#5 take offs and landing like???? with my neck fucked and fatigued???? this is a flight safety risk!

[boyapologist]

called in sick for work for the first time today and I feel so fucking guilty

[anayaahwrites]

KOT Ficlet #5 (Momoya Natsu/ Yoshinaga Atsumu)

When the lights start flashing like a photo booth (And the stars exploding, we'll be fireproof.)

Warning: Themes of underage drinking and implied sexual content.

Natsu roughly based on this art by @sasukeslove

A small AU on MomoYoshi's first meeting:

...

Natsu is six when he learns about Angels.

He’s perched on mama’s lap, carrying a new storybook with tiny hands and slowly pronouncing all the words. Her proud smile encourages him to read the larger words too, the ones he’d avoid out of embarrassment—something about a pro-fe-cky and a pro-mice that He exists up there somewhere, over the pillowy clouds watching down on them.

Mama tucks him in that night and tells Natsu to close his eyes and pray because Angels only come to good boys.

He’s ten when it all sounds like bullshit to him.

Over the years, Mom’s rosy smile had withered into a fatigued sigh, a cry for help to the God that never answers no matter how much they pray. Dad was more a guest than a resident. He came around once in a while to eat lunch—with a taut smile plastered eerily over his smooth features—and swiftly vanish to not return in that week .

They’ve stopped waiting for him and Natsu stops asking questions.

He’s thirteen when he meets Sei, a child around his age, except so much more charming and calm and composed for someone that carried half the same set of genes Natsu had. He learns of his father’s betrayal and is honestly shocked at his own lack of surprise. Still, he questions his God and why why why would He let mom’s heart shatter like that?

Sei is quick to laugh and tell him that God doesn’t exist and mom is just a victim to their monster of a father.

So he goes home that day to his outraged mother, hair coloured like glittery Christmas tinsel and sapphire lenses replacing his usual shade of honey brown. She snaps at the sight, yelling at him till her throat closes up, till nothing but a harsh sob escapes her and he lets her. They both had to cope somehow.

By the fall of his fourteenth year, he gets pierced four times and stops talking to his mother almost completely.

To hell with dad. To hell with God.

Natsu is fifteen, and he doesn’t care about anything anymore.

He’s fifteen and quickly realising from his daily job as a guitarist in the club that girls aren't attractive no matter how much they flock around him. He still humours them sometimes, a touch here, a kiss there since the pay is good enough for him to add some extra service on his part.

Mom plies herself with work as often as possible, to douse her misery in the decayed scent of piled papers and clunking keyboards. She leaves Natsu to deal with everything else on his own like the obedient son he is, letting him go like dad left her.

Natsu is alright, though. He’s done this far longer than she knows.

He stops reaching out to her, stops talking to someone up in the skies, settling instead to live a tranquil life in the shadows, under the dependable shade of music. He hates people. He hates the world.

Natsu is basking in the warmth of another uneventful day in the club, when in walks a boy out of fucking nowhere and his entire world tips on its axis.

The boy takes shaky, wary steps as if he were balancing on a trapeze. Dark black bangs like thick black rain spill over the side of his face, half covering wide brown eyes. Splotches of pink and porcelain white stick out where his sweater ends and skin begins. He’s small and delicate and beautiful, Natsu’s heart skips a beat. Or two. Or maybe three.

And why should he lie? Natsu has seen beautiful, quite a few varieties of it too. But this…this was different. This was unreal.

The boy looks around nervously before he catches something and there’s a spark in those hazel eyes, sharp and electric, a smile tugging at his lips.

Natsu follows his gaze. On the stage lies his own guitar—a pre-performance habit for people to know he was next. He took great pride because this itself garnered more clusters than anyone in the entire house.

Natsu smiles. So he was a fan.

He downs the customary shot of vodka, waving at the people before hopping on stage and wrapping the sling around his neck. He scours the audience for a familiar face and it doesn’t take a lot, to spot a splatter of ink black in the crowd, batting eager eyelids at him. The smaller boy realises the attention on him and glances behind to confirm his suspicion.

By the time he swings around, eyes blown wide in a stare, Natsu plays the first chord.

In an instant, his expression shifts to a mix of awe and interest, a silent worship and a loud cheer compiled in one small, thin body. He claps more than anyone else in the room, beaming like a floodlight by the time Natsu finishes.

It was nothing strange. He played among cheers every day but none felt as satisfying with this voice hooting and clearly standing out from his regular gang of squealing girls. He throws his head back laughing back stage when no one is there to see.

By the time Natsu gets out on the floor again, a little more thrilled for the night and dressed in something less flashy, he’s gone. He screws his lips in displeasure and asks his friend to make him something stronger than the usual.

This happens more nights than not, and it was frustrating him.

The moment Angel boy—as he’s dubbed him, steps in through the door, Natsu traces his every move and quickly registers a pattern. He only comes around on days the club was the busiest—specifically during Natsu’s performance, talks to no one and leaves before he has the chance to even ask a name.

Not that Natsu was interested in him or anything. He was just curious, is all—why this boy looked like a starved pet every time he saw him on stage and if he really smelled like soft winter blankets and warm fireplaces, all angelic and pure.

Okay, so maybe he was a little interested.

Months pass like that.

The mid-November chill comes with its blistering snowstorms and the club is jam packed—winters were some of their busiest months—and Natsu’s up to perform. Instead of preparing, he watches the door resolutely from the bar, tapping impatiently at the table.

As routine, it barely opens a crack, and he sees a sliver of ebony snaking it’s way through the crowd. The boy stands on his tippy-toes which don’t give him much of a view, so he does these tiny jumps—that are so adorable, for a second Natsu forgets his own name—and scowls when he notices no guitar on stage.

He checks the time, the stage and then scans the crowd. The anticipation throbs through Natsu as he follows his eyes cross the room in slow motion, dragging dragging until they eventually land on him. Everything stills—the thundering music, the singing and all he can hear is the low thump of veins against his skin.

It’s over in a flash.

“That your Angel boy?” The bartender gestures at the figure turning tail and running, drying the pad on his prized work station. He skillfully pours two coloured liquids into an oddly shaped glass and passes it over the counter to him.

Natsu hums, swirling the absinthe stained drink in hand, eyeing the smaller boy gasp as a couple slams against the door, clearly piss drunk with her suspended over his thighs and gyrating her hips into the man.

“Hey, chief.”

“Hm?”

“You think I can get off early tonight?”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Like when?”

“Like now.” Natsu answers, never letting his gaze falter from the head full of black hair slowly receding through the crowd, horrified.

The man guffaws, lifting a glass of water—since he can’t drink on duty—and clinking it with Natsu’s.

“Must be fuckin’ Christmas if you’re taking interest in anyone, so I’ll let this one pass. Don’t scare him off now. He already looks like a trembling lamb.”

Natsu knocks back the contents, swallowing the liquid till it numbs his entire mouth and smirks.

“I’ll try.”

So he follows the boy. Hands are immediately all over him from faces he recognises in passing—a girl he once kissed, someone that made him cake, but he pushes them off.

His boy of interest forces the hood of his shirt up all the way, and glances behind him once before increasing his pace. Maybe the lights are really getting to him and maybe Natsu is a little tipsy when he reaches out to grab his hand.

The boy flips around to lock eyes frantically, as if a ghost had seized him.

“Hey.” Natsu musters his sweetest smile.

“Hi..” The boy replies.

And oh, his voice. It’s sugary sweet and so so soft like—like actual rolls of smooth and silky cotton had woven them. He blushes fiercely under Natsu’s relentless gaze and stares where their hands were connected in a tight grip as if it burned holes through him.

Natsu frowns. “Don’t run.”

The boy’s gaze shoots up, and he’s pulling away.

“I-I’m sorry I really h-have to go—”

“It’s my birthday.” Goddamn, he must be really wasted to admit that. Now that he thinks about it, what did he just drink?

Twentieth November, the day he was born and incidentally also the day he found his father’s tongue down another woman’s throat, holding a child over his shoulder.

“Oh,” The boy stops, pursing his lips and letting the hood go all the way down before flashing easily one of the most ethereal smiles Natsu has ever seen.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” he replies awkwardly. “It’s not going really well.”

“No?”

Natsu nods. “It’s nothing different.”

“You want it to be special?”

The buzz in his nerves practically screamed a yes to that—he wanted something to remember, to bury the horrible memories he associated with this day, for the days he wished he was never born in the first place. He wanted to fit it all in this one boy in one night, this angel he didn’t even know, to free him from himself.

Natsu tightens his grip. “Dance with me?”

Oh boy, the alcohol was talking.

Angel boy looks at Natsu with wide doe eyes, peers back at their hands and gulps. Natsu frowns and releases his hold. He was drunk, probably a little more than he’d admit to, but he didn’t want to pressurize anyone—not when this boy already looked so out of his element, a beige hoodie and skinny jeans in a club full of scantily clad folk.

But he reverses the roles, grabbing Natsu by the fingers so delicately, he releases a soft hum of satisfaction. He rubs fingers between his own, feeling the brush of calloused fingertips on them. It reminds him of mom’s soft chest rising and falling when she slept beside him because he was her ‘perfect little angel’ and made him feel safe.

He misses it. Misses being safe. Misses being loved.

“Okay,” the boy mumbles, peering from under his natural hood of hair with a light smile. “Okay. Let’s dance.”

Natsu doesn’t really know what he’s doing anymore. The lights blink and they’re suddenly in stop motion. It tricks his brain into thinking of them as pictures trapped some place in his brain forever. So he stares and stares and captures the blush spreading like wildfire across the boy’s face, a smile widening in tandem with the soft beats.

They’re two faces among a thousand on a random winter night. The music isn’t his type nor is his attire anything to be proud of. But this boy. Holy heavens, if he isn’t the prettiest thing ever then the stars should be ashamed because damn, he’d beat them even on a bad day.

His hair sways—a steady swing of left right left right and a pleasant smile sits snug on his features like that’s where they belonged, that’s where they had always belonged and Natsu closes his eyes when their hands meet again.

This is perfect.

It’s when the music stills that they transition to a slower lull of movement, and the blaze of liquor in his blood emboldens him into yanking the boy a little closer. He lets him fall with a small plop on his chest and laughs when he rubs his nose, scowling.

“Why do you never wait back?” He asks, exhaling at the warmth the boy’s presence brings. Natsu puts his hand around his waist and he swears, it was like he wasn’t human, like someone had sculpted him out of clay, moulded to near perfection. And maybe he’s treading into dangerous waters, but his mouth had a mind of its own and there’s nothing he could do to stop it.

“I always look for you after I’m done but you’re never here.”

Pair of hazelnut eyes sheepishly peer at him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just.… not good at socializing.”

“So you say,” Natsu laughs, “But you’re doing better than me.”

“No way!”

“Yes way.”

“You have to be kidding me you’re so cool—and and so beautiful I really cannot—since the beginning I haven’t been able to take my eyes off—”

He squeaks when he's dragged closer by the small of his back. Their eyes meet. Natsu sees flashes of every happy moment of his life mirrored in them; His first recital, mom’s naturally loud laugh, the first time he played the guitar. They reach into Natsu’s soul and drag out his joy like the reel of a kite.

“I thought you were an angel,” he chuckles so close, he feels the boy shiver against his cheek. “I still do. Everyone here calls you Angel boy. Score a drink from them with that name sometime. I’m sure they’ll oblige you.”

“Angel? I—” He breathes a giggle, twisting silver strands with his fingers. “If there’s any angel here, it’s you.”

But this is fake, he wants to say. It’s fake, artificial, made of desperation because he never wants to look into the mirror and see his father’s face staring back at him. He won’t be him. He won’t.

“Atsumu,” he says. “My name is Atsumu.”

“Atsumu.” Natsu repeats in his head till it rolls naturally over his tongue. Like Atsu meaning heat and summer and everything bright and cheery.

Natsu purposefully lingers near his ear, to breathe his name in the air, smiling, content.

“ ‘Tsumu. It’s cute,” he hums. “You’re cute.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Definitely.” He chuckles.

Atsumu whispers, low and uneasy. “C-can I ask you something?”

“Mhmm.” At this point, his voice gave him a greater high than the drink he had downed fifteen minutes ago. Or was it an hour? He couldn’t really tell and decided very quickly he didn’t care, anyway.

“Why don’t you.. come to school?”

Natsu’s eyes open a crack to glimpse at the boy who trembles softly under him, as if he were admitting to a crime.

“I—” he continues in alarm, “I swear I’m not a stalker I just—Oh my god please don’t misunderstand me—”

“Calm down.” Natsu shushes, smiling apologetically at the few people around him that had been torn out of their aggressive make-out session as if they weren’t the ones that needed a room. God, if he sees another dick hanging out, he’ll have to bust out the chainsaw in the basement and go wild.

“So,” he leads them to a quieter corner with very few people and lesser eyes their way. “School,” he waves a hand dismissively, “It’s boring. Lots of people. Annoying questions. You know the drill.”

“Right,” he gulps. “Right so, I’m uhh—in your class I don’t think you noticed and I’m from an instrument club and someone asked us a question. Something about erotic sounds—wait that sounds bad—not erotic erotic but.…Ah, I’m bad at explaining.”

Natsu doesn’t keep back the dreamy giggle that leaves him, swaying lightly to the music. He’s exactly as he imagined—hell, even his name was spot on—all warm and giggly and fluttery.

“I’m still listening,” Natsu smiles. “Go on.”

Atsumu scrunches his nose and continues. “So one of my club seniors—he comes of a little rough but he’s really nice—went to one of my other seniors house who I think he really likes, and her mother told him it’s—I’m sorry am I too confusing?”

“I think I can manage.”

“Okay, so basically, her mother says it’s the pause in between his words and actions. The space that is just…there. And so I was writing about it—because I write everything—and Oka-kun saw my book.”

Natsu scowls. “Oka is annoying like that.”

The boy giggles this time. “Funny. He said you’d say that.”

“It’d be nice if he attempted to change it, then.”

“And so he told me you play music, where you work and that maybe you could do something good for once—I didn’t say that he did—So…” He moves his hand vaguely around them. “Here I am.”

Natsu hums against his head, bringing him to a slower pace as the song changes.

“I’ll have to thank him for that.”

“You’re not..angry?” He says through furrowed brows. “Oka-kun said you would be if you found out.”

He’s certain if Oka showed up here uninvited, Natsu would promptly kick him out. Because Oka is annoying. Atsumu however….

“So? Did you get your answer?” He asks instead.

The smaller boy makes a face, pulling all his features in to make his button nose stand out more than it already does and pout.

Natsu laughs. He’s been doing a lot of that today. Laughing.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Don’t get me wrong! Your performances are splendid and I really can’t get enough of them but the answer…I still haven’t reached a conclusion.”

Natsu plays with the fingers in his hand, shuffling to let them sink into the gap between his. Atsumu stares and responds by shyly tucking his fingers in.

“Want me to help you?” He whispers, tapping the side of Atsumu’s waist with his other hand.

“Can you?” He whispers back.

Can he? Yes. Should he? Probably not.

But what use is logic anyway, when a boy the embodiment of a sunny summer day amid a bitter winter stood enclosed in his arms?

Yeah. To hell with logic.

Natsu sways his hips, raking his free hand through Atsumu’s hair. He releases a pleased sigh when the tiny fingers between his tighten as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality, which was good. Natsu felt the same, like his sanity was slowly slipping through open fingers.

“Spaces…exist everywhere. In words, in voices, in time…” He draws their joined hands to his mouth, dragging wet lips over porcelain skin. Atsumu shudders, breathing in sharp, shallow exhales.

“These hands..there’s a space in between them too if you look carefully. We’re so close,” fingers tighten around his shirt. “But still never close enough.

He runs a palm down the boy’s face that angles and angles till plush, red lips are within kissing distance. They part and blow warm clouds of air that taste mint and chocolate in his mouth. Natsu smiles. “Space is where there is distance. Space is where there is intimacy. Space is where there is friction. And this exciting gap that keeps us wanting to be closer till not even an atom could squeeze in—” he leans in closer, “—is erotic.”

He backs away while he has the physical capacity to do so, before the alcohol overrides every decision in his head and they end up a tangled mess of limbs in some random hotel room, but Atsumu having none of it.

He pulls Natsu to himself, clutching the pleats of his shirt and tugging him down to his lips. Teeth knock loudly against each other and Natsu hisses lightly, parting to lick the tingle in the tip of his incisor away.

“S-sorry!” Atsumu covers his embarrassment behind shaky hands. Natsu wraps thin fingers under his chin, reeling him in slow and steady and closes the distance. It’s soft, like a snowflake on a tree, virgin snow settling on frozen water and ironically, melts him. It boils and freezes, ignites his soul into a firework of bursting flames. He’s touching, feeling, pulling until every inhale feels like fire in his lungs.

“Closer,” Atsumu murmurs, throwing nimble hands over his shoulder and locking their lips together like puzzle pieces on a gameboard. “Make the space go away.”

It’s chaotic, and it’s magical. Like every star in the galaxy twinkled around them tonight, like every blossoming flower settled wherever Atsumu touched him. He’s drunk on vodka, drunk on happiness, drunk on love.

Closer. Natsu pushes a knee in between his thighs. His mouth hangs open in a silent moan, eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head.

Closer. The hands in his air pull him in for another searing kiss, pressing for entry, to delve deeper, deeper into themselves. Atsumu nibbles lightly on his lip and Natsu lets him bruise him for tonight. To wreck him, destroy him.

Closer.

They settle for a slower casual rhythm when they part to breathe. He keeps them moving on the floor, smiling against a pair of swollen lips.

“School suddenly sounds much more interesting.” He says.

Atsumu squints incredulously. “We can’t do this at school.”

“No?”

“No!”

Natsu shrugs, pecking the tip of the boy’s nose. “Shame.”

“Then you’ll come?” Atsumu bumps his forehead against Natsu’s. “I’ll really see you tomorrow?”

“If you can walk home straight after tonight, then sure.”

Atsumu gasps and slaps him across the back, blushing as they leave the club, hand in hand, away into the wintery night.

Natsu turns sixteen—a little drunk, a lot happy—but he’s sixteen and he can pinpoint this as the day he falls in love even years later.

And every other birthday is insignificant but so much better, spent at home, in the arms of the boy that saved him in just one night, all those years ago.

Mom only ever asks where he’s going and who he’s moving in with while he packs his bags to leave. She frowns when he answers with the widest smile on his face, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“An Angel.”

Ignore the sloppy writing haha. I'm writing this while travelling back home after a god awful six hour exam.

It felt too plotless to post on my ao3 kdkcd—

If you look at the colouring of Natsu I based it on (go give @sasukeslove all the real love), I imagine the art as the morning after when Oka's annoying Natsu and Atsumu walks in through the door (≧▽≦)

[sexysilverstrider]

Thawed Heart (Kaelumi)

  He doesn’t deserve to be loved.

  “You’re not my brother!!”

  Those words ring clear in his mind no matter how many times he tries to shake it off.

  A twisted smile curls the corners of his mouth. How pitiful it feels, to know that the grim memory will always plague him no matter the amount of alcohol, no matter the amount of knight work he has drowned himself in. The brutal reminder that he was at fault—he is, still. The sickening images of him clashing steels against the young boy whose innocence he has killed. The cruel slap of reality that he felt no guilt, but instead satisfaction at the death of the man who took him in.

  He doesn’t deserve to be happy.

  “Kaeya?”

  And yet, happiness is what mocks him at arm’s reach.

  Crystal blue eye gazes at the young woman next to him. “Yes, my fair hero?” he responds, simple and sweet, just as the smile that he so craftly curls due to years and years of practice.

  It seems to pass right through her.

  “It’s getting dark.” She simply states. Her head cocks upwards, amber eyes gazing at the orange hue. “Let’s find a place to camp out.” Her voice is as cold as ice, yet laced with gentle sternness that radiates her entire being. Giving her head a turn to the left, she spots Paimon and Razor eyeing a couple of wild hogs not far from where they are standing.

  Judging by the glazed looks and drooling mouths, Lumine stands firm on her suggestion.

  “Let’s go hunt for dinner and then I’ll ask Amber to build a campfire.” Not waiting for the knight captain’s response, she finally brings her gaze back to him.

  She always seems as if she is looking past the mask he so deliberately wears.

  And yet, “Your orders, Ms Lumine.” His smile remains in place.

---

  Moonstadt doesn’t have seasons as far as he remembers, but the weathers can differ between long months. And as luck pushes it, their little quest together is brought upon a season that is warmer than usual. Thankfully, they are shrouded in a land filled with thick trees, but even that brings sweat and fatigue faster than usual for the group.

  Amber doesn’t seem to mind, though, but Kaeya figures it must be the vision in her that makes her adapt to the hot weather.

  The crackle of fire soothes their sights. After a hearty dinner, both Amber and Paimon are knocked out for the day. The pyro-user snuggles with her doll, all while huddling into a sleeping bag that Lumine assumes has thinner material considering the low heat for tonight. Paimon is sprawled next to Amber, tiny arms and legs spread apart as if she is making a dirt angel on the grass beneath her. Razor remains awake as he stands on a nearby cliff, keeping night-watch as usual despite Lumine’s disapproval.  

  “I keep Lupical safe.” He merely answered when she insisted that he should rest before their journey for tomorrow. Before Lumine could retort further, Razor simply ran away and kept watch at a distance so that she wasn’t able to lecture him.

  Smart boy, Kaeya thinks back with a twitch of a smile.

  “Are you not sleeping?”

  Her voice, soothing as it is, brings him back to reality. “Ah,” he replies, head turns to the left, “maybe in the next hour? I do want to enjoy these precious moments with the most famous hero in Moonstadt.” There it is again with her sugar-coated words, with the perfect curve of a masked smile.

  It always goes through her.

  “You don’t have to push yourself.” Amber eyes are fixated in the flickering flames. “I saw that you fought your hardest when we faced that Oceanid. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think we were able to face those stupid water creatures without slowing them down.” God, she still feels the ache on her lower back every time she thinks back about the water crab. Stretching her legs forward, Lumine sighs slowly.

  Her actions somewhat tickle his throat.

  “It was all thanks to your brilliant planning.” Though he was at shock when she told him that they were going to face the dreaded Cyro creature today, Kaeya was—in rare cases—at lost for words at the amount of times they faced the Oceanid today. As calm as she looks, the knight captain oftentimes forgets how…ruthless the mysterious traveller can be.

  Well, they all survive, so that’s what really matters.

  “So,” he eyes the abundance of materials piled up next to Amber and Paimon, “what’s the occasion? I don’t think you wanting to annihilate that Oceanid 5 times per day is some sort of new dangerous hobby?”

  He sees her shift.

  “It’s…” Hesitance bites her tongue, “for a friend.”

  Crack.

  He ignores the slight twitch in the corner of his good eye.

  “Ahhh…” A simple reply and a single nod. Curiosity clouds his mind. An emotion he does not wish to acknowledge flicks his heart. “And dare I assume that this friend didn’t actually request all of those materials?” Legs crossed, Kaeya leans further to get a closer look. The light of the fire allows him to see the shape of her face, the shape of her body. Though legs are bent and brought closer to her chest, he can see the tiny frown that tugs the corners of her mouth.

  She looks absolutely adorable.

  “No.” She shakes her head. “It’s more of a gift. He helped me a lot back in Liyue and I figured all these materials will help repay him for his cooperation.” Slender arms hug her knees. “Besides, he did show me around in Liyue, so all the more reason I should repay him for all the kind deeds he did for me.”

  Crack. Crack.

  Kaeya ignores it as best as he can.

  “I see.” His tone dips quietly. “That’s a shame. And here I thought I showed you a great time in Moonstadt despite the lack of rewards.” His words are masked with a smile. His words are hiding the aching vibrations in his chest.

  He sees her eyes roll.

  “I did pay you back. Remember that time we fought that Cryo Regisvine?” Oh, she especially does not want to remember that, either. “I couldn’t feel my fingers for a few days after fighting it. Amber almost had half a mind to shoot an arrow of fire at me if it means I get to feel warm.”

  Oh, he definitely remembers her gifts, alright. That was one of the days where it actually brought a sense of surprise from the knight captain.

  It seems that he is…unnerved that he isn’t the only one with the special treatment.

  “Ah, but I joined that fight too, remember? So it felt less like a surprise and more like a task.” Beautiful lips curve to a playful frown. The action brings back another roll of her eyes. Cute.

  “Are you suggesting you don’t want to join me in those quests then?”

  His eye widens. “Now how did you conclude to that idea?”

  Her head lowers until her chin rests on her knees. “Because it sounds like one.”

  Fuck, his rapid heartbeat is betraying him.

  His mouth holds back a smirk. “Now, now, Lumine.” Slowly he slides closer, itching to feel her warmth that soothes his traitorous heart. “Don’t sulk, my dear. I was merely teasing.” The light of the fire illuminates the curve of her nose, the glint in her eyes. Strands of blonde locks cascade down the side of her head, and his fingers itch to gently brush it to the back of her ear.

  He wonders if she feels the throbbing in her chest too.

  “Hmm…” Either lazy or tired to respond properly, Lumine looks back at the fire. Despite night has blanketed the sky, she still feels trickles of sweat on her neck and chest. Discomfort causes a tiny growl that bubbles behind gritted teeth. Legs once again stretched forward, Lumine wipes away the sweat on her neck.

  “Uncomfortable?”

  Her palm moves to her collarbone. His eye follows her movement.

  “A bit.” She isn’t a fan of hot weathers, anyways. Her other hand fans the open spots on her chest.

  Crystal blue eye remains silently on the place she is fanning.

  Emotions hidden behind the dim light of the fire, Kaeya then opens his mouth, “Do you want me to cool you off?”

  That ceases her wiping and fanning. “I’m sorry?” Quickly she looks to the side, amber eyes finally meeting a single glint of such mesmerizing azure.

  He should stop himself. He should brush it off again as a joke.

  “I’m a Cryo user.” Instead, he continues. “My body basically radiates cool.” Lost between the fine line of jest and seriousness, Kaeya spreads his arms open. “See? I’m not even sweating.” A smile he so proudly wears beams next to the dancing fire. “If you need to cool off, your personal cooler is right here.”

  He stops. Finally. He should have stopped at her quizzical response. He should have stopped before he could even breathe the first question out loud. As much as many Kaeya is also famous for his flirtatious advances, he should know that Lumine, of all people, would ignore—or in some rare cases, tease back—his shameless teasing—

  His heart thumps the hardest when he feels something—someone—moving closer to him.

  Immediately his eye opens, widens, at the petite figure that huddles closer to his chest. A fluff of blonde fills his vision. A flow of warmth caresses his stiff body.

  “You’re right,” she peeps, meek and softer than usual, “you are cool.” Slim fingers flinch and curl into small fists, Lumine bents her legs closer to her chest. He was taller than her, her head barely reaching his neck as she lightly bumps her cheek against his chest. She is careful as to not hit his bare chest, afraid and nervous that she is invading his privacy even more than she already is.

  Her body welcomes the soothing breeze. A sigh slurs unwarily to feel such cooling comfort seeping into her skin. Momentarily forgetting about her invasion of space, Lumine finally feels fatigue enveloping her.

  Her heart continues to thump madly, to scream in shame at her thoughtless action. A part of her was taking vengeance in all the constant teasing he had given her. Another part jumps to the invitation, despite knowing it was just Kaeya being Kaeya with his playfully empty words.

  She wants nothing more than to look at him now, to gauge his reaction. But the deed has been done, and Lumine knows she will be in deep shit if she were to pull back now after her foolish action.

  So with arms tight around her legs, Lumine hides her face on his chest.

  Her nuzzling merely causes a single flinch from him.

  She’s warm. The only thought occupies his mind like a beacon in a dark storm. Arms still spread apart, Kaeya gawks at the tiny hero on his chest. He wonders if she can hear his screaming heart. He wonders if she can feel the heat that starts to melt the ice within.

  He then suddenly hears a small snore.

