing up to see one of the sound crew guys grinning at you as you fetched your beer from the fridge. You couldn't quite recall his name, but you remembered seeing him around backstage, always chatting mostly with Kirk and Cliff.

"Oh, sure thing. Here you go," you handed him the beer you were holding, reaching back into the fridge for another one for yourself.

"So, you liked the gig?" he asked with a grin.

"Absolutely, it was killer!" you replied, a smile spreading across your face. Metallica's shows always got you pumped; you just loved seeing your boyfriend and the boys tearing it up on stage. "How about you?"

"Yeah, yeah, it was cool. But I'm always more into the after-parties," he said, edging a bit closer with a smile, and you blinked, a bit confused. "Y'know, the drinks, the fun, the pretty girls..."

Oh. Was he hitting on you? Well, that was unexpected. You blushed, caught off guard, trying to figure out how to politely tell him that not only were you already taken — you were taken by James, and you knew he wouldn't be too thrilled to see someone from his crew making moves on his girl.

"Oh. I, uh, I'm sorry, but I'm..." you began, but your attention was quickly drawn elsewhere when you locked eyes with James, his blue gaze fixed on you from across the room. You smiled at him, unaware of the slight frown creasing his brow, a hint of annoyance in his expression. "Excuse me," you said, darting off to James.

"Hey, babe," he grumbled, pulling you close and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Having a good time?"

"Not really. It's kinda dull without you," you replied, giggling as he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips.

James was usually pretty low-key about showing his affection, but seeing some other guy blatantly trying to hit on you had stirred up more insecurity than he cared to admit. He didn't really know how to handle it — everything was still so fresh, how you could make his heart skip a beat with just a grin, how he would always find himself wanting to be around you, but also how he'd feel that knot in his stomach whenever he caught someone else checking you out with that look in their eyes.

You were his. He'd wanted you to be his for so damn long, and now that he finally had you, he was determined not to let anything mess it up. But James was also freaked out — what if you found someone cooler than him? Someone who wasn't as awkwardly shy as he was — I mean, he had waited a whole year before he mustered up the guts to ask you out. Dwelling on this wasn't doing him any favors; he needed some way to convince himself you weren't gonna ditch him, not for some dumb sound tech, not for anybody.

"Come with me," he whispered against your lips, and you giggled as he took your hand, pulling you along through the backstage corridors.

“Where are we headed?” you asked, intrigued, but he didn’t answer. “James!” you laughed as he swung open a door to one of the dressing rooms, pulling you close against him, his lips eager for yours.

"Need you so bad," he groaned, his fingers eagerly tracing over your body. He lifted your shirt, and you gasped as he kissed you again, more fiercely this time, his tongue delving into your mouth, his teeth lightly nibbling at your lower lip. You moaned into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his long blonde hair.

"Jamie..." you breathed out, feeling your cheeks heat up as he unhooked your bra, cupping one of your breasts in his hand and giving your nipple a gentle pinch. He kissed you once more, this time trailing his lips along the tender skin of your neck, and you let out a gasp as he sucked on it, marking you with love bites all over your sensitive skin. You leaned back for a moment to tug his shirt off, giggling when he swooped in to kiss you again.

"Tell me you're mine," he grunted against your lips, lightly nipping at your lower lip before planting kisses on your cheek, your neck, your collarbones. You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling while his hand caressed your other breast.

“I’m… I’m yours, James, oh…” you panted as he bit down on your nipple, kissing and sucking on your soft skin until he left yet another red mark. He'd never been this intense before, a wild possessiveness that made you shiver with excitement, but it also made you a little uneasy. Up until now, James had always been gentle with you, like he was afraid of hurting you if he wasn't careful enough. This wasn't his usual vibe; you knew something had to be up. "James," you moaned, trying to ease back a bit, but he just grunted, pulling you closer as he hungrily sought out your lips. "Jamie, hold on," you panted, and this time he paused, looking at you with somewhat unfocused eyes, his lips slightly swollen and his cheeks flushed. "Babe, what's going on?"

"What?" he frowned, a slight anxious smile quirking up his lips. You ran your fingers gently over his face, and he caught your wrist, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. "Do you want me to back off? Don’t you want me?" The way he posed that last question made your heart clench with concern.

"Why wouldn't I?" you whispered. "It's just... Don't get me wrong, I love it, but... You're usually... gentler with me," you blushed, averting your gaze.

“Oh, shit. Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, and you shook your head no. He let out a relieved sigh.

"I just wanna know what's up," you pressed, and he sighed again, glancing away, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Did I mess up?"

"Of course not. You're amazing," he assured you, cupping your face in his hands. You smiled, laying your hands on top of his. "It's just... I..." he bit his lip, and you gave his hands a gentle squeeze, urging him on. "I think I'm jealous."

“Jealous?” you echoed, surprised. He grunted. 

"I know it sounds dumb. But when I saw Rick hitting on you after the show, I... I couldn't help but wonder if you'd prefer me more if I was just a bit more confident. Like he is," he whispered, avoiding your gaze. You blinked, caught off guard.

"Babe," you whispered, and he met your eyes again, his blue gaze clouded with worry. "You know I'm with you because I like you, right? I don't want anybody else."

He nodded, a wave of relief washing over his face as a small smile crept onto his lips. You returned the smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in to kiss him gently.

"I want you," you whispered, pressing yourself against him, and he let out a low groan, drawing you nearer. You blushed, releasing a soft sigh as he trailed kisses along your neck once more, this time with a gentleness that sent delightful shivers down your spine, his lips lingering over your love bites. "I'm all yours, James... Want me to show you?"

“Yes, please,” he mumbled against your neck, and you giggled as he guided you to the couch, settling down while you stood between his legs. You slipped off your skirt, kneeling down between his knees. He unzipped his jeans, lifting his hips a bit to slide off his pants and underwear. You blushed when you caught sight of his hard cock, the tip slick with precum as he wrapped his hand around the base, stroking it slowly.

You watched him touch himself for a bit, your lips parting slightly as you felt your anticipation building, warmth spreading between your legs. You looked up when he took hold of your chin, meeting his blue eyes as he pressed the tip against your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, sucking on him gently as he nudged his hips forward, easing his length inside your mouth. You moaned, tears welling in your eyes as you took a deep breath, doing your best to accommodate him.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, and you gripped his thighs, your nails leaving little marks on his skin. You shut your eyes as he guided your head up and down, taking it slow. You knew James was trying to be gentle, but he was so big it was tough not to choke on his length. He groaned, his other hand finding its way into your hair, gripping it as he rocked his hips. You moaned, breathing through your nose as he thrust into your mouth, and gasped as he pulled back.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and you let out a soft giggle as he lifted your chin, locking eyes with you. You licked your lips slowly, trying to catch your breath as a single tear rolled down your cheek. "C’mere," he moaned, and you stood up, straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You let out a little moan as you felt his tip pressing against the damp fabric of your panties. James gripped your hips, guiding you in slow, circular motions, grinding his cock against your wetness. "You're so wet," he moaned.

"It's all your fault," you whispered, planting slow kisses along his neck. He gripped your ass with one hand, lifting it to slide your panties off. He took hold of his cock, pressing the tip against your clit and rubbing it gently, eliciting a moan from you against his skin.

"Tell me you want me," he whispered, and you moaned as he pressed his cock against your entrance, teasing it in small circles without pushing into you. He groaned your name, and you kissed him, your lips moving languidly against his.

“I want you. Only you, Jamie,” you whispered against his lips, and moaned as he eased into you slowly, guiding your hips down as he filled you up. You felt your pussy tighten around him, panting as you adjusted to his size. “James…”

"You're so gorgeous," he whispered, holding your chin as he kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth leisurely. You moaned before you started to move, slow at first as you felt him stretch you open, his cock filling you completely. He was so damn big you didn't know how you could handle it all, but it felt so, so good. James seemed to be feeling it too; he tilted his head back with a low groan, offering you access to his neck. You kissed him, taking your time as you left your own little marks on his fair skin; if he was gonna mark you as his, you damn well were gonna mark him as yours.

You moved a little faster, moaning as he matched your rhythm, thrusting up into you. Finding a steady pace, your breasts bounced a bit as you rode him, your arms locked around his neck as you pressed your forehead against his, locking eyes as you both moaned, moving as one. You kissed him again, passionately, as you sped up, gently nipping at his lower lip.

"James..." you whispered, and let out a sharp moan when he pressed his thumb against your clit, circling it fast and making your pussy tighten around him. "James, I'm so close..."

"I know. I can feel it," he whispered, a smug grin playing on his lips that made you groan, burying your face in his neck as you blushed. He gripped your hip with one hand while the other teased your clit, and you cried out softly as you rocked your hips faster. "That's it..." he moaned, and you knew he was close too by how tightly he held you, his hips moving against yours harder. "That's it, babe, fuck..."

You whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair while your other hand gripped his arm, his lips moving against yours as he moaned into your mouth. Bringing one hand down to your clit, you felt the slick wetness with your fingertips, gently massaging your sensitive bud in slow circles as you rode James' cock, bouncing up and down while the tension in your body built more and more.

You could feel your peak coming in slow waves, your pussy tightening around James as he moaned and whispered incoherent praises in your ear. Burying your face in his neck, you let out a little cry of pleasure as the tension in your body unraveled, causing you to shake and contract as James picked up the pace, thrusting eagerly as he chased his own release. You moaned shakily as you felt him release his warm load inside you with a grunt, kissing him softly as you gradually stopped moving.

“I’m all yours,” you whispered, running your fingers over his face gently, and he smiled at you, his gaze unfocused as he drew you in for another kiss. "Only yours," you murmured against his lips, and he smiled back.

"I love you so damn much," he said, his voice husky. You grinned, kissing him again and again, soft little kisses that made him sigh contentedly.

"I love you too," you replied, and let out a soft moan as you felt him grow harder, still deep inside you. "Are you seriously getting turned on by me saying I love you?" you giggled.

"Damn right, I am," James chuckled, gripping your hips and moving his own hips slowly. You laughed too, feeling your cheeks flush. "Say it again."

"I love you," you said, feeling a blush spread as you felt his cock grow even harder inside you. "Just you," you whispered, and James grunted as he thrust slowly. "Fuck, James..."

