#And girls. I need a hot frisbee girl in my life OTHER THAN THE ONES I ALREADY KNOW OBV!!!

[bsaka7]

BEAT AN UNDEFEATED TEAM AND I FEEL LIKE MY TEAM MATES LIKE ME AND A HOT GIRL WHO I PLAYED AGAINST AND THOUGHT WAS HOT IN COLLEGE WAS NICE TO ME #FRISNATION

[kalee60]

i wish you would write a fic where jock!bucky seduces twink!steve, maybe he hits steve with that pec flex guys do that is both dick-ish and insanely hot at the same time?

Oh Manda - you absolute gorgeous gem! I very much like what you're asking me to create here 😘 I also love, love, love that you sent me a prompt!

I immediately think of sun, summer, ice cream, boys at the beach playing frisbee and our gorgeous Smol!Steve and Jock!Bucky as friends mutually pining (Ha - it's me, it was never going to be anything but this story!)

Once again, my quick little drabble (that I wrote today when I woke up {thanks to my sprinting buddies in discord}) turned into a 4k fic... But I mean - I think that's okay (more stucky for us - right?)

I hope you like where I took this, maybe in a slightly different direction than intended - it's also on ao3 here (with all tags necessary) if you prefer to check them out and read there instead, it'll be part of my stucky bingo fills - Beach and rated M for mild sexual content 😉

If you'd like a fic - here's the post - I wish you'd write a fic... (It might take me a little bit to write - but I will get there!)

Steve was in hell, literally. It was hot, he was sweaty and he was being tortured. Honestly, Steve really loved summer, but at the same time he loathed it. And most of that had to do with the fact he had to sit around in his large group of friends and watch Bucky fucking Barnes sans top and wearing only a small pair of running shorts frolic over the sand at the beach.

Life was unfair. 

How could somebody like Bucky actually exist in real time? He was a complete jock for starters, his looks and size perfect for being naturally great at sports, earning him a football scholarship of his choice (of course). And Steve, well Steve Rogers was as far from a jock as anyone could get. Not that he was horrible in the fitness and muscular department, but he was too little and his asthma still played up to join rugged contact sports. Being 5’4 also didn’t particularly endear him to any of the coaches at college who were scouting for star players. Plus studying to be a high school teacher probably wasn’t sporty enough, and he was leaning towards a specialist English role, not Gym.

So Steve joined the campus gym instead of a sporting team, did weights and classes and enjoyed it immensely. It was where he met Natasha, and that fateful meeting brought him to Bucky and his dickish jock ways and friends.

Though if Steve was to be fair (of which he was - usually) not all jocks were dicks, even if Steve had preconceived notions from high school what college boys would be like. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that the captain of the football team was not only gorgeous, cocky and a bit of a douche, but also very smart, kind and had a smile that could make Steve’s legs turn to jelly with only a small half tilt.

But it was as he sat on a towel under the shade of a large umbrella that Carol had stolen from her parent’s garden shed, that Steve really felt the heat, and it had nothing to do with the blazing sun above him and the burning sand beneath his feet.

It was all Bucky Barnes and his chest, his slim waist, his tanned olive skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the thickness of his sinewed and muscled thighs that tapered down to calves that bunched up as he jumped and landed to grab the frisbee aimed at him.

Steve sighed heavily as his gaze lingered on the brunette. Bucky Barnes was every mans wet dream, every girls perfect prince, and Steve pulled his dark sunnies over his eyes again, ignoring the pounding in his chest, the throbbing in his groin as he watched Bucky behind dark lenses spring up and prance over the sand, laughing with a wide mouth that could do sinful things to Steve’s body. The worst part was that Bucky was doing all of this with no knowledge that Steve harboured the biggest crush of his life.

It really was unfair.

Sitting back to lean on his hands, stretching his legs out, he saw Bucky glance over at him, and gave a smile. Bucky grinned back and then grappled Sam to the sand to yank the frisbee from his grip. Life wasn’t unfair because Bucky didn’t date guys, he did, very much so, and girls too from what Steve had seen, it was just the guys Bucky dated were typically more like… jocks.

Steve hunched over, trying to not stare too long and inadvertently get turned on, finding it an impossibility as his eyes wouldn’t tear away from Bucky’s frame as he bounded effortlessly over the soft sand, something Steve couldn’t do. He’d almost lost a lung from the trek over to their secluded spot earlier that day. Soft sand was the enemy - that was fact.

“Heads up.”

Startled from his thoughts by Bucky’s deep voice urgently calling out his way, Steve looked up only to see the frisbee coming straight for him. With a reaction that even surprised himself, Steve raised his hand and caught the flying disc with nary a blink of an eye.

Bucky was skidding to a halt on his knees before him a second later.

“Shit, Steve. That was epic, you sure you don’t want to play? You can be on my team - my secret frisbee weapon.”

Steve’s mouth went dry as he tried to listen to the words leaving Bucky, because the delectable man was less than two feet away and the smell of sunscreen, sweat and something virile and uniquely Bucky entered his senses. Steve knew that if sitting next to Bucky in the dining hall was torture when Bucky was wearing his spicy cologne, he’d keel over being enveloped in his sweaty beach scent for longer than a minute. 

God he wanted Bucky to fill him, everywhere. Make him forget his name, take him over and over.

He realised that he still hadn’t answered and heat crept into his cheeks, managing to blurt out, “I’m good for now. Nat’s grabbing ice creams and I don’t want to get a stitch.”

Steve then gave Bucky what he hoped was a soft and cheeky winning grin, but the way Bucky faltered, swallowed tightly, face impassive made Steve wonder if he’d missed the mark on trying to be flirty.

He really was as hopeless as Darcy continually told him.

Steve’s eyes trailed down to Bucky’s broad and lightly haired chest, finding himself breathing quicker, wondering if he’d remembered to pack his inhaler. No, he was sure it was in the pocket of his backpack. Thank god, he might need it in the face of Bucky’s glorious muscles moving in his vision all day.

“If you’re sure,” Bucky finally said in a deep steady voice.

“Maybe later,” Steve stammered, holding up the frisbee with a shaky hand. He had to get a grip.

“Alright, later then, I’m holding you to that.” And Bucky took the disc from Steve’s grip and was off bounding towards Sam, Carol, Thor and Maria.

While Steve recalibrated his thoughts, Nat came back holding only one ice cream cone, licking it slowly with a sparkle in her eye as Clint trailed behind, wearing Nat’s beach bag and carrying the rest of the ice creams, and Steve worried she’d overestimated his balancing skills. But if Nat asked, Clint would do - it was kind of amazing the power she had over him without even trying. Although they weren’t dating (yet), Nat was never cruel, she was playing the long game and really liked Clint, but had been hurt before by some Russian asshole, and Steve knew that Clint, when Nat finally agreed to go out with him would never be the same man again. He’d be lost in deep shock and joy. They were perfect for each other.

A pang went through his gut as Steve watched them, taking a cone from Clint, wishing he had someone that wanted him as much as they wanted each other.

“Vanilla,” Nat commented with a scrunch of her nose at Steve’s choice as he took a lick of the creamy goodness, the chill on his tongue welcome under the heat of the day. “You’re so very basic, Rogers.”

“Hey there is nothing wrong with that. I happen to love vanilla.” A rich voice said from right in front of Steve as Bucky flopped down on the sand, kicking up little grains that stuck on Bucky’s thighs where he was sweating. Steve shut his eyes against the picture before him, once again pleading to any God or Goddess that would listen that it wasn’t fair, that they had to find him someone one day. He just hoped it would be soon, else his dick drop off from Bucky unwittingly giving him blue balls.

“You’re one to talk, you didn’t even want ice cream, just a soda. And a club soda at that.”

Bucky looked over to Nat, flashing her a wide grin, and Steve immediately started to lick his ice cream just to do anything but stare at the crinkling in the corners of Bucky’s eyes, or to watch his lips as they wrapped around the bottle tip. He only half listened to their banter as they kept teasing each other, Nat and Bucky having been best friends from childhood, the reason how Steve inadvertently fell into the group of jocks, for a lack of a better term to encompass all the fit people he was now surrounded with.

Nat had introduced him to everyone after they’d hit it off at the gym in first semester, and Steve had waited for the inevitable teasing to commence about his small stature, but it never came. He was always included, never mocked (unless it was called for, because he was a facts man and couldn’t help correcting people when they were clearly in the wrong) and it was such a novel experience, so how could he not fall immediately in lust with the football captain? One who had smokey blue-grey eyes, sinfully full lips made for kissing among other fun activities and a personality that you could fall into and live inside forever.

“Err, Steve… your ice cream, it’s ummm, dripping.”

“What?” Steve asked, realising that he’d been swirling his tongue over the top of the soft confectionary and that his fingers were now completely sticky as the ice cream dripped over them on to his thigh. “Oh shit.”

Steve immediately switched hands and started to lap at his fingers, tongue darting between them to catch all the creaminess, sucking them into his mouth one by one, only looking up when he heard a muted groan. Bucky was moving before him, squirming in the sand, and as his eyes landed on Bucky, he startled, surprised to find Bucky’s hooded gaze directly on Steve. But his eyes hadn’t landed just anywhere, they were trained to Steve’s mouth, and as Steve swiped his finger through the sweetness that had dribbled on his thigh, Bucky’s gaze followed that finger's movements. Steve without thought, heart thumping hard, confusion and awe flowing through his veins, stuck the digit in his mouth, licking off the stickiness. 

Thankfully, Steve had his sunglasses on, hiding his expression, but he knew his face was burning red at the brash and overt display. Bucky was watching him intently, the rise and fall of his gloriously thick chest heaved, and Bucky’s skin flushed from the exercise or maybe the sun. Steve wasn’t sure.

But it was as Steve licked around the base of the cone again, the ice cream melting quicker in the heat than he could swallow, Bucky’s pecs twitched.

Steve stopped all movement, caught at the tick of flesh, the way it bounced taut, watching with abject lust and desire as Bucky did it again - knowing exactly where Steve’s eyes were trained.

It was such a fucking dick move, a power move to get attention and Steve hated jocks who flexed like that, but on Bucky… on Bucky it was god damn mesmerizing. And it was after the third time Bucky’s pecs jumped, Bucky stood up abruptly and fled saying in a higher pitch than usual that he was jumping in the water, that Steve realised he might not have been doing it on purpose.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bucky was dead, he was going to die from being hard for... how long had he known Steve Rogers, six months maybe? Well, that was how long he’d survived with a non-stop boner for the blonde man. And he was at the end of his tether.

Steve was everything Bucky ever wanted in a partner, smart, strong, intense, funny, handsome  and a person that he could fall into, spend time with - love.

So it didn't help his little issue to be at the beach that day, watching Steve sit under the huge umbrella on brightly coloured towels in his swim trunks and a loose tank with arm holes so big he could see all the way through to his muscular chest and pink nipples. It was driving him fucking insane. 

Sure he’d seen Steve wearing an array of items at the gym, but he’d never witnessed him so carefree as he was at the beach. He was smiling more, relaxed, joking while big sunglasses hid those gorgeous eyes that would give the ocean a run for its money as to what was bluer.

But what killed Bucky that particular day over every other day he lusted after Steve, what made him clench and twitch all over was watching Steve lick up his ice cream. It was downright obscene, Steve shouldn’t be allowed to do that in public, or at least he should have a warning sticker on his person.

Steve had a mouth made for sucking cock, and Bucky wanted, no, he needed to know what having those lips wrapped around him felt like. Christ, he wanted to know what it felt like to be buried in Steve, maybe even have Steve press into him. Fuck.

There was only one thing for it.

He had to seduce Steve, and he had to do it soon.

But that begged the question - how?

How did Bucky capture the attention of the smartest, funniest, quick witted and grumpiest man on campus? Not only that, but to have Steve take him seriously? Bucky was aware that people thought he was only a dumb jock, that all he had to offer the world was to play ball and shit talk other teams and work out in the gym. Which, yeah of course he did all of those things - but he really was so much more. He was studying economics, was thinking about trying to specialise and work as an international trade specialist after college, and although Bucky really loved playing ball - it wasn’t his whole life. He’d never go pro - well, not without a hell of a lot of luck and persistence, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to take something he enjoyed and make it a living in that way. He’d seen how broken some sports stars bodies were after a career, and he still wanted to be able to walk at forty without having had three knee reconstructions.

