#( i actually found myself actually kinda dumbfounded at how kind n caring he is to will??? )

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( forever crying about how much jonathan loves his little brother so much 😭😭😭 <3 )

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 27

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,9k

18+, minors do not interact

Giyuu stood dumbfounded next to the lab door. Just a second ago your figure disappeared in the dark corridor, following the aggressive professor. What was that even? 

Truth be told, Giyuu kinda spotted your reaction, the way you looked at him when he proposed dinner, it was all that he needed to know you’re not interested. He would probably ask why, just to ease his curiosity. It’s not like he was in love or anything, heck, he didn’t even have a crush on you, you were just so nice to talk to that he thought he could try and push it further. That’s why he wasn’t feeling down about your answer, you could have a lot of reasons as to why decline. Maybe you were seeing someone, maybe you simply weren’t interested in him, maybe you were focused on your career, maybe something else. 

Normally Giyuu would brush something like that off and go on with his life. This time he found himself tracing after your rushed steps, down the corridor and up the stairs towards Shinazugawa’s office. He knew damn well why he was doing this… he was simply scared for you. The two of you knew each other briefly but you were a woman, smaller than him and Shinazugawa, younger and lower ranked in the university hierarchy. All of these could be used in a very wrong way and Giyuu didn’t trust Shinazugawa even the slightest bit. The man just wanted to make sure you were really studying and not… he didn’t know, he just had a bad gut feeling. 

He dragged his feet unsure of what he should say. Should he just knock and enter? No way Shinazugawa would just let him in, he could have even locked the door. But he shouldn’t, it’s very inappropriate to lock yourself with a student inside the office, alone, no matter the reason. Yet, Shinazugawa didn’t care about university etiquette so much, he could just simply terrorise you by not letting you out as long as you do some stupid equation correctly. 

Maybe he should just listen outside for a while? The doors are soundproof, he forgot. You two would really have to shout or throw things at each other for it to be hearable. 

So how could he get in? Ah, nevermind, he’ll just open the door, look inside and leave. He won’t give a damn about explaining himself. If the doors are locked, then he’ll ask the security to open them and produce a bit of trouble for Shinazugawa, which he’d very much enjoy. 

His hand grabbed the doorknob, clicked it and pushed. The scene that unfolded before him made his hand loose, the door falling into the wall with a loud slam. You and Shinazugawa froze, still in the same position but looking at Giyuu like two antelopes upon seeing a lion. Sanemi’s expression quickly emerged into anger, he just knew something will go down with this fucking guy. On the other hand you started to panic slightly, quickly squirming out of Sanemi’s grasp and gripping your bag, ready to run for your life. 

‘’Wait.’’ The white haired man spoke to you in a soft tone, placing a hand on your shoulder, still looking Tomioka in the eye. ‘’Now we have to talk this through.’’ 

‘’What is there to talk through?’’ Giyuu whispered, hardly processing what he just saw.

‘’Actuall a lot.’’ Sanemi crossed hands on his chest. ‘’Y/N can you…’’

‘’Shut up.’’ You cursed. ‘’Shut it both of you.’’ 

None of them expected such a response from you. They both glued their eyes to your form, lost. 

‘’You both acted out of your mind today, I had enough.’’ You started to put on your coat, ready to leave. ‘’First, you Sanemi, you acted like a stupid brat. Couldn’t you just bite your tongue? I can take care of myself, really. Sorry you were so jealous, I don’t care, you did stupid, this is all your fault!’’ You looked him in the eye, tears welling up, ready to burst out of anger. ‘’And you Tomioka? You did the same thing, too nosy to just let go and believe that I can do anything on my own.’’ You pointed your finger at him, gritting your teeth not to cry. ‘’If you need to know then everything that happened here was conscientious, on both sides. Now I don’t know what the fuck to do. I… we didn’t do anything wrong but I believe you don’t give a damn about it. Thank you both very much for being such idiots, I bet I won’t be a student here anymore tomorrow.’’ You pushed past the black haired man and stormed out of the room, too emotional to continue. 

Sanemi and Giyuu watched the door that slowly closed after you. Soon they looked at each other but none of them knew what to say.

‘’You’ll gonna report it, won’t you?’’ Sanemi started. Even though he didn’t want to show too many emotions in front of his ‘enemy’ he couldn’t help his head sunking and eyes blank.

‘’Mhm.’’ Giyuu responded but he sounded quieter and less convinced than he wanted.

‘’I’ll go with you. You’re version of this situation won’t be the only one.’’ Sanemi spat angrily.

‘’You know it will cost your career or hers?’’ Giyuu whispered. 

‘’... I guess.’’

-

You thought you’d cry your eyes out. Everything was blurry because of the huge tears running down your cheeks. You knew everything was too beautiful, too perfect to be true. Now it all crashed. There was no chance Shinazugawa would let go of his position. You were just yet another girl, it came out shitty, not you have to pay. Silently you just wanted to hate him, right now and here but you couldn’t. Images of everything that he did for you flashed before your eyes. Everything that he said, how he opened up, the small details that you observed and he had no clue you knew. All his scars, the visible and hidden ones. Could you blame him? The guy literally had a life full of traumas, only now gaining something that he worked for hundred percent and he should lose everything because he kissed a girl? A stupid, idiotic, rude and lazy girl who couldn’t acknowledge she was making him feel like shit with her little experiments and that she brought the situation upon herself? You would hate yourself for the rest of your life if you took everything from him just because you’re dumb. 

You just couldn’t stop trembling. Both of you were right and wrong. It was only a matter of time to learn which one of you will drown.

Picking a number you rang to the only person you could think about now. Zenitsu. 

‘’Hello?’’ He answered, some other voices present in the back. 

‘’Zen…’’ You really wanted to say something but your throat was trying to suffocate you. 

‘’Oh my got Y/N what’s happening?’’  He got alarmed by the sound of your voice, the noises in the background quieter, he must have left the room. ‘’Where are you?’’

‘’At the uni, I… I re-really need help.’’ You muttered into the phone.

‘’Give me ten minutes and I’m at the main gate. Please don’t hung up, are you alone?’’ 

‘’Ye-yes but that’s n-not the problem.’’

Soon his car showed up and you got in as quickly as possible. Someone was at the back seat, you recognised Aoi and Kanao.

‘’What’s happening Y/N?’’ Aoi grabbed the back of your seat and moved herself closer. ‘’Did someone hurt you?’’

You shook your head and clasped your face with your palms.

‘’I’m done at the uni, I’m gonna get reported.’’ Finally, after a few minutes of sitting in the dark car you were able to speak to them.

‘’What for, what happened?’’ Aoi was hung up on the situation.

‘’It’s about him.’’ You muttered. 

Zenitsu picked up on the matter. He wrapped his hands around you and let you cry into his shoulder. 

‘’I’m so sorry Y/N.’’ He whispered, patting you back and rubbing your cheek with his. 

‘’Whose him? Can someone tell me what happened?!’’ Aoi was so scared she reacted with anger. 

‘’Me and professor Shinazugawa have an affair and we just got caught by someone who’ll gladly make his life worse.’’ Finally, you dropped the bomb on them.��

Aoi’s back hit the car seat with a thud, she had to think through what you just said. So that’s why you didn’t want to tell them who was your lover that day. 

‘’I don’t even know for sure what can happen if a professor and a student have an affair, I’m… I’m just scared.’’ 

‘’Don’t worry.’’ You heard a soft, quiet voice from the back. 

Kanao’s hand was trying to find your head to pat you, instead she poked your wet eye.

‘’I’m sorry, I don’t see here.’’ When she finally put her palm on your messy hair, she started to rub slightly in a soothing manner. ‘’Don’t worry, it happens more often than you think.’’

Your head rose to look at her. What did she mean?

Suddenly your phone started to ring. Panicking you nearly dropped it. Looking at the screen you spotted it was Sanemi, your stomach turning around. 

‘’Pick up, it must be important. I’m sorry Y/N but you can’t hide now, but remember we’re all here.’’ Aoi gripped your shoulders. 

Nodding your head you cleared your throat and slid your finger on the phone. Instantly you hit the loud speaker for everyone to hear.

‘’Y/N I’m going to the university authorities right now. I need to get this thing straight and I… I don’t fucking know what will happen. It’s my fault and if anything is going to happen I’ll take the blame. Don’t worry about the uni, nothing will happen to you I promise. I’m just calling to ask if you’re still here and if you are can you stay in the building. I don’t know if they’ll want to talk to you, but I guess they will.’’ 

He threw the words in a hurry. What the fuck is he about to do? Take the blame? Losing his career? Is he stupid?

‘’I’m here and I’m gonna be there in a second. You did enough stupid things for the day so please just shut up and let me handle it, for once, shut your stupid fucking mouth.’’ 

New force to fight filled your entire body. It was a mix of safety and determination. You didn’t know what Kanao meant by saying situations like this happen often but you believed she can explain while walking. You couldn’t let Sanemi lose everything because of you and you also didn’t have time to explain to him that in fact, it’s not his fault entirely and that you’re the one that acted shitty. The only thing you could do now is take the matter in your own hands.

‘’I need to talk to them.’’ Sanemi pried.

‘’Yes, but I’ll talk first. Wait for me.’’

You hung up not letting him push back your arguments. The rest looked at you as if your head turned a different colour. They were amused by how quickly you gathered yourself and they could hardly imagine how you spoke like that to THIS professor Shianzugawa.

‘’Please come with me, I only look so confident.’’ You begged, no one had any objections.

Leaving all unnecessary things and fixing yourself quickly you all left the car. 

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-author's note: oh man this is actually the first thing i've written that wasn't requested, since like i posted the kirishima dating headcanons, but i thought i would post something that isn't a request for a change to get myself out of that weird funk i've been in for a while, so i hope you enjoy them guys! (also i rlly can't believe i've never gotten around to do headcanons for todoroki)

@amaamajiki thank you for listening to my annoying rambling about my writing (and also for telling me to be a bit self indulgent, it truly helped!!!) (also you are wonderful, just wanted to get that out there)

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☆.｡.:* getting together .｡.:*☆

• oh boy

• we all are very well aware of the fact that shouto is one dense baby boy. like super dense. so dense in fact, that it took him literal m o n t h s to figure out that you had been flirting with him this whole time.

