#we have loved her since that pillow fight and we will love her forever

[myname-isnia]

Okay update I’m no longer just singing the sound of music soundtrack to myself all day instead I am now actively crying over the sound of music

[maybankswhore]

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄.

SUMMARY: you didn’t mean to fall in love with jj maybank. you knew how it would end. and yet his charming smile and blonde hair blinded you from the ugly truth and now you were engaged to rafe cameron , and stuck with jj’s love in your soul.

WARNINGS: arranged marriages , mutual pining , reader with daddy issues & mild language.

PAIRINGS: rafe cameron x reader + jj maybank x reader.

“ oh i can’t , stop you putting roots in my dreamland. my house of stone your ivy grows , and now i’m covered in you. ”

“I’m JJ.”

You had remembered the first time you had met him like it was yesterday. You could close your eyes and feel the cool breeze on your skin and hear the waves crashing against one another. Your stomach still fluttered the exact same way , the skin of your cheeks turning a similar shade of red as you pictured the way he had stood in front of you. Cut of jean shorts , a old and tattered Coors Lite t–shirt with the sleeves torn off.

He had a boyish grin on his face when he approached. Smelling of stale weed and spearmint— a scent that had become your favorite mix.

You were reluctant. You tried brushing him off , giving short answers. You weren’t even supposed to be on the cut anyway. Sarah had convinced you to sneak out with her , something that was unusual for you. Just by the look of him made your heart pitter patter in a way that just felt . . . wrong. JJ Maybank was nothing but trouble for you and you knew that. But you couldn’t fight him off. You couldn’t shake the feeling of him away , the desire to know him and the girlish bubble of warmth that encased you that night was hard for you to ignore.

That night was only the beginning. You had found yourself sneaking out more often. Your father started to annoy you more , and every time he’d try and talk to you about what was to happen in six months , the quicker you tried to avoid it.

Life with JJ was different. It was different but good. He was adventurous , always helping push you to do things you wouldn’t have normally done. The way he saw the world , how he lived it , brought a sense of longing to you. His eyes were like the ticket to freedom and it was easy to forget with him.

Falling in love with him just happened. It was silly and cliche to think that it was love at first sight. You felt childish thinking that way but every time you replayed that night in your head , something in your chest just knew. It knew that JJ was the boy that you had always dreamed about. The boy all girls wished to find , to love.

It was the fourth month when things got harder. Your father had plans. Big ones. And the closer it got to your eighteenth birthday , the faster he tried to push the process.

“You know the Cameron’s are a great deal around here.” Said your father during a Sunday dinner. “Wards boy would take care of you.”

It had been so silent , you could hear a hair pin drop. Everyone’s eyes were on you , awaiting to here your answer. Your heart was beating so loud , you were afraid it’d beat out of your chest and fall out on the dinner table. Your fork scraped against the expensive china with distaste.

“Well?”

“I’m not—” you opened your mouth to protest but you just didn’t know how. You were so used to being the best girl for him. Always done up to look pretty at his business dinners. Making the best grades so he could boast about you and make his ego inflated. That is what you were taught and that is what you were to do. “I mean , can’t we wait a little bit longer?”

“Rafe isn’t going to wait around for a wife forever , Y/N.” He told you sternly. “You’ve known about this since you were sixteen. Your mother and I need this. You need this. You won’t have to want for nothing in your life.”

God , your stomach had been so sick. You tossed and turned all night , soaking your pillow with tears. There was this ache in your chest you couldn’t shake. A dull pain that lingered throughout the day. None of it was sitting right with you. And the inability to change it.

Another month went by and Midsummers had came. The day left a dry socket in your mouth. JJ had promised to be there , kissing you goodbye the night before and telling you he’d find a way to sneak in at least one dance.

You should’ve told him then.

This big secret , this big lie , hung over your head like a bad dream. You just thought that you could ignore it. That it’d go away. You wanted to tell him. You knew you needed to break it off with him— but you were selfish. You were selfish and just a girl in love with a boy you couldn’t have.

What were you to do?

It came as a surprise when Rafe had cornered you. A sly smirk on his face as he approached you cowering away in the corner with a bad stomachache. “Well don’t you look gorgeous.”

You could only force a smile so big. Swallowing the harsh lump in your throat as you muttered a small: “Thank you,” in return.

“I’m sure you know what our parents have been talking about all summer.” Rafe hummed at you. His eyes drinking you in. You shifted uncomfortable under his gaze and your eyes refused to meet his. “I’m a man of my word , Y/N. And I never let my father down.”

You grimaced. “I’m aware.”

Rafe had leaned in so close that his breath fanned at this skin of your ear. You bit back the need to push him away and only hid the expression of disdain.

“I know your little secret with that dirty Pogue. . .” his words were icey. The tone of his voice caused a sinking feeling in your stomach and a swirl of panic within you. “I don’t like to share what’s mine and I don’t plan to start. You tell him or I will.”

And with that Rafe had backed up and left you alone to rush into the bathroom in tears , with nothing but overwhelming hopelessness. You weren’t his. You never would be.

Not when JJ Maybank had already implanted himself inside of you , tangling up with your soul so tightly that it was hard to breathe without him.

When the time came to finally tell him. He had already knew. Word got out and Kiara had gotten to him first.

He stood in front of you on the beach. The very same beach , the very same spot that he had first met you.

You bounced over to him ready to see him. You had missed him. But the smile on your face fell when you were met with a teary eyed JJ.

“You’re marrying him?”

The look on your face said it all. You stammered out something that resembled a response but all it sounded like was blubbering. A humorous , dry laugh escaped JJ’s throat as he looked away from you. Hands tugging at his hair. “No fuckin’ way.”

“JJ please— you don’t— you don’t understand.” You tried reasoning. A lump already forming in your throat as you tried to find some way to ease the situation.

“How long have you been seein’ him?” JJ fired the question at you. His emotions on fire as he shifted between anger and hurt and most of all— betrayal. “What the fuck was this?” He motioned between the two of you. “Was I just a stupid fuckin’ game? Something to piss off daddy?”

His words were like knives. You shook your head at him quickly. “JJ no! Of course not. I love you. I haven’t been seeing him— I haven’t!”

“Yet your marrying him!” JJ shouted. “I gotta say , Y/N. You really got me good. I thought. . .” the crack in his voice only made you cry harder. “I thought you were different.”

“I didn’t have a say! I didn’t have a choice!” Your own voice scared you. It was loud , raw. Your eyes chased his pacing body around the beach desperately. “I tried talking my father out of it. He’s had this arrangement in the books for years and I didn’t know until before I met you. Before everything changed for me. I—”

“Then why? Why did you keep coming around? Why did you keep seeing me if you knew. . .” JJ felt like a pussy. He was so angry. So mad at the world and the circumstances. His friends told him not to go and fall in love with you. They told him to leave you alone. But he was too hard headed and infatuated to listen. You had made him feel things he never even considered feeling before— he loved you without even knowing what love was.

“I tried JJ.” You reasoned. “I tried staying away but I just couldn’t. I—” you shook your head as you tried to find anything you could to make it better but you knew there was nothing. “I love you so much.” You told him breathlessly. “And I hate that I wasn’t honest with you but I just thought I could change it. That it wasn’t real.”

JJ couldn’t stand anymore. He feel to his knees , dropping onto to the sand as he felt that organ in his chest slowly come to a stop. Everything was happening so fast. He had just got you and before he knew it , you were leaving. JJ didn’t know if he could recover from this. He fell for you too hard , too fast. “I can’t watch you marry him. I just can’t. Not when. . .” he sighed deeply and looked up at you. Eyes glazed and sad. “Not when I’m the one you should be with.”

You kneeled down in front of him. Sniffling a bit as you tried calming down. You reached out to touch his face softly and JJ let out another cry , absentmindedly leaning into the palm of your hand. “I am so sorry , JJ. I’m just so sorry.”

JJ was quiet for a minute. His eyes were screwed shut hoping that when he opened them again , everything would just be a bad dream. Though it wasn’t. And he was met with your sad eyes looking back at him with regret.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Bullshit.” JJ scoffed. “There’s always a choice.”

You shook your head at him gently. Bursting with everything but what you wanted. Happiness. JJ gave you all of that and yet , you weren’t allowed it. It wasn’t fair. Nothing in this life had seemed fair. “I tried. I begged and begged him not to make me do this but he won’t listen to me. He only cares about money.”

“We could runaway.” JJ said suddenly.

The thought was immediate. Everything swirling in his mind as to how to make it happen. It wasn’t ideal but it was a solution. The only solution.

“JJ—”

“I’ve got some money saved up. We could take the boat and leave. Just you and me.”

“You love it here.” You told him softly. “Your friends are. . . your life.”

“I won’t love it anymore without you.” JJ argued. “Even if you did marry him , I’d leave. I couldn’t stand the thought of it. I can’t—” JJ shook his head and swallowed harshly. He brought a hand up behind your neck and brought your face closer to his. His forehead rested against yours as his eyes fluttered closed. “Please just. . . leave. Leave with me.”

You weren’t sure how this would go. There were so many uncertainties. So many people would be hurt. You’d be leaving behind the only life you ever knew for a boy you had met on the beach. But picturing life with Rafe Cameron wasn’t the way you wanted to spend the rest of your days on this island. Just the thought made you feel sick.

So before you could think it , your mouth opened and your heart spoke before your head got the chance to argue.

“Okay. I’ll go with you.”

part two?

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 15

He's not (just) your boyfriend.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, smut, slightly Dom!Jungkook vibes, an IUD mention, slow fast slow sex, he left the window open oops, he cums on her tits, those piercings really got him devastated

Length: 1.1k Words

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“I still can’t believe you took them out.” He complains while kissing down your neck, hand warm on your skin. “Can’t believe I made you change them.” He huffs, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Kook it’s just piercings.” You try and pacify him, but he’s clearly not having any of it. “It’s cute that you still wear yours, though.” You admit to him, and he beams at that, proudly leaning back as if to show them off.

“Of course.” Your boyfriend responds. “After all we got them together for a reason.” He tells you, as if it should be obvious. You remember how you randomly brought up the topic over some fancy cake you both had gotten at the café- and how his brows had raised across from you, as he’d suggested getting them together then, if you were scared of going alone to the appointment.

You thought he’d been joking. But that day, you learned the important lesson of always expecting Jungkook to mean what he says, no matter how ridiculous it might sound like.

“What’s your fixation on my tits today?” You laugh as he keeps kissing and touching them, and he whines at that, looking at you with a face full of frustration.

“I haven’t seen them in forever!” He argues. “Feels like I have to introduce myself to them again, they probably forgot me already.!” Jungkook complains, and you can’t help but throw your head back into the pillows laughing.

“Jungkook they’re boobs!” You giggle, but he just raises his brows.

“Wrong, they’re your boobs, and I love everything about you.” He corrects you, before you tuck some of his hair behind his pierced ear.

“Well, can’t argue with that.” You shrug with a smile on your lips. “Wanna fuck them?” You wonder, and his eyes sparkle.

“Can I?” He asks in disbelief, and you nod, moving to sit up- but he pushes your shoulder back down into the bed. “No, I wanna fuck you first. Can I cum on them instead?” He wonders, and you nod.

“Just aim. You know I don’t like it when you get it on my face.” You pout, making him nod.

“I’ll keep it in mind.” he tells you, before he moves to push himself in- though he stops, freezes after not much more than the head of his length has been making its way inside you. “You still have your IDU right?” He asks you in shock, and you roll your eyes.

“First of all it’s IUD you nerd-” You whine, “-second of all that fight was not worth taking that thing out.” You explain to him, and he sighs, before he basically shoves himself into you, causing you to curse. “Fuck-” your legs wrap around his waist, his body built too perfect for them not to settle there, while your hands cling to his shoulders.

“Not much to say now huh?” He chuckles, keeping his pace slow but deep, bedframe protesting in quiet sounds as he rocks your body back and forth beneath him.

“Fuck you-” You laugh out of breath, and he can’t help but grin as well as he leans down to kiss your neck.

“Too bad, right now I’m busy fucking you.” He jokes, before he speeds up, wet sounds echoing off the walls of the bedroom you’re in, but only partially so- since the balcony window is still wide open, sounds of seagulls in the background creating an almost serene feeling for him.

This is exactly what he’d pictured. An expensive house, good food, extraordinary view, and your body connected to his in the most intimate of ways.