  “Lumine…?” Her name feels so right on his tongue. Arms slowly dropped to the sides, Kaeya casts a peek. Shock continues to intensify to see her finally succumbing to slumber. He cannot believe it. To know, to feel, to see that she has put so much trust in him to be this vulnerable, Kaeya almost feels a laugh rumbling out of him.

  He doesn’t deserve to feel this happy.

  His smile wavers. His eye dims under the faint light. “Oh dear…” Feeling sluggish, defeated by the beautiful warrior so close to him, Kaeya slowly wraps his arms around her. One arm caresses the side of her waist. The other brushes her shoulder until his hand pats the back of her head.

  She feels so warm.

  “How dare you!!!”

  How cruel, he thinks, that the grim memory starts to play in his mind right now.

  She looks so innocent, so content with her dreams. The furrow in her brows is gone, revealing a creaseless forehead that entices him. The curve of her nose catches his eye, observing, memorizing the perfect shape until it rids the one memory he so deeply wishes to forget. Her breathing is gentle, even, caressing the open space in his chest, causing prickles in his skin until he forces a sigh.

  His eye then stops at the sight of her lips, pink, full, hypnotizing him with a desire that burns deep into the pit of his stomach.

  He wets his suddenly dry lips.

  Finally, Kaeya sighs, feeling tired as ever. Though his vision has prevented him from having a proper body heat, he finds it ironic how to feel hot from top to bottom.

  He doesn’t deserve this at all.

  His muscles feel sore. His heart aches terribly in his chest. The memory keeps playing on and on, taunting him as long as he walks on this very earth.

  And yet, his smile softens to a genuine curve at the sight of her.

  “Goodnight, Lumine…” He doesn’t deserve her. Any of this. He knows. “Sweet dreams…” So he decides to be selfish, decides to be foolish as he lowers his head.

  Chup… His lips meet her forehead, then lingers for a few seconds longer so that he can memorize the soft taste of her skin.

  Before succumbing to the screams of his past, Kaeya tightens his embrace and closes his eye.

  He wonders if this temporary happiness can stay forever.

END

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

As Far As Friends Go

This was kind of a transition chapter so cred’s to the show for the dialogue I used. But buckle up, shits really gonna go down next chapter.

Chapter 14 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12; Chapter 13)

Nixon - June 1944

The drop into Normandy was perilous. Just as Nixon had feared, nothing seemed to go as planned. It was as if the Germans were waiting for them to arrive based off of how much fire they experienced. Nixon, like most of the men, missed his drop zone but he was lucky enough to quickly link up with Battalion headquarters. It was a chaotic couple of first days in France as the airborne got situated in relation to the troops on the beach. Early into their arrival, Winters and the available Easy Company men took down some German guns. This not only saved a number of lives on the beaches but produced a map detailing German artillery positions. Looking at it, Nixon realized how important it could be. It couldn’t wait, so he decided to run to Utah beach to hand the map over to the higher ups who could do something with it. The run to Utah was only three miles, no worse than he had experienced during training. He was grateful though that Command decided to send the first two tanks that landed in to aid the 101st, thus providing Nixon with a ride.

He greeted Winters with a cheeky smile when he returned to the assembly area. “Going my way?”

Winters tossed his gun up for Nixon to catch, “sure.”

The men bunkered down for the night, scrounging for what food and beds they could find. The Battalion was on the move by June 8th on their way to take Carentan. As according to plan, the 101st forced passage into Carentan on June 10th and 11th. The days were hot and muggy, barely cooling down at night for the men dressed in heavy uniforms and equipment. Bugs were everywhere and exhaustion was setting in. Finally, they encountered the Germans. On June 12th the German’s were forced to withdraw and it seemed like victory was theirs. But Nixon was suspicious. Surely the Germans wouldn’t give up such an important position so easily; and he was right. On June 13th the 17th SS PzG Division counter-attacked. Thankfully, the U.S. 2nd Armored Division came in for support.

When Nixon returned to Battalion headquarters with news of their victory he found that Emily had finally arrived.

“Emily!” he wanted nothing more than to hug her in that moment. The last week had been exhausting. It was such a comfort to see her.

“Miss me?” she grinned up at him. Her smile was like a shot of morphine, he immediately felt his muscles relax. “You look a mess,” she shook her head.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, we’ve only been taking Carentan.”

“Congratulations,” she said, “did you like the tanks I sent you?”

Nixon looked at her flabbergasted. Then slowly, through the haze of his fatigue, he realized she was messing with him. “Ha ha. It would’ve been impressive if you had.”

“Yeah I wish, unfortunately I’m not that powerful yet.”

Nixon slung his arm around her neck, “no but I bet you know where to find me some food.”

Despite his exhaustion, Nixon didn’t sleep well those final weeks in Normandy. Instead, his alcohol intake increased. He had to re-fill his flask every day, sometimes topping it off throughout the day. He would need to replenish his stores soon. But no one anticipated how long they would actually be fighting in Normandy. In fact, the 101st had expected to be relieved much sooner. Strayer kept asking for patrols as the allies attempted to inch their way closer and closer to Germany.

Twenty-five days after D-Day Nixon was sent out on a patrol with Harry Welsh. It was a reconnaissance mission so Nixon was required to go. What they were looking for he wasn’t sure. The regiment had exhausted their knowledge of the German’s position in the area so any new piece of information could serve as an advantage.

Nixon peered through a pair of binoculars from where he and Welsh sat in the brush approximately 100 yards from a run down building. “We need to know what’s in there,” Nixon said.

“I don’t know who the hell to send,” Welsh said.


“Ask for volunteers.”

“I hate asking for volunteers.”

Nixon gave Welsh a pointed look, “then pick them.”

Blithe, Martin, and Dukeman moved in towards the abandoned manor. The rest of the paratroopers sat hidden in the grass behind Nixon. As they waited for Blithe and the others to get into position Nixon spotted something poking out of Welsh’s backpack.


“Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? You been hauling that thing around since we jumped?”

Welsh sucked his teeth, slightly embarrassed he said, “gonna send it to Kitty when we get back to England. Silk, figure it’ll make a good wedding dress, ya know, what with the rationing and all.”

Nixon broke view of where the trio was moving in towards the manor to laugh at Welsh, “jeez Harry, I never would’ve guessed.”

“What? That I’m so sentimental?”

“No, that you think we’re going to make it back to England.” Nixon peered through his binoculars again. His mind flashed to Emily as he watched the men crouch down behind an upturned cart. Bad news, he thought. He had suspected for a while now that Emily may have feelings for Welsh, a man who clearly was intending on marrying his betrothed. No matter how much he flirted, Welsh wouldn’t have bothered lugging that extra chute around if he wasn’t serious about Kitty. Bad news for Emily. Suddenly, a shot rang out.

“Covering fire! Covering fire!” Welsh shouted. Martin and Dukeman pulled a downed Blithe back behind the line. They passed Nixon who saw the blood gushing from the young man’s throat before Doc Roe got to him.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!” Welsh commanded.

Winters moved up from behind, “what happened?”

“Sniper,” Nixon said coming up to him.

Winters couldn’t take his eyes off the bleeding Blithe, “they’re pulling us off the front line.”

“Now?” Nixon demanded.

Winters turned to him, “to a field camp north of Utah beach. Hot food, and showers.”

With a last mournful look at Blithe, Nixon turned away to head back. Great fucking timing, he raged to himself.

Emily was at the camp surrounded by intelligence staff and nurses, who were busy at work tending the masses of wounded men.


“Nix?” her voice was gentle when he entered the intelligence tent.

“Couldn’t have let us know a little bit sooner? Sent the runner just a few minutes earlier?” he demanded.



“What are you talking about?”

“We were on a patrol and some kid is probably gonna lose his life because that information came a few minutes too late! I sent them in there, I told them to check it out but turns out we didn’t need to!” Nixon pounded his fist on one of the tables.

“Lewis I didn’t know, that information didn’t come from me.”

“You’re intelligence staff! You’re meant to know!”

“I’m not intelligence staff like you are! I’m no S-2,” Emily shouted back, “no one tells me anything!”

Nixon paced the room trying to calm down, “okay, okay,” he leveled his hands on the desk, “I’m sorry. I just -,”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry too,” Emily stood across the table from him, looking small in the dim light of the tent. “I do know one thing,” she said. He looked up, waiting for her to continue, “we’re going back to England.”

“Right, great.” And he stormed out of the tent onto the beach.

His insomnia didn’t improve even knowing that they were going back to a relatively safe zone. It was impossible to sleep with the sounds of men crying out all around and bodies held together by gauze and tape only paces away. Naturally, the night before they were meant to leave, Nixon couldn’t sleep. He grabbed his flask and made his way towards the dunes on the far side of the camp.

He plopped down on a ridge into a bed of marsh grass, the coarse tendrils tickling his wrists and neck. Nixon closed his eyes and inhaled. The whiskey he had guzzled earlier that night had seeped pleasingly through his veins. The summer air blew across the salty water cooling the sweat where it pooled around his collarbone and lower back. It was so peaceful. If it weren’t for the peppering of tents barely visible against the night sky, Nixon could have pretended he was there on holiday and not for a war.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a lean figure making its way up the dune towards him. Nixon braced himself for the quiet wisdom of Winters. However, the figure failed to grow as it approached him, only reaching a height of about 5′5″. The silhouette revealed itself to be Emily, dressed in another pair of slightly oversized O.D.s.

“What?” Nixon barked at her.

“I saw you pass by,” Emily dropped down beside him, bumping his arm on her way down. Disgruntled, Nixon scooted over slightly.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Why aren’t you?” Emily retorted.

“Couldn’t.”



“Same here.”

Quiet fell between them, a comfortable quiet but Nixon could sense Emily wanted to say more. Finally, her lips parted and she said, “it’s not something you can get over.”

“What?”



“Seeing the men like that.” Emily searched his face in the dark for any reaction. Nixon stared straight ahead. “It’s disturbing and not something anyone should ever have to witness.”

Nixon licked his lips to speak, but all that came out was, “yeah.”

Emily paused, then reached for his flask. She pulled it from his grasp and took a swig, “It’s over for now. We have to find comfort in that.”

“Right, some comfort in that,” he took the flask back for another drink. They sat there side by side listening to the waves crash against the shoreline. As the night waned on, Emily began to doze off. Her head fell to rest on his shoulder. Nixon considered waking her to walk her back to her tent but then decided against it. He didn’t want to disturb her. If she woke up now who knew if she would be able to fall asleep again. Besides, he enjoyed sharing a little sliver of the world with her in that moment. A sliver that was simple and not perverted by violence.

When the sun rose, she stirred and they both made their way back to their tents for a desperate last few hours of sleep before they were to ship off. As Nixon was boarding the ship he saw Emily standing on the Mulberry harbor hugging a dark, thin woman dressed in a nurses uniform. The woman brushed wild hairs away from Emily’s forehead then pressed something into her hand. Nixon couldn’t help but wonder what that exchange had been about. Out of curiosity, he met Emily at the gangway.

 “Who was that?” he asked.

“Hm?” Emily pulled a paper wrapped candy out of her pocket.

“Who was that woman you were talking to? A nurse?”

“Oh yeah, that’s my friend Marwa.”

“I didn’t know you had female friends.”

Emily rolled her eyes and popped the candy into her mouth.

“What was that?” Nixon pointed to her mouth.

“Ginger candy, you want one?” Emily offered him a candy and Nixon accepted, beginning to feel like his old self again standing next to her.

[deceitfullyanxioussss]

Must Have Been the Wind

Hey guys! I kinda already posted this on my ao3 a few months ago and just realized I forgot to post it here as well so like, here you go I guess lmao

Summary: Remus goes back to his apartment and wants a nap after a bad day at work. Instead, he finds he is kept up by some very troubling sounds coming from the room above his.Remus decides he wants to help this stranger.

Song fic! Must Have Been the Wind - Alec Benjamin

CW: Cursing, and uh, Remus being Remus ig? Oh, and minor homophobic character (Lemme know if I need to add more)

Proof-read by @queroze, thank you again, even though this was a while ago lol

Remus let out a huff of breath, feeling his tense muscles relax as he practically melded into the couch. The plan was for him to catch a nice nap after his exhausting day at work.

   He was a barista at a coffee shop, which usually wasn’t too bad. He liked his job. Often, he even found it relaxing.

   However, there can be days that are just the exact opposite of relaxing.

   It seemed as though every customer he came across that day woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh, and don’t even get him started on the Karens. The Karens were nearly impossible to deal with.

   A frown slipped on his face, recounting the worst part of his day. There was a very verbal homophobe who came in today.

   Remus was very openly gay and always wore a pride pin on his apron next to his name. He had the unfortunate luck of having to take, and make his order. He probably had to stand there for a full 5 minutes, just listening to his lecture about how wrong gay sex is. Remus was able to shut him up by reminding him of the line behind him.

   It didn’t end there though.

   A lesbian couple walked in not long later, hand in hand. It didn’t take long for it to catch the attention of this man, who immediately jumped at the chance to pull another 500 slide PowerPoint out of his ass.

   The rest of his co-workers decided that he had to be ushered out of the shop. Nothing about getting him to leave was easy though, not in the slightest. He went out yelling and cursing the whole way.

    The two girls were very lovely though, they had a nice conversation about the upcoming pride event, and he was more than happy to give them both free refills on him.

    So he guessed the day wasn’t all bad, but it still seemed to drag him out as if he was dough under a roller, crunching off of his bones into powder and flattening all his veins against his skin.

     Yes, a nap seems like a good idea.

     Remus’s eyes fluttered closed, fatigue quickly overtaking his body.

   Just then, a sharp, yet muffled noise cut through the serenity of silence.

   Some barely-conscious part of his mind gained interest in this sound.

   What was that? It kind of sounded like glass.  It had murmured through its TV static atmosphere.

   The rest of his mind, nearly completely asleep, wordlessly communicated that it was probably nothing, and he should just focus on sleeping.

   That seemed to calm his brain enough to settle down.

There was a little sliver of his mind that wasn’t quite ready to let go of the sound yet, though. It kept listening, even if undetected by the rest of the brain. It seemed right to do so, as muffled sounds of yelling and sobbing registered through its cloudy state.

   It was then Remus blearily pried his eyelids open and sat up.

   The fuck?  Remus groaned internally, forcing his body into an acceptable sitting position. Confusion stuck onto his brain like wrinkled cling wrap as he tried to make any sense of the hazy world around him.

   A loud thud was heard from the floor above, followed by an emotionally drained cry.

   Remus grunted and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.

   For maybe just a split second, his heart felt sympathy for the person, but he was just so tired. It’s not like it was his problem, right? He could just ignore it and go back to sleep.

   He flipped over on his side so his head faced the back of his sickly green couch and closed his eyes, trying his best to draw his attention away from the sounds upstairs.

   He must have laid there for a good while, trying and failing to push the sounds to the back of his head, his anxiety amping up little by little the longer the crying persisted.

   Eventually, Remus let out a loud, guttural sigh and stood up swiftly. He couldn’t just ignore them, he had to help.

   Making the decision, he walked towards his coat-rack and hastily tossed his jacket over his shoulders, bee-lining to the elevator.

   He silently curses the elevator for being so slow as he restlessly waited for the doors to push open, and when they do he wasted no time getting in and selecting floor 2.

   Remus usually enjoyed the tacky elevator music, but he found it only served to tick him off this time around. The music seemed to drag time out even slower and he was already so, so restless.

   Ding.

   With that, he stepped out and eagerly trodded down the hallways, stopping in front of the desired location. He raised a hand and knocked on the door with little hesitation, the anxious tapping of his foot echoed within the empty halls.

   Remus listened with rapt attention through the door, hearing as the person inside scrambled to make themself look even the slightest bit presentable.

   He waited impatiently, his gaze anxiously wandering around for some sort of distraction or stimulation. They landed on the grossly patterned navy blue carpet, look completed by the numerous stains that have accumulated over the years. Finding little interest there, he moved onto the walls. The dim, sparse lighting made the colour look like a shit brown. Impulsively, he reached to run his fingers along the many indents that found a home among the distasteful brown. The tactile stimulation instantly captured his focus, and he let the rough surface soothe him.

   Remus, too caught up in the stimulation, had forgotten his original purpose of being there. He startled back to reality upon hearing the soft click from the door. He immediately snapped his head back up, being met with a pair of mismatched eyes and a scarred face. This person was looking up at him with what he thought was supposed to be a confident expression. The effect was dampened by his pink-ish eyes, mussed hair, and the pastel yellow sweater he had hooked all the way up to his chin.

   Remus gave the other a small wave, just then realizing he had no game plan. Did he just… ask? Did he make small talk first? Should he invite him to his coffee shop for a drink and talk there?

   The other reciprocated the wave, smirking. “How may I help you, sir?” He asked politely

   Remus cleared his throat, deciding he should just be direct with this conversation. He was never really good at softening his approach anyway.

   “Hey, so, basically I heard something shatter and a lot of crying and yelling and I was kinda concerned about it, so I came to ask if you were ok.”

   The two men stared at each other for a few seconds before Remus spoke up again. “So, are you ok?”

   He heard the other snicker quietly, a gloved hand waving as if to dismiss the question. “Oh, my. That’s ridiculous. Your ears must be playing tricks on you, my dear.”

   Remus took notice of how he subtly buried his face deeper into the sweater.

   His attention was brought back up as the scarred man spoke again.

   “Thank you for caring, sir, it’s very kind of you, but I have some urgent work to get back to. I wish I could tell you about the noise, but I'm afraid I didn’t hear a thing.” He shook his head. “Perhaps it was merely a harsh gust of wind.” He suggested.

   Remus let out a quiet sigh, but nodded and accepted the answer.

   The two waved each other farewell as Remus trudged back to the elevator.

Remus had been laying down, back pressed hard against the cold concrete of the floor. The chill from beneath seeped in through his spine and into his chest, weighing him down heavily. He just couldn’t stop thinking about his upstairs neighbor.

   It had been hours since his last visit already, and the man upstairs was still pacing across his apartment, occasionally he would stop and silence would follow. The pacing always started back up though.

   Absent-mindedly, his hands fiddled with the necklace around his neck, running his fingers across the cool, smooth metal.

   He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, and he wanted to help.

   Remus knew that he didn’t have all the facts, and he didn’t really want to intrude on the man’s life. There was a possibility that nothing was wrong, and he was  just imagining things. He didn’t want to pester his neighbor with his stupid, false worries.

   But what if something is wrong?   You saw his puffy eyes. You know you heard those sounds.  His mind kept telling him.  You can’t just leave him alone, can you?

   Remus nodded to himself and for the second time that day, stood and made his way back to the other’s door. More hesitantly this time, he knocked. His raps were slow and unsure as he swayed nervously from side-to-side.

   He heard the pacing stop, and he waited, his focus on nothing but his shoes this time around. Then he heard footsteps approach the door and he looked up just as the door swung open.

   He was met with the same mismatched eyes, messy hair, and sweater. He didn't forget to take note of the new eye bags and odor he’s sporting with him though.

   “Oh, it’s you again.” the nervousness of his neighbor's voice managed to carry through despite the fabric covering his mouth.

   Remus ran a hand through his hair and looked to the side. “Yeah.” he chuckled unsurely.

   “I just- I’m still worried,” he said, smile falling. “I know you said you were fine, but… I just felt the need to check again. It’s- those sounds- they’re not leaving me alone.” he tentatively looked up into the other’s eyes. “Are- Are you sure you’re ok?”

   Remus is pretty sure he saw the scarred side of his face twitch, probably in annoyance he’s sure. He knew it was a bad idea to come back up. He was always such a bother, even to his own family. What made him think a stranger would appreciate seeing his face twice in one day?

   “Yes.” the answer cut through Remus’s thoughts and redirected his attention. “I am absolutely positive that everything’s fine.” There was a hint of irritation that Remus desperately wished he didn’t hear.

   “Once again, thank you for caring, it’s very kind. Truly. But I really do have some urgent work to get back to. I wish I could help you with the noise, but I didn’t hear a thing. In fact, I’m almost certain it was just the wind. You need to stop worrying so much over such a trivial thing.”

   Remus’s body became hot with shame as he shrunk in on himself. He nodded at the man before he sluggishly made his way back.

The following morning, he didn’t even bother with breakfast. Immediately going over to slouch on his couch, he stared back up at the ceiling. It seemed to be a new favourite hobby of his apparently.

   He had a lot of time to think about the previous night, about his last interaction with the man upstairs.

    There was no way those sounds were from his imagination. He was in a groggy state when he heard the yelling, sure, but surely the pacing wasn't something his ears made up. Surely, the messy hair and puffy eyes weren't something his eyes made up.

   His mind carefully brought up the idea of confronting him again, but he quickly winced and scrapped the idea. The irritated voice of the other causing his gut to lurch in a nauseating way.

   He was most certainly not going to be looking him in the eyes for a good while now.

   He was starting to break through the surface though, right? Maybe he should just call it quits and admit that he can't help.

   He couldn't just go back up again, he didn't think he could take the ice-cold, biting irritation again.

   Remus sat, rolling the interactions over in his head. Whoever said anything about a letter?  A lightbulb sparked, setting an explosion through his body that jolted him up from his seat with a gasp.

   "A letter! That's so simple! I don't have to face him again, and he doesn't have to feel as much pressure! I'm a fucking genius!" He yelled, pumping his fists into the air with triumphant gusto.

He rushed over to his desk, brimming with excitement as he began to write.

   In Remus's very distinct, messily scrawled printing, he began:

   Sup Mr Scarface! (I haven't even thought to ask your name yet lmao)

   Listen up nerd! I  promise  I'm not playing tricks on you when I say this

   You’re  always  welcome to come in

   You could stay here for an hour or two if you ever need a friend. We can talk about the noise when you’re ready

   But… til then I’ll say it must have been the wind.

   Yours sincerely, annoying dude from yesterday ;)

   Remus let out a long, pleased sigh as he gave it a quick once-over. He saw many mistakes, but he gave them not even a second glance before he was already out of the door.

   He was going to deliver this letter and it was going to be wonderful!

Remus shucked his jacket off and onto his coat-rack upon returning from work the following day. It had been a pretty good day today. No awful homophobes, that's for sure.

   Turning his T.V. on for background noise, he moved over to his miniature kitchen. Distantly aware of a news reporter talking about some murder, he got started on his rice and gravy.

   Perhaps 10 minutes passed by when he heard a gentle rapping on the front door.

   Remus curiously strode over and opened his door, surprised to see the man from upstairs in front of him.

   "Oh, wow. Hey there, dude! Didn't expect to actually see ya this soon!" Remus exclaims.

   "I, uh, yeah…" the scarred man shifted in place for a few moments, burying his face into his sweater. "If the, uh, offer is still open, I’d love to have someone to talk to,” he mumbled through the thick fabric.

   Remus stood and processed the words for a few seconds before grinning widely.

   "Of course! Of course! Come on in, my man! Lunch will be done in a bit if you want some!”

   The other smiled and shyly slunk into his apartment

   "I’d love that.” He said. “Thank you.”

   "Not a problem at all! My name's Remus by the way!" He excitedly extended a hand for the other to shake.

   Said man looked at his hand for a moment or two before carefully clasping his own around it.

   Even more carefully, his shy voice spilled a simple name. "...Janus."

[cockasinthebird]

Spending time beneath the stars - Best Friends AU Part 1

06:08am

The sun sits grinning in the early morning sky, shining brightly down at the drowsy and utterly listless flock of students, as they stagger about with their suitcases in tow, standing in long lines to whichever bus they've been assigned to for this mandatory little adventure.

A "fun start of the year" senior trip to Hoffman Lake, to sleep in tents for 3 nights and really "rough it out" as a last hurrah before embarking on their last year in Hawkins High. Or so the guidance counselors and teachers and the principal said last Monday at the first school assembly of the year.

Yet somehow one Billy Hargrove manages to stand with a straight back, head held high, and a wide grin with perfect teeth, as he helps some poor, exhausted girls with their luggage.

They giggle at how his exposed biceps flex as he lifts up the baggage and throws it into the storage compartment, then lowers their sunglasses a bit to bash their long lashes at him and chime out a blithe, 

"Thank you, Billy." 

"No problem, ladies," his response near chivalrous as he gives them that panty-dropping smile he's so famous for. 

And as they reluctantly step aside to keep the line moving, Tommy H shoves his way past some other poor student to get all up in Billy's face with two suitcases - his own and Carol's. 

"Hey if you need any condoms on this trip, or maybe the tent alone for a bit, just say the word and I'll drag Steve off to somewhere," Tommy says with barely any discreet insinuation, nodding in the direction of the two girls who nearly trip over themselves as they stare back. 

Billy chuckles and gives them a light wave, "If Harrington even shows up." 

The bus leaves at 6:30, and at 6:11 there's still no sign of the aforementioned trust fund kid. 

"Maybe his daddy bought him a ticket out of this trip," Tommy groans, and if Billy didn't know any better, he'd have guessed there was a hint of jealousy to those words. "Who the fuck even decides to go camping for a senior trip? In goddamn tents!" 

"If you're gonna bitch and whine like this the entire trip, I'm gonna kick you out of the tent to go sleep with the mosquitoes and bears," Billy grunts out with irritation and exertion as he helps with more bags.

He's usually not known for being charitable, but getting to show off like this in front of all his lethargic peers is a bit of a rush.

Billy gets up at 5 every morning to go for a jog, preferably also a swim during summer, lift a bit of weights, take a scalding hot shower, then spend far too long on his hair, picking out the right shirt and deciding on rings. So really this is no issue at all, and by God if he doesn't flaunt that with a blindingly fresh show of teeth. 

"You… You don't think there's actual bears out there, do you?" Tommy seems more awake now than ever, rubbing the back of his neck and brown eyes wide open. 

"Tommy," Billy says with a stern and oh so serious tone, "Either you become useful and help me here, or you can go fuck off to your girlfriend." 

"Alright geez!" Tommy takes a tone of great offense, but keeps a smile to hopefully stay friendly with Billy, then vanishes into the crowd to probably find Carol and save them all some seats on the bus, Billy doesn't care.

It takes 9 more bags stuffed underneath the bus when Billy grows too impatient and finally checks his watch - the one Steve gave him a few months ago for his birthday - and it reads 6:23.

When it ticks into 6:24, the all too familiar brown BMW drives through the parking lot, and Billy has to restrain himself from appearing too eager as he pushes through the crowd of yawning classmates, and stops up perfectly in front of the passenger seat to Steve’s ride.

In one spirited move, he opens up the car door and leans down with the most irritating, shit-eating grin, as he looks at the barely alive Steve Harrington. “Good morning, princess.”

Steve’s stare is cutting, the bags under his eyes heavy and dark, and he can’t even respond with more than a drowsy grunt; his head lolls against the seat as he sinks lower down, oh so defeated. 

Out the driver’s seat jumps Ms Henderson, fresh and beaming with joy as always, no matter the hour of the day. “Oh good morning, Billy!” she chimes and walks briskly to the trunk.

“Morning Ms Claudia,” Billy responds with his undeniable charm. “Stevie here staying up too late again?”

“It’s terrible, really! Him and Dusty stayed up all night playing some new game on that Nintendo box thing!” she sighs with feigned irritation and rolls her eyes, but with a smile that definitely means boys will be boys.

“Why are you so… awake,” Steve asks rhetorically and his feet land with loud thuds onto the pavement.

With what little energy he possesses, Steve hauls his ass out of the car and stands slumped forward in front of Billy’s energetic pose, hands on his hips and a teasing smile that only adds to the irritation of the far more fatigued boy, whom frowns beneath his unkempt mane.

“You know I’m up by 5 every morning; gotta keep fit for all my admirers,” Billy laughs all too loud, and enjoys the way Steve winces at it.

Who then promptly crashes his forehead against Billy’s broad shoulder, groaning out a long, “Ssssssshut up, fuck.”

Which shocks Billy more than it probably should - they’ve been best friends for what feels like all their lives, and in those years they’ve definitely touched each other a fair share, but still, whenever Steve is the one to initiate it, there’s a pang of heartache deep in Billy’s very core, igniting something all too hopeful.