• you see, he liked you, a lot. even if he wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling. and i mean who could blame him, he didn't exactly have a good (or healthy) example of how relationships or the whole courting process works. so he was kinda a bit baffled?¿ like why was his heart beating so rapidly whenever you were near him??

• super confused. it literally took, ochaco, tenya and izuku to tell him that what he was feeling, was in fact, love. or a crush at the least. this confused him even more, because what was he supposed to do now? he wasn't really good with words, so telling you at this point in time wasn't an option. so he opted to wait and see how this whole "having feelings" thing would develope.

• what he didn't know tho, was that ochaco actually went and told you about how todoroki feels about you. which made you absolutely ecstatic. but honestly you didn't want to full on confront him about it either, because you knew about his hardships and didn't want to like overburden him. instead you decided to go about this lowkey and letting him make to first move, as to not make him uncomfortable

• aka, you started subtly flirting with him, making him lunch, inviting him to study with you, etc. all with the hope of him picking up on your hints, and ask you out.

• which didn't happen....at least not for a while. you would try everything in the realm of possibility, while still wanting to make sure not to make him uncomfortable. but honestly it was getting a bit...frustrating. he wasn't picking up any of your hints, like at all.

• it even went so far that your classmates would make very obvious comments, while the two of you were conversing, and every single time they would fly straight over his head. which in turn would make you even more frustrated.

• all of this reached a tipping point, when the two of you were walking back from grabbing lunch, which you even paid for, and were talking about a training exercise you did earlier that day. you were complimenting his quirk, and his battle finess, and also making very obvious statements about how good he looked while fighting bakugou.

• and yet, he still didn't get it. and at that, you kind of started crying? your frustration getting the better of you. and poor shouto was bamboozled as hell, looking like a puppy caught in the rain. he didn't know what the hell was going on.

• until you basically told him how much you liked him, and that you thought he liked you too, because uraraka said so and that everything you did the past few months were dropping hints in hopes of him picking up on them.

• literal lightbulbs lit up in his head, as he gently took a hold of your hands, and apologized in that sweet, monotone voice of his. this time you were dumbfounded, not at all expecting such a bold move from him.

• but you ended up talking it out that day, and well the rest is history

☆.｡.:* finally dating .｡.:*☆

• a sweet, sweet boy, trying his absolute best.

• like i said earlier, he didn't have a good example of how a functional relationship is supposed to look like. so in the beginning he will be quite hesitant to initiate physical contact, or well, anything really.

• he really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and to be honest, he also wasn't really sure what was appropriate and what not. so it will be up to you to show him.

• i don't think he will ever be the biggest fan of pda, at least not the 'making out in front of a bunch of people' kind of pda. he prefers a more subtle form of public affection. like hand holding, cheek kisses, and the like.

• shouto is also a very perceptive person, and while he can be quite dense at times, he somehow always finds the right words for any situation. if you were feeling insecure, he will tell you in the most sincere way possible that there is absolutely no need to doubt yourself, because you have your own unique strenghts and qualities. feeling sad? he will offer you his shoulder to cry on, and his ears to listen to your worries and concerns.

• also loves buying you expensive things (of course, with his father's money). you see a nice dress in shop window? he will drag you into the store and make you try it on, and then get it for you. also shares all of his accounts with you, like netflix and what other services endeavor pays for.

• he also pays for most of your dates, even if you tell him he rlly does not have to. and he mostly just does it to piss off his father. so, it really isn't a rarety that you two would dine at luxurious restaurants every once in a while.

• speaking of dates; mostly you two wouldn't go out a lot. you prefered to stay indoors and just bask in each other's company. often you would sit on the couch and just read a book, either together or each of you reading your own. it actually became one of your favourite activities.

• his siblings, absolutely adore you. fuyumi and natsuo are overjoyed every time shouto announces that you will be staying for dinner, or generally coming over to their house. they are incredibly grateful that their baby brother found a lovely partner that accepts him just as he is, and shows him the love and support he was devoided of as a child.

☆.｡.:* kisses .｡.:*☆

• he is such a gentle lover, and the same can be said about his kisses aswell. there rarely is a time when he uses force, except when he is jealous or extremely emotional.

• shouto is also a touchy kisser, he wasn't at first, too scared of overstepping boundaries, but after a while he starting getting bolder. usually one hand would hold your waist, or situate itself on yor lower back, and the other would either wind itself in your hair (if he is feeling particularly needy) or tenderly hold your jaw.

• needless to say, every kiss you share with this boy is incredibly special and meaningful. since he isn't the best with words, he is extra careful to show his feelings through his actions, and what better way is there than to make you absolutely breathless every time you kissed?

• your first kiss; was unexpected? in all honesty it was actually an accident, it was that cliché move of you wanting to kiss his cheek, and him turning his head a bit too early and in turn, pressing his lips to yours. you both were quite embarrassed at first, until you got your bearings back and eventually leaned in for a proper kiss this time

• (natsuo loves teasing him whenever he catches you two being all lovely dovey and sharing sweet kisses on his living room couch, much to shouto's embarrassment)

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The Morning After

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Reader

Word count: 2970

Requested: by anon from this prompt list (requests now closed)-

D32 “don’t apologise for your morning wood”

D44 “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

Trigger Warnings: strong language, alcohol, casual sex (kinda)

A/N: This is the longest reader insert smut I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to @5sosnsfw and @h0tsos for helping me make this one of my favourite things I’ve written.

It felt as though someone was trying to stick sharp pins through your eyes into your brain. That was definitely the last time you planned to try and wake up for the rest of the day. Hangovers fucking suck. Thank god for your soft mattress, comfy pillows and warm duvet. They were going to be the only things you needed until your inevitable need for food and water forced you of bed later.

Sleep had almost taken you again when a small groan from behind you pulled you back into consciousness with a start. Despite the pain in your head, your eyes snapped open as you turned to face the person next to you.

You felt your heart rate double as your bleary eyes land on Michael Clifford. 

No, no, no...

This was exactly the opposite of what you’d wanted to happen. You’d been trying to work out how to make your move on Michael for weeks. You’d been carefully planning outfits, finessing your flirting techniques and even sneakily finding out his interests from your mutual friend, Calum. All of that effort had gone to waste now that your drunken self had apparently jumped his bones.

You couldn’t have been more angry at yourself if you’d tried. Michael was a beautiful, sweet, funny person and you’d wanted to do the whole ‘dating thing’ with him. At the very least, you’d have liked to remember the one night you’d spent with him, if that’s all that was destined to happen.

Michael groaned again as he curled his legs up closer to his chest and slung his pale, tattooed arm over his eyes. You watched him absently as you tried to think back to the previous evening.

You remembered dancing in the living room with Calum to some some old cheesy pop music, before Ashton had brought over a tray of tequila shots. Things had gotten a lot fuzzier after that. 

Whilst you tried to search your brain for any snippets of information from last night, you’d suddenly gained the presence of mind to check if you were wearing any clothes at all.

You’d cautiously lifted the duvet and sighed with relief to find that you were still wearing the old ‘Green Day’ T-shirt you’d donned for the party as well as your underwear. A quick glance over the floor next to the bed, revealed your skinny jeans and boots had been discarded there, seemingly in quite a hurry.

Before any more memories came back to you, a phone vibrated on the bedside table. You could tell by the rhythm beating out against the polished wood that it wasn’t your own. 

Michael rolled over onto his back, his eyes still closed as he blindly reached towards the sound of his phone. As his fingers closed around the mobile he fired one pretty green eye open to reject the call before slumping back into the pillows.

An involuntary moan escaped you as you ran your eyes over the man laid out beside you. His golden hair was tousled, sticking out in every direction as though someone had definitely been tugging at it during in a make-out session or something. It also would have been very hard to miss the bruises littering his pale neck. The purple marks trailed down from just beneath his jawline to the base of his neck. They definitely looked like your handiwork and if you weren’t so pissed off at yourself you’d probably have been pretty proud of yourself.

As you continue to examine Michael, it didn’t escape your notice that he was (at the very least) topless. His pale chest, littered with just the right amount of hair in your opinion, disappears beneath the duvet just below his nipples.

As much as all of those visuals and the insinuations behind them made your heart race, the thing that really had your hungover brain in a whirl was the way that the covers were tenting around Michael’s crotch.

If your mouth hadn’t been drier than the Sahara Desert, you were pretty sure you’d be drooling everywhere. There’s nothing you’d wanted more in that moment, than to lift the covers, even though it would have been entirely inappropriate to do that, of course. It doesn’t stop you from staring at the bulging covers for a little longer, though.

“Oh fuck!” 

Michael’s groggy voice broke through your daze as he hastily sat up and tried to cover the sizeable bump in the duvet with his hands. “I’m sorry...” He groaned, his voice dripping with embarrassment. “Shit!”

The shame in Michael’s tone finally dragged your attention away from his crotch and back to his face. His soft cheeks were turning crimson above the light stubble covering the lower half of his face. His startled green eyes stared back at you like those of a cornered wild animal. He was clearly mortified by his body’s unconscious reaction and you found it completely adorable.

“You don’t have to apologise for your morning wood.” You smirked, your tone sounding much dopier than you’d intended. Maybe that was a good thing though? Perhaps he’d think you were still drunk.

Michael didn’t seem to have the ability to formulate words. He was clearly a little worse-for-ware, having probably consumed as much alcohol the night before as you had.

Whilst you waited for the power of speech to return to him, you revelled in the blush that was continuing to spread over Michael’s cheeks. You were obviously still disappointed that your first sexual contact with your biggest crush was lost in the hazes of your hungover brain. There wasn’t anything you could do about that now, though. It’d definitely make you feel a little bit better about your ruined plans, though, if you could make something happen now, something you could actually remember.

“It’s just that...” Michael stuttered, bringing your attention back to the present moment. “We made-out a lot last night and it was... Well it was really hot but we were drunk so I guess we kinda passed out before we could...”

Relief flooded through you at Michael’s words. You could live with forgetting some drunken kissing but at least you’d definitely remember the first time you saw him naked, if things went your way this morning.