Your words are no longer making sense as he slows down, moves to kiss you instead, all open mouthed as if his goal is to devour your soul with every breath shared. His hands move to grab at the flesh of your thighs, one of his palms unable to be controlled as it smacks down harshly, earning a whimper from you as you clench around his cock pressed inside you. He’s no longer talking either, mind completely taken over by his own lust as he begins the chase again, hips snapping into you almost frantically as his end crawls near.

He doesn’t want it to be over yet- but then again, he also has more than half a week left to make up for all the intimacy you both didn’t manage to involve yourselves in like you normally do. And he’s already got ideas how to get himself back on top of the leaderboard of his app.

It used to be just for the two of you. But a few months ago, he uploaded and published it instead- making good money with it now, adding some even while you’re both clearly not thinking about it.

Your name falls slurred from your lips, and he knows you’re definitely close. Years of being together has given him the opportunity to learn about your body inside and out, your boyfriend now almost an expert at every little quirk you have. From what foods you like to the approximate dates your period might start-

He's got it all written down inside his head.

Because that’s also a way he loves you- it's not just mind-blowing sex like right now, where he makes your head empty out to replace all your thoughts with nothing but softness and the thought of him, it’s also the things he does for you, the way he cares about you. He’s much more than just your partner, someone you love, and he himself doesn’t even consider himself just your boyfriend.

He’s your soulmate. One and only. And he’ll make that very clear in the next few days to come.

But what has to come first is you- as he leans back to move his hand between your bodies, thumb pressing and circling over your clit to have you call out his name high pitched as your back arches, hands gripping the sheets as he continues to thrust into you for a good moment, before he pulls himself out with much struggle, own hand not having much issue to have him shoot his release onto your body-

Aimed well, just like you said he should, as the thick white ropes of his cum find their way onto your chest, groan escaping him as he makes sure to draw his orgasm out just as much as you clearly do yours, own hands between your legs chasing after any remnants of pleasure before you’re both left to catch your breaths.

It’s quiet for a moment, except some sounds outside, when your eyes suddenly open, face turning towards the opened balcony door.

“Wait, that was open the entire time?!” You ask dramatically- but all Jungkook really has for a reaction is the way he leans down to kiss your cheek.

“Yep.” He chirps, all soft in the head from the high he’s still coming down from. “And I sure hope they heard the way you yelled my name just now.”

[reigningqueenofwords]

Merry Christmas

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 2,061 Warnings: Slight angst

Read on AO3

“Screw you, Dean!” You yelled over your shoulder as you stormed through the bunker. You had a bag in hand, stuffed with your clothes. A smaller back was on top of it with your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a few other miscellaneous things. “Stupid Winchester.” You grumbled as you heard him following you. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at the commotion, getting up to go see what was going on. “Y/N?” He asked. “What’s up? You okay?” You were a close friend, and he didn’t want you upset. 

You stopped and let your head hang back for a moment before looking at him. “You’re brother is an ass, that’s all.” You said, sounding a bit bored, like it was old news. “So, I’m leaving.” You shrugged. 

“Come on, babe.” Dean half whined as he came in. “Can we just we just talk about this?” He asked, giving you the puppy dog eyes that you were sure Sam learned from him. 

“Do I want to know?” Sam asked, a bit unsure about what the pair of you were fighting about. 

Sighing, you thought before speaking. “We’d been fighting over whether or not we were going to celebrate Christmas. I wanted to. We’ve been together for four years, and I wanted something simple. Nothing like a full on Christmas in the movies or anything. He wouldn’t budge. Nothing I said made him change his mind.” You explained, making Sam nod that he understood. You both knew that Dean was stubborn as all hell. “So, I woke up before him this morning, and I tried waking him up. I was rubbing his back. You wanna know what he said?” 

He made a face. “I’m not sure.” 

“Merry Christmas, Lisa.” You shot Dean a look. “Fucking Lisa. Won’t celebrate Christmas with me, but dreams about it with her.” You spat. “Out of all the things he could have said.” 

Sam’s eyebrows shot up at that. He hadn’t heard that name in ages. “What the hell, Dean?!” He asked, crossing his arms, angry for you. Sure, they hadn’t really done Christmas since the whole pagan Gods thing, but he would have agreed for you. How hard was it to just have a little holiday joy for someone you cared about? Especially in the life that they led.

Dean sagged. “I said I’m sorry.” He said softly, swallowing. 

“I’ll be in touch, Sam.” You sighed. “I’m not saying I’m going forever, but I can’t sleep next to him right now.” Which hurt, a lot. Rarely did the pair of you sleep apart. “I’ll text you to let you know I’m safe, okay?” You added, knowing that would be the next question out of his mouth. 

He gave you a sad smile and a quick hug. “I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He said softly. 

You glanced at Dean, hurt in your eyes. “See you, Dean. I do love you. Even if you are an ass.” You told him, your anger softening to more hurt than anything. Would you never live up to her? 

Dean’s heart ached at the look in your eyes, knowing that he was the cause. “Come home soon?” He asked, his voice full of emotion. “Please?” He added, wanting to rush over and pull you into his arms. 

Nodding, you licked your lips. “I just need time to think.” You said honestly before heading towards the door. You willed your tears to not fall. Not yet. Not while you were still so close to the man you loved. He was your home, and he was who you ran to when you hurt. Having him be the reason your stomach churned and you felt like crying was one of the hardest things you’d dealt with.

As soon as you were out the door, Sam crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Dean. “Really? Lisa?” He asked. “Out of anyone? She knows that’s the closest you’ve ever come to an apple pie life, and she can’t even get a tiny Christmas with you?!” He was pissed. 

Dean sighed. “I know. I know.” He groaned. “I don’t even know how to start fixing this. I don’t want to lose her because I’m an idiot who, for some reason, dreamt of Lisa. I don’t even remember the dream!” He tried to defend himself. “One minute I’m asleep, the next I’m being hit with a pillow.” 

“I don’t blame her.” He shook his head. “Does some part of you miss Lisa and Ben? Do you miss being out of the life?” Sam asked, trying to work through what was going on in his brother’s mind. “Do you want that back?” His voice was softer, like he was afraid to speak it into existence. 

“No.” He said easily. “I don’t. I haven’t even thought about them until she mentioned her name.” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I know that life isn’t in the cards for us, so why would I want it? It wouldn’t last.” They both knew that was true. They’d both had first hand experience with that. “I don’t know why I had a dream of telling Lisa that. I have no idea why she would be in my dream to begin with. Now, can we not focus on that and focus on getting Y/N home?!” He pleaded. “Seriously, if I were to ask for anything for Christmas, it would be that.” 

“Which is funny because you not wanting Christmas with her is a big reason we’re in this mess.” Sam muttered as he passed Dean. “I’ll wait to hear from her before I try to think of anything.” 

Dean let out a sigh as he was left alone. “Shit.” 

It was a few days before you told Sam you were settled in for the holidays. Christmas was two days away, and you just wanted to spend the day relaxing. You’d found a little rustic cabin, and enjoyed how it was covered in snow. On the way through town, you’d stopped to get enough food for the next few days, a book, and some wrapping paper. 

Even if they were late getting them, you still wanted to give the boys their gifts.And they would look as perfect as you could get them. You’d gotten Dean a personalized knife, a cool science kit where he could build his own radio, a cookbook, the Lord of the Rings trilogy on Blu-Ray, and a new bag for his weapons. For Sam, you’d gotten him a new laptop bag, a few books you had seen him eyeing, a new jacket, and a pair of nice headphones. You had literally shopped all year for this. Sometimes you’d order things online, sometimes you’d grab things after a hunt. Either way, you got what you needed. 

Thankfully, wrapping presents gave you a much needed distraction. You’d been pushing everything down since that morning. It was going to catch up to you, and you knew it. Once you’d finished wrapping, you set them all on the table in front of the window. Snapping a picture, you sent it to both of them. Merry Christmas. You sighed, watching the snow fall outside. Slowly, your walls came down, too. Sniffing, you wiped your nose. 

Everything hit you at once. You were feeling insecure for the first time in your entire relationship. Sitting on the floor, your back was against the side of the bed as you cried. You’d be spending the ‘happiest’ time of the year alone, and ringing in the New Year alone for the first time in years.

Dean quickly looked at his phone, hoping you were saying you were on your way home. However, he saw it was a stack of presents and sighed. Even with everything, you’d gone to all that trouble. There was no tell tale signs of where you were. All he knew was that you were somewhere cold. Getting up, he shuffled through the halls to find Sam. “Hey, Sammy?” He asked, leaning his head into his room. 

“You get the same picture?” He asked, glancing at him. 

“Yeah, I did.” He sighed. “Anyway you can track her phone? I want to drive out and surprise her. Get her some stuff along the way, got some stuff in mind, actually.” He admitted. “Please, Sammy?” 

Sam looked unsure. “She made it clear she wants to be alone, Dean.” He pointed out. “What if we get there and she tells us to get the hell out?” It wasn’t like he was saying ‘no’ outright, but he wanted to be sure that Dean thought this through. 

“Okay, I’m sure she wouldn’t tell you to get the hell out.” Dean started. “Just me.” He shrugged, leaning on the doorframe. “And, if she does, then I guess I’d find a nearby motel.” What else could he have done? “I have to at least try.” He added softly. 

“Fine.” He sighed, caving. “You do realize that tomorrow is Christmas Eve, right? And that stores are going to be hell?” He got out of bed. 

He nodded. “She’s worth it. Oh, and find out if the animal shelter is open!” He beamed, glad that Sam agreed. He was honestly hoping having Sam go with him would up his chances of you letting him stay. 

It took a moment for Sam to realize what his brother had said, making him follow him out into the hall. “Animal shelter?!” He furrowed his brows. “What the hell are you getting her?!” He called out, not getting an answer. Now he was very curious.

Your hair was up in a messy bun as you relaxed with the book you had grabbed. You had your feet on the coffee table (that had seen better days), and a cup of cocoa on the end table next to you. You furrowed your brows and looked towards the window when you could have sworn you heard Baby. It seemed to fade after a moment, so you shook your head and went back to the book. Not even two minutes later, however, it was louder. “What the hell?” You muttered, putting in a piece of paper as a bookmark and getting up. Your eyebrows went up when you saw the Impala parking in front of the cabin. Moving to the door, you shivered as you opened it. The snow was coming down harder now, making the boys a tad hard to see as they got out of the beautiful black car. 

They both rushed towards the door, arms full. You stepped aside to let them in. Hearing a small bark, you stared at Dean. He gave you a bashful smile as he set some things down and uncovered the small dog in his other arm. “Merry Christmas.” He said lovingly. “You’ve been wanting a dog. So, I got you a dog.” His heart soared as you took the puppy and instantly melted. “His name is Bailey. That’s the name the shelter gave him.” He reached out to scratch behind his ear. 

“You let a dog in Baby?” You asked, giggling as Bailey licked your cheek. “Just because I wanted one? You always said no ‘dirty’ dogs in Baby, and that you didn’t want a ‘damn dog’.” You teased. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I was hoping this shows how sorry I am.” He shrugged. “I mean, Sammy’s been wanting a dog for years and I’ve never caved for him.” He chuckled. 

Sam shook his head. “I won’t argue. He’s cute.” He motioned to Bailey. “He’s a French Bulldog, and they said they don’t bark excessively.” He watched as you set him down. Instantly he was sniffing around, his entire backside moving as his very small tail ‘wagged’. “We got other presents for you, too.” He motioned to what Dean had set on the bed. 

“I didn’t need anything, guys. I just wanted a nice Christmas with you two.” You pulled them both into a hug. “Please tell me you brought food. I only bought enough for myself.” You laughed. 

“Of course.” Dean nodded, kissing your cheek. “Now, let’s exchange presents!” He beamed, honestly a bit more excited about the entire thing now. 

“Let’s.” You nodded. “I’ve been buying all year for you two.” You admitted with a light blush. “So, I’m hoping you guys like everything.” 

Dean grinned. “I know we will, babe.” 

[middlechild404]

Taking care of sick Jack

Summary: You come home to find a sick jack laying on your couch and you can't help yourself from trying to take care of him.

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I walked in through the front door expecting to be alone in my apartment, but instead, was met by a wide figure that was sprawled on my couch. I was treading lightly, because he didn't seem to move when I closed the door, meaning he was sound asleep.

I didn't expect to find him here because it had been a while since we'd seen each other last. Technically, we lived together in my apartment but he still stayed at his apartment most days because it was closer to the studio.