Yet he braves on, slings an arm around Steve and brings him to the back of the beemer.

Where Billy helps Claudia lift up the heavy weekend bag from the trunk, undoubtedly filled with all those thousands of products that Steve uses daily; he even carries an extra bag to PE and practice because of it all. 

She thanks him breathlessly, then steers toward Steve, cups his depleted expression in her hands, and softly says, “Be safe, ok? Wear sunscreen, drink plenty of water, don’t go out too deep in the lake, and if you see a bear, pee your pants! The smell will deter it from mauling you!”

Steve nods and smiles, mumbling out a row of yes’s.

“Good, I’ll be right here to pick you up on Monday, 2pm, alright?” And with the most gracious show of maternal love, she guides him lower till she can reach his forehead, and plants a kiss there.

And Billy has to look away at that - pretends to scan the crowd for someone or something, and pushes his sunglasses further up in hopes it’ll disguise his painful jealousy of having someone love you like that, of having such a kind hearted mother figure in your life.

“Take good care of him!” she says, directed at Billy, who flashes a convincing smile, and responds cheerfully with a,

“Will do, Ms Henderson!” And he reaches out to pull Steve along. “Come on, pretty boy, or they’ll leave without us!”

“Would that really be so bad?” Steve whines and relies too heavily on Billy’s ability to keep them both upright.

“What, King Steve too good to sleep in the woods?” Billy chuckles as he drags along the suitcase, really doing all the work between them, but for Steve he doesn’t mind.

They’re the last two to board the bus, every single seat filled except for somewhere near the back, where Tommy Hagan waves one hand to ensure that the popular kids stick together, his other arm around Carol whose make-up makes her seem more awake than the way she smiles.

Billy pushes past Steve to walk in front, ready to fight even him for the window seat, and he throws himself onto the bench - scoots all the way up to make sure there’s plenty of room for Steve.

“Hey, Harrington, nice bags,” Tommy mocks like a ‘friend’ would, and points to his eyes.

“Yeah, what are those, Gucci?” Carol quips and laughs at how completely drained Steve is, as he tips his head to the side to look at them both across the way.

“Har har,” he says dryly and is quick to turn away from their jesting ridicule, only to be faced by Billy who laughs all the same. “Don’t even.”

“What?” Billy’s voice incredulous, grinning all mean, “I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve hums out in disbelief.

From the backpack he carried on for the long trip to Hoffman Lake, an hour and a half drive from Hawkins, Steve pulls out a walkman and headset. And he keeps staring straight into Billy’s wonderfully blue eyes, as he lifts up the headset and places it firmly on his ears.

“You really gonna do this to me?” Billy feigns offense as he watches how Steve’s pink lips spread in a smirk. “Just leaving me alone for the ride there?”

And without looking away, Steve turns on the walkman, the mixtape inside whirring into action, and Karma Chameleon starts playing just loud enough for Billy to hear at this short distance from where he leans against the window.

He moves his lips without words, pretending to talk.

“I can’t hear you,” Steve says, not realizing that there’s nothing being said, but notices how Billy’s chest shakes with a chuckle.

He then tilts his head backwards, eyes slipping closed, unaware - or perhaps just oblivious to the fact - that Billy keeps looking at him, admiring the view, whose heavenly gaze smooths down his seatmates weary form, to where there’s barely any space between them, thighs only inches apart from touching.

Perhaps Billy moves his leg; guiding his knee till it’s met with Steve’s own, and when the other doesn’t jerk away at the contact, they stay like that. And maybe Billy is a bit disappointed, or some semblance of it, that Steve is too tired to sit and talk with him on the ride to the camping grounds, but there’s no doubting that the two of them will be sharing a tent together for the next three nights, so they’ll find time to hang out.

Although it’s not as if they haven’t just spent nearly every hour available together during summer break, when neither of them had work or family matters to attend to, that is. Steve had spent three weeks visiting family in Italy, and Billy spent two in California, where all he thought of was Steve Steve Steve. Wonders if Steve thought about him, too.

Billy remains far off in his own thoughts as the bus starts moving, the trees outside passing by quickly, minutes ticking into eternity, songs blasting out Steve’s headset, when he feels an unexpected heat to his right.

He looks to find Steve’s head resting on his shoulder, asleep, drool threatening to drip from his slack mouth onto Billy’s naked arm. And there's an uncomfortable fluttering in his chest, all too familiar, paired horribly with an aching in his hand to hold the other's, the fresh scent of expensive shampoo intoxicating; inviting him to lean in and get a good whiff. And Billy would have, were it not for the fact that they're surrounded by loud mouthed peers, and the way Steve leans against him is already a dangerous affair. 

And Steve’s cheek burns against Billy’s bare shoulder, sweaty skin on skin, making him hyper aware of every breath he feels tickle down his arm hairs. 8 years and he’s still just as sensitive to it all. It’s pathetic and embarrassing, but no one seems to notice, so maybe it’s also ok.

In the row next to them, Carol and Tommy sit just as close as Billy and Steve, albeit a bit more intimately so with their fingers laced together and Tommy occasionally pressing kisses into the ginger hair. And Billy feels jealous at that, at being able to be affectionate with the person you love so openly without fear or shame, but that’s just not meant for him.

Which he’ll hopefully someday come to terms with. Until then though, he’ll allow himself to enjoy what little he can. Like the way Steve leans against him now. With a lovelorn sigh, Billy tears his eyes from that mess of a hair and moled skin, to instead stare out into the blur of green and brown that flies by, and hopefully time will do just the same.

[imnotwolverine]

The good, the bad and the parents

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: There’s a lot of ups and downs when you live your life in the spotlights... Gosh this chapter got so long. OOPS. I hope you Henry-bear lovers can endure. 

Word count: 4.918

Disclaimer: fluff

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This is part 11 of the Tea for Two story. 

Find the Masterlist here. 

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The cab rocked over the cobbled stones as it moved at a snail’s pace through the narrow London streets. I wasn’t even bothering anymore to check what time it was, but it was dark and it had been raining for hours. Prejudice confirmed: England stands equal to rain. Blergh. I really hadn’t missed this moody European weather.

I looked over at Henry, whose baritone voice hummed through the cab as he was making a phone call. He was rubbing his temple in annoyance, his whole body silently screaming: Fuck this phone conversation. Poor bear. 

I felt my heart ache for him, but it didn’t seem like a good moment to bother him with well-meant cuddles. I looked back out of the window, trying to find any street signs. Were we almost there? The thick water drops on the window made it rather difficult to decipher anything and I soon enough gave up, sighing softly.

This had been one shitty journey. Excruciatingly long, with lots of bad weather, endless delays, some trouble with Kal’s traveling papers and as a cherry on top: lost baggage. Sometimes travelling was fun. Sometimes it wasn’t. Today it was definitely the latter.

‘Madam, sir, looks like the road is blocked. I could drop you off here. It’s a 5-minute walk to the address if you take a right turn here.’ The cab driver pointed at a small alleyway between the sloping brick buildings. Henry looked up from his call, moving the phone from his ear and covering it with his hand. ‘Alright..’ He nodded, before looking at me with a defeated smile. ‘Let’s go home.’ He said, the fatigue evident in his voice. I nodded in turn, sitting up and paying the cab driver while Henry quickly finished his phone call.

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After what seemed like the longest suitcase walk from hell, including freezing cold rain, uneven cobblestone roads, a very impatient Kal tugging at his leash and a tired-to-the-bone Henry..we arrived. Finally! For heaven’s sake!

Henry was busy digging up his keys, so I took the moment to look around, the rain having thankfully dimmed down to a light drizzle. I wiped the wet strands of hair out of my face and peered through the dimly lit street. I could distinguish a small courtyard, surrounded by a dozen small Mews houses laid out in pretty red brick. This is rather cute. I didn’t know what I had exactly expected from Henry’s house. I guess probably something more modern. Something like a Hollywood bachelor pad with large windows and clean white walls. Now…this was anything but that. This was actually really quaint and romantic.

I felt Henry’s hand on mine as he took my suitcase, awakening me from my silent observation of the neighbourhood. Our eyes met. ‘So..’ Henry started, moving my suitcase inside, being immediately interrupted by Kal who’d walked up to Henry, shaking off the rain from his thick fur coat. ‘KAL! Come on man.’ Henry wrinkled his nose as the drops flew around, his one arm trying to shield himself, while the other pushed Kal to the back of the hallway. I chuckled softly. ‘Try two.’ Henry sighed, stepping back towards the door and gesturing me to come inside. ‘Milady. I’d like to welcome you to my..humble abode.’ He said, politely nodding his head. I smiled warmly at him, quickly shrugging off my coat as he took it from me, placing it on a hook near the door.  

The house oozed “Henry”. Be it the slightly musky smell, the coatrack full of discarded jumpers and coats - all his - or the gazillion dog toys that were strewn over the floor. Okay, maybe the house was 50% Kal, 50% Henry. I smiled at the thought as I heard Kal’s nails happily ticking on the old oak floors. I looked over my shoulder, seeing Henry still standing near the door. What was he up to? His large blue eyes looked back at me quietly, expectantly. Was he nervous about my first impression of his house? I smiled a reassuring smile before peeling off my wet shoes and joined Kal in what appeared to be the living room.

Henry followed close at my heels as I started to look around. A small living room with a soft grey corner sofa, shelves filled with movie paraphernalia, fantasy books and pictures. And of course Henry’s trusty treadmill, that was placed in the far back corner - used whenever he didn’t feel like doing his morning cardio outside. ‘This is so much homelier then I expected.’ I smiled, looking for Henry over my shoulder, but instead being greeted by his whole body as he pressed himself against me.

‘Hmmm.’ Henry hummed, his wet hair dripping on my cheek. I chuckled softly, leaning into his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around me, his hands folding around mine to warm them back up. ‘You’re freezing.’ He whispered, pulling me even closer. I nodded in silent agreement. I was too tired for polite conversation and just wanted to enjoy his hug, allowing my eyes to fly back to Kal who was zooming around the house happily, a toy squashed in his large muzzle. ‘Well at least ONE of us still has some energy left.’ I groaned. ‘Yea..I probably should walk him soon before he breaks the whole place down.’ Henry said, pushing his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. ‘Probably.’ I smiled, enjoying his hot breath as it made my skin tingle. I had long forgotten the cold and rainy weather outside now my personal body heater had pressed himself against me. I hummed happily, turning around in his arms and looked up into his stormy blues. ‘Welcome home.’ I said, earning the first real - albeit tired - smile from him in hours.

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The next morning I decided to give myself a little house tour. Henry had of course shown me some essentials last night. Essentials like the toilet and the bed. And…well..okey..maybe that was actually all. We simply hadn’t made it much further than the bed since we had been too tired. But.. the good news was that it had left me a whole 2 bedroom house filled with Henry’s stuff to explore now Kal and Henry were out for a quick morning walk, picking up some breakfast for the three of us. Perfect timing for some snooping around.

One shower later, my body now wrapped in some comfy dark blue palazzo trousers and a big beige sweater, I decided it would be the upper floor first. A floor that was covered in such light beige carpet that it was an absolute no-go-zone for Kal and his mess. No dog toys to be tripped over at night. The master bed room with its four poster king size bed was simple yet effective. There was a large closet with Henry’s clothes on one end of the room and it connected directly to a good sized bathroom with his and hers sinks, a toilet, shower and bath. Quite the luxury for London standards. On the landing there was another huge built-in closet running the whole length of the wall. I opened a few doors. Gym clothes, neatly stacked. Of course. Another door. Leather jackets, at least 20. Goodness..me. I don’t think I ever met a man with this many clothes. The closet door at the far right however proved to be the most interesting. Oh yes! Costumes! I let my hand glide over some of the materials. Movie costumes. Hmm. I had been aware of the fact that only one set of each costume was saved when a movie production was wrapped up. But I had never really thought about what happened to the other costume sets. Well. Apparently they were all stored here by Henry, as this closet was about to burst with the many costumes it contained.

My fingers drifted over the fabrics, before halting when they touched a supple deep red fabric. Hmm. Intriguing. Very different from all the medieval-like browns and greys. I pulled it out. A cape. Oh. OH! Superman’s cape! Well how about that. It was surprisingly light, flowing effortlessly through the air as I moved it around. Pretty.

‘Honey, I’m back.’ Henry’s voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs. DARN! I hadn’t even heard the front door. I swallowed my surprised gasp as I quickly pushed the cape back in between the costumes. ‘Coming!’ I chanted, struggling as this darn closet was way too closely packed. Hmmpfff. ‘GET BACK IN THERE.’ I muttered under my breath. ‘Want some tea?’ He asked, still at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Ye..DARNIT,’ A few costumes fell off their hangers, now causing a whole avalanche of clothes to spill out. ‘YES.’ I exclaimed, perhaps a tad too loud. I heard Henry’s chuckle come closer as his feet moved up the creaking stairs.

‘Ah, so that’s what you’re up to.’ His chuckle turned into a laugh as he saw me struggling with a bunch of costumes in one arm, Superman’s cape in the other. ‘Oh..’ My eyes got big with embarrassment. ‘Sorry…’ I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. ‘Me and this closet were just having a little…disagreement.’ I said while Henry took over some of the costumes, his big blue eyes giving me an amused look. ‘I see.’ He grinned, looking back at the closet. ‘I guess I really should get a bigger closet for all of these, hmm?’ He smiled, his body turning towards the closet to put back the costumes one by one. Inadvertently my eyes caressed his tall frame as his arms flexed under the soft material of his grey sweater. So hot. Wew.

He turned back around, making his stubborn curl fall back over his forehead as he reached for the cape in my arm. He rubbed his thumbs over the fabric, gingerly smiling. The sudden realisation came over me I was right now looking at Superman. The Superman. Especially with that darn curl tumbling down his forehead..he sure was the spitting image of the superhero. I felt another blush creep up my cheeks and was more then glad that Henry didn’t notice as he finally reached back into the closet to squeeze the cape back in there.

And…another few costumes fell out again. He sighed, letting out a dry chuckle while looking down at the costumes that had tumbled to his feet. ‘See!’ I exclaimed, laughing at the fact that Henry was failing to do the exact same thing I had tried. He raised a handsome eyebrow, shrugging. ‘I guess Supe’s doesn’t want to go back in there.’ He pulled the cape back out and placed it carefully back in my arms. GOSH, stop blushing girl. I felt my cheeks burn as he moved back up from picking up some of the fallen down costumes. ‘What is it?’ He asked, half-knowing the answer, a humoured glint in his eyes. ‘Oh..nothing.’ I breathed, quickly lowering my eyes at the cape. ‘So where do we leave this..?’ I said, trying to sound casual about it, shrugging slightly, still feeling the slight blush burning on my cheeks. ‘Just put it on the bed. We’ll find a place for it later. Let’s have breakfast.’ He said, cupping my cheek and placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

How in the hell did I ever get to date Superman? Life’s so weird.

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It was the night of the London premiere. I was fidgeting endlessly while waiting for the cab to arrive. I walked back to the mirror in the hallway, checking my hair and make-up for the gazilionth time. It was fine. I looked fine. Pffft. E-very-thing would be fine. Keep it together girl. I straightened out my thick winter jacket, again, and paced back to the living room. Kal was fast asleep on the floor, the lights were dimmed down and the house was quiet. Oh how I wish I could just stay at home and get comfy on the couch with a cup of tea. But avoiding challenging situations was not my thing. I best just get this over with, right?

A car approached and I felt my heart jump again. That must be it. I felt my phone buzz, alarming me the cab had arrived. Okey. Let’s go. Let’s..let’s meet the parents.

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I entered the gallery of the movie theatre while the interviews were being held on the red carpet outside. Already there was quite a buzz and it took me a good moment to find the cloakroom where I could drop off my jacket. Alright, what’s next? I let my eyes travel through the crowd, trying to find any familiar faces. Some hair- and make-up ladies…nahh..I barely knew them. Anyone else? I looked further and further until my gaze reached the far back corner. And sure enough - Thank the gods! - I noticed a few of the sound guys from Poland and my uneasy heart calmed down. Friendly folk. I picked up a glass of white wine at the bar and made my way to them, earning praising looks as they noticed me appearing from the crowd. The black and white dress was working its magic.

‘Not too bad looking yourself gents.’ I winked, stepping into their little circle and clinking my glass with theirs. ‘Ah..it’s at least an attempt.’ The Sound 1 guy smiled, shrugging. I believed his name was Jack, but everyone always called him Sound 1 so I wasn’t completely sure. I nodded at him and Jack sighed, his suit jacket barely holding on as the button strained under his bulging belly. And do I spy he is still wearing his usual dark blue jeans? I quietly chuckled, taking a sip of my wine. Nerds will be nerds.

‘So now it’s just waiting for your prince charming, huh?’ Jack asked, looking around the room. ‘Worse even. I’m about to meet…the parents.’ I muttered quietly, taking another large sip, hoping the wine would further calm my nerves. ‘OH! Well ain’t that exciting. Surely they are friendly folk.’ He smiled, his gruff moustache curling up. He reminded me somewhat of a chubby Jack Nicholson with beard. Yea..surely his name was Jack. It fit him.

‘Hey,’ Sound 2 interrupted us. ‘I think that’s them.’ We looked at the direction he was pointing at, seeing a small blonde lady with neatly coifed hair followed by a bear of a man. Oh my. That looks like them. They look just like the pictures Henry showed. I quickly turned back, seeing the men were making no attempt to hide their stares. ‘Don’t stare.’ I admonished, patting Sound 2 - Alex? was it Alex? - on his arm. He grinned, his eyes meandering through the room before finally looking back at me. ‘Well..no worries. They’re off to the bar. I think you’re safe for another few minutes. So.. the first time meeting them..and it’s right here at the premier, hmm?’ Alex / Sound 2 said, raising a careful eyebrow before turning to one of the others who asked him a question.

I hadn’t quite heard what they were discussing, so I just decided to smile before taking another sip of my wine. These silly nerves! How bad could it really be? I quickly glanced over my shoulder, noticing Henry’s father leaning over the bar to order a drink. Hmmpff! When would Henry be here? There was no sighting of him yet and with my current drinking speed I sure would be hella drunk by the time I’d finally get to shake hands with his parents. I looked back at the group, noticing Alex was looking back at me. His big grey eyes were looking even bigger through the thick lenses of his glasses, enlarging every movement of his eyes. Alex was your typical “grey mouse”, currently wearing a dull grey suit which was perhaps a size too large for his slender frame, his long fingers wrapped around a nearly empty glass of beer. I smiled awkwardly at him, taking a shallow breath.

‘So ..eh…what have you guys been up to? Got any projects going on right now?’ I asked. Alex shrugged. ‘Oh just some small projects. Nothing real interesting. Just waiting for the new season to start.’ Alex said, rolling the last sip of his beer around in his glass. ‘Going to get another drink. Can I get you folk anything?’ He asked, looking up at the others, whom were quick to order: three more beers and a soda. His eyes fell on me, before looking down at my nearly empty wineglass. ‘Another?’ He smirked. ‘I guess so…’ I sighed, looking down at the glass. Was it smart to get hammered? Probably not.. ‘You know what. I’ll follow you there. Might as well get this over with and “accidentally” run into his parents.’ I said, downing the last bit of wine and turning towards the bar. I couldn’t see them right now since the room was too crowded, but surely they were still there. Alex nodded. ‘Fair enough. Grab the bull by the horns!’ He smiled. I rolled my eyes at him, immediately feeling that nervous flutter in my guts.

Oh Henry. Please be here soon.  

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I had ordered my wine and found Henry’s parents standing just a few meters away. I took a deep breath, nodding at Alex who had placed the other drinks on a tray, before heading over.

I squeezed through the crowd and quickly swallowed my nerves. ‘Hi there.’ I said. The man and woman immediately looked up at me, their faces telling me they were definitely recognising me. Had Henry shown some pictures? Probably. ‘Henry’s parents right?’ I smiled. ’Oh! Oh yes! Sorry dear. Hello. You must be Lisa. My my you are SO tall! My name’s Marianne…’ The woman reached out her small warm hand, eagerly folding it around mine and shaking it. ‘..And I am Colin.’ The man spoke in deep english accent, also shaking my hand. Henry obviously got the tall genes from his dad, and the good looks from his mom. Her greyblue eyes sparkled through thick long lashes as a kind smile made her cheeks dimple. A pretty woman for sure.

‘Nice to meet you Marianne..Colin. I’m sorry for the intrusion. I guess I was getting more nervous to meet you with the passing minute..’ I smiled awkwardly, not finishing my sentence. Marianne laughed, sounding like chiming bells as she squinted her eyes. ‘Oh how darling! Well it is nice to finally meet you.’ She peered into my eyes with something that could be best described as motherly love. Okey. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad. She seemed nice.

‘I can remember when I got to meet Colin’s parents. I was absolutely terrified!’ She winked, eyeing her husband as he shrugged, unimpressed. ‘It wasn’t that bad dear.’ He said, before taking a better look at me. ‘You are..dutch..right?’ He asked. I nodded. ‘Yes. Born and raised, then moved to Los Angeles when I was 27, for work.’ I answered, trying my best to curl my tense lips in a soft smile. Oh these darn nerves. I took another quick sip of my wine, while Colin continued. ‘All praise for the dutch. I had some dutch colleagues during my time in the navy and they sure were good folk. Straightforward, hard working..and dare I say perfect company for a game of cards.’ He winked. Marianne quickly poked him in his ribs. ‘Colin! Don’t make her another victim of your card games.’ She huffed, earning a shrug from her husband. ‘She doesn’t like it when I joke around.’ He said a touch more softly while slightly leaning into me. I rolled my eyes. ‘I highly doubt it.’ I smirked, seeing Marianne’s mock-annoyed roll of the eyes. We all laughed.

‘But I do think the rest of your description is quite fitting. We are straightforward and hard working people, the dutch. I remember that moment when I got to LA. My team was super apprehensive of having this “european chick” joining their team, but thankfully they soon warmed up to me. So much so, that I now lead the team, which is super cool.’ I smiled at Colin. He nodded. ‘A career woman!’ He laughed. ‘Sort of..’ I shrugged, ‘..Though I have more to live for than just work.’ I said, taking another quick sip of my drink. ‘Hmmm..that reminds me of..’ Colin started.. ‘Oh! And Henry told me you are a fantastic cook!’ Marianne interjected, quickly stopping Colin from bringing up fuzzy old memories. We shared a mutual smile as I answered. ‘I guess so. I don’t like to boast, but..yes.. I guess I’m a pretty good cook..And it’s especially fun since Henry is into cooking as well. It’s good to have a shared hobby.’ I spoke, noticing Colin’s gaze had moved to something happening at the other side of the room.

‘But you are a quite phenomenal cook too, aren’t you?’ I winked at Marianne, turning a bit so I could also take a quick glance at the commotion near the entrance. All I saw was lots of flashes. ‘Well that’s what you do when there’s six hungry men to feed!’ Marianne laughed, moving to her tippy toes and craning her neck in an attempt to see anything. The crowd was too tall, completely blocking her view and she soon sighed in defeat. ‘If only I would grow a bit more in height from all that food!’ She exclaimed.

‘There he is! The man of the hour.’ Colin boasted proudly, wrapping an arm around his wife. Marianne smiled up at him, before looking at me, giddy excitement sketching her face. ‘Is he coming our way?’ She asked, peering in the direction of the flashes. I looked back at the cloud of flashing cameras, only seeing the top of his hair as he ever so slowly coasted through the crowd. ‘..Eventually.’ I shrugged, amusement in my voice. I turned back towards them.

‘So do you also live here in London?’ I asked. Colin shook his head, his eye occasionally flying back to Henry’s direction. ‘No, no, we’re just here for a few days. Visiting some family and friends before flying back to our beloved Jersey Islands on Sunday.’ He said. Marianne shrieked and folded her hand around my arm, eagerly pulling it to turn me around. ‘LOOK!! I see him! There there!’ She squealed. Me and Colin shared a knowing look, both amused at her excitement. Such a proud mom. Colin winked at me before squaring his shoulders with pride as “the man of the hour” finally neared us. ‘Moms will be moms.’ He said airily.  

Henry wore a dark grey suit, his black blouse buttoned open to show a smattering of chest hair. Gosh. He looked so handsome. I squeezed my knees closer together, feeling my core burn up for him. Okay Lisa. Focus. Calm down. Act normal. Just act normal. I looked back in his direction and our eyes interlocked for a brief moment before he accidentally bumped into some people, immediately offering his profuse apologies. I smiled, not being able to tear away my eyes from him as he moved his attention to closing the last bit of the distance between us. My silly, far too handsome man.

While Henry tried to move to us, it seemed to get more and more crowded. There were so many people trying to get a look at Henry that we were soon finding ourselves trapped in a pushing and pulling mayhem of fans and press. Oh man. This is not cool. I looked down at Marianne, who was so very small compared to all these tall people around us. She looked at me with a slight shade of concern in her eyes, her tiny figure leaning heavily into Colin’s broad chest. This is so not cool. I looked back at Henry, whose eyes were now piercing mine as he was just an arm’s reach away from us. His eyes spoke a thousand words. I’m so sorry. I hate this just as much as you do. I want to get out of here.

At long last the path was cleared - apparently Henry did have two bodyguards with him that finally managed to control the crowd. He first wrapped his arms around his mother, pulling her in for a big hug, before shaking hands with his father. They exchanged a word or two before he turned around, smiling at me. Oh my dear Henry. We looked at each other like two puppy dogs in love. ‘Hello beauty.’ He whispered, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on my lips. Flash flash flash. ‘You’ve already met my parents, I see.’ He winked, turning back towards his parents. ‘My my. Mom you look great!’ He complimented, a broad smile on his face. She poked him in the arm. ‘Oh stop it you.’ She cooed. ‘Shall we..find somewhere more quiet?’ He asked, looking around to signal his bodyguards before looking back at us.

Yes. Oh please! I thought, feeling myself getting more and more annoyed as someone was continuously poking me in the back. I looked over my shoulder and immediately a wild flash burst right in my face. HMMPFF. blinked my blinded eyes a few times, grasping Henry’s arm to steady myself. These people! Have some mercy..please! Fucking hell. I felt a protective hand fold over mine. ‘You okay?’ He breathed, pulling me closer. I nodded quietly, feeling slightly disoriented as the lights danced in front of my eyes. He nodded once my dazed eyes looked back at him, his brows slightly furrowing. ‘Let’s go.’ He muttered, clearly not amused by the whole thing.

We moved our drinks to the bar, not wanting to spill them, before a new path was cleared and we finally managed to move away. No more blinding camera flashes. No more posters and Witcher paraphernalia that were shoved in our faces, to be signed. And no more gossip that was spoken just a tad too loud - ‘Look at how flat she is. She definitely needs to eat.’ - ‘Did you see that? She’s sooo ugly.’ - ‘PSSSTTT! Snake! You’re a snake!’

I clung to Henry’s arm as if he were my life buoy. Sure I had gotten a thick skin throughout the years of working in the movie industry..but still.. it stung when people spoke like that. I felt my heart sink with every word and a silent tear burned in my eye as I crushed my teeth together, trying to keep up good appearances. By the time we arrived at a more secluded area where we could sit down, I had almost squeezed Henry’s arm to mush. 

‘You can relax now.’ He whispered, laying gentle fingers over my hand. I let out a shivery breath as our eyes met. Those knowing blue eyes. I felt my lip shiver as the unshed tears burned. He looked at me with question and all I could do was shake my head, a hot tear moving down my cheek. Within an instant he had wrapped his arms protectively around me, hiding me from prying eyes. He leaned his head down, quietly nuzzling my hair. ‘I’m so sorry.’ He whispered quietly. ‘This was not okay and I’m sorry.’ We stood there for a quiet moment, embracing each other, while my tears dried. I couldn’t even care that much for whomever saw me. Or what his parents would think. I was just glad Henry was there. Glad I could at least hide away in his big bear-arms.