But Steve, Steve saw through all of that, he spoke to Bucky like an intellect, like he had something worthy to say, to add to the conversation. Even at the gym after Nat had introduced them (Bucky begging to know who the gorgeous guy she was chatting to on the rowing machines was) Steve and he worked out together, had fun catcalling each other for being weak and helped each other with their forms - something Bucky largely did just to get hands on Steve even though Steve’s form was perfect.

Bucky had been taken with the slight man from the first moment he’d seen him, always under the impression that Steve was too smart to even think about dating a meathead like him, even if he truly wasn't what his physique made him. So he stuck with friendship, but now he wanted more. Was going to ask for more.

“Whatcha thinking?” Nat asked as she swam out to float in the water next to him.

“Nothing much,” He replied, ignoring her knowing hum. He hated that they’d been friends forever and she knew all his tells.

The much needed cold water had soothed his itching skin, and from his vantage point he could look back at their rag tag group of friends, able to stare unabashadly at Steve as he laughed with Clint and Thor about something, staring up at Thor as he... as he fucking flexed in front of Steve.

“Easy boy,” Natasha grabbed his bicep that was taut from clenching his fists, “Thor’s with Jane remember? Steve’s not interested in someone like Thor anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes swung to her immediately. “What do you mean? Because he's a jock?”

Nat let out an exasperated sigh. “No you idiot. Because he’s interest lies elsewhere.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s chest squeezed tight, wondering who had Steve’s undivided attention. And he couldn’t help but watch Steve as Carol held out a hand to pull him to his feet, and suddenly Bucky forgot his disappointment when Steve pulled his tank off, revealing a gorgeous toned body in all its glory. Bucky’s dick stirred. Thank fuck he was hidden in the water.

“You are a colossal idiot. You know that right?” Nat deadpanned.

“I have to ask Steve out,” he blurted. “I need to… I need to be with him.”

“I know,” Nat said with a smirk, and Bucky looked at her gratefully, if she helped he would be fine. “But that really sounds like a you problem. Have fun with that.”

“You horrible cow,” Bucky sniped back, ready to splash her, but she was already under the water stealthily swimming up behind Clint, only to dunk the unsuspecting man. 

Bucky’s attention suddenly caught on movement on the shoreline as Steve stood knee deep, testing the water and with no further hesitation, dove in, coming up for air not far from where Bucky floated. Bucky watched mesmerized as the sun glinted off Steve’s wet eyelashes, before he wiped the droplets from them, smiling at Bucky.

“Oh god, this water feels amazing.”

“So would you,” Bucky whispered.

“Huh?” Steve asked.

For a long moment, Bucky stared at Steve, realising that sound carried over water differently and Steve most likely caught what he said. Seducing someone was hard, even though he hadn’t even tried yet.

Instead of answering, Bucky ducked his head so his mouth went underwater and swam towards Steve like a shark, deciding that he just had to ask him point blank, no messing around with seduction. Slipping up out of the water at the last moment he put on his most predatory smile, Steve’s eyes widening and he looked around, face flushed and Bucky hoped he wasn’t looking for an escape.

He quickly darted behind Steve, wrapping his arms tight around his lithe body, trying not to linger too much as Steve was the perfect fit, felt so good against him; and when he heard the small gasp from Steve’s throat he launched him into the air. Flinging Steve into the water a few feet away.

“You fucker,” Steve exclaimed laughing as he came up for air, and Bucky smirked.

Suddenly with a smirk of his own that made Bucky inhale sharply, Steve disappeared under the water, Bucky feeling him come up underneath his body and with a strength that belied Steve’s small stature, completely turning Bucky on more than it should, he was pushed up out of the water, throwing him completely under as well.

“Jesus, Steve. You should join the team.” Bucky spluttered when he came up for air.

Steve grinned back, pushing wet hair out of his eyes and Bucky stared, lost in how stunning Steve looked in the sunlight, that he was there before him alone in the ocean full of people, “I mean they already have you and Sam as Captains. Wouldn’t want to put either of you out of a job.”

Bucky laughed, “I don’t doubt you’d do it too, Stevie.”

And when Steve stopped smiling, Bucky realised what he’d said.

“Shit, sorry - you don’t like that? Nicknames?”

“No I... I do…” Steve answered softly, and Bucky became lost in a blue that matched the water they were treading.

“Would you get out with me?” Bucky blurted.

“Sorry? Get out of the water?”

Bucky internally facepalmed himself. “No, I mean go out.”

“Out. With you?”

Bucky nodded.

“Err, why me?” Steve asked in a small voice lost on a gust of wind.

Looking at Steve, who stared back at him with questions in his eyes, Bucky wanted to explain how much he’d desired it for months, to tell Steve all the ways he wanted to make him happy, and as a multitude of words sat on his tongue, Bucky suddenly understood Steve might not listen to his reasoning, might not believe him. So he decided to show his intent instead, and swam closer. Steve’s eyes were wide, guileless, Bucky seeing a small spark of something more, and hoping he wasn’t triple jumping over a line, he swam up behind Steve. He felt Steve tense up, anticipating to be flung into the water again, but instead, Bucky pulled him closer so that Steve’s back slotted against his front and leaned in, mouth only an inch away from Steve’s ear.

“Why you? Oh Stevie, you have no idea how gorgeous you are. How much I want you.” Bucky pressed his nose against the back of Steve’s ear and inhaled deeply, sunscreen, salt and Steve’s shampoo filled his senses and he lost his head for a moment, especially when Steve let out a high pitched groan and wriggled back into Bucky. “I want to spread you out beneath me, I want to lick all the sweat off your body, sweat that I'm going to cause from working you hard, making you work extra hard for my dick, because Stevie - I want you, I want you bad, and I think you might want me back just as much.”

Bucky hoped he wasn’t completely off base with his desires, that Steve really was just as interested, and when Steve ground back against him, skin sliding against Bucky’s, letting out another moan at the friction when he felt Bucky hardening up underneath him, Bucky knew it was going to be ok.

“Yes…” Steve whimpered as his shorts caught against Bucky’s dick, pushing backwards.

“You want that baby?”

“Fuck. Yes, I do.”

“How much?”

Steve spluttered, and Bucky couldn’t help chuckle at the noise. “What do you mean?”

“How much do you want it?” Bucky knew he was being a prick, making his pec’s tense against Steve’s back, pulling him onto his lap as they floated in the water, before wrapping a leg around one of Steve’s pulling it to the side, making Steve gasp gorgeously.

“A normal amount,” Steve husked back.

“Oh, you want me a normal amount - is that all?” Bucky smirked before licking a sloppy stripe up Steve’s neck at the same time as he snuck a hand down the front of Steve’s swim trunks, gripping his dick tightly, feeling the impressive length and girth for the first time. Fuck, he was definietly not taking switching of the table. But not anytime soon. First, he wanted to take Steve apart in every way conceivable.

Steve meanwhile, was liquid in his arms, going slack as Bucky took his time to explore while they floated in circles not far from the shore, but far enough out they wouldn’t get in trouble. He hoped. 

The moans tearing from Steve’s throat were getting louder though, Bucky loving every noise punched out of Steve as he stroked harder under the water, the friction and pressure of the water making him slower and more languid than usual. And Bucky wanted to make Steve call out with no thought or boundaries, nothing to stifle his pleasure, he needed Steve coming in his arms, again and again.

“I think you might just want me a little more than that.” Bucky rasped against Steve’s neck, sucking a bruise onto his pink skin, giving Steve’s dick another sharp tug and before he knew what was happening, Steve was shaking in his arms, whimpering out a release and Bucky was speechless. Utterly speechless as he continued to stroke Steve slowly, carefully as he jerked in his hand.

“Holy fuck, you’re stunning, gorgeous, the absolute best,” Bucky rambled into Steve’s neck, nipping kisses and pressing his lips against him in absolute awe at what had just occured.

Suddenly Steve moved, spinning himself around to straddle Bucky and he went under for a moment as their weights shifted and came back up spluttering, only for Steve to launch himself so his lips pushed against his. Steve took over, devouring his mouth, and although Bucky was the one in control, holding them both up, he’d never felt so out of control as Steve writhed and ground down as best he could in the water. Shit, Steve was going to be a handful and Bucky was there for it.

As he kissed back, grabbing the back of Steve’s head, holding him still as he pressed his tongue in deeply, a huge beach ball smacked into the side of his face. They jumped apart with a gasp.

“Don’t make me go get the hose!” Nat yelled out as she and Clint swam around nearby. “It’s about time you dolts wised up, but this is a public beach with you know - families.”

Bucky watched as Steve’s face flushed a perfect shade of red, and he couldn’t help but grab him again, giving him a quick intense kiss, claiming Steve until he struggled for breath, to show Bucky’s intent was clear and true. It was pure perfection.

“We’ll pick this up again later.” Bucky promised.

“Later.” Steve replied breathlessly.

Suddenly Steve pushed himself away from Bucky, grabbing and throwing the beach ball, hitting Clint dead on the nose. The surprised yelp from both Clint and Natasha made Bucky laugh.

“Oh it’s so on, James,” Nat yelled out.

Steve piped up from his side, “you wish, Romanoff - we’re gonna take you down!”

Bucky beamed.

“Yeah!” he called over to them, dodging the ball that came directly for him as Nat and Clint shit-talked. And as he and Steve swam out to retrieve the ball floating behind them, Bucky turned to Steve and gave him an overtly salacious wink. “And once we take them down, I’m going to take you home and show you what going down is all about.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Really? That was incredibly lame, especially for a savvy sex-crazed jock.”

“You’re not interested in my proposal then?”

“Oh I’m interested,” Steve grinned, licking his lips and Bucky caught his breath. “But if you’re going to use dad jokes on the regular - I might have to start calling you something else in the bedroom.”

Steve then threw the ball, Nat ducking at the last minute, and Bucky didn’t even feel when the returning pitch slammed into his head; Steve’s words creating a delicious cacophony of images and filthy thoughts in his mind instead.

Bucky had always known that Stevie Rogers was going to be both the life and death of him, and as he rubbed his head, grasping the ball in one hand, ready to throw it, he couldn’t wait to see where their adventure would take them.

But first - Clint had to pay.

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I sort of missed writing KH fics that took place in the KHII era, so I wrote this story where Sora and Kairi confessed their feelings for each other between KHII and DDD, but that then makes it AU. Fluff. Oneshot.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29577108

You Raise Me Up

Kairi’s PoV

Kairi was writing her feelings for Sora in her drawing pad… It was silly, she knew, because she should have been using this gift she’d been given for art. And while she'd meant to, Kairi found that it was the written word that was really where she was at these days. But it would of course be while she was doing this, that Sora would approach her and steal the book from her.

It was an absolutely beautiful day: birds seemed to be having a contest to see which of their wings could turn the most yellow when they flew close to the sun… dogs were barking gleefully, as they played frisbee with their masters nearby… and there was even a street vendor who seemed to be purposefully leaving out their spoiled food, so that even the ants could have something to eat.

All-in-all, everyone was trying to do their best today—Kairi knew that she was—and she had hoped that Sora would be, too. But nope. He had to tease her about something that was so personal, he didn't even know.

"Sora!" Kairi squealed, as she jumped into the air from where she'd been sitting and tried again and again to fetch her book from him, while he danced about her... dangerously close to running into a bicyclist at this point. "Give it back! You can't just steal a lady's art without her permission! Did you learn nothing from when you learned manners and had to bow down to that Princess Jasmine, or whatever it was you said?!"

Sora must not have, because he completely ignored the point that Kairi was trying to make—that he had learned some propriety on his journeys, and thus should have been using it now—but began reading Kairi's carefully crafted words, as she then desperately wanted to take a shovel to her own head... just anything, so she wouldn't have to be privy to this.

"'How he attempts to give everyone lovin', without them realizing his own heart is broken.'"

At first, Sora didn't seem to realize that her words were about him. She saw his mouth starting to form the word "who". And whether he would have thought that “who” was a real person or a fictional character if he’d gotten to finish his first thought, Kairi didn’t know.