“So I left you wanting more, huh?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and hoping you sound as seductive as you meant to. Your hand twitched towards Michael’s which were still covering his hard dick. “I’m sorry I was such a tease.”

“Oh no!” Michael insisted, shaking his head. “I wasn’t like - I don’t mean that I have those kind of expectations of you I just...”

You giggled, gently brushing the back of his hand with the tips of your fingers. “I know what you meant, Michael.” You confirmed gently. “The only thing I regret is that I was too drunk to take care of you properly.”

Michael’s mouth opened and closed a few times soundlessly, like he was trying to formulate words but failing dramatically. It’d be amusing if you weren’t so eager to kiss that startled expression from his beautiful face.

“You mean last night wasn’t just because you were drunk?” He asked, sounding absolutely flabbergasted at the possibility that you might actually ‘like’ him.

You shake your head, biting your bottom lip between your teeth as you gently wrap your fingers around one of his wrists, slowly urging him to move his hand away from his crotch. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for a long time, Mike.” You confessed as your eyes drifted down towards the tenting duvet again. “I’ve just been waiting for the right time. I obviously just couldn’t help myself last night, though, drunk me has far less restraint than sober me. Sorry about that.” 

“Don’t be sorry!” Michael insisted, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I’m way too much of a wuss, though. Drunk you helped a lot by making the move for me.”

Even though you were listening to what Michael had to say, you couldn’t stop yourself from removing the duvet from his lap. The soft cotton fabric of Michael’s plain black boxers was straining to keep his hard cock contained. 

You hummed appreciatively at the apparent size of Michael’s dick, subconsciously licking your lips in anticipation of actually tasting it. “Yeah?” You asked, momentarily lifting your gaze to meet his eyes again. “Would you like me to make the first move now, too?”

There was a spark of lust in Michael’s pretty eyes as he nodded. He still looks kind of dumbfounded and you can’t help but assume that he doesn’t find himself in these sorts of situations very often. “Only if you want to, though.”

That’d been all the invitation you needed. Smirking cheekily you slowly leaned into kiss him, ensuring that you committed every single second to memory. 

A soft moan escaped Michael when your lips met his and you swallowed it hungrily. Kissing Michael felt about a thousand times more magical than you’d expected it to. So what if his lips were a little chapped from dehydration? Who cared if he tasted like stale beer? None of those things mattered at all when his hands were cradling your face and his tongue was working in a perfect rhythm against your own.

Despite your impatience to move things along, you wanted to relax michael a bit before you ‘pounced’, you smiled reassuringly as you pulled away for air, resting your forehead against his. “I’m kinda sad I can’t remember exactly what happened between us.” You explained, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. “Can you give me all the details?”

“Well, you were dancing with Calum.” Michael replied, his voice quiet and a little scratchy. “I know you two are pretty close friends but I ummm…”

The blush in the blonde man’s cheeks deepened a little and the realisation of what he was trying to tell you suddenly hit you. “You were jealous?” You smirked, thoroughly delighted with the revelation.

Michael nodded bashfully. You pulled back a little to look at him properly. His expression betrayed just how ashamed he was at admitting he was jealous. “I’m sorry, I know I had no right to be.”

“So what did you do to try and tempt me away from Calum?” You asked, unable to stop a proud smirk from curling one corner of your lips. “Did you try and fight him for my attention?”

A tiny laugh escaped the blonde man as he shook his head. “Luke got sick of me complaining so he dragged me over to you and asked if you’d dance with me.”

Michael was obviously embarrassed by the story and so you encouraged him with another kiss. You also dropped one of your hands to rest on his upper thigh, intent upon keeping him hard until you were ready to take things up a notch.

“Then what, babe?” You asked, hoping that the pet name helps Michael to realise just how much you want him. A flicker of something like lust flickers across his handsome face. “Did we dance?”

Michael nodded, swallowing hard as your hand crept higher up his thigh. You’re sort of captivated by the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. It’s hard for you to refrain from swooping in and kissing the spot where it’d settled. “For a little while.” He finally replied. “Then we kissed and we came in here to make-out.”

You hummed in response, trying to encourage him to keep talking as you gave into the urge to kiss his neck. 

“You were so fucking hot...” Michael recalled, his voice becoming husky as his arousal grew. 

“Tell me everything, Mikey.” You mumbled into his skin. You nipped and sucked at all of the marks you’d left there the night before as you slid your hand over his boxers, palming at him through the material. “What happened next?”

The blonde’s breath hitched in his throat at the much needed friction. “You took off my jeans.” He gasped, gripping your hair needily. “Then you pushed me down on the bed before you took of your own.”

“I wish we’d have been sober enough to fuck.” You moaned, moving your kisses back towards Michael’s lips. “I’ve wanted it for so long, babe.”

A broken whine escaped Michael as he bucked his hips, desperately seeking more friction. He obviously really liked his new pet name and you planned to use that to your advantage. “Me too.” He admitted, his voice gaspy now. “Fuck... I want you.” He stuttered.

You smirked teasingly as you grip Michael tighter. “Then take these off, babe...” you instructed before pressing another desperate kiss to his lips.

As soon as you’d pulled apart, Michael scrabbled out of his boxers. His face is flushed but you couldn’t appreciate it’s beauty for too long. Your anticipation to see Michael’s fully naked body was too strong. Your eyes roamed lower over his pale chest and soft tummy until they landed on his painfully hard dick. It’s bigger than you’d expected and it tore a surprised moan from you. “Holy shit..” 

Your reaction seemed to make Michael self conscious, as he reached to try and cover himself again. 

“Why’re you trying to hide it from me?” You asked, your voice becoming gravelly with your growing lust. “Don’t you want me to touch it?”

Michael hesitantly dropped his hands to his side and whispered “I really do. What about you, though?” He asked, his tone apprehensive and shy.

“Do you wanna touch me, babe?” You enquired. When he nodded you took one of his hands and guided it beneath your t-shirt. “You can touch me wherever you want to, Mikey.”

Michael moaned as he explored your body with his hands, trancing over your torso, back and hips as you captured his lips in another desperate kiss. As your lips moved together seamlessly, you reached down to stroke Michael’s cock, loving the way he moaned into the kiss and dug his fingertips into your skin.

You’d always kind of imagined that you’d be the one taking the lead when if you and Michael ever hooked up. It’d always been pretty clear to you that your crush is the shy type. All of his bashful smiles and the way his cheeks flushed every time you caught him looking at you when he thought you wouldn’t see him. They were all tell-tale signs that he’d need you to make the first move. What you didn’t anticipate, though, was how much you’d enjoy this power dynamic.

When you pulled away from the kiss for air, you took the opportunity to shuffle out of your remaining clothes, slinging them onto the floor to join Michael’s boxers.

You could barely contain the pleasure it brought to you when you returned your gaze to Michael. His beautiful green eyes were roaming over your body so hungrily that you were surprised his mouth wasn’t on you already. “Do you want me, Michael?” You asked, an element of your smugness seeming into your voice. 

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.” He groaned in response, pulling you closer until your lips met again.

It was all much more desperate and lust-filled this time. The two of you were gasping into each other’s mouths as you pressed your chest against his.

Michael seemed to gain a little more courage as his hands slipped lower to grip at your arse.

As much as you loved his new found bravery, you loved being in control a little more. You pushed him back down onto the mattress, making a show of eyeing every inch of him before laying down next him.

He turned onto his side and pulled you in for another lustful kiss as you slid your hand between your writhing bodies to stroke Michael again. “Holy fuck...” he murmured into your mouth as he bucked his hips, clumsily fucking your fist.

“You like that, babe?” You whispered teasingly. “Wait ‘til I get my mouth on you later.”

Michael groaned longingly. “I can’t wait... I wanna taste you too.” He promises as he hesitantly slips a hand between your legs stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

You open your legs a little wider and guide Michael’s hand up to where you really need it most. He moaned even louder than you did at the feeling of touching you so intimately.

Your hand subconsciously picked up pace, stroking Michael harder and faster as you kiss him lustfully. 

Throaty moans fill the room as you both pushed each other closer to your orgasms.

Michael’s rosy blush started to spread down his neck and chest and you knew he was getting close. He buried his face in your shoulder as he gasped into your skin, cursing softly.

“Are you gonna cum for me, babe?” You asked, your voice broken and gravelly. Your own orgasm is building with surprising intensity but you want to see Michael reach his high first.

Michael didn’t even get chance to answer verbally before he came apart for you. The sounds he made were so beautiful and the way he tensed against you, unintentionally pulling you closer to him helped you follow along just seconds afterwards.

You lay together for a few long moments afterwards, your bodies pressed together and your legs intertwined as your breathing and your heart rates slowly returned to normal.

In your groggy, post-orgasm state, you held Michael close, still trying to commit every last sound and feeling to memory. Faintly, you found your self hoping that the memories last night’s antics would return to you. It didn’t matter quite so much to you anymore, though, because this morning meant so much more than a few drunken kisses. You could only hope that there were many more just like it in the future.

Masterlist

[notnaturalanahi]

What you need to now about ciclyng accidents with pedestrians

This could be a series, who knows...

Characters: Dean, Fem!Reader  Wc: 1200-ish

Warnings: Language, blood (because of the accident), mentions of delinquency and idk what else.

A/N: I happened to come across this post  from @dailyau and this “drabble” sprouted from my brain. It could easily become a series but i’m not sure if anyone is intretested in that. 

  One foot on the empty side street Dean couldn't help to sniff the pie in his hands again. It smelled delicious, he could not wait to get home and eat it.

“FUUUUCK!” someone shouted.

“What th-” He looked up, it was too late.

Closing his eyes he held his ground, it was the first and only reaction. Walking back to take shelter behind the parked car, or just keep walking towards the sidewalk on the other side of the street never even crossed his mind.

The collision wasn’t as bad he expected. It didn’t hurt that much actually, there would be some bruising of course and soreness on his side, right where the handlebar got him, but that was just it. Immediately he opened his eyes, the pie on his hand was intact.

Thank God!!

A racket of metal against the ground and a trail of curses finally made him turn around. The bicycle laid on the ground, the back wheel still spinning in the air, the chain had fallen off its gear and a few feet further down the street, the cute little wicker basket torn apart because of the impact.