‘I…I need a drink.’ I said with shivery voice while slowly untangling myself from his arms. He looked at me, his calm blue eyes studying my green ones. ‘Do you want to go home?’ He asked honestly, no judgement in his voice. I shook my head, quietly smiling. ‘No..no. It’s fine. It’s just..the nerves kind of got to me. And now I finally get to meet your parents and I’m a crying mess…’ I spoke, feeling one of his thumbs rubbing my cheek. ‘Do I look like a raccoon now?’ I asked, seeing him smile down at me. ‘No. No, you look perfect.’ He said. ‘Somehow I doubt that.’ I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head softly. ‘I swear it! Scout’s honour! You look beautiful and your make-up is where it should be and…’

I gasped, quickly swatting his arm. ‘My make-up is where it should be, huh?’ I huffed, quickly retrieving my phone from my handbag to check it for myself. Hair. Make-up. Okey, fine. He was right. I was looking surprisingly fresh and my make-up was indeed still looking alright. I looked back at Henry who was looking at me with such awkward desperation, he sure as hell was expecting to be dragged to hell and back. ‘Okay, it’s fine.’ I shrugged in silent defeat. He sighed and immediately his face lit up as he hummed in delight, quickly placing a kiss on my cheek. ‘Pfieww! Got me worried there. I would not want to get in your bad book.’ He smiled. I rolled my eyes, wrapping an arm around him and looked to the corner where his parents had taken a seat. They had squeezed themselves in a corner of a large fluffy purple couch, currently having an animated conversation with one of the waiters.  

‘Okay.’ I nodded with a determination in my voice. ‘I’m okay. Let’s join your parents.’

‘Okay.’ Henry smiled, offering me the warmest of smiles.

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Part 12 > 

[randomguywithwords]

As The Dust Settles: Chapter 17 (Dabi X fem!Geten Slowburn)

Chapter 17: A Frozen Heart

AO3 Link: Here

Previous Chapters: 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Long chapter ahead btw. 2.8k.

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For fifteen minutes, Dabi watched the broken, unconscious form of Geten breathe, every inhalation causing a shudder to ripple through her body. Every time she made a hacking cough, blood spurted from her mouth, making his fists clench tighter and his teeth grind against one another with building rage. Ten minutes in, he reduced Takame’s corpse to ashes to vent some feelings. 

That was all he could do. He couldn’t move her because of all the broken bones and fractures. The one thing he could was to shift her head an inch, to ensure she didn’t choke on her blood. 

All he could do was wait. The throbbing pain in his arms from blocking that hit was nothing compared to the pain in his chest at seeing her on the verge of death, enduring a merciless pummel that she didn’t deserve. 

He felt like every breath he took injected him with even more fury that he wanted to scream, to let the world know he wanted to burn it all. 

Stupid girl. Why can’t you see that you never belonged to the MLA? Why are you getting yourself killed for them? 

Geten shuddered as she coughed out more blood that stained the rusty containers’ surface. Dabi tore his eyes away. You could have stopped Takame before he went after her. You’re weak.

Wasn’t my fault I got sent on this damn assignment, he argued on instinct.

He paused, feeling his conviction disappear upon seeing Geten’s state. He ignited his arm, feeling the fiery torture wrack his already fractured limb. It didn’t expunge the guilt, but he liked to think that it could, somehow. 

Did Shigaraki know, sending two people whose quirks don’t work well against him? 

He was confronting Shigaraki when they got back, that was for sure. But for now, his attention was drawn to her. 

Is her breathing slowing? Shit. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling helpless, so utterly helpless. C’mon, girl, don’t die on me. Please. 

When he opened them, he saw two figures rushing towards them. He recognised one of them as the soldier who had welcomed them at the airport. 

“Help her first, I’m good.” He said as he extinguished his punishment. The two of them nodded. One of them stepped forward to lay a hand on Geten.

Dabi slapped it away with a glare. “Are you an idiot? She’s in no state to be carried.”

The soldier gave a patient smile. “I’m not moving her. My special ability can teleport people to a nearby location I’m familiar with by being in physical contact. We’re bringing the both of you back to the airport where Compress will take you back to Deika.” 

“Ah,” Dabi said, leaning back, “My bad.”

With one hand each, the soldier touched each of their shoulders, while the other companion laid a hand on him. The teleporter closed his eyes.

In the next few seconds, Dabi felt a light tugging sensation, definitely smoother than the gunky horridness that was the Doctor’s method. The next moment, he found himself back at the airport on solid ground. 

“Keep her spine in line,” Dabi ordered, and the two obeyed, gingerly holding Geten in place. “How long till Compress gets here?”

“ETA ten minutes,” The teleporter announced. Dabi swallowed – If he doesn’t get here on time...

The night was quiet and of a cool temperature, but Dabi was still sweating, and the serenity of this scene was destroyed by the haggard breaths Geten was drawing. He kept looking at the sky, trying to spot a black dot in the darkness. When a seeming eternity had passed feeling more anxious by the minute, he saw it, illuminated by red lights. 

He heard the whirring sounds of the chopper as it closed in and landed. Dabi spotted the familiar orange-brown coat and the black hat of Atsuhiro Sako, and a painful smile of relief tugged at his lip. 

One thing Dabi liked about Compress was that despite his showman persona, he didn’t mince words, or speak when there was no need to. Sako raced out of the aircraft, compressed Geten and pocketed her. 

“You need me to do you, too?” Sako asked him. 

Dabi shook his head. “Let’s go. Thanks, you two.” He acknowledged the soldiers, who bowed in return and left. The two Lieutenants climbed into the helicopter and the pilot lifted off. 

“No headsets? I’m not going deaf here,” Dabi shouted over the whirring. 

“Chill, the pilot has a noise-cancelling quirk. He’ll activate it soon.” As Compress said this, the ruckus disappeared, as if they were back on the jet. Another pang of hurt poked at Dabi, thinking about his nonchalance at the start of the mission.

“You look like hell.” Compress noted Dabi’s arms and the dust and grime on his coat. 

“Yeah. Assignment was harder than we thought.”

“I presumed much. Who was it?”

“One of the advisors in my regiment, and his daughter.”

Dabi heard the surprise in Sako’s tone. “Oh, Skeptic’s gonna go mental. Not that he already isn’t.”

That got a chuckle out of Dabi, but it died as he thought about the damage Takame had done. 

“But you guys finished the mission, right?” Compress asked. 

Looking out the window at the night sky, he muttered, “Yeah.”

“You didn’t throw her under the bus, did you?” 

Dabi’s head flicked back to face Compress. “What the hell, no! Why would I?”

The performer raised his arms to placate his anger. “Sorry, last time you talked about her, you were ready to kill her or whatever’s in your head. You mean to say that you guys are on good terms now?”

Dabi sighed. “I just don’t hate her. And I have no reason to let her die. Shigaraki wouldn’t be happy.” He added as an afterthought. 

He gave a tiny sigh. “Well, I’m sure you have a thrilling story of how you two managed to get to this state.” 

“We definitely do,” Dabi said dryly. 

“Tell us all about it tomorrow. Go get some sleep tonight. The doctor has a cell activation quirk, he’ll fix you up first, then her.” 

“No, get her first. I’ll wait.” 

“Fine,” Compress relented after seeing the adamant expression on Dabi’s face. “You’re really...concerned for her. It’s weird.” 

Dabi replied with a yawn.

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The doctor flipped through his clipboard. “Multiple fractures on her arms, five broken ribs, dislocated jaw and she suffered a skull fracture.”

“But you fixed all of it...right?” There was an undertone of a “You better have.” that the doctor understood, given the reassuring smile he wore at Dabi’s question. He was getting sick of people trying to calm him down with smiles, like that would help.

“I used my ability as best as I could, and it fixed most of it, but I only sped up the recovery of the cell reparations. We’ll be providing iron and calcium supplements to help her along, but she’ll be bedridden for the next few days.” 

“Any permanent damage?” 

“As long as she gets enough rest and doesn’t exert herself, she’ll be fine and back to normal in a few weeks.”

Dabi exhaled. “Alright. Thanks doc.” 

Dr Shimano nodded and left the room. Dabi looked at Geten, whose chest rose and fell at a stable pace as she slept, no longer shaking, a significant improvement from just an hour ago. 

“Sorry Geten,” He said. “I fucked up.” 

As the words left his mouth, he took a second to realise what he had just said. He blinked. When did I start caring so much? 

The air-conditioned room and the leather chair he was seated on let the remaining surges of adrenaline fade out, to be replaced by an ice-cold fist of realisation – The events that had transpired in the last couple of hours punched him in the face. 

He had not left her side once the entire time. 

You’re really...concerned for her.

He got out of his seat, staggering upon registering Mr Compress’ words from earlier with clarity, similar to receiving a fiery touch on his skin. What the hell? 

He glanced back at Geten sleeping, then he left the room with extended paces. I should get back to my room. Yeah, that’s a good idea. He pushed all thoughts of the girl out of his mind, focusing on the inevitable debrief from him the next council meeting, since she couldn’t –

He swore under his breath. Stop thinking about her. These thoughts, feelings, whatever they were. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was unnatural. Foreign. Probably dangerous. 

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The next morning’s meeting convened, in the absence of Lieutenant Apocrypha, with Dabi’s debrief of the mission. 

“Alright, Dabi, care to explain what happened?” Shigaraki drummed his fingers on the table.

Dabi stood up, wearing his trademark lazy expression, though he was actually fatigued. “So our target turned out to be a Mihara Takame, daughter of Shingu Takame, who was an advisor to Violet Regiment.” 

He noted the widened eyes of the old MLA executives. Hanabata’s gaze flickered between the desk and him. And was that a bead of sweat rolling down Skeptic’s forehead? It might have been his imagination.

“What?” Re-destro gaped, then turned to Shigaraki. “Grand Commander, I apologise deeply for this treachery. I had no idea —“ 

Shigaraki waved his hand. “Never mind about that first. Continue.”

“We got into a fight, which turned out bad for Apocrypha, who took most of the damage, but I managed to finish the assignment.” 

“Yeah, that’s the part I wanna know.” Shigaraki leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “Why did you guys end up taking the beating you did?” 

“Takame’s quirk was a shitty matchup against mine and hers. He just wouldn’t feel any pain. Impossible to incapacitate him.”

“And Apocrypha’s ice did nothing?” 

“No, it didn’t hinder him much.” 

“Then how did you kill both of them?” 

“I took out the woman first.” Dabi mimed twisting a neck. “For her old man, I concentrated my flames onto his head. Carbonized it. He probably died from brain failure or something.”

“Ah, copying Endeavour now, eh?” A small grin made Dabi bristle, though he concealed it. 

He shrugged. “What can I say? He’s got decent moves to copy, and I have the firepower to match his. Speaking of which, you might want to send a team to dispose of the body. I didn’t burn up the girl, only Takame.” 

Shigaraki frowned. “Why don’t you do it?” 

“Excuse me?” The coldness in the room spiked as the two stared at each other with venom. 

“I don’t know why you could cremate the larger-sized adult male but not the small girl. Go fix your mess.” 

“You’re really going to send me all the way back just to burn one more corpse?” 

“Yep.” Shigaraki’s eyes were still fixated on him, as though daring him to act out. What do you want? Something about the way his leader questioned him was off. Hell, he was never so interested in these small problems that cropped up. Dabi had talked to Twice before the meeting. According to him, a small riot broke out in the town centre over Shigaraki’s leadership, and the latter didn’t seem to care. 

Did you send the hit squad on us? Dabi’s eyes swept the room. Hanabata and Skeptic’s faces were whiter than normal, but that was because Takame was on their list that Apocrypha freaked out so much about, right? 

Dabi was about to argue further, but decided against it. He needed answers, and he doubted anyone in the room would offer anything worthwhile. Maybe going back would be helpful. 

He spun around and walked towards the door. “Fine. I’ll get to it now. Prep the jet, Skeptic.”

Without waiting for an answer, or for Shigaraki to stop him, he left the room, slamming the door behind him with a growl. He had to admit, though, that the solitude and this menial task given to him allowed him time to think about everything that had happened last night, and he kept coming back to the one name.

Mesa. 

That was all he got from the thug. A name that he couldn’t even be sure was real. Dabi was somewhat confident it was a legitimate answer: the thug was terrified of dying, especially after Dabi used his partner as a demonstration. 

When one was about to die, truths became more apparent. They stopped lying and told the truth, whether one was on their deathbed or backed up against an alley. 

Sensei had done the same thing. 

Dabi frowned, and quickened his pace. Which reminded him...that factory, it looks similar to the one that night. Guess I’ll look around there too. 

He emerged from the underground tunnel to the airport, a convenient distance from the mansion. And his face blanched. Why the fuck is she here? 

Geten was talking with the pilot, her posture bent, and Dabi didn’t need a doctor to tell him she was still injured. 

He marched up to her and waved off the pilot. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m going back.” She said, her face tight with pain. Or defiance. One worried him, the other annoyed. 

“No, you’re not. You’re still fucked up, you’re going back to the hospital.” He pointed away from the helicopter beside both of them, which reminded him of a parent sending a kid to their room. 

And just like the kid, she was acting like a brat. “I need to go back. Please. How did you even know I was here?” 

“I didn’t.”

“So you’re going back to Tokugawa?” 

Dabi bit back a retort. “No,” he tried. 

Her eyes narrowed. “If you’re going, I’m going.” 

Dabi envied Sako for the issues he could solve with his quirk with one tap. He stretched his sigh out. “Alright. Fine. One condition.” 

“What?” 

“Go take a shower and change out of this. You look and smell like shit.” 

Geten seemed to be in no mood to shoot a returning insult. She nodded. 

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The two took a helicopter ride, which Dabi figured was Skeptic’s way of flipping him off — he was in the mood for another private jet ride, at least up till Geten showed up. 

Along the way, Dabi explained what had happened while she was unconscious or hospitalised. She nodded, rather numbly, to everything. He felt like pressing her on why wanted to come along, but she looked to be in such a somber mood Dabi kept quiet once he was done. 

“Thank you,” Geten said, which caught Dabi off-guard. 

He stared at her. “Huh?” 

But she lapsed back into silence. 

Takame’s words really affected her, huh? He got the gist of it: Takame was pissed off. Dabi was too focused on finishing the job, and the concussion dulled his senses, even as he crept up to the both of them. He didn’t hear everything Takame said, but enough of it. 

He still had no idea what she was doing here. Guess he would find out. 

They touched down a while later, took another motorbike ride, also in silence, to the factory. When they got off, there was a rush in her step, as though in anxiety, to reach the site of their Pyrrhic victory. Although, Dabi managed to keep pace with her. 

Mihara’s body was still there, and the imprint of Shingu was visible on the stone ground. Geten took out some ice from her pocket and used them to shut her wide eyes, then adjust her broken neck. She looked like she was sleeping. 

Next, she fashioned her ice into a platform which carried the young woman. Dabi quietly watched all this unfold, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was doing. 

Then Geten walked towards the nearby forest. Taking out more ice, she formed a wide, curved object, which she used to shovel dirt. 

Oh, so that’s what she’s doing. 

As if in a trance-like state, he picked up some sticks off the ground, lit the tip of them and passed three to Geten, who had laid Mihara’s body in the grave and filled it with dirt. 

She looked at the makeshift joss sticks, then at him, and gave a quivering smile. She knelt down to place them on top of the grave. 

As she tried to stand up, she stumbled a bit with a wince of pain. Dabi grabbed her shoulders to steady her. “Hey. Don’t stress yourself.” 

Her footing is off, he noted that, as well as her constant flinching. Her ribs were probably still hurting. 

He sighed and muttered, “You – You can lean on me. Just don’t tell anyone I said that.” 

“I’m fine,” She said with less believability than a hero’s promise. But she did, after a pause, rest her head on his shoulder, as the two stared at the blue flame that slowly died, its bright azure radiance leaving small spots in their eyes. 

“Why’s it seem like you trust me all of a sudden?” Dabi had to ask. 

After a moment of silence, Geten mumbled, “I think...I think I just do. You’re not the worst.” 

That’s a first. 

“So why’d you bury her?” 

“Because…” She looked at her hands. “They didn’t deserve it. It’s weird, isn’t it? I got beat up so much by them, but I’m still respecting her.”

“No, it’s not weird. It means…” Dabi considered his next few words. “It means your heart isn’t cold.” 

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Nice chapter to write, though very long. I realised I had a lot to say so this is sorta still part of this arc, but I’m starting to transition to the next. And now writing these two just became a lot harder, given the change in character. 

So if you guys have any feedback on whether I’m too OOC on them, given what’s happened to them, do let me know. I’d appreciate it. I’m especially worried about my portrayal of Dabi this chapter, whether he’s acting too nice (for his character) too abruptly. 

I’ll have to do a long re-read of the whole story after a while to reboot and see whether their character progression is plausible. 

Nevertheless I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. 

And also yeah we’re starting to get into some Dabiten stuff. Should be fun, and hard to write. 

[samiii-p]

dance inside pt. 2

"Give me thirty more seconds, Daria."

Her trainer pushes, circling the pads in a series of combinations.

"That's it, you got it. C'mon, twenty more."

Daria punches and punches. Her arms are growing heavy but she doesn't stop. Hitting harder, moving faster as Jarod counts the final seconds of her routine.

"5" pop "4" pop "3" pop-pop "2" pop-pop-pop "1" releasing a burning scream, Daria cocks back and tries to blast through the last pad with everything she has left. POP!

"Good, girl. Let's break for the day."

Daria nods, waiting for her trainer to leave the ring before fatigue replaces her adrenaline and falls to the mat. She stretches her limbs out until she resembles a starfish in the sand as she tiredly stares up at the ceiling.

"Here."

A cool water bottle and towel breaks her line of sight, and she takes it greedily, watching as the taller man sits beside her.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, happy new year by the way.”

She tilts her chin acknowledgement, drinks and wipes her brow. “It hasn’t been that long.” A month, six weeks at most and he was closed for the last two because of the holiday.

“You were intense today.” He leaves the statement hanging in the air, and Daria’s not sure how to respond, brow raised as she sips her water. “More so than usual, I mean.”

So, yeah. She’s been pretty amped up lately, sue her. This was the perfect place to let it out.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She chuckles, “giving out free therapy sessions now, are you?” when he doesn’t laugh or follow up, she takes in the questions’ severity. “I’m fine, everything’s fine, just stuff on my mind.”

Specifically Mandy. She’s been on her mind constantly since that night.  

He sizes her up, head to toe, searching for anything out of the ordinary that he can pinpoint and for her part she takes his scrutiny. Appreciates it, a little, that her friend who she’s only known since her tenure in Florida can see something’s up. She’s not afraid of anything changing, Mandy promised, but for the last two days she can’t help but wonder what-if.

Jarod must come up short because he gets up, and offers her a hand to her feet. “Remember to take it easy, alright?”

Playfully she taps his shoulder.

“I always do.”

***

“Daria, It’s Mark Carrano. Give me a call back. We’d like to discuss your contract renewal.”

***

Walking through the airport has become second nature at this point. Tampa International has become her home away from her work home away from her home-home.

She greets Melinda, the ticket agent, with a tired smile, her ID and ticket. The older woman returns it kindly. “Out for work again or have you finally decided to take my advice and go on a nice vacation instead?”

“I wish.”

Melinda wags her finger as she lets Daria through. “One of these days I’m going to get you and that friend of yours on a flight to the Bahamas or somewhere … a nice Sandals Resort, maybe.” She says indifferently, Daria almost misses the mention of her friend and stumbles.

It’s been nearly a week since New Year Day. Ninety-Six hours and counting.

“Mandy’s here? On this flight?”

Melinda nods, scans another flyers ticket. “She boarded a little while ago.”

Hmm. “Thanks, Mel.”

“Have a safe flight, sweetie. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“See ya’.” Daria waves.

She recognizes the pilot and a few of the flight attendants, says good morning and searches for her seat: 21C.

“19, 20 … 21C.” She looks down at her neighbor, and practically laughs because of course. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Blue eyes slant, roll even. “The phone works two ways you know.”

She smirks and stores her carry-on. The thin padding on the seat is hell on her back but she’s used to it by now, like a lot of things but what she’s not use to is the distance she feels to her best friend, sitting beside her.

“Are we going to be okay?”

After all, it was just sex. Amazing – mind numbing sex, but at the end of the day - just sex.

The blonde brushes her shoulder against Daria’s. “Of course.” She says with no hesitation. A beat passes before she whispers. “How could I be mad at you for making me cum so hard?”

Mandy bites her lip, and looks away as the flight attendants start walking down the aisle preparing for take-off.

The flush of Mandy’s words spread over Daria’s body at light speed. The blood rushing in her ears feels like a countdown ready to explode.

They don’t talk about it. They don’t talk at all but every time Mandy moves (grabbing her headphones, receiving her drink, flipping along her magazine) Daria detects it in her bones. A week ago she considered apologizing without reason just to get back, and redo this whole thing because the thought of Mandy regretting that night – regretting her …

When Mandy brushes her hand over Daria’s thigh for the third time – well, any doubt she had previously are reduced to a hush.  

When they land in Houston Daria grabs her bag and passes Mandys’ to her. They thank the crew and grab a rental.

“Are you hungry?” It’s nearly seven in the morning and Daria could go for some food right now, and Denny’s is coming up on their left. Mandy obviously has the same idea pointing out the restaurant.

“You’re such a savage.”

Mandy looks at the stack of pancakes on Daria’s plate compared to her two, and smirks. The brunette doesn’t comment, busy cutting into her stack and pouring syrup over every inch. She's close to full when again, Mandy brushes against her. This time it’s under the table, away from everyone’s eyes, the toe of her shoe slowly climbs its way up Daria’s calf. Up and down, twice now until brown catches blue from across the table.

Daria gulps.

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“We – you said,” the groan Daria tries to compress comes rushing out as Mandy sucks on her bottom lip. “Only,” Mandy finds her mouth forcing the word: once, back in. The one time was supposed to be just that, but when they leave the restaurant and Mandy asks her to come up to her room five hours before they’re to report to the arena – one time is quickly turning into twice.

Lifting her shirt, scratching lighting at her abs, Mandy’s hands are everywhere. Before Daria can register one sensation another replaces it.

“Thinking about this – you.” Mandy kisses her lips, her neck back up to her jaw before softly moaning in her ear. “Since that night. I need you.”

And if there ever was a green light to go off on, this was it. Daria doesn’t think about probable consequences, only how good she can make Mandy feel in this moment.

Their clothes are on the floor and she’s in between Mandy’s legs before she can blink. Kissing the freckles scattering her chest and down her stomach, leaving invisible marks on her friend that only they’d know of until her lips reach the small tuft of dark hair at Mandy's center.

Her tongue grows heavy, eager, at the chance to revisit Mandy’s natural mouthwatering taste and burrows down, lifting and spreading her legs to allow her fuller access.

At first contact, she moans loudly to match the one coming from above. God, she taste as good as she remembers, licking from bottom to top and back again collecting every drop until she reaches the bundles of nerves and circles her tongue.

It doesn’t take Mandy long. It never does, she realizes. The flick of her firm tongue and a strong suck is enough to undo the blonde beneath her. Sharp nails scrap her scalp, tugging at her loose ponytail forcing her closer to suck harder until the thighs around her ears tremble and shake before going limp, falling back on the bed.

“Fuck …” Mandy breathes, voice broken and harsh.

Daria nuzzles the skin where thigh connects to hip, biting lightly at the skin she knows can be hidden away from prying eyes, and looks up at the heaving breast above her, craving the weight of pink nipples on her tongue but settles on reaching up and teasing a finger around them instead.

Around she circles, again and again until Mandy begs and Daria smiles into her soft stomach, kissing back down and spreading her open with her tongue, finally pinching stiff nipples between her forefingers and thumb as she buries her tongue inside.

She pinches and withdraws then dives back in until Mandy is whimpering wreck above her, legs taught on both side and feet planted on the mattress until she’s humping Daria’s face. Twisting her hips until Daria’s is further inside lapping her completely, jaw tensed but determined.

Mandy’s there again, seconds away from falling, but Daria knows she can cum harder. She will. Regretfully, she lets one tit go, trailing it down until her thumb contacts the tip of Mandy's clit and presses.

Her back arches as she cums with a scream, hips bucking and body twitching. She tugs at Daria’s hair, somehow pressing her even closer as she spills into Daria’s mouth, down her chin and onto the bed.

When she comes to, Daria softly kisses her inner thigh, licking up any traces she might’ve missed, but she’s shifting. The hand on Mandy’s clit now between her own legs as her kisses start to lose traction and become heavy against the blonde.

Glazed, Mandy looks down, releasing the hold she has on the brunette’s hair and lifts herself up on wobbly elbows to watch. Daria grunts, face red flushed with the heat coiling tightly in her stomach as she rubs her own clit in tight fast circles until she’s humping her hand. Preening as Mandy brushes sweat damp hair from her forehead and says, “cum for me, baby. Please I want to see you cum.”

"Oh fuck," Daria whimpers, upper body stiffening as her hand and hips go crazy losing the rhythm she created and bucks sloppily, pressing her mouth into the meat of Mandy’s thigh and sucks, cumming just like that.

“Holy shit,” Mandy breathes, replaying the noises Daria makes against her, for her, and falls back happily on the bed.

dance inside part: 1

ao3: samiii_p

[andersoncharm]

Oh god, I miss you on my lips. (December 24/25, 2019)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Seblaine.

When: Christmas Eve in Massachusetts/Christmas early morning in Chartres/Paris.

Location: A tad in Cambridge, MA and Paris, France. 

Notes: Smut. Lots of smut. With a touch of romance. Duh, it’s Paris and Blaine. (And Sebastian is a total romantic, don’t let him fool you.) Also, Magic!

Warnings:  Fingering/Penetration.

Blaine:

It had been seven days since Blaine had gotten to touch or kiss Sebastian’s face and it had been even longer since they’d been intimate and Blaine’s body was buzzing with the energy and knowledge that he was going to get to be with him in less than thirty minutes. He could hardly wait had he put the little vials of potion into his pocket that he had made for Sebastian. A nausea one just in case Seb decided he wanted to try magic travel and an energy one because even though it was only eight pm in Massachusetts it was two am in Paris and Seb’s grandmother expected him up early. Seb was just getting used to taking potions here and there so he hoped two potions of them wouldn’t freak him out. He gave himself a look in the mirror, taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. Face a little scruffy, hair a mess, sweats built for comfort and not fashion. Even so, the pants hugged his body just right and Sebastian had made it well known that he liked the way the scruff felt against is smooth skin. He stepped away and thought for a moment before sliding two condoms into his back pocket- just in case. They’d run out of time on his other visit and Sebastian’s I miss all of you text gave Blaine some hope. He didn’t bother with lubrication, knowing that he had his own magical methods to comfort his boyfriend. 

He leaned down and gave Enjolras a farewell pat on the head before closing his eyes and focusing on the little hill town that lay sixty miles outside of Paris where Sebastian’s mother had grown up. He’d only done this once in the twelve days Seb had been gone and while it did suck a lot of energy out of him, the extra hours of lessons and practice he’d been doing with his dad were showing again as it took him less time than before to get into the slanted roof attic bedroom. He landed just inside the door and before he did anything he leaned down and pressed his hands to the creaky hardwood floor and placed a muffle and detection charm on the room. They wouldn’t be heard, and if they were Blaine would know instantly. 

Once he knew they were free, he stood. His face broke into a grin as he took in the sight of a shirtless Sebastian tucked in under the ridiculous frilly, light pink blanket his grandmother had picked out probably 40 years ago for the tiny, single bed. The room was bare minus some sort of cross stitching of pale pink flowers. He stepped across the now silent floor and was leaning down to kiss Seb’s lips before pulling back with a laugh.

“That blanket does not get better, does it?”

Seb:

Sebastian lay on the bed, staring mindlessly at a Buzzfeed article as he waited for Blaine. He felt as if he needed to clutch the phone until the other man was in sight, in case something happened. He wasn’t sure how he could help, say, if Blaine somehow got stuck in a tree in like, London or something but, the superstitious thought remained. 