"You ready for round two?" he asked with a smug grin, and you nodded with a giggle before wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips finding his again as he began moving inside you, filling you with that same sense of love and warmth all over again.

[ranger-elizabeth]

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

Hey! I just saw your prompt post and this one reminded me so bad of like something Gale totally had thought was normal (be it like a childhood trauma result or smth) and then John just going “uhhh… no.”

Love your blog btw !

Hi anon! Thanks so much for the ask and for saying you love my blog! @joeyalohadream requested the same prompt (tysm for the ask as well!!) and I had this almost completely finished before I got yours. I'm glad we had the same idea! This is set a couple of weeks after Gale and John first meet as flying cadets at Randolph Field, TX.

Prompt: "I'm fine. This just happens sometimes. It's normal for me."

Word count: 1081

Despite the sun having already dipped behind the horizon, the darkness does nothing to relieve the sweltering heat of the Texas summer as their small group makes the short walk to the bar off-base. With the day off tomorrow, Bucky had managed to convince several of the men to accompany him in letting loose tonight.

Most impressively, Bucky had managed to convince his straight-laced, new roommate Gale Cleven, or Buck, as Bucky had taken to calling him. The minute Bucky had laid eyes on the gorgeous, golden wonder that was Gale Cleven, he knew he had to stake his claim before it was too late. And so, he’d slung an arm around his shoulders and fumbled out some story about Gale looking just like “his old friend Buck, from Manitowoc, Wisconsin.” 

As it turned out, not only was Gale the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on, he was also a damn good pilot, surprisingly shy for his looks and skill, and somehow impenetrable to any of the vices that regular people fall victim to. He doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t dance. And yet, here he is, braving the stifling Texas heat with the rest of them only to inevitably stay seated quietly for the evening, likely nursing a ginger beer.

It had taken surprisingly little pleading from Bucky to get him to agree to come. While they’ve only known each other for the couple of weeks they’ve been flying cadets, their status as roommates means that they’ve been living out of each other's pockets for that time, and Bucky already knows he’s found a best friend for life in Gale.

He can be happy with that—a best friend—despite the way his heart pounds in his chest everytime he so much as looks at Gale. He knows he has to be happy with that, unless he wants a one way blue ticket home before he barely even gets started. Yet, he can’t help but wonder if Gale would have still agreed to come out tonight if anyone other than Bucky had been asking.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Bucky realizes they’ve reached their destination. After ordering their first round of drinks—several whiskeys, and, as Bucky predicted, a ginger beer for Gale—the men scatter around the bar. 

Bucky stays with Gale for a while, chatting aimlessly about everything and nothing, before deciding it’s time to take to the dance floor. Despite Bucky’s best efforts, Gale refuses to join him. Bucky figures he ought to cut his losses and just be grateful that Gale came out with them at all, so he leaves him be. He finds a beautiful blonde to dance with who looks a little too much like Gale to be a coincidence, and they have fun together for a few songs before Bucky finds himself longing to get back to his friend.

He slides into the booth next to Gale, knocking his shoulder against his friend’s. Two other guys from their program sit on the other side of Gale, but they’re engaged in some sort of animated debate and seemingly don’t notice Bucky’s approach.

“You having fun?” Bucky asks.

Gale shrugs. “I reckon you’re having enough fun for the both of us,” he says teasingly, a small smile gracing his lips.

Bucky opens his mouth to respond, but he’s cut off by the sound of a glass shattering across the bar. Some idiot must’ve dropped their drink, he thinks, not yet noticing the way Gale is tensed beside him. But then, the man on Gale’s other side tosses his hands up in the air in whatever conversation they’re having, and Gale flinches hard. 

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky questions worriedly, trying to catch Gale’s eyes. When he looks into them, they’re glassy and despondent. Bucky notices the way Gale’s breaths are coming shallower, his hands shaking where they rest on the table. “Buck?” Bucky tries again, with no luck. 

“Okay,” Bucky breathes out, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, come on.” Slowly, so as not to startle him further, he wraps an arm around Gale’s shoulders and encourages him out of the booth, guiding him outside into the fresh air. There, they sit on the curb of the sidewalk, Gale seemingly still lost in his head, if his unsteady breathing and faraway gaze are anything to go by. Bucky strokes a hand gently up and down his back and waits. 

Finally, Gale lets out a shaky exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly before speaking. He doesn’t look Bucky in the eyes, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the street in front of them. “Sorry about that.” 

Bucky drops his hand from Gale’s back, not wanting to push his luck. “No, don’t apologize,” he says, shaking his head. “What was that about?”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me,” Gale responds casually, brushing off Bucky’s concerns. “We can go back in, if you want.”

Bucky stares at him incredulously. Not two minutes ago, Gale had been shaking and unresponsive despite Bucky’s best efforts, and now he’s suggesting they go back into the bar like nothing happened? “Do you want to go back in?”

Gale looks sheepish. “Well, no, not really. But I don’t want to ruin your guys’ night.”

“You’re not ruining anything. You’re the one I wanted to hang out with anyways,” Bucky says, trying to ignore the faint blush rising on Gale’s cheeks at his admission. Though it makes Bucky’s heart flutter with hope, now is clearly not the time to dwell on it. “Seriously, though, are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just… My dad liked to drink,” Gale starts hesitantly, wringing his hands in his lap. “And when he drank he got mean. Violent. Sometimes, things remind me of it, I guess.”

Bucky’s stomach drops at the implication in Gale’s words. The thought of anyone, especially Gale’s own father, intentionally hurting the kind, thoughtful man in front of him is enough to have him seeing red. Gale’s father better hope Bucky never crosses paths with him or he’ll have another thing coming. But, for now, Gale needs him, so Bucky pushes his anger down.

“C’mon, let's get you back to the bunks,” Bucky says softly, standing and offering a hand to Gale to help him up. Gale takes it, allowing Bucky to pull him up from the curb.

And if they stay there a little longer than necessary before letting go to start their walk back to base, well, that’s no one’s business but theirs.

[misc-obeyme]

Heya! Congrats on the 1k - it's really well deserved bc your writing's honestly amazing <3

I was wondering if I could request the NSFW prompt "I'll only bite if you want me to" for Diavolo x fem MC?

Tysm! ^.^

Hello, anon! Thank you so much, I'm so happy you're enjoying my writing!

Okay, this one got a little long, oops! But I had fun writing it! I know the location has been done before, but man it would be so hot I just couldn't resist lol. Also, since we have fem MC, I did afab and described some feminine clothing, so there is that as well.

Thank you for participating!

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afab!MC x Diavolo with prompt "I'll only bite if you want me to."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: biting obviously, a little blood, penetration (reader receiving), female body parts, feminine clothing described

All night, you could feel Diavolo's eyes on you, watching you no matter where you were in the room. Even when he seemed to be fully engaged with other people, his attention was divided.

The party that was taking place in a ballroom of the Demon Lord's Castle was a standard affair. It was something that happened somewhat regularly, an event held for the demon nobles to gather and brag to each other about their various exploits.

Lucifer was the only demon brother present tonight - the rest had some prior engagements and couldn't make it. Lucifer mostly stayed by Diavolo, the two of them speaking to whatever demons came by. Both of them were in demon form and they looked absolutely regal standing together like that.

Diavolo wasn't the only one who couldn't focus. You had been trying to move about the room, answering questions about the exchange program. You had been doing a good job of it, too, but there was no denying the way your eyes flitted back to where Diavolo stood.

Several times, your eyes met his and it was like a jolt of electricity ran through you. The feeling increased when he smiled and you could see the sharp fangs of his teeth, the spark of desire that flashed through his expression.

You knew part of the distraction for him was your outfit. In a moment of sweetness between you, Diavolo had confided that he loved to see the skin of your shoulders, to touch your neck, your clavicles, the hollow of your throat. And tonight, you had chosen a dress that exposed all of it. Off the shoulder and a little low cut, just enough to reveal that part of you he had kissed so tenderly before.

Asmo had suggested the dress and when you saw it, you had decided to wear it immediately. It was in your favorite color, tailored to fit you just right, and you knew exactly how it would cause the demon prince to react.

You were standing beside a group of students from RAD who were in attendance, barely listening to their conversation, when you noticed Diavolo leave Lucifer's side. You watched as Lucifer seemed to easily cover for him, distracting the demons they had been talking to. Diavolo spoke quietly to Barbatos, who was near at hand in the background. Barbatos nodded at whatever Diavolo said.

And then Diavolo was walking toward you.

Everyone in the room noticed. How could they not? Lord Diavolo, in full demon form, was walking purposefully through the middle of the room directly to the human exchange student.

He stopped in front of you, spreading his arms and grinning. "MC! I am so glad you could make it here tonight. If you don't mind accompanying me, there is important student council business I would like to discuss with you."

You glanced at Lucifer and then at Barbatos, both of whom seemed to be perfectly fine with whatever Diavolo was planning.

You smiled back at him. "Of course, Lord Diavolo."

Diavolo offered you his arm and you took it, letting him lead you across the room. Everyone was still watching, but you heard their conversation buzz louder as the two of you left and were no longer in sight.

"Forgive me, MC," Diavolo said quietly as he continued to lead you down the hall. "I know you have been acutely aware of my gaze all evening."

You laughed softly. "It's all right," you said. "It's my fault."

Diavolo looked at you curiously. "How is it your fault?"

You ran your fingertips over the top edge of your dress. "I wore this on purpose."

Diavolo made a noise that sounded like he was holding back a moan.

Moments later you found yourself pulled through a door into another room. The room was dimly lit, but it was bright enough for you to see where you were. The throne room.

Diavolo didn't seem to care about what room you were in, though. He pulled you into his arms, letting his wings close in around you as well. He pressed his lips to the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

"MC," he said softly as he dragged his fangs across your skin. "You know I can't resist you like this."

You gripped his arms. "I don't want you to resist."

Diavolo moaned and put his mouth on your neck as though ready to bite down. You gasped as you felt the slight pricking of his teeth against you.

Diavolo pulled away only a little at the sound you made. "I'll only bite if you want me to," he said, voice low and sweet in your ear. "You won't need to return to the party. I gave Barbatos a story to explain our absence."

You pulled in a shaky breath. "Go ahead," you said. "I want you to."

Diavolo surprised you by picking you up instead. You cried out and threw your arms around him, holding on tightly as he carried you across the room.

