#✭ ❛ Won’t it be unfair to throw it all away ? ※ PROMPTS.

[penkura]

Hi! I really do enjoy you’re One Piece prompts and I was wondering if you if could do one for Sanji and his s/o other having a snow ball fight and his reaction. Thank you, appreciate you.

Hii thank you!! I'm so glad everyone has enjoyed everything so far! This is such a cute idea, I almost held it for Christmas, but I got another idea that might connect with this so! For now, I hope you'll enjoy! :)

The very second you land on a winter island, you and Chopper are out on the snow covered beach immediately, along with Luffy who had been nearly bouncing off the walls of the ship when he heard snow could be seen. All three of you are beyond excited, once the Sunny is docked you’re off the ship and in the snow, Luffy flopping down right away, Chopper glad to be feeling the familiar chill of the air, and you’re simply happy for a change of pace. You’d been traveling through summer islands lately, all of you grateful for the refreshing and hydrating drinks Sanji would make for you, your last sunbathing session with Nami and Robin ended with you having a light sunburn, so you’re happy to be in a cooler climate.

You’re bundled up in your winter coat you picked up forever ago, Luffy doesn’t even notice the cold for a bit before he rushes back onto the ship for his coat while the rest of your crew, mostly, joins you outside. Sanji is still aboard making warm drinks for everyone and something for you all to snack on, even though you tried to get outside to enjoy the snow too.

“Come on, Sanji! You can’t stay on the ship the whole time!”

“And I won’t, my love,” Sanji chuckles when he sees your pout, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Let me just finish and I’ll be out there!”

You sigh a bit but nods, kissing his cheek before running back outside.

“You better be quick!”

You hear Sanji laugh and plan to go back to get him if he isn’t out there after five minutes, but Chopper convinces you to build a cute snowman with him first. It takes longer than you thought it would, you only stop when a stray snowball Usopp was throwing at Luffy hits you instead, dragging you into the game. It’s almost a snowball war instead of fight, once Luffy and Usopp gang up on you and Chopper, the four of you building forts to protect yourselves.

Sanji took longer than he thought he would to make drinks for everyone, your crewmates requested different things when he’d asked so it took some time. But once he finally finishes, Sanji steps outside to join you all just in time for a snowball to hit him right in the face and hear you gasp.

“Sanji, I’m so sorry!!”

You feel awful for hitting your boyfriend in the face with a snowball, watching while he shakes the snow off and gives you a smile with a wave. You know everything’s fine, Sanji would never be angry with you for missing your target with the snow, but when he bends down and scoops up some snow himself, you start to get nervous when he tosses it towards you and Chopper but you dodge it in time.

“Sanji’s on our side!!”

“How unfair, he’s my boyfriend!”

Sanji laughs and your snowball fight builds into even more of a war, at least until Luffy and Usopp get tired of it. That only happens because you and Sanji start to focus more on each other, not on purpose but it just happens. It’s the only time you could ever hope for Sanji to just let go and fight you, with snowballs that might hurt for a second but don’t leave anything lasting, it’s all for fun. Sanji even enjoys it because you’re laughing and enjoying yourself, though he knows you’re getting cold and tired when you start to slow down a bit, before falling backwards in the snow with a giggle.

“Have fun?” Sanji smiles when you nod, reaching his hand out to you, “Good. Let’s go in and get you a warm drink then, love.”

Although you do take his hand, you end up pulling Sanji down beside you, laughing when he shouts before sitting up beside you.

“Hey!”

“What?? You don’t wanna lay in the snow with me for a few minutes?”

He almost, almost says no, instead pulling you right beside him so you don’t get too much colder if he can help it.

“All right, beautiful, just a few moments. Then we’re taking you inside for a drink and a warm bath.”

“Mm okay…” You grin to yourself before saying, “Only if you’ll join me~”

Sanji nearly chokes on his breath at your suggestion, making you laugh once more.

If that’s where it leads, he’ll gladly join you for more snowball fights in the future. Maybe next time he’ll be on your team too.

[glossykissies]

maybe reader complaining about soldier boy smoking so he ties her up w a vibrator to her clit and smokes in front of her… 🤭 he’s so mean (we love it)

there wasn’t many things you hated, especially not when it came to soldier boy. you liked the things most people didn’t like about him — the fact he was ruthless, the fact he could be cold toward others, brutal. his character itself was perfect, and the more he was around you the happier you were.

what you couldn’t stand, was the smoking.

you get it, he comes from a different time before all the anti-smoking propaganda. he was mostly indestructible, so the health thing wasn’t exactly a concern— but he was getting too comfortable. smoking in your apartment, stinking up your pretty little living space — and that, you couldn’t do.

you come home from the bakery, baguette beneath your arm and a couple of moorish pastries bagged up in each fist ready to put away until you needed the snack — and there’s ben, staring pensively over the city, staring out your window, smoking.

“ben.” you pout, stopping your movements in putting away your purchases to lightly stomp your foot. “i told you.”

“told me what.” he hums, barely listening as he was clearly in deep thought. you huff, you hate when he got into these grumpy moods.

“you can’t just smoke in my apartment! atleast open a window.” you stomp over to the window beside him, pushing it open and staring at him pointedly. what you wanted to him to do, was chuck it out. but instead, he simply stares at you — taking a long drag. you purse your lips angrily, trying to think of another argument to make him speak atleast. “you know that’s bad for you.” you point your chin up, matter of factly. he reacts now, turning a little more toward you with a chuckle.

“for me? you do know i’m…” he taps a heavy fist over his lungs. “pretty indestructible, sweetheart.”

“okay, well have you considered that it’s bad for me? not everyone is a supe, you know.” you’re getting more and more hot and bothered by the fact he just won’t listen. he watches you before rolling his eyes up at the ceiling.

“you don’t seriously believe all that second-hand-smoke bullcrap, do you? god damn, what in the fuck are they teaching kids in school these days? school wasn’t that long ago for you now, was it?” his irritation turns to amusement as he smirks down at you cruelly, addressing the age gap between the two of you meanly.

“you’re being unfair.” you step closer, and he smiles, taking a drag before blowing a cloud of cigar smoke in your face.

“and what the hell are you gonna do about it, babyface?”

naturally, you throw a tantrum — and wind up right where you thought you might, on your bed with your legs spread. but your man isn’t between them, no. he’s pulling up a chair with a new cigar between his lips, having just finished tying you open on the bed, vibrator pressed firmly to your aching clit.

“now i’m not a bad guy, sweetheart.” he begins, voice rumbling deep making you clench around nothing. “am i? didn’t gag you, not yet anyway so you can fuckin’ respond when i speak.” he prompts, nodding to you before taking another long drag. the room is cloudy now, but not as cloudy as your brain.

“n—nuh—no!” you whine pathetically.

“too right. no. done a lot of bad things, sure. fucked up a loooot of people. but i’m not bad. not to you.” he pauses thoughtfully. another drag. you’re raw and aching and you just wanna cum but it’s just not enough. “so i think it’s fair… that i get to do whatever the fuck i want around here, and as long as i’m treating you like a pretty princess — you can’t tell me shit. does that sound fair to you?” he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows and you mewl. you want to say no. you don’t agree. but fuck, you loved him.

“yes!” you squeak.

“yes who?”

“yes sir.”

with that, he smiles slowly, reaching over and stubbing the cigar out on the ashtray he’d placed on your pretty pink dresser. standing, you finally see the length of him tenting his pants and you suddenly start feeling like maybe the little vibration he’s offered you is enough to make you cum, because you start throbbing.

ben cups your cheek, stroking a thumb over your forehead, then your cheek, and then tugs playfully at your bottom lip as you stare up, glassy eyed, whimpering and desperate. “sweet thing.” he tsks, giving in and kissing you.

he tastes like tobacco, and you don’t even mind.

[solarmorrigan]

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

Hi there! I'm sorry this took a bit to get out, but thank you for the prompt!

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

Prompt from this post

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Eddie doesn’t have the energy or brain capacity to give enough fucks to do much more than toe his shoes off at the door and jam his jacket onto their overburdened coat rack before stumping into the living room and flopping down to sprawl in the armchair with a groan.

“Long day?”

Lifting his head, Eddie looks over to find Steve stretched out on the couch, covered by the throw that Wayne had given them when they’d moved into this dinky little apartment, his glasses shoved up on top of his head, a book that Eddie had recommended to him still held open in one hand.

While Eddie had had to work, it had been Steve’s day off, and it looks like he’s made the most of it. He’s unfairly inviting, warm and soft and laid out like that – unfair, because he’s all the way across the living room.

“Long, long day,” Eddie agrees, letting his head drop back with a groan. “Why are you so far away?”

“I’m, like, five feet from you, Eddie,” Steve snorts.

“Too faaaar,” Eddie whines, raising one hand to grope at the air in Steve’s direction, grinning a little when he hears Steve laugh.

“It’s not my fault you picked the chair over the couch when you came in,” Steve says, and Eddie groans again.

He’s just considering gathering his strength to make one last stand and stumble over to the couch when he hears the flap of paper and the rustle of fabric against fabric and the shuffle of feet, and then–

“Move your legs, or I’m going to crush them.”

Eddie opens his eyes to see Steve standing over him, one knee poised on the edge of the chair and eyebrows raised expectantly. Slowly, Eddie drops one leg off the side of the cushion, making a space for Steve, who shakes his head but somehow manages to crunch himself up into the vacancy created in a way Eddie swears that someone as big as Steve shouldn’t be able to do.

He’s brought he blanket with him, and as soon as he’s got his ass and both feet planted on the chair, he unfurls it and drapes it over the both of them, trying to cover as many of Eddie’s starfished limbs as possible. Then he snuggles a little further into Eddie’s space, leaning up against his chest and resting his cheek against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Better?” he asks, and Eddie can feel his breath tickle the side of his neck.

It’s a stupid way to sit when the sofa really is just a few feet away. Eddie could get off his ass and they could both stretch out on the couch, and then the arm of Steve’s glasses wouldn’t be digging into Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie won’t end up sore from sitting all splayed out for so long, and Steve’s back won’t cramp up from being scrunched into such an awkward position.

Instead, Eddie brings a hand up and fits it under Steve’s chin, lifting his head so he can duck down and press his lips to Steve’s in a slow, soft kiss. He drops his other arm from the back of the chair and wraps it around Steve’s shoulders, cuddling him closer as he settles back into his sprawl.

“Better,” Eddie says.

[sky-fire-forever]

Happy Friday! Hows about "I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked." for any or all of the Kirkwall polycule. I'm not sure who counts as part of it but I am psyched to find out.

Thanks for the prompt! In my brain, the Kirkwall polycule is whatever combination of Hawke/Varric/Fenris/Merrill/Isabela/Anders + maybe Sebastian I feel like it is at any time. For @dadrunkwriting

This one is a little spicy, but it's mostly just flirty banter and nothing is too explicit.

My Hawke in this one is Angel Hawke who uses she/her pronouns.

The Hanged Man is full to bursting and Varric thinks that’s the way it should always be. It’s the night of his weekly game of Wicked Grace and the bets have been high tonight. Isabela has come away winning the most, with Varric right behind her, and Hawke on their heels. Everyone else has been losing pitifully. 

“I don’t understand why I’m so dreadful at this game!” Merrill exclaims with a pout. “I could’ve sworn I was getting better.” 

“I’ve told you before, Kitten.” Isabela leans over her girlfriend’s shoulder to snag one of her cards. “It’s because I cheat.” 

“Keep betting, Daisy,” Varric suggests. “I’m sure you’ll win if you put enough gold on the table.”

Merrill shoots a glare at Varric and the whole table laughs. “I’m not stupid, you know,” she says with her nose in the air. “And I think I’ve lost quite enough money for one night.”

Hawke whines, teetering on the edge of her stool. “Come on, don’t be like that.” She throws an arm around Merrill’s shoulders. “One more round!” 

“I’m in,” Anders says. “I’m determined to win back some of my dignity.”

“That’ll be hard to do with how extensively our opponents cheat,” Fenris says dryly. 

“You say that like you haven’t been cheating this whole time,” Varric counters. “Both of you.” 

“Me? Cheat?” Anders puts a hand to his chest. “Never! That would be unjust.” He winks at Varric across the table. 

Hawke laughs so hard she nearly topples to the floor, only remaining upright because Fenris steadies her stool. “And that’s enough spirits for you, I think.” 

Hawke protests as he takes her mug and chugs its contents. “Unfair! Anders, make your boyfriend behave.” 

“Oh, so he’s my boyfriend when you’re upset with him?” Anders asks teasingly. 

“He’s whoever’s boyfriend who will make him give me my alcohol back.” 

“Oh, well, in that case.” Isabela snatches the mug from Fenris’ grip. “I would very much like to be with a handsome elf.” She bats her eyelashes at him as she returns Hawke’s drink to her.

Hawke giggles and Varric can’t stop smiling. “If we’re not in the mood to lose any more coin tonight, I’ve got an idea,” he says. “How about we bet clothes instead of coin?” 

Merrill’s attention is immediately grabbed. “You can do that?” 

“Sure, if everyone’s game.” 

“We’re in public, dwarf,” Fenris points out and when did Isabela find her way into his lap? 

“I’m sure Corff won’t mind.” He’s willing to pay him enough that he won’t mind. “Or we can always take this to my room.” He doesn’t bother keeping the suggestion from his voice.

“Varric, you aren’t sneaky,” Hawke says with a laugh. 

“Hey, you’re the one who wants Daisy to play another round! I just want you to be happy.” He grins. “And perhaps a little bit naked.” 

She laughs and shakes her head. “Well, I’m in.” 

“As am I,” Fenris says. 

“Me too!” Merrill hurriedly adds. 

“Why not?” Anders grins. 

“I’m just glad Aveline isn’t here.” Isabela snuggles against Fenris’ chest. 

Varric grins. “Excellent, then I’ll deal.” He shuffles the cards, determined to win. 

[emraev1212]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @bludazey !!

This is a very rough draft for a oneshot I wrote a couple months ago. I was thinking about what Astarion’s pov might’ve looked like and this just came out of me.

(Makes a bit more sense after reading the first part, but probably not necessary.)

They all play by the campfire. Someone tells a joke and the others laugh. Some push and shove, petty fights devolving into chasing around the fire.

Astarion is no stranger to fools. He’d spent the better part of the last two hundred years luring them. And by the gods, they all act like fools, but none of them would’ve taken his bait.

All of them are stronger than they seem. Smarter.

And yet, they look to one before the rest. Their fearless leader.

Who is so very different from them. So different, it’s painful. How did she become leader? She pretends to be good and kind and the others eat up her whole charade. She plays as one of them, and once she’s done enough to cement her status, she falls back.

Different from the others indeed, but so painfully familiar.

But her performance is pitiful. She blunders through half of her interactions. Even now, she sits and simply watches the fire instead of maintaining her status. How does she do it?

How can she put so little effort in and still reap the rewards?

It’s unfair.

It’s unfair that she is who he must target. Because she has the others wrapped around her little finger and if he could attach himself to her, the others would be forced to keep him.

It’s unfair that his target has become his opponent. That she understands that this is a game and yet she’s so horrendous at it. She treats him as if any of this is real. She acknowledges the game, and yet she still plays it on the same terms.

It’s insulting. She thinks she can beat him without even trying.

It’s infuriating that he doesn’t even know what she wants from him. Why does she bother? He has nothing more to give than his daggers in battle. He’s used to using his body as a bargaining chip, but he’d rather not go there yet. He can hardly stand speaking to her, much less sleeping with her. They’re both fake, but at least when he flaunts it around, it’s funny, another lure.

She’s given so much: her sword, her “kind” words, her blood. All he can do now is wait for her to collect her favors and hope he can endure them. He must, after everything he’s done.

What’s the worst she could ask of him?

She stands now, moving and jumping and calming the wizard. Then she scurries away in Astarion’s direction.

So he fixes himself, unassuming, yet enticingly up to no good, ready for the next round of the game.

She stands before him, silent. Astarion takes the lead and throws out a witty line.

But she doesn’t respond as she should. Instead, she stumbles through the dance. How can someone be so arrogant? Does she not see him as someone worthy of tricking? Why bother with him at all, if that’s the case.

Though, it’s not exactly stumbling. She seems more like she’s in a daze, eyes staring far beyond him.

How peculiar.

So he invites her to sit, to properly begin the game. Yet she still won’t participate, only sitting and staring. Honestly, why is she even here if she isn’t going to play?

He prompts her once more, and then there she goes, acknowledging the game to his face. “I’m not in the mood for games tonight.” It’s mockery. It can’t be anything else. How can she say such things and pretend they hold no weight?

He keeps his annoyance firmly beneath his mask, and prompts more conversation. As long as she’s talking, she’s giving him information. If she talks long enough, maybe there will be something of use.

Finally, she gives him something to work with, saying, “Because I need to be alone.”

But what is he supposed to do with that? Is that supposed to be some kind of poorly-formed innuendo? What does she want from him? He’s known both wolves and sheep in his long unlife, but she doesn’t fit perfectly into either category.

She is watchful, like him. She knows exactly what to say and do to keep the others content. She has the senses to sniff out other predators in her midst. Yet she acts so pathetic, brazenly displaying all her vulnerabilities to the world. Especially when there is nothing for her to gain from it. It’s like she’s asking to be devoured. It would’ve been so easy to deliver her to Cazador.

But sheep don’t ask to be slaughtered.