But then Sora seemed to finally get that this was art that she was making with blood, sweat, and tears, and settled down and handed her her book back. And a small smile played at his lips as he seemed to speak from the heart: "Kairi, you should really think about becoming a poet... or an author, as one can also sound poetic in novel speak."

And if he was going to play it civil to save their friendship, Kairi could do the same. And she grinned at her friend now, as she put a strand of hair behind her ear and somewhat wanted to hide from the world. “You know what? I’ll really think about that.” And be glad that that is the lead you decided to take, and that you haven’t realized the poem was about you… because I love you.

Then, Kairi and Sora had a wonderful afternoon of being good people and helping the professional fishermen nearby with their jobs. And when they were given some of the best fish as a reward for this, they took it over to the sick Riku’s house to try and cheer him up some.

…

Sora’s PoV

 A Few Days Later

Sora looked out the window—bored in school, as he always was—when he noticed that Kairi was outside.

Kairi was a girl he'd had a crush on, ever since she'd washed up on the islands when she was five. But he figured it was a hopeless case, since Kairi was kind of popular and surely liked his friend Riku... And he wasn’t trying to dwell on it, anyway, since he was generally a happy person…

But he wondered what she was doing outside! It wasn't like Kairi to skip class, or anything like that. Though Sora didn't see her class with her right now, so where could they be? Had they just gone into the greenhouse before she had? And why did she look sad?

Kairi, what's wrong with you? Sora found himself thinking, as he nearly got out of his seat to go to her.

Unfortunately, Sora's teacher noticed his lack of attention and ordered him to stand up and answer a question, whilst his thoughts were all for Kairi. "Homura Sora!” his sensei demanded, “What are the first digits of pi?"

"Oh. Erm... S-sorry!" Sora stammered. "Uhh... I believe they are 3.14159?" And Sora sat down--slightly embarrassed now--but glad that he knew the answer when he was called on, and wasn’t humiliated for once: even if people were still whispering about him for having been a space cadet. Yikes.

But still only feeling for Kairi, Sora looked out the window again and saw that she was for sure crying! He wondered if she'd sensed her grandma die or something…

Raising his hand, Sora decided he was going to ask for a personal day and go check on Kairi.

…

“Kairi, what’s wrong?!” Sora demanded the moment he saw his best friend. And then he took her in his arms to comfort her, the moment he saw that something must have happened since she was crying.

“My mom had a heart-attack, Sora. Thankfully, she’s okay. But I didn’t know she would be when I came into school today—God, now I don’t even know why I came in today—but now that I know she’s alright, I should probably go into class again and not be hiding out here. But I don’t know if I can. My emotions are all spent. Is that crazy?”

“No, Kairi,” Sora promised the girl of her dreams after she’d babbled. He then put his chin atop her head, held her ever tighter to him, and drank in this moment. Sora couldn’t get over how well her scent of strawberries smelled with his of chocolate... “It’s not crazy at all. Emotions aren’t logical. Just take it easy, okay? And if there’s anything you need… know that I’ll be there for you.”

And Sora had thought that Kairi would say “thank you” and just leave it at that, but she surprised him—as it continued to rain around them, wrapping the two of them in a warm blanket on this hot island. “Actually, Sora… I wrote some of my feelings about what happened to Mom down. And I- I wouldn’t mind if you read them. I think it might be therapeutic for me, even, if you’d do that,” Kairi said shyly, stepping away from Sora so she could hand him her sketchbook.

And it was so rare for Kairi to be shy, how could Sora anything but “yes”? He even responded more gently to her here than he normally would, and that was really saying something.

“Of course, Kairi. I’ll read anything that comes from your beautiful heart!” Sora beamed with his eyes closed. He then decided to lay it on a bit thick and be a bit of the flirt that Donald always accused him of being. But he meant every word he was saying here. Because how could he not, when he loved Kairi so much?

And he flipped open the redhead’s sketchbook to find words about the mayor… but instead he found himself seeing ones about himself.

Kairi had written that she liked him, but was afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same since she saw herself as useless?

And Kairi must have realized he’d flipped to the wrong page by accident, because she was already trying to rip the book away from Sora and stammer out explanations. “I swear it’s not what it seems lik-”

But Sora was already cutting off his precious girl, who had jumped off a balcony and fought for the first time to save him. “Kairi, you are notuseless. Don’t ever think that. But as for the rest of it… umm, I have to go. But I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Sora, wait!”

But Sora wasn’t listening. He was already Quick Running away, as he really needed to think here.

Later, he’d realize that he’d left Kairi at the worst time imaginable—and he would berate himself for it—since she had just been through so much already, and he was probably making her think he didn’t like her back.

But at the time, all Sora could think was that Kairi liked him… but probably didn’t love him.

…

A Day Later

Even after thinking on what Kairi had written over and over—as Sora laid in his bed, summoning and dismissing his Keyblade and rinsing and repeating—he couldn’t make out what she meant, exactly, and where they went from here.

It was clear to see that she liked him (she’d written that much, after all). They were at that age where one would start having crushes, after all… but did she love him in the way that he did her?

And if Kairi did have feelings for him... what if she only felt that way because he was a hero, and because of all the things that he'd done for her?

Sora was miserable when he thought that last part. And suddenly, he needed to get out of his house that just felt suffocating at the moment. So, he began peddling away on his bike, cursing the fact that he had his “driver’s license” in other worlds, but not here yet.

And really... maybe he deserved to be miserable, for having accidentally read that part of her journal. But he still had to wonder to the gods of Mount Olympus just why everything had to be so hard…

...It was only when Sora just happened to see Kairi after this—with her hair dyed black?! What? Had she thought she was “dark” for having “hurt his feelings” to make him run off like that, and had thus dyed her hair to match how she thought her heart was?—that he realized he had made a huge mistake in thinking so little of her.

“Kairi!" Sora exclaimed the moment she was over the threshold of the store she’d just been at. And her concerned expression turned into a smile as soon as she saw that he was giving her a thousand-watt smile, Sora thought.

And running up to the love of his life… and taking her hands in his, and just deciding to play it brave here, Sora asked Kairi what he knew he should have yesterday. "Kairi... do you have feelings for me?"

Kairi shrank back at this—something Sora instantly hated himself for, because he knew it was his fault because of how he’d reacted last time—but he couldn't tell why. Was it that she was embarrassed to admit it if she did... or did she still think he couldn’t feel that way for her? If so, Sora promised himself he’d help her to build her confidence up, if it was the last thing he did.

Shockingly, Kairi threw herself into Sora's arms—letting the coconut milk she’d been holding fall to the ground as she did so—and didn't stand there clenching her fists uncertainly, like he had feared she would.

But Sora could tell by how lightly Kairi held him, that this embrace was still of friendship and not romance. But why-

"I- I do, silly… I love you," Kairi replied now, as she chose that moment to look over his shoulder and focus hard on the little dipper that was just beginning to appear in the sky. What as a way of distraction? That would be Sora’s guess. "I'm sure you know that, from the tiny bit you spied from my diary. How- how could I not like you when we've been best friends for so long? But if you don't feel the same way-"

And here, Sora could only begin humming a song he was writing in his head to go with this perfect moment going on. It was very Eric of him, Sora thought, but he wouldn’t complain in the slightest. Because Kairi loving him was monumental in and of itself... but it felt good to know that she loved him for him, and not because she thought she owed him for sacrificing himself for her!

So, Sora stroked Kairi's hair once and even kissed a strand of it, as he leaned his cheek against her own.

“I love you too, Kairi. I always have. …And that’s why I stabbed myself with the Keyblade of People’s Hearts, and will never regret it or anything I do for you. …And I’m sorry I’ve made you think differently by how I’ve reacted lately. I guess we both had our own insecurities to get over, huh? Hehe. But I swear I’m going to show you how special you are to me, Kairi. Starting with telling you that you should bring your red hair back? But, hey. If you’ve decided you want black in it too, that’s also cool.”

Kairi giggled at Sora’s rambling—a sound that was like music to his ears—and his knees buckled at for how he was probably failing here… but Kairi was swift to rise him up again, both figuratively and literally.

“Then let’s be a couple together, Sora. I guess that’s all there is to it. And I also think us helping each other believe in ourselves more is a good idea… Like me believing I don’t have to be Supergirl to keep your attention. In fact… do you think you could carry all the coconut milk I bought home for me? It’s kind of heavy for me, to be honest.”

Now it was Sora’s turn to laugh. And he kissed Kairi’s head before adhering to her request. “Of course, princess!” And he moved to pick up the bags… but soon after, the two of them decided to compromise and each hold one half of the bag as they walked back to Kairi’s home.

Then, Sora and Kairi made cookies (with the coconut milk) for the first time together as boyfriend and girlfriend as a get well present for Kairi’s mother. But they snacked on a few themselves, of course.

All-in-all, it was the perfect everything.

[moneymingyu]

Like in The Movies

summary: in which hoshi watches way too many romance movies and has too many friends who like to watch him suffer.

word count: 2.7k words

pairing: nonidol!hoshi x reader

genre: fluff, comedy

a/n: not very proof read bc i’m super exhausted and my eyes are barely opened atm.

master list

Hoshi has always had this romanticized version of himself playing in the back of his mind.

The cool dude next to the jukebox with a leather jacket who flips a coin then plays the soundtrack to his life. The guy who you spill coffee all over in a Seattle coffee shop then exchange numbers as a form of an apology. The best friend you ask to fake date before realizing he’s been the one for you since day one. The enemy to lover, the boy next door, the childhood best friend you reunite with after years of separation. He partly blames it on all of the movies he watched growing up. A guilty pleasure of his has always been romance movies that he’d watch deep into the night when everything was still and calm. His favorites were the kinds that had him struggling to keep his hiccup at bay, the kinds that made him cry so hard that he’d wake up the next day with swollen eyes and a headache.

“Aren’t you tired of these movies?” Jihoon, his long time best friend and roommate, would ask.

“Never,” Hoshi would reply, unashamed.

He’s seen them all. The Notebook, More Than Blue, The Names of Love, Love Actually. Hoshi can quote them line by line with the same blocking. His friends think it’s impressive but Jihoon is tired of walking into the kitchen at 2AM just to see a Broadway musical in place.

So you’d think that somebody who is basically a book smart Romeo would have a better dating history but...Not Hoshi.

Look. It’s not Hoshi’s fault he’s so awkward. He didn’t ask for the lonely life! The lonely life chose him! So what if romance movies are the only way that he can feel butterflies in his stomach. Whose business is it other than his own?

“Hey Hosh! Remember that time freshman year your crush asked you to the spring fling and you responded by doing a tiger growl at them?”

“Oh my god, I almost forgot about that!” Jun covers his face, bursting into giggles at Jihoon’s trip down memory lane. “He got called a furry for the rest of the year!”

“Oh yeah? And who sat and ate lunch with said furry for the rest of the year?” Hoshi crosses his arms. “Till the day, you’re still eating lunch with the said furry!” A few head turn their way, giving the table an incredulous look. Hoshi sinks in his chair, silently wishing that the floor open and swallow him hole.

“Well maybe that’s because said furry is paying today,” Wonwoo smirks, swiping a fry from Hoshi’s plate.

“Aw, not you too!” Hoshi pouts. “Wonwoo, I put all my faith into you and this is what I get? Slander like a salamander?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jun (who, in Hoshi’s opinion, has said way more questionable things) asks with raised eyebrows.

“Nevermind. It sounded better in my head.” Hoshi sighs, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“C’mon Hoshi,” Wonwoo leans his head on his shoulder. “You know I was kidding. I would sit with you even if you were a real furry.”

“Can we stop talking about furries?!”

“Yo. What do you got against furries? We don’t kink shame around here.”

“Jun, if you say one more thing, I’m going to do an eagle screech right here.”

“That’s not really helping with the furry situation,” Jun mumbles under his breath.

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest in new friends for the sake of his sanity.

-

“I’m sure somebody likes you, Soon!” Seungkwan offers. “What about the dance studio? Lots of potential there,” he shimmies his shoulders while Dokyeom nudged him from the other side of the couch.

These are his people, he thinks as they watch My Sassy Girl for the tenth time this week.

“He’s right! You’re always a ball of confidence there! Why not try to pick somebody up? Oh!” Dokyeom looks like a lightbulb has gone off inside his head. “What about the receptionist? They’re cute! I heard they’re single too and with Valentine’s Day coming up-“

“Dokyeom! Don’t talk about the V word!”