“Oh god! I’m sorry!! I’m so sorry!!” The driver of the bicycle apologized over and over as they attempted to get up

Quickly, Dean left his pie on the hood of the car, that was parked by the sidewalk just around the corner of his favorite pastry store, and went in aid of this reckless driver that was trapped under the weight their own vehicle.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked, lifting the not that heavy bicycle, placing it by the side of the car, careful not to scratch the paintwork. He didn’t want some angry owner to come at him later because of it.

“Are you?” they asked back in a bitchy tone, from under a loose purple, Atom Ant kinda helmet. “Oh my god you came out of nowhere! Weren’t you told to look both ways before you cross the street?!”

“No! I mean, yes. Sorry I didn’t look, I-” Dean started arguing back rolling his eyes. He finally  noticed it was a girl when she sat up and a hand, with one nail of each color of the rainbow came up to fix the helmet and push it up again, away from her face.

His breath caught in his throat, it was like the sun just came up after a long winter of darkness, the warm sunshine pushing away the cold, flowers springing and birds singing everywhere.

“Dude, you okay?” she checked, waving a hand in front of his face.

Dean blinked his awe away and took in her gorgeous features, noticing the nasty scrape on her cheek and the thin stream of blood gushing from her eyebrow.

“Ye-yeah”, he stuttered a little. “I’m okay. I’m good actually, you barely touched me. You on the other hand look like you need some first aid.”

“No, I’m good!” she retorted.

Using the napkin he still had in his hand from the pie tasting a minute ago, he gently reached out for her face, she flinched but allowed him to touch her, hissing when he ghosted the tip of his fingers on the bruise forming around the wound.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re bleeding,” Dean pointed out to her.

Her face turned pale and her gorgeous lips tinted some tone of blue.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed.

“You gonna faint? No, please don’t faint!” Dean panicked for a moment.

She lifted up her hand to him, a big bright scrape on her palm too.

“Nah,” she answered, her voice a bit weaker than before. “It’s just… Ugh I got dizzy. It happens whenever I see blood. OUCH!” She tried to massage her temple but it hurt when she touched her eyebrow.

“Look, I live literally across the street…”

She stared up at him, the followed his fingers towards the apartment building in front of them before quirking her face at his offer.

“I’m just saying it because you’re bike is damaged and- and well, so are you-”

“Oh trust me, I am pretty damaged,” she chuckled at that making him smile.

“I’m just- Um, I mean, if you want to I can clean you up. Or you can clean yourself up. I have a first aid kit and some tools…” he trailed off stopping his rambling, as he waited for her to answer.

Her eyes found her bicycle and the wicker basket, still laying on the street, before looking down at herself and noticing her dirt stained jeans.

“Well,” he sighed, pondering over his offer. “I guess I could come up and get myself clean up and… You don’t need to fix the bicycle. It’s no even mine.”

“The more reason, then. You should fix it before you return it,” Dean said as he stood up and offered his hand to her, she took it, with a grunt and Dean’s help she finally stood, her head barely reaching his shoulder. “I’m Dean by the way,” he finally introduced himself while he still held her hand.

“Wow, Dean. You’re tall,” she noted. “I’m Y/N. Oh and I won’t be returning it.”

“Why’s that?” He took it by the handlebar and the seat anyway. “Could you..?” He signaled for her to grab the pie box and she did with a nod.

“I kinda… stole it,” Y/N grinned innocently.

Dean’s eyes widened, his hands let go of the bicycle and it fell down to the ground.

“No, no, but It’s okay though!” she said quickly, setting the pie back in the hood, her hands up in explanation.

“How is it okay, that you stole this,” Dean pointed down to the bicycle.

“Look, it was my ex’s. And she kinda owed me money, okay? Besides, she know I took it.” Y/N smiled up to Dean, her face showed no remorse, like stealing someone's bike was a normal thing to do.

“Or at least hope she knows,” she added under her breath, but Dean heard her, blinking in disbelief.  

Dean stared down at her unsure about how to proceed now this wreckless stranger dropped this bomb on him. He knew it wasn’t a crime, sort of… If the ex-girlfriend didn’t presented change- “Did you say ex-girlfriend?” he asked, just realising that part.

“You have a problem with that too, mom?” she spoke with sarcasm and rolled her eyes. “Oh-kay, I…’m gonna leave now and you don’t have to see me again.”

Y/N moves away from him and went to grab the bicycle, turning around to see Dean still standing in the same spot. “Unless your offer is still up and you’re letting me get clean up at your place?”

She grinned. “I won’t steal anything from you, I swear. It’s not like I just go around town stealing people’s things. I have a proper job, and this not it.”

Dean stared at her, dumbfounded.

“You realise all of this was your fault, right?” she said, pointing to herself, her ride.

“What?!” Dean asked.

“Yeah, 1% of cicying accidents are caused by reckless pedestrians! Don’t gimme that face.. This is your fault. You shoulda looked both ways!! Okay, look, I’m willing to let this whole thing go, if you give me half your pie… That shit smells delicious!”

I might just stop using this tag list

Everything: 

@nadiandreu7, @mogaruke, @fangirl1802, @ria132love @feelmyroarrrr, @just-another-busy-fangirl, @love-kittykat21, @emilyymichelle, @imagining-supernatural, @kdfrqqg, @charliebradbury1104, @thedevilinthedetails, @docharleythegeekqueen, @artprincessbree, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @starry-chaos, @supernatural-girl97, @sammys-lost-shoe, @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester, @nanie5, @roxyspearing, @emoryhemsworth, @rambling-rabbit, @akshi8278, @meganwinchester1999, @geekgirl1213, @maui137, @waywardasfudge, @kickasscas67, @spnwoman, @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou, @asgardianvamp21, @michell868,

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[winryofresembool]

EdWin ice skating AU, chapter 5.5

A/N: Tadah, here it is! And yes, you read that number correctly. The reason I’m giving this chapter that number is because it DOESN’T continue from where we were left off in chapter 5. Instead, I’m showing Winry’s point of view of the events between Ed leaving his hotel room and running into Winry at the gym in chapter 5. Also, let’s pretend for the sake of this fic that it’s actually normal for the skaters to hang out together :D Please enjoy, and remember that feedback is the only payment I get for this :)

Previous chapters:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Next chapter: [x]

Words: 1929 (is this the longest chapter yet?)

Genre: this chapter probably goes under ‘general’.

Warnings: Ed’s injury mentioned but nothing else I think?

”I just remembered I need to be somewhere.”

Those were the last words Ed said before leaving Winry to stand alone in the corridor, entirely dumbfounded.

Winry knew that was the lamest excuse he could have come up with, since he had said only one day earlier that the hours after lunch were dedicated to rest. Besides, he didn’t seem like someone to forget his meetings just like that. Had she done something wrong? Had she pushed Ed too hard by asking him to tell about the incident? Those questions ran through her mind as she tried to process everything that had just happened.

“Winry?”

The girl turned around, seeing the dark-haired captain of Ed’s hockey team approach her.

“Huh?” She was still too confused to form proper sentences.

“Why are you standing there? Where did Ed go?” Roy asked.

“I… don’t know. But why are you here?” Winry tried to counter. “I thought it’s a habit of yours to take a nap at this time.”

“I had some plans but someone canceled on me…” Roy smirked like it was not a big deal. “Apparently they had forgotten they have a team photo shoot today. I thought I’d go out for a walk because I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why do I have a feeling I know who that someone is?” Winry smiled mischievously, glad to distract herself with Roy’s relationship issues instead of hers. “Why are you so mysterious about it, it’s not like you aren’t allowed to date female hockey players, right? Is she taken?”

“No, that’s not it… It’s just that our coach set us a no-dating clause for the Olympics – stupid, I know, but apparently he thinks we have more energy in the games if we don’t ‘go around sleeping with all the ladies we meet’ so I’m trying to keep a low profile…”

“What about the other players though?” Winry asked, trying to think about Maes Hughes and his Gracia instead of Ed. She and Ed weren’t even dating, they had just hung around a couple of times! “I mean, Gracia is getting married to your teammate pretty soon…”

“Somehow I have a feeling our coach doesn’t really care about them. Besides, Ms. Hawkeye’s (Winry didn’t miss how Roy mentioned Riza’s name for the first time) grandfather is a general manager on our team and I swear he knows everything. He would immediately tell our coach.”

“Wow. Touch luck.” Winry laughed.

“You are avoiding my question though,” Roy noted. “What happened with Ed?”

“I have no idea,” she shrugged, her expression turning back to serious. “He just left.”

“He didn’t say anything?” Roy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“No, not really… He just claimed he had some place to be. He was lying, clearly,” Winry stated sadly.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Roy said suddenly.

Winry hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from him. Every time she had seen Roy and Ed together, they had been making fun of, borderline insulting, each other, and she hadn’t gotten a picture that they were close. But acting this way implied Roy indeed cared about his teammate more than he let on, as if he saw himself as some kind of a father figure to Ed.

“Wait… I don’t even know where he…” but she didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Roy was already gone.

Shaking her head, Winry decided she’d go out too to get some fresh air and to sort out her thoughts. It seemed almost as if Roy knew something she didn’t…

Suddenly it occurred to her that her first performance would be in only two days and here she was, thinking about something irrelevant. It wasn’t like her to get stuck into relationship drama like this. Luckily she’d have her next practice later that evening, and she’d get to focus on things that made sense, like spins.

After returning to her room to get her warmest and most water-proof coat, she headed out. She regretted her choice to take a walk pretty soon after stepping out of the hotel, because it was snowing and winding rather harshly. It made her thankful she wasn’t a snowboarder, cross country skier, ski jumper or anyone else who had to compete outside.

At some point she found herself in front of the arena in which Amestris’ hockey women practiced, wishing she had an excuse to go in. As it happened, she got one when Riza Hawkeye showed up by the door, apparently planning to get something from the team bus.

“Riza, hey!” she greeted happily.

“Hi, Winry! Why are you here on this weather?”