So it all must be an act.

And the act is flawless, which is what pisses him off the most. He can’t get a solid grip on what exactly her true intentions may be. He senses nothing malicious, but nothing quite altruistic either. Like she has no intentions at all.

Infuriating, but he still plays his part. “And yet you’ve come to me,” he muses, an indirect attack.

Her elaboration reveals nothing. Why is this the narrative she’s chosen? Playing the poor, broken soul. How can she acknowledge his nature and still pretend she wants, what? His pity? It’s a hilariously ridiculous ploy. He must not be seeing the whole picture because what could she possibly gain from his pity?

They have a quick back and forth. Presence seems to return to her as she bickers with him. It’s an easy role for him to fall into, the sarcastic, comedic companion.

But then she says something baffling, as she always does. “I don’t mind that you’re looking for weaknesses. Something to use against me, should the need arise. It’s alright.”

On his last nerve, he decides to play her game, to dance around in the truth. “And isn’t that fascinating?”

She has the gall to play stupid. “What is?”

He’s had enough of this. He pushes in with a direct attack, answering, “That you would put yourself at a disadvantage for seemingly no good reason.”

She shrinks away, in what he can only assume is offense. But then she speaks, insisting on her ridiculous story. “Oh. It won’t matter in the end. I’ll likely give you whatever you’re angling for regardless of what cards you play. The flirting and scheming really is a waste of your time. It’s all rather unnecessary.”

The words scream defense, like his blow landed how he intended, but all he can read is that incessant hopeless act. He’s going to rip out his hair at this rate. How can she be like this?

“And you’d just give me whatever I want for nothing in return?” He practically screams.

Then she drops her face into her hands, crying. Her tears seem so eerily real… He can almost believe that she’s being genuine. But who could say the things she says and not be lying? Who could reveal themselves like that so foolishly? She just goes on and on about how weak and pathetic she is. But one line settles uncomfortably in him like a putrid rat.

“Please,” she sobs, begging, pleading, “please use me kindly.”

She says the words like she’s staring into the open maw of the wolf. A lamb waiting to be sacrificed on the altar. So utterly complacent in her own slaughter.

Like she’s already dead.

The realization is like ice sliding down his back. She hasn’t been playing at all. She’s been humoring him. Standing in the rain as the storm rolls in, ready to be swept away.

She’s so ready to be swallowed whole, yet now she begs the wolf for mercy, putting her fate in his jagged claws.

It’s the opportunity of a lifetime on a silver platter. She said it herself, she really is the perfect target.

He’s never had a choice before. He still doesn’t, not truly. He needs this group to survive. Despite all her willingness to give up, he needs her strength and status. And why should he be kind anyway? It’s not like he ever got a break because he asked nicely.

And to think he thought they were similar in any way. The idea gnaws at his stomach, like a beast clawing its way out of him. No. They are not the same.

He can’t bear to think about it, so he acts.

He reaches for her, unsure exactly how to give her what she wants. Comfort was never something he had experience with.

She follows his hands, crawling into his lap, burying herself into him. One hand trails up to play with her hair in a way he knew most conquests enjoyed afterwards. His other hand holds her close to him.

Her tears seem to calm at the movements, so he figured he was doing something right.

This is… bearable. The proximity is uncomfortable, but merely holding her is far from the worst thing he could be doing. Though his muscles tense, his insides threaten to tear apart, his chest tightens.

He will use her however he needs in return for this… intimacy. Yes. This is something he can do.

“Alright,” he finally answers. “I accept your terms.”

The way she trembles and cries in his arms reminds him of so many memories he dare not entertain.

He will do this. He will do this because he must. Once he’s done, once he’s free, he’ll leave her alone.

I might clean it up and post it. Probably won’t get around to it though 😅

Tags! @jellymellydraws @riskpig @vixstarria @inkymoonbunny

[pluttskutt]

prompt: character(s) of your choice, some soft but angsty hurt/comfort, and the concept of "lingering" (touches, gazes, whatever you like!) — jade @keyboardandquill

Hi Jade! Thank you so much for the prompt @keyboardandquill ! I'm afraid it got away from me and the lingering is more subtle but in my humble opinion it's still there.

Characters: Birk/Jake WIP: Shadow Children Word count: 962

The stench of burnt flesh lingers in the air when the band of outlaws arrive at the camp. Even if they got the message sooner they couldn’t have saved them all, but maybe one would have been enough. They’ll never know.

Up on the hill they find that the tower has been wrecked to smithereens. Boulders and stones spread around the burnt grass. Warm wind plays with their lose clothing as they stand around it, like one would stand around the dead, and it seems unfair that the sun is shining so bright upon the destruction.

They turn around to walk away. Jake feels his foot sink down, and stops. “There’s a cellar… guys! Guys there’s a cellar!” The tower has crumbled and fallen in on itself. Maybe the one who sent the signal is trapped below. Maybe they can save at least one person.

He’s tearing at boulders and rocks to move them but he’s week and tired from their journey. The ground crumbles beneath his feet but he’s determined to know if there’s a survivor beneath the debris. An image of a lifeless body with messy black hair flashes through his mind. Maybe he’s alive. Maybe. Please, let him be. He’s not sure what could be listening because he’s not sure this world has any Deities but he’s asking for anything that can hear him to let it be him, and to let him be alive down there.

Silently, Lucy and Loke helps him carry debris aside. She’s not as strong as before and she stumbles now again but she’s determined. The three of them carry on until Loke shouts that he’s found the way down; what once might have beens a cellar door down to the darkness below.

The roof of the cellar held up. Even with the countless bombs and the weight of the fallen tower, it held up. They secure a rope to the ground and decide that Jake climbs down. He uses the flashlight on the vest he got from Lucy to light up his way down. She won’t go now that she’s missing her good arm so she stays up there, feeling utterly useless.

Splinters of wood, debris, and two beams cover the stone floor. But the roof still holds.

“Hey!” Loke calls out before Jake’s feet touches solid ground. He shuts his eyes when the flashlight blinds him as Jake turns around. “Careful of electrical wires. This was the communication tower. Scream if you need help.” Not that he’s the first one to jump into action at a scream and he’s not fast down a rope but he can throw rocks pretty decently.

“Got it!” Jake shouts back up. A loud splash echoes around him when he unhocks himself from the rope. The flashlight gives out for a moment and he doesn’t like that because he knows what it means when technology starts giving out. Something is coming. Something that they can’t possibly fight in their condition, but they’ll have to.

“Found anything? Anyone?” Loke yells from above. Hopelessness wraps around his throat like a hand wanting to strangle him. Eyes wide, he turns to look at Lucy who has her back turned on him and watches the forest thick with trees surrounding them.

The flashlight goes dim the farther in Jake ventures. It flashes over two boots in the water. His heart skips a beat and he rushes over. Even when covered in debris, grey from dirt, he knows those patched pants from anywhere. “Birk?” he tries, sweeping over his body in the dim light of the flashlight. An iron pipe goes through his left thigh. Shit.

“Jake! We gotta go!” Loke yells after him from above.

He ignores the yelling and searches for a pulse. It’s difficult when all he hears is his own pulse raging in his ears. “I’ve got Birk!” he yells back up, and he’s pretty sure he can hear Loke curse at that. “He’s hurt! I don’t think I can carry him…” it’s whispered in defeat because he refuses to leave him but he can’t do it. Not when he’s hurt.

Gently, he reaches out two fingers to touch his forehead. There’s so much he wants to say. Most of all he wants to apologise for not being here. He should have been.

Two tired eyes flutter open, searching the dark. They blink at the blinding light from the flashlight. A pair of green eyes watches him and he wants to ask them to not leave but can’t find the strength within him to move his lips and form the words. Even moving his hand to stop them from leaving is impossible. But it no longer hurts. One blink and it’s all black.

A loud scream breaks through the darkness and forces his eyes open in a room that’s too bright for comfort. He’s dripping with sweat, burning up from the inside. It takes a while for him to realise that the screaming person that won’t shut up is himself.

“Birk! Birk!” Jake grabs his hand. “Look at me, look at me, hey, look at me.” He’s doing his best to stay calm and keep his tone low. He’s got blood all over him so he’s sure it’s not a pretty sight but he smiles anyway, depleted from their long journey up that hole.

Birk says nothing. He reaches out his hand and touches Jake’s jaw, running them across his stubble. “You found me,” a whisper, barely audible, but it’s all he can muster.

“Always,” Jake responds, not missing a beat, and grabs his hand in his. He sees the eyelids fall shut again, hand heavy in his, but warm to touch. He reaches out his other hand and brushes his fingers through the damp black hair. “Always.”

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[supercorpkid]

PRIDE 🏳️‍🌈

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Alex Danvers x Reader, Nia Nal x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader, Reader insert.

Word Count: 3330.

Notes: @lenaismylife prompted me this and I got carried away, hope you guys like it.

“Oh, come on, Kara. Please!” You beg, blinking your owlish eyes at her, knowing she would absolutely not be able to say no. “I never ask you for anything!”

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” Kara smiles at the lie, making you chuckle in response.

“I’m begging you. Don’t you have a heart?” You plead with your hands and throw in an extra pout so you can sensitize her.

“I have a huge heart, back off.” She defends herself, trying to ignore your pout in front of her by looking down to her food. “I just don’t get why you want me there.” She gets it, but it’s deflecting. “Alex, Kelly, Nia, Brainy, you know, everyone is going to Pride.”

“Exactly. All of our friends will be there, and you won’t?” You’re starting to really get annoyed by her lack of empathy for you. You’ve been talking about Pride for months. You and Nia went shopping for costumes and glitter and you can’t wait to celebrate with your own kind, and your best friend can’t even join you? “Even Lena is going, and she is like, super private.”

“Y/N.” Kara whines your name out of her lips. “I have to work. You know that. There were so many Supergirl’s emergencies these past few days, and then my real work at CatCo is falling way behind and what kind of boss will I be if I don’t lead by example?”

“The kind of boss who prioritizes her best friend once in a lifetime?”

“Hey.” She gets really offended by that, by the way her forehead’s crinkle shows up. “I prioritize you all the time.”

Kara reaches for your arm, crossed in front of your body, stroking all the length of it until she reaches your hand.

“Please, don’t be like that. You know I hate when you’re sad but try to see it from my side.” She gives your hand a light squeeze, and you look up to her with a frown on your face.

“You’re just scared.” You blurt out and immediately regret doing so. You don’t want to explain yourself.

“Of-Of Pride?” She furrows her eyebrows. “Why would I be scared of going to Pride?”

The answer is on the tip of your tongue. She might be scared of finally having to come out of this fucking closet she’s been hiding herself for so long. You bite your tongue.

“You know what, never mind, Kara.” You get up from her couch, making your way to where you left your things by the door.

“No, no. Wait.” Kara gets up when she sees you’re threatening to leave her house. “Y/N, baby, please, wait.”

You hate when she does that. God, it’s so unfair that she can call you ‘baby’ and make your heart skip a beat, and almost leave your body right after, and not even acknowledge how you’re feeling. She isn’t stupid. She has super hearing for fucks sake. She knows exactly how this little nickname makes you feel, and yet she insists on using it, even though she is incapable of telling you how she truly feels about you.

“Look, it’s fine.” You turn around with a scowl that lets her know that it is not fine. “You have to work, so go work. I’ll leave you to it, so no one will think less of you. Well, at least no one at CatCo, right?”

She is already in front of you when you close your mouth, and her hand is making way to your face. No. She doesn’t get to touch you after all of this. You take a step back before her hand reaches you.

“I don’t want to disturb you. Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to go to Pride with me.” You open the door of her apartment and step out. You wish you had stopped there. You wish you had stormed out and that would be it. But you’re so annoyed and mad, the next words fall from your mouth without you being able to hold them back.  “Actually, you know what, Kara? You don’t have to go anywhere with me ever again.”

“What? Y/N, no, come on. Y/n, please.” But her protests are left unanswered after you run downstairs in a hurry.

She doesn’t run after you and you’re so thankful for that. You don’t think you can talk to her right now, because you’ll definitely not be able to stop your raging mind and your mean words from leaving your mouth.

“I don’t get her, Alex.” Kara whines, after having flown to her sister’s house for advice.

“You-you don’t get Y/N?” Alex asks, shooting a long and tired look at Kelly. “You don’t understand why she wants you to go to the Pride parade with her?”

“No! I mean, yeah, I guess she wants me to go ‘cause everyone else is going, but-”

“Oh, Kara, really?” Alex sighs, tired and frustrated with the conversation already. How many times she’ll have to put it all right in front of Kara’s face and wait for her to connect the dots? “That’s the only reason you think she wants you to attend Pride with her?”

“I don’t get her, Nia!” You complain, letting out a loud grunt right after. “Why won’t she come out already?”

“You know everyone has their own time. Sometimes it takes a while, Y/N. We can’t force Kara out of the closet.” Nia says, without raising her head to the adjusts she is making to her superhero suit so it’s colorful like the trans flag.

“I don’t want to force her out of the closet. I just can’t take any more candle lit dinners, holding hands everywhere, and the way she calls me baby.” You throw yourself on her couch. “If I have to cuddle her to sleep on more night, breathing her in, without lowering my hand and-”

“Hey, yo, dude, come on. I don’t wanna hear that.” Nia finally looks up at you. “Do you think Kara might be leading you on?”

“Of course I’m not leading her on, Alex! What kind of question is that?” Kara grunts ever so riled up that Alex would suggest that. “I just love her so much; I want to be close to her all the time!”

“Ugh, I-I can’t!” Alex throws her arms up, showing that she has given up. Kelly holds her hand, trying to calm her. “What?” She defends herself from Kelly’s look. “She can’t see it. She is blind to it. There’s nothing I can say.”

“Ok. Kara,” Kelly calls her, and she raises her head from her hands, embarrassed. “You said you love her…” Kara agrees with her head. “Don’t you love me, Lena, and Nia?”

“Of course!”

“Yet, you don’t want to be close to us all the time. Especially not physically. What’s the difference with Y/N?”

“I don’t know what’s different about her, Nia.” You let out a heavy breath. “I just know that I love her more than anyone I’ve ever loved before.”

“Y/N is, she is, I mean her smile brightens up my days. And when she is around I just want her to know that she makes me happy, happier, than I’ve ever been.” Kara eyes gleam when talking about you.

“Kara has this power of making any shitty day be awesome instead. And it’s like she can read me perfectly.”

“I can read her perfectly, yeah, because I’ve memorized every single one of her expressions, and how her heart beats, and the sounds that leave her mouth when she is frustrated, or happy, or sad. And I can hear any of those sounds for days. Really, I would hear Y/N talk forever.”

“She is the person I run to whenever something bad happens and I need a hug, but she is also the person I run to when something amazing happens to me and I want to share it with someone. Kara is my best friend. No offense, Nia.”

“So, no, Kelly. I can’t tell you what’s different about Y/N, all I know is that every day I wake up thinking of ways to make her happy.”

“I just wish Kara would let me make her happy. That’s all.”

“You know, Kara. I’m not saying your relationship with Y/N is the same, all I know is that those are the words I use to describe my relationship with your sister.” Kelly looks at her with a sweet smile. “You know, Alex is the person I want to see at the end of each day. The person I want to tell everything that happened to me. The person who makes me happy, and who I want to make happy forever.”

“So, Alex is your best friend too?” Kara asks and Alex rolls her eyes so hard, it’s physically painful.

“Goddamnit Kara!” Alex snaps at her. “I’m her wife! The reason why she feels all of that towards me is because she is in love with me. Yeah, she loves me and likes me too, but it’s more. It’s being in love! How’s it possible you haven’t realized that yet? Haven’t you been in love before?”

“Oh.” Kara’s mouth stays agape for quite some time, while she thinks about everything that was just said.

“This might take a while.” Alex gets up from the couch. “I’ll go check on Esme.”

“I’ll take the dishes out of the dishwasher.” Kelly gets up as well when they see that Kara is unmoving for a while now. “Hopefully this helped her get there.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Nia reaches for your hand, giving you a forced smile. “I wish I could tell you it will get easier but falling in love with their straight friend is every lesbian worst nightmare.”

“Tell me about it.” You take a deep breath.

You’re tired of being led on by Kara Danvers. That’ll be pretty, nice, awesome girls at Pride. It’s time you completely move on from this weird obsession with your best friend. If she wants to play straight for the rest of her life, well that’s with her. You’re out and proud and won’t wait for her anymore.

“Maybe I’ll meet someone nice at the parade.”

“That’s the spirit!” Nia smiles, looking more excited. “Oh, you know what? There’s this new cute girl at CatCo and she’s queer! Maybe I can text her to see if she’s going to Pride. She can meet us there.” She suggests, raising her eyebrows a couple of times for effect.

“Sure, why not! I’m single and it’s past the time for me to mingle.” You say, earning a celebratory ‘yassss queen’ from Nia, and not five seconds later she is already texting her friend.

It’s not lunchtime yet, but Kara is almost making a hole on the floor from tapping her feet so insistently while counting back the minutes. CatCo is buzzing today, like it does every Friday, but she can’t focus on anything when she so desperately needs to see you. Screw that, she can’t wait any longer.

She gets out of her office, making her way to Nia’s desk so she can explain why she is leaving now in case anyone else asks. But she can see that Nia is busy talking to the new girl.

“So, I’ll meet you guys at Pride?” Anya asks and Kara stops, halfway to Nia’s desk so she can listen. She can’t believe even the new girl is joining her friends at the parade and she isn’t.