“Virginity?”

“The other V-word!”

“V-vagi-“

“VALENTINES DAY!” Seungkwan smacks his hand over his mouth like the saying had seared his tongue.

“Oh my god, Valentine’s Day is coming up!” Hoshi whines, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his face in them. “I’m going to be alone again!”

“Hey! You always spend Valentine’s Day with us!” Dokyeom frowns.

“We’re going to be alone again!” he moans out.

Seungkwan scoffs. “Speak for yourself. I have a date.”

This causes Soonyoung’s head to snap up. “Huh? A date?” Seungkwan nods, crossing his arms and turning his nose up. “Ah, c’mon! Who is it! You know you wanna tell us!”

“I would tell you if I knew who it was,” Seungkwan sighs, falling back into the couch. “Vernon and Dino set me up on a blind date. Wait? Should I ask them to set you up on one too? You know, Dino’s really good at using Tinder. He made me a profile and then swiped with matches for me and now I’m going on a blind date! Wait, should me and Dokyeom make you one? Quick Dokyeom, what would be the anthem to Hoshi’s life?”

Hoshi gawks at how quick his friends are to move. Seungkwan already has the dating app open while Dokyeom searches up the Les Misérable soundtrack. “Can you guys not?” Hoshi frowns.

But it’s too late. His words are unheard as Dokyeom starts to belt out the words to “Do You Hear the People Sing?” all while Seungkwan is editing pictures of Hoshi for his profile picture.

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest in new friends for the sake of his sanity.

-

“Thanks for inviting me out, Joshua! I needed some new shoes.”

Joshua is one of the sanest people Hoshi knows. Hoshi thinks it’s because he’s from LA and the people from LA in all the movies he’s watched are super carefree and accepting.

“Don’t mention it,” Joshua smiles while shoving his feet into a pair of slides. “Jeonghan broke my slides yesterday while taking out the trash and tried to pin it on Kkuma. Seungcheol then lectured us for two hours about how we shouldn’t blame things on his daughter then made Jeonghan transfer me the money.”

“Isn’t Kkuma a dog?..” Hoshi smiles from the bench across from him.

“You know Cheol,” Joshua chuckles. “Actually, I also invited you out because I have to ask you a favor! You can object, of course, and I won’t be mad.” Hoshi nods, signaling the older to go on. “Well, actually...The three of us are going away for the weekend. And we usually ask Mingyu and Myungho to watch Kkuma when we’re gone but Myungho has this giant art exhibition and Mingyu’s working double shifts at his bakery so-“ he shrugs. “I think you know where I’m going with this. Could you dog sit Kkuma for us? I’m sure Jihoon will be fine with it. But if you have plans for the Valentine’s Day weekend-“

“No!” Hoshi sighs in relief. “Please give me Kkuma. I’m begging at this point!” Joshua laughs, nodding his head. “You really saved my ass, hyung. The guys are trying to set me up on a blind date but I checked out Seungkwan’s phone while he was in the bathroom and none of them were my type.”

“Consider it a deal,” Joshua smiles, reaching across and ruffling his hair. “Knew I could count on you, Soonie.” Hoshi smiles. He’s so glad to have a friend like Joshua. He really keeps his sanity in tact.

-

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest new friends for the sake of his sanity.

Kkuma has been barking nonstop all night, whining and crying and even peed in Hoshi’s brand new pair of shoes.

Hoshi doesn’t even know why Kkuma hates him so much but the dog’s antics are enough to have Jihoon packing up and telling him he’ll be back Monday afternoon before leaving to Jun and Wonwoo’s apartment. To make matters worse, Joshua told Hoshi that their trip was technology free so that they could “become spiritually woke.” So any hopes of calling for advice is hopeless.

Hoshi doesn’t understand why Kkuma hates him. He’s a very likeable guy, in his opinion. Bobpul (Mingyu’s dog) would never treat him like this.

“Kkuma, please!” he whines. “I’m standing up a date for this! Please spare me some mercy!” he cries out. The dog jumps up and barks repeatedly. He rubs his eyes over his face. “I don’t understand how something so tiny can make so much noise!”

He rubs his temples. “Okay. If I were Seungcheol, what would I do? Think like Seungcheol. What would Seungcheol do?” Hoshi pouts his lips, puffs out his chest and lowers his voice. “Yah! Kim Mingyu! Watch where you’re walking!” he imitates him from the thousands of times the group has hung out.

He holds the position for a couple of seconds before deflating. “I can’t even hear myself think!” he groans over the barking. “You haven’t even slept yet! Aren’t you tired?” Suddenly an idea pops into his mind.

“I know! Let’s go to the park! Maybe that’ll tire you out! Would you like that? Let’s go!” And they’re off within ten minutes.

It’s a nice day out, thankfully. Warm but not too hot. And though Kkuma is jumping with joy to be at the park, Hoshi thinks he’d rather be at home listening to the dog’s endless whining when he sees the grassy area is packed with couples having a picnic.

He can’t hate, honestly. Picnics are cliché and Hoshi is all for clichés. But it does remind him that today is Valentine’s day and he’s the only one here without somebody to hold hands with.

“Kkuma, you’ll be my Valentine. Right?” he asks as he unclips her leash. But sadly, the dog has other plans as she runs off to play with another dog.

He sighs, plopping down in the grass and picking at the blades. He can’t believe that Kkuma ditched him. After Hoshi bought a new frisbee just for them to play with! He’s deeply offended and will not let Seungcheol live it down when he comes back.

He gives up trying to braid the grass and leans back on his hands, watching the other couples and making up stories about them in their head. He guesses how they met, what their plans are for the day and almost plays it out like a movie in his head.

He’s contemplating becoming a director but then decides that’s too hard and decides maybe he should try writing fanfiction on Archive of Our Own. He’s already picking out his favorite ships from Monsta X when he suddenly hears a shriek from behind him.

“Oh no!” the person whines. “I can’t believe I stepped in dog-“

“Shit!” Hoshi pops up as he sees Kkuma standing at the sidewalk. He sees the disgruntled look on your face then looks down at Kkmua, who looks the happiest she’s been since Hoshi got her. “Hi!” he says rather worriedly. “I’m so sorry! This is my fault! I wasn’t watching Kkuma and to be honest, this dog kind of hates me but here!” He shoves a packet of tissues he had in his back pocket into your hands. “You can have these! Wait I think I have wet wipes in my bag. Just give me a second and,” he drops to his knees, fumbling with his backpack, “Kkuma is just a baby but I promise she’s not usually like this! She’s so well behaved but I think she has some kind of hidden agenda against me because her dad took me out to eat pork belly the other week. Oh! Here they are! Here, do you want me to wipe it off for you? I don’t mind! It’s my fault and plus, I’ve been picking up Kkuma’s dog poop all day. For somebody so small, she sure does poop a lot! And-“ Hoshi suddenly freezes, a heat rising up from the back of his neck onto his cheeks and into his ears.

Seriously?! he thinks. You seriously went on a rant about dog poop! Just when I thought I had some hope in you, Soonyoung, you prove me wrong again! You’re gonna die alone! You hear me? ALONE!

Hoshi slowly brings himself up from his kneeling position. “I mean...” he awkwardly laughs. And to his surprise, you laugh back. But not in a mocking way like people usually do. You seem genuinely amused by his rant.

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m over it,” you giggle. “I just have to be dramatic about it first.” Hoshi nods slowly, too scared to say anything else. “My names YN.”

“Soonyoung,” he bows slightly. “But my friends call me Hoshi.”

“Oh! Like tiger gaze?” you ask, making claws at him for emphasis.

“Oh! Uh! Exactly, actually!” he grins.

You nod. “I think I’ve heard of you actually,” you explain. “My friend works at Seventeen Dance Company and he’s always talking about his funny friend Hoshi.”

“Oh? Who’s your friend? I must know them!”

“It’s Minghao,” you reply. “I was actually on my way to his art exhibition.” Hoshi nods his head, understanding. “Were you not going to go?”

“Myungho doesn’t like when our friend group goes to his art exhibitions. We got fired after Mingyu had one too many drinks and started to strip talking about some ‘life imitates art’ while standing next to a bust.” His face flushes an even deeper red. “I’m sorry! I don’t know when to shut up sometimes. I’m not good at this.”

You shrug, “I’m having fun.”

“Really?” Hoshi gasps.

You nod. “Yeah. Now c’mon, give me those wet wipes. You’re gonna come with me to Hao’s event. He told me I can bring a plus one and the venue is pet friendly!”

-

“And that’d how I met YN!” Hoshi grins at the round table of his friends.

“I can’t believe romance movie enthusiast met the person of his dreams over dog poop,” Jeonghan scoffs. “I’m taking full credit for this relationship, by the way. I call best man at the wedding.”

“What? Why do you get credit?!” Seungkwan rebuttals.

“Because the weekend get away was my idea,” he smirks.

“Yeah well Kkuma is my dog so I should be the best man!” Seungcheol argues.

“Hold up. If it weren’t for me and Seungkwan making Hoshi a tinder, who knows what would’ve happened this weekend while he was avoiding us,” Dokyeom points outs out, crossing his arms.

“But Vernon and I were the ones who taught Seungkwan how to even use tinder!” Dino retorts.

Jun scoffs, “You guys wouldn’t even know what tinder was if it weren’t for me and Wonwoo.”

“But I’m his roommate so I get automatic best man rights,” Jihoon says.

“Yeah but YN is my friend and she was heading to my exhibition so by default, I’m going to be the best man because I didn’t even kick Hoshi out when he showed up.”

“Yeah, still offended,” Mingyu rolls his eyes. “How many times do I have to say sorry until you accept my apology?!”

“Until I’m not known as the artist who had a quote unquote ‘model’ take his clothes off in the middle of my show so that I could prove that life can imitate art!”

Hoshi shakes his head and laughs as the argument wages on with you tucked under his chin.

“Are they always like that?” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah but...I don’t think I’d trade them for the world,” Hoshi replies, smiling.

It’s right then and there that Hoshi decides that he has all the friends that he needs and for the sake of his sanity, he will have to keep them. They did, after all, lead them to you.

[svtxsoju]

00. prologue | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is!  ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Pairings TBA!  ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, mentions of sex, language, bad jokes ღ Word Count: 2.6k words ღ Binu’s Note: hi to anyone who is reading this!!! i’m super excited (and kinda nervous :0) to post this bc i’ve been working on this project for a while now. aaaa i hope there are at least some people who can enjoy it! this is a relatively short-ish chapter but it’s p dense with exposition lol but anyway if ur reading this, thank you i love you!!! 

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Introducing The Front ’s New Romance Advice Columnist: Miss Soju! 

We all have an ideal: an ideal type, an ideal first date, an ideal relationship. The problem is love isn’t ideal at all. And sooner or later, we find ourselves sitting on that plastic chair in that tent on the side of the road with an ache in our chest. You’re hurt, confused, and kind of going crazy-- all the tell-tale symptoms of heartbreak are there. And the only cure? Soju, of course! 

Finding a decent partner and maintaining a healthy, sustainable relationship is difficult enough as it is. Then layer it with the culture shock of university, where you’re experiencing actual adulthood for the first time without mommy and daddy to hold your hand. It’s enough to make anyone lose their minds! Sure, you could always turn to your friends for support and advice, but in all honesty, they’re even more of a mess than you are. 

That’s why Mansae University’s affiliate newspaper, The Front, will be reviving our romance advice column this fall! Each week, Miss Soju will be answering all your burning questions, and that means all of them. Her expertise touches on topics as simple as explaining to that one guy that your love is fated because you passed each other at Yuhaeng Quad, like three times, and extends to more extreme situations that require an anonymous veil, like how to confess to your new boyfriend with the furry fetish that you’ve been severely allergic to animals since you were three and you have no idea how any animals act, let alone… Yikes. 

It’s true, college is full of new and bizarre experiences, some we must go through and some we’d much rather avoid. Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet the love of your life here. But it’s okay to admit that you need a little guidance through the mystical and confusing world of college dating. Miss Soju has got your back, and she’s not afraid to hit you with that real shit. As she always says, good advice is like taking a shot: sweet on the lips but burns your throat as you swallow it down. 