“I just needed to get out of the hotel for a moment… But I didn’t realize the weather was this bad.” Winry rubbed her neck awkwardly, a habit she had picked from a certain hockey player…

“Right… I hope it gets better soon, I don’t even want to think about how dangerous it would be to compete right now,” Riza noted. “Anyway, do you want to come in? We just had our team pictures taken, we are only having a short ice practice now before the afternoon break.”

“Sure, why not. My practice isn’t for several hours, Gracia’s with her fiancé right now and Rose and Paninya are probably goofing around somewhere so it’s not like I have other places to be…”

Winry suddenly realized she hadn’t really seen her fellow figure skaters outside the practice sessions during the entire time she had been at the Olympic venue and made a mental note to catch up with them when she got a chance. The girls were nice, but ever since Rose and Paninya started dating, Winry felt like a third wheel in their company, ending up spending more time with Gracia. But now that the hockey players were in the same area, both of them had become distracted, something she hadn’t expected at all before the Olympics. Well, she knew Gracia’s future husband was on the team, so she wasn’t surprised about her, but she hadn’t imagined herself getting interested in anyone. Even though she had known Ed in her childhood, she didn’t understand why she was suddenly so drawn to him. Still was, despite his weird behavior, she admitted to herself.

“Hey,” Riza pulled Winry out of her thoughts as she opened the arena door for her, “have you seen Ed today? He took my headphones earlier when his own got broken, but I haven’t gotten them back yet. And I enjoy working out way more when I can listen to something while doing it.”

“Um…” Winry started awkwardly, “I might have.”

“What’s that tone?” Riza immediately noticed. “Did something happen?”

“I was supposed to… have a meeting with him, but he left early.”

“Left early?” Riza asked. She crossed her arms on her lap, urging Winry to tell more. “Why?”

Winry was relieved she wasn’t asking why she had had a meeting with him. “I wish I knew,” she repeated the same mantra she had with Roy. “I asked him about something personal, and he started to answer but suddenly freaked out about something… and just left.”

Riza seemed to think about something for a while and then answered:

“Winry, I know Ed better than you probably realize. He used to visit me with one of his teammates who often looked after him because his father was always absent.”

Winry couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Riza’s obviousness but said nothing. The older woman continued:

“The men’s team works with us quite often, because hockey isn’t that big a sport in Amestris. That means I see him rather regularly, and I think he sees me as some kind of a motherly figure. He seems tough on the surface but has gone through a lot, and my guess is that whatever you were talking about triggered some bad memories in him, and he didn’t want to show you he was upset.”

“Oh. I mean, I figured it might have been something like that but hearing you confirm it makes me relieved.”

“He’s told you about his automail, right?”

“Yeah. Actually, that’s kinda why I was with him today. I asked him if I could take a look at it because as you know, I want to become an automail mechanic one day. Um…” Winry decided to ask the question that was bothering her, “do you know how he got it? I probably shouldn’t ask about this, but it was why he freaked out today.”

Riza seemed to consider her answer for a moment, observing her friend as she sat down on a bench to watch the practice. “It’s probably better if you know. I don’t know everything myself, but here’s what I know through Mr. Mustang.”

Winry smirked slightly. Now both Roy and Riza had mentioned the other one by their name without noticing it. Riza didn’t notice her reaction, instead continuing:

“Someone tried to attack his brother, and he went between them, taking a bad hit from a skate.”

“Oh my god.” The amusement on Winry’s face turned into horror and she covered her mouth with her hand. “That’s… awful… It’s pretty amazing he’s able to play after that.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, that isn’t the only big obstacle he’s had to overcome, though,” Riza said as an afterthought, not realizing at first she was revealing too much.

“What do you mean?”

“Hawkeye!” Riza’s coach yelled suddenly, stopping Riza from answering. “We are having a practice here, it isn’t like you to just chat with other people when you should focus on hockey.”

“She’s right,” Riza sighed. “I should go. But hey, let’s talk more later.”

“You bet,” Winry agreed, smiling although she still felt a little troubled by Riza’s revelation. She watched as the older woman hit the ice and shoot the puck right in the top left corner of the goal net with accuracy that made justice to her last name.

Seeing Riza’s enthusiasm and hearing about the obstacles Ed had had to overcome to continue playing made Winry wonder why she had chosen figure skating instead of hockey. Maybe she had just found the chasing the puck part silly. Or maybe she hadn’t wanted to continue because hockey was a contact sport and hurting someone or getting hurt herself wasn’t definitely something Winry wished. Hearing what had happened to Ed made her flinch, and she couldn’t help but admire him for continuing playing despite all that. Of course figure skating had its own risks too (even more so on the mental side; Winry was constantly self-conscious about the fact that she was ‘normal sized’, whatever that meant, and busty instead of nearly anorexically thin like some of her rivals), but at least she wasn’t going to hurt anyone else when skating, spinning and jumping on her own.

Eventually Winry got bored of sitting around while the others were having “just a short practice”, which in reality meant a rather tiring looking session; the coach Armstrong didn’t go easy on her players even right before the Olympics. She waved at Riza to sign that she was off and decided she would go to do some training too; she may not have had access to the ice at the moment, but truth to be told, she hadn’t been spending as much time at gym as usual lately.

She was in the middle of her mental practice, going through her moves in her mind, when she reached the gyms the Olympic athletes used. When she realized who was coming towards her, she quickly forgot which jump she was going to go through next.

Edward.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Under Pressure

Summary: Steve still doesn’t know how to talk to women...let alone how to get a first date with one. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,799 - One Shot {post civil war}

An Anon requested something like this...and apparently people have been thirsty for me to write more Steve stuff. So here it is.

Steve had been watching her all night. She was a light that warmed the entire bar. Even some of the other women glanced over at her every once in awhile.

Sam had found the dive bar after a few months of living at the Avengers’ compound in upstate New York. No one bothered them there and it was easy to keep a low profile when half the patrons were local alcoholics that couldn’t care less about superheroes being in their midsts.

But it the was rough edges of the place that made it even weirder that the young woman had everyone’s attention whenever she graced the bar with her presence.

She was wearing a ratty t-shirt, vintage jeans and black booties. The combo gave her an effortlessly cool style. Her eyes were always filled with mischief and her smile was coy. She was currently bent over the pool table, her whiskey sitting on the edge close by.

Steve smirked as she took her shot and hit the eight ball in the corner pocket. He’d seen her hustle any newcomer that wandered into the bar. It was always men who took a look at her and assumed she was a cute girl who didn’t know a cue ball from a stick.

“Why don’t you say something?” Bucky tore his attention away from the pool table.

“What?” Steve acted innocent.

“I said why don’t you say something?” Bucky repeated with a knowing smirk.

“Or better yet…why don’t you play her?” Sam added with a laugh.

“I’m smart enough to save myself the embarrassment.” Steve chuckled.

“Anytime she’s in here, you watch her like a sad puppy.” Bucky pointed out. “I’m having flashbacks from back in the day when you couldn’t even look dames in the eye.”

“She’s not in here to find a man. She’s here to put them in their place.” Steve stated with hidden amusement and even a little pride. They knew he was right.

“Didn’t you lecture Banner about waiting too long to make a move? You kinda sound like a hypocrite now. You do realize that, right?” Sam accused.

“You played me, you fucking bitch!” A man suddenly screamed, breaking the three men out of their conversation.

They whipped around to see that the girl’s last opponent was rather upset about losing the game. Steve assumed he’d put down a lot of money, underestimating her like so many men had done before him.

The girl just smiled and laughed a little bit at the men’s outburst.

“You think this is funny?” The man took a threateningly step toward her.

Steve got off his stool at the bar. But Bucky already gripped his shoulder, stopping him from moving any further. He looked back at him.

“Don’t worry. They got her.” Bucky said softly as he nodded in the girl’s direction.

There was already a few members of a local biker gang closing in on the man. The locals of the bar saw her as their collective daughter. She was also their friend and they never let the random newcomers step out of line with her.

Steve relaxed when the angry man stepped down once he saw he was outnumbered.

The girl blew him a kiss and tucked a few hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of her jeans.

Bucky chuckled darkly at her shenanigans. “Alright. That’s it.” He threw back the rest of his beer and slammed the glass back on the bar before walking over to her.

Steve swore his stomach dropped at the sight of his best friend walking toward his crush. He felt small again, like he was back in the 30s, when women never looked twice at him… but they never stopped looking at his best friend.

Bucky was smiling charmingly at the girl. It made Steve grind his teeth together.

But then Bucky was turning around and gesturing toward Steve. The girl looked around him to smile softly at Steve. It wasn’t the usual demure smile he’d seen her give to her opponents, but kind of shy.

Next thing Steve knew, she was walking over to him with Bucky. He whipped around to Sam and gave him a panicked look.

“Chill, dude.” Sam tried to calm him.

“Your friend here says you’re one hell of a pool player…but too shy of a gentleman to challenge me.” Her voice made Steve whip back around.

“Don’t think I’m much of a match for you…?” Steve replied, surprisingly smooth and offering his hand.

“Y/N.” She said with a smile, shaking it. “And I already know who the three of you are.”

“Looks like we have pool game.” Bucky announced with a smile.

Steve sighed and didn’t try to hide his apprehension.

“Come on. It’ll be awesome to say I kicked Captain America’s ass in a game of pool.” Y/N winked at Steve, which somehow made him choke on his own saliva. The embarrassment quickly followed with him blushing.

If she noticed, she didn’t show it.

Bucky and Sam followed the two of them back to the pool table. Y/N’s always present crowd gave them polite nods. But the three of them also knew it was a silent warning not to try and mess with Y/N.

Steve cleared his throat and took out his wallet. “How much is the buy in?”

But Y/N was already shaking her head. “I don’t want your money.”

“I hope you’re not changing your ways because of who I am.” Steve replied with a cute tilt of his head.

“Oh, I said I didn’t want your money, not that there wasn’t going to be a wager.” Y/N corrected with a small smirk.

“Then let’s make it interesting!” Bucky cheered, earning him a glare from Steve and a look of suspicion from Sam.

But Y/N just laughed at his enthusiasm. “If I win, I get that motorcycle of yours parked outside.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “With all due respect, ma’am… I think it’s too big for you to even lift.” His concern was genuine, seeing as there was no chance he was going to win this game.