He always chose the attic room at his Grandmother’s for the privacy and the little window that he could sit at and chain smoke, like a lonely french poet longing for the lights of the city. Seb also liked the attic because it was the simplest room in the house, despite the gaudy comforter and rickety wrought iron bed frame. All of the other rooms were filled with random shit and baubles and too many pieces of old furniture. Clutter stressed him out.

Suddenly, Blaine was there in all of his scruffy, night time glory. His very own Peter Pan, sneaking in under the cover of the stars to take him away while the others in the house slept soundly. Or maybe B was the poet and he was the courtesan stuffed up in a room, waiting and waiting and waiting for something real. God, he got sentimental sometimes. 

He sat up, the pink covers slipping just so to reveal his toned stomach. Sebastian tilted his head to meet Blaine’s lips, he really missed him. He didn’t care how many days it had been. The tightness he had been feeling since he landed in France lightened up when Blaine was around. Their red string coiling around their feet rather than stretching across the ocean, pulling them.  

“You know what would make it look even better?” Sebastian reached up and tangled his long fingers in the mess of the other man’s dark tangle of curls. He could see the scruff sprinkled across his chin when B was close like this. Sebastian’s skin itched to feel it scrape his jaw, feel the roughness of music worn fingers hold his hips down,hot breath saying his name in his ear. 

He should have stopped himself and made sure Blaine was okay and well rested enough. But, he couldn’t stop himself. Sebastian knew him so well, though, that he knew they were on the same page. 

“If you were under it with me.”

Blaine:

Blaine’s eyes swept over Sebastian as he sat up a bit and kissed him back tasting just a touch like cigarettes and thought he shouldn’t have enjoyed the taste of Seb’s sometimes bad habit he did anyway. Like a naughty thing that Sebastian did and Blaine got to kiss away. Blaine had been to this country twice now and only seen the inside of this ill-favored room but, as soon as Seb’s lips and fingers were on him and he drank in the sight of familiar curves and dips of his boyfriend in the strange, weak glow of an old lamp and knew he was home. Home wasn’t a place after all, it was Sebastian and Blaine wasn’t sure how he’d ever managed to be away for seven days. He shivered when Seb’s fingers tightened in his hair, blunt nails scraping his scalp. Any fatigue he may have felt about magically traveling almost four thousand miles was swept away in the look Sebastian was giving him. 

He bit back a smile and toed out of his shoes and shrugged out of his sweatshirt, his clear quartz resting against his thumping heart,  his skin itching to feel Sebastian’s against his. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and placed the condoms and the two little vials on the ancient nightstand that held the old lamp and now Seb’s phone. He pulled down the covers just a bit, Seb’s grey sweat pants tight, showing the delicious outline of his cock beneath them. Blaine’s gave a little jolt knowing that all he had to do was lower them just a bit and he could taste him. He licked his lips and reached out, running the palm of his hand gently over his boyfriends cock, enjoying the little jump it gave under his palm before shifting so that he was under the covers and on the bed, nestled perfectly between Sebastian’s long legs. His clothed hips pressing into Seb’s as he lowered himself down on top of him. He let out a sigh as his bare chest pressed into Seb’s. 

“Did you mean like this?” His voice was soft, hardly there, one hand holding himself up so he could look down into Seb’s sea of green, his other hand cupping the side of his face, thumb running over his bottom lip before bringing his lips down and finally licking into Seb’s mouth. Letting himself taste. A little moan already trapping itself between them. “Gods, I’ve missed you…” the words mumbled between lips and tongues.

Seb:

The bed underneath Sebastian’s back gave an aching squeak as Blaine settled in between his hips, spreading his legs just so, that one of his knobby knees hit the wall. Sebastian kissed Blaine, melting into the warmth of his body. The scent of patchouli and sage that always burrowed into the other man’s skin was comforting but, there was another new, exciting scent living in his curly hair. Blaine smelled like wind and ozone tonight, making him just that more magical in the surreal moment. 

“Just like that.” Seb shivered when B’s thumb traced his bottom lip. He nipped at Blaine in between kisses, his skin already covered in goosebumps and aching for the other man. He wiggled his hips a little underneath Blaine, the bed gave another stressed moan. “You promise that they won’t be able to hear us?” Sebastian’s face broke into a smile that showed off every tooth, the situation was so silly and whimsical and his body was on fire with want. 

Here, was this man, who snuck into his room ,basically through the window, and was currently nestled under garish covers, pressed so close. It was like the teen movies and lifetime romances Sebastian used to watch in secret when he was a teen. He yearned for somebody charming and nice, who would do things like throw rocks at his window and win prizes at the carnival and grab him and kiss him in a fucking thunderstorm. All that corny shit. He never told a soul about it, not even Hunter. He kept it to himself, let his body be used, and hid his loneliness away behind biting sarcasm. 

But, on really bad days, he would go burrow away in the basement of his parents’ house, and turn on The Notebook or Say Anything or Can’t Buy Me Love or Notting Hill. Seb was finally the star of his own fucking great romance. His heart was racing and Blaine always made him feel like he was worth winning carnival prizes for, worth kissing in the rain, worth fucking visiting at 2AM in another country. 

“I’ve missed you back,” Seb gripped the sides of Blaine’s face and looked into his eyes for a moment, thankful for him, before arching up to steal another rushed, messy, wonderful kiss.  He slid his hands from Blaine’s 5 o clock shadow, down the tight muscles of his back, to grip his ass underneath his red sweatpants. Sebastian knew this would get Blaine to speed up and get him out of his own bottoms. 

“Let me show you how much.”

Blaine:

Blaine slid his hand down the side of Seb’s neck, his fingertips tracing each familiar freckle and new goosebumps gently and reassuringly, his lips pressing against the most prominent ones dotting the side of his slender neck. “I promise you, no one can hear us.” His heart skipped a beat, and butterfly wings beat against his stomach when Sebastian smiled that smile that showed off every tooth, featuring the little crooked one’s that he loved so much. The smile Blaine had crossed a smile Blaine had crossed a whole damn ocean to see. The smile that was for Blaine only, the one that could light up the whole universe if Sebastian were to show it to the world. But, thank the gods he didn’t. It was Blaine’s and Blaine’s alone and it made him wonder what he’d done to deserve such a beautiful thing.

His eyes went wide as Sebastian gripped his face, the look in his boyfriends eyes speaking volumes about what he was feeling and the butterflies in Blaine’s stomach fluttered faster. I love you was on the tip of his tongue but, Sebastian’s mouth and hands on his body trapped the words between them. It didn’t matter though, Sebastian knew, and Blaine made sure to write it on his skin with each kiss and each touch. He shivered at his boyfriend's words, the feeling of long fingers pressing into him giving him his own design of goosebumps. 

“Let me…” he mumbled, lifting his hips a bit so that his chest was pressed flush against Sebastian’s. His fingers hooking into the waist of Sebastian’s grey sweats and pushing them down as far as he could, his knees and feet pushing them the rest of the way to ball up at the foot of the bed by their feet. He did the same to his own, not caring that one leg of his still tangled around his ankle. He sighed as their bodies, without hindrance from clothing, were finally together. The hairs on Sebastian’s legs tickling his hips as he gave them a teasing roll and fuck he wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for long. Twelve days was far too long to go without touching him. 

He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on what he needed to do to make Sebastian comfortable and was impressed with himself when his fingers slicked up just like he wanted. His own spell, a little sex magic that Blaine had been working on but afraid to try until now. Now was perfect though, Seb had seen so much of what he could do and now maybe they wouldn’t have to waste money on lube anymore. He reached down between them, his slick fingers wrapping around Sebastian’s cock, he looked up, almost eye level with his boyfriend, smiling a little mischievously as he stroked him slowly gauging his reaction.

Seb:

Sebastian was so into Blaine and everything that he was doing that he hardly noticed that there wasn’t a bottle of lube laying on the bed. His head was so hazy with desire and instinct that it took him a second to realize that Blaine had used magic. His magic got better every day, it seemed. Even Seb, who didn’t really know shit about magic, knew this was an impressive display.

His eyes grew wide and locked onto the playful sparkle in B’s. Seb gasped as Blaine touched him, “Woah…” Sebastian rocked his hips into the other man’s hand and gripped his shoulders, one of his favorite places on Blaine’s body. He could feel everything there- when he was stressed, tired, relaxed. Right now he could feel the slightest shiver and Seb knew this wouldn’t last very long. The creaky bed made the slightest groan as their bodies moved and Sebastian rested his knee against the wall, the coolness a little bit shocking to his hot skin. 

Seb slid one of his hands between their bodies and grabbed Blaine’s cock, it was heavy and satisfying in his hand. He clumsily knocked against Blaine’s own hand for a moment and gave a breathless laugh mixed with a moan. 

“C’mon,baby. I’m not gonna last very long.”  Sebastian was tempted to start preparing himself but, he knew Blaine would knock his greedy fingers out of the way.

Blaine:

Blaine sighed when Seb’s long fingers gripped his shoulder, a simple touch and he was ready to come undone. He’d been wound so tight since Seb had left for France. It didn’t matter that he’d gotten to see him once and it didn’t matter that he knew he was safe. Sebastian belonged next to him. The skin on skin contact was slowly starting to unwind him though. His body jerking when Seb’s other hand gripped his cock. It twitched and he knew, without a doubt, that if he didn’t move soon he’d unwind completely. 

He bit his lip as he slid his hand from Seb’s cock  down and under until his magic slick fingers found what he wanted. He pressed his middle finger and index finger into Sebastian without much warning, crooking them slowly in and out trying to find that sweet spot. Seb clenching around him, and the buck of his hips telling Blaine he had. He pressed his palm against Sebastian’s balls creating pressure as he pumped his fingers, a third one joining the other two in the process. He groaned, he loved this, loved feeling Seb tight and slick around his fingers, he only wished he could see them slide into him properly but, his body and the blanket were in the way. 

He looked up at Sebastian, his boyfriends words needy and the little pet name giving his butterflies another little flutter as he took in the sights, from Seb’s bare knee sticking out from the covers, pressed against the wall, leaving his legs open and inviting for Blaine. He couldn’t take much more or once again, he’d come from just this. With his free hand he managed to reach the condoms and used his teeth to open it, his fingers still pressing in over and over again as he slipped it onto himself. His fingers withdrew and before Seb could miss them they were replaced with Blaine’s cock. He grunted and then moaned as he pressed himself all the way in,the pressure almost too much, and fell forward, his chest against Seb’s as he pressed their foreheads together so he could look into his eyes. One arm slipping under Seb’s head to cradle him, wanting to be close, fingers tangling into light brown hair. The other hand resting just so against Seb’s neck, the quick thump of his pulse vibrating through Blaine’s thumb as he fucked into him slow and deep, the ugly pink blanket slipping down over his ass a little more with each thrust. 

“Fuck, Seb… missed you so much…” Words almost unintelligible and mumbled into Seb’s open and waiting mouth before talking was too much. So Blaine kissed him as he moved, kissed him like it’d been a year, kissed him like it was the last time he’d get to do it. I love you apparent in each swipe of tongue. His toes curling with each thrust.

Seb:

Sebastian’s body acted on its own, his breathing rushed and harsh and trapped in between their hot skin. His hands shakily slid do hold on to the other man’s hips and he gasped as he pressed into him. With his hands there he could feel every movement Blaine made which made his body feel hotter, his knees weaker. 

The two of them were so close, wrapped up together in a mingle of pink sheets and sweatpants.The bed laboriously creaking underneath Sebastian’s back, he could feel the coils inside of the mattress move with the cadence of Blaine’s thrusts. 

Sebastian couldn’t speak when Blaine fucked him like this, his mind a fuzzy mixture of just ‘blaine blaine blaine’ and his body weak with need. All he could do was moan and hold tight, show his complete worship of the other man with his gasps of his name, and kiss and kiss and kiss.

 He loved the feel of the rough skin of his hands against his very sensitive neck, that was always enough to drive him crazy. Sebastian knew going into this he wasn’t going to last long and Blaine knew his body so well that he was sure he was on the same exact page. They always seemed to be. Sebastian’s knees tightened around Blaine’s body, pressing his own hands tighter to his hips, his back arching up off of the bed just a little bit as he came with a loud gasp and a stuttering of the hips.

Blaine:

Each little moan and each little gasp that fell from his boyfriends lips sent a thrill through Blaine’s overly sensitive body. His lips chasing the syllables as soon as they were uttered. His body hummed with pleasure and his mind consumed with just Sebastian. He stilled for a second, watching Sebastian fell apart in his arms. His head back, cheeks red with excitement, his lips swollen pink and parted with Blaine’s name. Sebastian was so beautiful and in moments like this be became almost otherworldly. 

Blaine wanted to keep going, wanted to see if he could fuck Sebastian back into another orgasm but, long legs locked around him, and strong slip fingers gripping into his hips, and the way Seb clenched around him left him only good for a few minutes more. He moaned low as he pressed in hard and came just as hard, his thumb pressing just so into Seb’s pulse point, his teeth nipping at his ear, his name barely more than a hot breath in Seb’s ear. He held his tense body up just for a moment so that he could catch one more glimpse of Seb in his glow before he let himself fall slack against his slick chest. His lips pressed against his neck, his arms cradling his boyfriends body close. 

He wasn’t sure how long he lay like that, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes but, if he wasn’t careful he’d fall asleep right there on top of Seb and where would that leave them in two hours when his family could catch them if Blaine were in snooze mode. He lifted up and cupped Seb’s face gently, his face heated just like it always was after sex, smiling lovingly down at him before kissing him just as gently. An unspoken I love you.

“In a perfect world, we’d get to fall asleep together tonight.” He knew they had other plans, but he was spent and curling up beside Sebastian in the impossibly small bed and wrapping himself around his person sounded incredible. Plus, the thought of leaving after getting to see and touch him for such a short time was already rubbing a little ache back into his heart. He let out little laugh through his nose and shook his head as he eased himself out of Sebastian. He subtly used a bit of magic to make the condom disappear, he didn’t want Sebastian to have to explain to his grandmother or mother who it was used with should it be found. That would be a disaster considering they both knew he was with Blaine. Especially with Sabine. He eased himself over to Seb’s side, his bare back exposed to the room as he tangled his leg with Seb’s to keep from falling off the bed. He pressed a kiss to Seb’s shoulder before resting his head on the same spot.  “Don’t suppose I could just put them under a spell and we sleep just like this in each others arms all through Christmas day, huh?”

Seb:

Seb watched Blaine fall apart above him, his whole body overwhelmed and spent. He let his tired body be cradled by Blaine, shivered at each sensitive touch and kiss. He pressed his hands flat against his back and listened to the other man’s ragged breathing. 

Sebastian was impressed by the display of subtle magic Blaine showed as he cleaned them up and disposed of any evidence. The other man’s magic grew stronger every day. He hoped that Blaine would have enough energy to get home safely. Seb made a mental note that he needed to make sure B was rested and energized before he left. 

“I really wish that was possible. But, like, I dunno...I might actually feel a little guilty about that.” Sebastian pressed his body closer to the wall to make room for the other man. He laughed a little and turned to press a small kiss to Blaine’s lips. “You’re my pumpkin,B.” He ran a hand over his boyfriend’s bicep. “We gotta get you home soon before….poof!” Sebastian mimed a little explosion against Blaine’s arm. 

“On a serious note, I really do wish we could just lay here all night. It would be nice. But, I think we have one last thing to do, right? Go see the Eiffel tower? Oh damn. I’m not sure if we’re going to be able to get a taxi this late.”

Blaine:

Blaine nodded against Seb’s shoulder showing that he understood, and he really did. His grandmother only really got to see him once or twice a year, so of course he’d want to spend the morning with her and his mom. Blaine also had no doubt that Sebastian would much rather Blaine get to be there as well. There was always next year. Blaine smile stretched as he laughed against Seb’s skin. “Could you imagine? The pumpkin was always one of my favorite parts of Cinderella though, that the two adorable little mice. Gus-Gus and Jaq.” He sighed, nuzzled into Seb again for a moment. “Anyway, I know I need to go soon. The sun will be up before we know it. Plus, seeing how it’s only about ten in Massachusetts Ras wont be able to sleep unless I get back. He’s taken over your side of the bed, you know. Makes me spoon him just like you.” He teased, knowing Seb missed the both of them. He thought he’d like to know Ras missed him just as much. 

Blaine had almost forgotten about their Christmas morning plans to go see the Eiffel tower. He let out a laugh and shook his head. “Now you know that it’s closed right now so even if we did get one we’d just have to stand there and look at it. No, I have other plans.” He nuzzled into his boyfriend one last time, hoping to make the feeling last for the next four days until he came home before gently rolling himself out of the little bed. He riffled through the covers and discovered their sweats. He passed Seb’s to him and pulled his own on followed by his sweatshirt. He didn’t have time to look for a shirt or Seb so he pulled Seb to him and wrapped the ugly pale pink blanket around him like a burrito. 

He looked up at Seb, still nervous that he’d back out. “So, magic travel. It’s not really meant for humans or normal animals but it is possible, you just have to prepare properly. I learned that the hard way when I took Ras last year and threw up promptly after. He was still super happy about it and now that I’ve perfected my potions, he does even better. No more dizziness and no more sickness. I take him to LeFay using magic all the time now and he loves it. And I know you’re not a dog but, I tweaked the potion to fit you and the way your body works specifically. You won’t feel sick at all, I promise.” He held up the little ginger colored vial and handed it to Seb followed by the little green bottle filled with an energy potion.  “And this one will help you with energy, it’s got Yerba Mate in it and you’ve had that before. I know it’s  almost time for your mom and grandmother to wake you up for Christmas morning, and I’ve kept you awake for too long so and you’ve not slept so... this will help. You’ll not feel drowsy or grumpy this morning.” He watched as Seb drank each one the vials, thankful that he trusted him enough to do so.

He was a little drowsy himself, his body bordering from exhaustion from the magic and the sex and the adrenaline. And he knew he still needed to get seb back here and them himself back to Enjolras but, he knew how to pace himself. He could already tell he’d be collapsing into the covers of Sebastian's apartment as soon as he made it home. He’d have to remember to send Seb a text before hand. He pulled Seb close, his arms wrapped tightly and protectively around him, warming magic already flowing from him to Seb. He pulled him even closer, as he prepared to leave, as if his boyfriend might float away. Who knows, maybe he could, Blaine didn’t and wouldn’t want to find out.

“Hold tight, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispered into Seb’s ear before he closed his eyes and focused on where he wanted them to go. Could picture the top floor the the tower overlooking the Banks of the Seine as he let The familiar pull and pop take him and Sebastian there, their bare feet pressing into the cool floor of the tower before he knew it.

Seb:

Seb scrubbed a hand over his face, he hadn’t even thought about the fact that it would be closed or that his magical boyfriend could get them there. “Duh. Of course you’ll get us there.” 

Sebastian was really nervous about the magic travelling but,he trusted Blaine. He listened carefully as he explained the potions, held the cold glass bottles in the palm of his hand. Sebastian had been using homemade tinctures and products from Blaine for months and they were all great. This couldn’t be any different and he would do just about anything Blaine asked. 

“Down the hatch.” Sebastian tipped the dark yellow bottle back first, and then the green. They were both bitter, herbal, and smooth like tea. 

He grasped on to Blaine, the two of them wrapped in his Grandmother’s blanket. Sebastian’s eyes were wide and his mouth was held tight, his fingers pressing hard into Blaine’s shoulder blades. Sebastian exhaled through his nose and nodded, he squeezed his eyes shut reflexively as they started to move. 

Well, using the word ‘move’ wasn’t really right. Neither were the words ‘floating’ or ‘flying’ or ‘drifting’.  How was somebody like Sebastian ever going to explain such a fantastical moment? It felt like speeding recklessly at 2 AM or fast forwarding a worn out movie over and over again, the characters on the screen comically stepping forward only to step back again in an awkward dance. 

If Seb hadn’t taken the potion he would have for sure thrown up or passed out or fell off of the fucking Eiffel tower to his (fashionable and on brand) death. His world spun, or rather, unraveled for a few minutes, his bare feet pressed against frigid metal which shocked his eyes open. 

Suddenly, Sebastian’s eyes were filled with city lights. His ears filled with the sounds of the early morning city and his skin prickled from the cold Parisian air. His mouth fell open just a little bit, it was overwhelming. He could see the river and the lines where streets cut the city into what looked like slices of cake sprinkled with light.

“Blaine, it’s wonderful.” He reached out and grasped his boyfriend’s hand. “You know, I was born here. I went to school here. I’ve spent so much of my time in Paris. But,  I’ve never experienced anything like this before. “ Sebastian turned to look at Blaine, “this is amazing.” Sebastian admired the profile of Blaine’s face for a few moments before he pulled him into a kiss. “This is the best Christmas morning I’ve ever had. I love you.”

Blaine:

Blaine watched with a swell in his heart as Sebastian took in the sights around him. His boyfriend was so awestruck and beautiful up here in the Paris glow of Christmas morning that Blaine forgot to look around and see the city for himself for a moment. He reluctantly made himself look away from Sebastian’s lovely face but kept his body pressed close. The city was waking up, sleepy and slow. Christmas lights and store lights blinking on and off gently to the hum of electricity and vehicles on the ground. It was almost overwhelming being up here and looking down. There was magic here, Blaine could feel it. From the streets to the monuments to cathedral walls to right up where Sebastian’s green eyes were awestruck. 

He swallowed hard, fighting back a ridiculous and wonderful wave of emotion as he listened to Sebastian. His eyes wide and shiny with happy tears as he watched his boyfriends face and knew that it was because of him that he was feeling like this. Blaine had done this. He’d given Sebastian a new view of his home and it made Blaine’s heart skip beats and he wanted to soar over the city and tell them all how much he loved this man. How much he meant to him. His exhaustion from the use of magic was long gone as he held his boyfriend and looked out over this strange new city. He let out a teary little laugh, a happy laugh, a light and giddy one that he was sure the oblivious people below could hear.

He let himself be pulled into Seb’s arms, melting into him instantly. His words and kisses sending goosebumps over his skin that had nothing to do with the crisp Paris winter morning. He swallowed again, hoping to push the emotion in his voice down and failing miserably. 

“Merry Christmas, Seb. I love you back.” He nuzzled his nose into Seb’s, giggling again as he echoed Sebastian's teasing words to him from a couple of weeks ago. “You absolute tourist.” He could not recall the last time he’d felt so light and loved.

/fin.

[heros-amoung-us]

Hi! Love your blog 💕 also your nightclub au, I missed my bus because I was so engulfed in the story 😔👏💖 anyways, Could I get a scenario where Bakugou wakes up from a nightmare about him being kidnapped and he goes over to his girlfriends house for her to comfort him in cuddle i need little spoon Katsuki 😤😤

Omg THANK YOU!! I appreciate the love and support so much, but please don’t miss anymore buses because of me!!! Thanks for such a fun request! Once I saw your message I was instantly motivated. Hope you like it!

A loud, sleepy moan escaped the lips of a sleeping Katsuki Bakugou. The ash blond aggressively rolled over in his black sheets, smothering his face into his pillow. His eyes remained closed as he gripped onto his bed harder, his sheets twisting and bunching between his strong fingers. His eyebrows knitted together while he clenched his jaw.

The back of his neck and the palms of his hands were soaked in sweat.

Another abrupt and loud moan came from the sleeping boy. His hands began letting off smoke.

It was the first night back home since he had been kidnapped by the league of villains. And it was not going well.

At first, he couldn’t fall asleep due to pure fear. Eventually, that subsided as his fatigue overtook him and he slipped into a sleep-like state riddled with nightmares.

Katsuki’s biceps bulged as he gripped onto his sheets even tighter.

This had been his third nightmare so far.

They were all pretty much the same; the league of villains would bust into his room while he was sleeping and take him away again. However, each dream seemed to get worse. His first one ended when the league of villains erased his quirk for good and forced him to become a villain. The second ended with them holding his parent’s hostage and torturing them until he agreed to join them. But this one. This one was the worst.

“hmm~ Let her go you stinkin’ bastards…” He angrily mumbled in his sleep.

You had been kidnapped by the league first, to lure him into their establishment. You were being held with a knife against your throat, crying and calling out for him to save you. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t get close enough. You and the villain always seemed to be out of reach, and others were attacking him around every corner and appearing out of no where. He was helpless.

Katsuki’s heart rate began to speed up as he watched the villains begin to torture you: cutting your skin in various and painful places. Your agonizing screams were deafening to him.

Deep hyperventilating breaths escaped through his nose and into his pillow. His palms unconsciously sparking the more he sweat. Fear was shaking his entire body.

Suddenly, he woke up, screaming “FUCK!” and sitting straight up in his bed.

His crimson eyes were wide as he stared at his black sheets, his mind still unsure if he was awake or still dreaming. The feeling of fear and anger resided in him as he tried to wrap his head around reality. His neck and back felt cold against his sweat. Messy, blond hair fell in front of his red eyes. Katsuki ran a sweaty hand through it as he took a deep shaky breath out. He closed his eyes once again, a warm tear falling from his right eye.

He slowly remembered where he was; in his cool dark room, alone. Without much thinking, he opened his eyes and reach across his bed to his phone. Immediately he unplugged it from it’s charger and dialed a number. He held the phone in a death grip against his ear, his eyes staring helplessly at his other hand.

He waited impatiently as he listened to the other line ring.

Pick up goddamn it. Please, just fucking answer the phone.

His breath hitched when he heard the line being picked up

“Katsuki?” Your delicate and half-asleep voice sounded from the other side.

Katsuki squeezed his eyes closed as a relieved sign escaped his lips. His heart rate picked up ever so slightly as he fully realized you were okay. He placed a hand over his mouth to prevent him from making any noises that would give his weak state away. If there was a god, he would be kissing their feet right now knowing that it was all just a dream.

“Hey,” He finally spoke when he knew he could compose himself. His voice was deep and still huskily full of sleep. “I’m coming over.”

He heard some shuffling from the other side. “…why? It’s 3 in the morning, babe.”

His arms physically craved the feeling of you in them.

“I’m just…I’m fucking coming over, so you better leave me some room in that bed of yours.” He stubbornly stated.

He began getting out of his bed (immediately turning the lights on) and putting sweat pants and a new shirt on. He listened as you huffed a breath into the phone.

“Everything okay?” You asked, your voice still laced with sleep.

Katsuki slowly opened his bedroom window and jumped out. He slightly groaned as his feet hit the solid ground.

“What was that? Wait, what are you doing?” Your voice was more alarmed this time.

“Relax, I’m on my way that’s all.” He reassured in an irritated voice.

You had your suspicions about why he was coming over. I mean, you were his girlfriend and you did truly know him better than anybody. You knew he would have a rough night.

“Alright, just make the trip quick…” You worried about him being alone outside at night. “…I don’t wanna have to fall asleep alone over here.”

Katsuki felt his heart tighten at your words. “I’ll be there in less than 5 minutes babe.” Then he hung up.

Shoving the phone securely into his pocket he began sprinting down the empty and dark road. The cool spring air breezed through his hair and tickled his exposed skin.

Luckily, you only lived a few houses down from him.

Katsuki’s veins pumped with adrenaline as he reached your house. The window above the front door opened and your tired form leaned against the frame. Your hair was in a messy bun and one of your tank top straps lazily hung off your shoulder. You rubbed your eyes down at Katsuki and he desperately looked up at you. God you were stunning no matter what time it was.

“Hey Romeo,” you yawned, leaning your chin in your palm and smirking down at him.

“Move or else I’ll hit you,” he responded, his palms letting off a couple sparks.

You simply complied and moved away from the window sill. An explosion was heard as katsuki propelled himself up and landed in your room.

You stared at him as he intensely stared back at you. Unspoken emotions hanging around in the air. You could tell he was feeling scared…or maybe lonely, or both. Either way he needed comfort.

You gestured toward your bed. “Come on, let’s sleep,” you softly said.

Katsuki grunted in response and slowly walked over to your bedside.

You crawled in and under the covers first. He followed, immediately taking you into his arms and holding you tight against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his back and leaned your face into his neck. You could feel his heart beating fast. So fast. He exhaled a deep breath and you noticed the smallest tremor in his body.