Monday, June 3rd, 2019 3:07PM

“Jihoon, I don’t know if I can do this.” 

Name: So Joohyun. Major: Journalism major with a minor in communications. Estimated graduation year: 2021. Desired position: World News Journalism Intern. That was what she had put on her application for The Front’s junior internship program. She had made sure to attach her published articles and to emphasize her interest in-- no, her passion for-- reporting compelling stories on an international scale. Not once in her application did she indicate that she was an expert in love or sex, let alone qualified to give others advice on the subjects! In fact, she was probably the least qualified person on campus for this position, which was probably the most perplexing aspect of the whole situation. 

But despite all of that, there she was, sitting in Yuhaeng Quad with her best friend, reading the promo piece she had written for Miss Soju. Jihoon had been ecstatic when he had thought of the nickname back in high school. She had snuck bottles of the alcohol over to his house one night after finals week, and he had drunkenly claimed that the name was doubly clever since So-ju were also the first two syllables in her name. When the newspaper had told her she needed an anonymous pen name, it was the only thing she could think of, mostly because creating a secret identity had made her in desperate need of a drink. She changed her mind. Having a secret identity was equally as perplexing as pretending to know how to spice up people’s sex lives. It was like she was some kind of Love Spiderman. She was not ready for that kind of great power or the great responsibility that came with it!

“‘I don’t know if I can do this’?” Jihoon repeated her words slowly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say those words in that order. Can I take your picture? I need to commemorate this moment.” 

“Can’t you see that I am having a crisis?” she whined. “The integrity of my career is on the line because I’ve never bothered to go on a date!” 

“When are you not having a crisis?” Jihoon laughed. He sat up from lying down on their picnic tarp to give her full view of his smug grin. Originally, he had dragged Joohyun outside in hopes that the perfect summer weather would help relieve some of her stress from the past week. He even found her favorite spot under the shade of an ancient tree that overlooked the stretch of green field. But Jihoon could not call himself a proper best friend if he passed on an opportunity to rub all of this in her face. “This is what you get for chickening out on all our group blind dates! I could have scored that hot bassist girl with the thigh tattoo, but nooo, you always had to put your career first.” 

“Sue me for having priorities!” she huffed. Leave it to Jihoon to chalk this all up to karma. Now that he mentioned it though, she couldn’t help but feel like a higher power was taking a piss on her life. Or maybe it was just the shit-eating smile on Jihoon’s face that had her on edge. Joohyun tried to avert her focus to a couple of boys tossing a frisbee around instead, but somehow that irked her too. The idyllic weather, the carefree students, everything that was pleasant seemed to mock her sour mood. She pouted at the ground in defeat, and continued, “You are the first person to know that if I was told that dating and fucking around were going to be crucial to my journey to becoming South Korea’s top journalist by the time I turn 25, I would have become a hoe long ago.” 

“Woah, are you gonna start your thot phase for this? Are we gonna have a hot girl summer?” The boy began to bounce excitedly. Joohyun felt it was high time to give him the finger, but she also felt a small smile tugging at her frown. “Easier said than done, though. Remember Jessi from high school?”

“Yeah I remember,” she said with a sigh. High school romance had lured so many of her friends into its clutches, with its enticing promises of sweet chocolates and stuffed animals, and she had helplessly watched from the top of the class as they forsook their grades for boys who didn’t even know what deodorant was. She only shuddered to think of the state of their grades after a nasty break up. It was then that Joohyun had decided that her future was not worth risking over a boy’s attention. “Which is exactly why I never got involved in all that mess in the first place.”

“This must be the gods telling you that it’s time to.”

“What kind of fucked up god sets up a virgin as a love advice columnist?” she asked the sky loudly. If she had known there was anyone listening, she would have insisted that her question was rhetorical and was not in need of any type of response! However, the gods cared not for grammar technicalities on the mortal plane. They just couldn’t resist the chance to respond to someone so openly questioning their decisions with some good ol’ spite. Honestly, with the way things were going for her lately, Joohyun probably should have expected the frisbee flying merrily towards her face, even if she hadn’t just challenge the universe. 

“Oh fuck!” Joohyun jerked out of the way and felt the frisbee thunk against her shoulder instead. “Ow.” At this point, she didn’t even have the capacity to be annoyed; she just braced herself for whatever misfortune life threw at her next. 

“Sorry about that!” A boy called out, jogging up to them. As he came into clearer view, she noted that he looked far from misfortunate, and also had to remind herself that staring was rude even if someone was unnaturally handsome. His features were soft yet striking, like he had been carefully sculpted from cotton candy. Or maybe a fluffy rain cloud? Joohyun shook her head a little as if that would get her to stop staring so shamelessly. She speculated whether it was the sun that made it look like his blond hair was a glowing halo. Okay seriously, stop staring! He gave Joohyun a sweet smile when he reached them. “My friend got a bit distracted. Now that I’m here, I can’t say that I blame him. Hope we didn’t do too much damage!” 

“Uh,” was her captivating reply.  

Jihoon, never one to miss such a ripe opportunity, piped up beside her. “She’ll be fine. This is Joohyun, by the way.” 

His smile widened at Woozi’s introduction, and Joohyun could swear there was an actual twinkle in his eyes. “Nice to meet you both. I’m--”

“Yoon Jeonghan!” They all looked towards the call. The ethereal boy let out a startlingly loud cackle at the sight of his friend, who gave the two strangers a sheepish wave before continuing to gesture for Jeonghan to return. Joohyun must have been put in a staring mood, because she didn’t miss how his friend’s big ears were a shade of pink and how they bloomed into a cherry red when they briefly made eye contact. She caught herself wondering if all the boys at Mansae University were always this cute. 

“I guess I better go,” the boy named Jeonghan shrugged. Joohyun felt his fingers brush against hers when he took the frisbee from her hand, his eyes glinting mischievously. Now she was sure she was seeing things. “See you two around!” 

They both watched him retreat in an awestruck silence. That was certainly… unanticipated. Even long after Jeonghan and his friend were out of sight, the brief encounter left a blanket of fogginess lingering over them. Had she not felt his fingers on hers, Joohyun would have easily believed that it had all been in her head. At the same time, she was pretty sure that she wasn’t bold enough to conjure up someone that looked like that on her own. As she continued to fathom how a human being could glow, Joohyun felt the fog dissipate into the warm summer air. She felt like she was waking up from a disorienting dream, and she blinked to hasten the process. To her growing bewilderment, she found that her heartbeat was steady as she came back to her senses, her mind seemingly devoid of the panic and doubt that had plagued her all week. It was a gasp of fresh air. 

Jihoon, on the other hand, had long broken free from the strong impression that the blond boy made. He noted the dazed look on his best friend’s face and rolled his eyes. Who knew that a pretty boy was all it took to make her shut up a bit? He nudged Joohyun impatiently, so that she could pay attention to him while he roasted her for totally flubbing her chances.  “You thinking of risking it all for that guy?” 

In an instant, Joohyun slammed herself back into reality just to shove Jihoon away from her. “That is so not happening,” she said a little too indignantly. Before Jihoon could reassure her that the guy seemed interested enough even though she had only said a single syllable to him, Joohyun suddenly turned to him very seriously. “Do you really think I  can do it, Jihoon?” 

“What, bang that guy? I can try calling him back here if you want,” he snickered. 

“You know what I mean!”  

“Okay sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Jihoon replied, his grin now melting into a familiar smile, the one that could put her at ease on her lowest days. “I just don’t know why you have to ask. You and I both know that you kick ass at writing. You’ve written about stuff like natural disasters and the student protests, no problem at all. It’s not like you have a PhD in environmental science or politics. How is this any different? ”

Joohyun scrunched her face as if Jihoon had just suggested that chocolate milk came from brown cows. “Dude, they’re completely different. Those articles were reporting on facts. I did research, I conducted interviews!” 

“That’s what I’m saying, Joo!” Jihoon exclaimed suddenly. As smart as she was, he couldn’t help getting a little giddy whenever he thought of a good idea before her. “Why not treat Miss Soju like any other of your other projects? I mean, love is probably one of the most well-documented experiences throughout history, and people are still going through all the same shit. There’s probably thousands of resources for a man simping on a hot chick alone. You can even take your pick, like movies, songs, books, weird couples on Youtube?You don’t need to have experience, because you can just do the research! ” 

“Research?” Joohyun repeated. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was doing the work. From the moment she had decided to become a journalist, everything she had done was a strategic move to get her closer to her end goal. She had spent sleepless nights perfecting the details of her writing, countless hours reading through endless archives of old articles. Hell, she even restricted herself from dating for years just so she could focus on keep her grades up. It was almost too easy of a solution. Maybe she was meant to do this after all.

 Another couple of months of research would simply be another hurdle on her way to the finish line and she was getting closer and closer. Finally, she felt a smile spread across her cheeks, a real, genuine smile. “I… I can do that.” 

“Now that,” Jihoon said as he took her hand in his, pulling her up to her feet, “sounds like So Joohyun. Or should I say Miss Soju?” 

She laughed as she dusted the grass off of her butt. “You know, it’s probably not a good idea to include the first part of my name in my anonymous persona. It makes it so obvious that it’s me.”

“Yeah, I mean it would be obvious if people actually knew who you were in the first place,” Jihoon scoffed, narrowly dodging a kick from her. “That’s a good thing for you! Anyway, let’s get out of here, I have a couple of tweaks to make to my song before releasing it tonight. Could you listen to it by the way? I need to know if it’s too cheesy.” 

“Oh, the song you’re writing about your mystery muse?” Joohyun hummed playfully while packing up their blanket. She followed after her best friend as he began the short climb uphill. “I don’t know if I want to, you’ve been pretty out of pocket today.”

“Hey!” he said defensively. “First: I don’t need a muse for my songs, I just have a very vivid imagination and my talent does the rest. Second: I literally just stopped you from giving up on your lifelong dream of becoming a journalist, so I think you owe me one. You’re just jealous I can write love songs without having an existential crisis.” 

“See, that is what I mean by out of pocket,” she paused for a beat. “I may be willing to listen to your song. For a small price, of course.”

“Okay, deal,” he agreed without hesitation, missing the way Joohyun deviously smirked beside him. They reached the concrete pavement at top of the hill and headed in the direction of his nearby apartment. “What is it this time, Ms. So?” 

“Well Mr. Lee, thanks to your lovely suggestion earlier, I have been inspired to begin work immediately. So we shall be watching Twilight on movie night,” she said all too gleefully, mostly for satisfaction that Jihoon’s twisted face of disgust gave her. 

“Do we have to?” he groaned.

 “It’s for my research!”

[whereisten]

Gentle Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 Intro | Part 6 (End)

Summary: After a night of running from a wild animal, you meet Johnny, the owner of the conservatory greenhouse you accidentally broke into. Johnny is kind and sweet—a little too sweet.

Genre and Warnings: LOTS of smut (rough sex, dirty talk, oral (male and female),thigh riding, over stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex, impregnation kink), angst, horror, fluff, violence, profanity, mentions of murder, death, blood, manipulation, abortion mention, infertility mention

Word Count: 12K

(a/n: a LOT goes down in this chapter, more smut is in this one than others, and two new characters are introduced. but please do not read if you are sensitive to mentions of infertility and abortion.other than that, im happy i finally got to update this, hope you enjoy!)

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The sun was incredibly big and bright above your two bodies. The heat gripped your skin, but Johnny still pulled your body close to his. You were laying on the softest quilt that covered the green grass below you. Johnny leaned over you and took your face in his hands to kiss your red lips. It was a deep kiss, one filled with so much passion and fire, you felt your body might out-heat the sun itself.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bent your knee so that he’d rest on you while still exploring your mouth with his soft tongue.

You felt his broad chest on yours and the two heartbeats that always caught your attention.

He placed wet kisses along your jaw and neck to cool you down, but you wanted more.

You moaned quietly and ran your hands down his back, stopping at his waist and wrapping your fingers in the belt loop of his jeans.

You pulled him down towards you as he groaned, kissing your collar bone and pressing his thumbs into the soft skin on the sides of your breasts. You whined with a little more volume as the feeling of his large hands on your body and the way he was fixed between your legs made you lightheaded. You ran a hand through his hair and pushed your body up towards his, anxious for more.