You felt yourself flush as he sat down on his throne with you on his lap. The throne was large, spacious enough for you to be straddling him even with all the fabric of your dress spilling out around you.

You didn't have a chance to ask if this was okay, it seemed so scandalous, because Diavolo's mouth was back at your neck. The sweet pain of his bite sent shocks of pleasure through your body, a spike of it shooting up from deep inside you.

Diavolo's bites became a little less careful as he made his way down to your shoulder. All of them left marks, but the last one drew a little blood as he pierced you with his demon fangs.

"Ah, MC," he said, pulling away to look at you. Your blood was smeared across his bottom lip. "I'm afraid I bit too hard and made you bleed."

The dazed look in his eyes, your blood on his lips, the way his wings still tucked around you, the fact that he was doing this to you while you sat on his throne, it all made you dizzy with pleasure. You could feel his erection beneath you, so you moved your hips to grind down on it, hoping that you could convey what you wanted without having to say anything.

Diavolo moaned and leaned his head on the shoulder that wasn't covered in his bite marks. "I need you so badly, MC," he said against your neck. "Can I-?"

"Yes, Dia," you said, gripping his shoulders and grinding down again.

Diavolo's hands went from your waist to beneath the skirt of your dress. You lifted yourself from his lap just enough for him to pull his cock out of his pants, push your underwear aside, and position himself for you.

You were already dripping, wet and throbbing and ready as you sank down onto his cock.

Diavolo was large and your eyes rolled back as you felt him stretching you out. The feeling of him filling you up, finally hitting the spot deep inside you, caused you to moan and clench around him.

"You feel so sweet, MC," Diavolo said, kissing all over the bite marks he had left.

You couldn't think clearly enough to respond, but it didn't matter. Diavolo was already taking charge, his hands now on your hips as he moved you up and down. You pressed yourself forward, arms circling his neck, one hand reaching up from behind to grab his horn.

Diavolo nearly growled when you touched his horn, closing his eyes and thrusting up into you at the same time that he moved your hips. You cried out with every thrust, the feeling of him penetrating so deeply, hitting that spot so hard, the increasing pace of it stimulating you over and over was so overwhelming. You found yourself moving without Diavolo's help, desperate to continue feeling this good.

One of Diavolo's hands left your hips and returned to beneath your skirt, his fingers finding your clit. You cried out his name as he stimulated it, the increased pleasure causing your mind to go blank.

And then Diavolo leaned forward and bit your neck again. The pain, the pleasure, it was all too much and it sent you right over the edge. You tightened on him, one hand digging into his shoulder, the other tugging back slightly on his horn as you orgasmed.

He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high. You never quite came down from it as he continued, moaning into your ear, licking up the blood from the one spot where he had drawn it, his fingers still on your clit even as you could no longer move yourself, simply holding on as he kept going.

You thought you might start crying from the over stimulation, but then you felt him tighten beneath you, one hand suddenly gripping your thigh hard, the other one running down your back as he filled you with his cum.

You wouldn't be leaving the castle that night as it turned out. Diavolo spent a considerable amount of time pampering you. He felt a little bad about the marks he'd left, even though you tried to reassure him that it was okay. Still you allowed him to kiss you softly all over, to give you a gentle massage, to bring you sweets and tea, and to hold you in his arms until morning.

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[wordy-little-witch]

Hiii i miss sending u anon stuff isjzjsz im studying for exams😭😭💀💀 i wish i have the discipline to study consistently aaaaa

Can i request the 7 minutes in heaven shuggy prompt? And maybe a treasure hunt w/ the crossgild trouple? Tysm wordy ur posts have been like a destressor somewhat (also an angst fest cuz wtf the rayeligh shit HURTED- do u have more of it? Lmao also shanks in the tags, him being protective is wat i live for platonically or romantically❤️❤️)

Hiiii honey!!! I'm happy to hear from you ♡♡ I'm proud of you for studying and good luck with your exams, you can do it!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡ ((Also mood I struggle with routine and yet thrive with routine. It's a cosmic pain))

I can do two lil bits I think for this ♡ I'll separate them out, so one here, another later on ((I'll add on to this one)) ♡

As for the Rayliegh bit - hhhh yeah. Listen. LiStEn. If I can't afford therapy to resolve my parental and sibling issues then I'll sure as shit hurt my blorbo and make everyone watch teehee dw about it cute boy things.

And Shanks is plveru protective and also so dynamic. He has Le Range. He's a beloved character with a laundry list of Traumatic Lore and so little screen time you could do damn near anything and it's arguably canonical. I love him. I also love to make him an absolute hot mess gremlin bc he deserves it ♡♡

Onto the fun stuff!!!!!

Shuggy -> Seven Minutes in Heaven

This was worse than the get along shirt, Buggy grumbled angrily, screwing his eyes shut and bonking his head into the wall. A foot pressed against his shin, igniting the sudden, vicious urge to kick out and hope to hit something Specific in the dark. He held it at bay, just giving a slow sigh.

Voices drifted by overhead, mostly chipper, a decent chunk slurred. Buggy pouted.

"Um... Bugs?"

"What," he snapped, curling tighter into a ball. He heard more than saw Shanks flinch back a little.

"I... um.... I just...." There was a shuffle in the tiny storage closet, earning a blind glower from the blue haired cabin boy.

"Spit it out, fuckface!"

"I'm sorry."

There was silence for a moment. Buggy tried breathing slowly, in through the nose, out through the mouth, just the way Cap had taught him. He let out the breath for a few second, one, two, three, four. "It's.... not your fault," he said at last, trying to keep his breathing steady. "We weren't even really fighting."

"Old man Rayleigh should learn to tell the difference," the redhead scoffed quietly. "We were training...." He shifted slightly. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

Buggy snorted. "Please. You punch like a civilian."

"Civilians can punch heads off of necks," Shanks shot back teasingly, moving blindly in the dark to nudge the other's leg. "I'll have to keep that in mind."

"No, dumbass, but they could knock my head off. I'm still not.... used to this." He popped off his fingers, one at a time. The soft clicks or detachment and reattachment echoed in the dark.

"... I'm sorry for that too."

"Shut up, I don't need your pity."

The other moved suddenly, and Buggy bit back a squeak as hands grappled in the black before clamping onto his shoulders. A forehead bumped his own, a bit too high before nuzzling lower. He could feel the heat from the other boy's skin sinking into his own, and he prayed that the force of his blush didn't ACTUALLY make his nose glow the way Cap and Crocus teased him about.

"It's not pity," Shanks said roughly. He shook the other the slightest bit before sighing. "It's empathy."

"The hell are you-?!"

"Just-! Listen, Buggy!" Shanks tilted his head, his nose brushing Buggy's and drawing a soft sound from the younger boy. "You wanted the treasure and I startled you. The map fell into the sea. And I'm sorry. You loved swimming, and even I could see how much the sea loved you, too. You've got sea salt in your veins and waves in your hair, you always always have, and now you can't lay out in the water like a siren anymore and it hurts you! I know it does. You're my best friend, my better half, and I hurt you. I caused your pain. And I will never forgive that. So I'm sorry."

".... they'renot real."

"What?"

Buggy swallowed, his own hands moving, one gripping to a strong forearm, the other at a baggy shirt on the redhead's side. "Sirens. They're not real. Just stories, remember? Even Captain said."

There was a brief moment before Shanks chuckled. "Maybe," he breathed, his lashes tickling against Buggy's own. "But I believe in them. Beautiful beings who sing wonderful songs and lure sailors into parts unknown...."

"Why?"

"Because I'd never hesitate to follow you anywhere, Buggy. You say my name and I'm yours. I know sirens are real because you're real."

Suddenly the cramped darkness felt far warmer. Buggy tried to quiet his gasp. "S-Stupid Shanks...?"

"Pretty Buggy."

There was movement and then there was heat on his nose, his cheeks, his lips. And Buggy squirmed, pushing and pulling until their bodies slotted together perfectly, a hand dipping under his beanie to grip cerulean hair as straw tickled his wrist as his own cupped the back of a neck. Breathless, boneless, they clung and basked and pulled closer, closer closer. Buggy was growing dizzy, but it was pleasant, comfortable, warm, safe and he'd never felt so-

Blinded.

His body suddenly was sent sprawling, light piercing his eyes, and then he coughed a wheeze as a heavy weight crushed his ribcage, his lip smarting as teeth sunk into it.

Shanks pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes and squinting.

Buggy glared through his tears.

Rayleigh looked gobsmacked. "Oh. I was... not expecting that. Hmm." He glanced between the two for a moment before turning on his heel. "Use protection, this is above my pay grade."

Shanks huffed a mild, embarassed laugh. Buggy simply wanted to die.

[waterfallofspace]

could u do prompts 42, 50, 58, 64 for kiribaku? tysm

Hi~ Yes I can, I'm so sorry it took so long!!

I love them so much, they're such cuties in the show, but it's my first time attempting them so I hope it's alright~!

All characters are 18+ (picture early 20’s) Pro Hero AU. 

2.1k words, prompts 42, 50, 58, and 64, story under cut!

42. “Baby, you’re all sniffly.”  50. “You sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.” 58. “Was it worth being out in the snow/rain like that?” 64. Mission in the rain.