Having him in my space was still a bit unfamiliar, due to the short amount of time he has had the keys. Aside from the unfamiliarity, I still felt the fuzzy feeling at the pit of my stomach whenever he was here.

My hands went unconsciously toward his hair as I was towering over him. I could feel the heat radiating off from his body as my palm touched his forehead.

"Jack.." I whispered, trying to wake him up.

He only moaned and turned to his side, not giving me an answer. I started rubbing his back, continuing my attempt to wake him up. At last, he slightly opened one of his eyes to look at me.

“You're burning up” I stated. “How are you babe?” I questioned worriedly.

“I don't know, I don't feel so good.” He said, trying to get up.

I quickly pushed his shoulders down, insisting that he needed to rest. He didn't fight against it as his eyes closed once his head touched one of the pillows that was on the couch. I swiftly went to the main bedroom and brought a comforter to cover him with.

I've never been a great caregiver due to my many failed prior relationships and my mom continuously preaching “the world is female” throughout my upbringing. My mother didn't take my dad leaving us lightly, therefore she had sworn that she would never prioritize a man's needs over her own. That's something she's been trying to drill in my head ever since I was a kid, attempting to teach me about being independent.

Independent, was a word I'd easily use to describe myself. Although, being independent doesn't mean not helping the people you love, which is something my mother would never let into her thick head.

I had this heart wrenching feeling of worry. All I wanted was for Jack to feel better. Therefore I summoned my non-existent talent of cooking and followed a recipe of tomato soup i'd saved on instagram. While the soup was boiling on the stove, I put some garlic bread in the oven.

When everything was ready and I had poured the soup in a bowl I made my way to the living room, setting everything on the table in front of the sofa.

“Babe.. Wake up. I've made you some soup.” I said as my fingers were playing with his curls.

As he was eating away at the food that I'd made, I walked up to find some ibuprofen to bring down his fever and prepare a concoction with tea, ginger and honey that I found on google.

When coming with everything, he had managed to lick the plate clean. He was now leaning back against the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. I interrupted his thoughts when I placed everything on the table. He gave me a gracious smile as he downed the pill and water.

I encouraged him to lie down on the sofa again as I took the remote and put on his favorite show “Succession”. He grabbed the tea and gave me a scrunched look as he took a sip.

“What is this? poison?” he asked with a look of disgust.

“Haha yes, but the good kind.” I winked as he laughed at my remark.

I motioned for him to lift his head so I could sit down on the couch. His head was now in my lap as I kept going through his hair with my fingers, with succession on the TV. All I could think about was that I could do this forever. I couldn't help myself from smiling and looking down at his face. He eventually noticed me staring, which made him look up at me with a tired grin.

“Thank you for taking care of me, there is no other place I'd rather be right now than in your arms. I love you babe.” He said lovingly.

“I love you too.” I answered while my cheeks were hurting due to the grin my face made at his words.

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I know that it's been a while lovies, hope you like this one! I have had a few hectic months but I'm back now so stay tuned for more content❤️❤️

Taglist: @jackharloww , @j-worlds-blog @itsyagirljaz , @harlowcomehome , @neon-lights-and-glitter

[chaosgremlinmunson]

Forever with you

For @steddie-week July7: Free space

I chose to write Steddie getting engaged, featuring Stobin and the meddling platonic soulmate.

If anyone had told Steve when he was younger that he would meet a group of people who loved him so fiercely the world itself shook from their ire should he be harmed, he'd have laughed at them. Steve Harrington had been a douche-bag jock, a prima-donna self centered jerk, an air headed pretty boy. He was good for a hook-up, a kiss, maybe even a few dates, but young Steve was not someone you thought of when you thought about sensitive, caring, kind people who would drop the world just to make sure you were okay and had anything you needed. Yet here he was at 20 years old, the apocalypse finally over and he was surrounded by so much love and devotion from the ragtag group who'd long ago become his found family.

Steve smiled to himself sipping from his champagne flute as the platonic love of his life held firmly to the girl she chose to marry, their first dance as a wedded couple and you could see for them the rest of the world had melted away. Steve looked across the room where Eddie sat with Dustin, they laughed together over something Eddie had said.

Steve found himself smiling dopily as he watched them interact, his brother and the love of his life getting on like a house on fire as they always did. Steve remembered the sleepless nights beside Eddie's hospital bed as he prayed to God he wasn't sure existed for him to please make it, please wake up. He remembered the first time Eddie’s fingers curled around his hand while he was still lost in his own mind, deep in that coma he was fighting to escape. He remembered the tears falling when those huge brown eyes opened, and he'd rasped a “hey, big boy” at Steve who couldn't stop the joyous laugh at finally seeing Eddie awake.

He remembered the first months of grueling therapy, Eddie relearning to walk again, his body betraying him but he kept on. How Eddie insisted he was going to walk to Steve one day without the need to hold onto rails. Eddie did it, yes he needed a can now, but he was walking. He remembered the first night he made them dinner together as more than friends, how he melted into the hesitant and shy kiss Eddie gave him as he knelt down to adjust Eddie's pillows.

Steve remembered every moment they had together, and now here he was, twenty years old and ready to spend the rest of his life making this man smile. Robin came up beside Steve to sit at the sweetheart table after dance, her eyes following his line of sight.

“Just think, Dingus, this time next year we could be celebrating your wedding.” She murmured.

“I have to ask him first, Bobbin. And I can't do that tonight, I refuse to take away from your special day.” He grinned back.

“Oh pshh, listen, I have an idea.” She leaned in whispering in his ear and his grin grew wider still before she showed him across the room. Standing she clinked her champagne flute with a fork calling attention from the crowd, “Hi everyone, i just wanted to thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate with us. Ronnie and I are so glad to have each and everyone of you by our side on our special day. The only thing that could make today any better and brighter was if my best friend, my brother from a different mother, and absolute favorite human on this earth was getting married today too. But, since he insisted he didn't want to take away from my day, I had to give him a kick in his ass, Eddie dearest, my Dingus has a super special question to ask you.”

Eddie gaped at Robin and then looked up at Steve who dropped to one knee before Eddie.

“You're better with words than I can ever be, but I love you so much, and nothing in this world would make me happier than if you would do me the honor of being my husband.” Steve said smiling up at Eddie, his own eyes shining with love and devotion.

“As if I'd say anything except for yes to any future with you Stevie.” Eddie pulled Steve in by the hand kissing him, “yes! I'll marry you!” Steve slipped a solid black and silver band on Eddie's finger. The engraving on the ring was the same as that from Lord of the Rings, and Eddie giggled looking back up to Steve's face.

“A toast!” Called Robin, “to the happiness and fortuitous future of my platonic soulmate and the man he loves!”

“Hear! Hear!” Yelled the rest of the room as Steve and Eddie held each other in a warm embrace.

[debonairprincesposts]

Your answer to my Charlie angst was amazing, I wasn't sure which way I wanted it to go but I loved what you did. Any chance for part two? See if we can forgive her 😅

THE LONG AWAITED PART 2 OF "Forgotten" HAS ARRIVED!!!!! MUCH APPRECIATION FOR THE PATIENCE Y'ALL !!!

ANYWAY!!!!

HERE WE ARE!!!

(I took some inspiration from some of y'alls ideas in my asks. Thank you for that.)

Forgotten II

It felt oddly quiet when Charlie arrived back at the hotel. Like there was something missing.

"Is something the matter, Charlie?" Vaggie asked, noticing Charlie's expression.

"I don't know, something feels off," Charlie replied. There was something that was supposed to happen today. But she couldn't put her finger on it.

While she was deep in thought, she flinched when her phone started to ring.

Why was her Dad calling?

As she picked up the phone, she heard her Dad's eager voice, "Sooooo? How was your anniversary dinner? Did you like it? I mean- of course you did. I helped organize it, after all."

"Anniversary dinner?" What anniversary dinner. She only had went out with Vaggie, and she didn't-...

Oh.

OH!!

OH SHIT!!!

TODAY WAS HER AND (Name)'s ANNIVERSARY!!! SHE HAD COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN!!!

"Why do you sound so confused? Weren't you out with (Name) just now?"

"No?! I was out with Vaggie all afternoon! I didn't know that today was our anniversary!" Charlie exclaimed, panic clear in her voice.

"Charlie....," That's the most disappointed Lucifer has ever sounded to Charlie. "Where is (Name)? You need to go find them and apologize immediately. They've been planning this for months! You have to make it up to them somehow."

Lucifer had a point. Charlie needed to find (Name) and apologize at all costs!

"I will, Dad. Don't worry," Charlie said as she hung up the phone.

Immediately running up the stairs towards their shared room, calling out (Name)'s name.

As she looked around the room, she spots a letter among a few other things on her bed. Picking up the letter, she read its contents.

Gasp

(Name) left? Forever?! How can this be?

Charlie immediately called her father again, and started to tell him everything.

Lucifer was conflicted. He loved his daughter. Of course he would, he’s her father. But she can do really stupid things at times. He wants to comfort her even though she’s in the wrong. (Name) has come to him with their issues of how Charlie was being neglectful, and inattentive. He advised (Name) to talk to Charlie about it. But it seems to have been a fruitless endeavor. Charlie persisted with her less than stellar behavior, and it seems to have been their relationship’s undoing. He doesn’t blame (Name) for leaving. They confided in him with such thoughts. If (Name) was going to leave then he wasn’t going to stop them. He just hopes that they keep in contact with him. He really liked them. They were like a bff he never had. Truly an unfortunate thing to have happened.

Meanwhile~~~~~

(Name) decided that staying in the Pride Ring where Charlie lived was too much. So, (Name) had decided to go see some old friends in the Lust Ring, and see if they would let them work at their company. Namely, Asmodeus and Fizz. They know the reason why (Name) decided to come back. (Name) already sent them a message previously to let them know of their arrival and their reasons to leaving the Pride Ring.

Asmodeus obviously didn't mind, "Of course, bestie! What are friends for?! Been a while since we've seen each other anyway. Isn't that right, Froggy?"

"Totally! Ooooooh we can have sleep overs like we used to! Oh! And pillow fights! I missed those!"

(Name) chuckled. They really missed those guys.

Fast forward a few days, (Name) gets a visitor at their office.

Knock knock

"Come in!"

The unknown visitor steps through the door to reveal themselves.

"Charlie." (Name) says, tone cold. "What do you want?"

Charlie flinched at (Name)'s tone of voice.

"I'm here to apologize. For the way that I treated you. I know I had forgotten and unintentionally ignored you sometimes, but it wasn't my intention! I swear! I'll do anything you say! Just, come back with me?" Charlie exclaimed, with tears running down her face, "please?"

(Name) looked at Charlie with indifference. (Name) is already comfortable with their new life here. They weren’t going to leave that for anyone else ever again.

"Is that all? If it is, then please leave my office. I have much work to get done."

(Name)'s response broke Charlie's heart.

"I see." Charlie whispered is despair. She was too late. As she turned to leave, she looked back one last time, "For what it's worth, I'm really sorry."

"I know," (Name) said, already viewing their documents that they needed to finish.

Charlie, seeing as (Name) was busy, closed the door as she left.

Seems she wasn't able to convince (Name) to go back with her. Even through all the trouble she put her father through to help her find (Name). It was all in vain in the end it seems.

At least (Name) seems happy here.

——

Even though (Name) left, them and Lucifer still send each other memes and silly pics ((Name) memorized his number). No break up with Charlie is ever gonna stop (Name)’s friendship with their friendly neighborhood King of Hell.

Thanks y’all for waiting for this part 2! Was racking my brain to try to complete it. I’d like to thank some of you in my asks, I used some of y’all’s ideas and managed to incorporate some of it in this story, and came to my rescue.

(Please nobody ask for part 3. Idk what I’m supposed to do after this.)

Ne ways!

Lots of love to everyone out there!

Till next time babes!

And as always, stay healthy and keep hydrated!!

-DebonairPrince ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

[cringe--is--dead]

formally asking for part two of misguided hearts, please!! it was an amazing read!! I'm so excited to see what will happen next :) your writing is absolutely phenomenal ❤️

A/N: We are gonna pretend it hasn't been for forever since I've not only posted on here, but done anything with DBZ. Anyways! Here we are!

The Blind (No Longer) Leading the Blind (Part Two)

Misguided Hearts (Part One)

"I still think you should let Gohan and I spar."

