#''But when I stand before God I'll have one thing to say to weigh against the rest:

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✟ — Rib of Adam ; matt murdock blurb

a/n. " But when I stand before God I'll have one thing to say to weigh against the rest: Lord, you gave me a rare woman; And God! I loved her well. " — Jamie Fraser, 'Outlander'

MATT MURDOCK feels warm. 

He can’t tell if it’s from the blood, or—

“No, no, no, no, Matty, stay with me.”

—or the fact that you’re cradling him to your heart.

( He thinks of Father Lantom raising the Chalice of Salvation during Eucharistic Prayer. He thinks of the blood of the covenant; of forgiveness of sins.

He wonders if he’ll be forgiven. )

Matt tries to speak. 

The blood curdles thick in his throat, sputtering, and the pain ripples through his battered body again. It’s enough to make his senses tunnel into everything and nothing all at once; enough to send you into another desperate spiel of words too quick to follow. 

“Shh, shh, shh.” He hears you choke. “You’re, You're gonna be okay. Stay with me, Matthew, okay?”

Yes, he wants to answer. Always.

Matt wants—

( “And Jesus cried, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?'” Father Lantom sermons, “That is to say, 'My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?'” 

The verse is from Matthew-27:46. 

How ironic, Matt thinks, the first time he’d heard it. )

—to say everything. To tell you everything. To thank you, to apologise, to admit that if every single damn one of his universes ended with him being held in your hands— that it’d be a kindness. 

That if he is to be given a single chance, by some divine intervention, to rewrite history: He’d do it all over again the exact same way— without a shadow of a doubt; without any hesitation.

He would move mountains and dry the oceans and split the skies and scorch the earth. 

He would do everything. Anything.

( Penance. Absolution. Damnation. )

The ringing in his ears render your words softer and softer. Somehow, still, he thinks you sound beautiful even when panicked.

If you— his darling, dearest, beloved— are the last thing that the Daredevil hears before being condemned to whatever dark dominion the Lord will cast him to, then let it be known that it is Matt Murdock who will die a happy man.

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bodyguard boyfriend

eustass kid/monkey d luffy/roronoa zoro/trafalgar d water law/vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader | fluff | ~900 words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, cursing

a/n: okay, this was heavily inspired by @pileofmush because she wrote such a beautiful match up for me + zoro that i started to think about how some of my fav boys would be protective over their s/o !! this is more comedic than romantic but i had such a good time writing it :3

18+ MDNI

eustass kid isn't afraid to straight up tell someone to fuck off. he’ll sneer at them through gritted teeth as he stands behind you, keeping a protective hand on the small of your back. if that alone is not enough to send anyone in a twenty foot vicinity scurrying away, he'll approach whoever has their eyes set on you.

“what the fuck do you think you're looking at?” kid will cross his arms and make himself look bigger, which really isn't necessary with his nearly seven foot frame. “get lost, you piece of shit, or i'll make you regret it.”

if this person isn't stupid, they'll immediately obey and never show their face around you again.

you're always oblivious to others’ attention, though, since kid takes care of it so quickly.

“where'd you go?” you’d ask, looking over your shoulder as kid returned to you.

“nowhere, doll, nothin’ to worry about.” he’d say gruffly before assuming his rightful place next to you and draping an arm over your shoulders.

monkey d luffy doesn't ever get jealous! he doesn't mind if you talk to other people who may or may not be attractive to you, and he doesn't mind if people blatantly hit on you. it's not like he’d ever really pick up on the fact that someone's flirting with you, anyway.

there are times when he becomes protective, though, and that is if someone is harassing you relentlessly, despite your attempts to free yourself from the situation. 

he’ll place himself between you and the assailant, his arms outstretched as he herds you behind him. all he has to do is glare at them, and the cheerful boy who'd been by your side is quickly replaced by your strong and capable boyfriend, who’d fight the gods themselves to keep you safe and sound.

“leave ‘em alone.” he'd say lowly, and that's the only thing he’d have to do. afterwards, he'd wrap his limbs all the way around you and rub his cheek against yours, speaking to you in a soft voice but with a huge grin on his face to try and cheer you up.

“you doin’ okay? i got rid of ‘em for ya. you'll never hafta worry about ‘em again!”

roronoa zoro is hyper aware of all of his surroundings. every time you're in public, he notices anyone and everyone who happens to even look in your direction. you'd never know it, though, since he's always good at keeping his cool and aloof in most situations.

“i don’ like the way that person is lookin’ atcha.” zoro would grunt, keeping one hand on his swords and the other wrapped around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin.

“ro, there's no one looking at me. calm down.” you'd say with a chuckle. “be my boyfriend, not my guard dog.”

he'd narrow his eyes at you, a very subtle frown grazing his lips, but he'd comply nonetheless. you're right, after all, there's nothing to worry about. 

so he'd just resort to being glued to your backside, hands on your hips and head on a swivel, glaring daggers at this person until they slink away. once they're gone, he'd smirk and huff a satisfied chuckle, letting himself relax as he rests his head in the crook of your neck and closes his eyes. yeah, he's not too worried about it.

trafalgar d water law doesn't typically get jealous. if he does, he'll hold it in his heart and let it weigh heavy on his chest and just send death wishes to whoever is taking your attention away at the moment. it's very easy for him to get you out of these situations, though. he doesn't really want to deal with conflict, he's too tired for that shit. so he has a very simple solution.

he’ll approach you and the unwelcome stranger, sighing and taking his hands out of his pockets.

“room.” law raises his hand, sending a devious smirk from underneath his cap toward the stranger. “shambles.”

and then the stranger would be gone, simple as that.

you'd turn to law with an exasperated look. “you just can't help yourself can you?”

he would just exhale a chuckle and pull you close with one arm, not saying a word.

vinsmoke sanji becomes aggressively aware immediately after anyone of the opposite sex expresses even the most minute amount of interest in you. it could be a smile that looks just a little to friendly or a glance that lasts a little too long, he's on it.

he won't let you notice, though. he'll keep his loving and cheerful demeanor, speaking to you in a sweet voice and continuing to call you by your pet name whenever you speak to him. but he's going to be stalking around you, blocking the pursuer’s line of sight with his body while keeping his hands on your hips.

“i’ll be right back, darling!” he’d tilt your chin up to place a sweet kiss to your lips before quickly approaching the stranger and grabbing them by their collar, dragging them out of the area. 

he wouldn't physically harm them, but he'd shove them against a wall and threaten the fuck out of them. “if you ever so much as look at my precious y/n-chan again, i will personally deliver you to hell.”

then he'd be off, running back to your arms with such zest and sweet excitement!

taglist: @kingofthe-egirls @chopperwithouthishat @usoppsstar + mush but she's already tagged lolol

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Brewing Affections

ONESHOT: Brewing Affections ~ Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Masterlist

"Hurry up, Garreth, we're going to be late!" you groan as you look behind you while your brother struggles to take out his wand from his robe.

"Relax sis, we still have a whole five minutes," he retorts.

You sigh. "It's not a short walk to the potions room, you know," you reply, rolling your eyes as you turn back around. "You always make us late."

"Do not!" he retorts.

"Oh really? Last week, we were almost 10 minutes late to charms, and the week before, we were 15 minutes late, and the week before—"

"Okay okay, I get it!" he grumbles. "We'll make it, though. Besides, who's going to care?"

You sigh. He doesn't understand the importance of being punctual. You, on the other hand, are a stickler for being on time. It's the one thing you don't need to be smart to do at this school.

Finally, after a seven-minute walk, you arrive only slightly late to Professor Sharp's potions class. The two of you stand by your cauldrons with the other 7th year Gryffindors who tell you that Sharp is still writing something down on his desk, and hasn't begun. Unfortunately for you, this causes Garreth to stick out his tongue at you and say, "I told you so!"

You scoff, "Whatever."

The two of you get ready for the lesson, pulling out your vials, measuring spoons, and ingredients. But when Professor Sharp is finally ready to start class, he clears his throat and begins to explain that today's class will be slightly different. "Today," he says with a bit of a proud grin on his face, "I will be pairing you up with different partners. Good practice for some of you who can't seem to get along with the other houses in here."

"I swear to god if he pairs me up with that wannabe pretty boy Sallow," Garreth begins to complain to Leander on the opposite side of where you sit, "I'll fucking quit this class."

You roll your eyes. Garreth has always had a rivalry with Sebastian. It's not really a rivalry, but more so that the two are complete opposites of each other. You don't usually pay it much mind. They're both on rival quidditch teams, and have different opinions on nearly everything so it's pretty normal. However, the fact that they're both so competitive makes their arguments much worse.

"Now, please listen carefully, for I will not be repeating myself," Professor Sharp continues, "When I call your names, you will go sit across from your partner. Understood?"

There are a couple of quiet mumbles of "Yes Sir," before Professor Sharp continues.

"Mr. Cromwell, with Ms. Jones."

"Lucky Cromwell," Garreth nods to Leander.

"Ms. Huxley, with Mr. Prewett," Sharp continues. "Hm, then I'll have Ms. Weasley with Mr. Sallow."

Garreth's head immediately turns to yours and he mouths, "Better you than me."

You, however, just shake your head and shrug your shoulders. It's not a big deal to you, even though the two of you can't get along, you'll at least be able to get the job done.

You watch as Sebastian slowly makes his way across the classroom to your station. You're not sure why he's moving so slowly, but you think it might be his ego weighing him down.

"Better keep your hands to yourself, Sallow," Garreth whispers to him with narrowing eyes. "Touch my sister and you're dead."

"I think you better tell her that," Sebastian smirks as he leans against the table, "She's the one who couldn't keep her hands off of me yesterday."

Your eyes widen. What the fuck is he talking about?

"What the hell are you talking about?" Garreth's voice is rising. "You lying—"

"Hey hey," Leander holds his arm out in front of him, "Don't get yourself in trouble with Sharp."

Sebastian is smiling to himself as the four of you watch Professor Sharp call the rest of the class to their new stations. Once Garreth is gone, you're left to deal with Sebastian on your own. It's then that Professor Sharp gives directions, explaining that he will be giving each table their own, unknown potion and are expected to brew it before leaving the room. "Teamwork," he tells the class. "Will be imperative to completing this potion I promise you've never attempted to brew before. And, I have a feeling it will take some time," Professor Sharp shakes his head.

You try not to ignore how close Sebastian is getting to you as Sharp passes out instructions on a small piece of paper. Once you receive yours, you read it aloud to Sebastian.

"You know those directions are never accurate," he sighs once you finish, picking up way too much Serpentine Shadowroot than needed.

"Are you serious? I don't think Sharp would give us a mystery potion with incorrect directions," you shake your head as you snatch the shadow root from his hand.

"Yes, I am serious. You must not be familiar with Sharp's techniques then. Remind me, are you new here? Do you need me to teach you, Y/N," Sebastian grins, leaning in close.

You roll your eyes. "Don't pretend like you know him better than anyone else. You're always trying to prove yourself to everyone."

"And what's wrong with that?" Sebastian asks.

"You're so annoying," you shake your head as you measure out just the right amount of shadow root.

"You really want us to fail, don't you? Are you trying to spend extra time with me, Weasley?" he then asks you, his smirk only widening on his face.

"Merlin's Beard, you just can't help yourself, can you? I'm pretty sure I've made it fairly obvious I'm not interested in you flirting with me right now, Sallow," you grumble.

"Oh? Not right now?" he repeats. "So does that mean I've got a shot later?"

"Shut up, Sallow. Just read the damn directions again," you shake your head.

"Why? So you can be a goody two shoes and do all the work? That's what all your friends see, don't they?" he begins to provoke you.

"No," you shake your head. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't?" Sebastian laughs. "I think I know you and your friends a lot better than you think."

"You don't know me," you roll your eyes.

"You're right. But I'm willing to learn," Sebastian smirks.

You don't even bother replying, you just roll your eyes and reach past him to get the next ingredient. "No, that's not next!" he suddenly shouts, causing you to pull back your arm so quickly that you bump your elbow against your cauldron and spill the contents onto the floor. You glare at Sebastian as the rest of the class stares in your direction.

"You ass, what the hell was that?!" you exclaim, reaching over and grabbing his shirt collar.

"I didn't mean—" he starts to defend himself.

Just then, Professor Sharp approaches and clears his throat. You let go of Sebastian and place your hands on your sides. "Apologies, Professor, but-"

"Save it, Weasley," he shakes his head. "I suppose the whole family really is the same. I thought you were different. To the Headmaster's office. Both of you!"

***

"Back again, Sallow?" Headmaster Black shakes his head when he sees the two of you begrudgingly enter his office. "You really need to stop getting yourself sent here."

"What? But I don't always come," Sebastian insists. "Scribner lets me go almost every time!"

"Oh does she now?" Black nods his head as though he had no previous knowledge of this. "Well, she must have been feeling particularly nice then."

You can't help but chuckle quietly to yourself as Sebastian gets reprimanded. You've only ever talked to Headmaster Black a few times over the past few years, and it was only really because of what happened to your parents in Hogsmeade two years back.

"I understand the situation with your sister, Anne, and wanting to help find a cure for her seemingly unmanageable illness, but this is not the way of doing things," Black continues.

"Yes, Sir," Sebastian sighs.

Your smile fades as Sebastian hangs his head down low. You didn't realize just how poorly his sister was doing, and judging by his reaction, you can only assume the worst.

"Now," Headmaster Black begins to address the both of you, "What was the incident today in potions?"

"She—" Sebastian immediately begins, before you cut him off.

"I bumped my elbow against the cauldron and knocked it over, causing Sebastian to get in trouble for my mistake," you explain.

"No, no, no," Sebastian insists. "That's not what-"

"But that is the truth," you insist, looking at the Headmaster, "I'll gladly accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate."

"Very well," he sighs. "20 points from Gryffindor. Now, leave. I have no need for further discussion with the two of you."

"Yes, Sir," the both of you respond in unison.

As you walk out, Sebastian leads the way, not bothering to turn back or wait for you as he heads toward the Slytherin dorms. "Sebastian!" you call out hopelessly, but it isn't until you run in front of him and hold out your hand against his chest that he stops.

"What?" he snaps.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I didn't know that's why you were acting the way you were," you sigh. "I didn't realize that-"

"Piss off," he replies coldly, shoving his shoulder against yours as he continues walking.

"Please," you insist, following after him, "Listen to me, will you? I'm trying to apologize, you jerk!"

"Why?" he asks, stopping in his tracks. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because," you reply, "I didn't realize. I didn't know that was the case. But I know what it's like to lose someone I love."

"Anne isn't dead, idiot," he grumbles before walking away. You decide not to chase after him again.

***

"Hey, Y/N," Garreth taps your shoulder. You and the rest of your Gryffindor friends are sitting in the Great Hall for dinner, but all you can think about is the events earlier in the day. "You're going to the game tomorrow, right?"

"Huh?" you look at your brother and nod. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

"Who are you rooting for?" Leander asks.

You look at Garreth who passes you a smirk, though he doesn't let anyone else see it. He then makes a kissy face, mocking the way you know Leander feels about you.

"Gryffindor," you laugh, hitting your brother in the chest. "I'm a Gryffindor, why would I cheer for Slytherin?"

"Oh, yeah, well, I know that. I just thought maybe there was a certain Gryffindor you were interested in, is all," Leander blushes, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the table.

"I don't think there is," you answer coldly before going back to your trance. You can somewhat hear the laughter that erupts from the rest of the table at Leander's expense, but you don't pay it much care.

"Oh, that reminds me," Garreth then calls to you, "what happened in the headmaster's office with Sallow? He didn't throw you under the bus, did he?"

"No," you shake your head as you glance past him at the Slytherin table on the opposite side. "But I did cost us 20 points."

"Fucking serious?" Garreth grumbles as he turns his head to face the rest of the Slytherin table.

"What is it, Garreth?" you ask, still looking over as well.

"They're all just fucking pricks," he growls.

Sebastian isn't hard to spot at the table. He's rather tall and has a commanding presence, and that's not even counting his enviously soft hair and strong jawline. He sits, unbothered, as he talks to his friend Ominis Gaunt. When Garreth turns back around, you keep your gaze fixated on the handsome Slytherin. You didn't realize it at first, but the way he treats everyone is almost like a defense mechanism. It's like he tries to gain everyone's love because he's afraid he won't get enough somewhere else.

When the two of you catch eyes, he doesn't smile, but instead, his eyes widen. It's like he's surprised, or maybe he's nervous. Maybe he's embarrassed about what happened in the hallways, or the potions classroom. Either way, you avert your eyes before anything can happen.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Garreth then asks you softly. "Nothing happened to you, right?"

"No," you reply, your voice in a whisper. "I'm fine. I think I just need some air."

You quickly excuse yourself from the table and head outside. It's a bit colder than usual tonight, but the weather is still quite pleasant. The moon is bright, and there are some clouds scattered across the sky. You decide to walk around the school grounds for some time until you finally arrive back at the courtyard.

It's empty, you note. It must be past curfew already. You're not quite sure how time passed so quickly, but it did. However, before you can head inside, you spot someone sitting on the edge of the fountain. It's Sebastian.

Seeing him makes you hesitate. You don't know what to say, really. You wish you could apologize for being weird earlier in the day, but the last time you tried, it didn't go over so well. Instead, you approach him quietly.

As you get closer, you notice that his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are red. He looks sad, almost. Is he crying?

"Are you alright?" you ask him.

"What?" he responds, quickly wiping his eyes as he looks up at you. "Y/N, what're you doing here?"

"Uh, I'm not really sure," you respond softly. "Mind if I sit?"

Sebastian nods and scoots over slightly, allowing you to join him.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, your eyes glancing towards his.

"Yeah," he nods. "Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure," you answer as you reach into your cloak and pull out a small handkerchief. You then gently hold it out to him and allow him to take it from you.

"Thank you," he says, reaching out his hand.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, not really saying much of anything. "Is there anything I can do?" you finally ask him.

"Not unless you know of a cure for Anne," he scoffs.

"Sorry," you shake your head. "But I do know what it's like to see someone you love be in pain. Two years ago my parents were in Hogsmeade when a large troll appeared and caused some trouble. They were caught in the crossfire. There was nothing I could do."

"I'm sorry," Sebastian frowns.

"It's alright," you shake your head. "The point of telling you that wasn't to have you pity me or anything. It was just to show that I know what it's like. You've got someone to worry about, but you should take comfort knowing that she's still here."

"Do you miss them?" Sebastian asks, looking at you.

"Every day," you nod.

"I know I would, too," he sighs. "If Anne were to-"

"We don't have to talk about that," you shake your head.

"Sorry," he sighs.

"No, it's okay. But it's getting late, we should head back inside," you sigh.

"Y/N," Sebastian suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist. "Thank you. For sitting with me. And listening."

"No problem."

***

The next afternoon you walk down to the common room where the rest of your Gryffindor friends are dressed in their house's colors. Everyone is chanting about how the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin is the most important game of the season and that they need to beat Slytherin. Once everyone is ready, you head out and make your way to the quidditch pitch.