(References to swearing, coughing, and mild violent intention [nothing actually happens], in case anyone doesn't like those!)

~~~~~ “Another?”

Kirishima pauses his stride, eyes turning back to witness a cold in all its miserable glory. Standing behind him with one hand pressed to his face, the other forming a fist at his side, Bakugou just gasps. A palm scrubs at his nose as he attempts to shoot daggers at Kirishima, failing gloriously as his nose takes control. 

“hH’RRSSHhh’aa-! hH’yiEZShh’aa-!” 

“Bless you. A double that time!”

“Shut your face before I shut it for you.”

“I told you we should’ve stay-”

“Don’t you dare finish thhhaaa… that sentence.” 

“I could have called in Kaminari, or Sero, or anyone who isn’t dying from a cold- one that’s definitely gonna turn into pneumonia if we stay in this weather.” 

Under any other circumstance that kind of comment would have Kirishima dodging a blast aimed near his gut. Today though, the mixture of the rain soaking through Bakugou’s already shivering form and the head cold he refuses to admit results in another glare, and a few curses under his breath. Kirishimi offers a shrug in return, starting to walk backwards with striking precision. 

Trailing behind, Bakugou’s eyes start to gloss over, his rhythm falling out of balance as he raises a hand to knuckle his nose. The action was apparently a mistake, breath catching at the touch and fist opening to catch his nose as he ducks to the side. A breath hisses out from Kirishima’s teeth in response, hand instinctively clutching Bakugou’s shoulder to study him. Much to his surprise, the grip isn’t avoided, instead the hand not otherwise occupied reaches up to clasp his fingers. 

“hH’RRUSHH’aa-! ah’KECHhh’aa-! 

���Bless you. Another double! Adding that to the tally, you’ve sneezed ten times today.”

“Thanks for counting, hedgehog hair.”

“Hey- just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you get to make fun of me!” 

“I’m not sihh… fucking- eh’yieEZSSHhh’aa-!”

“Eleven. Bless you.”

Their conversation quickly gets cut off as Bakugou curls into himself with a cough rattling from his chest. It’s entirely too harsh, his footing getting tripped up as he manages to lean against a wall to keep upright. Kirishima finds himself frozen, wanting to reach out, but unsure if the uninitiated contact would make it worse. ‘He can be clingy when he wants affection, but only if he initiates it.’ The choice is made for him when Bakugou’s hand finds its way to his arm.

It’s a small movement, the coughing never ceasing and no gaze being cast his way. Still, Kirishima understands it for what it is. An invitation. Reaching down he lightly brushes the soaked hair from Bakogou’s face, rubbing circles on his back as he hums soothing nothings. He’s not sure what words are being said, if any at all. Bakugou can’t tell either, but they both know whatever they are, they won’t stop.

Finally the rasping seems to be coming to an end, shaky inhales bringing air back into Bakugou’s lungs. Kirishima responds in kind by letting out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, meeting Bakugou’s watery gaze. It’s broken when Kirishima raises a hand to ruffle the blonde hair, getting a low growl in response, laced with a whimper they both choose to ignore as they start to continue the patrol.

“That was intense, are you alright?”

“Fine-”

“Yikes… That sounded rough. Sore throat?”

“No. hhH- heH’ZESHh’aa-! Ow… Fine. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, so quit looking at me like that!” 

“L- like what? Bless you by the way.”

“Like I’m some kicked puppy you found on the street.” 

A blush starts to spread over Kirishima, mercifully hidden by the red tint the freezing rain had already carved on his cheeks. One that matches the hue around Bakugou’s nose as he scrubs at it again. Sniffling harshly, a light cough spills out from his lungs. This time, much to their shared relief, the irritation passes swiftly. ‘We’re almost back on our street. Technically we finish patrol once we make it to the agency, but considering-’

“hh’RRUSHH’aa-!”

“Bless you.”

‘-I think they’ll let it slide. Besides, Bakugou is one of the best workers there, second only to Midoriya. He has sick days piled up. They’ll probably be relieved he finally took one.’ Satisfied with his conclusion, Kirishima slowly begins switching direction, starting the path home instead of towards the agency. One glance back at Bakugou confirms he isn’t coherent enough to tell. His hands are still pressed to his face, shivers running through his body despite the obvious attempts to suppress them. 

“huhh… haH’DYIEZShh’aa-!”

“Bless you.” 

“Shut up.” 

The statement would be harsher if the sniffle that follows didn’t sound so pathetic. Searching his pockets, Kirishima manages to find a few loose tissues that aren’t soaked by the rain. Balling them up, he places them in Bakugou’s hand with a smile that shines through to his eyes. It’s not returned, but the look of desperate thanks that Bakugou gives him is close enough. 

A few more blocks pass before Bakugou finally catches on, shooting Kirishima a deep glare as a growl scrapes out. Kirishima pretends not to notice, humming lightly as he continues on their journey, only turning towards Bakugou when he begins to speak, breath catching sharply before he can get the sentence out.

“Are we heH-” 

“We’re going home. Bless you!”

“heDT’RSHH’aa-! ERRUSHhh’aa-!”

“Bless.” 

“You said that already dumbass.”

“Well, you sneezed twice, so you needed another blessing.”

“We’re not going home. I don’t need your fucking pity-”

“Wow, way to assume it’s all about you! Really is ‘the Bakugou show’ in that head of yours, isn’t it? For your information, I’m actually really cold, and I want to change out of these wet clothes.” 

It’s a lie, and he knows it. More than that, he knows Bakugou knows it too. Despite that, there’s a mutual understanding not to acknowledge this. Instead, much to their shared surprise, Bakugou lets his fists open, rubbing his arms as another chill shakes his core. When he finally speaks, his voice is softer, a tone normally reserved for when they’re at home. 

“Okay. But only because I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“Too, you say?”

“Shut up before I make you!”

“Jeez, sorry, sorry. Don’t explode at me.”

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

“The grin you’re hiding says I am!” 

Bakugou’s eyebrows knit together, the glare being undercut by a sharp smile creeping along the corners of his mouth. Letting a chuckle ripple through the air, Kirishima leans in and plants a kiss on his forehead. A wince follows as the heat clings to his lips despite the intense cold surrounding them. With the confirmation of a fever, Kirishima finds himself rushing more than before, practically dragging Bakugou along behind him. 

“en’DTSHhh’aa-! heh- hh’erRSHHH’aa-!”

“More blessings.”

“Shut it.”

Ignoring the sharp tone, Kirishima pulls open the lobby door, lightly kicking Bakugou inside. He receives a grunt in response as Bakugou scans the room, a habit he’s formed since becoming a pro. The temperature change is noticeable, and Kirishima doesn’t miss Bakugou doubling over once more, pinching his nose shut as his scan revealed other people waiting for the elevator. 

“heh’TNZTT’ehh-! Oh fuck… hahH-! hH’DZZJT’uhh-!”

“Bless you. Over here.”

“Wha- hh’DNGT’ehh-!”

“Bless again. Stairs. Do- do you think you can…”

“Yes I can climb the fucking stairs.”

“Just checking~!” 

A rush pulses through Kirishima’s chest as Bakugou attempts to shed the water from his hair, resulting in shaking his head in a way that Kirishima can’t help but adore. ‘He’s like a dog… but… a really cute one! A puppy- yeah… I can never let him know I thought that. He’d blow me sky high.’ But before he has a chance to dwell on all the ways Bakugou might explode him, (it can get creative at times) his arm stretches, being dragged towards the stairs. 

They only make it up two flights before Bakugou begins to pant. An alarming sound as it mixes with the slight catch in his breath that he can’t seem to shake. Kirishima reaches a hand to his back, unsure what he exactly plans to do, but wanting to offer some comfort. Through the laboured inhales, Bakugou shoots him a cocky smile, Kirishima responding by rolling his eyes. 

Soon they reach their floor (six) Bakugou pushing through the door and finding himself leaning against the wall. He has to fight the urge to sink right to the floor, another cough breaking through the huffing breaths. Kirishima tilts his head, worry melting into playfulness as he watches the scene unfold.

“Was it worth being out in the rain like that?” 

“I don- eH’KNRshh’aa-!”

“Bless you!”

“Shut up.” 

“We’re almost there. D- do you need me to-”

“hah’RRZZSHH’aa!”

“Bless you again. Here, lean against me.”

Bakugou grunts in response, aiming a glare at the wall as he follows the instructions, shifting his weight into Kirishima’s waiting arms. A small sigh escapes at the touch, his head starting to drift down to his chest as his eyes flutter shut.

“Come on, you gotta stay awake. We’re almost home. Strong as I am, I’m not eager to actually carry you."

“Shht up ya ‘xtra.” 

The shivers start to pass through them both as the warm air from their apartment seems to sting through the damp mess of fabric clinging to their skin. Leaning Bakugou against the wall, Kirishima runs into the bedroom to grab a towel and a pair of sweats. Heading back he notices the way Bakugou stands straighter when he enters the room.

“Take these and get in the shower. Don’t do your usually burning hot one either, just warm. That’ll remove some of the cold from your skin, and maybe from your chest too-”

“I’m not sick.”

“I think we’re well past denial.”

Growling lightly, Bakugou nods, a small amount of relief flooding his eyes as he presses the towel to his face briefly to muffle a new round of coughs. As it finishes, he heads off towards the bathroom, Kirishima letting relief fill his own chest as the shower turns on. Turning around he grabs the kettle, starting to look through the cupboards for the tea. ‘The kitchen is his domain, I don’t usually get to look in here. Where would he put- oh! Found it.’

He places the kettle on the stove and the tea bags on the counter, pausing for a moment as a chill runs down his back. ‘Oh right. I should probably change too. Don’t want to be miserable the rest of the day, he’s got enough of that for both of us.’ The shower’s not running but the door is still closed, so Kirishima finds himself changing in the bedroom. Once he returns to the kitchen he finds Bakugou leaning against the fridge.

“You look better.”

“Snff- I said I snfff- was fine, didn’t I?”

“Baby, you’re all sniffly. That’s not exactly ‘fine’.” 

A blush spreads rapidly across his cheeks at the nickname, Kirishima unable to prevent the laughter that bubbles up through his chest. Bakugou glares, but the deep red tint dampens its effectiveness a little. ‘I bet that’s something only I know. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is actually a softie when it comes to cuddly things, as long as we’re alone.’ 

“What are you staring at?”

“Oh nothing. Just your pink little nose.”

“Eh?! Oh you- hehH-!”

“Bless you.”

“I ha- hahh… haven’t… keh’DNZTT’uhhh-!”

“Don’t stifle them.”

“M- make… mahhh… make me- heH’KNT’ehh-!” 

Bakugou seems to realize the mistake just a moment too late. Desperation floods his face as his nose twitches violently, hand raising to knuckle it. It’s to no avail, his eyes starting to water over with the ferocity of the tickle. A triple pours out, piling over each other in a breathless cascade.

“huHhh-! hH’RRRSHH-YIEZSHH’aa-! hH’RRUHZSHH’aa-!”

“This time I am saying I told you so.” 

“------...”

“What? Didn’t quite catch that.” 

Gaze never leaves the floor as Bakugou begins to repeat the words, his cheeks darkening at an almost alarming rate. The tone is soft, gentle, and would almost be called a whine if it came from anyone else. 

“You didn’t bless me…” 

Kirishima wouldn’t be able to hold off the laughter if he wanted to. Which, he doesn’t. Bakugou growls under his breath, eyes lifting from the floor to point a glare at the convulsing man barely able to keep upright with laughter. Silencing the glare with a kiss, Kirishima lets their foreheads rest together for a moment, murmuring his answer. 