He pulled away from you, making you open your eyes and furrow your brows. He licked his lips and tried to breathe steadily as he looked down at your swollen lips and glistening skin. “What’s wrong?” You rubbed his arms and wished he’d go back to kissing you with his plump lips. His honey brown eyes twinkled in the sunlight making you smile. He was beautiful and unlike anything your ever seen. He smiled. “There’s like..twenty kids running around, baby, we can’t do this here.” You bit your lips and looked at his. “We could, then we could go to jail together.” He laughed and laid down beside you. “What am I gonna do with you?” You raised your head in a propped elbow and ran your fingers down his chest lightly, knowing that the soft touch drove him crazy. “Mmmm..you can do whatever you want with me.” He laughed again. “Let’s get through this picnic first.. I’m actually kinda hungry.” You sat up and grabbed the wicker box filled with fruits and sandwiches. “Here, my king.” You said with an old British accent while taking a strawberry out of a container and putting it to his mouth.

Johnny smiled and went to take a bite of it but you withdrew your hand. He scoffed. “Hey!”

“You gotta work for it.” You winked. He sat up and tried to take a bite again but you swerved his face and laughed. “Too slow!” He stuck a tongue in his cheek. “Come here.” He took you in his large arms and hugged you tight so you couldn’t hold the strawberry away from him again. He squeezed lightly. “Okay, here! You’re crushing me Thor.” You were being dramatic, but you loved feeling his arms around you. He pecked your lips after chewing the strawberry. “I love you.” You put his forehead against his. “I love you too.” Johnny was everything you could ask for. He was caring and sweet, and made love to you gently.

It’s been six months since you started dating and you were so happy together. You started working at the bar again after everything happened but still had time to help out at his conservatory. Johnny was so gentle with you that he chose not to make love to you on the nights when there was a full moon and his werewolf aggressiveness kicked in for the nights surrounding it. He was scared that he’d hurt you, but sometimes you wanted the gentle giant to be rough. 

A part of you wanted to see that side. You felt that was the only way that you’d get to know more about him. “What’s on your mind, baby?” Johnny rubbed your back while you ate an apple. “There’s...a full moon tonight.” You looked up with large eyes, the typical face you made when you wanted something. Johnny shook his head. “Don’t give time the puss in boots eyes.” You pouted. “Johnny, I can handle it! Let me love you, all of you.” He looked away. “I can’t do that to you, I don’t know how bad I’ll get.” You ran your fingers down his arm while he fiddled with his thumbs. He was watching the loud kids as they threw a frisbee back and forth. “You’re not gonna hurt me, I trust you.” He turned to you. “What do you think about kids?” Your eyes widened but you shrugged your shoulders. “They’re cute. I guess.” He laughed. “No, I mean, what do you think about having kids some day...with me?” You smiled, crinkling your eyes and looking into his. You loved him, you really did. And while you weren’t sure about having kids so soon, you did want that life with him. You were completely head over heels. “Of course, Johnny.” He smiled and held your hand. “I love you.” “Now, back to my other, question..” you started. “Uhhh..I gotta go.” Johnny started to stand up but you laughed and held his arm. ————— You spent most of your nights with Johnny, but he asked you to stay in your apartment on the nights near and on the full moon. But tonight you had a plan. The sun set and Johnny was driving you back to your place, but before he could make the exit on the highway, you rubbed a hand along his jeans. “Johnny...” you said, his name barely leaving your mouth in a breathy tone. “Yes, baby?” He asked, completely oblivious to your intentions. “You’re always on my mind..” you continued to move your hand, applying a bit more pressure. “I just wanna feel you all the time..see your face when you love me..hear your grunts..” Johnny chuckled. “I know where you’re going with this, but I’m taking you to your apartment, you needy girl.” “Come on, baby, don’t you wanna touch me?” There had to be something that would make him want to make love to you tonight. You just had to push the right buttons. You leaned closer to his ear.

“Don’t you want to cum deep inside me? Fill me with so much cum that I get pregnant?” Your hand now ghosted over his crotch. His hand tightened around the steering wheel.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

Bingo. “Just picture me, all round and breasts swollen as I walk around carrying your child.” You took his hand and out it to your boob so he could squeeze it lightly. “God, you’re good.” Johnny shook his head and shifted in his seat. “Can I?” You looked at him through round, dark eyes again, licking your lips as you looked down at his growing erection against his jeans. “Yes.” He nodded, eyes still focused on the road. You zipped his zipper down and palmed his dick through his briefs. “Do you like this, baby? I want you so bad..” You breathed into his neck before kissing it.

“I’m so wet..just thinking about you pounding into me, cumming inside me until it drips out of my mouth.” He leaned his head back into the head rest and swallowed hard. You pushed his underwear down, your mouth watered at the sight of his long cock spring up.

You wrap your hand around it and pump up and down the shaft, licking your lips at the sight of the pink and swollen tip. “It’s so big, baby, I don’t know how I fit all of you in every time.” You knew he loved it when you talked about how big he was. You used your fingers to collect the pre cum that leaked onto his shaft, and put it to your lips. Johnny breathed heavily and looked at you while licked your finger tips before putting them in your mouth. “You’re such a bad girl..” Johnny’s voice was low but broken..he was trying hard to hold himself back. “Mmmm..and what are you gonna do about it? I need to be taught a lesson right?” You let go of his length and unbuckled your seatbelt. “I wanted to wait until we got home, but I have to taste you right now.” You bent your knees and leaned over his lap. You kissed his tip. “Shit, baby, I’m—“ he started but you wrapped your lips around his tip and stuck your tongue out to lick it. You pulled up from you, a pop filling the air in the hot car. “Come on, baby, drive like you normally do. I wanna make you feel good.” You pursed your lips and gave his tip small pecks. You put his tip in between your lips again and let some of your saliva fall onto it, pulling away and looking up at him as a string fell down your chin. “Look at me, baby.” He glanced down at you quickly, then looked back at the road. “F-fuck, I love it when you do that.” You lowered your head and went back to his tip, sucking it as you slid down the top of his dick. You covered the base of his dick with your hand while you licked circles around the top part. He shifted in his seat, slowly going crazy from your kitten licks. You flattened your tongue against him, humming so he’d feel the tingly vibration. You picked your body up and angled it differently so you could take his entire length in your throat. You lowered your head again and swallowed him whole. He moaned and jerked his leg, accidentally pressing the gas too hard. “Shit.” He quickly let go of the pedal and put a hand in your hair. You bobbed your head up and down, loving the feeling of his fingers intertwining your locks and the breathy moans that left his mouth. He bit his lips as you deep throated him, his hard dick hit your tonsils and the back of your throat repeatedly as you pushed your head down voluntarily. He didn’t have to force you down or fuck into your mouth. 

It took a lot of Will power to feel the pain in your throat, but you wanted to make him feel good. You felt your legs grow weak eight he growing wetness between your legs. You gagged and felt the spazzing of your throat around him. He cursed louder and gripped your head, you knew he was close. You hallowed your cheeks and pulled your head up so you could kiss his tip again while also giving your throat a break. You rubbed his tip against the soft inside of your cheek and moaned . “Oh, fuck, y/n. I’m so close.” You licked his shaft again before lowering your head onto him and taking him in again. You circled your tongue around him and gagged again. You bobbed your head up and down a few more times before Johnny let out a throaty groan. “I can’t take it anymore.” He pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park, putting his hazard lights on so he could focus on you. He thrusted into your throat and gripped your hair harder while you made gagging sounds. You struggled to breathe and felt your throat become raw from his thrusts.

“Oh, fuck, I love you.” He moaned and they his head back into the head rest, drinking not eh sounds of you choking him down. He thrusted into you a few more times before pulling you off of him.

“Let me see your pretty face, baby, look at me.” He stroked his cock while you watched his focused eyes and played with his balls, licking your fingers then rubbing the saliva over them and squeezing them lightly. He stared into your teary eyes Nd swollen lips, and reached his climax. His cum shot up from his now red tip and onto you cheek and lips.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” You licked your lips before you opened your mouth and laid out your tongue so he’d cum on it. Johnny grunted and moved his hand faster as he let everything out and onto your face. His forehead sweaty and his lips in between his teeth before he finally slowed his movements. He closed his eyes and leaned back, his broad chest moving up and down rapidly. You tucked his member back into his underwear and zipped his jeans up while he focused on breathing normally so he could drive again. You sat up in your seat and got a few napkins from his glove box. You wiped your face and sat back in the seat. He finally opened his eyes and looked back at you. “We missed the exit..” You winked. “guess that means we’ll be going to your place.” You gave him a sly smile as he blushed and shook his head. “Be careful what you wish for.” Johnny said as he turned the hazard lights off and drove back onto the highway. ———— When you finally got to his place, your hands were all over each other. He kissed you at the bottom of the stairs and all the way to the top. He picked you up as he sat at the edge of the bed. You took his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Your legs were open as you sat in his lap. He cupped your ass and squeezed it while you grounded against him. He lowered the straps of your dress and kissed your breasts, making you moan out his name. “You’ve been such a bad girl..” he whispered against your chest, his hands on your back, zipping down you dress slowly. “Sucking me off while I drive..making me miss the exit.” You whimpered as he sucked your skin heard between his teeth. “You should fuck me hard and make me regret what I’ve done.” He pulled back. “You naughty girl, what do you want me to do?” “Fill me with your cock..” you looked down with dark eyes and took his hand. “But down here this time.” He pressed his fingers into your wet underwear and onto your folds. “You’re all I can think about, fuck me hard and crazy this time.” You said before a whimper left your lips. He looked at your lips while you took your dress over your head. You then unhooked your bra and fondled your breasts while still on his lap. “God, look at you, my little whore.” Johnny whispered into your neck. You opened your eyes and smirked. He never called you names, so you were surprised to hear him call you this. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back harshly and looked down at you. 

His eyes were different now, his animalistic side was slowly creeping out. He ran two fingers against your folds slowly while he talked to you.