“I know. I’ll trade it in for a different one.” Y/N clarified. “But for the record, I’m stronger than I look.”

Steve just nodded. If he were being honest, he didn’t really care about losing the Harley. It would just give Tony an excuse to buy a dozen more.

“And you, Cap…what do you want?”

He was quiet for a moment. There was nothing that he wanted from her. But also, declaring his reward seemed rather pointless.

“If Steve here wins, he gets to take you out on a date.” Bucky spoke for him.

“Bucky!” Steve yelped.

“Deal.” Y/N said at the exact same time, making Steve’s eyes go wide.

Suddenly Steve’s entire attitude changed: he’d beat this girl at pool like his life depended on it.

It was close the entire game. Steve swore he could feel sweat dripping down his back from the nerves. He was thankful it was cool enough outside to wear a leather jacket that hid any signs of it.

To everyone’s shock, he was actually holding his own against Y/N. They were basically even. So even, in fact, that the entire bar had basically came over to watch the pool master and Captain America competing.

“Eight ball. Side pocket.” Y/N called her last shot.

Steve’s heart sank and he gave Bucky a sad look. There was no way she’d miss.

But as they watched the black ball roll to the side pocket, it ricocheted just at the edge of the pocket and bounced back.

The entire bar went silent.

Y/N swore under her breath.

Not only did she miss her shot, but the cue ball was now perfectly lined up for Steve to hit the eight ball and win the game.

Trying to calm his anxiety, Steve took in a deep breath and leaned forward. He called his shot and was tempted to close his eyes as he hit it. But he must have made it in and won the game, because Sam was screaming in celebration. The rest of the bar was murmuring in shock that Y/N had ended her reign.

Steve glanced up to see Y/N putting on a black leather jacket. Then she walked over to him with a napkin in her hand. He couldn’t read her expression.

“Tomorrow. 8 o’clock. Don’t be late, Cap.” She stated evenly. Then she was weaving through the crowd of bar goers and left.

He looked down to see her address and phone number written on the napkin.

Steve was still in shock. He stared at Bucky, utterly dumbfounded and with an expression that looked even more stressed. Now he had to take her on a date. He’d make a fool of himself and then he’d never be able to show his face in this bar ever again.

Bucky smiled as if he could read his mind. He walked forward and slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry. At least now you know she wants to go on a date with you.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“She let you win, idiot.” Bucky shook his head.

Then there were chuckles from some of the old men around the pool table, proving that Bucky was right.

Without realizing it, Steve’s lips broke out into a smirk.

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Steve stepped to Y/N’s cute, little house at approximately 7:50pm. He knocked on the door and almost went into panic mode.

Bucky and Sam had been bickering about everything leading up to Steve’s date: what he should wear, should he take the bike or a car, and if he should buy flowers.

“When has a girl ever been mad about getting flowers?” Bucky had yelled at Sam.

“It’s overdone. You’re too old school. She’ll think he’s just going through the motions. There’s no sentiment behind it!” Sam argued back.

He ended up winning the conversation. But mostly Steve wanted to save himself from the stress of then figuring out what kind of flowers he’d have to decide between.

Steve was brought back to reality when the door opened.

“You’re very punctual.” Y/N teased and gave him an award-winning smile.

Steve was breathless as he took Y/N in. Her hair was more styled than it usually was at the bar. Her makeup was a little more glamorous. But Steve’s observation halted the tight fitting dress she was wearing.

“Something wrong?” Y/N asked.

He hated himself when he caught her insecurity in the question.

“No…no, nothing is wrong. You look…ugh…you look really beautiful. It’s just I brought my Harley and I don’t want you to burn yourself from the pipes.” Steve’s quick reply was barely coherent.

But Y/N must have understood because she smirked at his ramblings and then looked him up and down as if she was taking in every detail of his own outfit. She pushed the door wider. “Come on in. Just give me a second to change.”

Steve nodded and walked inside, closing the door behind him.

Y/N disappeared around the corner.

So he took the opportunity to snoop around her place. It seemed she lived alone. But her home was not what he expected. She seemed very clean cut and organized. Y/N had such a rebellious and grungy vibe to her at the bar. It didn’t seem to match the place he was in now.

“Better?” Y/N chimed.

Steve whipped around to see her new outfit. It was not that dissimilar to her usual style at the bar: jeans, booties, leather jacket. But it seemed nicer and matched the casualness of Steve’s date outfit.

“You look great.” He answered genuinely.

Steve waited patiently as Y/N locked the front door.

When they reached the motorcycle, he handed her a helmet. She eyed it with annoyance. “You never wear a helmet.”

Steve leaned forward. “A Nazi airplane couldn’t take me out. I highly doubt a motorcycle crash will be the way I go. Put it on.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but seemed to enjoy his sass. “Fine, dad.”

She lifted her leg gracefully over the motorcycle, like she did it every day. Steve smirked at her confidence. He was further surprised by her hands snaking around his waist, but underneath his leather jacket. It made it possible for him to move and steer easily. A flare of jealousy ignited in his chest as he imagined a long list of ex-boyfriends who also drove motorcycles.

She seemed relaxed and comfortable on the Harley, barely holding on to Steve as he weaved through the streets.

15 minutes later, they were at their destination.

Y/N dismounted smoothly before Steve even had a chance to offer a helping hand.

“A diner…” Y/N observed. But she gave no emotion along with the statement for Steve to gage her feelings about it.

So naturally he started thinking he’d made a terrible mistake. Diners weren’t nice enough for a date! What the hell had he been thinking? She probably expected a fancy five star restaurant. No, she deserved to be taken to a five star restaurant.

Y/N turned away from the diner to see a panicked look on Steve’s face. “You okay?”

“It felt like a good idea until you said it aloud…” He blushed in embarrassment.

She stepped forward and gripped his shoulder, giving him a lovely smile. “Are you kidding? Diners are like my favorite thing in the world!” He could tell that she wasn’t just saying it to make him feel better. Y/N didn’t think she convinced him though, so she continued. “You always know what you’re going to get. The waitresses always call you ‘hon’ or ‘sweetheart’ like they’re your grandma. And don’t even get me started on bottomless coffee…”

Steve was smiling at the effort she was putting in.

“I’m actually really hungry…” Y/N finally noted, talking more to herself than him.

“Come on.” He gestured and started towards the diner.

He held the door for her. One of the waitresses called out to them, saying that they could grab any table they wanted.

Y/N took initiative and steered them toward a booth in the corner. It was surrounded by windows, but gave them some privacy. The place wasn’t crowded and no one seemed to notice that Captive America was dining with them.

As soon as he slid into his seat, Steve’s shoulders tightened and his hands fidgeted in his lap.

“Do you go on a lot of dates, Steve?” Y/N asked with a knowing gleam in her eye.

“Ugh…no, not really.” He exhaled admittedly. His eyes were looking out the window. For some reason, he could stare down any enemy… but looking into Y/N’s eyes seemed impossible.

“Steve.” She said it so firmly that he was forced to finally look at her from politeness.

“You don’t have to be nervous. In fact, I’d prefer if you calmed down a bit because you’re making me anxious. We’re just two people at a diner.” Her voice was so soothing.

Steve was blindsided by her. Who was this girl? She couldn’t possibly be the same grungy badass that hustled men at bars.

“Right. Sorry.” He breathed, loosened his shoulders, and leaned forward a bit.

Y/N continued to take the lead and started asking Steve question after question. Thanks to her confidence, the conversation flowed and felt so natural. He couldn’t get over how charming she was or how easily she could make him laugh. Even their waitress seemed to be pleased by Y/N’s grace.

Y/N glanced around at one point and saw that they were basically the only ones left in the diner. Then she looked outside and realized the sun had gone down. They’d been there talking for hours and it felt like minutes.

“So how am I doing?” Steve asked with an adorable innocence.

She looked back at him. “Well…lucky for you, I don’t really go on dates. So your competition is sparse, Cap. But I’d say you’re doing pretty fantastic.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I find that hard to believe.”

Y/N’s face dropped a little. It felt a little sad and slightly embarrassed.

She shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t like dating. But it’s not like I’m turning down men left and right.”

“Why not?” Steve took a sip of his coffee.

“Huh?”

“Why don’t you date?”

“Oh, right. I guess…it’s just different these days. Everything’s on dating apps. No one meets in person. And I feel like dating is such a game. It’s all about who can pretend they care the least, you know? Playing it so cool or whatever. It all just seems so exhausting. And I’m pretty selfish with my time. I’d rather order take-out alone than go on bad date after bad date.”

Steve gave her a sad look. Not because he felt bad for her, but because he completely understood what she meant.

“What about you? Why don’t you date? I’m sure Captain America has plenty of women begging to go out with him.” Y/N teased.

“Ha ha.” He rolled his eyes. But then he felt a little embarrassed. “I’m actually pretty terrible at talking to women. Sometimes I still have the confidence of that little guy.”

“I find it endearing.”

“That so?” Steve challenged.

“Men that are smooth… I don’t trust them. They seem to have too much practice. I find them suspiciously charming.”

Steve laughed at that. “Remind me to never introduce you to Tony…”

“Tony Stark? Yeah, he’s like the poster child for suspiciously charming.”

Now they were both laughing.

It only died down when the waitress brought over a huge slice of pumpkin pie. “It’s on the house.” She stated before giving them a wink.

“See. Diners are the best.” Y/N announced as she didn’t break eye contact with the pie.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way… but you’re a lot different than I thought you’d be.” Steve said the words before he could filter himself.

But Y/N smirked and narrowed her eyes. “Oh, no. Is this where you tell me that I don’t match the idea you had of me? That I’ve disappointed you?”

“No!” Steve accidentally yelped. “No, not at all. I don’t think you could ever disappoint me.” Shit. There went his rambling again. Further proof that it was almost impossible for him to talk to women.

She couldn’t help but giggle at his struggle. “Yep. Yep, it’s definitely endearing.”

He took in a deep breath and actually gave himself a moment to find the right words. “What I meant is that you’re very different than the person you are at the bar.”