“Bless you, Katsuki.”

The sigh that follows is full of unguarded relief, Bakugou letting his head dip down into Kirishima’s chest, purring as his hair gets a gentle stroking. The kettle soon sounds, Bakugou reaching and clicking off the heat without moving his head from its position. Kirishima’s arms remain protectively draped across his back, one hand in his hair tracing circles.

One of the most explosive heroes letting a gentle touch envelope him. One of the toughest heroes bathing in the softness of the response. But that’s not what they are, not now. Right here they’re just two people sharing a moment of pure love.

[canonically-a-genloser]

CC!Ranboo with dialog prompt #10 and #17 of your prompts? No rush or pressure to do this one and I hope you have fun with your event!

TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! And thank you, I'm definitely enjoying having something fun to write instead of essays 😂

He/they pronouns for Ranboo, reader is just "you" lol I can't remember for the life of me if everybody hates second person but who cares too late now akxdjdsmdjsms

Prompts:

"I think I love you and I'm terrified."

-playful banter

You and Ranboo had basically been living in each other's houses for weeks on end now. Any free time, anytime either of you wanted a coffee or just a drive around town, they were always right there with you.

It was the same now.

The two of you were wearing pajamas in his room, using his setup mic as a karaoke prop and laughing at how out of tune you ended up being. Even a voice changer got mixed up in the mess, and you got to hear what Ranboo's voice sounded like at chipmunk pitch.

It was beginning to look like another night where the two of you would finish your homework, then fall asleep to a show both of you liked.

Of course, that schedule changed slightly as he had brought an iced coffee for the two of you to share. Despite the fact that it would keep the both of you up later from the caffeine, it helped a lot when there was something either of you needed to talk about. You vaguely wondered if that was the case but didn't think too much of it.

They kicked a pillow off the floor hard enough to hit your face, startling you out of your thoughts.

"Don't be starting fights," you pretended to threaten, shaking your blanket at him as it was clutched in both fists.

"I'll drink your coffee." They held both cups in their hands and stood up in an attempt to make you unable to reach them. "HA. What can you do?" they asked triumphantly.

"You wouldn't."

Ranboo took a sip of one coffee, looking you in the eyes all the while.

You stood staring straight back.

Finally the two of you doubled over in laughter, unable to contain it any longer. Ranboo handed you the coffee.

"I wouldn't drink it, that's too mean. It's too mean," they laughed, trying not to spill their own coffee.

"It's not and you know it," you retorted. "If you had the choice you'd drink it all in a heartbeat."

Ranboo was now laughing enough that he had to steady his hand with the coffee on a table. "It's good, alright? Stop- stop bullying me," he said as well as he was able.

You smiled, drinking your coffee in sudden and completely comfortable silence.

Finally he spoke up. "Y/N, can I- see, this is really a thing that we don't talk about. Ever. I- wait, lemme just.." he took a deep breath and started over.

"So do you remember that one time when we were up all night on stream and we talked about like, middle school crushes and everything?"

You nodded. That had been an interesting stream, to say the least.

"And there was this one person that I didn't specifically say anything about them, right? You were almost asleep," they added hurriedly, "so if you don't remember, that's fine. I, um.." they paused again. The floor suddenly seemed incredibly interesting to them.

"If you don't wanna say who it is, that's fine," you assured him. "It's not anything that's like a need-to-know-"

"I'm trying to explain it to you, though," they said, running their fingers through their hair once quickly. "I.."

They turned to face you, grey eyes searching yours desperately. "I think I love you and I'm terrified."

You didn't say anything for a moment, and Ranboo turned their eyes back towards the floor.

"I'm sorry," they finally said.

You looked up sharply as he continued.

"I knew you wouldn't feel the same way, but I just.. had to say it, you know? If this makes things-"

"No, it's fine," you stopped them. "Seriously, I was just trying to figure out a good response." You looked up at them. "I love you too, and I have, but I didn't know what you'd think."

A glimmer of hope returned to their eyes. "Really? I didn't know- I-"

"Hey." You lightly fistbumped his shoulder. "Don't worry about it."

It didn't take long for the two of you to return to the coffee and banter. For now, you loved each other. You could figure out the rest later.

A/N: AZKDJEMSDDJ THE END IS TERRIBLE 😭 I KINDA LIKE THE REST THOUGH SO IT'S FINE

I'M GONNA WORK ON MORE TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T GUARANTEE MORE THAN THAT

KEEP SENDING REQUESTS IF YOU'D LIKE, LOVE Y'ALL 💗💗

[catohphm]

Weekend With The Grays 2023 Day 7 Prompt - It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Hey everyone! Hope the weekend went well. This is the conclusion for my part in the 2023 Weekend With The Grays event for Hogwarts Legacy organized by @endlessly-cursed. Her OC Prim is featured in this story, as well as Malcolm, belonging to @gaygryffindorgal, with @mjs-oc-corner's gals Bella and Roxie also involved. Tysm Noe for hosting this wonderful event! 😊 Everyone now has to say goodbye to Winbourne and the Somersets for now, but it's not truly goodbye after all<3

The young couple worked to clean up their spaces and pack their belongings.  It had been a week since the Christmas fun and festivities at Winbourne had begun, and it was now time to go home. Danny and Bella looked back fondly on the past few days as they got ready. This was not the first nor the last stay of theirs, but goodbyes weren't easy. That was just natural, and they well knew not to fret over it. All the guests had to prepare for their departures and make sure their areas were in order before they left. All the while, they traded goodbyes, season's greetings, merry Christmas, and happy holiday wishes.

Danny and Bella met up with Roxie on their way out. 

“I'm sad that this year's celebration is ending but I'm also glad to get back to our auror training together, Danny.”

He nodded and smiled at Roxie. “Me too. In a way It'll cancel out some of the regrets about leaving here after the party's over.

“That's a smart way to think about it. We can't have no regrets though, otherwise we won't miss this place and want to come back as much.”

Bella added “Then me and Danny are going back together with one broom. It's the good little things that matter.”

“It all works out on its own.” he concluded. 

Roxie grinned warmly.

“Me and Danny were talking about going back to my mum and dad's for supper later this evening. Do you want to come over, Roxie?” asked Bella.

 “Aw, that's very nice! I'll be happy to join you all. We'll be making our own way out and see you there then.”

“That sounds great, Roxie. See you soon. Merry Christmas.” said Danny. “Merry Christmas. Talk to you later.” Bella remarked in goodbye.

“Merry Christmas to you both. Be safe in your travels, alright?” The three exchanged hugs.

-

Bags and broom in hand, Danny and Bella were a couple feet away from the gates leading out of Winbourne where they encountered Lady Prim and Lord Malcolm.

“Hello, I hope you all had a wonderful time here for the holidays.” greeted Prim.

“Amazing attire you had as well last night, Danny.” commented Malcolm.

“Many thanks, my lady Prim, my lord Malcolm. The hospitality you offer together never ceases to be grand and greatly warming.”

Bella added “I'm gratified for you both as well as my dear Danny.” She ran her arm around her love's. “The week would never have been this splendid without my love and my friends.”

“Of course.” said Prim. “We do our best Winbourne a place of comfort and happy memories. I'm so glad every everyone enjoyed themselves.”

With a positive outlook, Malcolm also noted assuredly “We have it all in us to keep going no matter what. This place is strong in it's heart, soul and body.”

“That's very thoughtful.” Bella told Malcolm.

“You two are amazing for each other.” complimented Danny.

“Thank you, Danny. We've worked together to overcome a lot of challenges over the past year.”

Malcolm nodded. “I hope we can keep on going and be successful next year. We cannot worry about the coming days though. Ourselves belong in the present, here and now.”

“That's good advice. We'll also keep it in mind moving forward.” Danny said as he smiled.”

“So,” then asked Prim “What do you and Bella have planned later? Other fun gatherings, parties, anything on your minds?”

Bella looked at Danny and then back at Prim and Malcolm. “We and Roxie are going to my parent's for supper.”

“That's wonderful, I hope it also turns out fun for you all. Anything on what your mum and dad are cooking?”

“Bella told me they want to keep it a surprise.” Danny said as they chuckled.

Prim grinned. “Guess you all will have to find out then.”

“This estate isn't gonna get itself back together, so we must get back to it.” Malcolm reminded her wife.

“There are other friends we have to make sure we say goodbye to, as well as see that the grounds and halls are tidied up.” she explained. “We'll talk to you both later, okay? Safe journey home.” Danny and Bella hugged Prim and Malcolm, the pairs wishing each other “Merry Christmas.”

[fancifulflora]

hi! could i request this prompt:[ ATTENTION ]  sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile. 

maybe the crown is wearing lipstick

btw could i also have ashti on this? ty! love ur writing!

ahhhHHhh tysm I'm glad you love my writing! I had this idea based off of one of the asks Cherry completed- I can't really find it atm but I really liked the soft vibes

I also tried writing it from another perspective; just for fun really

Warm, gentle sunlight filtered through the silk curtains of the palace, the light dancing across Ashti's restful slumber. Still, she didn't stir from her sleep in the Crown's bed.

Good. She deserved the extra rest.

Now, normally you would have your attendants come in. Perhaps share a small meal and drink with your sorcerer and protector before the day's work began, but it was thankfully a slow morning today.

A morning for the two of you to rest, at least until the afternoon came knocking.

Regardless, a Crown still needed to keep appearances.

Applying your makeup in the order your attendants have done for years took little effort on your part, though the gold still took a little more time to apply than normal.

Leaning away from the desk, you took a look in the mirror.

Hmm...not bad, not bad at all.

Now for the final touches.

Turning your attention to your table, you browsed through all the jars and bottles before settling on one particular one that caught your eye and applying it.

A little lip balm, scented with rose and pigmented with crushed precious gemstones- leaving a soft and gentle glimmer that always did work well under the light of the throne.

"You look beautiful," a smooth voice drawled from behind, a familiar voice akin to a lazy river making its way to the sea.

To you in this case.

"Oh, did I wake you, your Highness?" you teased, hiding your surprise and eying your Royal Protector from the convenience of your mirror- hearing the pops and cracks of her joints as she stretched out her limbs before immediately shrinking back into a comfortable position nestled in your pillows.

A small hum.

"Oh I've been awake for a while," She admitted with a dismissive wave of her hand at both the question and the nickname, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Where have your attendants gone this morning?"