Trunks was on the same topic, pouting, though he'd argue he wasn't, as you fussed over your hair and your makeup, finally settling on an outfit with your mom's help. You sighed, turning to where he was seated on your bed.

"And I told you-- no fighting my friends."

"He made you upset though," He was looking at you as if you were the one who made no sense in this situation.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head fondly at him, "Gohan didn't upset me."

Though he didn't believe you, "I could stop being friends with Goten?"

You moved to sit across from him, watching as he held one of your pillows to his chest, glaring at your comforter.

"Trunks I appreciate you being ready to fight on behalf of me, but you don't need to. And you especially don't need to drop your best friend for me." You ruffled his hair, and laughed at the offended noise he made, trying to bat you away.

"Whatever. If you come home crying I'm gonna tell dad."

You narrowed your eyes at him, all affection leaving, "You wouldn't."

You hadn't even told your dad you were going on a double date. The man would more than likely have a conniption. The first time a guy showed interest in you he declared no mortal good enough for his daughter and declared anyone after your heart and your hand needed to beat him in a match. You had been thirteen. It was embarrassing. Yet part of you had reveled in his protectiveness of you.

"I would."

You heard your mom shouting your name downstairs, and the jitters that had mellowed out hit you full force. You stood, motioning for Trunks to do the same.

"No hanging out in my room when I'm not here, brat."

He stuck his tongue out at you, "I don't wanna be in your dumb room anyways."

He dodged the smack you sent towards his arm and left you alone. Taking a deep breath, you forced a light expression on your face. Delaying the inevitable wouldn't do you any good.

"You at least look lovely honey," Your mom comforted you, and you smiled at her.

"Thanks, mom."

You made your way to the door, grabbing a thin jacket in case it got nippy, and opened the door, unprepared to see Gohan, Videl, and Erasa at your front door.

You blinked for a moment, staring at the three of them-- Erasa was your date for the double date?

Interesting.

"Sorry," Gohan rushed to apologize, "Erasa insisted we all went together."

The blonde beamed at you from where she stood, and though you were dreading this interaction, you could never dread hanging out with Erasa, and her happiness was always contagious.

"It's alright," You smiled back, shutting the door behind you, "Let's just hurry before dad finishes with his morning training."

Gohan shuddered at that, and the four of you moved to head off. Erasa was practically bouncing as she walked, far more excited than she had been earlier this week. Videl was with her, moving every so often to keep her from drifting into the street or getting distracted by something near by. You couldn't help but smile at the pair, Videl was always so soft with her friends.

"So," Sucks that it meant Gohan had to be stuck walking with you instead of his date, but hey, you'd soak up the time, "My mom says hi. And that you need to come over for dinner soon."

"Well, I'll never pass up an opportunity for Chi-Chi's cooking," He smiled at that, a bright look on his face as you continued, "We still have that project due soon so I could come over some time this week?"

"Yeah! That'd be great. Sorry in advance for how mom will be." He paused, "And dad, come to think of it."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "I've known your parents since I was a kid, Gohan. I know how they'll be."

"Yeah, but this will be different. Well not really, for us I suppose. But for them. Mainly mom." He sighed, as if already exhausted by the dinner that hadn't even happened yet, "And dad's just excited that that gives him more excuses to hang out with Vegeta."

"That it-- what?"

He laughed as if your confusion was not only expected but entertaining to him, "I know. I told him that just because we're seeing each other it doesn't mean he gets to go over and bug your dad every day. Not to mention I think it'll just be another reason for Vegeta to not like him. Or me."

Your mind was reeling, and you felt yourself slowing down your walk, trying to process and make sense of what he was talking about. Gohan seemed almost too lost in his mind to notice at first.

"I wonder if there's some Saiyan tradition he's going to make me partake in. Or-- hey, what's up?"

He turned, and you realized you had gone from slowing down to not walking entirely.

"Gohan-- what are you talking about?"

It was his turn to look confused. "Well I mean, dad doesn't know a whole lot about Saiyan traditions so he never really did anything special with mom. I figured Vegeta would probably remember more so if there was one he'd force me to do it. It probably has something to do with sparring, knowing him."

"Why would-- why would you need to know about Saiyan traditions regarding-- what does my dad have to do with this?"

By now both Videl and Erasa had turned to look at you two, confused as to why their trip was pausing. Gohan looked from you, to the pair of them. The cafe was within sight, so he told the pair to go ahead, and you two would catch up in a moment.

Head tilted, he looked at you curiously, "Because if I'm taking you out then he's either going to have my head or make me partake in some... Saiyan courting ritual I know nothing about." He grinned slightly, joking as he said, "I'd like to get a head start on it so I don't lose against him."

"Why would you need to fight my dad in a Saiyan courting ritual to date Videl?"

You were met with silence as Gohan stared at you, mouth parted slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Before you could respond he stepped closer to you, "I'm-- I'm not interested in Videl? I asked you on this date?"

"No you didn't!"

"I did!" The pair of you seemed to be growing almost frustrated with each other.

"When?"

"When we were working on the project in your room-- I told you about the double date and you said you wanted to come!"

"Yeah, you said you and Videl wanted me to come on a double date. Meaning you and Videl were one couple, and I was--"

"Oh my God," He muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes under his glasses before pausing, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen on him, "I messed this up."

He stepped forward, gently taking one of your hands into his, and you found yourself unsure of what to do or say.

"I... was asking you out. I wanted to come here with you. Videl had managed to get herself to ask Erasa out, but was too nervous for a one-on-one first date. So the agreement was I had to man up and ask you out."

"You... didn't do that well."

He laughed quietly, "I'm realizing this now." He paused, "Does this mean that... your answers changes now that you--"

"No!" Your voice was louder than you intended it to be, "No, no I... God, Gohan I was practically heart broken that I thought you were into Videl. I love her, don't get me wrong but I've had the biggest crush on you since we were kids."

His grin grew, becoming soft and almost dopey looking, "That's funny. I've had a crush on you since we were kids, too."

You could have face palmed then and there, could have cried or screamed with the amount of emotions you were feeling. Apparently, despite taking after your genius of a mother, you were an idiot.

"Oh," You blinked, "That's why Trunks was mad at you."

"What?"

"I was..." Moping. "Upset cause I thought you liked Videl. He heard me complaining to mom and wanted to fight you."

"Oh," He looked contemplative, "That... checks out. I'm just glad he hadn't told your dad yet."

You giggled, "He said if I came home crying he would."

"Well," He took your hand in his more securely, tugging you gently towards the entrance of the cafe, "I suppose I just have to make this an excellent first date."

[amarmoria]

Sempiternal 11

⊹ ⭑.ᐟ Yao x Reader ⊹ ࣪˖ᝰ.ᐟ

Synopsis: 10 days in some spa center with your family wouldn't be too bad right...?

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"I absolutely love how we have separate rooms with mom and dad" Zoe says, launching herself on the bed, you sit on the noiseless mattress as it bounces you, it's big, and clean, and bouncy, and tall, it's like a hotel room, 5-star hotel room. You let yourself fall on the cold and newly ironed bedsheets, even then it smelled like strawberries, or lemon, maybe both, you couldn't point your finger at it, but it makes you wanna shut down for the rest of the day.

"Yeah, I hope they don't keep fighting.." you whisper the last few words as Zoe pauses from her bed, slowly turning her head to you.

"Don't worry about it. They planned the retreat so might as well make it bearable for us"

"I guess.."

She frowns as she sits up, her legs crossing. "You worry wart"

"Hey! I'm not a worry wary!"

"Uh huh"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah HUH"

"Zoe!" You playfully threw a pillow at her, though it only hit the wall..

"Then stop worrying about nothing."

"I'm not worrying about nothing Zo.."

"Uhh, yes you are"

"Fuck you," you grumble, then it was your turn to sit up. "Since when then huh?"

"Since forever?!"

"Since never! I've never been a worry wart, it's called being curious, helloo?"

"Nyeh nyeh nyeh"

"Zoe!"

"Zoe!"

"I hate you" you laugh, continuously throwing pillows to her side and as did she. "You love me"

"Uhh eww!?"

She gasps, holding her chest like some grandma who heard you curse. "Oh you don't get to call me ew!"

You squeal as she hops from her bed to yours, the both of you bouncing very high as she attacks you at your sides, you screech and try to pry her hands off, you've never escaped her tickle wrestle once, especially when the twins gang up on you.

Oh.

She frowns as you abruptly stop laughing, she tries tickling your sides again, but you give her a tight lipped smile and sit up. It was only now that you'd noticed the ruined pillows, their feathers scattered across everywhere, you might've even found one near the bathroom floor, but you didn't care to stay in that subject any longer.

You stare far away at the window, it was open, a pretty blue sky would've made you think this was heaven, but that's where you brother is, not you, your here, reminded everyday of the things you three used to do.

That night, you didn't want to give him the leftovers from dinner, so you sneaked to the kitchen to hide them, but he was already there finishing every last thing in the fridge, including your newly bought chipotle bowl, so naturally, you got mad st him, smacked him, and called him a bad brother, you wonder if it was you, what if you just let him finish your food, would he even be here.

You look over your shoulder to Zoe, who was worriedly looking over to you. "I'm sorry.."

She doesn't say anything, only getting up and sitting behind you, the foot of your beds were facing the balcony windows so anyone could be watching, but who would wanna watch a crying session other than the birds and the trees. Zoe hugs your shoulders, rubbing your arms continuously as you let out a breather.

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't, it," you can't even finish what you wanted to say, your mind was saying a million things but your mouth can only say so much.

"It's ok, I'm here.."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you repeated the words like a mantra, your grip on her arm tightened at every hiccup you get while bawling your eyes out. "Hey, hey, it's not your fault okay? It was never yours, don't blame yourself for it alright? I. Love. You, you hear me?"

She was now kneeling in front of you, cupping your cheeks in her hands, her thumbs wiping away your tears and doing the. work for you. "Y-yes, yes, me, me too"

"And don't blame yourself, don't"

Only just a few seconds when you finally calmed down, you liked how Zoe seemed to understand you even when you didn't say anything, it was always so easy with her, everything was, that's why you'd always stick to her every now and then when you don't have anything to do, you didn't have to worry very much when you're with her.

"I'm gonna go check on them," she pauses, mid-way to opening the door. "Are.. are you going to be alright here?"

You blinked, you hesitated in coming with her or stay, you wanted to see if your hunch was right, that they fought, and beat Zoe, but you also wanted to stay here and tidy up, the thought of the staff coming in here and seeing the mess makes you grow hot, you've only arrived and already caused a mess, especially when you assumed they'd just finished cleaning the rooms.

"I- I'll stay here," you shoot her a smile. "..tidy up after you know.."

You gesture to the feathers as she chuckles evilly.

"Okay, have fun~"

You laugh and throw one last pillow at her, you can hear her laugh outside when the pillow hits the now closed door

"Go away now!"

You didn't realize your mistake when your eyes focus on the shrewed feathers. You weren't too fond of cleaning, honestly you don't like cleaning, and the thought of doing it clearly takes a toll on you when you let yourself fall on the bed, you didn't really want to clean, at all, aside from your nose itching whenever you're near dust, you don't like the look of dirty, messy, unorganized stuff, but your also too lazy to clean it. Your eyes zone out on the non moving ceiling fan, the crystal made fan sparkling from the sun, you wonder how much it was, you assume it's super very expensive, as expensive as your house, maybe, but not impossible, rich people who don't know how to spend their rich money.

That's when a knock interrupts your thoughts, you groan while sitting up, the gears on your head turning, weren't the guests supposed to be in quiet and peace after arriving here, oh gosh, what if they've come to collect you out of your fake rooms and throw you in their cells, and now you've doomed yourself by not coming with Zoe since your in the scene of the crime and they're going to punish you for ruining their pillows!

"Hello?"

You freeze at the voice, oh my goodness, you haven't even finished your smoothie, your driver's license, and you still wanted to travel to other countries.

You gulp and peeked through the hallway to the door.

"W-who's there?"

"It's Yao, miss," you can hear him shuffle outside, it sounded like big bags. "Why— what are you doing outside?"

"Uhh I'm here to—" you can momentarily hear a loud, but not too loud bang on the floor, tour heart lurched, no way they brought you a casket, your not going to even get a cell, you're going straight to the coffin.

"No, I, it's okay, I'm, I'll stay here, inside.."

You hear him chuckle. "So you're going to wear that for the rest of the day?"