“Do you think you deserve my cock?” Johnny practically growled then gave your ass a hard slap. You moaned and nodded, but he gripped your hair even harder. “Let’s see how good you ride me first.” He moved the thin and drenched fabric covering your opening and put you on his his thigh. His muscular thighs always drew your attention. You winced at the feeling of the rough jeans against your core. He placed both hands on your waist and moved you towards him. “Come on, slut, use my thigh and fuck yourself.” You slid up and down his thighs slowly, the feeling of his jeans was rough and made your sensitive bud feel strange. Johnny kissed your neck while you moved back and forth, but slapped your ass again, making you jump at the contact. He usually only slapped you lightly when you had sex, but tonight he was trying to leave marks on you and you liked that. He bit into your shoulder when you slowed down. “Move faster, whore, I can feel your wet pussy aching for more, you want my cock inside you right?” You nodded and yelled when he slapped you again. “Yes, Johnny.” You moved up and down while Johnny squeezed sides and took you nipple between his teeth. “Ah!” You cried out as he bit it and twisted the other one with his fingers. He raised a hand and wrapped it around your throat, squeezing it hard. “You needy slut, you’ve been teasing me all day.” Johnny’s husky voice sent chills down your spine while he choked you. “I should choke you while I fuck you into the bed.” Johnny looked at your parted lips, his eyes started to glow slightly. He dug his other hand into your back, slapping your ass then scratching your skin with his fingernails. You tried to cry out but his grip on your throat was strong, you felt like a doll being rung dry as your slick built. You were so close, the feeling of your ears running down your cheeks and Johnny’s harsh slaps edged you on. You couldn’t breathe and tapped Johnny’s arm, feeling light headed. “Don’t try to back out now, slut.” He flexed his thigh under you, a high pitch whimper leaving your mouth at the unexpected movement. He licked his lips and watched you move against his jeans at a fast pace. You closed your eyes, breathing through nostrils but still feeling the pain of his fingers around your already irritated throat. You held his wrist with one hand and put your other hand on his shoulder while you came on his jeans You shook uncontrollably, only being held still by his hand on your hip. You closed your eyes tightly and moaned. He released your throat and watched through low eyes. You fell onto the bed behind him, weak and sensitive. He took his jeans and briefs down while you took your panties off and raised yourself up on your elbows to look at him at the end of the bed. He climbed over you and you watched as his long body covered you completely like a dark rain cloud covered a small city. You were engulfed by him. He kissed your cheek and your jaw. “Are you sure?” He asked like he always did. “Yes, Johnny, fuck me now, I can’t wait any longer.” You breathily let out. He nodded. “Turn over and face the mirror.” You did as he said, getting on your hands and knees so that you could see yourself in the mirror above the dresser across from the end of the bed. He kneeled behind you and looked at you through the mirror. He swung his large hand and smacked your ass while looking you in the eyes, the sound of the harsh hit along with your whimper filled the air. “Look at you, all wet and needy for my cock, you’re such a slut.” Johnny bent over you, still maintaining eye contact through the mirror. He bit your shoulder hard again, making you hiss and lower yourself to the bed. “Get up, whore.” You held yourself up again and looked at the blood running down your arm. He never bit you before tonight, but it was clear that you were dealing with a different Johnny. His eyes started to glow as he smirked. He smacked your ass again, you tried to keep your body up but this hit was much more forceful and sent you down onto the bed. “I said, get up.” He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you up against him. “Look at your tits, your nipples are so hard, baby.” He pinched your nipples, distracting you from his hand which lowered to your pulsing pussy. He smacked your clit. “Ah!” You cried and held your head down, shocked by the harsh attack. “I said, look at me!” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at your two naked bodies in the mirror. “I’m gonna fuck you until my cock is all you can think about.” You moaned and felt a string of juices flow down at his words. He aligned himself behind you and watched your face was you watched in anticipation. “Come on, Johnny, I’m nice and wet for you, ple-“ you started but he slammed into you, you fell forward and cried out. He dick was both wide and long and he didn’t give you time to adjust. You felt dizzy and gripped the sheets as you tried to adjust quickly. He wrapped his arm around again and brought your body up. “Look at me while I fuck you.” He growled. He grabbed your hips and buried himself into you, hitting your depths before you could open around him comfortably. “Johnny!” You cried out, your mouth falling into an open O shape as he started to move in and out slowly. He only smirked and pushed into your tight hole again, making sure to hit your ass with his hips as he buried himself. He was stretching you out and it was painful, but you didn’t want him to stop. He looked down at your ass and chuckled. “I like watching my huge cock disappear into your pretty, tight pussy.” You moaned and watched him. You clenched as you watched a strand of his dark hair fall into his forehand. God, was he gorgeous. His strong arms flexed every time he brought his body to yours, and his beautiful abs and v-line were glistening with sweat. He always told you sweat more during this time of the month but it made everything hotter. He smacked your ass hard when you clenched. His dark eyes met yours in the mirrror again. “Not yet, whore, do you want me to stop moving?” You shook your head and moaned out. “No!” He gripped your hips again, digging his growing finger nails into the soft skin and drawing blood. The pain was overcome with the feeling of him completely filling you up.

He moved in and out of you easily now, groaning and grunting as he pulled and pushed out of you almost completely to see the string of your essence combined with his on his tip and covering his dick. “Bounce on me, slut.” He demanded as he let go of your hip. “Yes.” You said and moved up and down so that you’d bounce onto him while he stayed still, kneeling behind you and watching your round ass take him in. “You’re so tight, but you take all of me so well.” Johnny’s hands fell at his sides, he licked your lips and watched your butt slide up and down his wet dick. Your bit your lips as you moved faster. You were getting weak, your rhythmic movements faltered.

“Yeah, you like that? You like feeling my cock deep inside you?” “Yes..but I’m getting tired, can you take over?” Johnny held your hips again, pounding into you while your mouth fell open. “Yes!” You cried out once he started fucking you hard again. He grabbed you hair and pulled it. “Your pussy is just for me, isn’t that right?” He smacked your ass again but held your body to his as he snapped into at an incredibly fast pace. “Y-Yes!” You choked up, the feeling of his cock hitting your special spot over and over, driving you to madness, his low voice, and the way his arms flexed all made you weak. “I’m..close.” Your body moved up and down as Johnny pushed even harder. He watched your boobs move up and down in the reflection and your open mouth. He snapped your head back and smacked your ass again. He panted and breathed heavily into your neck before biting it. This time you felt four extra sharp teeth pierce your skin. You looked up and saw Johnny’s eyes flowing completely red while he still fucked you hard. His other hand gripped your waist so hard, his fingernails grew into claws and pierced the skin there as well. The combination of the feelings you had sent you over the edge. You finally came around him as he shot up in you, still biting into your neck and holding you fast onto him. Your head was in the clouds and you still moved up and down to allow Johnny to cum completely. He slowed his movements. “Ah! Johnny!” You whimpered as the feeling of him on you took over from the orgasm. He let go and released you from his grasp. He licked his lips as his canine teeth disappeared. “You feel so good.” He held your waist and flipped you over so that your back was on the pillowy soft bed. He hovered over you and you looked down at his dick. You furrowed your brows, how was he still so hard after cumming? He placed both hands on the side of your head and lowered himself.

“Johnny..” your eyes watery and tone soft while you rubbed his arms, but he was still in rough mode. He licked his lips and looked at you like you were a piece of raw meat.

His expression was different and shook your entire body. He never looked at you like this, but this is what you wanted. You were tired of the vanilla sex. He growled and licked your neck, before pushing into you again. “Johnny!” You tried to move up on the bed, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto him. You were so sensitive, your heart beat sped up and you felt more tears escape your eyes. “What’s wrong? I thought you said you could handle it?” His voice was gravelly and dark, he didn’t sound like himself at all. As a matter of fact, it was almost like it had dropped two octaves from his usual speaking voice. You covered your mouth, and nodded. You spazzed around him, your body was confused as to whether you were tired or turned on and ready to go again. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath so that you could focus on him filling you up and making you feel good for a second time. He pushed himself up away from your quivering body, his long nails gripping your knees and pressing them down towards you so that you’d open up more for him. “Ah!” You hissed again at the sensitivity, he pushed them to the side then pressed down towards you, forcing his entire length into your vagina again. His eyes still glowing and his mouth slightly parted while he watched you writhe under him. He pushed into you so hard, your body moved up and down on the bed, ruining the sheets. “Oh God, Johnny!” You threw your head back into the bed, leaving your irritated neck exposed to the cold air. He grabbed it and squeezed hard to choke you. “Look at you, shaking under me, trying to get away from my cock.” He’s flush against your cervix now, pounding into you like he wants to destroy the center of the bed. His nails dig into your neck as he watches you intensely. “You’re just my fuck doll.” You nodded and looked into his red eyes, feeling yourself clench around him. You moaned and opened your mouth as you gasped for air. You rubbed your clit but he growled and took both hands into the one that wasn’t around your throat. He pinned them above your belt and held them tightly, nearly crushing your bones while you cried out. “You naughty girl.” His dick twitched inside you and he held your throat even tighter while he released into you, pushing deep into you one last time. He grunted before pulling out. His eyes were low, his mouth straight while he looked down at you. He released your neck and your wrists, which you were had a red ring around them. He kissed your lips hard, circling his tongue around the inside of your mouth while you moaned. His hand lowered to your clit where he rubbed and circled around it. You were still sensitive and cried out his name while you held his wrist. “I want you to cum for me, scream for me.” Johnny whispered into his neck. You felt the harsh this of his member against your thigh and looked down. “Oh my God..” You said then looked back up at him again while fingers still played with your clit. He fixed himself in between your legs again, pushing into you while you fidgeted under him. “Come on, naughty girl, you can handle it.” Now, you understood why Johnny never wanted you to stay over when it was a full moon. 

He was an animal, rough and the complete opposite of who he was every other night. And he also couldn’t stop, it was like the animal in him was hungry for sex and couldn’t get enough, no matter how many times he came. “Your walls..they’re amazing..so silky.” He pushes into you slowly, still working his fingers. “Johnny..” you closed your eyes tightly, you felt raw and so sensitive, you were light headed. You weren’t sure of how much more you could take. “Look at me while I fuck you.” He bit your shoulder again and moved faster. “Ah! Johnny!” You moaned and looked at him as he hovered above you. He pressed your body down with a strong hand and still played with your clit while you screamed. “Oh my god!” You were so close and watching his red eyes and smirk drove you crazy. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled in the back of your head while came all over him again. He was unaffected by your spasms and still pushed into you. You breathed heavily, tears falling down your face in a steady stream but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You got what you asked for and him using you like this still made you feel loved and hot. You were quiet, your mouth still in an O shape while you tried to think straight. “Johnny..” you whispered. He was all you could think about in your state of bliss and over sensitivity. Your body still moving up and down and into the bed below you, you gripped the sheets to pull yourself back to reality. Johnny growled again and flipped onto his back so you were above him. He pounded into you from below, holding your hip and digging his claws into different spots on your skin. He rubbed your sensitive and swollen clit. “Ride me like a good girl.” He demanded so you moved your weak body up and down as best as you could, your eyes still watery. You looked down and saw him bite his lips and grunt as he fucked deep into you like this was your last night together. “Johnny..fuck.” you felt yourself nearing another climax while you watched his sweaty and hot abs under you. His hair cling to his forehead while he focused on your clit and smiled wickedly. “I’m not gonna stop until I’ve put a baby in you...my little whore would like that right? “Yes.” You closed your eyes and rocked your hips, chasing another high. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air as Johnny pulled you down onto him rapidly. He released into you, holding your hip down as filled you with his hot cum. You moaned and came, shaking and crying for another time that night. You didn’t know how many times you orgasmed at this point. Everything felt like a blur. All you knew was that your insides felt raw and worn from being ope for so long. Johnny flipped you over so that you were on your back again. He didn’t pull out of you, instead he pushed into you to cum again. You whined loudly and held onto the sheets. Too sensitive to think straight. He held your throat while he forced himself into your wavering body. “Do you still love me with my hand around your pretty neck?” The low voice spoke out of a smirk. You cried and looked into his crimson eyes, desperate to find the Johnny you knew. “Y-yes...I love you, I’ll always love you, Johnny.” His movement faltered, his grip weakened and his smirk turned into a frown as his red eyes started to dissipate into the honey brown you loved. He pulled out from you and jumped off the bed while his nails went back to their regular length. He backed away from you and held out his hands, watching as you breathed heavily and curled your body up into the fetal position on the bed. You struggled to move your sore legs. “Y/n? Oh my God..what did I do?” His eyes were wide and he started to tear up. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” His voice was soft, he sounded completely different. “It’s okay, baby.” You looked up at him, chuckling lightly and reaching out to him. “Come here.” He was hesitant as he stepped towards you. “I’m so fucking dumb, I shouldn’t have put you through that, I knew this was gonna happen, I knew he’d take over.” He held his head in his hand and sat at the edge of the bed, still keeping a distance away from you. “No, no Johnny, I wanted this. It was great...a bit rough, but I came a few times.” You laughed a little bit and rubbed his back. You kneeled and crawled over to him. “Look at me.” You said softly. He looked up with tears in his eyes, looking on the scratches and bite marks he placed on your skin. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so sorry.” You kissed him and rubbed his back while his heart rate lowered. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m fine. I liked it.” He held your face and rubbed your cheek softly. His voice and touch made it seem like he did a complete 180 from who he was just minutes ago. “I’m tired though, can we take a shower together?..actually a bath because I can’t feel my legs.” You laughed and got him to smile. “Yes, baby, anything for you, I love you.” He picked you up and took you to the bathroom. ————— [Two Months Later] “Does my dress look okay?” You turned in your gold dress and looked at your body in the full body mirror in front of you. Johnny popped up behind you and hugged you from the back. He smiled. “You look amazing.” His voice throaty, if you back into him a little more, you were you wouldn’t even make it to his “family” dinner. You smiled while rubbed your belly softly. He looked incredibly good in his black suit and bow tie. You never saw him this dressed up before but his hair was styled neatly and out of his face. “I’m nervous, Johnny.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why?” “I’ve never met your “family” before, what if they don’t like me?” Johnny furrowed his brows and watched you in the mirror as you pouted. “Of course they’ll like you! And if they don’t, so what? You’re my baby.” He smiled widely. “And I love you, so you’ve already won at life.” He used his hip to bump you to the side and pose in the mirror.