When the game is about to start, the crowd is abuzz. They're excited for the game to begin. It's the only time the entire school can be unified and on the same team. But before the game begins, Leander Prewett, dressed in his Quidditch uniform, approaches you with a pale face.

"Leader?" you begin, but before you can ask him why he's not getting ready for the game, he bends over to his left and vomits up whatever he had for lunch.

"Shit," you grimace. "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

"No, I'll be fine," he shakes his head.

"You don't look fine," Cressida, one of the other 7th year girls, remarks.

"Cress, not now," Leander grumbles. "Y/N, please take my broom to Garreth. He said he's been wanting to use it so figured I'd give it to him since I can't play."

"Yeah, sure, but, uh, you really didn't need to walk all the way out here to give my stupid brother your broom. He's got his own," you sigh.

"Well, maybe I also partially wanted to see you," he smiles.

You chuckle softly. "I'll get this to Garreth. You go back to your room and rest."

As Leander nods, you walk to the side of the pitch toward the Gryffindor locker room. However, finding yourself preoccupied with thoughts of the night before, you enter the locker room and come face-to-chest with a tall, muscular Slytherin. Shit, you mutter to yourself, you've walked into the wrong room.

As you take a step back from the situation that you'd quite honestly love to be a part of in any other situation, you realize that the bare chest belongs to none other than Sebastian Sallow who's only dressed from the waist down. Finding yourself embarrassed, you look up and away from him before apologizing.

"Ah, hey there, Y/N," he calls out to you, grin ever present on his face. "Don't worry, it's not the first time a girl's seen me shirtless. You can look."

You roll your eyes. "Not interested."

"Are you sure about that?" he questions, his tone playful. "Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to let you know how grateful I am for what you said to me last night. You definitely did cheer me up and now I'm ready to kick some Gryffindor ass."

After he speaks, the rest of the men in the locker room erupt in an uproarous cheer. A few of them whistle as they crowd Sebastian, but you can still manage to spot the wink he sends your way before getting enveloped by his excited teammates. You roll your eyes as you walk out. Maybe you shouldn't have taken the fall for him in Black's office yesterday.

***

After returning from your delivery to Garreth, you walk up to the stands where the rest of your friends have saved you a seat.

"What's up, Cress?" you ask, taking your seat beside your friend who is folding her arms over her chest.

"Imelda," she grumbles, "is such a narcissistic bitch."

"What'd she do this time?" you sigh.

"She's the reason why Leander can't play!" Cressida exclaims.

"No way, are you serious?" you question.

"Yes! She gave him some weird potion so he'd get sick and not be able to play. We saw her on the way up to the stands laughing as she drank some kind of pink concoction. When I called her out, she just laughed and walked away," Cressida shakes her head. "It's fucking despicable."

"Oh wow," you reply. But before you can say anything more, the whole crowd shouts in an uproarous cheer. The game is beginning.

As the players fly around, hyping up the crowd before they play, Sebastian's broom stops just in front of where your group of friends happen to be standing. "I swear," you grumble, "this guy is fucking everywhere lately."

Cressida chuckles and nudges you in the shoulder before her breath suddenly hitches. Sebastian, his broom still stopped in front of the section where you are, blows a pink-lipped kiss towards you.

"Oh, Merlin's Beard," she gasps, grabbing your arm and holding it tightly. "He's flirting with you."

"Piss off," you mumble, trying to hide your embarrassment, "He's just an ass."

"He's so fucking cool," Leander shakes his head. You look at him in confusion as he gazes at Sebastian like a lovesick puppy.

"Why are you still here?" you ask with a nudge to his side. "Go home, Prewett!"

Finally, the lanky Gryffindor takes your advice and returns to his dorm room to rest. You're thankful. At least you can finally enjoy the game without worrying about him.

The crowd begins to cheer again when the game starts. Both teams fly around and try their best to score as many points as they can. But about halfway into the game, lightning strikes and the balls begin to act up.

"Think they're going to stop it?" Eric Northcott asks the group.

"No way, they can't stop it now!" Hector Jenkins adds.

"But if they don't, someone could get really hurt," Cressida adds.

That's true, you think to yourself. You're worried about Garreth, especially because he's not even on his typical broom.

Soon, your worry only intensifies as one of the Bludgers begin to act erratically. The crowd turns to panic as it rushes past the fifth row.

"Fuck," you breathe out. "It's headed right towards where Sebastian is!"

"Come on, Y/N, let's get out of here!" Cressida calls out to you.

"I'll be right there!" you reply, watching as they rush off before jumping down to the pitch. In all of the pandemonium, Sebastian gets knocked off his broom and nobody else seems to notice. "Sebastian!" you shout, running as fast as you can to his side. When you finally reach him, his body is bruised and bleeding from the fall. "Hey, Sebastian," you call to him, kneeling beside his body. "You need to get up."

"No," he groans, "I can't. Fuck, get the hell out of here, Weasley. It isn't safe."

"Hold on," you tell him, fumbling around in your clothes for your wand. Then, without another word, you Floo both you and Sebastian out of there. For some reason, the place your brain takes you to is the Room of Requirement.

When the two of you arrive, the room shifts into a sort of medical room. You immediately stand up and rush around for whatever bandages you can find. Sebastian manages to make his way over to a cot where he lets out a deep sigh.

"What the fuck was that?" he grumbles.

"I'm not sure," you reply.

"And why the fuck did you take me with you?" he continues.

"You were hurt and needed help," you retort, pulling out a vial of wiggenweld and some bandages.

"So what? Why did you help me? What happened to hating me?" he questions.

"I don't hate you," you answer. "You're just an ass sometimes."

"Oh yeah?"

"Don't make me regret saving your ass," you shake your head as you lift up his head and place a pillow beneath it. "Now drink."

"Are you serious?" he asks.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"There are a million things wrong with that," he answers.

"Well, you're not really in the best position to be telling me what to do," you scoff as you place the vial in his hand. Sebastian begrudgingly drinks it as you dab the blood off his head with a damp towel. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You're so frustrating," he sighs, relaxing against the pillow as you accept the empty bottle back from him.

"Better to be frustrating than an asshole who leaves you bleeding out in the pitch," you smile to yourself. "Now get up, I'm bringing you to Nurse Blainey."

"No!" he quickly insists.

"No?" you look at him.

"Please," he shakes his head, reaching out and taking hold of your arm.

"Why not?"

"She's going to have a fit about it, and I don't want her yelling at me again," he replies. "I've been there too many times this semester. I don't want the lecture. Especially not with you there. Black will certainly have my head."

"Well what do you want me to do then?" you roll your eyes as you fold your arms over your chest.

"I dunno," he shrugs, hissing in pain when he accidentally moves his shoulder, "but maybe we could just stay here."

"Seriously? You're really going to be a baby and make me stay with you here all night? There's no way," you shake your head.

"Why not? Is it 'cause of before? I meant what I said, Y/N, it's not the first time a girl's seen me with my shirt off," he smirks as he attempts to sit up on his own.

You groan to yourself as you sit beside him on the bed. The two of you talk for a while, mostly about your siblings. You don't argue at all, just talk like genuine friends for the first time. Eventually, you begin to feel tired. It's only natural, considering the events of the day.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" he asks softly, slightly waking you up from your half-slumber.

"Hmm?" you grumble, looking over at him.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" he asks again, a small smile growing on his face.

"Mhmm," you nod, "yeah, but, um, could we maybe wait one more minute?"

Sebastian chuckles as he stands up and grabs you by your hand. You feel suddenly a bit more awake as he pulls you to your feet and allows you to stand so close to him this time without saying anything to ruin the moment. "Come on, let's find the way out of here."

The two of you look, you really do, but neither of you can find the exit. "Are you sure there was a door?" Sebastian asks.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I mean, it's supposed to take you wherever you need it," you shrug. "Maybe there was no door because we don't need it. We just need to sleep."

"Does that mean the room is telling us we should sleep together?" Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

"That's not what I said," you grumble.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he chuckles. "But, um, are you okay with staying here?"

"I guess so," you sigh. "There aren't any other options, right? But there's only one cot."

"Don't look at me like that," he shakes his head. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor. I'm a gentleman."

"Sure you are," you roll your eyes.

"Oh, come on, Weasley, I thought we were over all that animosity," he shakes his head as he takes a step toward you. "And don't worry, that threat from your brother is clearly engraved in my brain. I won't touch you. Promise."

"I wasn't worried about that," you shake your head.

"Oh, really?" he chuckles. "Good. Then we should probably get some sleep."

With a sigh, you turn away from him and reach down to the hem of your shirt. Before you pull it up, you stop and look over your shoulder.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Stop watching," you insist.

"Oh, right," he laughs, shaking his head as he turns the opposite way to presumably do the same. You quickly take the opportunity to strip down and put on the shirt the room offers to you. It's a long shirt, which is fine. But the problem is that the shirt has no shorts to match. You take what you can get, though, and turn back to face Sebastian.

Your face heats up at the sight, and you hate yourself for it. Sebastian has nothing but boxers on, and he's already lying face-up on the cold floor.

"I won't look," he says, gazing up at the ceiling. "You can join me if you'd like."

"I'm good," you scoff, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms.

"Okay," he nods, his voice soft.

"Sebastian," you begin.

"Yeah?" he replies.

"Thanks," you whisper.

"What was that?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Sallow," you shake your head.

"Alright," he responds. "I'm going to sleep. You should, too."

You don't respond, just lay down on the cot and shut your eyes. However, despite how hard you try, you can't fall asleep.

After what feels like an eternity, Sebastian speaks up. "Y/N, are you still up?"

"Uh huh," you answer, your eyes still closed.

"Can't sleep?"

"Not really," you shrug, opening your eyes and looking at him.

"What's on your mind?" he asks.

"I'm not sure," you tell him.

"Want me to keep talking to you until you fall asleep?"

"That might be a good idea, Sallow. You could bore me to sleep," you scoff.

"Oh, really?" he chuckles.

"No," you shake your head. "Talking to you is actually... kinda nice."

"Wow," he laughs, "you know, I didn't think we'd ever get along."

"Me neither," you answer honestly. "But it's not as bad as I thought, I guess."

"Yeah," he agrees. "I like being friends with you, Y/N. And if you need to talk, I'm here for you. And I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Okay," you nod.

"And, hey, thank you again for saving me out there. That could've been really bad," he sighs.

"I didn't want anything to happen to you, Sallow," you answer softer this time.

After that, silence befalls the two of you again, but in your mind, the silence is so overwhelmingly loud.

You're not sure what it is, but something inside you forces you to grip tightly onto your blanket and sit up from the cot. You take a few steps and kneel down beside where Sebastian is trying to sleep. He looks over at you, puzzled, but waits to hear what you have to say before making any remarks.

You feel so stupid in your mind, but without a single word, you bend down and press a soft kiss against his lips. After the fact, you quickly pull back, your face hot as the fire whisky you drank the last time Gryffindor won a match.

"Weasley, what was-"

"Sebastian," you interject, "do you like me?"

"I don't know," he replies honestly. "You make me feel so many things."

"Do you want to find out?" you ask quietly.

Sebastian answers by grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. His hands slowly run up and down your body before finally settling on your thighs. When he kisses you, it's hungry and desperate, like he's been holding it back all this time.

"Shit," he hisses as you bite his lip, pulling his hair. "You're a fucking tease, Weasley."

"Shut up, Sallow, and touch me," you grumble, kissing his neck before he has a chance to respond.

"Merlin, you're fucking incredible," he breathes out as his fingers slip underneath the hem of your shirt. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I wouldn't be on your lap otherwise," you reply, leaning back a little so he can lift the shirt over your head.

"Fuck, look at you," he growls. "So fucking beautiful."

His hands trail up to cup your breasts, allowing the weight of them to fill his palms. His thumb traces around your nipple, and your head falls back as you let out a soft moan.

"Sebastian," you whisper, gripping his shoulder. "Don't stop, please."

He leans forward and begins kissing down your chest, his lips trailing between your breasts before reaching the space between them. He licks a line from the top to the bottom before gently sucking your skin, earning a small whimper from you.

"Sebastian, please," you beg, pushing your hips down against his. You can feel his hard cock against you, and it drives you wild.

"What's the matter? Impatient?" he smirks.

"You're an asshole," you reply, moving your hand down his warm torso and allowing your fingers to linger above the band of his boxers.

"Yeah, well," he replies, his hands resting on your hips as he pushes his erection up against you. "I just can't help that."

You smirk and kiss his lips once more before leaning back and allowing him to hover above you. "Do whatever you want to me, Sebastian," you whisper against his ear. "I'm yours."

"Fucking hell, Y/N," he curses before his hands grab your sides, pulling your hips against his. He grinds his hips into you, and the friction drives you mad.

"More," you moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "I need more, please."

"You're such a good girl," he breathes out. As he whispers words of praise in your ears, you look up at the ceiling and notice your reflection in the glass. Your eyes widen and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Sebastian," you gasp, your fingers curling tighter into his hair.

"What is it?" he asks, his hands still on your hips.

"The ceiling," you mumble, turning your head. "It's reflecting everything."

"I know," he chuckles.

You playfully shove him back as you realize that he must've been watching you this whole time, despite saying he wouldn't.

"That's fucking embarrassing," you scoff as he pulls himself closer to you again.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I couldn't help myself. I did try my best to keep my eyes off, but I couldn't. You're just too gorgeous.

"I like hearing you say that," you admit quietly.

"I'm glad," he replies. "Now, come here."

You lean forward, expecting another kiss, but instead, he rolls you over. You now lay on your stomach, and he kneels behind you. "Do you have any idea how many times I've fantasized about seeing you like this?"

"Really?" you ask, looking over your shoulder at him while his hands slowly caress your ass.

"Absolutely," he nods. "You drive me wild."

As your face heats up, you bury it into the blanket beneath you.

"Don't be embarrassed," he tells you, leaning forward and grabbing a fistful of your hair. "I want to hear everything. No holding back."

"Okay," you breathe out.

Sebastian's hand trails down your spine and stops right above your ass. "Tell me, have you ever done this before?"

"Y-yeah," you reply.

"Who was it?" he asks.

"Doesn't matter," you shake your head.

"Hmm," he hums before bringing his hand down to slap your ass. "That's not what I asked."

"Sebastian-"

"I'll only ask once more, Y/N. Who was it?"

"Eric," you mumble.

"Interesting," he remarks. "So, is that why he always makes sure to sit near you?"

"No," you answer.

"Did he touch you like this?" he then asks, his fingers slipping beneath your panties, between your folds, and gently circling your clit.

"Ahh, Sebastian, fuck," you whine, trying to push your hips back against his hand.

"Answer me, Y/N," he demands.

"Yes," you nod, biting your lip.

"What else did he do to you?" he asks, his fingers tracing over your wet cunt.

"He-" you stop, a whimper escaping your lips when his fingers slowly pump inside you.

"You're so wet," he remarks, his voice low. "I doubt you could get this wet to just anyone, Y/N. How many times did you fuck him?"

"I-I'm not sure," you stutter as his fingers begin to work faster.

"Oh, you little liar," he shakes his head.

"Twice," you blurt out, and his fingers stop their ministrations. "Just twice, okay?"

"And did he ever make you cum?" he then asks, his breath hot against your ear.

"N-no," you shake your head. "Only-only once."

"Well, we'll see if I can do better than that," Sebastian chuckles.

"What?" you gulp, not quite sure if you heard him correctly.

"I said, we'll see if I can make you cum harder than he did."

"Fuck," you groan, closing your eyes.

"What was that, Y/N?"

"Please, Sebastian," you beg, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

"What do you want, baby girl?"

"I want you," you whine, trying to push your hips back against his fingers. "I want you to make me come."

"Good girl," he chuckles, his other hand rubbing your clit as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

"Sebastian!"

"Come for me, princess."

Your orgasm rips through you and causes your legs to tremble. "Shit," you curse.

"Are you alright, baby girl?" he asks softly.

"Yeah," you nod, and you can feel the smirk on his lips as he plants a gentle kiss on your shoulder blade.

"We're not done yet," he reminds you, his fingers slowly moving away from your cunt and toward his mouth. "Turn around."

You watch him lick his fingers, tasting you, and it sends a chill down your spine. "You taste incredible, baby girl."

"You're an ass," you grumble.

"Don't you know how to take a compliment, darling?" he chuckles, his eyes locking with yours as he grabs your ankles. He pulls them apart and kneels between them, his face hovering inches away from your dripping pussy.

"Sebastian," you whisper.

Sebastian hums in response as he sticks out his tongue and drags it up and down your slit. You whimper softly and try to squeeze your thighs shut, but Sebastian grabs them and forces them open.

"Don't be embarrassed, darling," he coos.

"Shit," you shake your head, grabbing the sheets beneath you and fisting them into your hands.

"You're so fucking hot," Sebastian groans, his mouth working fast against your cunt.

"Fucking hell, Sebastian," you cry out.

"What's wrong, baby girl?"

"I'm so sensitive," you shake your head, your hips squirming against his face. "You're making me crazy."

"Good," he chuckles, his hands sliding underneath your thighs and lifting your legs over his shoulders.

The room begins to spin around you, and your mind is lost in a fog. Everything feels like it's happening so fast. The feeling of his mouth and fingers is enough to drive you wild, but his tongue is absolutely insane.

"Fuck!" you scream, arching your back as he slips two fingers inside you.

"You like that?"

"Yes," you gasp, your nails clawing into his skin.

"You want more?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, yes," you whimper, tears forming in your eyes.

"Tell me, baby girl," he smirks, his fingers moving faster, his tongue moving slower, "who makes you feel this way?"

"You," you answer, biting your lip.

"Louder, baby girl. Tell me who makes you feel this way."

"You do!" you yell.

"Again."

"You, Sebastian," you nod, tears streaming down your face. "Only you. You're the only one that can make me feel this way. Please, Sebastian, please."

"Please what, Y/N?"

"Fuck, please don't stop," you cry out.

Sebastian, finally satisfied with your answer, moves his tongue and fingers faster. Your eyes roll back and you can barely breathe. You feel as if you're drowning, and the only thing keeping you afloat is the feeling of his hands on your body.

With a scream, your whole body spasms, and your muscles tighten. Sebastian's fingers slow down and eventually stop, but his tongue continues. He takes his time licking you clean before pulling away. "Mmm, you're so fucking delicious," he smirks.

"Fuck, I hate you," you groan.

"No, you don't," he smiles.

"Shut up," you grumble as the two of you shift your positions.

The next thing you know, Sebastian's standing above you while you're on your knees, holding your hair and fucking your head. You close your eyes and take all of him, moaning against his length.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, the things you do to me," he hisses, his grip on your hair tightening.

You moan against him and swallow him down, gagging a little as his tip hits the back of your throat.

"Shit," he gasps.

Your head bobs up and down his shaft, and his cock throbs in your mouth.