“I understood what you meant the first time, Steve.” She said back in the booth and crossed her arms. “I get it. I guess I just compartmentalize my life a little bit. I have to be pretty uptight and professional at my job. I like to let loose when I’m at the bar.” Then she eyed Steve, trying to figure out if she wanted to really open up to him. “And…and I think it’s a little bit of a defense mechanism. I take stranger’s incorrect perception of me and I use it against them. That’s how I always win those games.”

Steve nodded slowly. “And is that what you’re doing now?”

He hoped, no….he prayed that the girl he was talking to this whole date was the real Y/N. That it wasn’t some facade she put up to protect herself.

“No. I can’t remember the last time I felt more like myself than I do now, Steve.” Her face was filled with sincerity and her eyes didn’t falter from his.

“I have another question.” He leaned forward, his forearms mostly holding his weight over the table.

Y/N matched his stance mockingly. But this also made their faces just inches from each other. “Hit me.”

“Did you let me win?” Steve asked softly.

She couldn’t hold back the low chuckle. “I absolutely let you win, Steve Rogers.”

Steve gave her a playful glare as he shook his head.

“You know… you were not very discreet about watching me. I think some of the guys at the bar would’ve beaten you up for it if you weren’t a superhero.”

“Oh god.” Steve sat back and covered his face. “I’m such a creep.”

“No, no, no… I thought it was cute. I’ll take shyness over the aggressive men I have to deal with any day. But I was pretty excited when I saw your friend walking over.”

“I guess I owe Bucky a thank you.” Steve sighed dramatically. “He’ll just love rubbing it in my face too.”

Then he just happened to look at his watch. Had they really been talking for four hours!?

“I should probably take you home.” Steve didn’t bother hiding his disappointment at the thought.

He paid the bill and completely brushed Y/N’s offer to pay her half.

They walked out of the diner in a pleasant silence. This time Y/N didn’t argue when Steve handed her the helmet. And he could’ve sworn that she held on a little tighter on the way home. He didn’t want the night to end. It had been perfect.

Steve slowly walked Y/N to her door and caught that she seemed amused by the gesture.

A part of him wanted to kiss her. She was so beautiful and it was almost like she was his own personal siren with the way she was able to coax him out of his head. But then he thought of all the things she said about dating today. Maybe rushing things and the pressure of expectation made her also dislike it. And Steve didn’t want to the guy to invoke it.  

“Thank you for dinner, Steve. I’ve never had such a lovely time on a date.” She admitted bashfully as she fiddled with her keys.

“Thought you didn’t go on dates.” Steve added a smirk to his teasing.

She laughed lightly at that. “Even if I did, I don’t think they’d compare.” His smirk disappeared from the candor of her statement. “Goodnight, Steve.”

He started to back away, wanting to say something but too scared to ruin the moment. Don’t be a coward, his heart screamed at him.

“Hey, Y/n?” Steve called out.

She looked up at him, half inside the house.

“I’m glad you threw the game.”

She beamed at him. “How about a rematch this weekend? But this time, I won’t go easy on you.”

Steve nodded. “It’s a date.”

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They, Who Listens · 4

Member: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Misogyny; Prince!au; fluff; fantasy; reincarnation

Summary:

In a society where magic has been constructed and used on a daily basis, a misogynistic society, where men ruled and women had no right to speak, Kim Shinjae -now known as Y/L/N Y/F/N- was reincarnated. She lived a happy life, a peaceful life. But it came to an end that one rainy, dark night. Here in this new society, she’s forced to adapt to these new circumstances.

Based on the webtoon/novel: they say I was born a King’s Daughter.

Y/N’s POV

I woke up to see the Princess still soundly asleep. Trying not to wake her up, I quietly stood up and went to go get ready. When I got out of the shower, I saw the princess sitting in her study area, reading through some books.

“Good Morning, Princess.” I greeted, still drying my hair.

“I told you to stop calling me that, and good morning to you too.” she greeted.

“You should go get ready now.” She got out of the chair and went to get her clothes.

“Yeah, we have breakfast soon and I’m pretty sure the king and the princes are gonna be there too so, prepare yourself.” she left to go get ready.

They’re gonna be there too? Damn. what have I got myself into??

When she finished getting ready, we went out to go to the dining room. Some people were already there though, preparing the silverware. I looked over at the table.

“Do you eat like this every day?” I looked shocked at the decor around the dining room giving off the already ‘palac-y’ vibes.

“Well, I kind of have to don’t I?” she giggled.

“I mean like, don’t the women of the palace and the men of the palace get separated?” I was dumbfounded.  

“Normally, yeah. But I guess that’s not always the case, right?” she sat down in her seat. “Come, sit here.” she pointed at the seat next to hers.

“So… we just wait?”

“We’re like a couple minutes early before the actual breakfast time.” She looked at the enormous clock on the wall.

“They should be here so-” c

“JUNGHWA!~” a voice cut off her sentences. “I haven’t seen you in so long~” the man started hugging Junghwa like there's no tomorrow, smiling widely while his eyes turned crescent.

The man had bleached blond hair, his bangs reaching the top of his eyes.  He was wearing a Saint Laurent, signature Yves collar printed shirt, top button unbuttoned, and long red pants. He wore black dress shoes to top this look off.

“Brother, I saw you yesterday before I left.” She pouted.

“Oh, this must be the person father was talking about.” he looked at me, arms still around Junghwa. “Don’t hurt my Junghwa, in any shape or form, or I will murder you, with my own bare hands.” he threatened.

“O-okay…” Damn boy no need to get all defensive…

“Brother, please don’t scare my guest.” Her sweet voice coming in again. “It breaks my heart to see you angry at someone…” She hugged her brother back.

He looked at her and started stroking her hair. “Don’t worry, I won’t okay? Don’t cry yeah? Don’t worry. Big brother just wants to protect you…”

“Leave her alone please, Brother….” she hugged him tighter.

“...Okay.”

“Yah! Park Jimin. Who gives you the right to hug MY sister first?” I looked over to see a man with greyish blue hair reaching his eyes, red velvet shirt with long black pants and dress shoes. He wore a long earring on one side of his ear as well.

“What do you mean, YOUR sister? She’s MY sister too, the.” They started arguing.

“Um, No. She’s mine.” The other one spoke.

“I’m sorry, who was born first?”

“Yeah, by a couple months so what? That just proves you're old” he stuck his tongue out.

They started fighting, “Oh, shut your mouth.” the blonde one used his powers, lifting the greyish blue haired up in mid-air.

“Oh really?” the greyish blue haired used his powers to life the blonde in mid-air too.

“Oh, would you shut up? So loud in the morning.” It was the man from last night! He had bluish mint hair, bangs reaching his eyes, he wore a white v-neck, tucked in his black leather pants, under a black suit, unbuttoned. Last, he used a black choker to finalize his look. He flicked the two princes away.

“YOONGI! DON’T INTERVENE THIS IS OUR FIGHT!” the greyish haired said, stopping in mid-air.

“You guys stop fighting over Junghwa. She’s my biological, blood-related sister.” The man from the forest came in rubbing the back of his neck. Jungkook was it? His name.

“You know how they are… let’s just leave them be.” a man with dark hair, parted to the side, using a black basketball tee under a dark green suit with dark green suit pants and white sneakers.

“At least Hoseok isn’t here…” Jungkook sighed as he took a seat next to Junghwa, “Good morning sis,” he patted her head.

“What is this ruckus early in the morning?” a voice boomed from the doorway. Instantly, the two guys fighting stopped, standing straight.

“Good morning, Father.” They bowed.

“Good morning, Father.” the others followed.

“Good morning, Father.” Junghwa stood up and bowed as well.

Quickly, I followed them and bowed as well.

“Everyone, sit.” Everyone went over and sat down in their respective seats. “Namjoon and Hoseok went out this morning.” he declared.

It was awkward, to say the least. Very awkward. The food came after a couple minutes and, due to the ‘traditions’, I waited for everyone to eat before I could eat myself. But there was one person, one damn person that refused to eat. He was staring at me.

Dude… eat your food. I’m hungry and want to eat.

“Yoongi, eat your food. It’s getting cold.” The man with dark hair instructed.

He hummed in response, eyes not looking away.

“Sorry… they were kinda loud…” Junghwa apologized when we entered her room.

“That’s okay…” I stepped into the room as well.

“They didn’t introduce themselves, so I’ll do it for them.” she started off. “The first one to come in is Jimin, Park Jimin. He can be really scary when he’s mad but if you get to his good side, or better, he’ll act that way. The second person to come in was Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. He’s the same age as Jimin so they’re really good friends with each other. Then there’s yoongi, he’s a little grumpy in the mornings and doesn’t really warm up to a lot of people if you do get him to warm up to him, he’ll be the sweetest person you’ll ever meet.”

Yoongi… that’s his name…

“Next we have Jungkook, my blood-related brother. You’ve met him. Then, Seokjin or Jin as I like to call him. He’s really sweet, a real prince if I must say.” she giggled. “Anyway, the other two aren’t here today. They went out somewhere I don’t really know but, those two are Namjoon, or Joonie as I like to call him, and Hoseok or Hobie.”

“Hobie?”

“Yeah. It’s a cuter way to say ‘hope’ since he’s a really cheerful person, of course when you get to know him.”

“I didn’t see any other female expect you there…”

“Oh, that? It’s the after effect” she smiled. “Come, I’ll tell you about it.”

We sat down on her window seat, she was looking out the window, as if thinking of how to say what she was going to say.

“It’s just… Since I was a kid I’ve just been able to kind of make them like me… is that weird?” she half smiled.

“No, of course not.”

“Yeah. it’s just since I was a kid, you know with how they treat women in this society right? Yeah, I just kinda tried to mingle with them and tried to impress them and all those things and somehow, it worked.” I could tell she didn’t really anticipate the outcome that comes to be.

“How’d you do it…?” I was cautious but, I really just wanted to know.

“One, intelligence. It’s actually one of the key ones. If it wasn’t for it, My father would honestly act towards me how he does with other women.” she explained. “I don’t know how I knew those things but, I just did. And that leads me to be liked by my father, and Namjoon. With Jungkook, he’s my blood-related brother, so I just kinda followed him around and played with him. Let’s just say I was a very obedient little sister who knew how to bribe her brother.” she smirked at the last sentence. “It wasn’t hard to bribe him. Just gave him sweets is all.” she giggled.