“Yes, God, I can’t wait for you to meet my friend. Did I show you a picture of her already?” Nia grabs her phone on top of the table, and Kara’s heart beats almost out of her body in anticipation. What friend? Why is Nia introducing Anya to anyone in their group of friends? “She is, seriously, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen.”

Kara’s eyes widened. Nia has to be talking about you.

Nia types on her phone while still talking. “Her hair is gorgeous,”

Kara’s breath stops in her lungs because she knows you sure have gorgeous hair, alongside everything else. But wait, Nia might not even be talking about you. It could be about, um, Lena, maybe?

“She has this giant Japanese anime eyes,”

Her heart stops. She calls them owlish eyes. Oh no.

“Here, just look at her.”

Kara zooms in on the picture on Nia’s phone and oh, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. Nia cannot possibly be setting you up with another girl right when she finally realizes her feelings for you.

“She is gorgeous.” Anya agrees with a smile. “Any red flags I should know about?”

“Ummm,” Nia thinks, and Kara wants to scream that you don’t have any red flags. That you’re perfect and Anya would be the luckiest girl on Earth if you even dared to glance at her. “Yeah, she falls in love with straight girls.”

“I mean, if any lesbian were to tell me she hasn’t, I’d call her a liar.” They laugh together, but Kara’s body is still tense up. “Is she in love with one now?”

“She is ready to move on from this obsession. Can’t get stuck waiting for a straight girl to get out of the closet forever, right?”

It dawns her. You’ve been waiting for her for so long. Oh my God, has she been unintentionally leading you on? Well, not anymore, it’s time to do something about it.

“Hey! We’re at Pride!” Lena bumps your shoulder with hers. “Everyone is happy, colorful and celebrating.” She analyzes you for a second. “And you, my friend, are looking like the opposite of all those things.”

“I’m wearing a rainbow outfit, Lena. Can’t get any more colorful than that.”

“You know what I mean.” She raises her eyebrows at you, and you sigh, defeated. “Besides,” Lena points at Nia with her head. “Nia told me you have a cute date coming. You’re going to scare her off with your eyebrows permanently pinched together like that.”

Like she can sense you have been talking about her, Nia comes closer with her phone in hands.

“Y/N, Anya is really sorry but there was a work thing at CatCo and she won’t be able to join us.”

“UGH.” You grunt. You didn’t know you could be more upset until now. “I swear to God, CatCo is ruining my life!”

“Hey! Don’t blame the whole company!” Nia defends her workplace. “Blame who’s really responsible for this.”

“Kara Danvers.” You growl her name, infuriated.

“Yes, baby?” You hear behind yourself that silvery voice you’re so familiar with. And no matter how hard you’re trying to be angry at her, at the sound of her, your heart does a loop inside you, showing you how your body is ever so excited you’ll get to see her.

“YOU.” You turn around, pointing a finger and looking daggers at her. “You have got to stop ruining my life!”

Nia and Lena, knowing this conversation won’t be pretty, slide away from you two, going to meet the rest of the group.

“Me?” Kara plays it coy. “How am I ruining your life?”

“You don’t want me, and you won’t even let me move on!” God, you hate her so much you don’t even care about spilling the beans anymore. “You keep saying I’m your soulmate, and your baby-”

“You are my baby.” She whispers, carefully.

“But you don’t do anything about it! And then, when I finally decide I want to move on from this painful and wounding situation, you just won’t let me do it.”

“Hey.” Kara’s hands make way to your face, as she cleans your tears with her thumbs, while cupping your face between her hands.

“Just let me move on.” You beg woefully.

“I can’t do that, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” You whine like a hurt puppy, crying some more.

“Because you’re my soulmate, and my baby, and my best friend; You’re the face I want to see every morning when I wake up, and every night before I fall asleep; the one I want to tell jokes to, just so I can see your smile; you’re the one that makes my heart beat almost out of my chest and, Y/N, wait, Y/N, where are you going?”

She catches your hand before you go too far.

“I’m not done, please.” She pleads, following your face, trying to make you look at her.

“God, Kara, I can’t-I just-” She lowers her head, appearing in your eyesight no matter how hard you try to ignore her. “I can’t do this anymore. You are either in love with me or you aren’t. I can’t play these games anymore, it’s-”

“I’m in love with you.” Kara urges.

“It’s breaking my heart just being your best friend. I didn’t want to make you choose, but-”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.” She repeats.

“But God, you have to choose! You either have all of me or none.” You stop talking and look up to her. Kara is smiling and it’s so annoying that you’re crying because of her and she is here looking like everything is fine. But her smile brings butterflies to your stomach, regardless.

“Are you done?” She makes sure and you nod in agreement. “Great, ‘cause I’ve been trying to tell you for a while now that I’m in love with you.” Your eyes widen. Did she-Did she just say that? “I’ve been in love with you for so long and I was so stupid, but I’ll not let you move on from me, not when you’re in love with me and I’m in love with you. Rao, I really am in love with you.”

“JUST KISS HER!”

Someone yells in the back and you hear excited cheers and people chanting the word ‘kiss’.

“Can I?” She asks.

“Please.”

You have dreamed about kissing Kara many times. It’s insane how much, actually. But you would never think that on your first kiss, you would have your legs wrapped around her torso, in the middle of the Pride parade, while everyone cheers and throws glitter and confetti at both of you.

“I’m so in love with you, baby.” She whispers so close to your mouth; you can feel her breath on you.

“I’m in love with you.” It’s great to finally say it. It’s great to finally hear it. And it’s amazing that now you can just kiss your love into her. So you do. You kiss and kiss, then kiss some more, until the two of you are no longer interesting to everyone around.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize. I promise I’ll spend the rest of my days making up for that.”

“The rest of your days, huh.” You tease while Kara puts you back on the ground.

“Oh, please. Like you didn’t know you were stuck with me for life.” Kara holds your hand, stealing a kiss from your lips, while you hum in agreement.

“Oh my God, finally!” Alex cheers coming closer, and soon the both of you are enveloped in all of your friends’ arms, hearing different versions of this same sentence. Oh yeah, finally indeed.

“Hey, is that a Supergirl balloon with her cape being the LGBTQIA+ flag?” Kara points at it and you agree with your head.

“Yes, baby, everyone knows you’re gay. You were the last one to find out.” You joke and she chuckles before kissing the tip of your nose.

“At least I got there.” She tries.

“At least you did.” You smile, reassuring, and Kara kisses you one more time for good measure.

God, you love Pride.

Nia: Hey Anya! Quick update on all things Pride... Turns out that Y/N’s straight friend isn’t straight, so she showed up at Pride, declared her love, and now they’re dating! There is a lot of footage of them on twitter, and just so you know from me first, her ‘friend’ is actually our boss Kara. Ok! Have a good time at work! See you Monday :)

[holylulusworld]

Board Games

Written for @flamencodiva​‘s Diva’s Writing Challenge 2. My prompt was: “Quick, hide behind the sofa!”

Square filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Best friend’s brother

Summary: Dean and you try to have fun.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, boredom, board games, nakedness, strip poker, cocky Dean, (very) implied smut, a hint o fluff, mentions of injuries

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,7 k

2022 SPN FLUFF BINGO masterlist

“No, I’m not going to stay here for another week,” you whine as Sam tells you that you and Dean cannot leave the bunker for another week. “We are healthy again, look.” You lift your arm, huffing as Sam crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m fine.”

“Two weeks ago, you almost got your arm ripped out, young lady,” chuckling at Sam’s pissed expression you glance up at the tall hunter. “No more hunts for you and Dean before you are healed.”

“Sammy, I’m fine,” Dean grumbles from the other side of the infirmary. The hunter broke two fingers and three ribs during your last hunt. Now he’s itchy to get out of the bunker and kill…well, anything. He even considers chasing after the little bug crawling up the walls. “Let us out, Doctor Winchester.”

“I said no,” Sam retorts.

“Aw, you only want to go on that hunt with Eileen to get laid. Don’t you lie to us, Samuel keeping us hostage Winchester,” you point a finger at Sam.

“That’s not my middle name, Y/N,” the hunter smirks as he points at something he placed on your bed. “You’ve got snacks, board games, a TV, Netflix, and alcohol-free beverages. Have fun.”

“Pie!” Dean calls from the other end of the infirmary again. “Bring me some pie if you want me to stay here.” The hunter mutters under his breath. He feels much better. His ribs are barely bruised anymore and his fingers, well he’s got three more to kill monsters. “Sammy, pie.”

“I got pie too,” you chuckle as Sam walks out of the room to get a huge paper bag full of snacks that he tugged under his left arm while balancing a box with pie in his other hand. “There you go, Dean. Snacks, pie, games, and nice company.”

“I got two broken fingers and bruised ribs, man,” the hunter huffs, but moves slowly toward your bed. He doesn’t give away that his ribs still hurt and that he likes to have a few days off. It was a close call this time. The monster almost punctured his lung.

“You will stay here and won’t go out there to hunt things,” Sam insists. “I’ll lock you in if I must.” Dean considers his brother’s words while glancing at the food. “Choose. Food, games, and Y/N, or I’ll lock you in the dungeon.”

“This must be true brotherly love,” you greedily take the paper bag full of goods out of Sam’s hands. “Fine, I’ll stay for a few days longer, Sir.”

“Dean,” the younger brother searches Dean’s face while the hunter is busy snatching the pie out of Sam’s hands. “Pie it is then.”

“Dude, you cheated,” Dean points at the Sorry! board, frowning as you won the next round. “Admit it, sweetheart.”

“How do you cheat at Sorry!, Winchester?” you quip, smirking as you bump his pawn back to its color start area and take its space. “No one can cheat at that stupid game.”

“You just did!” he grunts, throwing his pawn to the ground while pouting like an angry child. “I don’t play with you ever again.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you are bad at board games, Dean,” the hunter cocks his head to angrily glare at you. “Don’t give me that look, Winchester. You wanted to play that game.”

“I wanted to play poker,” while you stuff more popcorn into your mouth, Dean removes the board from your bed to place poker cards in the middle of your mattress. “See, we could try to make the game more interesting.”

“Interesting you say,” you glance at the cards, smirking. “I will get all of your money and the rest of your pie.”

“No, sweetheart. We will play strip poker,” he snickers as you glance at Dean. He’s wearing at least three layers and you are only in your shirt and bra. “I will steal all of your clothes tonight.”

“That’s unfair. You’ve got more clothes on Dean,” you complain loudly. “If we are doing this, you’ll raise me two-hundred bugs, Sir.”

“I want to see naked skin, not money,” damn him. Dean flashes you a smile, chuckling as you push against his shoulders. “I can give you one of my plaids, Y/N.”

“I won’t play strip poker with you. How about monopoly?” he shakes his head. “Come on, it will be fun, Dean. We can play poker next time.”

“How about strip monopoly? The first one having a hotel will see naked skin,” Dean flashes you a cocky grin and you roll your eyes. “This way, it’ll be even more fun.”

“No, we won’t take our clothes off. My last word.”

“I raise you fifty bugs, half of my pie and I’ll take one sock off right now,” he’s determined to see you naked, so, Dean will try anything to make you cave in. 

“No.”

“Fifty-five bugs, half of my pie and I’ll take both socks off. My last offer,” you chuckle at his eagerness. “Don’t be a spoilsport. Play with me, sweetheart.”

“I will play strip poker with you if you agree to play monopoly with me first,” crossing your arms over your chest you grin at Dean. “Take it or leave it…”

Two hours later, ...

“That’s impossible,” Dean chuckles as you angrily throw the last money onto the mattress. “How could you win? HOW? You cheated, Winchester. I never lost at this game before.”

“What can I say? I’m damn good at monopoly,” he grins now. “See, we should’ve played strip poker. Now you are pissed as you lost against me.”

“Let’s play mousetrap,” you point at the next game, whining as Dean shakes his head. “Please, I wanna play some more.”

“We can still play strip poker, Y/N. Just give in,” he offers. “It will be fun.”

You moved your game night to the Dean cave, playing random games for hours until you finally agreed to play strip poker with Dean to make him shut up…

“Much better than mouse trap, huh?” Dean drops his last shirt to the ground, smirking as he sits in front of you in nothing but his boxer briefs. “One more win and you are in your birth suit, sweetheart.”

“You are naked too, Winchester. You’re not that good,” you complain loudly as you try to cover your chest with one arm while holding your cards in the other. “I still got my panties.”

“Not for much longer,” he snickers while stealing glances at you. “I’ll see your panties drop. Just give up.”

“You are bluffing,” you conclude. “I just know it.”

“I did not bluff, not a single time,” rolling your eyes you try to not give away that you are bluffing. “I’ll win this round and see you naked.”

“No, you won’t,” you sigh as Dean reveals his cards. “Damn, no!”

“Drop your panties, sweetheart. I got a royal flush. They are all mine,” he grins devilishly as you slowly get up, sighing. You turn around to shimmy out of your panties, kicking them toward Dean before covering your modesty with your hand.

“I wanna see all of you,” Dean gets up from his chair to stalk toward you, snickering as you struggle to cover your chest with your arm over your tits. “Don’t be a spoilsport. I’m dying to get a good look at your anti-possession tattoo on your ass.”

“No…I,” the door to the bunker slams close and you shriek as Sam calls your name. You called him a few hours ago to tell him you are going to burn his books if he doesn’t bring you pizza. “Shit, that’s Sammy. What do we do now?”

“Quick, hide behind the sofa!“ Dean whispers and you run toward the couch, squealing as he slaps your naked ass. “I knew it’s a perfect little ass.”

“DEAN! Y/N,” while you are hiding behind the sofa, begging Dean to give you your clothes back, Sam yells your names. “Here’s the pizza and more pie as promised. There was no hunt. It was a bear this time.”

“GREAT SAMMY!” Dean answers. “How about you take the night off and spend some quality time with Eileen.”

“It’s 4 am Dean,” Sam tuts. “Why are you still up?”

“Uh—Y/N and I played board games. Now she’s tired and we will go back to the infirmary and sleep a bit. Night, Sammy.”

“What about the pizza?”

“Put it in the fridge,” you answer Sam’s question. “We can eat it later. Night, Sammy.”

Five minutes later Sam walks into his room, wondering why you don't want to eat your pizza. 

“Dean, give me my clothes,” you whisper. 

“No, I won them, sweetheart. I’ll not give them back. Especially not your panties,” he snickers while you still hide behind the sofa. “If you promise to play with me some more, I’ll borrow you my plaid.”

“Fine, I promise to play with you some more,” he waves the fabric in front of your face, grinning. “You’re not nice. See, that’s why Sam is my best friend and not you.”

“Sammy doesn’t want to see you naked,” you groan deeply. “We both know you want me to see your cute ass again. Come out and let me have a look.”

“Fucking pervert…”

“That’s unfair!” you fall back onto the bed, groaning as Dean doesn’t want to stop playing board games. “You can’t win this round. It’s impossible.”

“Dean, I’m tired. Let’s call it a day,” rolling to your side you close your eyes. You don’t want to play another round of Scrabble. “I’ll play with you some more tomorrow.”

“Promised?” he removes the game pieces from your bed. “What do we want to play tomorrow?”

“Dean, stop talking. If you want to play a game, play the silent game,” while you try to find some sleep, Dean sits on the bed next to you. “What are you doing?”

“Do we want to go to my room and play one last game? How about I cuddle you and we decide if we play hide the salami next time,” you start giggling as he lies behind you to wrap his arms around your middle. “Is that a yes?”

“If you shut up now, I’ll let you hide the salami when you are healthy again,” Dean eagerly snuggles in your side. 

“I knew you love me.”

“Shut up, Winchester,” you are too tired to argue.

“It’s always the best friend’s brother the girls go after. I’m one lucky bastard…so lucky…”

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[grippingbeskar]

Alright! Congratulations on the following. Definitely deserved. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ You amazing writer and human. I’m glad I worked up the courage to talk to you. 😭🤩

I am making an earnest request for Bucky, my baby. 🥺

💃- 2,5, and 15

🥂- 13

I hope I did this right.

— thankyou so so much 🥹 okay I KNOW THIS IS A SHORTER ONE— but forgive me because i promise to have more bucky content out soon. i love him. but pls enjoy this lil thing. thanku again.

— prompts:

💃 2. i thought you knew you’d always been my favourite.

💃 5. mm. you’re warm.

💃 15. your heart is beating so fast right now

🥂 13. you look so good like this

— warnings: swearing, a lil bit spicy but not too much.

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“Since when do you want to train with me?” You asked Bucky, who was circling you in the boxing ring he all but dragged you to this morning.

“Come on, I thought you knew you’d always been my favourite.” His mocking tone is no where to be discovered, and your fists tighten in response. He must be fucking with you. Beside one night, a few days ago, neither of you had really been close. That night, though… “Focus up, doll. You’ll drop your hands.”

“It’s the only way this’ll be a fair fight. Maybe I should blindfold myself too. Poor little super-soldier won’t be able to keep up.” A wicked smile spreads on his face as he lunges, not throwing a punch but instead flipping you over. His strong arms twist you easily, and you help in surprise. You were supposed to be boxing…

“Bucky!” Your back lands on the matt with a soft smack, and Bucky tilts his head down at you, smiling now that he’s literally straddling you. He keeps you under him, leaning down a little closer to rest his metal hand next to your head.