"Fuck," he grunts, "you're going to make me come."

You pull off him and lick the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, such a little tease," he growls, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "Don't think that just because we're doing this, I'm going to be nice to you."

"I don't expect you to be nice to me," you reply, smirking as his eyes widen. "But you're not the only one who can tease."

You take his cock into your mouth again, and his hands move to the back of your head, holding you in place. His hips thrust forward and back, fucking your throat.

"God, you're a little slut," he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth.

"Mhmm," you nod, pulling him deeper down your throat.

"Fuck," he hisses.

He pulls his cock out and strokes it quickly, and his come shoots out onto your face. It covers your cheeks and your nose. You make no attempt to open your mouth until he's completely done.

"Damn, Y/N, I didn't know you liked getting dirty," he chuckles. "Go ahead, you can taste it."

You stick out your tongue and lick the tip of his cock. He groans as you clean his shaft.

"Fuck, I could watch you do that all day," he shakes his head.

Once you're finished with him, you pull back and gaze up at his half-lidded eyes.

"Shit, baby girl," he smirks, kneeling down and cupping your face. He leans forward and glides his middle finger across the mess on your face before telling you to open your mouth. Without hesitation, you part your lips, and he pushes his finger in. You suck it, cleaning off the bitter fluid, and his cock twitches as he watches.

"You're amazing," he tells you, kissing your cheek. "Come here."

He guides you to your feet and leads you to the edge of the bed. He sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

"So, what happens now?" he asks.

"I'm not sure," you shrug.

"Well," he begins, "I suppose we should go to bed. It's late, and tomorrow is a new day."

"That's true," you nod. "But you haven't fucked me yet."

"Do you want me to?" he asks, his hands sliding up your thighs and squeezing your ass.

"Yes," you reply, biting your lip.

"Good," he smiles, "because I'm not done with you, baby girl."

The two of you laugh as Sebastian rolls you over. You lay on your back, your head resting on the pillow, and Sebastian hovers above you.

"Are you ready?" he asks, stroking himself above you.

"Idiot, get a condom," you smirk as you push him off of you. "I thought you said I was the impatient one."

"Oh, right," he chuckles, grabbing his wand and conjuring up a condom.

"Hurry up, Sallow," you tease.

"Merlin, you're a bossy one," he groans.

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry," you roll your eyes.

Sebastian slips the condom on and leans forward, placing a soft kiss against your lips.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" he asks, his lips lingering near yours.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip.

Sebastian reaches between the two of you and positions his cock at your entrance.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes out, kissing your neck and slowly sliding inside of you.

"Ahh," you whimper.

"Fuck, so tight," he groans, pushing further inside. "You're so perfect."

"Sebastian," you gasp as his cock fills you. "Slowly..."

"Don't worry, darling, I've got you," he smiles, leaning down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

His hips move slowly at first, his cock stretching and filling you with every thrust. But as time passes, he begins to move faster.

"More," you pant, "I need more."

"You like that?"

"Fuck, Sebastian, fuck me harder," you beg.

"God, Y/N, the way you say my name," he growls, slamming into you. "It drives me crazy."

Sebastian reaches his right hand up to yours and grips tightly. You look up at him with wide eyes as his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

"Do you feel that?" he asks.

"Yes," you nod.

"I'm so close, baby girl. Fuck, I'm so close."

Your eyes begin to water as you glance down between your two bodies. He's so deep inside you, and it feels amazing.

"Come for me, Sebastian," you whimper, biting your lip and clenching around him.

"Shit, Y/N, I can't believe I waited seven years for this," he pants. "Merlin, and I'd do it again, too, just to get the chance to see you like this. To feel you."

His grip on your hand tightens as he pushes himself as deep inside of you as possible. Your orgasm rips through your body, causing you to cry out.

"That's it, darling," he whispers. "I'm right there. Come for me."

Sebastian thrusts one more time, and you feel his cock pulse inside of you as he comes.

"Fuck," he groans, collapsing beside you. "That's so worth getting hit with Weasley's crucio curse."

"Can you not talk about my brother right now?" you smile as you roll to your side to face him.

"Right," he nods, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you tell him, tracing the lines of his abs.

"That was fun," he tells you. "I do hope that wasn't a one-time thing."

"Yeah," you agree.

"Good," he smiles, placing a kiss against your forehead.

The two of you spend the night talking, and you end up falling asleep in each other's arms. You hate to admit it, but you do enjoy spending time with him... And it's not until the next day that you feel the repercussions of sleeping with a Slytherin.

***

The following morning, you appraoch the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall to a bunch of worried faces.

"Where the hell have you been?" Garreth asks as you sit beside down beside him like nothing out of the ordinary happened the night befoer.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you scoff, reaching for a plate of roasted potatoes in front of you.

"You didn't come back to the room last night," Cressida remarks. "Where'd you sleep last night?"

"Uh," you mutter as you try to avoid the conversation by drinking a large cup of orange juice.

"Y/N," Garreth begins, "where did you sleep last night?"

"Well," you begin, setting your glass down and looking over at him, "I slept somewhere else."

Leander nearly chokes on his apple juice as he realizes the meaning of your words.

"I told you not to do anything stupid!" Garreth shouts.

"And I didn't," you shrug.

"You're unbelievable," he groans, shaking his head.

"Who was it?" Cressida asks you curiously. "Was it Northcott?"

"Couldn't've been him," Leander shakes his head. "He was with us."

"Well if nobody was missing from the Gryffindor dorms then that means..." Cressida trails off. "Y/N! You didn't!"

"Wait, what're you implying?" Garreth intervenes. But before anyone can say anything else, the Slytherin quidditch team approaches where you are all seated.

"Hey there," Imelda smirks at your brother. "How's everyone's breakfast? I hope you're enjoying it since it's the last one you'll be eating."

"What's that supposed to mean, Reyes?" Garreth scoffs, looking up at the girl.

"Nothing," she replies, her smile growing. "But, uh, Sallow has something he wants to give back to your sister."

You've never seen Garreth's head whip around so fast in your life when he realizes what Imelda is implying. When he notices the sorry look on your face he stands up and glares across the table at Sebastian. "YOU DIDN'T!"

"Um, Garreth, let's just go outside and-" you try to reason with him as you grab his hand

"No!" he replies, pulling away from your reach.

"Garreth, please," you beg.

"Not a chance in hell," he scoffs. "I'll fucking kill him, Y/N!"

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this," Sebastian shrugs, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"What did you think was going to happen?"

"I didn't really think about it, Weasley," he answers with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds like you," Garreth sneers.

"Listen, man, it's not what it looks like," Sebastian begins, his hands coming up in front of him as if to defend himself for Garreth's inevitable attack. "What I mean to say is, I thought Y/N would have already told you. I, uh, actually do like her."

"You can't be serious, Sallow," Leander speaks up, a frown etched across his face. "There's no way. You're a snake. A vile, evil, despicable snake, and Y/N doesn't belong with a Slytherin."

You, Sebastian, and Garreth all roll your eyes at Leander's comment. "Stay out of this," Garreth grumbles.

"No," Leander insists, stepping closer to Sebastian. "This isn't right. This isn't fair."

"Why not?" you question, turning to him.

"Because... because it just isn't," Leander replies. "He's a Slytherin, and you're a Gryffindor, Y/N."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything," he shakes his head. "You're our friend. Not his. I won't lose you to-"

Before Leander can say anything more idiotic, Sebastian waves his wand and effectively shuts Leander up with a silencing charm.

"I know what you said, Weasley, and I can understand why you wouldn't want me being with Y/N, but the fact is, she does like me," Sebastian shrugs.

"And why should I trust you?" Garreth sneers.

"Honestly," Sebastian begins, taking a deep breath, "I have no idea, and if I were you, I probably wouldn't. But ask her for yourself."

When Garreth turns to you, your whole body tenses up. How much more embarrasing could this get? You're attracting attention from nearly the whole room and the last thing you want is to be the center of the school's gossip.

"Is he telling the truth, Y/N?"

"Yeah," you sigh, your gaze landing on the ground. "He is. As much as I'd rather not admit it."

"Why?" Garreth asks.

"Because... because..." you shake your head.

Garreth sighs. "Fine, Y/N, if being with a Slytherin obsessed with dark arts and practicing the Unforgivables is what makes you happy, then I can't stop you. Just, promise me that I won't ever have to see the two of you... together."

"Gross," you grumble.

"I don't practice the Unforgivables..." Sebastian says while scratching the back of his neck, as if he's trying to convince himself.

"Yeah whatever," Garreth sighs as he sits back down. "Are you sitting with us or not?"

Sebastian's smirk widens as he sits down across from the two of you. The look on Cressida's face is priceless as she scoots over to make room for him.

"Oh, I'm definitely sitting."

Masterlist

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Baby, it's cold outside

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 27

Prompt: Coffee shop/bookstore/tattoo studio AU

Rated: M

CW: Alcohol; Implied sex

Tags: Coffee shop owner Steve; Tattoo studio owner Eddie; Christmas fluff; Flirting; Sexual tension; Getting together

Notes: Continued from my December microfic, but can also stand alone

Eddie swivels morosely in his desk chair, stretches until something in his lower back pops. He glances out the window and immediately regrets it. If anything, the snow has gotten worse, the dark street outside near invisible behind the curtain of flakes that's been falling for hours. 

The blizzard hit just in time for Christmas, grinding all air traffic and most of the roads to a standstill. Eddie called Wayne to break the news, groaning and grumbling all the way, only to be gruffly told off.

“Ain't nothing to be done about it, kiddo. You be safe and I'll see ya when it clears.�� 

He was right, of course, the old shit. Eddie is a sensible adult who knows this. And so he holed up at the tattoo studio for some long overdue paperwork. A perfectly reasonable, adult thing to do on a lonely holiday.

Except it's boring as fuck and his back hurts and the cold is creeping in from outside and now he's feeling like a little boy who's had Christmas stolen by the fucking Grinch. 

To top things off, he isn't even sure he'll make it back to his apartment with how things are looking outside.

He's just resigning himself to a night on the foldout in his office when there's a sharp rap against the front door. Eddie almost falls out of his chair. 

“Jesus fuck-” he mutters, bridging the distance and fumbling to unlock the door. “What the hell are you doing?” 

Steve stomps inside, shaking off snow as he goes. Even though it isn't more than a few steps from his door to Eddie’s, he's positively covered in the stuff, hair weighed down and uncharacteristically droopy. Cradled against the chest of his cable-knit sweater is a tray. Eddie spots cookies and two mugs overflowing with copious amounts of whipped cream. 

He watches how Steve sets the tray down on the table in his waiting area and runs his hands through his hair to get the residue snowflakes out. It leaves him looking deliciously disheveled, all mussed-up strands, golden skin flushed pink from the cold. Eddie finds his mouth watering for reasons not exclusively related to the scents wafting off the tray.

Steve is looking at him, like he's waiting for an answer, and shit, he said something, didn't he?

“Sorry, what?” Eddie asks. 

“I said,” Steve shakes his head, but there's no malice behind it. “Dig in, it's not getting any warmer.” 

Eddie crumples down onto the couch, hides his face behind one of the mugs … and blinks in surprise.

“Alcohol?” 

“Grand Marnier,” Steve says, settling down beside him and taking the other mug. Eddie has no idea what the fuck that means. Somehow though, the way the words tumble off Steve’s tongue, low and rumbly and distinctly French, really does it for him, so he doesn't complain. 

“Cheers,” he says and clanks their mugs together before taking a tentative sip. A firework of flavors bursts across his tongue - bitter coffee and thick, sweet cream and something heady and boozy and orange-flavored? 

“Good?”

“So fucking good, dude!” 

Behind his own mug, Steve's mouth tugs into a smile. Eddie isn’t quite sure if the heady rush that floods him is entirely due to the coffee. 

*

“Soooo,” Eddie slurs. The boozy coffee is long gone, as is the second helping Steve got from his shop. He's brought the entire bottle of the fancy French, orangey stuff though, pretty little genius that he is. Eddie giggles and takes another swig. “How c’me you're even here, huh? No family to visit, no girls to kiss under mistletoes?” 

“Have you looked outside?” Steve snorts, swaying into his space to snatch the bottle back. God he is pretty - cheeks flushed from the alcohol, cookie crumbs at the corners of his mouth. All Eddie would need to do is twist his fingers into that preppy sweater of his, yank him closer. Lick them off. 

“-not exactly on visiting terms with my folks,” Steve is saying and Eddie jerks back to attention. “Or speaking terms. My best friend was gonna visit, but I think she'd end me if I so much as brought a mistletoe near her. Anyhow, she can't come, what with the blizzard and all…” 

“So what?” Eddie grins, tongue loosened by alcohol and sugar and the way the light brings out the gold in Steve’s hair and eyes. “You decided to drop by out of the goodness of your heart and save my holiday like some perfect little Christmas angel?” 

Steve blinks. Averts his eyes. Flushes a whole new shade of pink. It blooms on top of the blush that has settled over his nose and cheekbones, like a fresh layer of color on a painting. Eddie thinks of all the other parts of Steve’s body he'd like to paint like this.

“Whatever,” Steve mumbles, “Just thought we'd both feel less alone, if- … It's getting late, I'd better-” 

“Go?” Eddie catches the sleeve of his sweater just as he's about to stand. Steve falls back into the couch. “Where? You're not gonna trudge home through that weather, are you?” 

Steve licks his lips, pink and glossy. Eddie wonders if they still taste like coffee and cream and oranges. His fingers find the soft skin of Steve's wrist under the hem of the sweater. 

“Just stay. You're right, I don't feel like being alone tonight.” 

“Stop it,” Steve's eyes are impossibly bright in the low light. “Please, I … I'll put up with your teasing any other day of the year, but not today.” 

“Steve …” Eddie rumbles. The heartbeat under his fingers flutters. “Stay … and I'll show you how serious I am.” 

He leans in, breathes his next words against the shell of a pink ear. “If you wanna, I'll even call you angel again.” 

They do end up using the foldout, the cold quickly forgotten.

All my holiday drabbles

[tubbytarchia]

Ok my Smallidarity thoughts (this is long). Only because I was encouraged by Liauditore's analysis of Joel's playlists...

...to which the conclusion was closeted homophobic Joel. Ok so anyway uhh obligatory: I only talk about characters. Only characters. I swear to god. CC!Joel and CC!Lizzie make life more beautiful and this is not about them, this is about characters. Either way I love Jizzie dearly. Seriously though go read Liau's post. The part where they note down the structure of his most recent playlist kind of sums up my thoughts on him ("starting off with party songs -> "home" the wholesome love song -> a bunch of arctic monkeys songs including one specifically about regretting sleeping with a woman -> a bunch of songs begging for the other person to stay because they're all they have -> songs that get angrier and angrier -> final song has a chorus that goes "if this is a romcom I'd kill the director"")

I'm not here to analyse the playlists but I implore Liau to do so more publicly lol. The kiss from RL and the playlists (and Liau talking to me about them because they chose to hyper-analyse them against their own will) are the catalysts for why I'm so insane about Joel's relationships and smallidarity especially because we all know how normal I am about Jimmy 👍

(Before we get to smallidarity proper though, I have to lay some groundwork about my perception of Joel's relationships in general)

That post I made about smallidarity awhile back about mostly seeing them as brotherly friends um. Hasn't aged so well LMAO. I do not think smallidarity is the end game for either of them (unless...?), but I do feel like there's feelings here to be dabbled into now... I imagine Jimmy and Joel as having been very close friends since childhood and I still stand by my old smallidarity thoughts otherwise, that while I'm not a fan of Jimmy getting slapped around excessively, which Joel sometimes does imo, it's ultimately banter between him and Joel, even if weighed to one side, because it's not an attempt to assess control or to play Jimmy down past an initial laugh (ESMP1 still hurts me but I've said it before and I'll say it again, that at the very least Joel was creative about the "toy" bit and put effort into it, eg building a giant statue, and not just making a very surface-level joke out of it). When things get dicey for Jimmy, Joel will want to help, even when doing so offers him no benefit. Eg him wanting to offer his time to Jimmy in LimL or disapproving people for building a grave for Jimmy before he'd even died in SL. So basically they care each other

Joel has no problem indulging in and joking about more sexual approaches vs more affectionate ones. Eg, the neck kisses, calling Jimmy babe, having pillow talk with Tango and literally making a baby with both Jimmy and Sausage in ESMP etc. That's fine, that's just a goof, no homo. But I feel like anything affectionate makes him feel vulnerable and so that's a no-no. I have no good explicit examples for this other than the fact that he just doesn't engage in affectionate engages/jokes much (not even with Lizzie) and him refusing to hold Jimmy's hand in SL (thanks Liau). The kiss in RL I think makes sense with this too because Jimmy preceded it with "is this the closest we're over gonna get to making out?" even if the actual kiss was like. A peck lol. Gentle smooch. Which just makes me more insane that it was like that!!!!!!

And (characters guys!!! Characters!!!) what he does with Lizzie is constantly proclaiming "I have a wife" and maybe visiting her to show her something and yelling "I love you" a few times when it felt appropriate. Oh and Lizzie's "I always liked bad boys..." counts I guess lol. Imo, whilst Lizzie and Joel are evidently very close and cute still (I never and I mean NEVER stop thinking about Lizzie's SL birthday party to which only Joel showed up for the majority of it), I don't think lizzie gives that much of a fuck. To me the marriage is there because, it makes sense. They enjoy each other, uh, might as well marry each other. It's moreso about the status rather than deeper romantic connection imo. Something about Lizzie calling Joel a homie and not commenting on his proclamation of loving her after Sausage's Boat Boys play in SOS, or them voicing anything affectionate and then it not getting followed up by anything, or Joel trying to recruit Lizzie into Jeremyism in X Life but Lizzie didn't want to, and Jimmy was the first recruit instead (and if you've read my X Life thoughts, you know how I feel about Jeremyism in a symbolic sense), etc. Um do you guys understand why I was terrified to voice these thoughts. I swear to god if someone comes into my inbox to accuse me of being heterophobic or something I'm going to eat a nail. I figure some people are going to disagree with my perception which is totally fine!! But characters only please characters only..........

He pretty frequently has homoerotic or suggestive etc exchanges and bits with people like Etho and Jimmy though (eg, earlier examples, although there are soooo so many more). But always that, never affectionate... The closest it ever comes to affection is when he's acting out of genuine care when things hit the fan. This is the point where my claims stop being supported by whatever I see in canon (if supported at all, then by his playlists, lol) but... Joel to me feels like he uses his marriage status as a "no homo" pass. If things get a bit too homo he can always remind the others "I have a wife" and it's all good 👍 When in reality.... I think he might be... idk... might be into men a little bit... But he absolutely cannot accept that. He has a wife guys!! And yet still he indulges in those questionable exchanges like hm. hmm. But it's no homo guys!! He's just playin!!