“Then there’s the trio. I was basically their doll or dog, whichever you liked to call it. They would treat me like a dog yet, dress me up like a princess. They found me cute though they were mostly influenced by the other brothers. The hardest to crack was Yoongi. He always had that stone face of his that no one can actually crack. I don’t actually remember what happened with him. He just started acting caring somehow.” she shrugged.

“What about Seokjin?” The only prince she didn’t mention was him.

“Jinnie? He was always kind to me since the beginning.” Well…

“Hey... Junghwa? Why are you telling me these anyway? Aren’t these supposed to be your secrets? What if someone hears us or if someone were to know?” I was scared. Although she was maybe trusting me, someone may hear and tell this secret off to someone else then, I’ll just be blamed for it and killed since she only told me and I do NOT want to die this young.

“Honestly… I don’t know. I know I just met you like what, yesterday? But I just feel like I’ve known you for years and I just can’t help but want to tell you everything. It’s like we’re sisters or something…” She looked out the window again.

Sisters… ha, I wish she was here with me then at least we can overcome it together.

“Oh,” she looked at me, examining every feature. “You kind of look like someone…”

Now being able to see her clearly, she looks like someone I know too… then, it clicked.

“Shinhye…”

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Adventures in Louisiana (pt. 2/?)

Eric Northman x Reader

Read Part One Here

Words: 1,843

Warnings: Swearing, blood, kinda mildly sexual, blood drinking

Summary: You finally find out what Eric meant and wanted by “I’ll see you later”

A/N: This one’s a little more detailed than the last one, with a little bit a sexual stuff thrown in, but I promise all that smut goodness will come soon. Also, yes I did take a little bit from season 4 episode 1 with the “you. are. mine” thing. I just can’t get over the way he says that UGH. Anyway, have fun!

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"I'll be seeing you later."

His words echoed in your mind for the next few days, forcing you into an odd state of anxiety. A simple phrase, when said with such finality, sounded much more like a promise than anything else; and from Sookie had told you, you weren't sure if you should be scared or annoyed. And from what you saw of him, were you also a little... excited? Handsome as the devil he was, but the worst part was he knew it too. However, something underneath that cocky exterior intrigued you. Something dangerous and primal, but also kind deep in there. Kind enough to care about if two human women were in Shreveport by themselves and stop by, though you were perceptive enough to tell that he had been attempting to play it off as simple curiosity.

But the question still remained: when exactly was "later"?

As it turned out, "later" meant about two weeks of anxietal hell since the night in Shreveport, when a letter arrived at your house addressed simply to "Y/N".

"Fangtasia, tomorrow night. If you don't show I'll have to come get you myself. -E.N."

You didn't believe he'd leave an empty threat and, considering there was no postmark on the envelope, you assumed he had the letter delivered by hand, meaning he knew exactly where you lived.

"Hey Sook, I need your advice," you asked while on your shift that day. "Eric finally held to his word and wants me to go to Fangtasia tomorrow night."

"Y/N, no. Don't do it. I've known Eric long enough to know that anything he wants is bad news, especially for anyone he could potentially call dinner," she responded, sincerity in her voice.

"I don't doubt it, but he's kinda giving me no choice in this one," you replied, "I'm just not sure what to do."

"Well I guess if he's not giving you a choice then alright, but be hella careful, Y/N. Like I said, everything Eric wants turns out to be bad news."

You nodded in understanding. "Okay, I'll be careful. Thanks Sookie."

~

The next night you decided that dressing at least somewhat nicely was better for you than showing up in jeans and a t-shirt, considering your life could literally hang in the balance of whether or not Eric was pleased with you or not. With how catatonic he could be, you weren't about to risk it. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=214283360

After you got ready, you got in your car and drove the twenty minutes into Shreveport, palms sweaty on the steering wheel with nervousness. When you pulled into the parking lot of Fangtasia, sitting there watching people get let in by the bouncer at the front door, you contemplated being sarcastic or not. He didn't say that you had to go IN Fangtasia, so technically you could hold up your end by sitting outside. It gave you a chuckle, but you decided against it.

Getting out of the car, you walked up to the bouncer, who glared at you over his folded arms. You cleared your throat “Uh, Eric should be expecting me?” you stated, unsure of yourself. The bouncer said nothing and stepped aside for you to enter. “Thanks.”

Inside was a bustle of vampires and humans dancing and drinking promiscuously amongst the loud music. You had never been inside a vampire nightclub before, so the atmosphere was completely new to you. The dancers on their poled pedestals, the smell of sweat and just trace amounts of actual blood mixed with true blood that left a metallic scent in the air. It took you a moment to finally see Eric sitting on his “throne”, for lack of a better term, up on the main stage. He, of course, had been staring at you since you walked in, a smirk having crawled up on his face. His hands were clasped under his chin, elbows propped on the arms of the chair. Without separating them, he lifted a finger and beckoned you up to him. Sighing heavily, you wriggled your way around the masses of dancing bodies till you reached the edge of the stage.

“Y/N, I’m glad you came.”

“You didn’t exactly leave room for no as an answer,” you replied saltily. Eric’s smirk seemed to widen at your remark. He moved his legs off of the short ottoman that matched his chair.

“Please, sit,” he said, waving to the glorified stool. Despite his use of please, it still wasn’t much of a choice for you, so you sat down. He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at you as you surveyed the crowd out of habit (plus it gave you something else to focus on rather than him). After a few moments of silence between you two, curiousity got the better of you.

“So why am I here?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“I figured you needed someone to show you around, seeing as you’re new and all,” he replied, voice calm and almost bored.

“A month and a half isn’t exactly what I would call “new” here.” Eric simply shrugged in response, looking back out at the crowd. You eyed him scruitingly, he definitely didn’t seem like the person to just randomly give a newcomer a tour, so why? “What the fuck do you want from me?” you asked, visibly irritated, earning you another smirk.

“There are many things I could answer, and all of them would be true. But I doubt you’d like them all,” he said. Was that a joke? Or was he serious? Regardless, the thoughts of what some of those answers may be caused you to blush lightly, and suddenly you didn’t want to ask any more questions.

Well, at least for a few more minutes. But as you opened your mouth to ask another question, Eric rose from his seat and walked down the steps of the stage. You had an eerie feeling he wanted you to follow him, so you did. He led you past the bar and through a doorway into what seemed to be his office, and he stopped at the desk, turning towards you and sitting on the edge. “Close the door behind you.”

Oh god, not good, not good, you thought to yourself, but closed the door anyway. “What?” you asked, mild terror starting to set in, of which Eric picked up on with the sound of your heartbeat rapidly increasing. It seemed to amuse him.

“I’m making you mine now,” he said calmly. You were dumbfounded.

“Come again?”

“You’re going to be mine.” he repeated, still cool as a cucumber.

“What? Why? Huh? What? No!” you scrambled, but Eric just chuckled.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter,” he said, standing upright again and moving towards you, which caused you to recoil into the wall.

“W-Wait, what happened with your- I mean, I thought you were all sorts of hung up over Sookie?” you tried to reason, perhaps even change the subject, but you could see that Eric was going to have none of it.

“I’ve grown weary of chasing things I can’t have. Besides, there’s something about you that seems… Much more interesting,” he said, having gotten close enough to you that you could feel his soft breath on your cheek. Your eyes widened at his statement as he moved a strand of hair from your face, much gentler in comparison to his gravelly voice.

“More interesting? How the hell could I be more interesting than Sookie? She can read minds and shoot the sun out of her hands for fuck’s sake!”

“She does it because she was born that way. You, however, are perceptive enough to figure out what people are thinking, aren’t you?” he asked, leaning in to your ear, taking in your scent. “Now that takes skill.” His reasoning seemed sound enough, but deep down, Eric couldn’t deny the magnetic pull he felt when he was near you.

You swallowed hard, and you could feel your heart pounding a thousand times a second. “It doesn’t take skill to figure out what you’re thinking right now,” you said, trying to feign as much confidence as you could despite the emotions flooding your mind. Was it fear? Maybe it was excitement. You couldn’t tell the difference to be perfectly honest, but what you could tell is that you kinda liked it.

Feeling a low rumble of a laugh emit from Eric’s throat as he pulled your hair away from your neck, exposing the skin beneath. “Then you know what comes next,” he said softly, only giving a moment for you to take a breath before unsheathing his fangs and digging them deep into the flesh of your neck.

You weren’t sure what to expect, as you hadn’t let a vampire bite you before. At first you thought i was going to hurt, but the only thing you felt was a small pop of a puncture followed by a ‘holy fuck that feels good” sensation that almost made you weak at the knees. You gripped his shoulder with one hand, while the other found itself digging into the blonde hairs at the back of his head as he shoved you harder into the wall. He wasn’t too rough with you, thank fuck, cuz god only knows how easily he could snap you like a toothpick, but he pushed you into the wall hard enough that the pressure made your back ache.

Before you knew it your vision had become just a little blurry around the edges, and just as you were about to say something, he stopped. He pulled back to look you in the eyes possessively, showing you as he pricked his index finger on a fang to press it to the punctures in your skin, almost in a way that said “You’re mine” without having to speak the words. You were entranced by it, though you could tell that he was in no way glamouring you.

Eric seemed to notice that you’d grown quite paler than he had prefered, and he promptly bit into his hand, offering it to you “Drink, you’re too pale for me to be comfortable letting you leave.” You listened to him, taking his hand into your mouth and drinking. Again a new experience for you, but instead of the expected metallic taste of regular blood, it tasted like some sort of sweet ambrosia. Jesus, you’d been missing out on this taste for how long??

Eventually he pulled his hand away from you, to look you back in the eyes. “Now don’t forget, you’re mine now. You. Are. Mine,” he repeated with a wink, taking a step back so you could leave. You weren’t sure what to say, so you kept quiet and walked out of the office, keeping your eyes on the floor the whole way out of Fangtasia; even when Pam shot you that classic glare of hers.

It wasn’t until you got back in your car that you really processed what just happened.

“Holy shit, I belong to a vampire.”