“Can’t keep up, huh? Poor little thing.” His mocking tone is back, his real hand brushing some of the hair out of his face. Your eyes follow it, remembering all the things that hand did to you just a few nights ago.

“We were boxing. That’s not fair.” You try, but he leans down more, and you lose your words to fight him on it. He smells incredible, it’s almost unfair considering you’ve both been warming up for twenty minutes. You suck in a shuddering breath when that very same hand ticks your own hair out of your face, thumb lingering on your cheek bone.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” He says, his eyes trying their best not to roam the exposed parts of your body. When you had come out in just a bra and those tiny fucking shorts, Bucky had nearly thrown himself at you, but he was trying his best to be patient. “You nervous, doll?”

“No. Pissed off that you cheated, maybe.” He laughs, the movement of his body where it’s pressed tight against yours makes you gasp, head tilting to avoid looking up at him. He catches it, of course, and with one hand he pulls you back to him, leaning down closer.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about the other night.” He admits, forehead brushing against yours. “How much I wanted you under me again. How pretty you sound when I…” He moves slightly again, pressing so close to the spot you need him, and you can’t help the little whimper that escapes as he toys with you. “Yeah. That.”

“Bucky…” You moan, trying to roll your hips up to him.

“You look so good like this. Wanna keep you all day. Right here.” His lips brush your jaw, and when he shifts again, you can feel how hard he is on top of you. It makes your mouth water, just thinking of all the things you’ve yet to do, all the ways that you want him under you— just like he got to see.

“You didn’t h-have to pretend to want to train. Left my door unlocked and everything.” Warmth rushes to your face despite the cold breeze of the morning air, blowing over you and making you shiver. “I wanted you to come find me.”

“Yeah? Is it still unlocked now?” He pulls away, looking straight down at you. You know he’s not just asking you about your actual door, but if this moment is still open, if this thing that you have, however fragile; if it is still open to him. He knows people tend to get scared off after seeing him, all of him. It’s a lot. He’d give you the out, give you anything if it meant you would be happy.

“Of course it is. Has been since you got here.” You say with a little twinkle in your eye, and he breathes out something between a laugh and and sigh of relief.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He leans down and kisses you, a sweet little preview of what will come. You start to relax in his hold, and he takes the chance to flip you once again, turning you into his arms and getting you both off the floor.

You giggle as he carries you, bridal style, out of the training room and down the hallway. The open windows of the compound let in more freezing winter air, but you just bury yourself into Buckys bare chest, enjoying the heat he seems to radiate in multitudes.

“You cold?” He whispers into your ear, and this time it isn’t the air that makes you shiver.

“Mm. You’re warm.” You mumble and he laughs again before almost slamming himself into your door, disappearing into your room. The door opens easily, because of course it was unlocked.

It always would be for him.

[33max]

For the turkey dinosaurs world, maybe a time when Daniel loses his temper and max hears it and gets scared? Like not at max, but maybe he’s on the phone or talking to someone and doesn’t realize Max was near him at the time

Hello, thanks for your prompt! I really loved writing this ♥️

cw nsap, angst, 662 words

Daniel slams his thumb onto the end call button on his phone, briefly considering throwing the fucking thing across the room too. The thought of having to order a new phone helps him refrain, his sister is pregnant and he would never forgive himself if he missed any news because he had stupidly chucked it in a fit of rage.

It’s unfair. He’s rightfully angry, he’s supposed to have enough time off to fly back to Australia and see his family during the summer break. Even if it won’t be summer in Australia, he’s desperate to see his family, his nephew, and his mama. It’s not fair that they can take it away from him like this because a sponsor is threatening to reduce their contributions to the team. They need Daniel to help save the day, Lando can’t do it by himself. Fuck.

He knows he was rude. He knows he shouted and swore down the phone. He’s definitely going to have to apologise when he’s next at the factory. Right now, though, he can’t think about anything other than how pissed off he is at his team.

After spending a few minutes gathering himself together, Daniel leaves his office and goes to find Max. He doesn’t like leaving Max on his own for too long when he’s regressed, he knows that Max can occupy himself and that he’s generally a good boy but… Daniel just likes to be there in case anything happens.

“Maxy?” Daniel calls out when he can’t find Max in the open-plan part of the apartment. He’s not on the sofa, he’s not playing on the floor, not trying to raid Daniel’s fridge for snacks that he shouldn’t eat.

There is no reply.

“Max?” Daniel tries again, a little bit louder this time. He peeks into their bedroom and en-suite, Max isn’t there either.

He tries not to panic, but there are only so many places Max can be and well… he’s not there.

Max’s dinosaur toys are still on the floor where he was playing with them when Daniel left the room to take the call. Max’s beloved lion plushie, Mr Roar, is on the sofa - a blanket covering him. Max has clearly tried to tuck him in and if Daniel wasn’t so panicked about losing his little then he would find it very sweet. Everything is exactly where it was when he left, except for Max.

It hits him all at once, Max overheard him on the phone. He knows where Max will be.

“Buddy…” He says softly as he walks back into their bedroom. “You’re okay.”

He kneels on the carpet and then bends down to look under the bed. Just as he thought, Max is curled up small, his hands covering his ears to drown out any noise, big eyes damp and wide. Daniel feels like a piece of shit, like the worst caregiver ever.

“Any room under there for one more?” Daniel asks, doing his best to shuffle under the bed next to Max. It’s far from comfortable, but then Max is pressed into his side and of course, it’s worth it. Max presses one of his ears against Daniel’s chest and keeps his hand firmly covering the other, not ready to expose himself to the rest of the world yet.

Max doesn’t like it when people shout. He doesn’t like it when he’s in his normal adult headspace and tenses up the moment any conflict arises around him, but when he’s little it’s worse. When he’s little he will hide from it. Daniel had to find this out the hard way when they first started this side of their relationship, it’s something he knows how to deal with now, he just wishes he wasn’t the cause of it this time.

“You’re such a good boy, Max,” Daniel tells him, kissing the top of his head. He doesn’t need to say it, but he thinks Max will need to hear it.

[theonewiththefanfics]

Best Friends My Ass (one-shot)

Synopsis: Being in love with your best friend whom you’ve had since childhood can be tough. Being in love and being dumb can make it tougher. Meet the Reader and Harry. They’re the latter. And everyone’s fed up.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, maybe little bit of angst, tiny bit smutty, but not a lot

Warnings: swearing, two idiots pining for one another

Word count: 7524

Even when Harry was little, he’d known he’d have an odd path in life. Just because it was odd, didn’t mean it’d be bad, but it would make him absolutely stand out in the crowd.        When Y/N was young she didn’t see herself having any extraordinary adventures. Sure, she’d travel and explore the world with its secrets, but she didn’t have any plans to draw the attention of the masses. That was until Harry’d come into her life.        They were both young, still kids in that tender age where childhood crossed into teenage years, when they met. For Harry, it was like one of those scenes in the movies where the pretty girl walks into a room and a billion fans make her hair look like the wind is sweeping through it, and her eyes glisten like gemstones. Also known as the 'love at first sight' scene.        For Y/N, it was hard to keep her breakfast down as she walked inside the classroom, twenty pairs of scrutinous eyes on her, trying to figure out if the new girl was a predator or prey.        Luckily for Y/N, the biology teacher wasn’t a total witch and didn’t make her present herself to the class, and just pointed to the free seat next to a curly-haired boy. Luckily for Harry, that free seat was right next to him.        With a sigh, she dropped her heavy backpack beside the chair, giving the boy a shy glance, and was surprised to see a genuine and large grin right back at her. It wasn’t the kind people gave when they had bad thoughts. It was the kind people gave when they were truly excited and wanted to give a good impression. Y/N’s chest grew warm at the thought she might actually make a friend that day. And she did.        “I’m Harry.” He extended his hand for her to take, the grin never leaving his face.        She gave him a big, relieved smile. “I’m Y/N.”        Ever since then they were not only lab partners in classes they shared (which was biology, physics and math), but also in mischief. Together they managed to enrage Anne, annoy Gemma and absolutely horrify Y/M/N, and whenever one went down, the other made sure to go down as well.        So when a few years down the line, Harry had told Y/N about his idea to audition for X-factor she wasn’t surprised one bit.        “I mean, as long as you don’t trip and break your nose on stage, you’ll be fine.”        For that, she received a slap on her arm from him.        “I’m just saying!” Y/N defended herself. “You’re great at singing, Mrs Aberdeen certainly thinks so, you don’t have two complete left feet, and you’re alright to look at.”        That for the first time since the decision and application had been submitted, made Harry smile. He loved how easily Y/N was able to lighten the mood, to take his thoughts away from the bad, and just erase them with her wit and smile.