Ugh so yeah. Closeted Joel who, maybe, isn't so put off by affection after all, rather just put off by the idea of being into men so he refuses to be affectionate with the people he feels a little too many strong feelings towards bordering on something other than friendship. And always makes sure to declare anything frisky a joke and reminding everyone that he's married and he loves his wife!! (Have no doubt that he does love Lizzie, just, again, not in this way) Or putting anything frisky on the other person, like he does with Etho "ugh you're so obsessed with me" because JOEL can't be obsessed, he's not gay!! Etho just can't get enough of him, and Joel's totally not into it!!

This is where the RL kiss made me so insane and tip over the edge into interpreting smallidarity as something other than platonic too. Because classic Joel. Contributing to this bit about "making out" because that's what he does. Gives Jimmy a little smooch. As a joke. Ugh. Jimmy claiming his lips to have been pursed makes all the difference too, they were both all-in... (vs that one fWhimmy kiss in ESMP2. Sorry but I just need you guys to understand how important the difference is to me)

I think Jimmy is very kind, and an incredible sympathiser. He's just in a pretty horrible headspace, so he never treats himself with the kindness he might offer to others. His biggest enemy is his inability to open up and ask for help. Joel would be much similar in this regard, where he wouldn't want to even entertain the things that his feelings towards certain people would entail. It's fine, it's nothing, he's a married man after all... So he most certainly wouldn't ever bring it up to anyone, because nothing's the matter!! But I think Jimmy, solely for how well he knows and cares about Joel, recognizes some kind of reciprocation of feelings he also has, but isn't going to admit to Joel. Maybe they kissed or even made out and maybe they made a baby once (the baby ordeal is seriously ruining my life. wtf was that) and it's just a one-and-done deal, maybe even a "friends with benefits" thing in some sense. Cause they're just friends. But Jimmy, though with his own struggles, knows how he feels, so of course he recognizes when Joel's in a similar dilemma

To me, there's such a strong appeal to smallidarity because the typical Jimmy role in relationships gets reversed. Jimmy's usually the one following along, the one seeking someone to depend on because that's what he's been conditioned to seek. He followed Martyn around, he followed Scott around, in X Life he followed Joel around too. Joel gave him something with Jeremyism and to me it reads like Jimmy feeling at home and developing feelings for Joel, the way I think he also developed them for Martyn beforehand. Only for Joel to step down as the leader of Jeremyism - this thing that Jimmy so desperately held onto and practically begged for Joel to remain where he was, but Scott took over, and even though Jimmy didn't like seeing Scott up there instead of Joel, he couldn't help but fall in love again, and then 3rd life happened. 3rd life, where Jimmy left a "I miss you" sign on Joel's plot of land. Where ideas of Jimmy and Joel teaming up were mentioned but they just barely missed each other for it to become reality. Where Joel burnt down the wall that further confided a claustrophobic Jimmy into a corner of the World with Scott, separate from everyone else

Anyway, Jimmy hardly ever prioritizes himself, so his feelings are irrelevant to him. What he cares about is Joel's wellbeing, so he'd encourage Joel to open up, ask him about things. For a change, he'd be the shoulder to lean on and be on the other end of a situation he usually would find himself in with people he loves. Where he's struggled to open up and ask for help, he's encouraging someone else to. Where the people he loves, including Joel, have failed to pick up on Jimmy's continued need for support, Jimmy doesn't, because he's been in shoes similar to Joel's It's nothing he'd be able to pinpoint, but subconsciously it'd help him provide Joel with the encouragement that can yield results. The understanding that he refuses to offer himself, but can offer to Joel. Jimmy fulfilling this kind of role in a relationship would do him SO much good, I think, to help him handle his own struggles. A trend in Jimmy's relationships and otherwise is that he can never take charge, even when he wants to. It'd take his mind away from his own troubles as he focuses on Joel's and exercises patience and empathy for someone else who doesn't just push him away. Especially when another thing that they are similar in, is their progressing frustration with either of their feelings. In which neither can do much to combat these frustrations (Jimmy indulges in them more and more, eg taking enjoyment out of hitting Scott around in SL, and Joel just tries to ignore them), but by virtue of trying to help Joel figure out his feelings, Jimmy would be helping not only Joel but himself too

Even if Joel were to come to a conclusion that wouldn't be him reciprocating Jimmy's feelings specifically, Jimmy would help him reach it anyway. Though Joel might figure out how Jimmy feels even if there's no direct admittance. Jimmy would hold Joel's hand if Joel doesn't draw back and ask how that feels, to help him figure out if he really does hate affection or if his frustrations lay elsewhere etc. Give him the affection that Joel actually craves but keeps refusing himself. And Joel would maybe finally admit to some degree that he does like it (he just doesn't like that he likes it). He'd still remind Jimmy that he has a wife but Jimmy would probably just laugh and they keep holding hands. If Lizzie found out she would just give a thumbs up. She dgaf. Or idk something like that. I've been writing this shitty post for 25 minutes what year is it. The more this has gone on the less sense it's started making sorry. Use code smallidarity at checkout for 15% off

[sassenach77yle]

You can't know that. It's much too soon. It... Oh, Sassenach, you have not been a day late in your courses in... in all the time since ye first took me to yer bed, but it's been two months now. You kept track? In the middle of this bloody war, you kept track? Aye. How long have you known? Not long. This child... this one is all that will be left of me... ever. But now, we must go, so I beg you, Claire... You heard me give my word to Rupert, and you made me a promise to spare Randall's life. You... you promised me that if it came to this, ye'd go back through the stones, back home.

But you are my home.

And you are mine, but this home is lost. And now you and the bairn... you must go to a safe place. To a man... A man that could care for you both. No. No, I... Claire. Claire, there's no time.

How will I explain all this? How can I go back? To Frank. All that I leave to you. Tell him what you will about me... About us. It's likely he'll no want to hear, but if he does... Tell him I'm grateful. And tell him I trust him, and tell him I hate him to the very marrow of his bones. The buzzing. It's so loud. I'm not ready, Jamie. I'm not ready. Come with me. Come with me through the stones. Na, I can't. You could try. You hear it, right? The buzzing? I don't hear anything, Claire. Even if I could... go back through the stones...

It's not my place. My destiny lies on Culloden Moor.

But I'll find you. I promise. If I have to endure 200 years of purgatory... 200 years without you, then that is my punishment that I have earned for my crimes, for I have lied, killed, stolen, betrayed... And broken trust. But when I stand before God, I'll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest.

Lord... you gave me a rare woman... And God, I loved her well.

It has begun. Our wedding gift from Hugh Munro. You keep it with you.

Blood of my blood. And bone of my bone. As long as we both shall live.

Come on. This... belonged to my father. Give it to the bairn, when he's old enough. I will name him Brian, after your father.

I love you. I love you. And I you. Good-bye, Claire.

Outlander 2×13 “Dragonfly in Amber”💔

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

I didn't sleep on the plane, and I haven't slept more than ten hours in the following three days. Normally when we return from shooting on location, we will get a day or two off. But the entire crew had received several emails that the cast was given extra time in Italy and they will be returning to our following routine on Friday, which is tomorrow. There was some alleged lie that Lloyd was reshooting one of the scenes with Emma in the Milan office building, but I was unsure how he would do that now that almost the entire crew had returned home. I'm sure that they wanted more time to themselves in Italy. Maybe to pester the cast about a press schedule, but most likely to soak up a quick, all inclusive vacation.

Beyond the emails and some check-ins from Lana and Mia, my phone was essentially a glorified flashlight. I was staying off of it as long as I could, too afraid that I would see a text from Dwayne. And then I would check it sporadically, equally afraid that I hadn't received a text from Dwayne.

What weighed on me the most is that I still hadn't received anything from Javi. Not an email, phone call, or text. At night, I would get flashbacks of our time together in Italy, most of it in between the sheets. As much as those memories made my face heat and my body ache, my heart would drop when I remembered the absence of communication. And by Thursday evening, that heart ache had morphed into a steady thrum of irritation. I had passed out, for God's sake. The word on the street is that he was incredibly worried when I was unconscious, but now he's gone radio silent? I wonder if everyone thought he was incredibly worried just because they didn't expect him to be concerned at all. Maybe he didn't care as much as I thought.

After my shower, I decided to check my phone one final time for the night.

My breath caught, seeing I had one message waiting from Dwayne.

Dwayne: Meet me in Trailer 4 tomorrow morning. 7am.

I reread it at least five times. I scroll up through our last few messages, trying to decipher Dwayne's phone etiquette and whether this text had any new, possibly more frustrated, tones to it than our previous conversations.

Me: Sounds good!!!

I press send without thinking and then curse myself for three exclamation marks. Two I could have written off as a mistake, but three was a choice. I feel like a person using three exclamation marks has something to hide. And technically, I did have something to hide. Except now it wasn't super hidden.

Beyond the cursed phone, the thing that was occupying the largest space in my brain was a comment Blake made before I passed out.

"I was operating under the assumption, and I mean, indisputable proof, that you, should we say, 'entertained' the actors." What in the hell had he meant by indisputable proof? Blake Henley was clearly more deranged than I originally thought him to be, so maybe he was making it up. Possibly just trying to scare me, or maybe he was even just bored. But no matter what alternative meaning I apply to his words, I still replay all my steps with Javi and all the mistakes that were made. I knew they were risky at the time, but with Blake's personal spin that I was entertaining every actor I could get my hands on, it made it look a whole lot worse. And if I was willing to do what I did with Javi...did I have a case to stand on that I hadn't done the same with Blake? Especially when it was his word against mine.

My phone lights up, still sitting in my hands after I sent my response to Dwayne. And though I'm not sure I'll be able to hold it together throughout an entire phone call, I pick up, needing the distraction.

"Hey, mom." My voice is shaky, and she notices immediately.

"Hi, sweetie. You okay?" I can hear the local news blaring in the background.

"I'm fine," As soon as she asks, a few tears roll down my face. "How are you? How's dad?"

"We're great. Same as usual over here. Though it is incredibly humid right now, your father's been throwing a fit about it," She laughs in a way that would confirm to anyone that she finds his fits endearing. "It's been a minute since you've called."

"I know, I'm sorry. We were on location and it was super hectic."

"That's right! How was Italy? How did flying go?"

"Well, I still hate it," I let out one gurglely chuckle. "But I had some help. I've met some...new coworkers, and they were really understanding."

"That's great. I was worried about you, you know."

"Thanks mom," I sniffle. "Uh, Italy itself was beautiful. I didn't get out too much but I was on Lake Como most days. It was about an hour away from where we were staying but it was worth it."

"I Googled it when you said that's where you were going. It looks stunning."

"It was. I had a really good time."

"And work? How has that been?"

I pause, not knowing if I should tell her about the promotion. I had thought about calling her while we were in Italy, but the time difference had made it difficult. Now I'm wondering if that was a blessing in disguise.

"It's been fine. Same as usual over here," I echo her and she laughs lightly.

"I...miss you guys."

"We miss you too! Are you sure you're okay, honey?"

"I'm fine, just tired. Still jet lagged I think."

My mom doesn't reply for a few moments, and I get the feeling that she's considering whether or not she wants to call me on my lie.

"Alright. I'll let you go then. Get some rest, honey."

The kindness in her voice only makes the lump in my throat grow larger.

"Thanks, mom. Love you."

"Love you, too."

I hang up, curling into a ball on my bed and wondering what the hell I'm going to say to Dwayne tomorrow.

- - -

I try not to let my sentimentality push my slightly nauseous stomach into dangerous terrorists. Everything I do between driving onto the lot, pulling out my employee ID, and parking into the employee lot, I keep thinking that this is possibly the last time I'm going to do these things. I hardly slept last night which made it easy to get here over an hour earlier than I was supposed to arrive. And as the minutes tick closer to my scheduled meeting with Dwayne, I'm not sure if it's the sentimentality or the nausea that is going to win out. It'll be a photo finish between my tears or my stomach.

Taking one last, calming breath, I get out of my car. I avoid any possible eye contact with the people I pass by. Thankfully it's too early to feel any eyes on me. Everyone else is probably too tired or still too jet lagged to care. I wish I felt the same.

I arrive at Trailer 4, and my hand shakes before I ball it up into a tight fist to knock.

"Come in," My stomach twists at the sound of Dwayne's voice.

Trailer 4 is set up as a conference room of sorts with two separate tables. From what I knew, it was normally reserved for meetings between the producers and directors. The professionalism isn't helping with the weight of this situation. Dwayne is glancing over several sheets of paper spread out on the table furthest from the door. He waves me over without looking up.

"C'mon over, Ava."

As I approach, he places some of the papers back into a folder and closes it up. When he finally looks up at me and gestures to the seat across from him, all I can offer is a tight smile.

"How are you? After your incident." He asks.

"I'm alright, thank you. It was just heat exhaustion, and now I'm out of the heat, so. Don't have to worry about that now." I let out a quick, very awkward laugh.

"Good, well, I'm glad you're okay."

Both of us nod, tight lipped and avoiding direct eye contact.

"Ava...we do need to discuss what was going on when you had your incident."

I haven't stopped nodding since he started talking. "Of course. Dwayne, I really need to explain myself. I have been nothing but professional with the talent on set, Mr. Henley completely got the wrong impression–"

"I believe you."

"--And he showed up completely unannounced, and, you what?"

"Ava, you've been a loyal employee. The only responses we've ever had about you have been incredibly positive. Frankly, I don't care who is involved with whom. But...it could reflect poorly on you and your future career to be mixed up with multiple actors, especially on the same set."

I blink. "I'm sorry...you said you believed me though?"

"I do. But I think we both know that you have spent some personal time with at least one actor on set."

I swallow a few times to push back the bile rising in my throat. Dwayne opens back up the folder, flipping through some papers before pulling out a photo and sliding it across the table to me. I have an onslaught of flashbacks of our intimate time in the pool, thinking how stupid and caught up and in the moment I was. How I should have waited and gone back inside like a normal person, and I shouldn't have been so swept up by Italy, the promotion, and the look in Javi's eyes.

But as I look down at a very small, fish-eyed photo of me leaving Javi's room, I feel a strange sense of relief. It definitely wasn't normal for a PA to be leaving an actors room, especially not with that lovestruck smile on my face. And Blake's room was not even directly across from Javi's, due to the size of the suites, but it was slanted and blurry from the peephole. It was obviously me, but you couldn't see Javi. No one besides the production team that knew the room numbers of each of the cast members would even know that it was his suite. It wasn't great, but it wasn't that bad either.

Was this the indisputable proof Blake was trying to threaten me with? It was almost laughable. Much less so with the seriousness of Dwayne's expression.

"My question is, Ava, did you have a romantic relationship with Javi, Blake, or both of them? Is this what you think you need to move forward?"

The weight of his question hangs over both of us. I can tell it made him uncomfortable to ask it, but I can't say it's completely unacceptable due to how Blake made it sound on the beach. I inhale a long, calming breath.

"Dwayne. This might not be the best thing to say right now, but I do want you to know that this is the first and only time I have ever spent time with a cast member outside of PA duties. This job means more to me than anything. All I've ever wanted is to be involved in this business, and I drive onto this lot everyday feeling like I won the employer lottery. I was on top of the world when you offered me that promotion."

I take another deep breath, knowing this might sign my pink slip away.

"With that being said...we have no company rules about relationships with the talent. In the past few months I have never let my personal feelings impact my role on set. I wish I had disclosed this sooner, but due to the, um, nature, of the relationship, I wasn't sure it was necessary. And I certainly didn't want to seem as though I was using these newfound feelings to garner special attention at work in any way. So I hope that you can see that, even though it was a bad judgment call, I still had professionalism at the forefront of my decision making."

I tap my fingers on the table, deciding how to best talk about that human boil. "As for Blake...I only had a few conversations with him, and I was never involved with him in any way. I was actually very...taken aback when he showed up at my hotel room. My roommate was there the entire time, and both her and I were uncomfortable."

Phew. It was a mouthful, but it came out better than I expected.

Dwayne stares at me passively. His general demeanor is always so composed, and on set that's a huge asset. But right now it's really making me sweat. Especially as the silence continues to grow between us. I feel at least two beads drip down my back before he replies.

"You're not in trouble Ava."

Now I'm wondering if it's possible to vomit from relief.

"Really?"

Dwayne nods. "I wanted to hear your side of the story, of course. I feel as though I knew you well enough to know that at least part of Blake's story must have been false. Though I have to say I was surprised to see the pictures, and to hear Javi's side of the story."

Oh god. Javi's side? They spoke about it already?

"If his reaction to your fainting spell wasn't enough for me to guess his...feelings, he admitted to everything as soon as we heard you were conscious. And he took full responsibility for the entire...affair. He claims he was the one to instigate things."

I just blink at him, too afraid that nodding will be some entertainment industry version of committing perjury. Because the truth is, he wasn't solely responsible for any of it.

"We had a meeting with our public relations manager and Javi and he agreed to our terms. What I need to know from you Ava is if you plan on pressing charges toward either party."

"Pressing charges? Against Javi or Blake?"

"Yes, toward either or both of them. Or if you plan to make a statement."

I have an icky feeling hearing Javi and Blake in the same context as pressing charges. One of them did nothing wrong and the other was a scumbag. I didn't want Javi compared to that imbecile. It also is weirding me out that Javi took the liberty to speak to Dwayne, and that conversation resulted in a PR meeting that didn't involve me. But I had come in here today expecting to be fired. And right now, I will take whatever path that leads me to being able to afford my rent.

"I–no. Not at all. Truthfully all I would like to do is get back to work."

Dwayne lets loose a small, professional smile. "Great. We've arranged the schedule so that you and Javi will interact as little as possible. We only have two more weeks of shooting so it shouldn't be too hard. There may be some overlap as you're still training with me, but we'll cross those bridges later. You know as well as I do that marketing can be just as important as the script, cinematographer, or anything else. We must not interfere with anything that should sabotage that. Sound good?"

I genuinely can't believe the outcome of this meeting. My nausea doesn't fade, but I feel some of the tightness in my chest easing slightly.

"Yes, of course."

Dwayne slaps his hands on the armrests of his chair. "Alright. Let's get to work then."

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[roughentumble]

i wrote more of the witcher + stiles thing. idk if i'll write more but here you goooo it's first meeting <3

Stiles’ legs beat against the ground, heart in his throat, brain a steady chant of I’m gonna’ die here, this is it, this is how I die, and he’d laugh and cry all at once if he had the breath for it. But he doesn’t. So he runs. There’s a roar behind him, footsteps gaining. He trips, and—

with a tingling rush, he steps into someplace new.

He’s still in a forest, but behind him is a rock face, and built out of it are ruins with stately pillars and white stones, weathered with age. There’s something hanging in the air, shimmering, right in the space he’d stepped through. He can see the old woods, his woods, through the layer of shimmer, but he can also see the mountain lion getting bigger and bigger, and he has no time to consider his location, or the change in scenery. He starts to run again, even though his whole body protests, screaming for a break, but he can’t.