Oh good lord, he's here to get you changed for your funeral.

"... Y-yes, I don't, I won't let you in here." You stood your ground, planting your feet on the floor and crossing your arms, you weren't going to die today, not ever, you still haven't gotten a boyfriend yet, not even a first kiss.

"I, uh, think you don't quite understand little miss," you almost flinch when he chuckles, no, you won't be deceived so very easily. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm— I'm not laughing—" once again, you hear him walk away from the door, his laugh fading out the more he goes, coming back as he clears his throat.

"We have a protocol for—"

"No!" You stomp right in front of the door, still not opening it, even just a peek. "I'm not letting you in! I came here so that my parents can enjoy the vacation and heal! And now your little website about, about stability, ha-happiness, and other lies when you're only job here was to scam us and, and kill us and put us in cells o-or coffins and torture us!"

You huff, swallowing the growing saliva in your mouth. The silence was deafening as you waited for his response but nothing came out.

"A-and, if you're, you're here t-to lock me up in a coffin then I'm not letting you."

And yet again, you waited a few seconds for him to answer but was only met by the buzz of the ac. So you slowly and quietly opened the door by a pinch, you scan the hallway for him but there was nothing, so all this time you've been ranting to nothing, to literal air.

You feel yourself growing hot. How can you even get passed this? Good thing no one was present and heard you, pretty sure you were loud enough for it to echo in the hallway, althought they wouldn't know who you were anyways.

You look down when your knees bump something.

"Isn't this..?"

Your luggage? You frown as you spin it around, yes, it is yours, it has the small stickers in the right place, how could it not? You whip your head on the hallway, tryna find any signs of people, or him, but looks you everyone was outside, or maybe exploring.

Was.. was this the thump you heard earlier and not a coffin..?

Oh gosh.

Nope, no, no way, you can't live like this, you didn't think your day could get any worse, you've embarrassed yourself for countless times already, you really hoped he didn't hear the coffin part..

[meandheraresoulmates]

I can't be the only person on this planet who thinks that Taylor Swift wrote peace for Jack Dawkins and Belle Fox but since I can't find anything - an edit on tik tok, a thread on x, a post here, NOTHING - I will take matters into my hands and find all the parallels between one of my favourite songs ever and the ship that has sent me into brainrot.

I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darlin' 'Cause it lives in me

Tell me this isn't Jack before he met Belle. As he said to her in the 1x02, he knows that improvements have been made in medicine but he simply can't barge into the hospital, change things (even if they are for better) and not fear the consequences of his actions. He simply doesn't have the luxury to fight for his beliefs like she has because of his social position and his past, both hovering above his head wherever he goes.

Your integrity makes me seem small You paint dreamscapes on the wall

I love how this line can be read in both ways. It can either be Jack in front of Belle naive idealism (”There's more to medicine than death. There is life. And hope.”) or Belle realising that the world isn't black and white as she thinks - just because Jack and many others have to gamble, play or steal it doesn't mean that they are just common criminals. They are people who aren't born with the same means as her and have to do what's necessary to survive.

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Do I even have to say something about this

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

You can't tell me these lines aren't written for them. Belle and Jack between episode 6 and 7 live in their own personal bubble, sneaking around the hospital and stealing kisses in cupboards and alleys but they can't escape reality - society will never allow them to be happy together, no matter how hard Jack will try to fit in her world.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret

Here is where I stop being rational if you excuse me i'm going to cry and scream into my pillow

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Maybe Jack will never give her peace at least this is what we are left with if Hulu doesn't announce season 2 I will do something that will change the course of their lives forever but he has given her life. And this is where I stop before I drow in my own tears

[romanoffsbish]

Stay, Stay, Stay

Yelena Belova x F!R

A Torn Up Masterpiece | 3,100 Words

18+ | Minors DNI | Alluded to Smut

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I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night. I threw my phone across the room at you

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A heavy groan left your lips as you thrashed around in your bed, the previous nights fight running through your mind having been what kept you up, and so you slam your fist into the empty pillow beside you frustrated at her absence. Sure, it was you that banished her to a night on the couch, but most of you'd hoped she would have snuck in to mend things, but you also knew better than to expect that.

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This morning I said we should talk about it. ‘Cause I read you should never leave a fight unresolved...

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Yelena required guidance, not silent hoping on your end, and so now you found yourself taking the next step: "Come here, we need to talk.," though the message looked daunting you still pressed send, then sat their anxious as ever.

On the other side of the door the blonde too was a ball of nerves, the fight was so silly, and she couldn't possibly fathom losing you over the improper way that she discards of her coat and shoes when entering your apartment. Whether you liked it or not though the blonde was ready to duke it out all over again if you were going to even propose a separation.

Yelena twisted the nob to your bedroom door, entering quietly to find you sat there with wide eyes., "Yelena, what the fuck are you wearing?"

"My combat suit.," her nonchalant nature only left you more puzzled., "Why?!," she smirked, though you couldn't see it under her mask., "You wanted to talk, right? Well, sometimes you like to talk with your hands and I was just preparing for the inevitable.," you groaned in faux annoyance, throwing the pillow at her, then chuckling when she slapped it away with her baton., "See, it really comes in handy."

"Yeah, well I'm not talking to a fucking alien!," the blonde cackled as she removed her mask, taking another look at it before rolling her eyes as she faced you., "At least I'm a hot alien."

Yelena slipped out of her suit, picked up her pillow, then quickly joined you in the bed. Every bit of her calmed when you made quick movements to settle atop of her, and she was actually appreciative of the silence, even if you called her in here to talk; cuddling was enough.

The reason you'd even picked the silly fight with her last night was because you were angry that she'd be leaving you for a month long mission. It'd been so long since she had to do that, and you stupidly grew used to her being around, even when you knew it was always a possibility. Now, while you halfway lay on her you realize all you did was miss out on a last opportunity to snuggle, and it made you sad.

"I don't want you to go.," you were so tired from your restless night that the honesty just came tumbling right on out., "I'll be back.," you shook your head., "You don't know that Lena."

"I'll always come back to you detka.," she lifted your head so that you could look into her eyes., "There's no way I'd die and leave you alone.," she gently tilted your head down so she could place a reassuring kiss to your forehead, then she tugged you closer, holding you as you softly sniffled until you eventually fell asleep in her loving embrace., "Together forever detka.," Yelena fell asleep too, with a calm smile on her face to combat the heart racing in her chest.

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Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers

Who took all of their problem out on me, but you...

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Yelena was exhausted as she made her way into her house, flicking on the light only made her want to cry as she surveyed how sad her place truly was. This month was beyond grueling, and even with the mission being a success she felt an unfamiliar emptiness. She'd never dealt with separation anxiety before, but after Kate filled her in about it on the long flight back, and with the dull, yet persistent ache in her chest she knew that's what she's experiencing.

The problem for her was that you were out of town, so she was forced to return to her loft in the countryside that welcomed her with sparse furniture, and frames full of her best moments. Not surprisingly, your beaming face filled the majority of them, and it made her realize that this house only felt so sad because you weren't there to liven it up with your existence.

Normal couples would have a discussion, talk about the logistics of things, but nothing in the blondes life ever had been normal. So, when you entered your apartment to find all your belongings gone you shrieked, then the blonde came running out of your room with a big smile., "Moya lyubov'!," she overlooked your shocked expression and rushed into you., "We're moving in together, isn't that great?!"

"We are?!", she nodded against your chest, and you just stared blankly at the bare walls for a sec before breaking out into a fit of laughter., "Yeah, of course we are, this makes sense.," the blonde pulled back just to press her lips to yours tenderly., "No more being lonely detka."

The sentiment melted your heart, because even if this was unorthodox, it was just so Yelena. Always turning your world upside down, but in only the best of ways., "All that's left is you.," you then shrieked again as the blonde threw you over her shoulder rather effortlessly, then she picked your overnight luggage up, and you watched the familiar brown door slamming, smiling to yourself as you saw it slowly fade.

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“You took the time to memorize me; my fears, my hopes and dreams...”

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As the both of you pulled up to the house your girlfriend was grinning from ear to ear while you held a much more relaxed smile due to the tranquil scenery you'd been able to take in., "Welcome home moya lyubov'!!," the blonde shouted from beside you, but fortunately for you it'd been expected so you didn't flinch., "Come on, I want to show you the place!!"

A gasp of surprise left you when the blonde scooped you up, and carried you through the entryway bridal style. Much to your surprise the place was full of familiar people, and you quickly jumped back to your feet in search of a bit of dignity since you were only in a skirt.

"Y/N/N!," you ran into the redheads arms, and she happily embraced you right back., "Natty!," she beamed at the nickname you'd allotted her, then she glared at those who dared question the bond she shared with her sisters lover.

"What am I? Chopped liver?," you rolled your eyes but made quick work of returning to your girlfriend's side and pulling her into a brief kiss., "You have to learn to share Lena.," she pouted down at you., "Nuh-uh, you're mine! She has the witch," you and her sister shook your heads in unity at the blonde's antics.

"Why are all the Avengers here? Also, where's Wands?," and as if on cue the younger red head entered the living room with a tray of snacks., "My ears are burning, was I summoned?," your girlfriend tried to keep a grip on you, but you were too quick as you giddily ran at the witch., "If it isn't my favorite ally.," you giggled at her words, failing to see the sisters shared glance.

"Ally?," the both of you now shared a glance before bursting out into a fit of laughter., "Yeah, we're both apart of the dating a moody ex-widow club, we meet up on Thursday's.," you spun around in Wanda's hold, then stared at the dumbfounded sisters with a smirk., "Very therapeutic, we share quite the bond."

Wanda squeezed you a final time, then she relocated next to her pouting girlfriend, and you did the same, a teasing smile on your face the whole way over to her, but it softened when she looked to you with a twinge of insecurity., "I want to show you some things, that okay?," you nodded, slipping your hand into hers, and allowed her to tug you into an adjacent room.

Yelena's hand slipped from yours as she left you in the doorway and went to flip on the light., "Oh my gosh, Lena...," her brows furrowed upon seeing your eyes glossing over., "It's so beautiful...," you jumped into her arms, and began to soak her shirt with your tears., "Y-You didn't have to do this for me Lena."

"Yes, I did.," she scoffed and pulled you back to look into your watery eyes., "Needed this to be just as much your home as it was mine detka.," her thumbs padded away at the ever flowing tears falling from your eyes., "Don't cry detka.," she was growing concerned as your body was trembling softly., "I didn't mean to upset you."

"No.," you softly choked out., "I'm happy love.," you then chuckled at her furrowed brows., "These are happy tears Lena, it's just—I'm not used to having a partner that actually makes space for me like this, and it's obvious that you're not used to happy tears my love."

Yelena's face softened to a degree you'd never seen before., "I hope I only ever make you cry happy tears Y/N/N.," she gently tugged your body into hers, a strong arm securing you don't step back while a soft hand holds your face., "Whoever thought it was okay to make you cry wasn't warned about me, I'll have their names soon and they'll be nothing more than dust."

"Lena, that's touching, but there's no need to defend my honor by murdering people.," the blonde looked at you in shock., "I don't?," you shook your head with a hearty laugh., "No.," she then bit her lip while shaking her own., "That simply can't be right detka, making you sad she be a crime that's punishable by death."

"I promise it is my love.," she shrugged her shoulders but nodded reluctantly., "I don't agree with it, but I'll take your word for it."

"Thank you.," you whispered as your lips met hers for a brief, and gentle entanglement., "None of that bothers me anymore baby, now that I have you it's clear as day to me that they were always just going be to the lessons I had to learn to become deserving of your love."

"I-I don't feel deserving of yours most days.," your face instantly fell., "Well, I don't get that either, because you are the most deserving."

"Do you really like the room detka?," it was obvious she was trying to deflect, and for a moment you let her because it was obvious she did want this answer too., "Yes, it's perfect my love.," your hands gently found hers, you did a little spin that ended up pushing your back flush to her front, with her arms now crossed over your front and with hands interlocked.

"Crafted by a heart of gold and with these hands that have only ever shown me love.," Lifting said hands up to your lips you brushed over her knuckles, then kissed the calloused pads of her fingers.," We're learning how to love right together.," she placed a responding kiss over your clothed shoulder., "and so far you're a proven natural Yelena Belova.," she gently spun you around, and met you with a bright smile., "As are you Y/N Y/L/N."