       “Besides.” She nudged his shoulder with hers and then intertwined their fingers. “I, Gem and our Mums will be right there for you. Won’t even blink until the end of the performance.”        With how her insides trembled in excitement and fear for her best friend, it truly seemed to Y/N she hadn’t blinked at all on that fateful day. Her breath hitched when the judges were talking. She couldn’t even remember what they said, all of it turning into white noise.        And then he got through, and Y/N screamed so much she was sure she’d blown out Anne’s eardrums, and had hugged Harry so tightly she was afraid she’d broken a rib. But with his victory also came a fear, because, for the first time in Y/N’s life, she was terrified as to where she’d stand in Harry’s. Since day one it’d been secure, but now, with the newfound fame of X-factor and who knows what kind of an amazing future, she didn’t know if he’d throw her to the curb, simply forget about the mundane friend from high school or maybe use her for something.        But it wasn’t like that. Not one bit. After insane hours of rehearsals, Y/N was one of the three people he always called. It was her, his Mum and Gem. Always. And he loved to listen to her speaking of what was happening at school, how the lessons were, which teacher turned out to be hooking up with which. As much as Harry knew he was made for the extraordinary, he loved the ordinary Y/N brought in his life. She was his safe harbour. But what he never agreed with were her own thoughts she was meant for a simple life, so he took it upon himself to bring a little bit of eccentricity in hers, as he explained how he’d gotten united into a band with four other boys, now going by ‘One Direction’, and it was his mission to join his newfound friends with the most important friend he'd had.        “This is Y/N,” Harry introduced her to the guys after one of their late-night practices, one where they weren’t being filmed. “If you do anything that even mildly upsets her, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”        The slap against his arm made him let out an ‘Ow!’ while the rest of the boys laughed and welcomed her with open arms.        In a weird way, Y/N became part of the band. She didn’t sing or play any instruments, but she was always around, gave her input on songs and setlists. That kind of closeness made all of the fears and doubts about losing a place in Harry’s life disappear. She was his personal hype-man while at the same time knocked him down a few pegs whenever the fame started to get to his head.        She was there for his highs and lows, for the break-ups and break-off in the band, and watched as he ventured into a solo career as much as she could with school and all, but when summer break rolled around it was like Harry couldn't get rid of her even if he tried. Not that he wanted. Sharing the success and happiness with his best friend was one of the biggest rewards he could have.        And Y/N would never admit it because it’d boost Harry’s already elephant-like ego, at least that’s what she said, but she kind of liked the attention she received because of him, especially because most of it was pleasant.        Had she been terrified that being known as Harry Styles best friend would make people think she was just a gold-digger, seeking fame and leeching it off from him? Yes. And there were people like that. But ninety-five percent of what people said on her social media accounts was actually nice, some even said ‘thank you’ that there was a person like her in Harry’s life to keep things real, and most importantly – cared about him through it all.        Harry also saw those comments; he loved to read about how people saw just how much Y/N cared, and it kind of stirred something in him. He didn’t know when exactly, but it was around the age of twenty-four for him and twenty-three for Y/N when he started looking at his friend in a different light. And it bloody terrified him. He didn’t know if she felt the same, and the thought of putting his heart on the line like that only for the possibility of it being crushed was the scariest thing ever.        He did, however, have an inclination as to what incident had prompted them to surface. The feelings that were. It was a night after a party. Y/N was on winter break from her master’s at uni, which meant he used every opportunity to spend time with her.        The hangover was real, I mean it’s what you got by mixing vodka, tequila and beer into an empty Sprite bottle and chugging it. Harry stumbled over sleeping bodies on his way to the kitchen in search for some leftover pizza he was sure he and Y/N in their drunkenness had ordered, as well as to make two cups of black coffee. He knew she hated the taste, but cold junk food and bitter coffee always did the trick with her. That was when he’d found her.        Although he’d woken up in Y/N’s room, she hadn’t been next to him. Instead, as it turned out, she’d gone on a food search sometime before him and had passed out on the couch, a Cookie Monster onesie on her body, but most importantly his signature pearls around her neck. And one of her hands even rested against her collarbone, as if scared someone would take them away from her.        That’d been the first time his heart had flipped in his chest at the sight of her, but most definitely not the last.        He did however keep this change in his emotions to himself. He wasn’t really sure what it was, so it would be unfair to dump that on Y/N and have her figure it out for him because he didn’t know where she stood on her own, let alone do the work for him.        Luckily, despite the tornado of feelings, their friendship didn’t falter, and when his Vogue cover came out, he was incredibly nervous for people to see it, but especially for those who mattered the most to him, like his Mum, sister and Y/N. Especially Y/N, for her opinion had become the most important one outside his blood relatives. After all, all his thoughts went to – if we dated, would she be as proud of me as she was of me as a friend?        Her support meant the most because he was away in the middle of filming; he had no way of getting physical comfort, so all of the messages, calls, social media posts and FaceTimes was the world to him, especially when Y/N sent a picture of herself with three copies of the magazine, two beside her head as she laid on her bed and one clutched to her chest, which she also posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Can’t hug you for real right now, so this will have to do. When I do get to you @harrystyles, I’ll crush your ribs with my love. And that is a threat.’        Then the comments came in from the rest, and one stood out more than the others.        Bring Back Manly Men.        At first, he felt odd about it. It didn’t really bother him, but at the same time, it made him sad. He knew that he was seen as somewhat of a controversial figure, as he painted nails, wore frilly blouses and now full-on dresses, which were all typically categorized as feminine things, but he never understood why a nail colour or the shape of a shirt suddenly became exclusively for just one gender. Which is why he was so grateful to have Y/N in his life.        “I mean, anatomically speaking, men should be wearing dresses and women trousers. It’s you who have all the dangly bits,” she said through a bite of food. “The Scots have been onto it since the beginning.”        Harry threw his head back in a laugh, shifting an arm behind his head. “So I assume your favourite pic is the one in the kilt?”        “Well, it did remind me of that awful punk phase I had back in school with all those safety pins, only in a more tasteful way, but no. My favourite one is you in that brown, grey off-shoulder jacket thing.”        “Why?”        Y/N wiggled her brows at him. “Shows enough of your cleavage but leaves enough for imagination.”        “Of fucking course.” Harry snorted, shaking his head. “Objectifying much?”        “What? I’m not going to deny that my best friend is a sexy beast.”        He wouldn’t say it out loud, but when she called him her friend, it made his heart clench in a painful way. Harry had been trying to be a bit flirtier around her, but given his open nature as it was, Y/N hadn’t seemed to notice it, nor had she seemed to notice how he looked at her while she was frowning at her computer screen.        Harry’d had relationships with some women who could be considered the most beautiful in the world, but if he’d had to say, in his opinion, who’d receive that title, it’d be Y/N. The way she snorted when she laughed too hard, the way small crow lines had already appeared next to her eyes from how much she smiled and the way her forehead creased when she was concentrating. It enthralled him to no end. He could read her life’s story on her face, how she’d lived and thought and experienced, unlike so many people he met who couldn’t move a muscle.        Though the reason she was so concentrated in that moment was because thousands of people had tagged her in a tweet of a woman, she’d heard of for the first time in her life (because Harry had been trying to keep that one off her radar), and what she saw made all the blood boil in her body more than any other hate comment had.        Without hesitation, Y/N atted her and tweeted “Bring back manly men. Please! Millions of people would let him raw them WHILE WEARING THE DRESS. I mean you tried, so I’ll give you the gold star you so desperately want, but that was pathetic.”        At that same moment, a notification popped up on the screen of Harry’s phone. He only had notifications on for one person, and when he saw what was written, he gasped, looking at Y/N. “You did not just do that!”        “What?” Y/N shrugged biting down on the chocolate bar she’d been savouring for the last half hour of their conversation. “I just said what everyone was thinking. Besides what the fuck does ‘bring back manly men’ even mean? Go chop some wood? Fight a bear in the Siberian woods? Have your ‘friends’ stab you to death at a political meeting?”        “You’re a menace.”        Y/N winked popping the last bit of the chocolate in her mouth. “Only to those who dare go for the people I love.”        His heart fluttered at the last word, but all he could do was mask it with a large grin and shake of his head.        For another hour they spent talking, Y/N kept hyping Harry up, tried to get as many plot details of the movie he was filming, while he avoided as many spoilers as possible and attempted to steer the conversation somewhere else, but when that happened, Y/N jumped onto his music, which he had told her all about. In fact, there wasn’t a music video made without her approval, and neither would his next one be. “You’ll fly out to see me film for ‘Treat People With Kindness’, right?”        Y/N sighed, giving him a sad smile. She hated disappointing Harry. “I’d love to. But you know with everything going on, I don’t think I’ll be able to.”        “Phoebe Waller-Bridge will be in it.”        She gasped, in real excitement. “Well, why didn’t you say so from the start?!”        “So that’s what this friendship has come to. I’m just your gateway to celebrities?”        “Harry you’ve always been just my gateway to the people living in LaLa Land.” But she let out a small breath much like she’d done before. “I really do want to come, Harry. You know that; I miss you like crazy. But Phoebe or no Phoebe, I don’t think I can.”        Harry bit his lip nodding, but he still needed to try one more time. “Is there anything I can say or do to get you here?”        “Get me a private jet and a quarantine mansion?”        “Deal.”        “Woah! Wait!” Y/N pretty much jumped up from her position in bed. “That was a joke! Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God, if you try an –“        But with a giant grin, he just blew Y/N a kiss and ended the call.        She was quite terrified if she was being honest, that Harry would do what she’d asked. He already had once. It'd been around Christmas time while she was still in First Year at uni, and she’d seen a glistening necklace at a jewellery store display. She hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even uttered a word, but just seeing the sparkle in Y/N’s eyes, was enough for Harry to make the decision and gift it for her.        When the next day, around five AM her time, she got a call from Harry’s manager Jeff, she was ready to rip both of them a new one, an e-mail with a plane ticket popping up in her inbox.        “I swear I’ll poison your drinks when I see you,” she’d grumbled, but couldn’t hide the excitement as she threw everything she could in the suitcase. “And no one will find your bodies, mark my words, Azoff.”        He snorted. “Yeah, tell that to the FBI agent listening in on this call.”        “Fuck. Gave myself away,” she said softly, giggling right after.        “You know he’s stoked beyond belief.” Jeff piped up. “He literally jumped out of the bed this morning, and during the dance rehearsals he didn’t miss a step.”        That made Y/N’s heart warm. “Well, you can tell him to curb it a bit. Otherwise, I’ll just stay at the fucking mansion – which, by the way, it was a joke, Jeff! I’m pissed enough he’s spending money on me as it is, let alone such a chunk on the plane, you didn't have to get me an actual mansion.”        “You know, for you, he’d give away all of it.”        “Yes, well, he might need it for his funeral, if he keeps spending it on me and on shit like this.”        The man shook his head but didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t the only one trying to drop hints to Y/N that Harry felt something more, but he’d leave it to the man himself. He didn’t need to possibly ruin everything, and have her decide not to come. His client was nightmare enough without her around, because Harry was like day and night when Y/N finally arrived on set for ‘Treat People With Kindness’.        To say he enveloped her in a hug would be an understatement as he didn’t let go of her for ten solid minutes, having grabbed her by the underside of the thighs and sat down on the ground just so he could prolong the feeling of being with Y/N.        The fact that she’d actually gone for it and hadn’t scolded Harry too much for spending that insane amount of money, for having brought a small piece of home to LA with herself where they were filming, made him now fully acknowledge the true extent of his feelings, especially as she didn’t pull away from their embrace, rather hid her face in the crook of his neck.        I mean, in the end, he did have to let her go because everyone had to get back to shooting, but not before Y/N had stripped the meticulous jacket from him, and went to have a glance at herself in the large mirror, one of the costume designers playing along and adjusting the clothing on her body, as if she was going to be the one performing.        Harry felt someone slide up to him and he looked over to his left, a smiling Phoebe standing there. She nudged his shoulder with hers. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”        He nodded, looking back over to where Y/N was still looking at herself in the mirror, wearing the heavy jacket as if it was nothing like it was made for her. “I’m a cliché, I know. But I can’t help it.”        “Of course, you can.” She squeezed his side. “All you gotta do is tell her.”        But it wasn’t that easy. Comparatively, getting Y/N to appear in the video was easier than coming to terms with the fact, all they’d ever remain would be friends if he didn’t do anything.        Yet the shoot for the video ended as quickly as it had started, and Y/N needed to fly back to the UK to defend her PhD paper, and Harry had to go back to filming ‘Don’t Worry Darling’, thousands of miles stretching between them once more. And Harry was a romantic, he couldn’t confess over FaceTime. Besides, he wanted to make it a special evening for her, plan something out, rather than risk a shitty connection cutting him off mid-word.        He hated it though. It’d been almost four years since Harry had realised his feelings had developed from just friendly into romantic, and still, he hadn’t said anything. Even the people who’d never met Y/N in person like Florence Pugh saw what was going on.        But unlike the cast and crew of ‘Treat People With Kindness’ who had to deal with his pining for maybe a couple of weeks, it’d been almost half a year for her at that point. Did she just want to call Y/N and tell her how Harry felt? Sure. She’d had enough of him coming into her trailer only to fall down onto her pillow and whine. But it wasn’t her place. So instead, she was going to figure out a way to get Y/N to the set and make him tell her himself.        Getting Harry’s phone away from him should’ve been the inspiration to the next ‘Mission Impossible’ script though, because it took her literally a whole day to fish it out from his coat's pocket, and she only had about ten seconds to find Y/N’s number (which wasn’t that hard given how it was the number with literally hundreds of calls next to it) and put it in her own phone.        Once their filming was done for the day, Florence rebutted Harry’s invitation to a movie night, saying a massive headache was coming on, so he wished her a good night and with slumped shoulders went to sulk on his own. Which is why she practically sprinted to her own trailer to finally call Y/N        An unsure ‘hello?’ greeted her ears before she responded. “Hey, this is Florence… Pugh.”        That stunned Y/N into silence for a few seconds before she spluttered out a greeting and said ‘hi’ as well. “Not to be rude, but how did you get my number?”        “Stole it from Harry’s phone. Look, he’s miserable. Keeps moping around, and I can’t take it anymore. Last night I found him crying in his pillow with your shirt over it.”        “What? Why?”        “Because it didn’t smell like you anymore.”        Y/N’s heart broke. “Why didn’t he tell me anything? We just talked, and he said he was fine. God, that man is so dumb sometimes.”        “Is there any way you could find a way to get here?” Florence asked biting down her lip.        She heard Y/N sigh at the other end of the line. “I’ll – I’ll try and figure something out. Have to know what’s going on at work, I mean it has been like two months since the video, so maybe…” She was more so talking to herself, but then remembered about Florence. “Listen, can I give you a message when I find out if my boss will let me?”        “Of course!” The actress was excited about the possibility of Y/N getting here, as long as it got Harry out of his depressive mood.        “Oh, and I’ll need to know what kind of restrictions are on set. I’ll figure something out with flights and quarantine, but I have zero clue as to what’s it like where you’re filming.”        Florence waved her off, even though she couldn’t see the motion. “Leave that to me. Just get your ass over here before the guy cries himself dry.”        It was a struggle though on all three ends – Harry was still moping, because not only had Y/N’s shirt lost its smell of her, but homesickness was hitting full force, Florence was getting more and more desperate as she attempted to take his mind off of things, but nothing seemed to work, and Y/N was trying to get on any possible flight to Harry while arranging two tests and an AirBnB she could self-isolate in for two weeks while attempting to set up her work from afar at the same time.        Two days after Florence’s call, Y/N sent her a message ‘Flying in tomorrow at 4 AM. Don’t tell Harry. He’ll feel even shittier cause I have to stay alone in quarantine. First test came back negative.”        She sighed in relief at the message and immediately texted back ‘i’ve got you a set pass ready, just need a picture. selfie will do. also, masks are mandatory on the lot, so bring those.’        Immediately Y/N sent a thumbs up, and a picture of herself she didn’t absolutely despise to be used on the ID card. All that was left was to pack. And spend two weeks in an attempt of not going crazy with anticipation before seeing Harry.        Those two weeks turned out to be worse than the two months between the music video shoot and going to the filming lot. Because throughout then, Y/N knew her only access to him would be through FaceTime, but to be about twenty minutes away from the man without the ability to touch him was pure torture, but at least Harry seemed completely oblivious to the change in her surroundings.        As they still continued on with their calls, not once did he mention her background, or how the paintings suddenly had managed to switch positions or the fact that Y/N didn’t even own paintings. She was sure she could’ve been missing an arm, and he wouldn’t have mentioned it with how tired he looked.        “Have you even slept, Har?”        “Not really,” he groaned, getting more comfortable in his bed. “We’ve had a bunch of early shoots and then late nights, ‘cause we need to get the continuity for the scenes, and then the day’s full of Zoom calls, and well, I can’t not call you.”        Y/N scoffed, scolding him. “You know damn well I won’t be offended if we sacrifice a couple of calls for you to get some proper sleep.”        “I know, but I will.”        Y/N sighed, knowing in a way it was her fault. She could tell him she no longer was hours of time zones away, but rather watched the same sunset and sunrise as him, but she also knew Harry, and he would be unable to stay away from her until her quarantine was over.        She was quite happy she’d sat through the fourteen mandatory days, because when she got on set, even though Harry was usually good at keeping his composure during a scene, despite the mask, he’d recognise Y/N anywhere, and all of the lines flew out of his head.        “Jack?” Florence’s hand came to cup Harry’s cheek, trying to bring him back on track. “You alright?”        But he didn’t even care about improvising to get out of the flub as his lips were split apart by a grin, and he dashed away, a loud ‘CUT!’ ringing throughout the set, but Harry already had Y/N in his arms, spinning the girl around.        “Best friends my ass,” Florence murmured as she went to the two.        Harry was speechless, Y/N’s face in between his hands as he looked her up and down. “How are you here? What? Why?”        “Thank Florence.” Y/N gave an attempt at motioning to the actress with her head. She set the whole thing up.”        Harry’s head whipped to his scene partner. “You knew Y/N was here for two weeks and told me nothing?”        “Your brain short-circuited when you saw her! You wouldn’t be of no use on set at all if I had.”        Harry scoffed, throwing an arm over Y/N’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get away from this meanie.” But as he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and mouthed a grateful ‘thank you’ to her.        All Florence could hope for was that he’d get it together and confess, but it didn’t seem like he was in any sort of a rush. Y/N was set to be there for three weeks, but the thought of the woman leaving without knowing how Harry felt, leaving him in a sea of his own heartache, made her miserable, especially after a night they’d all spent together.        Harry really wanted Y/N to get to know the people he worked with so he invited the ones closest to him for a movie night, during which he himself had been the first one to actually fall asleep, of course.        For most of it, as ‘Westworld’ ran on in the background, he spent curled up in Y/N’s lap, his head resting against her chest with her fingers weaving through the shortened locks. She had to get used to the length, motion automatically wanting to go on longer than it was possible to. Soon enough, the soothing motions lulled her to sleep as well, their bodies leaning into one another and perfectly fitting together.        As tired as Florence was of seeing Harry, a person who’d become her friend now pine for someone so hard, it was absolutely heart-melting to watch the two interact. Everyone could see Y/N had the same feelings as Harry did for her, only she hid them a bit better. A little, but not by a lot.        No friends acted the way those two did around one another. Sure, people could be touchy, but not like that, not with such intimacy behind the motions. She felt like she was being a little creepy as she pulled out her phone to take a picture, but it was too cute not to.        A loud noise from somewhere outside set made Y/N shoot up straight, and Florence held her breath as she clutched onto her phone, having swiped it accidentally into video mode and filming the whole thing.        “No,” Harry whined, a hand reaching up for Y/N and grabbing at her elbow. “Come back. ‘S too early.”        She just nodded, grumbling something unintelligible but possibly along the lines of ‘don’t make me throw hands’ before laying down and snuggling into Harry’s chest.        Florence let out a large sigh of relief and decided to get some sleep as well before their annoying four AM alarm woke them up for set.        This time it was the other way around, as Y/N whined for Harry to ‘come back and keep her warm’.        Florence watched as Harry slipped out of Y/N’s grasp, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and a whispered a promise to ‘see her when the Sun’s up’. The second the trailer door was closed, she slapped his shoulder, and Harry gasped in shock. “What'dya do that for?”        “Stop that! Stop that stupid dance!” She stomped her foot on the ground. “I’m sick and tired of watching you watch her with that dumb longing expression on your face. I can’t take it anymore. Why do you think I went through all that trouble to get her here?”        “I told you I would!”        She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look, I know it’s not my place or anything, but she does like you. A lot.”        Harry threw her an uncertain gaze. “And how do you know?”        “Because that woman spent two weeks in self-isolation just to see you! She’s gone through how many of those awful Covid tests just to go and visit you! She’s dropped everything for you, has supported you through so much, and never fails to boost you up.”        “That’s what friends do.”        “No.” Florence shook her head. “That kind of loyalty… that’s what people in love give. I haven’t talked to my best friend in like a month. What’s the longest you’ve gone without speaking to Y/N?”        And with that question, she left Harry to ponder not only his feelings but the girl’s he was in love with as well. Because if he had to be honest, the reason he’d been dragging everything out, the reason he’d stayed pining for Y/N for years on end was that he tried to write everything she did off as something a childhood best friend would do.        The truth was more terrifying than anything because once that came to light, it’d change everything, and Harry didn’t know if he was ready. He wanted it, desperately so if it meant Y/N becoming someone he could love freely and openly, but not if by the end of it, she'd disappear from his life, leaving a hole the size of his heart in his chest.        His thoughts were cut short as someone knocked on the ‘Hair&Make-up’ door, and an assistant let in a pouting Y/N. Well, he couldn’t’ see the pout behind the mask, but he definitely knew it was there, making a smile come on his own face.        She plopped down in an empty sofa and crossed her arms. “I was cold.”        Harry snorted, wanting to shake his head, but didn't as to not ruin the hair stylist’s work. “You’re always cold.”        “And you’re a living furnace.”        “ ‘S that why you like cuddling? Leeching off my warmth?”        The same assistant who’d let Y/N in handed her a cup of coffee, which she was ready to kiss the woman for, but opted for a ‘thank you’. “We’ve established I only use you to get to other celebs. What makes you think I wouldn’t use you for those sort of things.”        For a moment, the trailer settled into silence, as Y/N enjoyed her morning coffee while the crew kept doing their own work.        “It’s so weird,” Y/N piped up, eyes racking up and down Harry’s body. “Don’t even wanna really look at you like that.”        He let out a mock gasp of hurt. “What d’ya mean? Am I suddenly repulsive to you?”        “No!” she let out a laugh. “It’s just odd seeing you without the tattoos. They’re such a huge part of you, even the dumb ones. Can’t really imagine you any differently.”        “Would you love me any differently without them?” The question was bold, even though he knew she did love him, he had to start making moves.        “No,” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t think so. I believe I’d be a different person then as well, but I’d love you all the same. As long as you’d do the same with me.”        Harry nodded looking down at his hands then back up at her, catching her eyes through the reflection in the mirror. “Don’t think there’s a dimension out there where I don’t love you.”        “I mean that is a bold statement,” Y/N said, sipping on the remnants of her coffee. “What if I’m like a weird, cat-skinning psychopath in one dimension? Would you love me even then?”        “Jesus Christ, Y/L/N, do you just normally come up with those gruesome scenarios or is it a hobby?”        She wiggled her eyebrows, standing up and throwing away the paper cup. “There’s a reason I have a VPN and clean my search history. I’ll see you in your trailer?”        “Yeah.” Harry nodded and smiled. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”        The next half-hour he kept hyping himself up, about how he was actually going to do it, but Florence intercepted him right as he was turning down the way his trailer stood. “How are you gonna do it?”        “I – “ Harry huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “In the beginning, I had like a whole romantic outing planned, but… I’ve dragged this on long enough, so I think I’ll just tell her.”        “Okay, good.” Florence nodded and slapped his shoulder in approval. “And if I don’t hear that trailer rocking, I will throw you in a ditch.”        Harry’s eyes widened at the statement, fully knowing she meant her words, but she was already half-way down the track, blond hair swishing behind her back.        It was then or never.        Slowly he opened his own trailer door as if it was Y/N’s place not his, but by the looks of how she’d sprawled out on his bed, she had made herself right at home. Just like she’d done it on the first day of school, but just with his heart.        “Hey!” She smiled looking at him. “You ready to film?”        “Yeah, but umm… I kind of wanted to talk to you beforehand.”        Y/N’s brows furrowed at Harry’s serious tone, so she sat up, nodding. “Sure. Is everything alright?” “It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you won’t take it in a bad way... I’ve actually been wanting to tell you this since that winter’s break party you had while doing your masters...” He let out a small chuckle but seeing Y/N’s eyes widen in a panic he stopped. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You have a kid! Oh my God.” “What? No!” Harry spluttered. “Why the hell is the first thing you assume that I have a kid?” “I don’t know!” She was now standing facing him completely. “We’ve never had secrets between us, especially for as long as you’ve apparently kept them, what am I supposed to think? Maybe one of the girls you hooked up with got pregnant, and you’ve been hiding the fact you’re a baby daddy because you know I wouldn’t be able to keep the fact I can be the cool drunk aunt to myself.” All of that came out as is she’d prepared it ages ago. “Well, no.” Harry shook his head stepping closer so he could be chest to chest with Y/N. “I’m not anyone’s baby daddy. At least I don’t think so, but umm... when that moment would come... when I have a kid...” He looked up at the ceiling and sighed before lifting a gentle hand to cup her cheek. I wouldn’t want you to be the drunk aunt. I um...” There goes nothing. “I’d kinda like if you were the mom.” “Of course, I’ll be the Godmother!” Both of them said at the same time, making the other’s brain stumble over the words said. “Wait, mom?” Y/N’s question was breathless. “Like donate my eggs or some shit?” “No like, I’ve been in love with you for close to four years, and I wanna try and build a future with you, where you’re more than just my best friend.”        “Oh.”        That was all that managed to escape her mouth as he fully opened his heart, and Harry couldn’t lie – it shattered. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it was more than that. “That’s...” Y/N huffed sitting down on the bed. “That’s a lot to take in Harry. Like a lot.” “I know.” He sighed and sat down next to her. “Which is why I’ve been pushing this away for as long as I could, but... it was time. It wasn’t fair to you or me to keep on living like that. Look.” Harry took her palm in his. “Whatever you want us to be, we’ll be that. I - I mean I’ll be heartbroken if you say you don’t feel the same, but no matter what you tell me now, I won’t let you leave my life. I love you, and I’m in love with you. This is your choice which way you chose to go with.” Y/N shook her head, interlacing their fingers and finally looking up at him. “I don’t want you to be heartbroken. It’s the last thing, I’d ever want to see you like. And umm well, if it takes me using the pair of ovaries I have to admit I’ve been in love with you too to change that, I guess I’ll have to say it. I’m in love with you too.” Harry’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears of happiness, as he looked at Y/N like she’d hung the stars in the sky. Not that it mattered. He always looked at her like that. “You mean it?” “Yeah,” she chuckled, wiping away a few stray pearls from her own cheeks. “I guess I always thought I’d end up the drunk aunt in your life, so that’s why I thought you’d ask me to be whatever future child’s Godmother. But I love you, and I’m in love with you too.” “Can I – “ Fuck, Harry was too giddy for his own good. “Can I kiss you?” And when Y/N chuckled, nodding he swore he already was in heaven. “Yes, please.”        At first, the touch of his lips was gentle, almost afraid, but the second he pressed them to Y/N’s, and she gasped at the sensation, it became full of lust as passion, years of pent-up pining and angst and just plain old stupidity surfacing and morphing itself into a steamy make-out session.        In a split second, she was sprawled out on Harry’s bed, his toned body leaning over hers and teasing hands moving along her sides, making her squirm and ache for more of his touch, but she wasn’t the only one who wanted to explore a body with a new mindset of what was possible.        As Y/N moaned from Harry’s tongue invading her mouth, her hand couldn’t help itself as it slid down his chest, and her finger flicked against the button of his trousers.        “Can I touch you there?” Y/N whispered against his mouth, and Harry eagerly nodded.        “Please. Been dreaming about this for literally years.”        Smiling, she allowed him to continue and explore her mouth with his tongue, intoxicated on one another’s taste. In fact, Y/N was so far gone just from the kiss, she forgot how a fly worked and needed Harry’s help to open it.        “Get back here,” she grumbled as he chuckled, having leaned up a bit to make it easier for her to get the offensive piece of clothing off. “We’ll see how you fare with a bra.”        “Oh, I’m an expert.” His hands trailed to her shoulder where he snapped one of the straps against her skin, making her yelp.        “You do not want to do that when my hand is an inch away from your dick.”        But the threat had no merit to it, as she dipped her palm behind Harry’s boxers while his mouth went to soothe the sting and leave a little mark on her skin, which he’d get to admire later on.        The second, Y/N wrapped her hand around his cock an involuntary moan escaped into the air, as she gripped him. Fuck, she couldn’t wait until he was inside her, because, and it might sound a little cliché given how they were best friends who’d fallen in love with one another, but she was one hundred percent sure, he was made exactly for her.        But no matter how much she twisted her hand or how gently or roughly she rubbed the tip, he couldn’t get hard, and Harry was on the verge of tears, which Y/N saw and instantly pulled away, cupping his face.        “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”        “Hey!” Y/N cooed. “None of that. It’s alright. Shit happens.”        Harry nodded understanding that she was right, but he still felt shitty and well, he felt insecure about it. “I just. Fuck. Usually, when I think of you, I’m hard in like a second.”        And although all Y/N wanted to do was smirk and tease him about the fact that he thought of her while wanking himself off, that wasn’t the right moment.        “I promise, you turn me on, you do." He sniffled. "This had never happened before.” But Y/N wasn’t offended or sad, and her laugh wasn’t mocking or trying to hurt him.        “Harry you’re dead tired.” She cupped his cheek with one of her hands, and if he’d been ice cream he would’ve literally melted. “You had to wake up at four in the fucking morning and won’t go to sleep until two the next day. Let yourself rest a bit.”        “But,” he whined and then huffed. “But I wanna love on you. Wanna show you just how crazy I am about you.”        “And you will. You know I’ll always hold you to your word. But this won’t be fun for either of us if mid-fuck you suddenly collapse on me asleep. I don’t need to go to the A and E and explain the broken nose is because my boyfriend decided to take a nap while shagging. A nap on my face.”        But Harry hadn’t really heard anything she’d said after Y/N mentioned the b-word, a dopey smile on his face. “I’m your boyfriend? You really want me like that?”        “I mean I would prefer if you were Phoebe…”        Harry pinched her side, making her squeal before tackling her in a hug. “Shut up!”        And that’s how the two fell asleep (and were woken up twenty minutes later by an assistant in a panic given how Harry was supposed to be on set in five minutes)  – wrapped up in one another’s arms, smiles on their faces, and no longer best friends, but lovers.