Tree limbs smack his face, and he shouts for help, begging the universe to have dropped him off somewhere nearby humanity. He’s not faster than a mountain lion. It must be blind luck he’s not dead yet, or else it’s toying with him, except it’s getting louder so it must be close. He swears he feels a breath on the back of his neck when he finally breaks out into a clearing.

A man draws an honest to god sword from his back and leaps forward, knocking the mountain lion aside with his shoulder. The big cat snarls and whips around at him, swatting at his face with an enormous claw and only missing by a hair. It rears back and then pounces, and the man neatly sidesteps and then thrusts forward, and the beast’s own body weight does the work, impaling it neatly on his sword. It twitches and whines, then goes limp, light leaving its eyes. Stiles almost feels bad for it. The man, though, he stands as if it weighs nothing, taking its dead weight on his shoulder. He then drops it to the ground and pulls out a cloth to wipe the blade clean of blood before sheathing it once more.

Stiles gasps for air, finally has a moment to take in the man— men— before him. His savior is striking, tall and muscled, with white hair and black leather armor. Upon his back is not one but two swords, and he clearly knows what he’s doing with them. There’s another man, smaller, with brightly colored clothes that look straight out of a renaissance festival, though his hair is at least a normal mousy brown. “My! That was rather bracing, wasn’t it?” The bright one says, blinking with wide eyes. The dark one grunts back, though brown-hair seems to take it as agreement. Stiles takes a step closer, should definitely thank him for the help, when he notices the white-haired man’s eyes.

He sucks in a breath. “Your— your eyes. Are those… contacts?” He asks, staring up into yellow cat’s eyes.

“Contacts?” Brown hair asks quizzically.

“I’m a witcher.” White hair says.

Stiles pauses. “Yeah, I… have no clue what that means.”

The two companions exchange a glance.

“You’ve never heard of a witcher? Big swords, kill monsters, do magic? You know, surely? Taking contracts and saving maidens?” Brown hair looks truly mystified.

“I don't save maidens." he says to the first man. Then, to Stiles, "Might’ve heard of witch men, then, or hexers?”

Stiles shakes his head. “Wait, you said magic? Like, magic-magic, not card tricks magic? Fuck, yes, you might be able to help me then. I still have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m not from here. I was running in the woods, trying to escape— well, you saw. And helped, thank you, that was totally badass— anyway, I was running, and I ran through this… shimmer, in the air, and I ended up here. In the woods. Like, different woods, totally different woods than I was in originally. And I don’t know if I’m in Russia, or Iceland, or Poland, or what, but I need to get back. I came from—“ he turns and looks at the woods, a sinking feeling in his chest. “I came from… from somewhere back there. I got turned around. But. But I need to go back. So if you made that shimmer with your witchman magic, then I need you to take me back and close it back up.”

As he rambles the two look more and more concerned, exchanging glances now at then. When he finally runs out of steam, the brunet starts. “I don’t know where any of those places are, but you’re in Brugge right now, near Brokilon. As for the rest…”

“If you came through a portal, we need to talk to Yen.” He looks meaningfully at his companion, and they seem to communicate something that Stiles isn’t privy to. But none of that matters. His head is spinning.

“So you didn’t cause it?” He asks, and gets a head shake. “Where the fuck is Brugge?”

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The brunet is named Jaskier, and the leathery one is Geralt.

They’re kind enough to allow him a few moments to have an utter breakdown.

His pack bonds are severed. His father expects him to be gone. All he has is his backpack. He knows, generally, that the portal back home is close enough to run to, when he’s high on adrenaline and running for his life, but it’s otherwise missing to him. He doesn’t even know if it’s safe to go through it again. No one will come looking for him, he’s in some messed up fantasy world with witch men, and there’s apparently a portal through space and time that might pour mountain lions and lost hikers into the unsuspecting forests of whatever the hell a Brugge is.

“If the portal had been just a bit over, the forest would’ve been Brokilon. You’re lucky.” Jaskier says gently, trying to ease him out of his panic.

“Why’s that lucky?” He raises his head from between his knees.

“Brokilon’s controlled by dryads. They kill anyone who enters. You’d have been shot dead before you could ask questions.” Geralt answers, and Stiles swallows hard.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, that’s lucky.” He concedes. He still needs a moment, though. There’s another beat of silence as he sucks in a deep breath, lets it settle in his lungs. It is what it is. You’ve been through crazy shit, Stiles. You fought werewolves, a kanima, the alpha pack, a Darach, the Dread Doctors, and you survived it all. This is just one more crazy adventure. His heart begins to steady, even as he feels a weight settle on his shoulders. “Alright. I think I’m calm. Calm as I’m going to get, anyway. What do we need to do to figure this out?”

“First things first I need to know everything.” Geralt says.

“Not a lot to tell there. I already told you, I ran from a mountain lion, through some shimmer, came out the other side in a different forest. In Brooge, apparently.”

“Brugge.” Jaskier corrects.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Not Brokilon murder forest.”

“Anything else?” Geralt presses. “Anything at all? How could you tell it was different?”

“No, nothing. I shimmered, I was here. It was… the trees aren’t the same. And there was a little cliffy thing behind me here that wasn’t on my side.”

“A cliffy thing?” He doesn’t look very impressed.

“Yeah. I don’t know geology terms, sue me. It was like if a mountain wasn’t so big. Tall enough to break a leg, probably not to kill you. You know, little cliffy thing. Had a building sticking out of it.”

That interests him. Geralt leans forward. “Building?”

“Yeah. I didn’t get a good look, I was being chased by a mountain lion, asshole, but it was all this white stone in the cliff. Probably pretty, if I’d had time to think.”

He nods, satisfied. “Elven ruins, jutting out of a hill. That’ll make it easier to find when we come back.”

“Could you… find it now?” He asks.

“With the way you were running? Easily. You left a trail as wide as a basilisk behind you.” Stiles has never seen a basilisk, but he makes an affronted noise anyway.

“I was running for my life.” He says pointedly.

“Poorly.” Geralt replies. Stiles squawks. Geralt looks faintly amused. “Back to the point. Yes, I could find it. If you’d like, I could see you back home, then see about closing the portal without you. Assuming it’s safe to pass through, and isn’t a one-way trip.”

Stiles’ stomach opens up. He could. He could do it, go back right now to normalcy, could go find a shitty apartment and attend a regular college and live a normal life free of the supernatural, and this bizzaro land would just be a blip on his radar. He certainly doesn’t owe it to Beacon Hills to solve its problems anymore, now that he’s been kicked from the pack. But… he liked helping. He liked solving the problems, he liked research, he liked knowing he’d done something good, that he’d contributed. Even if they didn’t always make his contributions feel appreciated. He is, for once, without ties, and he would press at the memory like a loose tooth if he left the work undone. If he left the mystery unsolved, if he just let someone else handle it. They’d probably fuck it up, because things never go smoothly, and he has to be there to see it done to know that he can relax.

He swallows hard. “I think… that I’m the only one who’s been through it and lived to talk about it. I think the expert you’re going to will want to talk to me. I’ll come with.”

Geralt studies him for a moment. Then nods. “Sound choice. It’ll be a trip, through. Yennefer is two months travel, and it might be another two months to get back depending on how we get back.”

Two months. Maybe even four. Four months of his life just traveling, not getting any answers. Four months this portal-thing could go crazy and spit out all kinds of hell, or could change, or disappear. His blood rushes in his ears, and he makes what he makes best: a rash decision. “Yeah. I’m in.”

“Excellent!” Jaskier says, clapping his hands together. “Now that that’s settled, perhaps we could get you some real clothes.”

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“You’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

“I really don’t care. They’re comfortable and they’re mine.”

“They look terrible.”

“I get that a lot.”

Jaskier sniffs, point proven.

“I really don’t think I’d look any better in the kind of clothes you guys wear.” He says weakly, and Geralt gives him a once over that seems to agree.

“Nonsense! You’re a handsome man under all that, the right doublet would fix you right up.” Jaskier says, and Stiles nearly trips over his own feet. No one’s accused him of being handsome before, and it makes his brain stutter, even as flippantly as Jaskier’d said it.

“Jask. Leave him alone.” Geralt says patiently.

“Oh, boo to you too. You could also do with something new, you know, I really think gold would be your color.”

“It’s not good for my complexion.” He says, deadpan, and Stiles snickers.

“Speaking of gold,” Stiles says, “what do you guys use for, like… money?”

Jaskier blinks. “Oh. I suppose you wouldn’t know, would you? They probably use different money in… wherever it is your from.”

“Beacon hills. In America. We use dollars.” He says.

“Right. Here it depends on the kingdom, you’ve got bizants, coppers, crowns, florens, denars, ducats…” Stiles can feel his head spinning.

“Slow down.” Geralt tells him. “You’ll make him dizzy.”

“Right. You’ll mostly have to worry about coppers and crowns, with the territory we’re in. One hundred coppers to a crown, nice and simple.”

“Yeah. Simple.” Coppers and crowns, coppers and crowns… god, I’m in a sword and sorcery novel. Stiles thinks to himself. “Could I… could I just get a run down of your world? Something basic?”

Jaskier looks at him with a bit of pity. “Hmm, yes, I suppose you would need a bit of guidance. You’re in luck, however, because as part of my curriculum at Oxenfurt, I tutored many a lad and lass!”

“And he loves to hear himself speak.” Geralt adds. Jaskier elbows his leg, which is at shoulder-height with him atop his horse.

“And you get to hear me speak, so it sounds like a win all round. You should be so lucky, you know.” Geralt looks more amused than upset, so Stiles assumes this is all part of their regular banter. “Now, where to begin… The best place, I suppose, would be at the start. Long ago, when the continent was fertile and new, and yet mostly empty, there was a cataclysmic event called the conjunction of the spheres…”

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Jaskier goes on until Stiles feels like his head could explode from all he’s learned, and seems delighted to stop and entertain a tangent when he asks a question. Stiles is beginning to feel like he’s had the most productive day of schooling of his life, and yet he’s still certain that he doesn’t know enough to really get by in the world. Still, it will have to be enough. “One last question.” He says, as they stop for camp for the night. “Witchers. How do they fit into all this?”

“That’s a longer tale than you might think, my friend.” Jaskier says. “But the long and short of it is that they’re tradesmen. They’ll kill monsters and solve magical problems, for a fee.”

Something about the idea stirs Stiles’ gut. It makes him think of cowboys, righting wrongs wherever they go. He’d wanted to be a cowboy, when he was young. Then he started to figure sheriffs were the real life version of cowboys, and his dream had changed. It’s hard to think of the man beside him as any sort of mythical figure when he’s busy brushing his horse’s butt, but he knows the man is deadly— the mountain lion was proof of that— and the idea of a wandering magical bounty hunter does hold mystique. “Sounds cool.” He says, trying to make it casual.

“it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” Geralt says dryly.

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Sugar Punch - Chapter 56

*Warning Adult Content* SUGAR🥊 🥊PUNCH

- Maddox -

Forcing open my eyes, a loud beeping surrounds me as I try to look around, my eyes not fully adjusted as all I saw was white, my heart hammering against my chest painfully as I tried to look around.

Where was I?

I didn't recognise this room, and for some reason my whole body ached in pain, I couldn't move my arms or my legs and it felt as though something heavy was weighing me down, making it difficult to move.

"Sir, please calm down," a voice said, as I felt them touch my hand.

My vision was coming back and the first thing I saw was a ceiling and then I saw a face, someone I didn't know but who was dressed up like a doctor.

A doctor?

What the hell?

Then suddenly, like a crushing wave falling upon my body, it all came crashing back to me, from the moment I left my apartment, to the moment I laid my eyes on her and then the gun pointing at me as she pulled the trigger.

She shot me and then she...

The heartrate monitor hooked up to the machine near the bed I laid on started to beep but I couldn't focus on it as I looked down at my body, not knowing if my worst nightmare had come true.

I was wrapped in bandages, fresh ones and from how much I was in pain, I'd say that I wasn't dead just yet but I was definitely in the hospital and I was alive but what I didn't know was how bad it was.

"W-Where is she?" I asked, despite how painful it hurt to talk, like acid was being poured down my throat.

The nurse looked at me with an expression I couldn't read as I heard someone else come into the room, when I turned my gaze from the nurse, I saw that a doctor had entered the room I was in.

"Mr. Zane, I'm Christopher Renly, your doctor," he introduced himself and came to stand near me, holding a clipboard, looking down at me. "How are you feeling?"

'How... How was I feeling?'

"Like... I got fucking s-shot," I forced out, an intense burning feeling in my chest making me wince in pain as my throat burned.

Fuck, it hurt so damn much to talk and move even the slightest.

"You're very lucky Mr. Zane, the bullets missed all your vital organs and went clean through your body, if the bullet was just an inch higher, we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

So, what he was saying was that I'm lucky?

I didn't feel lucky, I felt like I just got shot and almost died because of a blast from my past coming back to haunt me and take me to the grave, that's not lucky.

I felt cursed.

I thought that was all behind me but seeing Pixie, her face was different but it was her, she looked as though she hadn't slept in days, which didn't make sense because the last time I heard about her, she was doing good.

"T-The girl," I croaked out, trying my best to speak.

"Pixie Martin was found at the scene already deceased."

'What? Did she...?'

"D-Dead?"

'Pixie was dead?'

"I'm afraid so, I'm sorry I cannot say anymore, if you're up to his, the police would like to ask you a few questions concerning what happened," he said, as I stared blankly at him.

'What the fuck is going on?'

The last thing I heard... it was all coming back to me, I didn't want to believe it, but that sound...

Pixie had tried to kill me and then she shot herself.

'I'll be with you soon, Maddox.'

Those words... I remember them so clearly, like she was whispering them in my ear like the first time, it sent shivers down my spine as the sound of a gunshot ringed through my ears, the machine next to me beeping once again.

Pixie's dead, she's really dead.

I should be so fucking mad, so incredibly pissed off that after eight years she showed up out of nowhere and tried to take me with her to the grave, so then why...

'Why was I fucking crying for her?

'God fucking dammit.'

Those eyes... big and blue looking at me with no emotion, they were so dull and empty I swore I saw myself in them, moments before she pulled the trigger again, not a single doubt in her mind about what she was doing.

"I'll give you some time alone..." The doctor said, as I turned my head and clenched my eyes shut. "I'll inform the officers to come back later, for now... please rest, I shall also inform your family that you're awake."

I snapped my eyes to his before he left the room as my heartbeat quickened.

"W-Wait."

He stopped at the door and turned to me.

"I don't h-have family," I forced out, as a smile formed on his lips.

"Well then your friends and fans out there will be sad to hear that, it's been seven hours and they're refusing to leave until they hear that you're awake and talking."

With that, he left the room and closed the door gently behind him as I stared back to the ceiling and closed my eyes, a million thoughts running through my mind about what hell this day had turned out to be.

Today was supposed to be a good day, because I was finally going to ask Theo... That's right, Theo... I needed to contact Theo and let him know I was alright, I said I'd come and because of Pixie, I'm late... super fucking late.

I wanted to laugh, this situation was the worst possible outcome for anyone but for some reason, I couldn't help but laugh, despite how much it fucking hurt to even breathe because even though I was shot, in a way I felt like it was long overdue.

Hah… Pixie always knew how to pick the worst times to show up and fuck up my day, that was for sure.

Theo was most likely already here, with the rest of them in the waiting room, probably all going out of their minds, it brought a smile to my face knowing that he was here, that they were all here, that even if I died... they would show up.

Fuck, to think I came to close... and I cried for her, after all she's done for me,but now that she was gone, I realized now I wasn't crying for her.

I was crying for myself.

The weight that had lifted off my shoulders the moment the words came out of that doctor's mouth, it left me almost weightless to know she's finally at peace, and no longer in that dark place.

In the end she didn't get what she wanted and finally... I could relax.

SUGAR🥊──── 🥊PUNCH

"Thank you again Mr. Zane, I think we got everything we needed." Officer Peters said, smiling.

I sighed out and looked at the officers as they started to leave the room, my mind going over everything that had happened the past two days that I had been here.

It's been two days and I finally found out everything I needed to know in order to understand why not only Pixie shot me but why she did what she thought she had to do.

As the officers left the room, my doctor, Christopher Renly came into the room with a smile on his face as he looked at me.

"Maddox."

"How's it looking, when can I get out of here?" I asked, my throat was feeling better, and it no longer hurt to move my limbs on the bed.

Most of all, I was so fucking bored and it had only been two days, I had yet to see anyone who didn't wear a white coat or a uniform, I felt like I was being confined in a mental hospital, it was driving me crazy.

He laughed.

"No longer than two weeks and with the physical therapy you'll be walking and fighting in no time."

"You're looking good and we've had the best possible outcome for your situation, I think today you can start having visitors," he said, looking down at my chart, as I groaned out.

I can finally see Theo... and without my phone to talk to him, I've waited two fucking days to see his face and with everything going on, he's the only face I wanted to see in this moment.

"I can let them in but I'm afraid I can only allow three people at a time," he said, with a strict tone.

'Wait.... they're still here?'

"I'll go inform them that you're awake."

As the doctor left, I started to feel my body sweat, and just like the first time I saw Theo after two years, I was feeling it all over again, which only made me feel surer about what I wanted in my life.

Being shot had to be the best thing to ever happen to me, my life flashed before my eyes, quite literally and I almost died and as I laid there in my blood, all I could think about was how shit of a friend I was and how much Theo deserved better.

All my life I've taken what I could, without any apology, I lived my life like that, going from one place to another, just thriving to stay alive in this horrible world that looked down on me, I didn't care who I hurt.

Even after I got more money than I knew what to do with, all the cars, girls and fancy things, I didn't change, I didn't learn, it was only when I met Theo and witnessed him going through the same thing I had seen countless times growing up, only then did I start to really open my eyes.

Life's way too fucking short and if that's all I had to offer, there would be no way I could be proud of what I've done in my life, titles and being a champion meant nothing to me if I couldn't be a decent human being.

I'd ran from myself for a long time, ever since my mom walked out on us, then died in some gutter, to my old man beating my ass on a daily basis, I ran from all of it and I was so fucking exhausted, all this time I just wanted to rest.

Hah, if I ever were to see Pixie again... I'd thank her, if not for her I would've been a piece of shit all my life.

Just then, I see familiar faces walking past the large window to my room and watch as they opened the door and came inside, mixed emotions on their faces but I couldn't focus on any of them as I finally got to see the face I've been dying to see, as he moved past the others to look at me.

'Theo, he really was here, waiting for me.'

"M-Maddox," Aiden rushed over to me and looked over my body as my eyes glued onto Theo's as he nervously came further into the room. "Are you alright? You look pale... I can go get a doctor or a nurse, I even know a few things, I can help, just say the word and I..."

"Man..." I pulled my eyes away from Theo's and looked at Aiden. "Shut up for a minute."