Raising from your seat in front of the mirror, you made your way over to the bed- unceremoniously plopping down into Ashti's awaiting arms, "I let them take the morning off, I'm afraid... so it'll just be you and me this morning."

"Just the two of us?" Ashti repeated, the question alone bringing the ever-present guards to the forefront of your mind.

Right.

Just the nine of you then.

"Either way, I wish to make the most of this free time," You decided, turning so that you were more comfortable in Ashti's embrace, your shoulders pressing together- hazel eyes following your every move with a mix of interest and amusement.

Turning to face you, the royal protector tightened the grip their arm had around your waist. Ashti giving you an uncharacteristically chaste kiss before pulling away- enjoying the whine dying in your throat at the sudden loss of touch.

"Your whole day isn't completely free," She gently reminded, a small irritation growing in your gut at the thought of having lunch with a few of your Ministers later.

And with the bright sun rising by the minute... it appears that there wasn't that much time for the two of you to relax.

How unfortunate.

A small huff from you earned yourself a smile from Ashti in turn, feeling them loosen their hold on you allowed you to settle your head back against the pillows- golden eyes boring into the ceiling above in thought.

Ashti still had to go and arrange the last-minute security details before lunch too.

Joy. Even less time to spend together.

But what should the two of you actually do?

"What's on your mind?" your protector asked, leaning on their elbow as they hovered over you, the sunlight bringing out the traces of shimmer you had left on their lips.

Hmm...

An idea in your mind began to take root.

"Say, Ashti, are you fond of games?"

"It depends," Ashti murmured, eyes narrowing a bit at you and the mischievous look you failed to hide from them. "What kind of game?"

Putting a mask of boredom on your face, you averted eye contact and feigned contemplation. "Less of a game, I suppose, and more of a challenge."

A challenge?

Well, now you certainly have Ashti's attention now.

Using their nature against them, you propped yourself up onto your side- Ashti mirroring the move so you faced each other.

"Tell me more about this challenge." your royal protector grinned, their eyes shining at the chance to one-up someone.

Even you.

Void, maybe especially you.

"You have an impressive amount of self-control." You admit.

A hook.

"I'd certainly like to believe so."

"Though... perhaps not enough for this challenge."

Line.

Ashti huffed slightly, clearly invested in whatever game you had concocted for them and willing to play along with the obvious trap you were setting. "I don't suppose you plan on teasing me all morning, do you? Tell me what I'm to do. for this challenge of yours."

"Stand still."

Sinker.

"Truly," The Royal Protector raised an eyebrow at the challenge brought before her. "Is that all?"

"It sounds easy," you admit, getting on your knees above Ashti and pressing a hand to your lover's chest- a gentle push guiding her back up against the board of your shared bed. "But I assure you it is anything but."

Her smirk made butterflies of your stomach, Ashti following along with your guidance obediently. It seems as if she'd play this game of yours... for now.

"Do you plan on doing something improper to me, my Crown?" Their gaze was intense- voice low and teasing, a small bite of hunger behind their eyes. And while the notion was indeed tempting, you had other plans in mind.

"Nothing too untoward, I assure you, now, remember-" you started, hips straddling Ashti as all four of your limbs caged her in; hands on either side of her- palms pressed flat against the wall.

"No moving," Ashti solemnly repeated, their eyes fixated on your golden ones as you moved in slowly.

So. Agonizingly slowly.

Just to press a kiss on Ashti's temple.

The touch itself seemed to melt away at the tension in your protector, the bodyguard clearly having expected something a little more intense.

"If you wished to kiss me, you need only ask."

Hushing her, you move to another spot- evenly spacing out each and every kiss till you were satisfied. Each time you'd pull away, hazel eyes met your own, Ashti's face simmering in heat under your treatment. Her expression wanting for more than to hide from the embarrassment she was feeling.

Still, she kept to the rules, keeping as still as a statue while you moved to each of her cheeks.

One.

Two.

Now, her nose. You also couldn't dare forget the space between her eyebrows nor the areas just underneath those beautiful eyes of hers.

Pulling back to admire your progress almost made you regret choosing this colored lip balm.

If only it was gold, then perhaps you could have seen what Ashti would have looked like if she was the Crown.

"Are you doing alright?" you ask, wanting to make sure that your lover was comfortable first and foremost and that she was fine continuing second.

Ashti's head twitched, clearly tempted to nod in response but then remembering the rules. Taking in a slow breath, the Royal Protector spoke with a clear, calm tone. "Naturally."

That brought a smile to your face, bringing yourself closer to Ashti to leave slow, drawn-out kisses on each corner of her lip before finally pressing your lips together.

A small hum in Ashti's throat was all the response you got, the Royal Protector probably figuring that kissing back would be in violation of the rules you had set.

Shame, really.

Leaving one last kiss on her chin, a wicked grin spread across your face as the real fun began.

Making a show of it, you purposefully brushed your cheek against Ashti's, leaving specks of sunlight on her as your lashes tickled the side of her face.

One kiss, right underneath her ear.

Still, she did not move.

You then turned to the other side, the sound of her heartbeat drumming against your ears.

Still, she did not move.

"You're nearly there," a small piece of encouragement- one small act of kindness for your bodyguard.

But then you turned back to the mission at hand.

Moving in at a snail's pace, you decided to be especially vigilant as you seared kiss after kiss down Ashti's neck, finding a spot against their shoulder to the rest the side of your face on.

You could see their raised eyebrow, the Royal Protector matching your gaze from the corner of their eye; lips, still glistening- parted ever so slightly.

Their resolve was shaking.

Good.

Coming in for one last blow against your protector, your lips grazed her collarbone- teeth brushing against smooth skin.

Ah. There it was.

A single shudder was all it took for you to win the game.

Mercilessly leaving Ashti without a parting kiss on her collarbone, you opted to instead take a seat on her hips, admiring your work.

She sparkled like the ocean's edge- every wave of the curtains, every beam of light shattering into a million pieces across her features.

What a sight to behold.

"Are you done basking in your victory?" Ashti laughed, a little lightheaded after the intimate encounter, and above all else- thankful that she wasn't the only one affected by this challenge of yours.

Reaching for the edge of your desk, your fingertips snatched up a small cloth- touching up the edges of your lips where your makeup undoubtedly smudged itself.

"Nowhere near done," You admitted, "but I really ought to get off of you before we truly engage in something untoward."

Moving off of your lover, you move to adjust your clothes- mind wandering to the time. You really needed to get going now before Ashti fell behind on her duties.

The Royal Protector on the other hand, finally free from your binds took the cloth from your outstretched hand- cleaning themselves of the traces of your love, the markings of their challenge lost. The speed of their movements meant that the very same thought had crossed their mind as well.

"You-," their breath was even now, gaze finding great interest with your bookshelf across the room. "- may want to reapply."

You spare a glance at the mirror.

Oh. She was certainly right about that.

"We surely have some time left," You mutter as you turn your attention to the sun just out the window.

Seems like it.

Sliding off the bed in one fluid motion, you reached for the jar settled on your desk. "Might I ask for help, Ashti?"

Quick on their feet and having recovered from your little game with them, Ashti got off the bed as well- her face now clean of all markings. On instinct, they reached for the nightstand and looped her daggers and khopesh around their belt, trailing along to your side.

She was swift to settle back into her duties for the day.

Though certainly not enough to stop her from getting some revenge on you.

Purposefully tracing her fingertips across your bare knuckles- the Royal Protector carefully took the lip balm in hand. The lingering warmth from their touch giving you one final tease- one act of retribution as Ashti purred.

"Anything for you, my crown."

[v8nom]

random question: what are ur favorite twice ships and their dynamics to write??

(and btw i absolutely love everything you’ve written btw like esp ur hurt/comfort self harm series like i eat that shit up and reread it when i’m having a rough time :) and ur also REALLY fucking good at writing smut like ur the entire package)

ah anyway hope ur doing well!! thank u!!

!! first of all tysm! I appreciate it <333

Also mmmm that's a good question, tbh my secret is that the method of how I write can only be described as receiving a vision from a god and desperately trying to transcribe what I see into words . if that makes sense. So the *goal* is to think deeply about dynamics n all that good deep stuff because I notice when other authors do that and I love it, but in reality . I don't really do that much . Or maybe I do on some level just not super consciously. (adding a read more for those who don’t care and don’t wanna scroll)

Sorry you probably weren't going for that with your question! Big fan of the misamo dynamics both for hurt/comfort and for smut, because imo sn and mn can either be needy and whiny as fuck or seductress vibes/Mean. And I've been on this puppy mm thing for a bit bc of things I've read, but I forget if I've always thought that way. In the hurt/comfort world of things, something about me likes to project onto mn (sorry to her), and mm and sn I feel are Good with emotional things, sn in the talking and shes good at comforting way, mm in the way she's just , kinda puppy actually lol. (omg I can go on and on abt sn if u wanna hear it). Jh with anyone is fun to play with, because you can either go leader vibes she's in charge/she knows how to help, or she wants to give up control/she's hiding her pain because she wants to be a good leader.

I hope that answers it! u were probably talking dynamic in general but in the visions i receive (lol) they tend to be either hurt/comfort or smut so I can speak to that. Also can u believe I actually wrote more for this and had to cut it out .. apologies if u wanted a quick and easy answer ! But if you wanna hear more about someone or a dynamic specifically, please ask. Thoughts tend to come to me when I'm prompted so hit me the fuck up.

I hope you're doing well too anon! thank you for the ask <3 also sorry for having this sit here for 4 days, I've got plans and drafts TRUST I wanna keep this acct alive and well, unfortunately things got super busy but hopefully after the next week I should have more time!

[viperwhispered]

Last anon really said “would you still love me if I was a lobster???” And I respect that lmao

But to continue the chaos, how about this: reader can still talk in lobster form… somehow and tries to instruct her on where to go to get help from the staff. Unfortunately for both of them, reader is really bad with directions!

I hope this is okay! Tysm! 🩵

Oh trust me I'm living for the chaos.

Thank you for the request anon! Took me a little longer than anticipated to get to this but here we are. 🦞

The 'Anything Goes' Story, part 5

The story where I write whatever you tell me to. You can find more info and the masterlist here.

The way you squirmed in Najma’s hands - skittering legs, waving claws, shaky antenna - was not exactly comforting, to say the least.