“Oh katsuki,” you soothingly said into his neck.

You felt his grip tighten around you as he smothered you further into his hold.

You began tracing small circles into his back and coeing soft hums into his skin.

As time went on, the two of you remained like that for a while. You began to doze off again when you felt Katsuki suddenly shift. Your eyes fully opened as you watched him turn around, his back facing you. You blinked in confusion, but continued to draw small circles on his back nonetheless.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he suddenly said. His deep voice cut through your dark room. You didn’t say anything, just listened. “I…ah fuck…They fucking took you. They took you from me and I couldn’t do anything about it. Couldn’t get close enough. Wasn’t fucking strong enough. They took you.”

“Shhhh,” you soothed, you let your hand trace down his back and under his arm, wrapping your arm around his chest. “It was just a dream,”

Katsuki deeply breathed. “I thought it was real. Fuck, I really thought I lost you to those sons of bitches.”

“I’m here. I’m here with you. You’re here with me. And that’s not going to change. You’ll always be my hero and you’ll always protect me. And I won’t let any league get to you or to me.”

Katsuki was quite but you felt him lean himself more into you. You fully spooned him.

“Promise?” His voice was low but more delicate than you had ever heard before. For a second, you thought it came from somewhere or someone else.

“Promise. I love you Katsuki. Now try to get some sleep. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

Katsuki slowly closed his tired eyes as he listened to your voice. For the first time that night, he finally felt safe.

“Love you too, [Y/n],”

[lovelybones81]

Unthinkable *updated 2/5*

Summary: Seven years, three movies, two people, one story. But before they can get their happily ever after, Sebastian Stan and Camille Solis must learn to trust in each other and in themselves, before allowing the unthinkable to happen.

Warnings: Fluff,  Smut, Language, Angst, mental health, WOC lead character

Rating: NC-17 (if you’re under 18 go away!!!) 

Note: Here is the second part of Chapter 22! xoxo 

Chapter 22 Get You (part 2) 

Camille stood in front of the bathroom vanity, upbraiding her hair with a grim look. She glanced back up at the mirror and frowned, feeling like the stupidest person in the world. 

 She has fallen asleep! She fucking fell asleep on Sebastian! 

 You ruined everything. 

 One minute she was waiting for him to get back from the bathroom, the next minute she opened her eyes and found herself covered with a quilt, Sebastian lying next to her, asleep.    

 If she wasn’t so humiliated, she would have laughed at how ridiculous all of this was. After she got her hair completely upbraided, she snatched a makeup wipe from the counter and began wiping her face. It had been over a year since she had sex and she would be the one to fall asleep before actually doing it. 

 Oh god. 

 What if Sebastian thought she wasn’t interested and that’s why she had fallen passed out? She groaned loudly and glanced back up at her reflection. She was interested, very much so! A light shiver ran down her spine when she remembered how he had straddled and kissed her. Closing her eyes, she moaned softly, heart racing rapidly at the mere thought of doing it again- 

 Unless of course, fatigue won over her hormones again. She rolled her eyes, at least she fell well rested now. Shaking her head, Camille tossed the used makeup wipe into the trash. 

 Unfortunately Sebastian was now the one passed out, and Camille couldn’t blame him. Especially since it was now past midnight. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to happen. Maybe this was as far as things were going to go. 

 Camille untied the front of her dress and slipped it off, distractedly. Placing the dress on the counter, she turned to grab her pajamas, instantly remembering she hadn’t taken them out of the suitcase. She had stumbled out of bed, after her two hour nap and went straight into the bathroom.  

 Letting out an annoyed sigh, she walked out of the bathroom and toward her luggage on the love-seat.  

 “Cam?” Came a groggy voice a few feet away.  

 Squeezing her eyes tight and feeling ashamed, Camille came to halt but wouldn’t look at him. “Yeah?” She squeaked. 

 “Are you going somewhere?” Sebastian mumbled. 

 At the question, Camille sucked in a breath and faced him. He pushed himself in sitting position and slid toward the end of the bed at the same time rubbing a hand over his sleepy face. 

 “Everything okay?” He asked with a small yawn. A yawn that quickly turned into a small cough when his eyes finally landed on her. The sleepy look in his eyes disappearing. 

 Camille heard him muttered in Romanian.

 “What?” She asked confused. 

 “Fuck Camille-you really know how to jolt a person awake.” He said with a lick of his bottom lip, his eyes lingering up and down her body. “God- you’re beautiful.” She heard him blurt out, his cheeks flushed. 

 It took a few second for his words and look to register. She had been so consumed in her humiliation, she had forgotten she taken off the dress and was only in her new lacy lingerie. Camille felt the heat on her cheeks. “S-Sorry. I honestly forgot I was only wearing this.” She finished lamely. But also thankful she had taken Natalie’s advice about buying new bra and underwear for the trip.  

 Sebastian raised a suspicious eyebrow and reached for her hand. “You sure?” He asked mischievously and drawing her to him. 

 “Yes.” Camille answered, looking down at him with a small frown. “I was trying my best to forget that I fell asleep on you...” she uttered, changing the subject.  

 “Well- I mean you technically didn’t fall asleep on me...but more of before me.”  Sebastian reminded in a taunt tone. 

 Camille groaned in embarrassment, taking a small step back. 

 “Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! C’mere.” Sebastian snickered lightly, placing his hands softly on each side of her hips before she could take another step. 

 “Seb-.” Camille protested and suppressed a low moan when his fingertips caressed up and down her skin.

 “What?” He said, lifting his chin and eyes back up at her. 

 She sighed and mumbled. “I fell asleep!”  

 He nodded. “I know. Who do you do think covered you with the quilt?” A small grin tugging on his mouth. 

 Camille wrinkled her nose down at him. “It’s not funny.” 

 “It’s a little bit funny.” Sebastian countered with a wink. Camille frowned. He continued. “So you fell asleep-” She opened her mouth to speak, he gave her bare hip a light squeeze. “Cam- you had been up for almost 16 hours without sitting down-I’m surprised you didn’t crash sooner.” He said gently.  

 She sighed. “I know, but still-I’m sorry-.”

 He shook his head again and brought a finger up to her lips. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He said in a stern voice. She furrowed her forehead, not sure of what else to say. “If it makes you feel any better- I fell asleep too.” Sebastian tried to comfort.

 “Yeah- but after I did!” She cried.

 He shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean…yeah…but for the record- I was tired.” He offered with puppy eyes that made her heart melt. “And a two-hour nap is just what I needed.” His eyes widening like a little kid. “Now I’m wide awake.”

 “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” Camille mumbled, leisurely running her fingers through his short hair before trailing them to the back of his neck.  

 Sebastian gave a small nod with a twitch of his mouth. “Maybe.” Then dropped his hands from her hips to push up against them as he leaned back to get a better look at her. She saw the jaw clutch when his eyes lingered up and down her body.

 Camille should have felt exposed, insecure even- but it was quite the opposite-she felt sensual and wanted- and that made her skin tingle with anticipation. “I’m wide awake now too…” she said hoarsely, leaning her face into his.

 He smiled slyly and nuzzled his nose up to hers. “What are we going to do about it?”

 Letting out a small sigh she answered. “What we should have been doing two hours ago...”

 Sebastian tilted his head away from her to quirk an eyebrow and lick his lips. “Oh?” He said as his eyes fell to her cleavage. 

 Camille felt every nerve of her body on full alert. The mood changing between them again and Camille’s brain forgetting about the humiliation from earlier. The need to be near him absorbing her thoughts. She swallowed the huge lump in her throat and leaned back into him to press a soft kiss. For the next few seconds, neither one moved or said a word. Then Camille drew her head back and gazed down at him through her lashes.  

 “That still doesn’t answer the question.” He said in a serious tone, his blue eyes gleaming with mischievousness. 

 Camille pouted, standing straight up. “In that case-I should go put on my pajamas.” She shot back and motioned toward her luggage. But before she could make a move, Sebastian’s both arms wrapped around her hips, tugging her back. She hid the smile with a bite of her lip. 

 “Uh-uh. Nice try.” He grunted, deftly resting his chin on her exposed belly then moving his eyes back up to meet hers. She blinked back innocently. She felt the quiver all the way down her toes at the feel of his five o’clock shadow on her skin. “You okay?” He asked his voice laced with concern as the palm of his hands slid up her bare back. 

 “Hmmm, hmmm y-yeah.” Camille stammered and closed her eyes for a split second, trying to focus on his voice, instead of his touch. Opening them back up, she rubbed the top of his broad shoulders almost anxiously. Hoping he couldn’t hear how fast her heart was beating.  

 Sebastian tilted his head back and away from her with a look of real worry in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?” The worry look replaced by one of uncertainty as he dropped his hands. 

 She grasped he was as nervous about this as she was. They were about to cross a line they had been titillating back and forth for months. Yes, it was thrilling but it was also a bit scary. 

 Her eyes locked with his once more. “Yes-I’m sure.” She heard herself whisper before bending back down to press her lips against his in a sweet, gently kiss. “Very sure.” She reassured breaking away and pressing her forehead to his. “I want this...I want you.” 

 Sebastian’s whole face grew into a wide grin at her admission. His smiles were lethal, especially when they reached all the way to his face and eyes. She has never met anyone who could smile with their whole face. It was one of the many weaknesses she had when it came to him.

 He snaked one hand smoothly behind her neck and captured her lips back in an asserting sexual kiss that made Camille weak at the knees. Sebastian’s warm tongue found hers and they both let out small moans of pleasure. For the next few moments their mouths and tongues explored and teased each other in hungry, long and messy kisses. A whiny sound escaped her mouth when he massaged the back of her scalp. With their mouths still locked in needy kisses, Camille’s hand drew back up to his neck, clutching hard.

 Sebastian broke the kiss first-but not before sucking on her bottom lip. Camille felt the quiver of the action go through her veins and between her thighs. Her hands trembling slightly on his neck.

 “Camille-we don’t have to do this.” Sebastian reminded gently, peering up at her with a thoughtful look on his face.

 A small sigh left her lips at his words, but locked her fingers behind his head. “You’re following my lead remember?”

 “You’re right.” Sebastian answered with a small smirk and pushed his forehead back to hers. “Anytime this doesn’t feel right though-“

 “I know baby.” Camille whispered, the butterflies in her stomach flapping nervously. And thankful for his reassurances and need to get consent from her. She let out a small gasp in surprise when his fingers tangled back into her hair and pulled her mouth a bit rougher to his. He nipped and sucked on her bottom lip once more, as his large hands smoothed through her hair, bare shoulders, back and spine before settling on her ribs. His lips trailed light feather kisses along her jaw, neck and front chest.

 She tighten her grip on his hair and her eyes fluttered shut when one hand slid from her rib to the front of her belly, at the same time his mouth did. Camille let out a shaky exhale at the feel of his hot lips sending open mouth kisses up and down the front of her torso and every so often sucking tenderly. Small whiny noises left her mouth with every touch he made. Camille massaged his scalp, hoping to convey how good it felt. She licked her lips sensually in anticipation when she peered down at him.

 After a few long minutes, Sebastian broke his lips away and looked up, his usual blue gleaming eyes-now blown and dark- filled with hunger. Not taking his eyes off her, he leaned back in to give one side of her hip bone a slight bite. Her eyes flickered. “Hmm, I finally get to touch this…” he grunted as one finger traced along the outline of her tattoo.

 Camille tried to focus on her thoughts, but fuck, was it hard. After a few moments she mocked. “I forgot about your tattoo kink...” playing with his hair. 

 Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows. “We’re not having this conversation right now.” Camille laughed wholeheartedly at his answer. But it stopped abruptly when his tongue replaced his finger on the tattoo.  

 “O-oh my god.” She stammered. 

 “I did say if I ever had the chance I would trace it with my tongue.” He mused wickedly against her skin.  

 “Y-You d-did.” 

 His tongue slipped back out and tortuously and carefully lick the outline of the tropaeolums flowers on her torso, then down her hip. Her pulse quickening when she felt his palm cup her almost bare ass. 

 “You know...earlier in the dressing room I just assumed you were wearing lacy underwear...” he confessed with a bite of his own lip. “But fuck... was I wrong.” He growled, his other finger tracing the elastic of the bikini top on her hip. 

 Camille moaned. Feeling the wetness begin to gather between her thighs. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. She inhaled when both of his hands clutched each ass cheek.

 “Fuck Camille.” He choked out, as if in complete shock of what he got to at the moment. She felt him squeeze and grip tightly, an animalistic sound tearing from his mouth. He clutched again and brought his tongue back down. 

 “S-Sebastian...” She whined.

 He ignored the plea and sucked on her hipbone. Then lifted his head back up and smacked his lips together. “Can I find out how far your tattoo goes?” He implored softly. 

 If she wasn’t so immensely turned on or wet she would have laughed. Or if it would have been anyone else but Sebastian. But it was him, and she was putty in his hands. So instead she gave a small nod in response, since apparently that was all her brain could compute at the moment.  

 “Use your words dragoste.” Sebastian ordered tenderly.  

 She sucked in wobbly breath. “Y-yes.” 

 At her verbal consent, Sebastian put his lips back on her hipbone, simultaneously tugging on her lacy thong as his mouth excruciatingly dipped lower and lower. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she watched. Her breath irregular, the lower he got. Before Camille could put a thought together, Sebastian had plucked the lacy material all the way down her legs. She blindly stepped out of them and trembled when she felt Sebastian’s hot breath on her pubic bone. 

 This was the sexiest thing anyone had every done to her and they hadn’t gotten fully naked yet. 

 She felt completely empowered and delved her fingers back into his hair and instinctively nudged him, wanting his mouth back on her. But Sebastian wasn’t taking the hint. She heard him exhale loudly and use one finger to stroke the very end of the tattoo, closest to her hipbone.  

 “Seb, please.” She mewled and squeezed her eyes shut. The throb between her legs, growing with every second. 

 “Not yet baby.” He said, his voice dropping.  

 “But...” she started with a whimper in a sultry tone. Hoping that would be enough to get him to do what she wanted.  

 She heard him chuckle wickedly against her skin. “So impatient.” Camille whimpered louder. “Are you wet for me Camille?” 

 “Yes.” She breathed, biting down hard on her bottom lip. 

 “Let’s see...” He pondered as he began to rub her swollen and sensitive bud between her thighs. “Fuck.” He grunted when he felt the silkiness of her arousal. She jerked her body as he brushed her clit once, twice, three times, not breaking their gaze.

 He rambled again in Romanian. Any other time she would have asked for him to translate. But she didn’t care- at least not right now.

 Camille gasped when Sebastian twisted her body into the bed in a single move. She found herself looking up at the four poster bed but only for a moment before he drew her face close. 

 “You’re amazing.” he croaked before invading her lips with a sloppy kiss. Camille responded back, easing her tongue into his mouth. As they continued their attack, Sebastian aligned his body next to hers and Camille took the opportunity to slide her hands up his chest, not stopping until they were locked behind his neck. Pushing her back completely to the mattress, he shifted to one side, pressing her against his hard body. He thrust forward, making them both moan. 

 “Esti etat de frumos.” Sebastian breathed against her mouth, stroking one side of her cheek with his knuckles. She shivered, her brain not understanding what he just said. “The way your body is reacting to me...” he observed, breaking from her mouth. Then moved his knuckles down her bare shoulder, arm, resting on her stomach.  

 “It seems to have a mind of its own.” Camille confessed shyly. Then let out a pleasurable sound when he rubbed his thumb along her bikini line. “I need you Sebastian.” She almost begged, unlocking her arms away from his neck. 

 “I need you too.” He revealed, his voice full of emotion.

 Before Camille has the chance to speak again, his lips seized hers. A demanding, selfish kind of kiss. A kiss that filled her mouth with urgent need and left her begging for oxygen when he broke it. She cried out when his hand cupped her mound and felt the heat radiate through her whole body. Sebastian used his thumb and forefinger to stroke back and forth. Camille gripped his wrist, desire shooting through her and flooding her inner thighs once again.

 Dipping one finger into her slit, Sebastian hissed. “Jesus dragoste, do you always get this wet?” He didn’t wait for a response, instead he took her hand to her center and rubbed her own finger against her wetness. “Feel that? Hear it?” He whispered. “So warm...” Licking his lips. 

 Camille purred almost cat like at the action. 

 He brought their wet fingers away from her and moved it up to his face. “I’ve been wanting to know what you taste like...” he told her. Bringing her finger and his own into his mouth and sucked gently. Moaning. She bit her lip, watching Sebastian, as he tasted their fingers together. He licked them and sucked them and finally slid them out of his mouth. 

 All she could do was stare in awe, pretty certain she was dripping down her thighs and unto the sheets beneath her. The goosebumps rising all the way up to her nipples. She moaned when he eased a finger back into her. Sliding in and out. He didn’t mess around. He went straight for the kill. In and out he stroked her over and over until she was panting. She cried out his name softly when he added a second finger to the first one, without hesitation.

 Camille bowed her back, her face distorted with pleasure as he continued his attack. She arched and bumped up against his fingers, forcing him deeper. Her nose nuzzling tenderly to his in search of his mouth for another searing kiss. Her moans and pants echoed throughout the suite with every long stroke his fingers made. She pressed forward on his fingers in impatience, eyes glazed with desire.

 Sebastian tear his mouth away and stopped moving when she took over and began raising up and down. Small gasps escaping her mouth with every movement she made. She felt wanted, sexy and respected all at the same time. Sebastian had helped with that.

 “You don’t even need me do you?” Sebastian asked, his voice laced with lust, but his eyes dancing with admiration.

 She had established her own rhythm and her breathing had turned ragged and quick as her hips rocked unto his two fingers. “I do need you.” She whispered, snuggling her face into his neck. “I’m wet because of you Sebastian.”

 At her words, Sebastian growled and nipped her earlobe. And at the same time she rolled her hips, her body desperate for more of his touch. She felt her stomach coil as she rocked a bit faster on his fingers, feeling the first waves of orgasm take over. She clasped tight unto him and then came on a low moan. Sebastian didn't move his fingers, he kept them in place-and she gasped at how he filled her as she jerked and shuddered. She cried out his name over and over. It was long, tight as she enjoyed the orgasm with little pants of pleasure. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. After a few seconds, Camille whispered. "Mmmm, you're so good at that."

 Sebastian chuckled softly at her response, nuzzling his nose sweetly to hers. “You did say it’s been a while...so don’t give me too much credit.”  

 If she wasn’t still coming down from the high, she would have rolled her eyes, instead she nuzzled back and sighed in contentment. A surprise whimper left her mouth when he pulled back a little, brushing her throbbing lips and not her clit. Camille whined. Her body needed a second to recuperate. But Sebastian didn't seem to care about that, he smoothly stroked again, while he whispered in her ear what he wanted to do to her. She felt hot and trembly all over again.

 And by the look in Sebastian's eyes, he knew it too.

 He started touching her more eagerly, dipping inside her body with his big finger, and using the heel of his hand to stroke her. With each touch the pleasure built all over again until she whimpered out and came once more, this time going completely limp against the mattress. She felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room.

 "Holy shit." she said after she had caught her breath.

 "That was fucking sexy." Sebastian stated in admiration. "Have I mentioned how hot you are?" A hint of humor in his voice that made Camille laugh bashfully. He moved his lips to one side of her cheek and Camille could feel the smile on his face when he pressed them against her soft skin. He slid one arm around her waist, softly rubbing the small of her spine. She heard him inhale at the same time his hand moved from her spine back to her bare hip. “Seriously though...” he started, his fingertip lightly caressing right above the bikini line. 

 Camille drew her head back and frowned down at him with a pretend look of hurt on her face. “So...I’m not hot?” She asked with a scoff. Unable to stop herself from making a smart ass comment-even at a moment like this. It wouldn’t be her or them if she didn’t get a chance to roast him. And Camille was sure, deep, deep down he appreciated it. Or least she hoped he did.  

 “W-Wha-?” Sebastian started obviously confused.  

 “You said ‘seriously though...’” she repeated innocently, trying her best to keep a straight face. 

 It took a few seconds then it dawned on him and the confused look left his handsome face as he cocked an eyebrow. “You know what Camille-.” He started and tickled her side. 

 Camille jumped in surprise, unable to keep the fit of giggles from escaping her mouth. “Seb!” She squealed, blindly gripping his arm.��

 When she looked back, Sebastian had a huge grin on his face, his hand coming to a stop. “It’s lucky you’re cute.” He stated, giving her a hip a squeeze. 

 “Is that so?” She mocked after she stopped laughing.  

 “Hmm, hmm yea.” He responded back and smoothed his hand back down between her thighs. “And soft...” he added, the tone of his voice dropping when he cupped her mound.  

 Involuntarily she grind herself into his large hand. Her body energized again. A disappointed sound left her when he jerked his hand away, then glided it back up to her hip, torso and finally resting on one covered breasts. She nibbled on her bottom lip when Sebastian massaged it. 

 “So soft.” He moaned and pinched her nipple through the material. Camille withered against him. Without taking her eyes off him, Sebastian nudged his nose to the side of her face once more, before trailing down her jaw and neck. Once his nose touched her collarbone, he placed open mouth kisses before dipping down to her chest- his hand continuing to stroke.

 Her pulse accelerated when his warm lips grazed the non-covered part of her breast. Her whole body vibrated when he sucked hard on the warm skin. 

 Sebastian tugged his face back up to hers, a look of gratification on his beautiful face. “That shut you right up didn’t it?” He mused. “Good to know for the future.” 

 Camille scowled and opened her mouth but wasn’t able to get a word out. Sebastian took her mouth again and claimed it. Claimed her. His hands slid down to her back as he took the kiss deeper. A low gasp escaped at the feel of his hand back on her bare ass. 

 She needed to feel him. Skin to skin. Her brain couldn’t comprehended what was happening, Camille yanked his shirt from his waistband but before she could go any further, he smoothly grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him in annoyance. 

 “I said- not yet baby.” He reiterated in a commanding voice that brought a tingle sensation between her thighs.

 He unclasped the front catch of her bra and bared her to him. The cooler air brushed over hot skin and made her nipples hard as rocks. Her back arched of its volition as her body tried to get closer to his touch. “Oh hell yes.” He growled and glanced from his approval of her bare breasts to her eyes. “Fuck Camille-you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Pushing the lacy bra aside, completely baring her to him.  

 “Let me touch you so I can find out.” She pleaded with a tremble. 

 “Not yet.” He repeated. “I need to savor this.” He confessed and slowly, so slowly lowered his mouth to her. With the tip of his tongue, Sebastian circled her nipple and a jerked cry of pleasure left her. Camille reached for his head. She wanted more that the teasing tip, but he swiftly pinned her wrist over her head with his hand. “Be patient.” He whispered. 

 Camille moaned and let her head drop back on the bed. She could feel the renewed wetness between her legs. She squirmed beneath his continued attention. He took her nipple between his lips and slowly suckled her. Camille moaned louder, the sounds ringing in the room. 

 A groan in pure pleasure left his mouth as he continued his exploration. She heard him mumble in his native tongue-not understanding, but also loving the fact he spoke Romanian in bed.

 “Oh-.” She panted when he pulled on her nipple then let it pop free. She did it again when he did the same to other. Her hips moved and her arms went limp, her wrist still in his control. “Sebastian please...” She almost begged when he shifted his mouth away. “Baby please.” She whimpered when he nipped at her. 

 A small grin appeared on his face. “Never in a million years did I think I would ever get to hear you beg like this.” To assure she would keep her hand above her head, Sebastian slid hand down her arm then slipped it behind her back, she arched to him again and Sebastian took the opportunity to completely remove the bra. He kept his tongue and teeth busy on the budded tips of her breasts. 

 “Mmmm yes.” She panted as he laid her back against the bed.

 She watched his tongue draw a lazy trail down the center of her torso and at the same time unbuttoning his dress shirt to toss behind him. She tried to not gape, but it was hard not to when he now stood in only his blue slacks. Her fingers itching to touch his bare broad shoulders and chest.

 “Where is it?” She heard him murmur as he toyed with her nipples, rolling their damp tips between his fingers. 

 Camille let out a tiny wail. “W-where is what?” Surprised she was able to form words. She shut her eyes tight when he removed his fingers and trailed kisses back up the middle of her torso. 

 “The other one...” he mumbled, the tip of his nose nuzzling expertly along the underside of her left breast. 

 Camille couldn’t remember the last time someone truly explored her body the way Sebastian was doing. It only made her want him more. With every calculated kiss, touch, stroke he made, Camille found herself getting lost deeper in him. And her body’s need for him only grew with every second that ticked by. But damn- his teasing was torturous. Damn good, but still enough to make her feel crazy. 

 Sexy bastard. 

 She jerked out of her thoughts when his lips left small kisses onto the side of her breast. She heard him chuckle against her skin. “What’s so funny?” She demanded. 

 “Hmmm? Nothing.” Sebastian said a hint of amusement in his voice. 

 She squirmed when his fingertip gingerly traced along the underside of her exposed breast. Back and forth his finger stroked. Closing her eyes, Camille almost laughed at the realization of why he was touching her there. Sebastian had come across her other tattoo. 

 “There it is…” She heard him whisper, as he outlined the small music note etched on her skin. “It matches your necklace.” He teased, as his whole hand began to massage her breast again at the same time he snuck his tongue back into her mouth for a fiery kiss. They kissed for a few more moments until Sebastian smoothed his lips trailed back down the front of her torso. 

 This is how she was going to die. Being tortured by Sebastian Stan and his damn tongue.  

 He lifted himself off the mattress. Camille sighed in frustration and ordered. “Will you stop teasing me-.” But before she could finish her sentence, Sebastian pulled her toward him so he could kneel at the edge of the bed between her thighs.  

 Camille licked her lips in eagerness.  

 Her whole body lifted off the mattress when she felt Sebastian’s mouth suck on the inside of her thigh. He was quick to press her hips back down on the bed. “No, no, no. This is what you wanted right?” He tormented with a smirk.  

 Camille nodded. 

 “Words baby.” He reminded. 

 “Yes.” She answered obediently, lifting her head up front the mattress. She liked him taking control. He chuckled but didn’t say a word, instead dipped his mouth back and trailed it downward to her mound. Pushing herself up in almost sitting position, she rested on her elbows and licked her lips, watching Sebastian’s mouth continue his attack, slowly and delicately on the inside of her thighs. A raspy moan escaped her when his forefinger moved back and forth on her narrow slit never entering her. Sighing she licked her lips not saying a word as she fell back on the mattress. 

 Grasping unto both knees, Sebastian opened her legs wider, his large warm hands sliding down her hips, landing between the apexes between her thighs. Camille arched her back sharply and gasped when his expert fingers spread her open.  

 “Oh yes.” Sebastian hummed in appreciation. “Look at you.” He grunted, easing an index finger into her. She moaned at how easy he had been able to. She was wet again, soaking wet. She could feel it and she hadn’t touched herself. “Fuck-look at how pretty this is.” He admired, spreading her wider. She whimpered and thrust her hips against him as he finally let his tongue slip up and over, plunging deeply inside of her.

 Another sound left her mouth that it surprised even her when she lifted her hips and drove his tongue deeper. He didn’t stop, he kept the rhythm, and Camille felt herself to start to climb. She lifted her head just enough to watch him slip several of his fingers into his mouth, then slid his hands up her body and take her nipples between his wet fingers again, softly tugging on them before he flicked the pads across her tips. Camille went wild beneath him.

 She was screwed. They had open a can of worms and there was no turning back now. Her body now knew his tongue and lips and it ached for more.

 She felt him slide the palm of one hand down her torso then slip his finger between her thighs. She growled deep-an almost guttural sound leaving her lips as she pressed herself into his face. A light growl left his mouth before he slid his tongue up and over her wet pulsing clit and pulled it gently into his mouth before pushing one finger deep inside of her. She was hot and so ready for more. 

 “Oh god...” she found herself muttering over and over with every thrust and lick he made. She could literally hear how wet she was when his warm tongue licked up and down, in and out of her pulsing core.