Aiden shut his mouth as tears formed in his eyes, nodding his head and as I looked at Aiden, Jordan and Theo, who stood by my bed, they all looked the same, like they hadn't slept in months but that's not all.

They were my family, everyone in the waiting room the day I got shot are my family, it took being shot to see how much they all meant to me,and how incredibly lucky I was to have so many people show up and look out for me, in one of the worst days of my life.

"Theo," I looked at him, as he swallowed hard and nodded his head.

He looked pale, and thinner than the last time I saw him.

'Hah... seriously, I was one lucky son of a bitch.'

z I looked at Aiden and Jordan, who looked at each other before nodding their heads.

As they left, they tapped Theo on the shoulder as they walked past him, both of them leaving the room and leaving me alone in the room with Theo.

'Finally.'

"Come here." I almost begged, as he took a step closer, and then another, until he stood right beside me.

He looked like he was going to cry.

"Maddox... I..."

I reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him over me, his body falling on top of mine as I wrapped my arm around his back, pressing him further into me, ignoring the pain shooting down my arm, leg and stomach.

I was in so much fucking pain but what pained me the most was the thought of never seeing this guy ever again, to never hold him like this ever again or hear his voice, his laugh or see him smile again.

This scent... Theo's smell, it calmed everything I felt inside of my head, it didn't matter that I was in pain because right now nothing else mattered, I wrapped my arm around him tighter and dug my head into his neck as Theo hugged me back, his hand on my neck sending shivers through my body.

We didn't speak, there was no words to express how glad I was to be alive right now and after it all, I was determined to show him once I got out of here just how much he meant to me.

Things were different now, I wasn't the same person I was when I was just a runt on the street, I had things I wanted to do, see and accomplish in my life, I wanted to live every day without a single regret.

I knew I had a long way to go on the road to recovery but unlike before, I now had something to fight for. 

[glowstick-cafe]

A Dance with Death|| Technoblade x Grim Reaper!reader

Requested: Yes(My friend insisted that I write this, I'm only doing this because it sounded like a great senario.)

Pronouns: They/them but for the sake of the scene reader wears a dress because I like being dramatic.

Summary: A Grim Reaper finds themselves falling for the very thing that could cost them their life.

Cw: Gore mention?

Trope: Strangers to lovers

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The Tundra was usually very quiet when Phil was here, now that he's gone it just feels lonely being there, all that was left was an uncomfortable silence of him not talk and the loud voices in his head constantly overlapping on whether to trust Phil or to go rescue him from the butcher army, he was sure that they wouldn't hurt him since it would be dumb to hurt someone who was under house arrest.

Technoblade wouldn't have to worry anymore, the butcher army had located where he lived. Atfer a not so civil talk they took him from his home.

When the boat touched the docks he noticed a few new things about L'manburg from his last visit, not like he was keeping track anyway. Techno dragged his feet as the butcher army tuggedat his chains, telling him to walk faster. "Tech?" His name smoothly rolled off the tongue of the person that called out to him, his a small turn of his head he noticed that it was Phil that was calling out to him, the winged man held a worried expression on his face. "I'll be fine Phil, don't worry about me." Techno tried to reassure, he slipped a small part of his totem of undying in the gaze of the crow hybrid to make him feel better which succeeded.

Techno lazily rested his head against the cage Quackity had put him in, he wasn't paying attention to what they were saying, his main concern was the the anvil that was about to drop on his head. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the sound of potion bottle breaking and Tubbo's panicked voice telling for Quackity to pull the lever that was holding up the anvil. "Heh?! Wait hold o-" Techno's yells were cut short by the anvil colliding with his skull and shattering it, killing him.

That's when he met them

-

Techno spawned in a black void, he looks around confused until he a person wear a black cloak and was lazily twirling a scythe in their right hand, he was going to say something but the person had made eye contact with the totem resting in his hand and gave a confused expression. "You're not supposed to have that-" Before they could reach out to him the totem created golden splotches of light on his skin making him making him disappear back in reality where is corpse was suddenly being brought back to life.

Technoblade would have to keep that reaper in mind, but now he would have battle his way back home.

-

Being the Grim Reaper was no easy job, there was the run of the mill of having to explain to the person that they're dead, or it's hard to move them to the afterlife because they don't want to. But besides that is was lonely in that black void you called home, you were the bringer of death which meant that you woked for The Goddess of Death, Kristen. She was one of the nicer deity's but you didn't want to be one of the poor souls that faced her wrath, so you were especially screwed when a piglin hybrid with pink hair holding a totem disappeared before your eyes. "I'm so screwed." You mumbled to yourself in a dazed panic, you were contemplating going down to the mortal realm to bring him back, after weighing the pros and cons on your situation, your paranoia got the better of you and you sent yourself down to the mortal real.

Ironic how the Grim Reaper themself fears death.

-

You've stayed on the mortal realm for months, for a large piglin he was sure a hard person to find, and as much as you wanted to drag him by the ears and strand him in the void to mindlessly teeter into the state of life and death you were sure he would refuse to go anyway, which is why you intend lure him in with a convenient royal ball Eret was hosting.

It's been a while since you attended extravagant parties like these, they were fun and you got to flaunt your outfit, which brings you to now. You stood in the stairway to the ballroom where everyone were dancing or chatting amongst themselves, when your shoes touched the stairs all eyes were on you, there were rampant whispers of curiosity between everyone as you made your ways down the stairs. You wore a blood red dress that would even make a strawberry jealous, you walked with a smirk on your face as you made breif eye contact with Technoblade, who was sipping on what you would assumed was wine from a glass, and seemingly in the blink of an eye everyone's attention turned back to what they were doing.

Almost everyone, Techno's eyes didn't leave your frame, he didn't want it to. He recognized you from somewhere but he couldn't put his finger on it, before he could ponder in his mind any longer the sound of the music shifted, everyone began to dance with each other. Techno's crimson eyes drew itself back to you, your attention were fixed on the couples happily dancing with each other, with an unknown feeling bubbling in his chest he walked over to you to ask if you wanted to dance with him. "May I have the honor of asking you for a dance?" He said, your eyes looked dark and calculated, like if he kept looking long enough he might not like what he finds.

"Are you sure you aren't asking me out of pity?" You raised an eyebrow, you were mostly teasing him. "I assure you that I've never pitied someone, and I don't intend to start doing it with the most gorgeous one in the room." He shot back, a smirk graced his lips as he held your soft hands and guided you to the floor.

In that moment you didn't know what to feel, his ruby like eyes pierced yours as he held your hip and danced you around the ballroom, you found yourself losing the thought of your plan to get him to the afterlife, with every twirl, every moment he made a funny quip, you couldn't help but fall for his charm more and more. This man could ruin your life if you let him leave this room, and yet just having this moment with him would make it all worth while.

"Gods, I can't do this." You mumbled to yourself, Techno gave you a quizzical look, and seemingly out nowhere your red dress had melted into your black cloak you usually wore. Everyone in the room was staring at you, Techno's eyes widened as he now realized who you were, "You're....-" "The Grim Reaper, I know. I was going bring you to the afterlife with me after you used that totem which would've cost me my job, but you made it so hard to make me do that." You rambled, you didn't want to go, you were scared the Kristen was going to be there when you do but as you were caught up in you head Techno placed his lips on yours, the gesture surprised you but you returned the kiss anyways, the room felt as you your were the only two in it and that's how it should be. When you pulled your lips away from his you noticed that you were fading from the realm, your time was up and you had to go back, Techno's hands tightened around yours as you gave a content smile, all you could do was muster a curt "Thank you," till you actually disappeared and left the hybrid standing by himself.

Though you weren't there for a long time, you would've loved to experience that one more time.

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"𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖞" — suna rintarou ;

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: suna rintarō is so much more than his bored eyes, the blunt between his lips, and his tendency to slack off—luckily, you're one of the very few people who know this; especially after he comes home to you sullen after finding out he didn't make it to the olympic players.

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: female reader. fluff—established relationship. angst if you squint. comfort. mention of drug use. like, one swear word.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k

𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: in lieu of the influx of toxic stoner!suna content, i offer you a piece of appreciation towards him and all that he is. i was meaning to post this in my new blog but i thought there's so much of you here who would appreciate and need this more. written on a whim at 1AM and didn't proofread so for any errors, gomen. repost because tumblr tagging hates me. cross posted on ao3 under the same username. original post here. this was written before we got information that he actually made it to the olympic team. furudate really told me to stfu, huh?

It's you who find out first that there is truly so much more to Suna Rintarō than his expressionless exterior, sleepy eyes, and bored gaze towards even the most ridiculous situations. It's when his self assured stance dwindled as he walked towards you once upon a time, introducing himself first before asking you for your number.

"My number?" You echoed his request, trying your best not to gawk at his attractive features and six foot two stature towering over you so easily; making you feel oh so small. (Which is funny, given that you were already standing straight on your heels.)

"If you don't mind, 's cool if you say no," he replies, tearing his gaze from you as if he was actually anxious you'd say no.

It's funny, really. It's not every day a famous pro-athlete known for both his good looks and skills walk up to you, asking for your number and actually considering you'd say no to him and his pretty features—in fact, nevermind that he was pretty, it was more the fact that he wasn't so full of himself to actually think you wouldn't say no.

That's what makes you nod your head; your heart already beating right out of your chest as he gives you a lazy grin and his phone to press your number in. When you're done, you hand it back to him and you mentally pat yourself at the back for not visibly trembling.

"Y/N?" He reads your name from the contact information, and good God, did your name sound so beautiful coming out of his mouth. He doesn't wait for your reply anymore, looking back at you from his phone, the lazy smile still across his lips as if he knew it was a heart killer.

"Thanks, I'll text you later," is the last thing he said before he walked away from you.

It didn't take long for you to fall in love with someone like Suna Rintarō—underneath his detached personality also lied someone who was truly passionate with the things he set his mind to, gave his time to. Like you or volleyball or the video game he's been waiting to release for a whole month—it only had to be something or someone who was special enough, then, he would give it his all.

The smoke that filled his lungs occasionally did nothing to lessen your own intoxication of Suna Rintarō and his passions—because every exhale, his dark green eyes would meet yours and oh so easily, he offers you that same lazy smile yet one that was dripping with affection.

"Should you even be smoking that, Rintarō?" You had questioned him before, about the second time you've seen him put the rolled blunt in between his soft lips, inhaling it.

"It's a once in a while kinda thing, you don't actually think I'd sacrifice my career for this don'tcha?" He grins at you, amusement flooding his usually bored eyes — now glazed over with the effects of the weed—from the way he gazes at you with an eyebrow raised.

It's when you realize that Suna Rintarō was independent and knew what he was doing—did what he did with full awareness, full control, full flexibility. It's as if who he was in court was who he was in person as well.

"You're really interesting, y'know that Rin?" You had mumbled against his chest once before, it was at the first few months of dating—he had one of his arms around you with you cuddled on his side, watching a movie from his couch.

"Yeah?"

"I mean—you've always been so good at what you do, huh? But you still work for it."

"What makes you say that?" You can feel him looking down on face against his chest.

"C'mon, don't be silly. You were scouted at middle school and you only got better as you grew up!" You say, finally moving your head to meet his gaze.

But all you get is a flick on your forehead and his low chuckle, "'s not that deep, y/n," he answers.

But you already knew better.

Suna isn't one for words, and no matter how much you insist that he was beyond the description of words, he only rolls his narrowed eyes at you. You find out Suna Rintarō, your boyfriend, was a huge inspiration during your sixth month together when you finally met his little sister.

It's hard to say it wasn't amusing how snarky she was, just as he was to his friends whom you've met a few times before—Atsumu and Osamu Miya, you remember. She's quick with her tongue, easily retorting back to her brother's comments.

"Are you sure you didn't just pay Y/N-san to be your girlfriend, nii-san?"

"Nah, you still jealous I came out prettier than you?" Suna bites back, a teasing grin plastered across his face. His sister only scoffs, looking back at you.

"You can tell me if he blackmailed you to come here!" She attempts to whisper. You're not sure whether you should be worried or continue to laugh, but you do neither as you choke on the drink you were sipping on right as she told you this.

"Shit, Y/N," Suna curses as you cough, your throat burning at the drink's intrusion, but Suna's quick to rub soothingly against your back as he offers you his water, his eyes glazed over in panic.

"You okay?" He asks when you stopped coughing, and you nod in response—throat remaining slightly sore. Suna lets out an aggravated groan, "Be careful next time," he manages to scold you, but oddly enough, his words remain saccharine.

There's something about the way that his little sister doesn't seem the least bit surprised with his reaction that somehow lets you know that perhaps, Suna Rintarō might just be quite the caring brother behind closed doors.

After that, it was when Suna excused himself to take a call from his manager, leaving you with his sister.

"Hey, nee-san, promise you'll take care of Rin-nii? You won't break his heart, will you?" His sister asks, eyes gleaming with something akin to hope, expectation, wonder. It easily takes you by surprise.

"Don't you worry, I'll promise I'll take care of him, promise I won't break his heart," your voice easily softens, nodding. His little sister's gaze remains on you, as if she's assessing you and as if she would easily tell whether or not you meant the words that came out of your mouth.

It makes you hold a breath until she nods slowly, smiling at you lightly just as Suna comes walking back, eyebrows raised, knowing he must've missed something.

"Whatcha girls talkin' bout?" He asked as he slipped back on his seat beside you.

"None of your business, obviously," his sister quickly answers.

They're truly quite similar, it's enough to make you smile and get through meeting his little sister until both of you dropped her off back to the train station.

"What'd she tell you?" Suna nudged you after seeing her train leave.

"Nothing, Rin," you answered with a wide smile, leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his lips—yet just as you pull away, one of his hands has found its way behind your neck, pulling you back to him.

You never thought a kiss could feel so loving before—but it really seemed as if Suna Rintarō had a knack for proving you wrong, over and over again.

It was the day that the Olympic team was announced when you see so much more of Suna Rintarō. Quick like the blink of an eye, or lightning that leaves the thunder chasing it; Suna felt the exhaustion, the pressure, the burnt-out feeling that's been repressed in the back of his head. It comes to him, crashing down like boulders not just on his shoulders but weighing down every part of his body.

Did he lack somewhere? He wonders. Where did that lacking end and start? What could have he done? Was it training, where he spent most of his time now? Suna had end up seeing you less and less since the drafting of olympic players started and you've been nothing but patient.

What was he supposed to tell you? After all the time it has stolen away from you—that he didn't make it?

When he opened the door to your shared apartment, he doesn't look up at you with a relieved sigh as he usually would—he avoids you gaze entirely, he avoids your observing eyes from the couch you sat on, watching him slowly shrug his shoes off.

"I'm just gonn—" he started, about to make an excuse to avoid looking at you.

"Prepared your bath, Rin. C'mon," Suna hears you say but it doesn't sink in his head, watching you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Suna remains silent as he looks down on the bath you prepared for him, warm and inviting.

"Meet me in the kitchen when you're done, okay?" He hears you say, followed by the echo of your footsteps walking away.

You easily understand that Suna Rintarō was more than his talents, his efforts, and every little thing about him when you feel his large arms wrapped around you, his broad chest pressed against your back and his face buried on the crook of your neck. His fresh scent right out of the shower engulfing you and invading your senses, flooding you with him.

"'m sorry, bunny," he mumbles.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Ri—"

"It's odd, thought I'd pull it off, thought it'd be nothin' if I didn't make it. Don't know why I'm so upset right now," he continues, cutting you off, "Been so patient for me too, bunny. Thought I'd be nice to make you proud, ya know?"

Your sigh comes out sharp from the heavy feeling from your chest, not knowing what to do to make him feel better—like he did with you, always knowing his way around your low moments.

You wriggle out of his arms, making him grumble until you fully face him. He looks back at you with a small frown, eyebrows furrowed, watching your expression.

"I'm always proud of you, Rin. Olympic player or not, you make me so proud," you speak softly, your hands cupping each side of his face.

"Don't even get why it matters to me this much, it's just—" it was your turn to cut him off, tipping your toes to press a lingering kiss against his lips. Suna smiles against your lips, carrying you to sit on the kitchen counter like he always did—knowing you always would have to tip on your toes to reach him.

Soon, the lingering kiss turns slow and passionate—lips softly grazing the other, and it feels more like pouring the heavy weight of love out of your chest and into the other. A kiss so loving, so reassuring, so passionate—the kind that easily takes your breath away and makes your mind go blank. When Suna pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You smile at him because it's all you can do when your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your throat just to offer itself to him entirely—and Suna smiles back at you, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you again, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, hoping it would help soothe him, and then you say, "I promise that you'll make it next year, Rin. I'll be with you now, and I'll still be with you then."

It only makes him hold you tighter, closer to him, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Rintarō. You deserve the world and all the stars in the galaxy."

"'s too bad there's nothin' more I need than you, then."

That's what Suna tells you—Suna, who was smoke in his lungs, dumb videos of the twins to blackmail them with, little mistakes, bored eyes, and lazy attitude. The same Suna who was slow kisses, passion, and genuine smiles reserved for you—the same Suna who gave his passions his all, the same Suna who held you securely in his arms every night, the same Suna his little sister admired. Most of all, the same Suna Rintarō you loved with every beat of your heart, every fibre of your being.

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[blue-broken-heart]

19+ !Valentines Day is For Liars and Wh*res!- Jaehyun Jong X Fem Reader 19+

Summary

A valentines hook up with an infamous playboy who saved you from a case of date rape-- remember doods,doodettes and doodles cover your drink with your hand if your not looking at it and never take anything from people you do not know. Anyways this part is just the smut -> - <-

Read the full thing here; https://archiveofourown.org/works/36894319 Okayokay its really just a Jaehyun series on AO3 but I'll switch up the names here ig...?

This Jae;

This vybe;

Triggers:(moderately soft and fluffy tbh) Oral(M and F rec), Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Cursing, ahhh~ and Penetrative Sex< if it wasn't clear before...

!This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This is A Work Of Fiction!

It wasn't that you didn't want Jae.

You did. You really, really did.

But it felt sort of wrong. Like you were being foolish or acting like a love-struck teenager instead of a levelheaded woman who carefully measured all aspects of her life. You were jumping way too fast for someone typically so logical, someone who was usually scared to jump in the first place in regard to anything heart-related. You weighed out the pros and cons. Sometimes, you'd make a list before agreeing to go on a first date. When the doors opened, Jae pulled you inside and pressed his body against yours before asking you how you liked it, his eyes watching yours with intent. He pushed the button, his focus still on you like you were his prey and he was your predator. You had nowhere to go.

“I can see your mind racing sweetheart,” His breath skirted across you lips, and you forced your eyes to stay open instead of closing the way they wanted to.

“It's irritating,” You complained.

“Listen to me carefully,” he started to say, and you stared at his mouth, memorizing the fullness of his lips. “I can tell you don't typically hook up with strange men.”

You tried to stifle a laugh but failed.