Her lips caressed yours as her hands lifted you up your thighs, the woman never failing at kissing you as she carried you over to the relaxation nook in the corner of your room., "Welcome home detka.," she settled into the bean bag chair with you in her lap, then she proceeded to keep you trapped in her lips embrace for an unfounded amount of time.

Time just happily slipping away...

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"No one else is gonna love me when I get mad, mad, mad..."

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"Are you fucking kidding me?! You call that a Christmas Tree?," you passionately shouted at the TV, throwing a handful of popcorn from the bowl at the screen to emphasize your valid frustrations., "Looks more like a smushed up bush.," you added, tossing the popcorn into your mouth this time, and your girlfriend watched you in amusement from her recliner.

"Detka, it's just a silly show about cake.," she realized she said something wrong when you turned to her with a look of utter shock, and if she was reading it clearly there was a touch of disgust., "It is not a silly show! They are all meant to be experts in their craft, and I sit here to be wow'd Yelena Belova, not disappointed!"

It's funny really, if any of Yelena's friends or family saw her right now they'd lose their shit. The blonde wasn't privy to nerves, but right now, with you staring daggers into her soul she's trying to find a way to fix things quick.

"Detka...," she took cautious steps, careful not to make any sudden movements as she settled down besides you on the couch., "I'm sorry.," you immediately calmed down as she looked at you with those puppy dog eyes she never failed to win you over with anytime she pulled them out., "They should be more professional!," her heart skipped when you now beamed at her.

"I know right?!," you easily shifted into her lap, grabbing a hold of her jaw to readjust her gaze., "Like, look at that baby. Frosty the Snowman? Please, as if, that's more like Fallaci his limp dick cousin and the kids from the orphanage."

"Detka!," the blonde slapped you in your arm but you only laughed boisterously in her lap., "Bake Off: Christmas edition isn't for the faint of heart Lena, get used to it or don't attend."

Even with your threats of her removal you still settled into her hold rather thoughtlessly. Serenity engulfed the two of you as you watched the judges agreeing with you, but in more of a 'beat around the bush' type of way. Yelena even began to see why you liked the show so much, it was mindless media, and it was cool to see the ways the contestants would interpret the differing challenges to create either the most masterful cake or a disaster.

"No! Who the hell gave you a right to bake?!," you shrieked when the final teams cake was now on display., "Gingerbread men are brown! Not yellow you fucking ignoramuses.," you shifted angrily in your lover's lap and she failed to contain her snorts of amusement as you did.

"Laugh again and you can sleep on the couch.," you wore a smirk as she tensed beneath you., "Detka, you're just so adorable when you're mad, don't deprive me of my joy, please?"

"Y-you think I'm cute when I'm mad?," the show no longer held your focus as you rotated to straddle and face your lover., "Yes. There's nothing more adorable than you with a glare that speaks of murder.," she genuinely relayed her feelings with a silly boop to your nose, she then laughed affectedly when you angrily glared back at her., "It's also so fucking hot."

A teasingly arched brow in her direction was all she needed before she was pulling you in for an eager kiss. It was heated from the start really, the sheer force with which she was using in moving her lips against yours was shocking; her tongue slid over yours the moment your mouth parted to gasp for a much needed breath that swiftly morphed into a soft moan.

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"I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time."

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"I love you Yelena.," you moaned into her mouth so breathily, it was truly the hottest thing the blonde had experienced with you. This raw confession of yours finally slipping from your lips filled her heart to the brim with glee, though she'd felt it for months now with the way you gazed at her, it was nice to hear.

When she pulled away to look into your eyes she was met with a radiant smile., "My heart beats for you alone, my beautiful Russian spy.," you winked, then giggled when she rolled her eyes before matching your teasing grin.

"I love you so much detka.," she hugged you tightly in hopes of conveying her honesty here., "You're my entire world.," her lips pressed against your temple then moved to your lips., "Prove it then.," you challenged, and the blonde's hands gripped your hips harshly to stop you from grinding down into her again., "Prepare yourself to never walk again.," she growled, slamming her lips to yours to catch your squeals of excitement as she carried you off to your bedroom for a night of love making.

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“I think that it's best if we both stay.”

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"That's so fun.," you snorted as your body collapsed back into the mattress., "Fun? That's not exactly the adjective I'd use, but sure..."

Yelena swiftly brought her face to hover above yours., "Are you questioning my judgment?," you met her question with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, and she gasped., "Well guess what.," you humored the blonde with a raise of your brow., "The funs only just begun detka."

Your body shivered in anticipation for the continuation of your previous entanglement, her lips anything but soft as she trailed them down your jaw, but just as you relaxed into the mattress you felt the energy around you shift. Before you could protest though your body was writhing beneath hers, lithe fingers were now jabbing into your sides leaving you breathless.

"Lena! Stoopppp.," the blonde cackled in direct response to your whining., "I promised fun!," your fixed glare was only met with a smirk., "We can always return to my version of fun?," you nodded violently, desperately willing her to stop attacking your body with the tickling, and to instead offer you the promised pleasures.

"Let's have some fun then.," she stilled her hands, allowing your body a chance to settle back down before her lips pressed to yours, catching the soft sigh of relief you released as her hand finally found its desired destination., "YA lyublyu tebya Y/N, ty moy dom..."

(I love you Y/N, you are my home...)

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Stay, Stay, Stay...

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[quigonswife8]

Awe: Namor x fem! reader

Namor sees you in the dress his cousin had made and gifted you, finding himself in awe.

In my 'headpiece' fic I wrote about Namora giving you a dress as a gift in the past, and I thought it would be cute to write a fic about it :)

This is veeery long, definitely got carried away with this but I still love it :)

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Namora is your best friend. She had actually been the first of K’uk’ulkan’s people to welcome you. Usually she would have been hesitant around surface dwellers but seeing the way her cousin lit up when he was around you- the amount of love in his eyes- she couldn't help but warm up to you.

When your favourite dress had been wrecked a few months back Namora had already planned to make you a dress. When she finished it she wrapped it and decided on when to give it to you, a few days later.

-Now-

Quiet. That's what it is when you awake from your slumber. It's quiet- peaceful. perfect, and your partner? He's fast asleep, while one of his arms are wrapped around you.

I could get used to this

K'uk'ulkan is usually gone by the time you wake up. Duties and all that, so it's nice when he's there. He looks so peaceful, head turned away, and his hair is messy- unbrushed- but perfect, nonetheless. Honestly he looks great with bed-hair, always gives you an excuse to run your fingers through his hair when it's like this.

You could lay there staring at your love forever. Not in a creepy way, though. It's just nice to see how at peace he is. his heartbeat is soothing as you lay your head against his chest- and man he has the most comfortable chest. That's why you love leaning against him, he makes the perfect pillow.

It's been a few days since a not-so-nice confrontation between K’uk’ulkan’s people and other people’s resulting in a few of his people being killed, along with a few of the the other person’s people. Your king had gotten into a fight, nearly killed the person, until they yielded and they came to some sort of piece.

Reminds you of when he'd come to the agreement with the Wakandan's.

Pulled out of your thoughts by your love waking. A quiet groan slipping from his lips, his eyes slowly opening welcoming the room around. Then he looks down at you, and he already smiles.

"Morning..."

He dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Morning, my love."

You lean your head back on his chest.

"...how did you sleep?"

"Perfect with you by my side."

He presses another kiss to your head. Snuggling your head more into his chest you chuckle;

"You just woke up and you're already flirting, my king."

My king hearing you say this drives him crazy. It sounds so perfect coming from your mouth compared to other people. It just rolls so perfectly off your tongue.

"...you know you love it, my queen."

I see what he did there

Though it still doesn't feel real that you're his queen. That he chose you out of anyone to be with, to be his queen. It's still surreal but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Yeah yeah."

Namor chuckles, resting his head on top of yours. He could stay like this forever- he wishes he could- to just be with you…but then there’s a knock at the door.

'K'abéet in t'aan ta wéetel, in Ajaw."- I need to talk to you my king.

Attuma

It must be urgent based on the tone of his voice. He sighs "i'll be there soon." and then he glances down at you.

"I'm..."

"It's okay my love. You need to do this...I just wish we had more time.”

He nods:

"Me too…”

"I'll be here when you get back."

He holds onto you just a little longer, quickly changing, and then he leaves to speak to Attuma.

You catch a few words, but the rest is muffled, hard to make out.

Things are clear when he pops back in a moment “I need to go.” and as much as you want him to stay, you nod.

“I love you.”

He smiles back at you, resting his hand on the doorframe a moment.

“I love you.”

-

"(y/n)."

Namora

Turning your chair around, you stand up. It's nice to see Namora in more laidback attire as she usually wears different attire. With a gorgeous blue dress matched with a belt, it falls down against her legs.

"Hey!"

Approaching Namora you also notice how her hair is down rather than up.

"...hey."

You bring yourself forward for a hug but when Namora stops you, you tilt your head.

"Is..."

"Tin betaj teech ba'al [I made you something]."

She did?

"That's very thoughtful of you Nam, but you didn't have to."

Namora brings her hands out from behind her back, revealing the beautifully wrapped present.

"Ba'ale' Teene' yaabilmech"- but I wanted to.

Namora moves her hands forward motioning for you to take it. Eyes flicking down to the present, back to Namora, you smile at her.

"Well..." I could never resist a gift. You take the present from her hands, a nod of appreciation following. "...thank you, Nam."

Namora mirrors your previous actions: head bowing.

"Mix ba'a ti', mina'am u talamil."- you're welcome.

The next minute involves you unwrapping the gift and tossing the wrapping away in the bin [though it seemed so pretty to throw out if you're being honest] and when you have the gift in your hand fully unwrapped you unfold whatever she'd made you.

It falls down, and your eyes immediately widen in response. Though it's hard to form words because what can you say to this? "woah." and you would be lying if you didn't say your brain wasn't malfunctioning right now.

"Woah."

It's a dress. A gorgeous blue dress, hand-made but better than you could have ever asked for, better than so many people. Namora, like her cousin, is super talented: it definitely runs in the family, and it definitely shows. Hands move over the dress turning it around fully looking over it.

You had gotten your dress ruined a few months back. It was your favorite dress too, so it was crushing when it happened. It was a dress you'd received from a close friend before they had sadly passed, so it was one of your only things left of them. So this is not just some dress to you, it's everything to you.

"Namora..."

Tucking the dress under your armpit you take Namora's hands.

"I..."

"In wojel."- I know

She knows how much this means to you, you don't have to tell her.

"Ku ki'imaktal in wóol ti' teech utsak."- I'm glad you like it.

"Correction..." you reply. "I love it."

You let her hands go to grab the dress and look at it again. Namora crosses her arms, leaning back against something.

"K'a'abet a ts'áik ti' teech."- you should put it on.

You smile.

"That's a perfect idea!" dress in hand you start walking off. "I'll be back."

Namora watches as you disappear behind the corner to change. So it’s a surprise for when she sees you in it.

-

The dress is perfect on you. It fits perfectly and the color matches your eyes.

You have to admit that you look good. "I look...amazing." Namora stands nearby, proud of her work, and happy to finally see you wearing the dress. After months she's finally able to see you wear it and you look amazing: the perfect person to wear the dress.

You do a spin, looking up and down the dress getting more of a look.

"I love this dress Nam."

It really brings out the colour in your eyes the more you look at it.

"...I really love it."

Namora pushes away from what she's leaning against and approaches you. You stop spinning to face Namora: one of your hands move to rest on her shoulder.

"Thank you, really. This means a lot to me."

She sighs softly and nods;

"Mix ba'a ti', mina'am u talamil." -you’re welcome

You're truly happy to have Namora in your life, as your best friend, as someone you just love dearly.

"Hey Namora can I..."

Though you lose your words and you turn around. Looking over at him, the surprise written on your face evident to anyone around.

"K’uk’ulkan?"

He's standing by the door, but his eyes are slightly widened. He isn't saying anything either and it worries you.

"K'uk'ulkan?”

This seems to snap him out of his daze slightly, enough to say something.

"You're perfect."

No not just perfect. Stunning. Incredible. beautiful. this dress...it's perfect on you like really perfect it's hard to describe how he feels when he looks at you. Though the main thing is awe: he's in awe and Namora can see this.

He has never been this in love before until you. He's truly equivocally in love with you more than words could ever describe.

You are already perfect, but this dress is more than perfect on you. It was made for you, truly.

"This dress is...it is perfect on you, my love."

You glance back at Namora for a second, then back to your partner.