 She didn’t know how long it went on, but every few minutes, Sebastian’s deep soothing voice would give her encouraging words and tell her how gorgeous she looked spread out for him. She shut her eyes tightly, her breathing labored when he slowly slid out and push back in, goosebumps all over her naked body. That was it. She saw stars behind her eyelids and her chest heaved as she came. Hard. 

 Camille’s hips jerked violently as she held his head with her hands, his tongue still buried inside her. Sebastian licked and laved up her juices at the same time she tried to catch her breath. All she could hear at the moment was the sound of her own heartbeat thumping inside her chest. 

 A mewl noise left her mouth when he gripped her hips and pushed her back up the bed. She needed a moment to recover. Tossing her head back, she brought one arm up to her sweaty forehead and eyes. She quickly moved it away when she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. Despite her body still trying to recuperate, she felt the throb between her legs again.

 Jesus. What the hell had he done to her? Her body reacted to him out of its own desire. She didn’t seem to have control over it. 

 Hoisting her head back up, she moaned and pressed her legs together when she found Sebastian standing there as naked as her. Her eyes fell to his now hard erection. She couldn’t wait touch and taste with her tongue. She blinked then gasped when he moved his body up between her legs. Skin to skin. But it still didn’t feel like enough.

 “Seeing you come undone is my new favorite thing.” Sebastian uttered before kissing her. 

 Camille sighed, tasting herself on his lips. She stroked his bare back leisurely with every thrust his tongue made into her mouth. She felt his strong muscles underneath her fingertips. He felt hot and hard and she hummed in pure admiration of his body. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and kneaded the thick knotted muscles there. Fuck, she always knew she wouldn’t be disappointed if she got see him naked, but this was even better.

 Rubbing her cheek against his- almost like a cat- Camille dropped her arms from his neck -only to let her manicured nails, trace small circles on his exposed chest. “Hmmmm.” She sighed, closing her eyes, loving how his chest hair felt against her fingers. She desperately need to feel more of him. Letting out a hearty moan, she trailed lower down his abdomen and felt his stomach muscles contract against her palm. 

 “Camille...” he hissed when she carefully took hold of his hard cock and stroked it gently while meeting his gaze. His blue orbs looked down at her with a mixture of warmth and heat. 

 “Yeah baby?” She cooed innocently, feeling him continue to swell in her hand. Not waiting for a response, she slowly pumped and stroked the length of his cock. She heard him hiss again when her thumb touched the tip and then smeared his own pre-cum on to it.   

 Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut, but that didn’t stop him from finding her mouth and devouring her lips again. She carefully lowered her hand and reached a little lower to his balls, using her nails. 

 “Fuck!” Sebastian grunted into her mouth. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” 

 “What’s wrong with that?” Camille countered, moving her wrist back up to the base of his cock. 

 He sucked on her bottom lip before he replied. “Nothing...I just don’t want to cum before getting a chance to be inside of you...” 

 At his words, she continued to stroke up and down, panting as he nipped her earlobe at the same time. “Sebbb....” she pouted when he reached between their bodies and clasped her wrist tight. “But I-.” She began at the same time he moved her arm back flat on the bed. 

 He looked down at her with a slight smirk, tightening his hold but at the same time adjusting so he hovered over her.  “You know-I told myself if I ever had you this way I was going to put my best moves forward- but the truth is- I don’t think I will last.”

 Camille gave him a sulky look. “But I wanna play.” Then exhaled when he pressed his hard naked body to hers. Her breasts coming in contact with his hot chest.

 Holy shit. She was laying fully naked with Sebastian. The realization of what was happening finally hitting the pit of her stomach. For so long they had teased and talked around the subject, but now it was real. What they were about to do was real. For a split moment she felt her breath leave her. But was quickly jolted out of it when she heard Sebastian’s voice.

 “I’ll let you play later.” He answered in a bemused tone. “Right now- I just need to know what you feel like inside Camille.” Running his free finger up her collarbone, over her neck and leaning into her to rest his head on her shoulder. She shivered. Sebastian nuzzled her ear with his nose and lips as if drawing her scent into his head.

 “I want to feel you inside too.” Her eyes fluttering close and running her own free hand through his hair. She thrust her hips upward and heard him growl when her thigh came in contact with his hard cock, distractedly he loosen his grip on her wrist. Camille took the opportunity to sneak her hand back down between them to reach and tease her narrow slit with the tip of his cock, feeling his pre-cum. She felt like she was on fire.

 Her action took him by surprise, because she heard him exhale before he lifted his head back up, grabbing unto her wrist again and away from his erection. Pretending to scowl, Sebastian tugged both arms up and over her head, pinning her down on the bed. “You play dirty.” 

 Camille blinked innocently. She tried to writher her break free from his grasp but he was stronger. 

 “I can play dirty too.” Sebastian responded smugly, his mouth hovered over her nipple for a few seconds before they brushed back and forth, in a maddening tease. Camille arched back as he brought his teeth down on her lightly. 

 “Sebastian...!” She whined, still trying to break free from his hold.  

 Sebastian pretended he didn’t hear and hovered over her other breast, feeling his breath tease over her flesh. Her nipples puckering under his touch. He paused for a second, in anticipation, then he let go of her wrists as he sort of attacked her, sucking and licking, nipping and pulling while Camille’s breasts tingled and ached. She whimpered and groped for him blindly. 

 “Mmmm, fine you win...” Camille moaned out when she felt a finger slide back and forth on narrow opening- frustration seeping in because he hadn’t eased a finger inside her. “For the record- you play dirtier than me-.” Her sentence cut off short when Sebastian dipped back in and slid his wet tongue against hers.

 What was she saying again?

 Instead she eased her legs apart, wanting him closer. She breathed hard when she felt his erection along her thigh, thick and long, his tongue moving with determine thrusts. Camille held on to his smooth back, loving the way he felt, the way touched her with determination and desire. She fought the urge to squirm when his thumb started to stroke up and down again. She couldn’t hold it anymore.

 “Sebastian…no more games.” She pleaded, her breath labored.

 Pressing his forehead to hers, he grinned. “Hey, I was just following your lead.” She wriggled beneath him but stopped when he pecked her on the lips for a sweet kiss. “I had no plans on this happening…so I didn’t come prepare…” he said truthfully, cheeks bright red.

 Fuck. They had been so lost in the moment and each other, that neither one had bothered to ask about protection. She hadn’t plan on this happening either, so she didn’t think of bringing condoms. Closing her eyes for a split second, she tried to concentrate and figure out what to do next. Her eyes flew open and her breath caught in her throat when she locked eyes with Sebastian. He was a beautiful specimen. Those blue eyes and half smirk were everything to her.

 “Camille?” She blinked at her name. “Do you have any? I can go get us some-?” He offered.

 “No I don’t.” she replied in a disappointed voice. She hated the idea of him leaving. She didn’t want him to. She needed him right there with her. Also she felt like it would spoil the mood. Be smart Camille. A tiny voice in the back of her head yelled. Letting out a sigh, she whispered. “Okay, but I don’t even know where you can-.” She stopped and looked wide eyed at him.

 “What?” he asked confused.

 “I do have some!” she exclaimed. She had completely forgotten them.

 “Where?”

 “In that pink duffel bag by my suitcase.” She stated, licking her lips as she watched his naked ass walk away from her, shaking her head Camille continued. “Sam and Nat gave the bridesmaids goodie bags with all kinds of stuff and they stuffed condoms in there as well. They thought they were being funny.” She added with an eye roll.  

 Sebastian laughed as he made his way back to the bed, condoms in hand. “God bless your sister and future sister-in-law for their humor.” Sebastian said teasingly. “Remind me to thank them later. “ Tossing one unopened condom on the night table and ripping open the other one in his hand. 

 Camille rolled her eyes. “You’re all a bunch of comedians.” Propping back on her elbows and watched him, forgetting about her sister and soon to be wife. Her mouth dry, pulse quickening in response to what she knew was coming next.  

 The teasing look in his eyes had left him and it was replaced by a look of lust and termination. She gulped and watched as he rolled up the condom on his cock. She let out an involuntarily whimper. 

 A whimper he must have heard because he smirked confidently. Before Camille had another chance to think, Sebastian held her by the ankles and brought her to the edge of the bed. 

 Dios Mio. How was she wet again?  

 But before she had a chance to answer her own question, she felt the head of his cock sough her out, sliding with a mind of its own against her slickness. His eyes were closed on contact and she held her breath. 

 Sebastian slid his hands to her thighs and pulled her against him, bringing her onto his waiting cock. 

 Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he moved. 

 Inch by inch he entered her, pulling at her clit. 

 She licked her dry lips over and over, as her body tried to adjust to what was happening. With each slow methodical stroke, Camille squeezes her eyes shut, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She had forgotten how good this could be. In the last months, sex was the last thing on her mind, but fuck was Sebastian quickly changing her mind on the subject. She needed to take care of herself too. And she needed this.  

 “Camille?” She heard his ask. “Is this okay?” A hint of panic in his tone.  

 “Mmmm, mmmm.” Camille responded with a slight nod, eyes still shut. “I-I just need a moment to adjust...” 

 “Adjust?” 

 “To your size...” she answered with a small laugh. Her whole body burning with need for this man. 

 “Do you want me to sto-“ 

 “Mmm, no.” She interrupted laying back again, and reaching for his hands, placing them on top of her bare breasts. “I’m okay.” She drew his face close and gave him a gentle peck on the lips as reassurance. “Don’t stop.” She ordered softly after breaking their lip lock. 

 Yes it stung a bit and he was bigger than she expected, but Camille knew it was the good kind of pain. And she wanted more of it. 

 “Camille?” He asked again cautiously.  

 “I need you Sebastian.” She pleaded, not scare to say those words out loud. 

 “Yea?” 

 “Yes. I need you inside now. I need you to fuck me.” She moaned. Realizing how long she had been wanting to say that to him.  

 Leaning forward, he held her hair and looked into her eyes as he fucked her, holding back from moving any faster than a tease until Camille arched her back and moved her legs back down around his waist, burying him to the hilt. 

 A small whine of dissatisfaction left her mouth when he moved back and took her thighs, holding them so he could back out to watch his cock slide in and out her wet folds. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sound their bodies made, the swish of friction as she took him in. 

 Camille could die now. Why not? This was like ecstasy- and she had no idea what that was like but it has to be this. Right? 

 She moaned louder, wanting to reach down and touch herself but resisted as Sebastian pulled out and moved the head of his cock over her clit, sending shivers up her spine.  

 “God, you look amazing right now.” He said through gritted teeth as he moved her hand back to her side and increased the speed of which he rubbed against her, until she was alternating between heaving breaths and holding them in anticipation. “The noises you’re making... fuck baby.” He hissed, sliding his cock back into her and pushing down with his thumbs, holding her together tightly around his shaft. Her clit was locked in a close embrace and she started to squirm first, then shake as she came, trying to break free. 

 This orgasm wasn’t like the ones he had given her earlier, this one started out piercing but quickly lengthened to a luminous heat throughout her whole body as he fucked her harder. 

 “Seba.....” was all she managed to spat out. 

 Finally he let go of her, grasping her legs as leverage and pulled her toward him as he leaned back, striking the perfect spot inside with each thrust. Camille couldn’t put any sentences together, instead her responses turned guttural, the sensation of his cock so intense that she could no nothing more than to ride them until she was drowning him. 

 Her legs were shaking, she couldn’t breathe. 

 So he pulled out. 

 Camille couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty when she realized he hadn’t come yet. But it quickly dissipated when she looked into his eyes and he smiled before dropping to his knee between her open legs.

 He wrapped them around his neck and she closed her eyes, her body limp. She sighed contently as he took her with his tongue, again in agonizingly slow motion. Just enough to calm her down and bring her breathing to an almost normal pace.

 Until the flat of his tongue worked its way up and hit her still throbbing clit. She opened her mouth and a sound she never heard before escaped her. It only grew louder when he opened his mouth and sucked.

 And the flashes began anew.

 “Oh my god Sebastian…” She groaned.

 “What baby?” he murmured.

 “It’s so good.” She breathed.

 He hummed against her clit. “You taste good.” Sucking gently again. “I don’t ever want to stop doing this.” He grunted out.

 Camille cried out louder, hoping the walls were soundproof. “Seb…!” she called out.

 “Hmm?”

 “I want you back inside of me.” She demanded. “Now.”  

 He didn’t have to be asked twice. He moved over to her face. It started with lips brushing. Slowly accidental touching turned intentional, brushes turned to kisses and hands started to move. Hers over his chest, barely touching. Sebastian’s hands moved over her hips, gently caressing, following her curves.

 Everything was in slow motion for Camille. It was just want she wanted. Warm, soft, relaxing, their movements flowing lazily as they touched and kissed. Sebastian moved on top of her and entered her slowly again. There was no resistance on her end, her body aching. She rubbed his back, feeling completely safe with him.

 Sebastian smiled. Her head fell back and he took the advantage by kissing on her neck until she started to moan.  

 “Don’t stop baby.” She pleaded. “Please, don’t stop.” Camille repeated with so much emotions. Emotions that surprised her.

 “Is that good baby?” He groaned before biting on her earlobe.

 “Good. Mmm, right there.” She panted.

 “You feel fucking perfect around my cock. So tight and wet just for me.” Sebastian complimented, dipping back down to take a taut nipple into his mouth. Camille only arched her back more into him.

 He continued to slowly as if having every intention to tease her. Sliding almost to the point of slipping out and rubbing against her clit and then driving back in until he was completely buried. Camille needed the release again, she grabbed his hips and urged him faster. She was ready. Sebastian groaned and drove faster and harder. She felt herself contract around his hard cock as the orgasm took over her body, shaking beneath him.

 Sebastian moved his mouth back to the side of her face, whispering in her ear how beautiful she was. “You should see yourself right now.” He hissed.

 She felt him twitch inside of her and the goose bumps rose all over her body again. She rubbed her cheek against his, her fingers gingerly roaming his bare back. She felt his whole body pulse as he finally burst deep within. “You feel so good inside of me Sebastian.” She purred. That got a low grunt of him. Sebastian thrusts had become a bit erratic, but it was enough to send him over the edge as he seemed to cum forever. He nuzzled his face into her neck and moaned in pleasure one last time.

 “Holy shit.” She tried to stifle her voice, but it was too good. “That was…holy shit.” She repeated dumbfounded. No other words being able to describe how fucking amazing this was. For the next few minutes, neither one moved, the room silent except for their heavy breathing, as they tried to get their heartbeats to slow down. “I have to pee.” Camille finally muttered.

 Sebastian planted a kiss on top of her shoulder, before raising his head up to chuckle. “I’m still inside of you.” Making his presence known.

 Camille whimpered at his cock twitch. “I know. But I got to pee.” She managed to say. With a small sigh, Sebastian pulled out and rolled next to her. Sitting up, Camille bend down and pecked him sweetly on the forehead. “I’ll be right back.” Without waiting on a response, she jumped out of bed-naked-and strutted toward the bathroom. Feeling light as a feather as she walked.

 She couldn’t stop smiling as she flushed the toilet after peeing and washing her hands. Swiftly she turned the lights off and walked back out. Sebastian was sitting on the edge of the bed now still naked- thank God. Camille noticed he had discarded the used condom into the small garbage can next to the bed.

 The butterflies fluttered deep in her stomach at the way he was looking at her. “What?” she asked almost shyly.

 Sebastian raised an eyebrow but shook his head. “Nothing.”

 “You’re staring.” She accused.

 “I have a beautiful naked woman in front of me- of course I’m going to stare.” Pushing himself up from the bed, and walking toward her.

 Her eyes widen in surprise when he dipped his head and brushed a kiss unto her cheek. “My turn.” He stated with a silly smile. Camille raised an eyebrow. “I got to pee.” He added, nodding in direction of the bathroom.  

 “Oh.” The smile back on her face. “Okay.” Taking a step to the bed and settling back into the abyss of pillows against the headboard, her mind in a complete blissful state. 

 “Oh Cam?” 

 She quickly blinked and jerked her head in the direction of his voice. “Hmm?” 

 “It’s totally fine if you fall asleep.” He said in a serious voice, biting on his lower lip to keep from laughing.  

 Groaning and reaching for a pillow behind, she asked. “I’m never going to live that down I am?” 

 “This is me. Of course you’re not.” He shot back with a wink. “Hey!” He cried when the pillow came soaring towards him.  

 “Go pee, you smart ass.” Camille ordered, trying to keep her voice even, but burst into a fit of giggles when he shut the door behind him. 

 Feeling the happiest she had ever felt in a very long time.  

 Personal note: I know people always tease and make fun about multiple orgasms in fanfic... blah blah, lol but I just want to point out that it DOES happen. I’m speaking from personal experience!  ;) 

@thewintersadie @its-daydreamer23 @janeyboo @jhangelface0523 @peaceinourtime82 @mydragulesebastian

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 10

“Can I have my hand back?” what was the deal with this tug of war with her hand? Sweet, he finally let go “ow-kay..now, I've been listening to some of your music and I've been looking over the plans, so I made you a storyboard, nothing too fancy though, keep in mind it was done on a plane but I think you'll get the general idea” she pushed the rough sketches in his hand. “I would make a cube or a rectangle of lightpanels and I would plant the stage in the center of the venue, after all there's a lot of interaction with your fans right? That way everyone feels really close to you and there's a lot more potential for interaction” she was standing there with her back turned to them, gesturing at where the stage should be. “In other words, you can create your own little Universe, right here on this stage and let people be part of it”, 

Jared stared completely dumbfounded at the storyboard “Shayla, send these over to the technicians right now, tell them to digitalize this and then have them call me” he pushed the papers in her hands “I want a clear visual by the time I get there, get a car ready, have Harper's things brought over, we're leaving in half an hour, you stay here and get Shannon on a flight to Frankfurt”. What? What was going on? Going to Frankfurt now? Jetlag, hello? “Sean, you're coming with us” he briefly said as he legged it back to his dressingroom, followed by Shayla who had to almost run to keep up with him. “You're taking Sean? I'm coming too” she hissed at him, slamming the door of the dressingroom behind her, “No! No, you're not! For your information, this is still a professional environment, not some playground where you're more focused on fucking Sean than anything else! There needs to be some professional distance, Shayla, in a week or so, he'll be hanging from the ceiling, that job is a dangerous one and I'm not gonna let him break his neck because you're constantly distracting him! Besides, you're needed here to finally do your job and keep things going! And I'll be damned if I'll continue to stand here and get lip from you every single day!”. Sean noticed how Harper was biting her lip, “I don't know what you're fretting about but we've got two hours to kill in the car on our way to Frankfurt” his arm slipped around her shoulder. “I'm not fretting, he just..seems pretty harsh, can't you hear him yelling at Shayla? Poor thing”. Ugh that irritating giggle of his “don't worry about her, she can handle him, it's you I'm more worried about”, whoooaa wait a minute, what? “Huh?”, Sean took a deep breath and weighed his words “just don't get caught up in his web, alright? I know what he's like with women and it ain't pretty”. Amazing, just what women needed, a guy with a big brother/father complex, well, welcome to the 21st century where women took care of their own and didn't let any man stand in the way of whatever it was they needed or wanted, besides she wasn't interested in any guy, no, not true, if she was honest with herself, there was only one name stuck to one man that kept haunting her, try and keep up Sean!

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re: re: friends again?

Coco,

You're not in the States anymore? Would it be too forward to ask where you are then? I know you're thinking that it's none of my business and maybe you're right, but I just want to know how you're doing, if you're safe? I know, I know, who died and made me your keeper? But hey, I care, alright?! I know you have your heart set on making me squirm and practically beg but I just need to say that I miss our conversations, I think we can both do with a friend right now,..

Who do you call 'a friend'? From what you wrote previously I could tell you grew up in hostile surroundings with your Dad and all..does that anger inspire your work (seeing that huge painting you're working on, I take that as a yes, or is that a one-off where all that pent-up frustration came spewing out?), what else inspires you?

P.S. Also in one your e-mails you mentioned being cut off financially? Can I help? I'd still like to buy that piece

ttys?

Joe

Mind your own business, why don't you, Joe? And what the hell was 'ttys', it sounded like some serious illness to be honest, sure yeah, she could sit here and act all smug, but the truth was that she was a tech-retard, plain and simple, the look on that guy's face, ugh what was his name again?come on, floppy hair guy..uhm uhm uhm, tip of your tongue..J-Jared, yes! The look on his face when he got her storyboard, 'digitalize this and digitalize that' bleghhh, not exactly Mister El Sympatico. Sean's flapping hand startled her as he sat down next to her, “bye, I'll call you” he yelled at his lover in the slamming door, instinctively she raised her hand at Shayla standing on the pavement, I'm waving..not that I know you, but ok yeah I'll wave at you because it's the right thing to do, the polite thing for you is to wave back and at least act like you mean it. As the car sped out towards the late afternoon traffic, she dug her phone inside her pocket, not now, an insane jetlag was not the best headspace for replies, no, forcefields up and phasers set to stun, at least for now...oh hello fatigue, what do we have here? A friendly arm to snuggle into? Excellent, best news all day! Sean's arm instinctively pulled her against him, letting his exhausted friend nestle against him. Checking the rearview mirror, Jared noticed Harper all snuggled up against Sean and envied their closeness, when was the last time he had done something so intimate and yet non-sexual as that? He could get sex every hour of every day, but this kind of friendship between a man and a woman, talking, sharing things, laughing, no tension, simple, true, and for him almost impossible to find. “Is she ok?” he caught Sean's eye in the mirror, “yeah, completely jetlagged, I'm just glad she's here..” Sean softly answered so not to wake her up. Sean, Sean, sweet yet not so bright Sean, who had yet a lot to learn still about a scorned woman's fury that would leave his ears ringing and his heart ripped to shreds, just keep it away from my tour, he leaned back in his seat and kept his hand tightly wrapped around his phone, come on Coco, I'm waiting.

Harper was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes when the lightpanels were hoisted on chains up into the sky, “just make it a rectangle, like a box..yes, perfect..hang on” she quickly climbed the ropeladder. She was like a cute, little monkey climbing the ladder and swinging her way high up to the ceiling to show all these guys how things were done, his heart literally skipped a beat when she made all the light panels become a tight light box, blasting colourful and mysterious visuals across the screens. “Told you she was amazing” Sean came standing next to him, “amazing and then some, fucking hell” Jared rubbed the goosebumps on his arms when one of the new songs flowed from the speakers. She looked down to see floppy hair guy jump on the stage underneath her, filming it all, that was a good sign right? Funny though, how she had done so many installations and everytime the reaction was 'well, yeah, I guess they're just lights, but is it art?' or 'what the hell am I supposed to feel?' but once music and some cool rock band was added to the equation, then hey presto, definitely Art, with a capital A. “And?” she jumped down, startling him as she landed right next to him on stage, and bit her lip as she looked up at her own creation above their heads, pretty neat, Harper, pretty neat!. “Dinner? Drinks after? To celebrate?” what? Celebrate? Floppy hair guy looked so happy, whoooo! “sure” she answered, jetlag forgotten all about for a couple of minutes. But it hit her twice as hard in the car when she was touching up her make up and briefly looked out of the window, heavy rain crashing down over Frankfurt, the buzz of her 5 minutes of success wearing off..

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: Where is Coco?

Joe,

I promised myself I wouldn't give you the light of day, leave things the way you decided to leave them in New York, but here I am reporting for duty, guess this compulsive loner needs a talk, a talk about the most cynical thing on this planet, love, L.O.V.E! because I miss love in my life, yes I do, there I said it, I put it out there, and if you think that makes me the biggest joke on the face of this Earth, then so be it! I'm only human and I can't keep my feelings in check all the frikkin' time.

I dunno, I guess it's just my friend (let's call him 'Jack' for privacy reasons, because I don't know if I can still call him that if he would ever find out I'm writing this silly stuff down) who got me thinking, I see him with his girlfriend and he's excited and loud and ridiculous around her, but then when we are alone and spend time, he turns into this warm, calm and protective animal I can be 'me' with, you know? It's like he's acting around her, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, he's never himself around her or any other girl I've seen him with romantically. Have all my relationships gone belly-up, because those guys felt they couldn't be themselves around me? Did I ever really knew them? I think not! Men just want to do unconventional things with conventional girls, to me that is a recipe for disaster. So that's 2 of your questions answered: yes I'm safe with my friend Jack! My whereabouts are none of your business

I'm just gonna ignore the financial help part in your e-mail, I'm trying very hard not to be insulted, I think I'll just let it slide this once, just don't ever mention it to me again! Oh and don't mention the 'Dad' painting either, ok?

What else inspires me? Well, at the moment not so much, I just accepted a work thing in a city that is cold and boring, but I'm dreaming of better days, better times, a better me, in the meantime I promised myself I'm going to check out some museums tomorrow, maybe that'll help (or not because other artists make me wanna throw all my work out of the window).

What makes you dream? If you dream at all? Or maybe you dream of your lovely wife and 2,4 kids, wouldn't surprise me if you had them, you know? Oh and another thing, what the hell is 'ttys'?

Bye

Coco

[artificialskyway-archives]

Games and Love

Type: Fluff/ Smut

Member: Jongdae

Length: 1273

~Admin RatedM

    “Oh hey Y/N! What are you doing here?” your friend Jongdae greets once he opens the door for you. He must’ve just taken a shower, because he’s shirtless and his hair is wet, slightly dripping.

    “Damn…” you let out. You couldn’t help but stare at his spectacular body. He laughs at you, a red tint now covering his cheeks. Realizing what you just said, you quickly shake out of your gaze. “Shit. Uh- I’m sorry.” You drop your head in embarrassment, hoping you didn’t just ruin everything.

    “Haha, that’s okay. I tend to have that effect on people,” he jokes before moving to the side to let you in. You smack his arm as you enter, taking off your shoes by the door. “So, what brings you by? And at three in the morning?”

    “Well, I was at home watching a movie because I couldn’t sleep, but Wheein came home from that frat party and kicked me out to get laid. So I came here, hoping you’d still be awake. By the way, who takes a shower at three in the morning?” you ask while watching your friend slip on a shirt and dry his hair.

    “Couldn’t sleep either, and I felt all sweaty from being under the covers so I took a shower. But now that you’re here, wanna play the new game I got?”

    “Only if we can build a fort like we did last time. Ever since then playing video games doesn’t feel the same,” you declare.

    “Aw. Couldn’t play without me? I’m touched,” Jongdae teases.

    “No. I couldn’t play without all those pillows and blankets surrounding me like a big hug. You were just my snack boy,” you tease back.

    “Snack boy? Oh hell no!” Jongdae whines as he throws a couch pillow at you. He jumps over the couch and is at your side in a second, tickling you until you’re on your back screaming and giggling.

    “Ah!! Okay! Okay! You’re not just my snack boy! Ah!!!” you scream as you push him off of you. You’re both out of breath and laughing like crazy before you finally get up and grab the blankets for the fort.

    30 minutes and an amazing fort later, you’re both snuggled next to each other on the floor playing the night away. Hours pass, and you beat Jongdae 5-3 rounds. You’re getting sleepy, but you persevere to last at least another hour. “Babe, it’s six in the morning, don’t you think you should sleep?” Jongdae asks, fatigue evident in his voice.

    You grunt. You drop your head on your pillow, nodding into it. He chuckles, plopping next to you and you both are falling fast asleep before you know it.