"It's okay to want me the same way I want you.” He ran his hand down the length of your arm, causing goosebumps to rise. "It's okay to be attracted to me, to give in to what we have between us. We aren't doing anything wrong. We're two consenting single adults.”

“I know that,” You argued but was still a little uncertain.

"Do you? 'Cause I'm not sure you do.”

You are a grown-ass woman, for God's sake, and it was your body. You could do whatever you chose to with it. You just never had before. You'd always been in long-term relationships, and you'd never cheated or strayed.

“I've never had a one-night stand," You admitted, almost feeling like you'd missed some unwritten rite of passage in life.

"Neither have I,” he said with a smirk.

“Liar," You countered, and he laughed.

"You're right. That was a lie. But I don't run around the country, doing this kind of thing either. It's happened once or twice, but I don't make a habit out of sleeping with random women,” he explained. Liar. He was a fucking liar and you were eating those lies right out of his palm.

Before he'd started talking about it, you hadn't even considered it.

You were one of hundreds of women.

This was all some kind of charming act just to have sex with you.

I mean-- he was well known for not being able to settle. He was a hot fuck and a even hotter man. Could you put your baggage onto him in detail? Ha! You scoff in your head, Jae Jong would never settle for a nobody editor for some shitty high school textbook like you.

“What's wrong?” he asked as you ignored his hand and walked out on my own.

“Everything okay?” Jae asked, and you almost jumped, forgetting that he was there.

“Well all I can think of is how many V’s your P has been in now,” You say with the knowledge that almost surely he bent your friend over earlier.

His head cocked back. “How many what my what?”

You waved him off as you started toward the room. Even with all the mixed signals you were throwing out, you were still currently leading him right to where his bed was located.

“How many vaginas you've been inside. You have me thinking this is a bad idea. And that I'm probably, like, number one thousand or something and ..."

Your body stopped moving forward with the force of his arm on yours, holding you back.

“You are not number one thousand. Or even one hundred. I'm not that type of guy,” he said before gripping your neck and kissing you.

Once he pulled away from your lips, he continued talking, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Don't get me wrong; I want to savor every fucking inch of your spectacular body. But I understand if you're not ready to be consumed.”

What in the ever-loving hell kind of fucking speech was that?

Your mind was a contradicting, jumbled mess. The devil on your shoulder wanted nothing more than to get tangled up in the sheets with Jae while the angel chastised that this was happening at warp speed and maybe you should slow down. Flicking the angel right off, hoping she fell and broke a leg.

He kissed you again. His hands fisted in your hair, and you swore you felt a switch inside your brain flip off. You stopped caring about how many times he'd done this before or if it was the right thing to do or not. All you knew was that you wanted this man inside you, and you were damn well going to enjoy every moment.

“Get in here,” You demanded and Jae was all over you, his fingertips grazing your jaw, his eyes devouring you as if they could taste you just by looking.

“I can't get enough of you,” he whispered, but it sounded strained, forced almost, and it was sexy as hell.

“That makes two of us,” You said as you reached for his pants and started unzipping them. Gripping the hem of his pants and his boxer briefs, you pulled them both down as you dropped to your knees and inspected the length of him before taking him in your fist. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at his soft, warm skin in your hand. I took him in your mouth before he could stop you, complain, or say a single word.

Jae’s moans filled the room. He stood perfectly still, not thrusting or forcing himself any deeper inside you, and you loved that he allowed you to have all the control. You focused on sucking him off with the right amount of suction while moving your hand up and down at the base of his balls. He moaned again, louder this time, and you knew he liked what you were doing to him.

It felt powerful, having him in your control like this. Maybe it should have felt the opposite, considering the fact that you was the one on their knees, but you knew that as long as he was in your mouth, you held all the cards. You liked the way it felt.

“____+” His voice strangled out of him, and you stopped sucking with a pop.

Strong hands reached for your shoulders and pulled you to your feet.

“You can't keep doing that.”

You didn't ask him to explain or tell you more. you knew what he meant. He leaned down and pulled his boxers back in place, which was a damn shame, before his fingertips tilted your chin upward to look at him. His eyes were unreadable as he planted a kiss against your lips. It was softer than you knew how to interpret, almost loving, and you tossed that thought right back out of your head as quickly as it had entered.

"Can I turn on the fire?” he asked, moving toward the gas fireplace in the corner of the room.

"Yeah.”

You watched as he flipped the switch on the wall, and the fire came to life with a small roar. The mood had already been set, but this definitely added to it.

“On the bed.” Jae's tone of voice surprised you, and you shot him a look.

"You heard me, ___+.”

“Fuck-,” You said but then promptly did what you had been told.

As you sat on the edge of the bed, still fully robed, Jae stalked toward you before doing exactly what you had done a few minutes earlier—he dropped to his knees to worship you.

“My turn.” He winked before reaching for the bottom of your robe and shoving it upward.

Those deep eyes took every inch of you in appreciatively, his breath catching as more and more of your legs were revealed. You'd never felt so sexy before in your entire life.

You thought about saying something teasing, but his head divided between your legs and his fingers pulled your panties to the side and you couldn't say anything at all, let alone think. The second his tongue licked you.

You short-circuited, completely lost in the moment. It felt so good. Your body fell backward onto the bed, back arching as your breathing became erratic. Fisting his hair, you pulled at it before moving to his ears and doing the same, wanting more of what he was giving. Clawing fresh marks into his skin.

Everything Jae did was so pleasure-filled; you really thought you might die from it.

“You're so good at this,” You said with a shaky breath, and he stopped for a moment to look at you. You almost killed him–

“Oh my God, don't stop,” You whined, and he gave you a smirk before diving back down and finishing the job. Body was racked with ecstasy, coming down from the high he'd given when he finally rose back to his feet.

He reached out a hand to you, and you took it. Pulling you to stand, he spun you around until your back was facing him, and he reached for the zipper on your dress and tugged it all the way down. You stepped out of it, wearing nothing but the matching bra and panty set Nika'd picked out earlier.

Jae made short work of his clothes, tossing everything into a pile on the floor, except for his charcoal-grey boxer briefs. That man's body was a sight to behold, chiselled and filled out in all the right places.

“Like what you see?” He gave you a slight nod, and you laughed.

“Fucking right I do.” Your eyes practically bulged out of your head, “I love what I see.”

Jae stepped toward you, one arm reaching for your waist. He pulled you against him and unhooked your bra and dropped it to the floor before you even realized he'd done it. He went to work on your thong next, looping his fingers around the flimsy material and tugging it down until you kicked it off completely. He did the same with his boxer briefs before directing you back onto the bed.

You had no idea what you expected sex with Jae to be like, but slow, basic, or gentle definitely wasn't it. For some reason, you'd always figured that a one-night stand would be more like tossing each other into walls, breaking pictures from knocking them over, resulting in bruises you couldn't remember getting.

But Jae entered you like he'd never get the chance to do it again. He took his time, his fingers tracing the curves of your body, and by the time he was finished, not a single cell on you had been left untouched.

He worshipped you in ways you hadn't even known were possible, made you feel things sexually you'd only ever read about.

And when you showered together, he fucked you again, this time from behind, pounding into you so hard that you thought you might break something.

His fingers left marks on your thighs. Your hips were sore from his grip. And if you had to do this night all over again, you'd say yes ten times out of ten.

JaeHyun Jong was the best sex you'd ever had.

You woke up the next morning, sore in all the right places, body exhausted in the best of ways. When you rolled over, you noticed the bed was empty. Relief and disappointment battled for you top feeling as you touched his pillow, noting that it was cold. You'd allowed yourself to get caught up in the moment last night, and you'd enjoyed every second of it, but the harsh light of a new day had a way of erasing all that. It reminded you that you had just ended a three-year relationship and should be in some state of mourning, not in bed with someone else.

The switch that had shut off in your mind had definitely been turned back on.

Sitting up, you tucked the covers under your arms and ran a hand through your hair just as a knock on the door startled you. It started to open, and you almost screamed that you were inside and naked, but Jae's head appeared instead.

He waved as he walked through the door, balancing a bag and a crate of coffees. He hadn't left you during the middle of the night, like you'd thought. wait-- this was his place.

You knew there was no point to his kind gestures. You'd never see each other again. But maybe that was what made it all so easy—no expectations. Jae seemed perfect because he only had to maintain the illusion for a few days, not a lifetime, like real relationships.

He set up the food and coffee on a tray and placed it on top of the bed before settling back in next to you.

“You're a god,” You said as you reached for the coffee and took a large sip. There was nothing more awful than burning your mouth.

“I've heard worse.” He sipped his own drink before taking a muffin and tearing at it, handing half to you. “So, ___+, is this how you imagined spending your night out?”

You almost choked. “Um, no. I definitely didn't plan on meeting anyone-.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?” Jae was fishing for a compliment. Or maybe he was simply trying to read your emotions, but you wasn't giving in.

“Still deciding,” you teased.

"Harsh.” He smirked, sliding you a card. A pretty black card with a neon green ‘N’ on it, “Well, Ms ___+ Would you like to be my girl?”

“What number would I be?” You mused, taking up the bank card. Huh? You never thought Yul and Yuk’s birthday would turn out with you getting the gift Nika’s always wanted.

“Depends on how fast you can get here.” Jae shrugged, “Staying the night only happens once. If you do come over you need to be gone by sunrise.”

“How bout this Mr. PlayBoy,” You tap the edge of the card to your cheek thinking, “You come when I call, and I’ll mind my own business?”

“Wh-”

“Don’t worry there’s benefits,” You slide the card back, “I’m not a whore. And even less your whore.”

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... .. . I understand if you wanna yell at me after reading this....I'll take a scenario or request to make up for it <3 Requests; Normal: https://blue-broken-heart.tumblr.com/ask Anon: https://blue-broken-heart.tumblr.com/submit Short bits welcomed too~ I won't drag it out like these dw-

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter twenty - “collateral damage”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n deal with the emotional fallout of her departure from wakanda.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: mildly suggestive content, nothing explicit, 18+ readers please.

The flight home was wretched. Sleeping on the jet was impossible. Every time she shut her eyes she saw his face. If her mind did somehow manage to drift off to sleep, Y/N dreamed of him and woke up trying not to rip her hair out.

"We can still stay in contact, right?" Bucky asked as they were walking back from the waterfall.

They had left their catharsis by the water, still upset, but now calmer and more logical.

"I don't think so..."

"What? Why? It's not like we don't have the technology to do it."

"I know, but.." Y/N trailed off, trying to think of a sensible excuse.

Obviously they could stay in contact if they wanted. But any kind of phone call would be able to be tracked or recorded. That, and she didn't want him to hang on to someone who betrayed him. She couldn't imagine the guilt she'd have hearing Bucky's "I miss you's" or "Baby doll's" from miles away, knowing she lied to him.

"You don't even have a phone..."

"That's an easy problem to fix."

"I know... I just think you should focus on the rest of your healing, and... you know, I'll have a lot of work once I get back...." she took a breath. "I don't know if it's super healthy for us to cling on to each other when it... may be better to move on..."

"Move on?"

"Yeah..."

Bucky stopped walking and turned to face her. They both stood still and he stared at her, confused, as if he was trying to figure something out. He knew her well. She was scared he'd see right through her.

"So let me get this straight. When you're here we can talk all the time and... plenty of other things. But when you're away we can't even call each other?"

"Bucky..."

"That's not all, is it?"

She sighed. "I'm just... worried... about- like-... getting in trouble. If someone overhears or tracks a phone call...What if someone finds out where the 'Winter Soldier' is and comes here to exact revenge?"

That was partly true. She'd never want anyone bad to find out where he was. But no one was tracking her phone calls; she wasn't really a person of interest. In all likelihood, it probably wasn't something she'd have to be terribly worried about.

However, if anyone overheard or saw Bucky on the phone, they'd know it was her, and she doubted anything she could say would convince them that she didn't tell him about the arm.

Or maybe no one would find out. She just didn't want to take the chance. The last time she took a chance, this happened. She wasn't willing to do it again.

He stared at her with dejected eyes. "You know you don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay."

She rested her hands on his forearms and laughed sadly. "Bucky, I don't think I'm ever not gonna worry about you."

He was already in her heart. She didn't think he could leave now.

He let his eyelids fall shut. "I really don't want you to go."

She closed her eyes as well and let her forehead rest against the top of his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you either. But you're gonna do so well, even without me. And every day I'll wake up and think 'wow this man is sexy and has good coping mechanisms! I wish I was him!'"

In the midst of his sadness, she made him laugh. It was a despondent, quiet laugh, but she managed to lift his mood all the same - even if just a little bit. She'd always make everything better.

He gazed down at her, eyes heavy, and without even thinking about it... "I love you."

She looked down at the grass below her feet. "Buck..."

"I do. I'm sorry but I do."

She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in tight, one arm up her back and the other cradling her head.

In the tiniest whisper, she let the truth flow out from her chest. "I love you, too."

The clouds provoked her, so peaceful and quiet, while her head was a big, loud mess. Y/N leaned her head on the window, glaring at them and wondering if she should've said what she did. That she loved him. Internally, she debated whether or not it would make things worse. But she wasn't going to see him again; she might as well have left him with the truth.

Time was lost to her. She thought she would be landing soon, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

-

Bucky sat at the lake - their lake - and just stared into the water. It felt so strange to him, that she was gone. One minute she was here and now he was just... alone.

It was so quiet. Too quiet. Of course being alone was quiet, but after Y/N left, the air just felt empty.

He wished he could talk to her. Whenever he was upset, all he wanted to do was talk to her.

"So, is this... d-do we say goodbye now?" he asked when they got back to his hut.

"Yeah..." she sighed. "yeah."

"Are you going back to Europe?"

"Yes. Belgium. Haven't been in my apartment in forever."

"Belgium," he wondered. "It's nice there. Safe. What are you gonna do for work?"

"Probably just continue where I left off on my research. Fancy brain stuff, ya'know?"

He grinned, proud. "My smart girl."

She looked around her, as if watching for something. Or someone.

"Buck, I think I have to go now."

"Just one more minute? Please. I wanna remember you like this. Not sad and crying."

Y/N smiled, grabbed his hands, and kissed his knuckles. Both flesh and metal. Because they were both part of him and she loved him. All of him.

Then, she placed both his hands on either side of her face. Softly she said, "remember me like this," before bringing their lips together.

He looked down at his vibranium arm, twisting his wrist to watch how the plates whirred.

Since the first moment he put it on, he had been using it to be gentle, loving, and affectionate. This arm was good. This arm wasn't used for death and destruction and violence.

With this arm he held her, kissed her, loved her. And now she was gone. And now it felt like dead weight.

— ONE WEEK LATER —

Whenever Bucky looked at his bionic arm he saw her. It began to make him sad.

His hair had been getting longer and longer. He could cut it now, now that he had two arms. But every time he tried, all he could do was stare at the arm and hear her voice in his head.

"That's your heart. That's you. You're all heart, Buck. You're so deeply, wonderfully human. All the way to your bones."

That was the first time he expressed real distress about missing a limb, he recalled. That was the first time they kissed. Funny how that transition was made, funny how she could remedy some of his worst emotions.

His days were boring and uneventful and nearly silent. He sat alone a lot. There was no laughter anymore, none of her laughter. There was no more holding, no more kissing, no more loving. The arm just felt... wrong? Like what it was born from had died.

-

In Belgium, Y/N felt incredibly uncomfortable. She knew she just needed to adjust to the change, after getting to used to life in Wakanda - life with Bucky. Her vacant apartment didn't feel as homey.

It had been, what, a year and a half? About a year and a half since she had been home. About a year and a half spent with Bucky.

Her apartment seemed so... barren. Void of life. And cold. She was used to the Wakandan heat. When she closed and locked the door behind her, she looked at the golden square that the sun cast through her window. It reminded her of that heat.

Y/N sighed, cursing her very own hippocampus for providing her with memory.

"God, I wish you had an AC in here."

She was in his bed. Well, she was on top of him, straddling him, in his bed.

"Is it hot or is it just you?" he joked, poking at her sides and trying to not pout at the loss of her lips.

"Ha. Ha," she rolled her eyes and brought her face back to his.

"Wait," Bucky said and gently pulled her face away to examine it. "You are a little warm."

"It's okay," she quickly tried to resume their previous activity.

"Hold on-" he got cut off as Y/N kept pecking his lips over and over.

"I have-"

Kiss.

"An idea-"

Kiss.

Lightly he pushed her shoulders away, nearly giggling. "Stop it! Just wait a second!"

Bashful, she conceded. "What?"

"Just-" he reached out and put the vibranium hand on her forehead, effectively cooling her down a bit. She closed her eyes and flashed a goofy smile.

"That feels nice."

Then, suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around her back and flipped them over so that he was on top. He smirked.

"Oh yeah, you just wait."

She hung her keys up and took a deep breath, absorbing the emptiness. This was her new normal; she just had to get used to it.

-

"I just- I don't really... I don't think I need it," Bucky tried to explain.

Want it, he thought. I don't want it. I can't stand to even look at it.

"You don't need it?" Shuri asked.

"Yeah, it-uh it takes a bit of getting used to and I think I just need a break. And I wouldn't want to damage it so... figured it's better with you."

He was better at lying than he gave himself credit for.

"Okay," Shuri accepted his answer and began to detach the bionic arm. "But you let me know if it's uncomfortable or painful anywhere so I can adjust it. Alright?"

"Alright. Thank you."

Finally he was rid of it- that cursed metal weighing down on his soul. Maybe now he could focus on other things. Maybe. It didn't seem likely...

However, as the days drew closer, it did make him slightly - only slightly -  less nervous about the trigger word experiment. Now he didn't have a weapon attached to him. Though he reckoned he was the weapon.

No. He wasn't supposed to think like that. He knew Y/N wouldn't want him to. He knew she would say something like, "You aren't what they tried to make you into. You're you and all HYDRA's awfulness can't change the good at your core. My Bucky. You're perfect."

He'd deny to high heavens that he was the farthest thing from perfect. Bucky had no clue how she could say such things. But her conviction never faltered.

Soon enough the day came. The experiment. All he could think about was how she was supposed to be there. He didn't want to do this without her.

But now, he found himself sitting at at a fire on some mountain with one of the Doras. It was dark and it was scary. He was scared.

"It is time," said Ayo.

Nevermind want. He wasn't sure if he could do this without her.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I won't let you hurt anyone."

He was still scared. He still didn't trust himself. But, staring into the fire, he thought back to a past conversation.

"You don't have to trust yourself. That's hard enough as it is and Hydra didn't make it any easier. You just trust me, alright? ... And I will not let anything happen to you."

Bucky didn't have to trust himself. He just had to trust her. Even if she wasn't here, even if she was on another continent, all he had to do was trust her. When Ayo began reciting the trigger words, that was the one thing thing he held onto. The one thing that kept him afloat.

His trust in her.

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[sassenach77yle]

Where are we going?

Red Jamie won't get far, but... but you. I can save you, and I will.