Thank goodness she didn’t share her brother’s predilection for bug issues - after all, how else could she tease him with the creepy crawlies she found, or extort bargain with him to get compensation for clearing the bugs from his room.

You were making some very strange noises, too, thankfully not very loudly, but-

Wait? Were those actually words?

It was garbled, mangled, certainly not something that Najma would expect from a lobster - animal linguistics wouldn’t be much help to her, here, and it’s not like lobsters were part of the Scalding Sands curriculum, anyway.

“Okay, okay, calm down. We’ll sort this out,” Najma shushed you, still kneeling behind the stand. Cautiously, hesitantly, she lifted you a little closer - with very healthy respect for your claws.

After a halting negotiation, Najma had you wrapped up in her headscarf, trying to follow your instructions to get around campus - even as you kept on telling her to backtrack, or take a turn she'd already missed, or just took your time giving her any guidance at all.

Was Najma seriously wandering around a festival on Night Raven College grounds, following the instructions of a lobster, while hoping against hope not to come across her brother or parents, even as it became increasingly obvious she was nowhere near finding any of the people she needed to find?

Yes. Yes she was.

Edit: you can find the next part here.

Again, time for you all to give me the next prompt to see how we continue this story.

Character(s), scenario, tone / genre, or whatever y'all think would be fun to see and throw my way. Sensible, requiring some suspension of disbelief, or just pure crack, anything goes.

Whoever is the first to reblog / reply to this post with their idea will get their prompt done for the next part - that way others can easily see if a prompt has already been given all not.

However, you can't have your prompt picked twice in a row (so the next prompt should be from someone else than this particular anon, whoever you are).

Tag list:

@colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist

@lex752 @perilous-pasta @twstgo

If you'd like to be tagged for this thing (or my writing in general), just gimme a shout.

[prentissluvr]

hi!! this is taking a bit of courage to send so i apologise if my english isn't the greatest ^_^

i would love to have a sammy drabble for the milestone event!! i've been thinking about his brown jacket SOO much recently so maybe this prompt "— sharing clothes in a totally friendly way" from the friends to lovers list?

fluff and mutual pining, maybe reader gets their own clothes soaked in blood and mud on a hunt (and is too afraid of breaking their tough persona to complain) so sam lends them his jacket (knowing all their tells without reader even having to talk, silent communication), and even after they're back in the motel room reader forgets 2 take it off? i can imagine sam going crazy for clothes sharing lol ^_^!! feel free to alter anything however you see fit! i'll love anything you write ♡ hope you have an awesome day!!

-🍂

hello sweetest!! well thank you so much for taking the courage to send this ask! it's very appreciated, and your english is amazing don't worry!! <333

grrr tysm for the request ITS SO CUTE !! y'all know i'm doing plenty of thinking about that brown jacket myself hehehe. i had sm fun writing this, i hope you enjoy it !! <33 tysm for being so kind i hope you have an amazing day as well !!! <333

[dameronology]

Hiii lovely ❤️ just saw that ur Taking requests for Matt M and I have two prompts u can choose from, I hope they spark inspiration 😘 tysm

1. Breed crows and they will gouge your eyes out.

2. I'll be damned if I let you die.

of course!! i hope u enjoy <3 this rly took an enemies to love kinda road i can't lie to u

matt murdock + "i'll be damned if i let you die"

tw; mentions of injury + canon-typical violence

You and Daredevil had been enemies at one point.

Back before you knew him as Matthew Murdock and way back when your relationship was just meeting on a roof-top every night, he'd hated your guts. The feeling was mutual. You had shared interests - the greater good, justice, yada, yada, yada - but he got in your way and you, in his.

But you were clumsy, you see. Tripping and falling was one thing but when guns and knives became involved? What was once a quirky trait was now...mortally threatening. That concerned Matt deeply; it wasn't personal, it was just that he was a man of religion and leaving you to bleed out on a roof top wasn't very Catholic of him.

Dragging you back to his apartment to bandage you up wasn't his idea of fun. Your sarcastic quips and jabs at his life choices didn't stop, even when he was shakily stitching up your wounds.

It was during those times that you became to know him as Matt. He wasn't just a vigilante - he was a lawyer, and he went to Church as much as he could. You learnt that his favourite artist was Bowling for Soup, but he told everyone it was The Beatles. The only song that could make him cry was Vienna by Billy Joel, and his favourite show to have on in the background was Friends. Ross was his favourite, apparently (god forbid).

You'd seen him outside of the mask as well. Your only observation of that particular event was that he was hot.

It was in a cold Tuesday night that you injured yourself worse than you had before. You'd run into a bullet, as you'd so eloquently put it. Matt preferred the term 'got shot' but...tomato, tomato.

"God, that hurts so fucking much," you murmured. "Shit. Sorry. I'm not meant to use the Lord's name in blasphemy-"

"- you nearly died," Matt cut you off, safety-pinning up your bandages. "You could cry to every god there is and I wouldn't be offended."

You smiled. "Thanks, Daredevil."

"I hate when you call me that," he muttered.

Matt stood up, gently lifting up your legs from the sofa so that he could take a seat. He put them back down over his own thighs, a large hand resting on your calf.

You'd definitely got touchier over the last few months. You didn't always notice. It was natural, now that you were friends - if you could call it that. You never saw Matt outside of him stitching you up.

"It's less syllables than...what did they used to call you? Satan of Washington Heights? Evil Knievel of the Upper East Side-"

"- Devil of Hell's Kitchen," Matt cut you off with a laugh. "You're a real pain in the ass."

"Maybe you should let me bleed out. You'd get some peace of quiet then."

Matt reached out a hand, intertwining your fingers and softly pulling you to sit up. His other one rested on the small of your back, guiding you so that you didn't strain your injuries too much. He didn't say anything - just softly smiled.

"I'll be damned if I let you die."

He pulled you further towards him and into his lap. You followed his cues, pressing your lips to his and tangling a hand in his hair. His lips were soft, which you hadn't expected - his hands were calloused, voice gravelly and skin scarred. It was a welcome feeling; he was a good kisser. Gentle, but still enough to knock the air from you. A little like him.

So much for being enemies.

[twirlyeyebrows]

hiii!!! congratulations on 200!!! may i pls request a fic with eustass kidd using the prompt “baking” i just think the scenario would be so funny. thank you!!! and good luck with your event!! <333

this request was so much fun omfg thank you 😭 i hope you enjoy :)) (also i look up to you so much as a writer i just have to say that okay i'm done tysm and thank you for your patience <3)

Baking (Kid X Gn Reader)

✶ This piece is a part of my 200 followers event! The status of the event is currently: closed (check it out here!) ✶

♡ Word Count: 1.7k

♡ No pronouns used, No spoilers, No content warnings :)

“This is fucking stupid.” Kid groaned as he messily measured a cup of flour, dumping it into the mix brutally.

You rolled your eyes and took the measuring cup out of his hand.

“It's not stupid! Both of us almost died, remember? We're only here because of the rest of the crew, don't you think they deserve a little thanks from us?” You wiped your messy hands on your apron and scoffed as you watch him use his devil fruit power to take a knife from the counter.

You rush over to him and grab the knife by the handle, holding it out away from him.

“We don't need any knives for making cupcakes, Kid! Get a grip.” You laugh through your words. Since you took the cutlery from him, he was able to use his arm to pull you close. Your faces almost touched. You felt your face get bright red.

For the longest time, you've had the hugest crush on him, but you'd never dream about telling him. You prayed to any god that could hear you that he didn't notice.

He winked and snapped his teeth close to your nose. You let out a small squeak and he laughed, releasing you from his grip.

You huffed in fake anger, attempting to mask how flustered you were.

“How mature!” You barked at him sarcastically. You turned away from him as you felt your face getting warmer still.

You tended back to the mixing bowl in front of you, adding in butter as the instructions called for. Kid paced around the room, not knowing what to do in such a domestic situation. Baking was clearly not his strong suit, maybe you should've tried to find that “Black Leg” guy you've heard so much about.

“So what am I doing here if you won't let me touch anything?” The man next to you asked in his normal nonchalant tone.

“I don't know…moral support?” You sighed and grabbed a whisk.

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I'm great at that.” He taunted.

He walked over to you and hovered over the bowl, watching you mix the wet ingredients with the dry.

“Yeah, I still don't get why I need to be here.” He vocalized. His tone made it sound like he was too good for something like this.

You set the whisk down in the bowl and turned away from it. Your eyes met his and you stared at him annoyed through your eyelashes.

“Because you need to learn to show some appreciation sometimes.” You poked him in the chest as you served him a dose of truth.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and scoffed.

“I am appreciative.” He said in a voice that made it sound like he thought you were the crazy one. A shocked smile spread across your face and you exhaled through your nose at the statement.

“Really? I never would've guessed!” You shot back, sarcastically. “As I recall, I had to drag your ass in here so many times before you finally decided to stay put.” The words were sharp but the way you said them was not. As annoying as it had been, the repetitive game of catch and release you had to play was riveting. You loved when that man played hard to get, and lucky for you, he did it often.

Kid grinned smugly and chuckled. You felt your heart flip. You tended back to the bowl even though the batter was already complete.

“Hey, watch yourself, (Y/n).” He said, still smiling as he dipped a finger into the mixing bowl and scooped out a dollop of the mix. He looked you dead in the eyes as he put the tip of his finger in his mouth and licked off the batter. He ended the display with a suave wink. That bastard.

“Don't put your hands in the batter, Kid! Jesus Christ that's like rule number one of baking.” You pouted.

You turned your back on him, needing to see if the oven had been preheated to the right temperature. When you saw that it had, you smiled sweetly. You were so excited to give these little gifts to your crew. Even though they weren't necessarily the most wholesome bunch of pirates, who didn't like baked goods? You knew that they'd appreciate them, even if it was deep down.

When you turned back around you were met with a weird sensation sliding across your face. Kid had blatantly gone against your wishes and taken more batter out of the bowl, this time smudging it along your cheek.

You used two fingers to swipe some of the mixture off your face, looking at it in utter surprise. You swore, if you had been baking with anyone else, everything would've gone fine. But of course, you had to have Kid help you, your feelings wouldn't have let you had it any other way.

“Oops~" He said in the most taunting, childish, and downright irritating ridicule.