    You finally wake up from your long nap, not having any idea of where you are. You start to freak out, until you turn and see Jongdae there, sleeping soundly. You can’t help but smile. He looks so cute when he’s sleeping. You’ve always had a bit of a crush on him, but it was never enough to say anything and mess everything up. Besides, there was no way you were good enough for him. He’s perfect, and you felt like a potato. You quietly try to get up, until you feel something tighten around you. It’s Jongdae’s arm. His arm is wrapped around you, and he’s holding on tight. He must have done it by accident; there’s no way he’d actually want to be so close to you. You try to pull away again, but he pulls you closer to him again, your noses now touching. Your eyes practically pop out of your head. What is happening? Is he still asleep? He can’t be. There’s no way he’s asleep. But you’re just his friend. He can’t-. Jongdae’s eyes open, staring right into your shocked ones. He gives you a sleepy smile before draping a leg over yours, trapping you in his embrace. He rubs his nose softly over yours, like a cute, little eskimo kiss. Your cheeks are warm as an oven and your cheeks are bright red. You can’t hold yourself back anymore and you lean closer, your lips landing on his soft ones. He’s smiling really big now, and he kisses you back. His hand goes from your lower back to the back of your head, prolonging the kiss. It’s passionate but soft, and it send sparks flying in your heart. The butterflies in your stomach are long gone and you get even bolder, pushing him on his back. You straddle Jongdae, and he wraps both arms around you in response. The kiss is heated now and you feel like your body is on fire. You move to get more comfortable, accidentally rubbing against his bulge. He moans into the kiss, and it’s the most sinful but beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. You moan softly in response, grinding into him now to get more of those delicious sounds out of him. He grunts and whines, hands moving to your hips to make you grind even harder into him. You build a steady rhythm, the both of you getting closer and closer to your end. You break the kiss to move down to his neck, making sure to mark up his jaw on the way there. He gasps at the feeling of your lips on him, and he softly moans your name when you suck on the sweet spot of his neck.

    You feel your body tightening but you’re trying to hold on and wait for him. “I-I’m so close Baby,” Jongdae moans. You grind harder into him, the friction being too much to handle. You finally let go, your body going rigid as you reach your climax. He looks at your face and moans softly, the fucked out look on your face sending him over the edge. You collapse on top of him, rolling off quickly to keep from crushing him. He drapes an arm over your waist, bringing himself closer to you.

    After a few minutes of winding down, you look at each other. Neither of you can hold it in any longer, and you both laugh. You’re both laughing uncontrollably, grabbing your stomachs and gasping for breath. Once you both calm down, Jongdae looks at you with what you can only describe as love in his eyes. “So..I think I need another shower,” he starts, a chuckle leaving his lips, “care to join me?” A blush settles on your cheeks, but you feel the stickiness from your own orgasm and you squirm as discomfort takes over.

    “I’d like that,” you shyly accept. He grins softly, leaning in close to you now, lips lightly brushing against yours.

    “And what if I asked you to be my girlfriend?” Jongdae questions nervously. Despite his boldness, it’s all a facade. He’s nervous as hell, knowing he’s not good enough for someone as beautiful and wonderful as you.

    Now it was your turn to smile widely. “I’d like that a lot,” you say against his lips.

Masterlist

[prettieparker86]

Deliverance Part 4

Pairing: Donald Pierce x Reader

Warning: Violence and death

Word Count: 3K

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, & Part 7

Gif Credit: @sherryzizi and @sikanapanele full credit to these blogs for their gifs. Thank you for letting me use your beautiful gifs!

A/N: Couldn’t have a Donald story without some more action. I actually really enjoyed writing this part and I felt it took Donald and the reader’s relationship to another level. And that’s really what I’m trying to create between you and Donald in this story, a journey of rediscovery and of new discovery within your relationship while you’re on a journey to what is hopefully a new life.

After days on the road, you and Danny are mentally exhausted. The creases around Donald’s eyes tell you he’s feeling the fatigue too. 

You’re still headed to an unknown destination. You haven’t been able to get much out of Donald. 

You start to wonder if he’s just making this up as he goes, but you trust the plan, trust him… Until you don’t.

 You awaken to the feel of a rough hand running along your jaw. The touch feels callused and firm in a way that’s somehow foreign. 

Light pierces your eyes when you first open them, you squint against the brightness before a face comes into view hovering above you. 

You’re expecting Donald… This is not Donald.

Your heart shoots to life, pounding hard as a stranger stares back at you, but not a stranger, not completely.

 A man who’s oddly familiar to you in a way you can’t pinpoint right away. Big man- strong, with a mustache and full beard covering half his face, dark brown hair- tied up tight in a bun on the back of his head.

Without warning, he grips your jaw firmly, holding you in place against the mattress as his cold dark eyes stare menacingly down upon you.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart.” He sneers and instantly a memory fills your mind. 

Transigen, the lab, you’ve seen this face before, it’s one of Donald’s men, he’s a goddamn reaver. 

But this time you can feel his grip, smell his musk… You aren’t dreaming. This isn’t a nightmare.

 Danny! Your heart screams as you swiftly swing your arm up, knocking the reaver’s grip loose from your face as you shoot up in bed. 

Your eyes frantically scan the motel room, searching desperately for your son.

“Danny!” You scream, your throat aching from the force of it. 

You shoot out of the bed just as the reaver gets ahold of you once again. You feel the cold metallic grip of his cyborg hand ruthlessly upon your arm as he yanks you toward him.

 A fear deeper than you’ve ever known races through your veins when you can’t find Danny anywhere. The crushing pain on your arm barely registers against the panic racing through your heart. 

Knowing you have to get free and find your son, your eyes rapidly search your surroundings for a weapon. Spotting a phone and a lamp on the nightstand, you make do with what you have as the reaver starts dragging your away from the bed. 

Grabbing the lamp, you send it flying into the side of the reaver’s head with all the force pumping inside you.

 A loud groan rips from his lip as you feel him release your arm and stumble against the bed, momentarily stunned. 

Taking your chance, you move quickly away from him.

“Danny!” You scream desperately once again, your face whipping back and forth around the room, searching for any sign of movement. 

Your breath heaving, your heart on the verge of full arrest. For a split second you think maybe Donnie took him to grab donuts like yesterday, because you don’t see him anywhere either.

But then you hear a door open behind you, spinning around you see Donald walk in and this time you’re sure your heart stops completely as your eyes meet his. 

And you know.

 A blinding rage rumbles up from your belly as a sense of betrayal sinks its teeth into your soul. 

Your reeling mind hadn’t had time to think this one through, realize what was happening, so desperate to find your child, until now- until you saw him. 

But as Donald stands before you, the truth is undeniable.

“Where is he you son of a bitch!” You scream like a woman gone mad, and you have as you lunge at him, fists swinging wildly.

 You get him good more than once, but Donald’s good too, he’s always been good, your greatest opponent. 

He knows you too well. Knows how you love, fuck, and fight, he sees your next attack a mile away. 

Grabbing your arm, Donald swiftly spins you around and slams you into the wall, your cheek pressed against the plaster as his body pins you to it from behind.

“Where’s Danny!” You demand as you buck up against his body, one of your arms pinned behind your back as Donald holds the other against the wall above your head.

 “You’re all alone here, baby.” He answers back as you feel Donald’s body press you harder into the wall but not enough to hurt you, just enough to control you. 

His breath hisses in your ear just before he speaks low and quiet against the shell of it.

“He’s safe an’ they don’ know about him, so quiet down.”

“I trusted you.” Your breath heaves, angry tears stinging your eyes. 

You want to believe him, but you don’t know what to believe now. It’s clear you fell right into his trap.

“You alright?” You listen to Donald ask the reaver coming toward you again.

“Fine,” The man spits through a tight jaw, wiping the blood from his forehead. 

His glare barreling into you and if looks could kill you wouldn’t be breathing, but the nasty gash on his head from your assault brings you some satisfaction.

 Donald swiftly takes your arm off the wall, pulling it behind your back with the other one, gripping them both in his robotic hand before he slaps the cuffs over your wrists. No need for heavier restraints, your abilities don’t require anything special.

“She never could resis’ me.” You listen to Donald drawl out to his partner as you feel him press up against you suggestively, his face burying in the hair at the back of your neck as a feeling of disgust washes over you.

“I’ma get you outta this. Do exactly as I say.” His low and gritty breath is barely audible as his words vibrate against the flushed skin on the back of your neck where his mouth is pressed.

 “Fuck you!” You spit out, bucking back against him again, trying to push him off you. 

You don’t know what game he’s playing, but you’re sure of one thing, you don’t trust a god damn word he says. 

The master of all games, he’s just as likely to be fucking with you, hoping you’ll stop resisting.

“She was beggin’ for it last night. Weren’cha baby?” You listen as he brags to the reaver, the image of his sly smirk and shiny gold tooth taunting you without you ever needing to actually see it as he yanks you off the wall, one hand on your cuffed wrists, the other tight around your shoulder.

 Your heart sinks, you don’t know where Danny is, you want to believe Donald is telling you the truth, he has him somewhere safe, but you don’t know what to think. 

All you know for sure is Transigen doesn’t have him, so far, and that has to mean something, you tell yourself. 

If Donald was lying and the reavers already snatched Danny, surely, they would use that to taunt you. 

Sadistic assholes wouldn’t be able to resist and Damnit, you swear it was love you saw in Donnie’s eyes for his son.

Your mind is spinning as you’re pushed barefoot out of the motel door in barely a tee shirt and shorts and into the parking lot. 

Spotting a matching large SUV that must belong to the other reaver, you start to panic again. 

Dragged over to the side of the vehicle you thrash against Donald’s grip, there’s no way you’re letting them take you willingly, no way you’re going back there.

“You bastard!” You yell at him, kicking your feet up against the side of the SUV and pushing off it, trying to keep distance between you and the backdoor the reaver just opened.

 Spinning you around quick, Donald slams you up against the side of the SUV, your back crashing hard against it as you clench your jaw to suppress the groan that wants to escape you from the impact.

“Now don’ be like this baby. We’ll have some more fun ‘gain real soon.” He coos at you like the sick son of bitch he was when you two first met all those years ago. 

His eyes like a stranger as they glint back at you with a sick twisted sort of pleasure shining through

“Start ‘er up,” He orders the reaver, and as the guy moves into the driver’s seat, Donald grabs your neck, but not nearly as tightly as you expected.

 Leaning in, he holds your gaze, his eyes flashing briefly at the reaver now starting up the vehicle.

“Wait for my cue.” He whispers, his breathe on your lips, before he presses his mouth against yours in a smothering kiss meant more as a show of dominance than anything else.

You stare back at him in confusion and disbelief as he pulls away, but Donald barely meets your eyes before practically tossing you into the backseat.

You land hard on your side against the leather with a thud, your heart racing as you look back at him standing at the door. 

The reaver doesn’t glance back, doesn’t even flinch, not for the shove, not for the kiss. Most of his security team already knew he had been fucking you back at the lab and Donald obviously wants him to believe that’s how he caught you now.

 Donald is shoving your legs in when you see it, but you can hardly believe it… He discreetly places a handgun under the seat before flashing you a quick sadistic smirk, you’re starting to think his cruelty might be more for show than anything.

“Let’s head out. I’ll follow behind. The others are waiting back at River Run.” He orders the reaver before closing the door and leaving your alone, more confused than ever.

 Your heart pounds hard against your tight chest as your mind races. Pushing yourself up, you rise into the seat and stare out the windshield to see your being driven away from town. 

The lack of cars and worn down pavement tells you the reaver is taking a backroad, not surprising. 

Your face whips back over your shoulder and you see Donald’s matching black SUV rolling behind you. 

You turn back around, hands bound behind your back, unsure how to get the gun as you struggle against the cuffs. 

The metal cuffs press hard into your wrists as you try to slip free. You know your attempts are futile, but you have to try. You have to get back to find Danny, where ever he is.

 Pulse thumping in your ears, adrenaline pumping through your veins, you pull hard against your restraints once again, trying to squeeze your hand through when suddenly- Snap! 

You feel your hands fling wide apart from the momentum. Your eyes shoot wide with disbelief, your breath heaving, as you glance up to make sure the reaver hasn’t noticed anything. 

You can still feel the metal around your wrists, but to your complete shock the chain must have broken between them, because your hands now rest on opposite sides of your back. 

Your thoughts race, Donald put these cuffs on you at the motel… It couldn’t be.

His words ring in your head as your eyes glance down at the gun, the handle poking slightly out from under the seat. 

That son of a bitch was trying to help you. But why? Why let them capture you just to let you get away? Nothing made sense.

 Wait for my cue, the words rang in your head, but you’re not sure you can trust them. The cuffs broke, he left you a gun, but where’s the fucking cue? 

You’re getting further away, further from the motel, further from Danny. You can’t help but doubt everything. 

Maybe this is all part of some sick game. You can’t wait around to find out. You have to get back to your son. 

You’ve never killed anyone before and you don’t relish the idea of starting, but you also made peace with yourself long ago that you would do whatever it takes to keep Danny safe. 

This is just the first time that ultimate choice has been tested. Moving subtly but swiftly, you snatch up the gun and in that moment, you do what you have to do.

 Fear races through you, but you try to ignore it as you quickly bring the gun to the back of his head and press the barrel against his skull.

“Pull over.” You order. You can’t very well blow his brains out while he’s going 80 MPH, it’ll only kill you both.

A low amused chuckle fills the vehicle in response. You weren’t quite expecting that, but you can’t say your entirely surprised either.

“You fucked up now, sweetheart.” He calls back smugly.

“I said pull over!” You yell this time, shoving the barrel harder into the back of his head.

“As you wish,” He answers, the words barely registering in your brain before the SUV swerves off the road and the reaver slams hard on the brakes. 

The force of the swift turn and abrupt stop sends you flying into the front seat. Your head slams into the dashboard as the gun slips from your hand.

The sudden tumble and blow to your head leaves your mind disoriented. 

Your eyes open to spot the gun down on the passenger floor, but a sudden movement beside you sends your eyes barreling up to see the reaver towering over you. 

You realize you’re on your back, slumped over the front seat, head hanging down near the floor, legs dangling precariously in the air.

 There’s a pounding in your head as you try to fight off the reaver taking hold of you. 

You kick him hard in the face, but that only seems to piss him off worse as he suddenly takes hold of your throat, squeezing down hard with his robotic hand.

 Your gasp, struggling for air, reaching for the gun just out reach. Your lungs burn, your throat throbs, you abandon all attempts for the gun as you frantically reach for the hands tight around your neck. 

Your pulse thumps in your ears, you’re in desperate need of air as you pull with all your might, but your strength doesn’t even make his robotic hand budge. 

You thrash in his grip trying to break free as a frantic panic takes over you. You can’t die like this, not like this. What will happen to Danny?

Suddenly a bright light blinds you, you don’t have time to figure out the source before a loud bang fills the car, echoing through you from such close range. 

Warm liquid splashes your face as the reaver slams down hard on top of you, and air fills your lungs with a violent gasp.

 You continue to gasp violently for air, coughing and choking, your hands around your neck as two strong hands grab your shoulders and drag you out from under the reaver pinning you. 

Pine needles scratch at your bare feet as they hit the ground. Your guard up, your eyes move wildly around you as you try to understand what’s going on. 

Your back hits the side of the SUV and suddenly Donald’s in front of you, he’s got ahold of you. Instinctively, you struggle against his grip. 

Balling your fists and letting them swing, trying to get away from him before he can restrain you again.

 But he doesn’t let you go, instead he shoves you against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you in a tight bear hug as you fight against him unsure of what’s happening.

“It’s over, baby. It’s over- It’s over.” You hear his gritty southern drawl heavy against your ear as his arms hold you tight.

It takes a minute for his words to sink in, for you to understand what’s happened, but as you do, you slowly stop fighting him as tears rush your eyes and a rattled breath bursts from your lips.

 Pulling you back, Donald leans you against the SUV. Unlocking the broken cuffs from your wrists, his hands wrap securely around your face, his eyes barreling into yours.

“Are you ok?” He practically demands to know as his eyes sweep over you.

Your nod numbly as his human hand moves over a tender spot on your forehead then to your neck, you wince under his touch.

 “Fuckin’ hell baby,” You hear slip lowly off his breath.

You can still feel his hands around your face as he glances over at the inside of the vehicle you just came out of, a heavy breath leaving him, and suddenly you realize the reaver never came out of it. 

Glancing down at yourself, you’re stunned to see your shirt is smeared with blood, your hands and arms are splattered with it, that spray you had felt on your face…

 A shaky breath spits past your lips as Donald’s face comes back into view, his eyes heated.

“What happen back there? I told you to wait to my cue.” His breath is short with you as your mind starts putting the pieces together. 

The reaver had been choking you, then there was a light- the passenger door must of opened. 

Then the bang, the sound of it shaking right through you before the reaver fell crushingly on top of you. 

You thought he was pinning you… you see now Donald shot him. He collapsed on you, it’s his blood you’re covered in.

As you hold Donald’s gaze, you don’t know what to say as tears wells up into your eyes and an uneven breath rattles past your lips. 

You’ve never been covered in another man’s blood before. You’ve never been caught up in something like this.

Without a word, Donald pulls you to him, his robotic hand tight around your back as his flesh hand cradles the back of your head, holding you close. 

“It’s ok. You’re ok.”

You wrap your arms desperately around him, gasping the scent of him in your burning lungs as your fingers dig into his back. 

Safe, for the moment you feel safe in a way you don’t understand, only know.

 But as the intensity of the moment wanes and a sense of security fills you, your priorities quickly refocus- Danny. 

Ripping from Donald’s arms, your own trauma becomes secondary as you think of your son.

“Where’s Danny? Where is he?” You frantically demand, your eyes pointedly slamming into Donald’s.

“He’s safe. Hidden back at the motel.” Donald quickly explains, sensing your urgency.

“Let’s go,” You’re quick to respond, moving for his SUV before Donald’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against the SUV before his human hand cups your cheek

“Easy, baby. We gotta take care of this mess first.” He reminds you as he pulls his hands free of you and starts unbuttoning his black shirt.

 Handing it to you, Donald instructs you to put it on over your blood-stained shirt. 

Then he sends you back to his SUV, tells you to take the water bottle out of the center console and wash off as much of the blood from your hands and face as you can while he handles the other SUV. 

You don’t know what his plan is, but you follow his lead. You haven’t got a choice, there is no plan B.

On the road back to the motel, you listen numbly, feeling detached from it all as Donald tells you he was never gonna let them take you. 

You want to believe that, but you don’t know what to think. Donald explains he’s going to have to call this in. Tell them you shot Macon and escaped. 

He told you the plan was to pack up and get out of there as quick as possible, he’d call it in and tell them he was hot on your tail. 

You nod silently to the plan, because the only thing that matters to you now is seeing Danny.

 When you reach the motel, Donald retrieves your son from the main office. Something about paying them a price they couldn’t refuse to hide him. 

You weren’t really listening, you don’t care. 

The only thing that matters to you is seeing your precious little boy come running across the room at you, his legs moving full speed, moppy hair flying as he goes, smile wide on his face before you scoop him into your arms, clutching him tighter than you ever have before as tears burst desperately from your eyes.

 On the ride out of town, Donald finally tells you the whole story. He explains Dr. Rice was growing impatient with the results of his search to locate you. 

Especially since Donald had reported being close to your location just a few days prior, and he was close, dead on, that’s the problem. 

Rice sent Macon to get an update. Donald tells you he only got a few minutes warning before the whole thing went down. 

He had to make a choice, he knew Rice would demand answers, he didn’t have time for a cover story. Said he knew you’d ask too many questions, probably put up a fight, and there wasn’t time for that, so he chose to hide Danny. 

He was headed back to the room for you when he spotted Macon going in. He admitted he wasn’t planning the rest of it to go down like it did.

 It’s only after everything has settled back down that the weight of it all, what happened back there fully begins to register on you. What Donald did, what he did for you.

“You knew that guy- Macon? You knew him well?” You asked quietly, trying not to wake Danny as he naps in the backseat.

You watch Donald’s grip tighten on the steering wheel, the knuckles on his human hand turning white as your heart clenches to match his grip, confirming an answer you already sensed.

“Over a decade,” He drawls out simply, his eyes glued steadily on the road.

Your throat tightens with emotion, he doesn’t say it, he doesn’t have to, he killed a longtime friend today saving you.

 “And he’s dead now, because of me.” Your voice comes out heavy like the guilt washing over you.

Donald never looks your way, eyes steady on the road. 

For a moment you think he’s gonna ignore your comment, until you suddenly feel his robotic hand land on your thigh, the fingers curling around your leg so he can really feel you on his fingertips. 

You had forgotten how he needed this- to feel you, to touch you, whenever a storm was raging inside him.

“Said I’d keep you ‘n Danny safe ‘n I meant that.” Donald says solemnly, his voice stoic and unwavering. 

You recognize this as the side of Donald that’s capable of anything. The side of him that gets the job done, keeps his word, no matter the cost to his soul. It’s part of what makes him so damn formidable.

 Your hand reaches down to rest over his. You feel wires and gears under your flesh as you grip him back.

“I’m sorry we’ve brought so much trouble down on you. Turned your life upside down.” Your throat tightens. 

Donald finding you and Danny changed everything for you, but you’re finally seeing, you aren’t the only person paying that price.

Studying the man you once loved so dearly, the man who saved your life today, Donnie finally looks over at you through yellow tinted glasses. 

His eyes looking at you in a way that makes something deep inside your belly coil as he catches your gaze briefly.

“I’m not,” He says calmly, with absolutely certainty on his breath before his eyes quickly return to the road and you feel his robotic hand give your thigh a gently squeeze. “…I’m not.”

[deathandrenegades]

Operation Foxtrot (Bucky x Reader) - Part 3

Summary: New to the compound, it almost feels like you and Bucky have a connection you can’t quite put your finger on. With Hydra still a threat, how will that affect you?

Word Count: 1516

A/N: mostly just fluff for now and some kissing and swearing, my inbox is open!

Part 1 | Part 2

I heard Bucky sigh, getting up. I was too tired to open my eyes and figure out what he was doing. I was nearly asleep when I felt someone scoop their arms under me, one was particularly cold.

"Bucky?" I whispered, my voice soaked in fatigue. My head rested on his shoulder.

"Yes?" He whispered into my ear. Was this a dream? Even if it was, I wasn't going to stop it.

"Where are you taking me?" I mumbled, about to pass out. His chest rumbled against me as he chuckled softly. 

"To bed of course." I smiled, sighing and closing my eyes. He laid me in bed slowly, extremely gently, pulling my comforter around me. He must've thought I was completely asleep, because his hands brushed my hair out of my face, then he lightly trailed a finger down my cheek. I smiled at his touch, letting a small sigh escape me as I crashed further. 

I woke up, still wondering if last night was even real or not. What the hell was up with Bucky? Like one minute were fine, then the next we don't we speak? I shook my head, scolding myself for not only caring so much but letting it affect me like this. I headed downstairs for breakfast with everyone, they were all sitting around the table, barely speaking. I grabbed the pot of coffee and filled my mug, adding cream and sugar. I turned to see Bucky flipping pancakes, he turned to catch my eye. I froze almost out of habit, but then relaxed after last night flowed through my head. "Good morning." I smiled. Bucky didn't seem phased. His gaze broke away from me, his eyes revealing nothing but emptiness as he gave a small nod, then returned back to making food. I stood there, shocked. Was last night really a dream? There's no way I dreamt that. I smelled him, for gods sake. Nat and steve gave me a questioning look from across the room and I shrugged, quickly darting into the living room to hide my astonished face. "Meeting at 9:30 to go over this next mission SHIELD sent us." Steve announced through several pancakes. I groaned internally. We all mumbled a chorus of "okay"s. From what I gathered of the mission, it would be my first with the team. It was Nat, Steve, Sam, Bucky and I. The mission could've called for Stark, Clint, and Wanda as well but they seemed it not necessary. We were currently set to head out at 6:30 am on Saturday, leaving me 3 days to prepare and train. To top it off, Steve assigned Bucky to train me. 

Me and Bucky met at 5 am. His face looked like it could've been carved out of marble, he was so still. He ran me through the basics of how the mission would play out, but more than anything he told me I need to stay focused. Keep the target in sight and follow through. No distractions, no backing out. I snorted. He clearly had no idea who he was truly dealing with. We started sparring, and I could tell he was holding back. Which pissed me off. Not only did I need to prepare for someone to come ready to kill me, it was borderline insulting. Like I can't handle him? He managed to somehow leave his face wide open after I dodged his punch, which was a bad move. My fist cracked through his jaw, he stumbled back looking shocked. I smirked. "Shouldn't have doubted me, fucker." I spit onto the floor, holding my arms up. He rolled his neck. I grinned harder. "Lets dance, doll." Bucky grinned.

The end of the fight left us both bloody, and exhausted. I had successfully managed to break his nose, and he sprained two of my fingers. Which sucks, because now on the mission we'll both be injured. We both sat against the padded walls, still panting a little. "Do you think they'll still let us go with our injuries?" I asked, covered in sweat. Bucky snapped his nose into place. "Yeah. I've had worse. Steve might be worried about you but you're tough." My eyebrows shot up at him. "Yeah? Is that what you think?" He flushed, refusing to answer. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I asked quietly. I hated that I was so blunt with everything, but I didn't have time for bullshit. Especially with a mission so close, I didn't want it to interfere. Bucky leaned his head back against the wall, his hair pulled into a bun as blood trickled from his nose. He still wasn't answering me. "It's like one minute we're talking and close, then the next you won't even speak to me. Let alone look at me." I looked at him, my eyes searching his face. His eyes were still closed. "Bucky look at me." His eyes flicked open at his nickname, something I rarely ever called him. He got up to stand and I scrambled to my feet. "You can't ever tell me anything can you?" I shouted, though he wasn't more than two feet away from me. "Is it because you're scared?" I accused, my breaths getting short as all my resentment boiled over into my mouth. "Because you're acting like a complete dick. All I've ever tried to do is be here for you, I've not once ever tried to make you feel shitty or guilty." Bucky froze in his place, tears flowing hot down my cheeks. "You don't think I feel alone, too? Because I do. I know what it's like to feel outcasted, like you don't fit in." Bucky whirled around, anger flooding his face. "So what? You just feel bad for me, is that it? I don't need your pity." He spat. "That's not even remotely close to what I'm saying!" He moved to turn and walk away again, and I stepped forward grabbing his arm. "Don't fucking walk away from me again James." I tugged on his arm, forcing him to look at me. "Say something!" I shrieked, and he just stared at me, visibly fuming. Suddenly he lurched, and I almost fought back until his mouth was found on mine, scorching my lips. I kissed him back, yanking at his hair when he aggressively bit my lip. He squeezed my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him. He slammed us into the padded wall, a gentle moan escaping my throat into his mouth. He growled, pushing himself against me harder and I got lost in the kiss as my tongue invaded his mouth. Abruptly he broke away from me, dropping my legs. We both stood there together, panting. "You have no idea how long I've wanted that." He whispered. I sighed, closing my eyes as he leaned his forehead against mine. And then he broke away, my eyes opening to find his lingering on me before he turned and left the training center.

I finally left the training room after what felt like hours of just sitting there. I played through everything that happened, trying to figure out of it was real or not. I headed downstairs to the kitchen, surprised to find Nat, Steve and Stark on the couch, barely 10 am. I joined them. I eased onto the couch and steve put his arm around me, I leaned into his warmth. That was one thing I loved about steve, he didn't care. We didn't have to be dating or screwing for him to show affection towards me. "How'd training go with Bucky?" He whispered. I bit my lip, training to hide my smile as his kiss burned on my lips. "Good, I think." I frowned slightly. "Was he a dick like usual?" Steve snorted. I shook my head, sighing. "Quite the opposite, and that's what's confusing." I sighed out, lost in thought. "Well it's not secret Barnes likes you." Stark threw in, smiling. Steve threw a pillow at him and I sat up, confused. How could he like me when he's so up and down all the time? "Really because I could swear it's like half the time he doesn't even know who I am." I snapped. "That's just his way of protecting himself, now shush, I'm trying to watch this." Natasha answered. Protecting himself, what? A dozen questions swam through my head. I sat back into the couch, Steves arm weaving around me. I sighed into his touch, finally relaxing after today. It wasn't long before everyone seemed to join the movie we were watching, one by one. Finally Bucky came down, a bright smile on his face until his eyes landed on Steve and I. His eyes pinned to his arm visibly around me. I looked up, catching him staring as Steve did the same. He went to move his arm but I leaned further into the couch, trapping his arm underneath me. His eyes broke away from Buck's to look down at me, completely confused. I grinned and winked, and he rolled his eyes, groaning internally.