Well, we can leave together. Now. We could sail somewhere, anywhere. The country is roused. The ports are closed. I'm no afraid to die, Sassenach. A musket ball, maybe a blade. It's better than the hangman's noose or the wrath of the MacKenzies. I'm a dead man already, so I choose the battlefield.

No. Then I will stay here with you.

No, no, you won't. At the witch trial, if I'd have gone to the stake with Geillis, would you have left me? Left you? I would have gone to the stake with you, to hell and beyond, if it had gone to that, but I wasn't carrying your child.

You can't know that. It's much too soon. It... Oh, Sassenach, you have not been a day late in your courses in... in all the time since ye first took me to yer bed, but it's been two months now. You kept track? In the middle of this bloody war, you kept track? Aye. How long have you known? Not long. This child... this one is all that will be left of me... ever. But now, we must go, so I beg you, Claire...

No, no, I can't leave you.

You heard me give my word to Rupert, and you made me a promise to spare Randall's life. You... you promised me that if it came to this, ye'd go back through the stones, back home.

But you are my home.

And you are mine, but this home is lost. And now you and the bairn... you must go to a safe place. To a man... A man that could care for you both. No. No, I... Claire. Claire, there's no time.

How will I explain all this? How can I go back? To Frank.

All that I leave to you. Tell him what you will about me... About us. It's likely he'll no want to hear, but if he does... Tell him I'm grateful. And tell him I trust him, and tell him I hate him to the very marrow of his bones. The buzzing. It's so loud. I'm not ready, Jamie. I'm not ready. Come with me. Come with me through the stones.

Na, I can't. You could try. You hear it, right? The buzzing? I don't hear anything, Claire. Even if I could... go back through the stones... It's not my place. My destiny lies on Culloden Moor.

But I'll find you. I promise. If I have to endure 200 years of purgatory... 200 years without you, then that is my punishment that I have earned for my crimes, for I have lied, killed, stolen, betrayed... And broken trust. But when I stand before God, I'll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest.

Lord... you gave me a rare woman... And God, I loved her well.

It has begun.

Our wedding gift from Hugh Munro. You keep it with you.

Blood of my blood. And bone of my bone. As long as we both shall live.

Come on. This... belonged to my father. Give it to the bairn, when he's old enough.

I will name him Brian, after your father.

I love you. I love you.

And I you. Good-bye, Claire.

Outlander 2×13 “Dragonfly in Amber”💔

[tamcitrus]

vacation night

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x f!reader

genre: nsfw (i really tried giving it a background, i really did)

warnings: spit play, spanking, slight dom/sub, breath play?, little degradation

words: 2.7 k

summary: working as a fire force officer you inevitably met and worked with the Seventh Company’s Captain and you grew a soft spot for him, so you went to visit him on your “vacations”

tam’s notes: it’s finally here, my first Fire Force fic. I knew as soon as I saw this man that I had to write for him. I hope my fellow Benimaru lovers enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it.

tags: @writeiolite​ , @shinsotired​ , @loneveenas​ , @vventure​

"Ugh, you here again?" Benimaru walked past you and his friend, with the twins behind him. "I'm not interested in what you have to say, so please leave."

He was already in the next room when he finished talking.

"I'm sorry, he's… stubborn," Konro explained.

"Oh, don't worry, Konro-san. I can assure you I'm even more stubborn," you laughed. "Do you know a nice place where I can stay the night? I won't bother him now, I don't want to ruin your dinner."

"We have extra rooms, you can stay here if you like."

"Thanks. I'll take a look around the city and I'll be back," you smiled at the gentle man that made you company until now.

You walked around the city, bought some candies and went to sit by the river under the moonlight. A few minutes later you heard steps behind you and a big arm brushed yours when a person sat by your side.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I make myself clear?" Benimaru couldn't understand what it was about you that made him nervous.

"I'm not here for official business," you explained.

You were sitting on a bench facing the river and the man by your side had his back facing the river. You couldn't quite see the other's face but it wasn't necessary.

"I might apply for a new company," you whispered.

"We don't take people outside Asakusa," he anticipated.

"You don't."

"I'm not in charge."

"I'll ask Konro-san then."

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue and sighed. "Why―?"

"I like Asakusa. I'd like to be away from the Holy Sol Temple for a while…"

"Take some vacations," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You burst out in laughter. You couldn't believe a man this powerful could be so dense sometimes.

"I'm not making myself clear, I see. I'm here for you.”

He sighed. He had his suspicions and he was right.

“I don’t have time for this,” he answered.

You stayed silent. You had your suspicions too. Benimaru Shinmon didn’t look like a man interested in a relationship or any kind of romance. He had his job and his kingdom. And he was satisfied with it.

“Try not to wake up anyone when you come back to the headquarters,” he said as he walked away.

You smiled at him and observed his shadow disappear in the night. It was ok, you weren't hurt. It was just a simple crush on him, not like he was the love of your life or something. He could be but whatever.

You waited a few long minutes to stand up and walk back to the Seventh Company headquarter. Konro left a note with the room he had prepared for you and a little map to not get lost or get into someone else’s room, all of them marked with an X. You walked there and stared at the ceiling for another long period of time. You weren’t getting any sleep that night, you just knew, so you decided to leave. But you couldn’t leave without any notice so you wrote a note for Benimaru and walked to his door ―which Konro kindly pointed in the map with a different mark― to leave it there.

Once there, the curiosity bit you. You couldn’t hear anything, not even the slightest sign of his breathing, so you slowly opened the door to get inside and deliver your note.

It all happened so fast. You barely saw a flash of fire and then a hand in your throat had you pinned against the wall, without making a sound.

“Easy there, destruction king,” you said. He had your throat in one hand and your hand with the note in the other. “It's just me.”

“I could’ve killed you. What the fuck―?”

“Just wanted to leave a note before going my way,” you interrupted, as calm as you could with him all over you. “I didn’t think you would be so territorial.”

“Do you know how many people have tried something against me? Sneaking here and shit?”

“Pretty sure after a few tries they learned their lesson,” you joked.

“Are you leaving?” he asked without letting go even a little bit.

“I had a nice stay here today but I have to go,” you shrugged.

“What are you even wearing? In the middle of the night are you gonna walk out like this? Without a uniform?”

“A dress. Civilian clothes, Beni, I'm on vacation, remember? You should try it sometime,” you said, the pressure on your neck a bit lighter. “You’d look good without―”

Without your uniform, that's what you wanted to say. His mouth was over yours before you could mock him one more time. You made him come closer to you with your leg around his waist. He let go your arm and neck to grab your legs, you held to his shoulders to jump and cling to him. His torso had you against the wall as his hands explored your thighs.

You didn’t waste a second thinking about how he rejected you a few hours ago. You couldn't focus on anything else but his hands and his tongue, that wet muscle that was now tracing the veins from your neck to your shoulder. You moaned as his big hands grabbed your ass as hard as he could. He walked to his bed and let you fall there, as if you weighed nothing. You gasped when you felt your body hit his mattress. He was taking off his clothes without getting his eyes off of you for a second. It was almost like a lion stalking his prey before jumping to its neck to end the job.

“You’re big under all those oversized clothes,” you commented.

“You talk a lot,” he said.

“Want me to use my mouth for something else besides talking?” you smiled, you put up the most innocent smile that you could in that situation.

He sighed and rolled your dress up to your waist to position himself between your legs. You rolled your eyes at him even when he couldn’t see you. He bit your inner thigh and you closed your legs on pure instinct. You tried to, at least, but Benimaru’s hands held your legs at a safe distance from his head as he kept going up your skin and finally got to the point. He kissed your clothed clit and his mouth went up to your pelvis and belly until he met your dress again. He clicked his tongue and stood up to take your dress in his hands and ripped it apart, like it was a buttoned shirt.

You opened your mouth to complain but all you left out was a moan when you felt Benimaru’s mouth over your nipple. You tangled your hands in his hair and you were surprised by how soft it was. You threw your arm down between your bodies and took his erection on your hand to jack him off. He was… huge. Just like everything else on him, he was big and intimidating. His broad shoulders and chest, his big hands that could easily cover your whole face in one touch, he was just so powerful and big.

“What’s wrong?” he said and stopped to look at you. His different eyes looked at you through long locks of hair and even in the dark you could see a little blush on his face.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat and moved your hand again before spacing out in your thoughts again.

Why get lost in a thought if you had the original one all over your body and kissing you in that same moment? You pulled his hair to hear him make some noise one more time, just in case you were dreaming. He growled when you moved your hips up and grinded your wet underwear against his bare dick.

“Just fuck me already, Beni,” you whispered on his ear as you tried to get rid of your underwear.

He helped you to get it off and then step back to admire your naked form on his bed. He also set your panty on fire, as if that little piece of fabric just did the most unforgivable thing to him. You giggled as you bent your knees and spread your legs open for him. He stood right in front of you again and took two of his fingers to his mouth and then to your pussy. You wiggled your hips at his touch so he rested one knee between your legs and put his other hand around your neck to try to keep you still.

You held to his bicep with both hands ―yes you needed both to get a hold around his arm― and moaned. You moved your hips desperately, silently begging for more. Without letting go of your throat he took his dick and teased your entrance, going up and down with his tip full of precum.

He could tease you like this the whole night just to watch you squirm and whine under his hands. But the reality was he wanted to fuck you just as much as you did. So he finally gave you -and himself- what you wanted. You arched your back at the feeling of him stretching you. Even with all the teasing and preparation you still needed a minute to adjust to his huge erection. He could be a bit rough with you but he still waited for you to signal him to keep going and when you squeezed his arm he took it as his signal.

He started thrusting slow, taking his time to see his dick disappearing between your folds. Once he had enough of that hypnotic view, he pushed himself balls deep into you, like his life depended on it. The pleasure clouded your mind, you had no space for something that wasn’t him right now, nor mentally or physically.

“Oh god fuck,” you whispered when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and started thrusting in a new position. 

You couldn’t hear anything besides his heavy breathing, your moans and the constant skin-against-skin sounds. He pulled out and bent down to kiss you again.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed without a thought.

He slapped your ass and you screamed as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t hear him or see what he was doing so the expectation only added to your arousal. Then you felt his palm again on your skin and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Again, p-please,” you said.

He chuckled and obliged. Your ass had three red marks with his hand shape and he felt proud of it. He used his fingers on you again as he kissed your spine up until he finally reached your head and whispered in your ear.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked. His deep voice made you feel like you were dreaming.

You nodded with desperate energy. You just wanted his dick inside you again, stretching you so good it almost hurted. And as he could read your mind, he kneeled behind you and used his hands to elevate your hips and thrust again into you. Seeing your ass hit against his pelvis was a glorious sight, he could feel himself on the edge of an orgasm just with it. But he couldn't do that to you. He took a fistful of your hair and pulled back so you couldn't muffle your moans with his cover anymore.

Beni fuck, holy sun and derivatives were the only things you could say between your moans and screams of pleasure. He slapped your ass again with all his strength when his thrusts became sloppy. Sweat dripped from his face to your back and tears of pleasure threatened to fall from your eyes if he kept that monstrous rhythm while ramming into you.

"This is what you wanted, right? Why don't you cum so I can see how bad you wanted this?" he said and slapped you again.

You moaned his name and your arms gave up to your weight and the strength of Benimaru's thrusts. He used a hand to touch your clit and rub it. That was your limit. Your climax hit you and you couldn't even keep your hips up, you collapsed on the bed as the man behind you observed as you struggled to catch your breath. He pumped his dick a few times before he started grinding against your ass and sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder, holding his weight with his hands on both sides of your head.

You felt cornered, trapped under his body and his dick still grinding between your ass cheeks, but you wanted more. So you asked for it.

"Such a good subordinate," he said as he made you roll on your back again.

He took your legs and threw them over his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your pussy to thrust again. He spit over his dick and your clit before starting to move, massaging over your sensitive organ to make you clench on him as he moved forward.

"Fuck," he hissed. He was balls deep inside you again but he didn't move this time.

You whined at the feeling of his cock stretching you again. It almost hurted, to feel him fill you like that and not move an inch.

He was biting his lower lip. You tried to move and he held your hips to make you stop.

"What's the rush?" he whispered and you were on the verge of tears again.

He knew what was the rush. He felt it too, your walls clenching on his dick, your legs trembling on his shoulders with the denial of pleasure.

He sighed. He couldn't keep his façade much longer, his balls ached for release. So he moved again, back and forward, hitting your cervix each time. You screamed and cried, it was too much. First nothing and then too much at once. You had your second and faster orgasm of your life. Benimaru lost it too, finally giving his body release, filling you up with his cum. He stood still again, feeling your pussy frantically clamping on his dick as your climax went down and your legs shaked still over his broad shoulders.

When you could breathe normally again he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt and his dick to the bed.

You observed as he walked outside naked and came back with towels. You sat on the bed as you could, your legs were still shaking. Benimaru helped you to get up and cleaned you before taking off the covers and sheet of his bed.

"You shouldn't walk around naked, what if someone sees you?" you said. What if someone heard us, you thought.

"My room is the only one occupied on this wing, no one's around," he answered. "You can still stay here tonight."

"Here in the seventh or…?"

He didn't answer but he threw you one of his giant shirts before putting on some underwear and walking out again to get clean sheets. You walked out to the bathroom next to his room to wash your face and body. You would have marks in a few hours on a lot of places. You took your bag that was forgotten in the hallway and rushed inside his room again, you were still ashamed that someone saw you.

Benimaru was already sprawled on his bed, semi-naked and with one arm stretched to his side. You took that as an invitation to use it as a pillow as you laid by his side and tiredness finally took over your body.

When you woke up, Beni was gone. You assumed he was already working. You got dressed and you were ready to leave (again). When you walked outside, hoping no one was around, you were met by a soft oh that scared you.

"Konro-san, good morning!" you nervously smiled.

"Good morning. Did you enjoy your stay?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but you decided it was the latter. He didn't look the type to laugh at a nervous woman.

"I did, thank you. Your map was really helpful," you tried to joke now. "I have to go now, sadly. My vacations will be over soon."

"Come to see us whenever you like, I'm sure Waka will be pleased," he smiled.

"Thanks, again. See you next time," you said and walked away after slightly bowing to him.

[skittleghosts]

Hi! For the soulmates AU, can I request First Words AU with Sanji? I'll leave the headcanons/drabble part up to you! I just love the First Words Soulmate AU so much hehe

P.S I just discovered your blog and Im very happy about it!!

I love first words AU! They are so cute to read, I’ll try my best to make it worth your time hun.

Oh I’m glad you enjoyed my blog that is so sweet of you🥺♡︎♥︎.

TW: none

WC: 983

SFW

Sanji x reader

Going to the bathhouse today was suppose to be a fun and relaxing time with your girlfriends, just a time spent away from the stress of work and life in general.

Dipping your feet slowly into the warm tub you sigh in contentment. One of the workers at the place came towards you to help you with scrubbing your back. “Nothing can ruin this day.” Everyone hummed at what you said, then proceeding to melt into the tub.

After the kind man is done scrubbing your back you slowing get into the bath, removing your towel and dropping it somewhere near you so it’s can be reachable when you get out.

You can feel the lustful eyes of men drilling at your back when you casually head towards one of your friends, not even glancing at them as they are not of your concern.

It didn’t matter to you girls that this is a mix house-bath. Since the all girls house-bath is locked down due technical problems, it didn’t stop you from enjoying a relaxing bath at the mix house. Being naked in front of men didn’t embarrass you or made you feel shameful, it is your body after all and being naked did not mean seeking sensual pleasures.

Laying your head back against the wall, you close your eyes, letting out a deep breath from the depth of your lungs getting out all the burden that’s been weighing on you for the past months.

However that delightful moment is cut short to the sudden-

“Ladies!!” You hear a man shriek. Peeking one of your eyes open, you see an unhinged blonde man just running around the bathhouse with his nose bleeding extensively. “Pfft,” You scoff at the pathetic man and just shut your eye fully.

“Seems like a virgin has entered.” One of your friends say causing the others to laugh at the man and you chuckle along side with them.

Getting involved in whatever that creep is doing is non of your business. However that also didn’t last long. Hearing slippery footsteps rushing toward you, you open your eyes a second too late before a big splash! Is heard.

You let out a cold gasp when you felt your whole head get soaking wet. ‘This did not just happen.’ Your mind rushes with angery thoughts that are about to unleash themselves before the blonde creep. Pushing your hair back, you glare at him. Your eyes pierce through him with fiery daggers for causing this mess.

Standing up from your place, you move your way towards him. Pointing your finger at blondie, you snap at him. “Today was a damn good hair day and you just had to ruin it.” You sneered, poking your sharp fingers against this chest, threatening to leave a scar behind.

Having heard semi of what you said, Sanji drools at the sight of your stunning body. “Your body is truly a sculpture made by the hands of gods.” Sanji breathes out.

Locking eyes with each other it clicks to the both of you at once.

That’s your soulmate first words.

Looking at him up and down, you jut your hips to the side, putting your hand on them. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You say clicking your tongue. Still pretty pissed at him.

Growing up you never listened to your old hag of a mother but one thing she always said that you kept repeating like a prayer is I never raised an easy woman. You truly believed that in your heart.

But curse the fates because standing right before you is the man shaking your prayer into shivers up your spine.

Feeling eyes of everyone at the bath-house burning holes into the both of you, your face flared in embarrassment for the first time since the last time was your mum screaming you’re gaining weight at a family gathering and that was when you were 8 for god’s sake.

Grabbing your towel in a hurried mess, you wrap it around yourself. "Girls, I'll head out for a moment." They replied with concern, having not seen you act this way before. "Wait!"

'Dear crap please don't follow me out.' You think to yourself as you race out.

Ever sine your mate's first words appeared on your thighs, you thought for sure that it's gonna a romantic and intimate moment between the both you since his words is nothing but charming.

'However nothing about this situation is charming!"

Having his towel wrapped around his waist. Sanji abruptly comes to stand in front of you. "Please wait," He breathes out. "I did not mean to offend a lovely woman such as yourself. I sincerely apologize for my rude behavior... Can we please start over...?"

'Is this man even trying to look sorry or trying to get a peek of my chest.'

Lets just say that Sanji is really digging his grave. "Hey!" You call out. "Eyes up here pretty boy." You say sternly. "Yes, ma'am!" Sanji stands up straight raising his head up high, trying his best not to ruin his chance with his soulmate by keeping his eyes locked on the sky.

Watching him stand so stiffly almost made you laugh out loud but you smoothed your face into a look of annoyance and said, "I wonder if there is even one decent man around here anymore." You sigh dramatically, crossing your arms while looking around.

A panicked look streaked Sanji's face at your comment, thinking that you might slip away when he just found you. "I promise you will not regret your interest with me!" He declares confidently puffing his chest out to show his commitment in claiming you as his.

oh

You will have fun with this one.

"I suppose it won't be so bad..." You say with fake disinterest, resisting the wicked smirk that's trying break through. "To give you a taste of me."