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For the prompts, 49 with doppio? >:3 Idk what it is about him I just look at him and think “oh you’re NEEDY needy, huh?”. Thank you so much, you’re a really good writer! :)

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Warnings: not sfw, dubcon/noncon, abduction, dark themes, yandere, etc.

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Yandere prompt with Doppio, “You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” afab reader, dub/non con

All you wanted to do now was go home. You had had a long week at work, your parents were nagging you again, and to make things worse you had a headache that would not go away. After an exhausting day that began before the sun was out, and ended after the sun had set, you certainly deserved to do nothing more than go home, eat some junk food in your comfy pjs, listen to a podcast while you took a bath and pampered yourself, and maybe jerk off before bed. Unfortunately, you had a “girls night” tonight.

Your friends (your IRL friends at least) complained that you never went out with them anymore (nevermind that whenever you suggested doing something with them, or wanted to chat or text on the phone they were busy) and had forced you to go clubbing with them to celebrate the three-day weekend ahead. You weren’t much of a drinker, and really weren’t much of a dancer, so you had been given the purses to hold while you waited for them to be ready to go home.

You wrinkled your nose in frustration, glaring into the blurry screen of your phone looking at the late time: this was unfair. You were a hard worker, kind to a fault to those around you, and you deserved better than this. Sitting in a corner of a crowded club, everyone in the place having a great time except for you, tired and alone. At least in your apartment, you chose to be there, and at least no one actively ignored you: places like this just pointed out the flaws you hated about yourself more: you were bad with people, and easy to ignore.

Once one of your “friends” stumbled over to the group’s table, you left them with everyone's purse, mumbling you were going to the bathroom (you didn’t know if she heard you and you didn’t care) and left before anyone could stop you. You stumbled your way to the restroom in heels way too high for you to walk in, trying to clean yourself up and find a quiet place to text your goodbyes so your friends wouldn’t worry about your sudden disappearance. Leaning over the sink counter, you wiped a makeup smear off the corner of your lips, noticing a second too late someone behind you.

“Hey, there’s another sink-” You began to say to the blurred figure way too close to you, before a sudden eruption of pain hit the side of your head, and you were out in a flash…

The next time you regained consciousness was several hours later, but it was still dark when you opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened and where in the world you were. The stale cigarette smell, the unreasonably cold ac, the bedsheets starched so strongly that the sheets felt like plastic- this was definitely a motel. But where, and how long had you been here? As you began to sit up, you heard a surprised, timid voice.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re awake, I was beginning to worry about you! Hold on, don’t move so suddenly, i’ll help you sit up.

Sure enough, as you started moving, your head lit up with painful throbbing that made last night’s headache seem like nothing in comparison. You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes shut, trying not to groan in pain.

“What the hell happened to me last night?” you grunted through your teeth, rubbing your temple as gentle hands helped slowly sit you up propped against cushions.

“Haha, you had a lot of bad luck last night, running into my boss. He was waiting for...an employee in the restroom and thought you were sent after him. He’s a bit paranoid, and he may have...accidentally clobbered you.” The voice apologized, gentle as he handed you what felt like a glass of water.

You forced yourself to open your eyes; it was still dark, but you could tell it wasn’t because of the time of day but rather a lack of light and closed curtains. You looked at..you looked at the person in front of you. Like whoever had attacked you last night, they had long pink hair, braided and side parted. Their eyes were green and wide, and they looked particularly juvenile with a crop top and freckles. They were on the smaller side, perhaps even shorter than you (hard to tell from while on the bed) and their eyes were crinkled in apprehension, like he was afraid you were going to hurt him.

“Erm, don’t worry though, I talked him out of doing anything too..extreme, after all I'm his right hand man! Besides, you seem like a perfectly nice person, I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you. Sorry, I'm rambling! Umm, do you want something for your headache? You were groaning in your sleep, I'm sure it doesn’t feel so good right now-” He went on and on, pulling out some painkillers to take with your water.

After thanking him, you were about to swallow the pill before pausing, looking at the strange man who’d taken you to a remote hotel after his boss had nearly killed you. Sensing your suspicion, doppio exclaimed, “Oh, don’t worry, they’re safe, name brand painkillers! Um, hold on, lemme just-” And he made a show of popping some of the pills you were holding into his mouth and swallowing, sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth to show you he’d ingested it.

Satisfied, and more importantly in a lot of pain, you took some of the pills yourself, much to the relief of the pink haired man.

“Oh good, thank you for doing that! I was so worried watching you asleep, you’ll feel much better now! By the way, my name’s Doppio, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Oh! And I know your name’s y/n because you had your purse and ID on you! Haha, sorry for going through your purse, I was just hoping to find any info on you that might be, you know, important.” he sat on the bed, scooching closer and closer to you.

You cleared your throat, unsure of what to say, and the watchful eyes of Doppio doing nothing to make you feel better.

“Well, um, thank you, Doppio. I appreciate you, um, saving me? Sorry for any inconvenience, I'll just, um-” You try to get up to leave, only for Doppio to place a hand over your leg.

“Don’t go! What, I mean, what if you hurt yourself? You probably have a concussion, and also you haven’t had breakfast? We could eat together and-” Doppio stammered, grabbing your hand and stroking it with his sweaty, cold fingers.

You had to stop him, before things got out of hand.

“Thank you, Doppio, it really was very sweet of you to take such good care of me, but I-”

“Please! You don’t understand, I mean-” Doppio fumbled with his words, clearly trying to make you stay at all costs.

“Doppio, i can’t stay here forever, i need to go home. My friends are probably worried about me by now.” You tried to press on, you didn’t want to upset the man with a powerful boss, but you felt increasingly claustrophobic with Doppio pawing at you.

“You mean those mean girls who left you with their purses all night? Why would you care about what they-” Doppio covered his mouth with both hands quickly, realizing what he just said.

Your blood ran ice cold; how did he know so much about them? Had he been watching you before the “incident”

Using his moment of weakness, you got up from the bed and tried to reach the door; it was time for you to go home, if not call the cops.

Doppio yelped, Throwing himself in front of the door before you could make your escape.

“Please, don’t be scared y/n! I didn’t mean to upset you, I only meant that I can treat you much better than your friends can. I mean, look at how good I've been for you so far?? I didn’t make you dance with me at the club, even though I really wanted to. I didn’t just have my fun against your will in the bathroom stall like the boss told me to do.I saved you from a concussion, or worse! I got you your own hotel room for the night, and didn’t take advantage of you or touch you while you were asleep! I want our first time to be special, after all! Isn’t that what you want?” Doppio pleaded, eyes wild as he tried to smile, trying to calm you.

You were anything but calm however, this guy was clearly obsessed with you, and had been for longer than just one night. Even if at first he had merely seemed like a pathetic “nice guy” you no longer had any pity or time to give him.

“Doppio, get away from the door and let me leave, now.” you demanded in your best authoritative voice. Doppio whimpered, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all, you were supposed to love him!

“You can’t! Boss and I won’t let you!” He cried, covering the door with his body. With no other choice, you slid out of your shoes and charged at him full speed. You managed to give him a good blow on the head, and threw him out of the way of the door. He cried, crumpled on the ground. If not for the fact that he had kidnapped you, you might have felt bad for hurting him like this, but you had to think of yourself at this moment.

As you finally unlock and pull open the door, heading towards freedom, you hear the strangest noise behind you.

“RingRingRingRingRing!” Doppio calls after you, in an unnatural, high pitched tone. You try to ignore it, you literally don’t have time for this, but with strength he had not previously displayed, Doppio grabs one of your arms, twisting it behind your back and up to his ear, holding it like a telephone.

There’s a trickle of blood, and one of his eyes is rolled back in its socket, but he calmly says, “Hello, this is Doppio,” Into your hand, as if he was having a normal conversation on the phone.

You scream out, doubled over by the pain in your arm, Doppio silent as he “listens” to his “Phonecall” oblivious to your suffering. Where did all this power come from? He was acting like an entirely different person, and frankly scaring you. Doppio nodded, pulling your hand closer into his ear and intently listening to nothing but air before “Hanging up and pulling you back into the motel room.

He threw you on the bed ( his arms felt much stronger, and more muscular for some reason) before crawling on top of you and pinning you down. You were too stunned, and frankly too scared, to come up with any means of escape, just weakly struggling to throw him off of you to no avail.

“Doppio, please-” You whispered, eyes blurry with tears.

“I talked to the boss, and he helped me figure out what to do. He wants our relationship to succeed after all!” Doppio exclaimed, additude reverted to how he’d first spoken to you. You were confused, you’d neither seen nor heard anyone in or around the room, who was he talking to and how?

“Boss told me that people like you need some discipline in order to be obedient, or you’ll walk all over me. If I can do that, then I can make you love me, and we’ll be happy together, isn’t that what you want?” Doppio told you, stroking your cheek.

“This is not okay, Doppio!” you yell, thrashing against both arms, “Let me go or i’ll-”

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Wait a minute, both arms?

Then how was he…?

You look over to one side in shock, only to see a floating metallic and red arm holding you down, one on either side. You screamed, overwhelmed by a stalker and strange supernatural forces you couldn’t understand.

“Oh, you can see King Crimson's arms? Interesting, perhaps because of your near death experience with Boss, you can see stands now? Although, it would be bad if you developed a stand, what to do?...” Doppio pondered to himself, speaking apparent babble.

You cried, trying to wake up from this obvious nightmare with no luck.

“Awww, hey y/n, it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you! Not if you be good for me and Boss.” Doppio cooed, kissing your cheeks and forehead. “I talked boss into keeping you with us- you’re always so lonely at home, and never have a good time with others, right? You don’t have to lie anymore, I've been watching you for a while. Nobody else seems to, though, they’re too self-absorbed and stupid to realize how incredible you are!” He continued, oblivious to his words not helping, but hurting you.

“You’re perfect for me and boss, we can take really good care of you. Forget this lousy motel, we have mansions and villas all over Italy that we can take holidays to. We have billions of Lira from work, you’ll never have to lift another finger and we’ll pamper you to death. And best of all? You’ll never have to see your awful friends or family again! Isn’t it awful how they treat you? We can get rid of them, so they can’t hurt you!” He finishes, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring unblinkingly into yours.

This guy was sick, there was no other word to it. You might have had issues with your family, and yeah your friends could be assholes sometimes, but you didn’t want them killed! What good would that do you, or anyone for that matter?!

Doppio seemed to read your thoughts, “Look, I know it's a lot to take in at once, but trust me. Boss and I have planned this out for a while now, and we’re always going to do what’s best for us, ok? So don’t worry so much, and please stop struggling? Boss warned me if you got too unruly he’d take over and finish what he started last night.

A wave of nausea slithered through you as you remembered, thinking how close you were to dying. You gave up, lying limp on the bed, praying for this to end.

Doppio smiled again, this one almost seeming genuine, and gave you the softest kiss to your lips. It was childish, almost, and he clearly lacked experience, but he gained more confidence from your lack of struggling. With the mysterious hands holding you (stands? King crimson?) his own hands were free to touch you. He started With your cheeks, your face, your hair, your neck, stroking you with feather-light touches, his fingers tracing each curve, digit and flaw like he was trying to memorize it all.

“Finally… I finally get to touch you like this… I’ve been waiting for so long, y/n. Do you know how long I've wanted to hold you?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck, cradling your cheek to his. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to, but Doppio told you anyway.

“I’ve been watching, waiting...for so long. Following you home from work, listening into your calls, finding your online accounts. I’ve known since I first saw you that you were the one for me, and now I get to prove it to you. I get to show you all the things I've been meaning to do to you. You’ll never be lonely again, not with me around. We’ll never be lonely~”

He giggled the last part, giddy with excitement, as he slid his fingers down your ribcage, your sides, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. You wriggled, trying to fight him off again, only to your dismay Doppio giggled even harder at your reactions-perhaps because he knew you could never overpower him.

“Ohhh~ still so shy? Don’t be so uptight, y/n, you need to live a little! I know how much you want this; you complain about it all the time on your personal blog-” You could feel the blush on your cheeks heating up your face, desperate to make him shut up, “ How you want someone to have their way with you, to make you forget everything else in life. You’re desperate for someone to truly cherish and understand you; mentally and physically. You want me to love you? You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” Doppio rambled on and on, ripping your shirt off with strength he hadn’t had before.

You yelped, goosebumps forming on your skin as Doppio cackled, rubbing his face on your stomach, and into your cleavage poking out from your bra.