"Namora made this for me, my love. Your cousin is very talented."

He knows, and he loves it. He can tell that it runs in the family, and he;s happy to share a talent with his cousin.

"She is..."

With some glances shared between the two, he looks at you again.

"...it truly is perfect on you."

He pulls you closer, squeezing your hands.

"...you are perfect, my love."

You love this man so much...so much. Only someone who loves you this much would react in such a way and it makes you feel special. feel loved. he just loves, and that means more than anything to you.

"I love you."

"And I love you too."

Meanwhile Namora watches, unable to hide her smile. She loves your relationship and wishes for one like it one day. To be able to be loved like you love eachother, to care like you care for eachother, to live everyday for eachother. To just love.

Namora makes the decision to leave the two of you alone, so she starts to leave.

Before she leaves, though, you look at her again.

“Thank you, Nam.”

Nam nods, and then soon leaves, until it’s you and Namor again. He pulls you close, and you settle into his touch sighing softly.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

As little time as you have together, it still means so much. To just be in each other's arms, to show each other how much you love one-another. To be able to just be together means more than anything.

"I'm glad you're here with me."

There are a million words he wants to say, but settles on three. Three words that make you melt even though he's said it to you many times.

[bigswitchenergyy]

RWRB movie thoughts (SPOILER HEAVY!)

So, I watched it. Twice. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

First off, non-spoilers - I loved this movie. I loved the energy, I loved the humor, I loved the chemistry between all of the actors. Taylor and Nick in particular had phenomenal chemistry and I can't stop thinking about them and firstprince and how beautiful it all was. I miss the boys already. 😭 SPOILERS!!

I'm gonna get the (incredibly minor) gripes out of the way.

We got cornbread!! But we didn't get "cornbread knows my sins" which I was a little bummed about. But the beauty of the scene as a whole absolutely made up for it.

The lack of the emotional kiss after the fight really bugged me, because to me, that kiss is the breaking point for them both. That's the "gonna love this stubborn shithead forever" moment, and it's all of the tension and pain and heartbreak poured out into a desperate, hungry, incredibly passionate kiss. going right from "tell me to leave" to the V&A felt a little like mood whiplash, but the V&A scene is so good I can get past it pretty easily

I wish we could have had more of their emails, the phone call where Henry begins to open up about his family, and more pet names. Especially more baby, considering how much that one word affects Henry in the book.

I know why Matthew did it but fuck Miguel, I miss Rafael and Liam

WE NEEDED MORE PEZ, NORA, AND BEA

Now, for my favorite quotes/moments!!

"I'd break the sound barrier for you." when i tell you i fucking screamed into a pillow and sobbed

HISTORY HUH BEING SAID AT THE V&A, I LOVED IT SO MUCH, I SQUEALED AUDIBLY

THE CAKE SCENE, 10/10

Zahra and Amy are the absolute fucking best and were truly able to shine in a way I didn't expect, I'm so glad we got so many great scenes

"I will brexit your head from your body" I know it was in the trailer but it's SO FUCKING FUNNY

The texting scenes were done so well?? I loved hearing their voices saying the lines and I loved the way they portrayed the long distance conversations. The turkey scene in particular is fucking cinema

THE MOTHERFUCKING RED ROOM SCENE. NEED I SAY MORE.

THE SCENE RIGHT AFTER?? AND THEN THE ONE IN ALEX'S ROOM?? I'M FUCKING WEAK, MAN. THEIR CHEMISTRY IS OFF THE CHARTS

The closet scene was SO good. Watching Alex's entire perception of the man change in a matter of minutes is so well done, and Henry realizing that Alex's feelings about it all were completely valid & apologizing is so 10/10

jesus fuck, PARIS. OH MY GOD. The cafe scene, the one where they're taking a walk, and then their first time having sex. It's so beautiful and emotional and i just... I was breathless watching it. It's steamy but it's just beautiful and loving and the way alex and henry are just so enamored with each other absolutely destroyed me.

"You don't know what that's like." "I'm learning." SOBBING

the entire new year's eve sequence was wonderful. Henry's so happy when he's with Alex and Alex is just so happy he's there, and then that fucking SHOT?? The way they're just staring at each other across the crowded room?? C I N E M A

The first kiss was STRAIGHT OUT OF THE BOOK and it was MAGICAL

Nora is a queen and deserved more screentime but I LOVE her scenes with Alex. I think having her not be his ex in this version is a nice change too

And, of course, the motherfucking STORMING OF KENSINGTON. The boys acted their asses off and Nick in particular broke my heart so many times over

The leak. The leaaaaak. fuck.

"Hello?" "Baby." "Alex??" when i tell you i cried so hard

the piano scene 10/10

THE SCENE WHERE THEY COME OUT TO THE CROWD. THE ENTIRE END TBH

CASEYYY!!!!!!

So, yeah. I loved this movie. I'm gonna be thinking about it for a long time, and I sincerely hope Matthew releases the extended cut & all of the deleted scenes and bloopers, because we NEED THEM.

I also hope that Matthew, Casey, Nick, and Taylor know how much we love this film and book. How thankful we are that these beautiful characters were not only written, but then able to come to life. I will forever be thankful for Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (yes, i'm using his book last name LMAO) and for their beautiful love.

[mimiwrites2000]

Attack On… Podcast!

Archive of Our Own

As the Attack on Titan series comes to an end after ten years, the cast is reunited in hosting a podcast, talking about their times on the set of the filming, their friendships, and all in-between.

And well, shenanigans are inevitable.

Attack on Titan acting AU, as the cast host a podcast, and interview the rest of the cast.

Episode 02

Armin: On that day, mankind received a grim reminder. We lived in fear of the Titan–

Eren: Armin you really don't have to start every episode with that.

Mikasa: Hey, he enjoys it, let him be.

Eren: I shall obey.

Armin laughing: welcome! To the second episode of this podcast! Again here we talk about our time in the show Attack on Titan, and as you already heard her voice, our special surprise guest for today is the one and only, Mikasa! 

Eren cheering: the queen herself has blessed us! 

Mikasa: Well, thank you, I am happy to be here.

Armin: So for you who don't know, since everyone will be asking this in the comments, yes, they are a couple in real life, and yes, they did meet on set, and yes, they are engaged, you could've known all of that if you follow them on Instagram.

Mikasa laughing:  I mean you could've announced it a little bit more cheerful.

Eren: yeah what's up Armin–

Armin: don't even try Eren, and I will be your best man, you really don't have a choice.

Eren laughing: Alright, Mikasa, my beloved, would you do us the honors of reading our first question? 

Mikasa: Of course, so, this is… from Tumblr, oooh you guys have fans on Tumblr.

Armin: if that's not enough indication that we are unhinged then I don't know what is.

Eren laughing so hard: what makes it even stupider is that this is literally only our second episode.

Armin: the fangirls be fangirling!

Eren: the tumblr be tumblring!

Mikasa: I had my good Tumblr phase.

Armin: actually you do still have your good Tumblr phase, everyone go follow her at Mikasa_Ackreman, she posts nice sad poetic stuff–

Mikasa: That's not true, anyway so this question here says, oh this is actually a special question for me, me and my boyfriend love you so much, aw thank you I love you too, do you still have that red scarf from set? 

Eren: Oh boy.

Mikasa: I do, actually, there were so many replicas of the scarf, because it kept tearing up because of all the stunts we were doing.

Eren whispering: she's the only one who did all of her stunts.

Mikasa shaking her head: and yeah because of the stunts, we had to have many scarves, which, I have them all. And before Eren starts complaining yes I do have them in our house–

Eren: They are everywhere!

Mikasa: But I am looking into turning them into pillows or something! 

Armin laughing: you have a wedding to plan.

Mikasa: I know! I know! But hear me out, I do, in fact, still have the scarf from that very first episode.

Armin: awwww.

Mikasa: because it means so much to me, it started my whole career, and it made me fall in love with that guy over there.

Eren: didn't take long to charm her! A scarf was all it took.

Armin: genuinely still baffled how she said yes.

Eren laughing: hey what do you know about love? We were meant to be! 

Armin: yes yes, actually, they are the reason why I still believe in love, they have something… that I've never seen before, they are the true embodiment of love and respect.

Eren: Is your goal making me cry?

Armin: no but genuinely sick of third wheeling you both.

Mikasa laughing: we never did that intentionally!

Armin: You literally left me in the movie theater the other day.

Eren: hey–

Armin: and didn't notice I was gone until you got home!

Eren laughing: you realize you're stuck in this forever.

Armin: yeah I cry every night! 

Mikasa: save your tears for the wedding.

Armin: Speaking of your wedding, did you pick a dress?

Mikasa: well…

Eren: Hold on, you chose a dress?

Mikasa: I… might have.

Eren: alright let's end the podcast here– 

Armin laughing: nope! Nope, sorry, I might have caused a couple to fight! I take full responsibility!

Eren: yeah you better do, and read this next question.

Armin: yeah so, again from Tumblr, we got this ask that says… who is your favorite titan? oh the female titan for sure.

Eren: Ok, that was quick.

Mikasa: yeah that was quick.

Armin: I mean, come on, the female titan is the coolest of all titans.

Eren: well my favorite titan is definitely my own titan, because that's the coolest thing of all time, and by the way, I think this photo did it's circulation around the internet already, but my final titan form, the whole head, was not CGI, the set designers actually built that, like the whole titan head, and the inside of it, for the final scene of my character, and it was so cool.

Armin: we had great talents on set, I mean, the set designs and all that, like, despite having all the generated effects in post, so many great locations and in-camera effects were shot on set, and all of it was absolutely mind blowing, they brought back filmmaking techniques from decades ago and merged it with current technology and the result was mind-blowing.

Mikasa: our whole village, in Shiganshina was built in a sound stage, and we cried when they had to ruin it for the third season haha.

Armin: yeah we did, I remember that, it felt like they were destroying our own home, it was ridiculous.

Eren: Mikasa.

Mikasa: yes.

Eren: What's your favorite titan?

Mikasa: well…

Eren: I know your answer.

Mikasa: it's actually the armored titan.

Eren: excuse you-

Mikasa: when we were kids, seeing it in the final movie and all that, for me, at that time, or even now, it was magic.

Eren: You betrayed me.

Mikasa: if you accept my scarves –

Eren: Accepted! 

Armin: Alright alright, so the third and final question we have for today, Eren do us the honors?

Eren: Sure, so, again from Tumblr, what was your first reaction when you read the finale script for the first time? Armin has a good answer for this.

Armin: I do, so, we do read the manga, so we already knew the ending, but having the final script in our hands, in my hand, it was a strange sense of fulfillment. I mean, working on a project for over ten years, by the end of those years, you are excited to be done with this project and try other projects and explore more fields, but it's hard, it's not easy.

Mikasa: I like to think of it as moving away to college, all the fights you have with your parents and you just want to move away and you have this great fantasy of a wild college life, then you are hit with the reality and as the date of moving out comes closer, you want to push it away.

Eren: yeah, yeah, exactly, we are all looking forward to our next projects, and what life holds for us, but a huge part of us is still on that set.

Armin: yeah… you guys will make me cry.

Mikasa: aw, no, hey listen, we are still here, cheers to that?

Eren: cheers to that indeed! Also, by the way, Mikasa and Armin were the only ones to actually go to college and keep up with our crazy shooting schedule.

Mikasa: and we graduated with great grades.

Eren: ok ok you don't have to rub it in my face.

Armin: I'll be the first to sign a petition for Eren to go to college.

Eren: naaaah, that's just not meant for me.

Armin: well, we get to another end of our podcast, and we will meet you next time, with two special guests next time, tune in.

Eren: Mikasa, did you actually pick a dress?

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader)

part 1

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"you are the light I've been searching for forever."

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at 4:11 a.m., I sat on my bed. the warm, early summer breeze blew in through my window. I had a dollar bill rolled up in one hand and a bag of pills in the other. I dumped one out, placing it gently onto my old math book. I crushed it up, being as quiet as possible not to wake up my parents. I formed the line with my id and snorted it with one quick motion. I tilted my head back and placed my finger over my nostril, sniffing the excess up. it felt like i had just got flipped upside down to give my brain a refresh. I felt the drugs start to kick in. I put the back back in the little rip in my pillow and took out my flip phone to text Larry and Sal.

"yoooooooooooo." I sent the group chat, I felt my body relax as it usually does after a long day and some coke. I knew I was an addict. but I was holding on by a string. Having a boyfriend that hits you constantly and forces you to fuck and having parents that are constantly fighting and should've broken up ages ago dont mix well.