Even so, you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on him a little too long. You could tell that he was having fun, even if he wanted to act like wasn't. The hopeful shine swirled in his eyes when he looked at you and the batter in your hand. He was having a good time, and thank god because you were too.

Perhaps you lingered just a little too long, however.

Kid snapped his fingers in front of you and waved his hand over your eyes. He laughed at you, teasingly.

“You good?” He snickered.

You broke out of your loving gaze and were brought back to reality. You needed to start getting yourself in check, if you kept this up, your feelings would be clear as day to the very man you're keeping them from. Though, you couldn't help but notice a small red hue along Kid’s cheeks and nose as you came back down to earth.

You shook your head quickly, waking yourself up from your dreamlike state. You nodded your head in response to his question and ran a hand through your hair.

Clearly, you had forgotten about what had just happened a minute ago because now there was a streak of sticky cupcake batter weaved through the strands of your hair. You looked up in disgust and embarrassment as you heard Kid’s booming laugh from beside you.

“The fuck are you laughing at?” You snarl, going against your own advice and sticking your hand in the bowl. You scooped out a good amount of the mixture and smeared it across Kid’s scarred face and up into his hair. You couldn't believe you did that. It felt great.

You saw a sinister look appear in the man’s eyes as his gaze darted to the bowl on the counter. This was not going to end well.

“Ah, feeling bold, are we?” He cooed, dipping his fingertips into the bowl and flicking them at you, causing a sprinkle of batter rain to spray on your apron.

“Fuck the cupcakes.” You thought, “This is way more fun.”

Through a mess of tumbling, fighting, yelling, and laughing, you and Kid had wasted nearly all of the batter you had prepared for the cakes. When there was nothing left to fight with, you both sat there and admired the crime scene. There was cupcake mix everywhere. It was all over both of your faces and clothes, it was on the walls, the floor, basically everywhere except for the bowl.

You stood up from the ground you had been shoved down on and stuck out your tacky arms.

“Now this was fucking stupid.” You mumbled, thinking about how long it was going to take to clean everything.

“But worth it.” Kid sighed as he stood up with you, also gritting his teeth at the sight of batter covering the kitchen.

Your stomach flipped and not with disdain over the lost cupcakes. Did he just say this was worth it?

“You think so?” You nearly whisper. You smile, genuinely. Kid’s face goes red and you want to point it out but you know that would be hypocritical.

“Yeah, it was fun. Way better than actually baking something.” He smiled as well, not as vulnerable as you, but genuine nonetheless.

You let out a loud exhale.

“Yeah but now I have to make the whole thing over again, and clean all this shit up.” You looked around in dread once more.

“Maybe I can actually help this time, you know... if you want to let me.” He teased.

You ignored the chill running through your blood.

“Well, it looks like I'm going to need it.” You tilted your head towards him and met his eyes. “Sure, you can stick around if you want.”

He snickered and walked over to you, stopping only when he was a few inches from being pressed against you. The blush on your face was the same color as his hair. You coached yourself in your mind, telling yourself not to say something stupid.

“If I want?” He says, raising an eyebrow. “Do you not want me here, (Y/n)?” He said in a classic drawn-out taunt, complementing the tease with a shit-eating grin. He knew what he was doing and you hated him for it, even though you couldn't bring yourself to shut him up.

You didn't say anything, the words stuck in your throat like peanut butter.

“Well, do you?” He spoke quieter this time as he moved in closer to you. Your body acted on its own as you felt yourself nodding your head.

“Good.” He whispered as he brought a batter-covered finger to your bottom lip, leaving a spot of the mix perched there.

You couldn't help but laugh at the gesture. You were about to shoot him with a witty remark but all of the sudden, his hand was on your cheek. He was leaving a sticky handprint on your face, but you didn't care.

“Here, let me get that for you.” He purred with a confident smile as he pulled your face into his, connecting your lips in a heartbeat.

You eased into the kiss in no time, savoring every movement, every small gasp, and every time the delicious vanilla flavor made its way onto your tongue.

Between your thoughts of shock and love, you could only think about how fun it was going to be to ruin the next batch.

[baxndaid]

#THATNIGHT

character ; KAEYA

prompt ; though it isn't obvious, kaeya is feeling a little isolated.

warnings/notes ; gn!reader, angst bc yeah xoxo, mild language, sad kaeya sad kaeya , mentions of his backstory but i don't go into it, can be seen as platonic or romantic girl idk

(!) spoiler for jean's hangout quest

i'm 7 away from 100 followers which is so awesome! tysm for the support, REQESTS ARE OPEN AND WELCOME so feel free to hmu with something you'd like to see in the future !!

YOU never really understood kaeya. his life felt so melancholy, so boring, so broken, and yet all he did was smile, he never got angry, and continue to get drunk off his ass every night at his brother's tavern, who, hated his guts. actually, a lot of people hated his guts. kaeya was somebody who you didn't really trust and would take everything he said with a bucket of salt, you could never understand whether he was joking or being genuine.

you worked at the angel's share, along side master diluc. the first time you came, he warned you that the drunkards could get a little vulgar, especially when a "young, innocent person such as yourself" served them. naturally, you got the hang of your job, enjoying the company of those who come in and talk, and laughing under your breath when a drunk man falls on his way out. though, there was always this man who came in, he dressed differently to the others and always ordered the same drink, "death after noon." master diluc had told you stories and warned you about this man, his own brother. to say that you were surprised was an understatement, how could a man, the cavalry captain to be exact, be that much of a dick? you asked those who came in about the man named kaeya and they all had similar, negative answers. a nun who carried a spear, a bard with two braids, the acting grand master, even the local librarian had something bad to share about kaeya. you saw him around sometimes, it was rather strange seeing him chuckle and joke around with those who, only moments prior, had bad-mouthed him. you almost felt bad for him.

TODAY was a quiet day, you were finishing up your shift at the tavern, sweeping the floors and cleaning up some tables. you swiped the sweat forming on your brow as you wiped down the main counter, before hearing the ringing of the front door bell, indicating that somebody had arrived.

"welcome to angel's share, what can i get-"

"evening, y/n! funny seeing you here," he chuckled, leaning on the counter. "i work here, kaeya." you were far too tired to deal with his antics and just wanted to give him his drink, and get on with your day.

he laughed and sat down on one of the wooden stools, "ah yes, how could i forget. well! in that case, i'd like to request something from you, a little help, if you will." though it did pique your interests, you weren't interested. "no."

"you haven't even heard my request yet!" he exclaimed, a smirk appearing on his tanned face. "come here," he beckoned you to come closer and whispered in your ear.

"you want to throw a party for the acting grand master?"

"shh! keep it down, i wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, now would i?" he put a finger up to his lips.

you sighed, you did like the idea of throwing the busy knight a party, after all, she did work hard 24/7, protecting monstat and still making time to talk to you like normal.

"fine, but i'll have to ask master diluc first." you groaned

his singular, visible eye lit up as he grabbed your shoulders and gave you a hug from across the alcohol-stained counter. your cheeks flushed as you awkwardly pat his back, not knowing what to do in the situation. he let go and said his thank you's, and waved you goodbye. you stood their for a minute more, completely still and cheeks still red. "what the fuck was that?"

THAT night, you, klee and kaeya set up the tavern to make it more "fun looking", as klee put it. diluc, venti, lisa, and amber were finishing up doing jean's odd jobs while aether and paimon were busy distracting jean until everything was ready. as klee threw decorations around the tavern, you and the eye-patch wearing man were in charge of sorting out the drinks and food. it was a strange, awkward silence, which you felt was out of character for the cavalry captain, so, you decided to break the silence, "what made you want to do this anyway?"

he chucked, and looked down, "well, if she gets a break, that means we get a break too," he joked. you playfully rolled your eyes at his words. "this was a really sweet idea, y'know,"

he looked up at you, placing down the drinks in his hand. "oh?" he gave you one of his famous chuckles and locked his gaze with yours, "thank you, really, but-"

"alright! everything is set" the burst of the door quickly caught your attention, a quiet, yet audible groan coming from kaeya as you looked away. amber, lisa, and diluc stepped in, admiring the work the 3 of you did. amber and venti went straight to the food and alcohol, mouths watering, diluc went behind the counter, getting ready for jean's arrival, lisa went to greet you and klee, also getting ready for the grand master's arrival. kaeya stood near you, crossing his arms.

"surprise!"

everybody shouted when the door opened, revealing aether, paimon, and the woman of the hour. she looked perplexed, but after kaeya and amber explained, she seemed ecstatic, and even a little emotional. "well, come on now, let's have fun!" she announced joyfully.

AS everyone mingled around, you served drinks and talked to the attendees, having a nice time socialising with others. looking around, you spotted kaeya sitting alone in the back of the room, back facing everybody, a drink in one hand, his head in the other. he was hunched over, twirling his drink, staring at the marks on the table. you went over to him, feeling bad for the man, and placed a hand on his broad shoulder.

"hey, enjoying the party?" he asked, swiftly sitting up, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve and facing you. you rubbed his shoulder, looking down at him, "are you okay?"

he stared at you for a second, before looking down again. "yes, i'm fine," his voice was breathy and you could barely hear him from the loud chatter and clank of plates and cups in the back.

"your the one who arranged his party, why aren't you with the others?" it was a stupid question. you knew that his co-workers weren't very fond of him and you began to think that kaeya was starting to catch onto it. his shoulders began to slightly shake, your hand quickly moved away from him. "kaeya?"

you looked around before taking his arm and guiding him up, outside the tavern. his arm was still covering his upper face, from embarrassment, perhaps? you took him behind the tavern and sat him down on one of the tables, making sure that there was nobody around to see the two of you. sitting next to him, you leaned on your crossed arms and looked at him, his face still covered.

you embraced him, his arms quickly wrapping around you, body still softly shaking. you could feel your uniform getting damp from his tears as you whispered sweet nothings into his ears and laced your hands through his smooth, navy hair. you sighed,

this was going to be a long night.

NAVIGATION ♡

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five | my masterlist

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.