“Yes, let go for me! Show me every emotion, everything you’ve been holding back from me for so long- i need it, I demand it!” He snarled, splitting your nicest bra in half, and biting down on your neck, hard.

You screamed, legs kicking uselessly as the pain blurred your mind and you were operating purely on instinct. Doppio didn’t seem bothered in the least by it, you could still feel his laughter against your sore neck, as he sucked down on it, trying to bruise and mark you. His hands couldn’t help but find their way to your breasts, toying with them and squeezing them with admittedly little expertise. But he was a quick learner, making note of each little gasp and twitch according to how he touched you, and improving his technique from there. He twisted your nipples a bit roughly, already hard from the chilly air and sensitive to touch- you couldn’t help but moan a little in satisfaction. It had been awhile.

Doppio’s moans echoed yours, as he kissed his way down the crevice of your breasts, and licked each nipple in turn. You squirmed, not in fear or anger but pleasure, angry at yourself for letting this strange man win your body over so easily. Doppio kept his eyes on you at all times, studying your face to see how you felt. He’d had to watch you for so long from so far away, alone in your bedroom, or so you thought… it was time to use the knowledge he’d gained to make your body crazy for him.

You jumped at Doppio’s hands, cupping your groin through your pants, trying not to buck into his hands . It was getting harder and harder to deny him, though, why couldn’t you just-?

Doppio pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties with it. He groaned audibly at the sight- your pussy was so wet and dripping, there was still a trail connected to your underwear.

“No, don’t-” You cried, snapping your legs shut, visibly scared at what was taking place again. Doppio was losing patience, crouching down and prying your legs open,

“Stop fighting me, y/n, you clearly want this!” He cried, eye twitching in annoyance. He managed to open your legs again, and buried his face into your pussy. He moaned, licking up a wet stripe against your labia, warm and puffy and so wet for him- he knew you would be, he knew you loved him.

Tears streaked down the sides of your face, this was so much and so intense. Your thighs clamped down on Doppio’s cheeks and neck, squeezing him as hard as you could. Not hard enough, apparently, as he just started giggling again through a full mouth and busy tongue “Ssho good, y/n, why have you been hiding thissh from mee~?” he moaned, tongue circling your clit. You flung your head back into the pillow, gripping the mysterious hands that held you for any source of strength or comfort.

Watching you whimper so pitifully with his head between your legs, obviously blissed out after being so needy and alone for so long, just did things to doppio. He loved the pained, fucked out expression on your face- you couldn’t even keep your eyes open as he snuck one, two fingers into your aching pussy. You whimpered so cutely, and it was all for him and him alone. Finally~

“Y/n, please, i can only hold back for so long, let me make sure it’s not painful… be good for me, please?” Doppio begged, grinding his hips into the mattress before he could help himself. Begrudgingly, you moved your thighs back just enough for Doppio to push them away, when he got a wonderful idea. King crimson, or what Boss had lent him of his stand to use, sensed his thought, and grabbed both your hands in one arm. Doppio pushed your thighs back and up, effectively bending your knees into your chest and displaying your pussy in such a beautiful way. You cried out, surprised by the sudden movements and embarrassed by how exposed you were, but there was nothing you could do about it. Doppio was just too strong.

The other free hand floated down, spreading your lips apart to give Doppio a nice view before pummeling two of his thick, strong fingers inside of you. You screamed, crying as the fingers curled directly into your sweet spot, massaging with robotic-like precision and speed. The sounds you were making were wet, animalistic, and you were quickly brought close to the brink.

“Perfect, y/n! Just like that, let yourself go! It makes me happy to see a side of yourself you never show anyone else- and you never will to anyone but me! Remember, I'm the one making you feel this good, right y/n? You couldn’t possibly find anything half as wonderful from anyone else but me! Me, got it?!” Doppio exclaimed, his voice cracking and becoming much darker, scarier. For a second, you could swear he looked like a different person entirely, wild, angry and dangerous- but you blinked and Doppio was just as before.

Doppio licked his lips, sweating and anxious, this was good enough to make you love him, right? This was what he had to do to make you happy? Boss’s words from before appeared in his head though, and he remembered how Boss had always been right before. Doppio trusted him, and was determined to win you over. Doppio let go of one of your legs-you seemed adequately distracted and restrained to get away from him- and unzipped his fly. In truth, he would’ve preferred to get all the way naked with you for the first time, so you could see and feel the real him as well, but clearly the two of you were too desperate and impatient for him to get fully naked. This time.

You whimpered at the sound of a zipper, feeling the fingers pull out of you. You heard the crinkle of a wrapped, and the muffled groan as Doppio probably rolled a condom onto himself, but you were too afraid to look. The strong floating hand, still wet with your juices, gripped your cheek and forced you to look at Doppio, staring you down with much more restraint and calm than he had been. Doppio kissed your cheek, then your lip, and pushed his warm cock achingly slowly, gently, into your waiting pussy.

You couldn’t help yourself from moaning, grabbing at the hands that held you, thrusting yourself onto Doppio’s hard and hot cock. He bit his lip, feeling you twitch and squeeze around him; he was trying so hard to be gentle for you, why were you still making things so difficult. He chuckled to himself, and motioned for King Crimson to let you go; finally you were beginning to relax and enjoy yourself, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Doppio, holding him close to you. Your mind was a mess, your body even messier, you didn’t know what to think or do about your abducter/rapist fucking you so tenderly, and you were tired of fighting. So you let him fuck you, slowly and gently and way way emotionally. Doppio wiped away new tears you hadn’t realized were there, shushing you, “It’s okay, my sweet y/n. Just relax and let me do the work. Don’t fight it any more, just let go.” He whispered, pressing kisses into your lips and cheeks far too sweetly.

So you did, you relaxed and sank into the mattress, pulling Doppio down with you. He let go of your thighs, and held you tightly to him as he fucked-no, made love to you. He gradually picked up the pace, huffing and whispering words of admiration to you about your body, or how much he adored you. You took it all limply, the fight having gone out of you and desperate for comfort. The floating arms, which you had forgotten about, reappeared and stimulated your nipples and clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Doppio sped up as well, he knew this would have to end, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. This was your first time together, after all. He wanted to make it special. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer into you. You could feel the spongy head of his dick rub your inside so sweetly, you were starting to get addicted to the feeling. Doppio buried his head into your neck, mumbling nonsense as he pushed in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, as his restraint gave way to passion.

“Y/n I- I don’t know how much longer I can last, but-” He kissed you, as the stroking of your clit sped up. You groaned loudly, you were so close, “Just a bit longer, please~” You begged, biting your lip. Doppio took a deep breath, steeling himself as he was determined to make you come first. He pounded into you, urging you closer and closer, four sets of hands circling your body and drawing out noises and gasps from you out of your control.

“Almost there, please, almost~!!!” You cried, throwing your head back with a final sigh as you came hard and fast, your core heating up and washing over you as Doppio helped you ride it out with clit rubs. Your walls fluttering around him, the face that you made as you came from him, for him, it was too much and he quickly filled his condom inside of you, moaning even louder than you had as he thrust without abandon into your wonderful, most precious place. He didn’t want to stop, thrusting almost to the point of overstimulation, before he had to stop, and collapsed on top of you. He cooed and kissed his praises and thanks into your shoulder and skin, before he noticed the soft sound of you snoring. Poor thing, he chuckled to himself, you’d really worked yourself up.

He reluctantly pulled out, after indulging in 5 minutes of cuddling your sleeping body and listening to your heartbeat. Doppio cleaned the two of you off, and tucked you into the covers of the motel- now would be a good time to set up moving you into your new home. After all, The whole reason you were in the motel is because the moving company Boss had hired to move your things into the main base would take several hours to complete their job, and Boss didn’t want anyone seeing you or Doppio at home. Doppio ruffled your hair as you slept, pulling out his cellphone to check in with Boss and give him the full update he’d requested.

Tonight was going to be very busy.

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Title: Once Forward, Twice Back Pairing: Kid x Law Prompt: 6. Makeup AND 8. One nice swimsuit and one lovely boy. AND 10. At a beach party. Notes: Entry for one of the KidLaw Summer event put on by @kidlawevents.

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If Law doesn’t prepare himself for it the smell of Kid’s lipstick can hit him with the force of a cannonball. The faint scent of wax and violets that had assailed Law’s nose the first time the other man surprised him with a kiss had led to Law throwing the other captain clear across the room. An expected reaction going by the cackle Kid had let out, but not one that Law had meant to give.

He’d too been focused on not reacting in other ways though to give a damn. The fleeting scent had taken Law by surprise and he’d been helpless against the flood of nostalgia that hit him and made it hard to breathe.

There’s something in the subtle smell of some makeup that stirs up this painful wave of nostalgia. The exact combination of pigment, wax, fat, and flower essence is unique to each color and brand in the world, and yet Kid almost always seems to find the exact one that smells just like what Cora once used. The smell of it as Law scrubbed the darker pigment off later that day had made his gut clench and his throat swell as he was assailed with memories of angrily yelling at Cora –laughing like a loon– when the red lipstick he smeared across his face would inevitably get onto Law. Water from a too cold stream was never enough to get the slightly tacky stuff off alone though and the older man would always have to help Law get rid of it.

The scent of it is wrapped up in the sense memories of cigarette smoke, warm feathers, and the rumble of a deep voice as Cora carried Law around as his strength increasingly failed him.

Law’s not sure if it’s better or worse when Kid can’t find the darker shades he prefers and goes for something bright and vividly red. A garish gash of color that always has the undertone of roses that followed Law’s mother around. A scent that would linger in Law’s nose even after she very carefully rubbed off any trace of the makeup from his face with a handkerchief she kept just for that purpose. A soft white square that was always clean but somehow always smelled like her lipstick and smiles.

It’s painful and comforting in a way that Law cannot quite untangle. So he ignores it as much as he can. Complaining enough that Kid will roll his eyes before wiping his mouth mostly clear, or preparing himself ahead of time so the scent won’t take Law by surprise. Keeping his mind focused on Kid alone as lipstick smears against his mouth so that no other memories can rise to take Law unaware again.

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Lifeguard

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Kid can think of a dozen better places to spend the day than the beach and he voices this fact –loudly and repeatedly– right up until Killer drags his ass out onto the sand and points to Trafalgar Fucking D. Water Law lounging in the lifeguard shack wearing nothing more than a speedo and cheap sunglasses. Forearms draped over the arms of a plastic chair in a way that highlighted the muscles and the dark ink of tattoos Kid had lost five years of his life to when they first appeared.

“Don’t choke,” Killer says before wandering off to fuck knows where because Kid sure isn’t paying attention to anything more than the way Trafalgar’s long legs stretch out before him or the fact that he doesn’t have a visible tan line. Which is just patently unfair as hell.

Kid had a hard enough time finishing high school with the knowledge that Trafalgar was on the swim team. The only thing that’d kept him sane was the fact that the whole team was made up of absolutely mad fuckers who got up at insane hours to practice, and Kid’d never had to be confronted with the reality of it.

Until now that is. Kid is too damn gay for this kind of assault.

It takes more will that he’d like to tear his eyes away and locate his friends. All of them looking way too fucking amused as he makes his way to them. “Shut the fuck up.”

Heat and Wire have the sense to pretend they weren’t just laughing at his misfortune. Killer, lacking both sense and any form of mercy, gives Kid a sharp grin, “Glad I dragged your sorry ass out here now?”

Kid takes his time settling against the cooler someone brought, and gives Killer a lazy finger in response. Killer’s smirk is as loud as the guffaw Wire can’t restrain. Kid ignores them and twists slightly so that he can easily see the tower and lifeguard. There’s still a lot of better places to spend the day than the beach, but he has to admit that Killer might be right this once.

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Beach Party

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Kid’s wearing cutoff jean shorts, a black tank top, and a feral grin as he challenges Law to a childish game he thought no one past thirteen even remembered, “What are you afraid of, Trafalgar? That we’ll all find out what a bad kisser you are?”

It’s a dare. A stupid one that Law should just roll his eyes at and ignore. They’re seniors getting ready to graduate, not middle school kids trying to figure out if they like someone or like like them with a game of spin the bottle. Law should be turning away with a tired sigh or sarcastic quip to join everyone else who has enough brain cells to realize they don’t want to play the game when Apoo, the Caribou brothers, and Absalom are all too eager to play as well.

He should, but he’s not.

Law’s tempted to ignore all of his common sense because Kid has a way of getting right under his skin with a cocky tilt of his head and some really stupid taunts.

“I’ll bet you kiss like a dead fish,” Kid drawls out gleefully, smacking his lips to make a truly obnoxious sound. “All cold flesh and sloppy drool.”

“I do not. That doesn’t even make any sense! How does a dead fish drool?” Law growls and hates the fact that he wants to prove Kid wrong. He shakes his head firmly and reminds himself of what’s at stake. It doesn’t matter how many people join the game. The chance of Law having to kiss some creepy classmate is too high. Especially when those same creeps are likely doing all they can to cheat their way to having the bottle land on them right now. “I am not playing.”

If Law had any sense he would have punctuated that final statement with a quick turn on his heel before marching away. But he doesn’t, so he get the full blast of mocking intent to the face when Kid regresses to being eight and starts clucking like a fucking chicken.

“Sounds like you’re a fucking coward on top of being a drooling fish to me,” Kid laughs and Law can feel his face burn in anger as he steps forward to glare up at the asshole. A move Kid meets by looking down his nose at him, just to show off the few inches he has on Law. “Why don’t you prove it to me by-”

Law snarls, wordless and not thinking at all as he decides to do just that. Both hands snaking around Kid’s head and pulling him down into a harsh clash of lips that Law smooths out quickly. Aligning their noses to lessen the impact even as Law wants to tear the smug bastard’s lips open with his teeth. That’s not the aim of this game though so Law pulls on his best tactics and changes the violent meeting of lips into a demanding kiss.

It takes very little effort to part the other man’s lips and run his tongue inside in a teasing flick. Kid tastes like the bitter hops of really cheap beer with the hint of tangy barbecue sauce as Law pulls back to focus on his full, lower lip. The vivid red hair is rough from drying off without rinsing the saltwater off, and Law can’t get his fingers very far into the wild mane. Kid’s frozen in surprise though and Law uses that to his full advantage to angle his head just right to give the asshole the best kiss of his life.

Law pulls back just as his brain kicks back online enough to wrestle control away from his pride. His ears ring with a silence that’s only broken by the quick beat of his own heart racing in his chest. Law takes one long step back while keeping direct eye contact with Kid who is doing a fantastic imitation of the dead fish he accused Law of being. It takes a lot of control not to laugh at the look or show just how nervous he suddenly feels as a breeze makes him very aware of the spit on his lips that is not his own.

Ha, who’s drooling now, Kid?

“I kiss just fine, Eustass-ya,” Law doesn’t like that his voice is a little off but he keeps his face impassive and bored as he slowly turns. “But if you want to improve your own game, feel free to join the other creeps. I’m sure they’ve kissed more than their own hands and can give you some pointers.”

Law gets five steps away before Kid sputters, and can’t help the smirk from stealing across his face as he quickly winds through the much larger crowd that’s gathered away from the area the game is being set up at. The loud shouts from Kid getting lost in the music that swells as a new singer steps up is the sweetest victory he could hope for.

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Of Sudden Rains and Lasting Promises

Pairing: Gruvia (Gray Fullbuster & Juvia Lockser) Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Romance Word Count: 2,254 words Summary: She had been fairly good at controlling the rain and not letting her emotions influence it too much. But there were a couple of instances in the past that it went out of hand–and it always involved one person. Just like how it did now. Prompt: Tears (Day 4 of Gruvia Week 2021, but I'm so late I don't want to tag it as such anymore lol) Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 You may also read it on FanFiction.net and AO3! Check out my master list for other Gruvia fics. Tag list (I'm so sorry I totally forgot to tag you in my last few fics!): @shampooneko @fbflame94 @juviaafullbuster @unvalley @gruviaftw11​ (Wanna be tagged, lemme know)

She didn't mean to make it rain. But thank heavens it was just a drizzle.

It had been a while since it last happened. She had been fairly good at controlling the rain and not letting her emotions influence it too much. But there were a couple of instances in the past that it went out of hand–and it always involved one person.

Just like how it did now.

Juvia wiped the thin streaks of rain pelting her face. She decided to sit on the park bench right under a big oak tree, but the rain must be getting stronger now because the thick canopy of leaves had become inadequate to protect her. She heard a man curse and remark how annoying the sudden rain was as he hastened to pack up the magazines and newspapers he was selling.

She was the gloomy rain woman once again.

"You shouldn't be out under the rain like that."

A hand holding a familiar pink umbrella appeared beside her, shielding her from the worsening downpour. She didn't need to look to know who it was.

"How did Gray-sama get Juvia's umbrella?"

"You left it in the guild, so I borrowed it for myself," Gray said as he moved to sit beside her, all the while not letting the shade of the umbrella leave her head. He moved his damp bangs away from his eyes and ruffled his hair to shake the droplets off.

"Gray-sama can use Juvia's umbrella. No need to ask Juvia," she muttered. She could feel Gray inching closer to her to make sure they're both under the umbrella, their arms and legs touching.

"I know. I just happened to see you here, and it's kinda unfair to keep the umbrella for myself while the owner is getting drenched."

Juvia looked at him, his chiseled profile matching the perpetual frown on his face. She already knew how handsome he was, yet her heart still beat fast every time she looked at him.