6 months ago, my friend brought a small packet of coccaine to school, and it flipped my life upside down. I was addicted and ended up buying and selling my own. I was a goody two shoes, always had good grades, and would have a panic attack over a C or a B. but that completely changed.

My other friends boyfriend got my number and started hitting on me. he would tell me he only wanted me and not my friend. I gave in and helped him cheat on her. we met every day at the science hall to make out. he broke up with her, and we started dating a month later. he always begged to have sex with me, even after me telling him I wasn't ready. the first time I went over to his house for dinner, he raped me in his bed. and he hasn't stopped since. I've tried to break up with him multiple times, but he said he'd kill himself so I just gave up. I gave up trying to stop him. he began hitting me after the first time I tried to break up with him. there hasn't been a day since when I didn't have any bruises on my arms, legs, or torso.

"y r u up?" Larry texted back.

"the usual reason" I rolled onto my stomach. "u?"

"set my alarm wayyy to early 2day."

"damn. meet @ the treehouse?"

"omw"

"me 2?" sal finally responded.

"of course sally" I replied.

I slipped my converse on slipped out the door. me and sal met at the elevator. he lived in 402 while I lived in 404. we spent most of our free time together. sometimes with Larry, but you two also hung out alone. you guys found it comforting sitting on the roof of the apartments talking about the past and the future. Sal was your childhood best friend, until you had to move to new jersey and leave him behind. but your luck shone like a star the second you found out Sal was moving in right down the hall from you. your reunion was amazing, like rereading your favorite book and noticing all of the smaller details or like going on an intense roller coaster. I love him with all of my heart, and I knew he did too. he expressed it very frequently. Sal knew everything about my life down to the smallest details. yes, he knew about my boyfriend. and yes, he knew about my addiction. he knew more than anyone has ever known, and he just moved back 3 days ago. you two stayed in contact after you moved, going from writing letters once a week to staying up all night texting eachother. Sal was unlike any person you had ever known, and you loved him for that. I thought back to one of my favorite memories with him.

-

flashback:

I pushed sally on the swing while his dad and my mom spoke.

"I think sal likes her." Henry smiled. "ever since they met, she's all he talks about."

my mom giggled. "Y/n aswell." she nudged Henry. "soulmates?" she asked.

"sure seems like it. she helped sal a lot, you know, meeting her when they were sharing a hospital room is no coincidence."

"nothings a coincidence." mom grinned. "when sal was put into the room, the first thing she said was 'poor boy, mommy! he can't die, his hair is too cool.' y/n cared so much about everyone else she didn't realize how close she was to death, too."

"do you remember them playing cards in the middle of the floor?"

mom pulled a Polaroid out of her wallet. "I remember every day."

Henry gently rubbed her back.

"Hey, sal?" I asked as he slid the key card for the basement into the slot.

"yeah?" his voice has a slight rasp, as he had just woke up 10 minutes ago.

"do you remember our week together at the hospital?"

"how could I forget?"

-

"what's your name?" 3 year old me asked the bluenette in the hospital bed across from me.

he gently sat down his juice. "sal, what's yours?" the one eye showing squinted, so I assumed he was smiling.

"Y/n!" I responded cheerfully. I glanced down at my tray. "want my jello? I'm not hungry."

he silently nodded. I brought the jello over and gave it to him. I jumped and sat with him in his bed. "so, sal. I'm bored."

"me too." he exhaled, forcing a small bite through his bandages.

"I have an idea!" I dug through my pocket and pulled out a thing of light pink nail polish. "we can paint eachothers nails!"

"isn't that a girls thing?"

"that doesn't matter, silly!" you scooted closer to him. "do you want yours done first?"

he nodded and gave me his left hand. I gently brushed on the polish. he looked at the bruises and deep cuts on my arms and face. "what happened?" he asked.

"a strange man hit me with his car. he broke my leg too. I had to wobble over here." I giggled. I pointed down at my leg. "why are you here?"

"I got attacked by a doggie. the doggie killed my mommy." tears filled his only visible eye. I finished his pinky nail and pulled the blue boy in for a tight hug.

-

"yo, Y/n! you must be on some hard-core shit, I can see it on your face!" Larry laughed a little too loud.

"shut the fuck up, lanky bitch." I threw a pebble off the floor at him.

"you're on something?" sal questioned me.

"it was a long day." I giggled lightly, throwing another pebble at Larry after he threw the other one back. I flipped him off and leaned my head back on the bean bag, realizing the sun was just starting to rise.

"Shawn came over today." Larry didn't know he was abusive, all he knew was that he was a massive, super mega piece of shit. Larry and Sal groaned collectively, which made you laugh. "I know, right?"

"why don't you just dump him?" Larry sighed.

sal and I glared at eachother. we both knew it was because he would hurt me or someone else. bad. I shrugged. "I love him." I didn't.

-

this fanfiction is inspired by Light Shower by Melanie Martinez. I DO NOT OWN THE SONG!

[gilbirda]

The Impostor

For DPxDC Week!

Day 2: Mistaken Identity.

[Read on AO3]

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Finally, finally, she managed to convince Jason to take his damn medicines and lie down, his quiet snores slowly filling his bedroom. He looked so peaceful as he slept, one cheek pressed against the pillow and one hand reaching out to her - she had promised to stay at his side as he slept and took his hand to comfort him while the fever was still going down.

But he had eaten, his injuries were taken care of, no sign of infection and his temperature was fine. He just needed to sleep it off-

His phone started vibrating, startling her. She glanced at Jason since he was a light sleeper, but apparently the fever and the painkillers knocked him out enough to be dead (ha) to the world.

She checked the phone, not knowing who the caller was. Could be important, could be from his vigilante work. She picked it up.

“Boss!! We have a situation!” There were explosions in the background, and gunshots. “It’s an ambush! Argh-!”

The call disconnected.

Soon, the phone started receiving multiple messages - goons asking for help, details about the ambush from a gang that was trying to make Gotham their territory and had been harassing Jason and his people for a while, reports of injuries and losses.

This couldn’t wait, these people needed help from their boss. They didn’t know he had infiltrated the enemy base a few days ago and was still recovering. They didn’t know he couldn’t answer the call.

People were dying. People were going to die. If Jason didn’t do anything, they were going to lose.

But she couldn’t lose her boyfriend.

Not when they were doing so good after learning each other’s secrets. It had been rocky at first, discovering there were big parts of their lives they had been hiding; but in the end they discovered their love for each other was stronger than the hurt and decided to stay together. Their relationship was strong now, stronger than before.

Enough for her to know that Jason wouldn’t want her to reach the Bats for help.

The decision, in the end, wasn’t that difficult.

Jazz had helped Danny and the others fight ghosts since forever and she only stopped when she moved to Gotham for her new job. She was trained and was very resilient, she was liminal, and she knew enough about Red Hood’s patterns and modus operandi to make a decent imitation.

She also had inside information he had shared with her about this petty war with the new gang. Jazz knew who they were, where was their base of operations, who she had to take care of to make the war end. It shouldn’t be hard - Jason left them very weak after his assault a few days prior, and with the ambush to Red Hood’s base, they probably left their weak spots open to attacks.

She could do it. No sweat.

The only thing left to check was if his suit actually fit her. She was tall, an inch or two taller than Jason; but she wasn’t as big and muscular as him.

Only one way to know, she guessed.

Quietly and carefully, she fetched everything she would need from his room and started working on trying it on. She had helped put on (and take off, she thought with a slight blush) the suit enough times to know what to do.

It fit. Surprisingly, it fit too well. Who knew they were the same size? Kinda. In the shoulders part it was a bit too loose, especially the jacket, but nothing too obvious. Also the reinforced chest piece was firm enough that it masked her breasts if you didn’t look too closely.

Now, what to do with her hair…

An idea! It would have to do because she was in a hurry, but she had some wig caps from the last Halloween party - she went as Morticia Addams and had to wear that stuffy black wig for the whole night. It was worth it, but still.

Hair secured and gear in place, she checked that the weapons were all ready and strapped them on the holsters. Just in case, she also hid her retractable bo staff in the jacket.

Now, time to fake it till you make it.

***

Jason woke up with a start. What had woken him up? Why was he asleep? He remembered Jazz trying to make him eat some bland porridge stuff she made for him and then fighting her when she insisted he slept-

He really fell asleep, huh.

There was a buzzing sound in his bedroom, which was what woke him up. His phone.

Who the fuck was calling?

Rubbing the sleep away, he quickly went to check and maybe scream and whoever had the guts to wake him up at whatever time in the morning it was.

It was his older brother.

“What-”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Jason blinked slowly. He hadn’t done anything that deserved this reaction, not recently at least.

“Going after the Chiefs like that? Are you crazy?”

Huh. He did go after them a few days ago, he was still dealing with the fallout of a bad escape attempt, but nothing recent.

“What are you talking about? I’m at home right now.”

There was silence from the other end of the call.

“Check the news.”

Jason walked to his living room TV and turned it on, changing to the news channel and finding-

His eyebrows went to his hairline. Indeed, there was a live report in front of what Jason recognized as the Chief’s home base, where a live shootout was going on. Just as the reporter was trying to give a recap, there was an explosion in the background and the building kind of crumbled down on its own.

From the flames a figure emerged. One he was used to seeing in the mirror.

“What the fuck-”

Red Hood, in the flesh, grappling away from the destroyed base with a body tightly tucked under one arm. The impostor landed with a thud next to the reporter lady and nodded at her, dropping the unconscious body of the leader of the Chiefs and kicking him to make him roll to her feet. The man was beaten, gagged and tied up, watching with wide eyes at the impostor towering over him.

“And don’t even think about selling drugs to kids again.” The impostor said, the modulator masking anything about their own voice.

Jason narrowed his eyes, ignoring Dick’s screams from his phone about rushing into things and being reckless. There was something familiar about the other Hood, the way they held themself and were trying hard to imitate him in a way that would fool the untrained eye.

Other Hood did a salute at the camera and grappled away. The news channel switched back to the station as the anchors started discussing Red Hood’s latest antics. Jason switched off the TV.

“ - can’t believe this. Do you know-”

“That isn’t me, Dickolas.”

“Then tell me who the fuck desses up as you? Even better, who would steal a spare suit and impersonate you-”

“I don’t have spares. Just spare helmets. My spare was too fucked up to even think about repairs.”

Jason rushed back to his room, opening his drawers and checking that, indeed, his stuff was gone.

There were few people who had access to his apartment, even less who could enter his bedroom. And only one who knew him intimately enough to copy him this well.

The living room window carefully opened, the intruder quietly stepping into the room with a heavy sigh.

“Stuffy…” He heard his girlfriend’s voice, confirming his theory.

He hung up on Dick without warning and walked out of the bedroom, finding Jazz shaking her hair, red helmet in one hand and still wearing his suit. There were soot and scorch marks in the brown jacket, a gash on her leg that was already healing and one glove was stained red with blood.

Jazz stopped combing her hair and finally turned around, freezing when she saw him standing there watching her.

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Finally, she opened her mouth.

“I can explain.”

He lifted an eyebrow, eyes roaming her body and taking note of how it fit her so well. The only thing that could give away the deceit was her boobs, which he usually sang his praises about and loved to rest his head on, but were very noticeable now on her chest.

“Nice outfit.”

She blushed. “You aren’t mad?”

“No. I do have questions, though.” He licked his lips, doing another sweep. “And I’m kind of into this to be honest.”

Her blush got worse, she looked away. “I… There was an emergency and you needed to rest-”

“Okay.”

She looked back at him. “Okay?” Jazz tilted her head, confused.

His phone started vibrating again. It was Dick, probably to scream at him again, so he declined the call and threw his phone to the sofa, not caring if it landed in the cushions or not. His eyes were fixed on his girlfriend fiddling with the gloves, watching him, her lower lip between her teeth.

He needed to kiss her.

Fuck it.

He could blame it on the fever, maybe.

Jason made a run for it and jumped into her arms, circling his legs around her waist, grabbing her head and kissing her right on the lips. She laughed into the kiss, but responded accordingly, her hands under his butt and holding him secure against her body. God, she was so beautiful and strong and amazing-

“I think I see the appeal now.”

Her eyes shined with mischief. “Of what?”

“Everything. I want to rip the suit off you and eat you whole.”

She giggled again, kissing him softly on the lips.

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