But she also couldn't help that sinking feeling in her chest when she remembered what she overheard earlier. She sighed.

"You okay?" he asked her.

"Hmm-mmm," Juvia answered. She wondered if she should ask him or just let him broach the subject. Finally, she decided to just stay in comfortable silence as the rain poured in a steady rhythm.

"Juvia?"

"Yes?"

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

There it is, she thought, but she didn't dare hope. It could be something else.

"Juvia is listening."

A long pause, with nothing but the incessant downpour and the few people out and about being all that they could hear.

"I'm going on a quest with my team." When Juvia didn't say anything, he continued, "It's gonna take a while."

Really, it shouldn't hurt like this. Mages like them go on quests all the time.

But this one was different, she knew.

"Juvia knows. Everyone was talking about it at the guild." She looked at him while he continued to stare straight ahead as if counting each drop of rain. "You're doing Gildarts-san's failed quest, right? The one that hasn't been solved for 100 years."

"Yes."

What was a previously light shower started to transform into heavier rain, bigger drops falling from the sky and making plop-plop noises on the umbrella shielding them. She could feel drops hitting the right side of her body, and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before the wetness would start to seep through her thick clothes.

She felt Gray squeeze closer to her and reposition the umbrella to cover her entire body. Glancing at him, she noticed that half of his body was getting drenched by the sudden heavy downpour.

"Gray-sama, you're getting wet," she said as she moved even closer to him, grabbing the umbrella and trying to cover him better.

"Don't worry about me," he told her, moving his arm around her shoulders so that they could fit under the umbrella better. The sudden warm sensation as Gray practically embraced her lit Juvia's pale cheeks with a pink tinge, but she couldn't bring herself to say more to him.

After a few beats, he said, "I'm sorry you had to hear it from other people. I was planning to tell you, you know."

Despite the dark clouds in the sky and her heart, Juvia couldn't help but smile. At least Gray wasn't planning to just leave her in the dark this time, like what he did when he disappeared without a trace for six months. The thought of it made tears well in her eyes, and she hastily wiped them with the back of her hand, lest the rain worsened.

Gray looked at her, concern written all over his face. "Hey, you can say no if you don't want me to leave."

At this, Juvia looked at him, her eyes wide. "What?"

"If you're not fine with it, I won't go."

"Is Gray-sama asking Juvia's permission to go on a mission?" she asked, not believing what she was hearing.

Gray blushed and looked away from her. He shrugged. "Maybe."

"But why?"

"Well, you are..." Gray swallowed, as if a thick lump had formed in his throat. "You are... my… my friend. And what you think is important to me."

She should have been sad to be called just a "friend," but for some reason, Juvia felt warmth spread in her chest. Gray wasn't particularly good with his words, but he always made up for it in his actions.

And now, he was actually considering her feelings. Ready to throw away the chance to go on a once-in-a-lifetime quest if she said so.

"Does Gray-sama want to go?"

His brows creased in thought, and it took him a moment before he answered. "Yeah, I think so. There's a part of me that wants to stay, but a bigger part of me wants to get stronger."

Juvia furrowed her brows as she looked up at him. "But Gray-sama is already very strong. Juvia knows she says this a lot, but you really are one of the strongest mages she knows."

"I'm not planning to be the strongest out there," he said. "I just want to be strong enough to protect the people that matter to me."

Juvia rolled her eyes. "Everyone at Fairy Tail can protect themselves. You have nothing to worry about."

"I'm not talking about Fairy Tail," Gray answered, his gaze darting once again to the empty rain-drenched street. She may just have imagined it, but she thought she saw his cheeks darken as he tightened his grip on her shoulder.

"There is... someone... I cherish. Someone I almost lost before. I don't want that to happen again. I want to be strong, so I can keep her safe."

It was so unusual for Gray to talk about his feelings that it left Juvia dumbfounded. Of course, she didn't want to assume or make Gray uncomfortable, but…

What the hell. He was leaving soon, and she had to let him know how much he mattered to her. One more time.

"Juvia is sure that whoever that someone is, she already thinks Gray-sama is wonderful and more than enough," she said. And in a lower voice, she added, "And she believes that her love for him won't change whether he's the strongest mage on Earthland or just an ordinary man without powers. Because she loves him just the way he is right now."

She sneaked a peek at Gray, whose eyes she couldn't see behind his bangs, but his cheeks had definitely turned a dark shade of red. And maybe it was just her imagination again, but was that a shadow of a smile appearing on his face?

The rain was finally letting up, the dark clouds gradually going away. Yet the two of them remained huddled under Juvia's umbrella. Gray started to subconsciously play with the tips of her hair, curling and uncurling them on his fingers. Not that she minded, though.

"I know that. After all, she's the kindest person I know," Gray said. "That is why I want to be the best version of myself. For her. I don't want to be anything less because she deserves only the best."

Juvia could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she fought it and willed herself not to boil or turn into a puddle. The dark clouds were all gone now, replaced by the sun's rays taking a peek from the clouds and giving an ethereal sheen to their surroundings.

"Gray-sama is so sweet. Whoever she is, she's one lucky girl."

"Trust me, I'm luckier," Gray said, grinning at her. Then, realizing that the rain had stopped and the sun was out, he closed the umbrella and stood up, stretching his hand for Juvia to grab.

"I guess someone's feeling less sad now?" he asked, and Juvia blushed.

She took Gray's hand, and he intertwined their fingers as they started walking towards Fairy Hills. "How did Gray-sama know?"

"Let's just say I also have a Juvia-radar that tells me when you need a bit of cheering up," Gray told her, and Juvia couldn't help the swarm of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Maybe it was due to their interlocked hands and the way his thumb mindlessly caressed her knuckles. Or perhaps the fact that he was walking her home, though he had been doing that for quite some time now. Or maybe it was because of how well he knew her–and actually cared about her.

It was all of the things he had said and done… and even all the unsaid ones that brought unparalleled joy in her heart. Because she felt… no, she knew that she was loved. Deeply and completely.

But she had to ask him one more thing.

"Gray-sama?'

"Hmm?"

"Can you promise... that certain someone... one thing?"

"What is it?"

"Promise her you'll come back."

Gray chuckled. "Of course. I promise I'll come back home to her, no matter what. I will come back as a man worthy of her love. "

She squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, and they continued walking hand-in-hand, no words needed.

They were at the gate of Fairy Hills when Gray spoke again.

"Juvia?"

"Yes, Gray-sama?"

He had stopped walking and faced her. "Wait for me, will you?"

A bright blush bloomed on her cheeks. Gray had always been indirect with her, yet here he was, asking her (and not a certain someone) to wait for him.

As if there would be any other answer.

"Always, Gray-sama."

And, in a moment of boldness, she tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, her lips lingering for a second before letting him go. She caught sight of his reddened cheeks before he turned his face away and awkwardly patted her head with his free hand.

"We won't be leaving until the end of the week, so, um... would you like to... spend some time with me?"

Juvia's eyes sparkled. "Is Gray-sama asking Juvia out on a–"

"Not a date!" Gray quickly interrupted. "Just, um, hanging out with each other since I'm going away and we're not going to see each other for a long time."

Juvia smiled knowingly. Nothing would change her mind that Gray was asking her out on a date, but of course, she would let him believe that they were just "hanging out" if that was what he wanted.

"Let Juvia think." She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped a finger on her chin. "Hmm, Juvia wants to eat caramade franks, go fishing–"

"You wanna go fishing? We can do that."

"Really? Juvia's so happy! She was told it's always raining around her, so she can't be taken fishing or camping or–"

"Who said that? That's a load of crap," Gray said, irritated. "Tell me and I'll punch his brains out."

Juvia placed a hand on his arm. "Not important, Gray-sama." She smiled and added, "Tomorrow, then?"

Gray nodded. And before she knew what was happening, she felt Gray pulling her body close to him, her hat yanked away from her head, and Gray's lips suddenly on her forehead. Her hands landed on his bare chest, and she could feel his heartbeat thumping loudly, probably as strong as the beating of her heart at the moment.

It ended as fast as it happened, and she found herself being pushed away by a flustered Gray, mumbling, "See you tomorrow!" As he hurriedly walked away from her, Juvia finally broke from her trance and had enough sense to shout, "Gray-sama, your clothes!"

"Crap!"

Juvia giggled as Gray picked up his discarded clothes and started wearing them, still a bit of pink coloring his cheeks. When he was done, he hastily waved goodbye to her and shouted, "Tomorrow!"

She watched his retreating form until he was no longer within her line of sight. Her heart ached a bit, knowing that he was going away soon, but it swelled with the promise that he would eventually come home to her–a better, stronger, and more confident man.

How that was even possible, she didn't know, as he was already perfect in her eyes. But she also hadn't imagined that she could even love him more, yet here she was, finding herself loving him a little bit more each day as he ever-so-slowly let her into his melting heart.

Clutching her hat to her heart, she entered Fairy Hills.

A/N: I'm still writing Gruvia Week fics? You bet I am! It would be a waste if I don't flesh out those drafts I did before, right? Thank you for still reading my fics. I appreciate them a lot and you inspire me to keep writing. Btw, the fishing thing is a reference to the FT 100 YQ chapter 11 cover. And also to what Bora said to Juvia once. :)

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Glimpses: Part 14a (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

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Summary: The cast goes out for dinner.

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A/N: Well hello there again! I was scheduled for work today but my shift got cancelled, so I had some time to go on with the story. Today's story doesn't begin with a gif - but it ends with one. Additionally, I am very anxious for everyone's reaction. Please don't kill me. xxx A.

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On set has always been Kathryn’s favorite place to be. Ever since she can think, she wanted to be an actress. It’s overwhelming sometimes, that’s for sure. But watching the movies at the end, after the projects are done, is the most rewarding thing to her. 

It’s Wednesday afternoon, today was a short day because the director scheduled some night shootings at the beginning of the week and promised to give everyone off earlier on Wednesday so the cast could go out for dinner. That’s why Kathryn is sitting in her Trailer with manager Jennifer and assistant Agnes (Ben is already off for the day) as they enjoy a cup of coffee as they chat about the upcoming weeks.

Kathryn is sprawled out on the couch, propping her feet up on Jennifer’s lap who doesn’t mind to have a little less personal space. Jennifer is studying the week’s schedule on her iPad as Kathryn stares at the ceiling. 

“Do you know what you want to wear to dinner today?” Kathryn props her head up to look at Jennifer and tries to find a quick answer.

She hates questions about outfits because usually she just throws on a blazer to whatever shirt she is wearing that day and calls is a day. As if anyone cares what she is wearing. Also, with no social media she wouldn’t notice bad press anyway.

Realizing Kathryn hasn’t thought of it yet, Agnes gets up and walks towards her wardrobe. Kathryn’s eyes follow her.

“Thank you, Aggie, just a black blazer would be great. Did I bring one? I’ll just wear it with the shirt I’m wearing. No fuzz and all.” Kathryn says apologetically. She feels bad for not getting up and arranging her clothes herself, but she is completely exhausted and can’t find the strength to get up just yet.

The three woman chat for a little longer before Kathryn sits down to reapply her makeup and fix her hair. There’s a knock on the door. Once again, Agnes is the one who gets up to open it as Jennifer is on a call with a magazine who wants to interview Kathryn soon.

“Hello! Can I he-“ The redhead nearly falls out of the trailer as she is faced with one of Kathryn’s co stars. The actor smiles at her softly, offering a hand to steady her.

“Is Kathryn here?” He asks in a raspy, low voice and peeks his head into the trailer. Kathryn, who has turned around from where she is seated, makes eye contact with him and offers a slow wave to say hello.

“K! We’re slowly but surely getting ready to leave and I thought I’d give you a heads up and maybe even take you with me already.” Hearing this nickname from anyone but you makes Kathryn feel very uneasy and her whole inside flinches as she realizes that, if she doesn’t speak up about it, he will continue using it. But at the same time: what is she supposed to say? She can’t just call him out for something like that because that could make her seem extremely unfriendly right away.

Realizing an answer is long overdue, she nods and checks herself in the mirror. “Can I get… like 10 more minutes, Jeff? I’ll come find you immediately.”

He shoots her a bright smile “Don’t worry! Let’s make it 15 and I’ll pick you up again.” And with that he leaves the trailer again.

Jennifer, who ended the call just a moment ago, looks up from the tablet to grin at Kathryn. “What a gentleman.” She winks.

“Treating you just the way you deserve to be treated.” Agnes also winks at her and Kathryn wishes she could just slap both of them. Lovingly, obviously.

Jennifer gets her attention back. “So…. Are you gonna go with him?”

“IS IT GONNA BE A DATE?” The younger woman jumps in excitedly.

Kathryn turns around to actually face her two closest people again without a mirror being the transmitting point. “Guys, you know I’ve been spending time with Y/N. That would be extremely unfair to her. I couldn’t.”

Agnes starts nodding as Jennifer takes her attention off the tablet for a moment and fully faces Kathryn. “I know, but let’s face it. She is much younger than you, doesn’t know a thing about the business and she won’t be here for a long long time. And of she would be here then press would go absolutely wild and you know that!”

“But… she makes me happy.” Kathryn won’t let her manager talk for herself and over her feelings like that and smiles as she sees her assistant nod behind Jennifer’s back over the remark.

“Might be, but still. My point stands. As your manager I have to tell you that both could be an extreme distraction, but at least he is here and you don’t have to stay up extremely late to communicate.” Jennifer looks back at her tablet, where she furiously starts typing. “Also. He has a very clean record and seems genuinely nice.”

“Let’s put on the red lipstick you brought, Kathryn! I’ll help you.” Agnes smiles and gets up from where she is seated to step closer to Kathryn, pushing her red hair behind her ears.

As they look at each other in the mirror and Kathryn’s eyes meet hers, she realizes how emotional her boss seems to be over the whole situation. Realizing Agnes is about to make another remark, Kathryn slightly shakes her head as she keeps intense eye contact and reaches for the lipstick to distract herself.

Just a moment later, Jeffrey knocks on the door again.

“There she is!” He exclaims, reaching for Kathryn’s hand who is about to step out of the trailer. “The most beautiful woman on set.”

She blushes and slaps his arm that is intertwined with hers all while jokingly rolling her eyes. “Oh shush.” She laughs.

“Just spilling some facts. Let’s go, I’ll drive. The others left just a moment ago and I offered to bring you.”

It’s a short drive and the two hold a casual conversation about previous projects and the mood is good. He seems to actually be quiet the gentleman as he immediately walks around the car and opens the door for her to get out. It’s just now becomes clear that it wasn’t a smart idea to leave later than the others.

Word must have spread and paparazzi and a handful of fans are building a crowd in front of the restaurant. For aesthetic reasons, the restaurant’s entrance is made out to look like a red carpet - the perfect opportunity to shoot some pictures of the stars.

The whole cast is still outside, waiting for Jeff and Kathryn all while handing out autographs. Paparazzi line up to get the perfect shot of the whole cast. Someone from the restaurant seems to be outside already to organize and manage the situation and give the cast some space. He talks the paparazzi down to take a single picture of all of them together.

Kathryn gets seemingly uneasy. She never really does a lot of big press for her projects and events like the Grammys are so organized that she doesn’t get to experience chaos like this, especially with no security around. Jeffrey turns around to look at her. “Hold on to me, we’ll be inside in a minute.”

She smiles thankfully and intertwines their arms again on their way inside. As they are all stopped for the cast picture, the fans line up with the paparazzi to get some pictures themselves. There is a moment of silence as the hotel manager arranges everyone and clears the chaos. A random girl in the back of the people suddenly jumps up and, thereby, grabs everyone’s attention. “I LOVE YOU, KATHRYN.” She jumps again. “YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL, KATHRYN.” She yells, prompting Kathryn to break out into the most beautiful smile, a sight that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeffrey who smiles back at her, creating a moment that is captured by a fan’s phone.

Dinner itself is calming and everyone has a good time. Kathryn loves to get to know everyone this way and they stay for multiple hours until the sun has long set and it seems like everyone is on their third desert, just to drag out the time.

Slightly intoxicated from all the wine she has had with the female co star next to her, Kathryn smiles at Jeffrey. “Thank you for offering a ride, by the way. I feel like I haven’t said that yet.”

“You are very welcome.” He replies and places his hand on her upper thigh for a moment as the two of them look at each other for a little too long.

“Kathryn! Another glass?” She actress next to Kathryn grabs her attention as the waiter offers to pour another one. Overthinking for a moment, Kathryn ends up declining the glass and asks for a water instead. She doesn’t want to be hungover tomorrow.

As it nears midnight, the cast slowly but surely makes their way back home and Jeff reaches out for Kathryn once again to help her up from the table. Just like before, he offers her a right back home to the hotel that she is staying in over night. They realize they are living on the same floor as they make their way back to her room. 

Kathryn, who’s red lipstick has already worn off from all the food and drinks she’s had, stumbles slightly. Not because she is drunk, but because of how tired she feels. There are no words to describe how glad she is that she doesn’t have to work early the next morning. Her first shoot isn’t until 3pm, so she will definitely be sleeping in.

Jeffrey guides her all the way to her room and watches her as she let’s herself in. He stays in the door frame, leaning against it as his eyes follow her every step. Kathryn takes off her blazer and ruffles through her hair after putting her jewelry on a plate on her table.

In her background, Jeffrey, who is still standing where she left him, clears his throat. “Come and spend the night with me.”