You bumped him back. “Wait? You’re the lucky one is this relationship.” He looked down and slapped your ass, before whistling. “You’re damn right I am.” You laughed and walked away. “Let’s go!” ———— When you arrived at the dinner, the size of the mansion made your mouth drop. It was unlike anything you’ve ever seen. “It’s big, right?” Johnny raised his eyebrows as he made the dirty joke. “Remember the first time I said that to you?” You punched his arm before looping it with yours. “Shut up, you’re such a nerd.” The two of you walked up the staircase outside and into the mansion. A tall, elderly man help you take your coat off. You thanked him and turned to Johnny. 

“This is amazing.” You looked up at the extremely high ceiling decorated with artistic and religious portrayals. The main ceiling above the foyer was decorated with an elaborated painting depicting the fall of Gabriel. “I know..” Johnny watched your large eyes and open mouth. You were so beautiful in your gold dress. He always thought you looked beautiful but the subtle gold eyeshadow in your eyelids and the dark liner on your waterline really brought out your gorgeous eyes.

He felt a pain in his heart, one that had been growing as reality set in. He truly loved you, he didn’t want to let you go. “This way.” The butler led you to the dining room where Johnny’s pack sat. And old and sickly looking man sat at the head of the table. You nodded and said hello to everyone that looked up from their conversations to acknowledge you.

There were men and women, all of which were fit and radiant in a unique way. You could tell that they were special just from looking at their surreal beauty. Johnny pulled out a chair for you before taking the seat between you and the old man. You looked at the man that frowned and eyes you up and down. “Hello, Father.” Johnny said lowly. “Good evening, sir, your house is beautiful.” You smiled a bit too wide, trying to please him. He gave a small smile and took a sip of champagne. Johnny looked back at you and smiled once he felt your confidence diminish a little. “It’s okay.” He whispered while touching your hand. You looked up and felt your breath leave your body when you saw who you were sitting across from. Jaehyun. You forgot they were in the same pack and that he’d be there. It was the first time you’d seen him since he dug his claws in your back. There was something about him that always made you uneasy. Your heart started to beat fast as he smirked. He looked dashingly handsome in a suit similar to Johnny’s. Johnny must’ve heard it. “What’s wrong?” You tilted your head down. “I-“ “She didn’t know that I’d be here.” Jaehyun cut in. “She is upset that she has to see me again. Oh, Johnny, you’ve really gotten into her head, huh? Did you tell her I’m the bad guy?” Johnny shifted his attention to Jaehyun, and looked annoyed. “Not tonight, Jaehyun.” His voice was louder and deeper. What did Jaehyun mean? Why was he always accusing Johnny of manipulating you? The dinner went on like normal after that. You spoke with Johnny and eventually got to speak with his father. He was actually funny. “Johnny’s a tall goofball, he’s very soft so I am worried about him, but I see you’ve made him the happiest he’s ever been. I appreciate the sacrifice you’ve made to be with him.” You smiled and laughed. “He’s wonderful, sir, I’m more than happy to be with him.” “She’s very pretty and smart, Youngho, lets pray the baby gets both traits from her.” You choked on your water and put the glass down. Johnny bit his tongue and cleared his throat. Jaehyun chuckled back looked down at his plate. Everyone at the long table stopped talking and looked down to your side questioningly. “How did you know?” You looked up at the old man as he drank his soup. Johnny looked at you and laughed. “He’s the most powerful one here, he can sense it.” Johnny looked around at the rest of the people that stared. “Well, I guess I might as well announce it.” He stood up and bowed. He took your hand and brought you to stand up beside him. “Hello everyone, I wanted to announce that y/n and I will be having a baby!” Johnny smiled goofily while everyone cheered and clapped. They were happy for him, well, everyone except Jaehyun. He was thin lipped and rolled his eyes. “Thank you, thank you.” You bowed slightly and smiled at everyone. When you tested positive for the pregnancy test, you were scared and unsure. You thought of how young you were and how your life with a child would be so different from how it currently was. But then you thought of Johnny and how badly you wanted to see him as a loving father. He was always great with the kids that came to the conservatory. His face lit up every time he bent down to talk with kids at their eye level, his eyes would crinkle and his cheeks would puff up. He was so cute with them. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and have a family just to see him be happy. So you decided to keep it and see the unexpected pregnancy as a blessing. Later on that night, you felt tired and sat on a couch by the fireplace while Johnny caught up with his family around the house. He was a socialite so he always had long conversations with everyone. And from their expressions, you could tell that there wasn’t anyone that didn’t like Johnny. He was loved by everyone, except Jaehyun. “I see I’m on your mind again, you just can’t get enough of me.” Jaehyun spoke as he sat down on the other end of the couch. “Does it ever get tiring? Jumping into peoples heads like that, oh, and being a complete asshole?” You turned to him. “Oh, sweetheart, you know you like it when I’m inside.” Jaehyun laughed. “You’re fucking annoying.” You scoffed and looked back at the fire. He cleared his throat. “In all seriousness, y/n, do not keep the baby.” His voice lowered as he spoke to you. You turned to him and furrowed your brows. “What?” “You can’t have the baby, you’ll die. I’m not lying to you.” Jaehyun looked around for Johnny then scooted closer to you. “What are you talking about?” “Y/n...it’s difficult to explain and accept..but Johnny is using you, if you have this baby, his position alpha will go unchallenged. I will no longer be a threat to him.” You scoffed. “Of course, everything has to do with you, even the birth of my baby. Get over yourself, Jaehyun.” “No..this isn’t just about me..” “Then what is so bad about him being alpha? He deserves it.” You shook your head. Jaehyun moves closer to you. “You don’t understand, the second you deliver this baby, you will die. Humans are not designed to produce supernatural children, they almost always die because their body gives up everything to the power of the fetus.” “What are you talking about? How do you even know that my child will be a werewolf?” “The trait always passes on to the child..y/n, I know you don’t believe me, but for your safety and health, get an abortion before it’s too late. Johnny doesn’t love you.” Jaehyun’s eyes held onto yours and for a moment you actually bought he may be trying to help you. Then you remembered that he was tricky and got into your head multiple times. “Fuck you, Jaehyun. You’re always in my head. He does love me and you’re just jealous that you’ll never experience what we have.” You moved closer to him, words coming out like venom. “And you’ll never be alpha either, because you’re weak and prey on innocent humans for strength by killing them. You don’t know what outwardly love is because you don’t love anyone but yourself, so don’t try to tell me what to do with MY body.” You sat up from the couch and your back  bumped into Johnny. Jaehyun looked down and stuck his tongue in his cheek. “Everything alright?” Johnny held your arms and looked down into your upset eyes. “Yes, I’m fine, Johnny.” “Guess I won’t be the god father of your baby, brother.” Jaehyun smirked and winked at you before walking away. The rest of the night went on peacefully. You met everyone in Johnny’s pack and spoke with them as Johnny guided you through the large house. You never saw Jaehyun again, but Johnny’s father adored you. He held your hand smiled as you said goodbye. You felt butterflies in your chest, but you were over the moon m that Johnny’s pack liked you. You got into the limousine and were about to leave when Johnny stepped back. “I’ll be right back.” You nodded and watched him turn back into the house. Johnny went to the entertainment room where Jaehyun was downing a glass of Hennessy. Johnny walked up to him quickly and held him up by his collar after making sure no one else in the room was around. “You piece of shit, if you go near her again I will stick a metal spear through you and use your bloody body as a Halloween decoration for my conservatory. This is my last warning.” Johnny said through gritted teeth. Jaehyun only laughed and took another sip, his feet dangling above the ground as Johnny lifted his entire body up with one hand. “It’s happening whether or not you want it to, give up.” Jaehyun looked down at Johnny through low eyes and smiled. “You think you’ve won, but you love her. And now you’ll lose her, will you be able to live with yourself?” Johnny gritted his teeth so hard, blood entered his mouth. He let go of Jaehyun and let his body drop back down into the seat before turning to leave. He didn’t answer Jaehyun, but he too had that question. How would he live without you? Johnny fixed jacket and closed his eyes while exhaling, he calmed himself before entering the limo. You were on your phone when he stepped in. He shut the door and yelled to the driver. “All set! Lets go!” He rolled the back window up that separated you two from the driver and turned back to you with hungry eyes. He was so tall, it took him a minute to get back to you in the small limo. He kneeled down while you sat on the couch, still scrolling through Twitter. You didn’t notice that he took his jacket off and loosened his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeve. He felt like everything was so tight as he looked at you in your perfect gold dress and the way your cleavage poked out. All night he thought of how badly he wanted to make love to you, and now the two of you were finally alone. “Open your legs,baby.” His voice deep and dangerous. You locked your phone and looked down at him. “What?” “Pull your dress up and show me your beautiful flower.” He held your knees and looked into your confused eyes. “Johnny, right now? What if the driver hears?” “I don’t care. I’m hungry for you, I’ve been holding myself back all night.” Johnny licked his lips then looked down at the space between your legs. He pushed them apart and you lifted your body up on the seat so you could bunch your dress up on your waist. “Yes, no underwear, I knew it.” You smirked. “I had a feeling you’d want easy access.” He smiled pulled you closer so that his face was in between your legs, his hot, moist breath fanning your entrance. You sometimes forgot how strong he was. He dipped down to your aching pussy and licked it slowly. Your head fell back instantly and you closed your eyes, the feeling of his tongue dipping into your hole and around your clit drove you crazy. He pulled back and kissed the skin on your inner thigh, licking it and taking the skin in between his teeth while you moaned quietly. He then went back to your vaginal opening and stuck his firm tongue in and out. He moved his tongue slowly, going up and down and side to side in the space right below your clit. He then kissed your clit, making you whine and chant his name. “You’re so wet baby, should I fuck you with my fingers?” You nodded quickly and took a fistful if hair in your hands while pushing your body forward. He flattened his tongue against your pussy again before putting one finger inside. You jumped slightly at the feeling but exhaled and relaxed. He kissed your clit again, licking around it before putting in another finger. He pulled away to look at you while your mouth fell open and your chest rose up and down. “Do you like that?” He fingers moved in an out of you slowly. “Yes, faster please.” You breathily let out while you played with his hair. He moved his fingers faster and deeper, but curled them so that they hit your g spot. “Yes! Right there. Oh my G-“ Johnny bit your thigh. “Shhh, baby, don’t let the driver hear.” He have you a wicked smiled while he watched you bite your lips. “Do you like seeing me between your pretty legs? Do you like it when I taste you?” You nodded and looked back down, making eye contact while he licked your clit and pumped his fingers in and out of you. You closed your mouth tightly and whimpered. “So close, I’m so close.” Johnny licked everywhere now while his fingers moved faster, your grip on his hair tightened and he knew you were just seconds from cumming. “Oh, fuck.” His saliva mixed with your essence coated his fingers. He licked and kissed your clit nonstop now to bring you to the edge. Your legs shook while you still held his hair. His tongue lapped up your juices and his fingers pushed in and out of your during your release. “Johnny!” You called out his name, surely you were loud enough for the driver to hear. He knew you were done when you let go of his hair and lightly pushed him away. His fingers left your body with a pop as he licked his lips and sat on the seat beside you. “I love you.” You said to him before kissing fluffy lips. He smiled. “I just gave you head in a limo, of course you love me.” You hit his arm. “You’re so cocky, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” He pulled you close to him and rubbed your shoulder. “Luckily, you have a whole lifetime to get used to me.” You rested your head against his chest. He looked out the window and tried not to think about the reality. He couldn’t save you, Yeah he had the power to heal, but even that wouldn’t save you when you gave birth to his child. He kissed your forehead and knew he was too emotionally attached. He knew he’d have to distance himself away from you so the pain of losing you wouldn’t end up killing him all entirely. ———— [Three Months Later] You barely went to work. You were four months pregnant now and the pain started to really kick in. Your growing baby wasn’t easy to carry and you’d be sick all the time. Most of your days were spent in doors, watching soap operas and dumb reality TV shows while you finished one jar of peanut butter every day. Johnny didn’t mind it though, he wanted you to relax and be comfortable. But the reality was that you were in so much pain. You couldn’t explain it, but the baby made you incredibly weak and tired. Your body was sore and you couldn’t stand up straight without feeling severely light headed. You couldn’t even sleep at night, the bay was restless. It kicked you and sometimes, you swore you could feel and see sharp nails scratching against the lining of your belly. You looked terrible, you had dark circles around your eyes and you lost an incredible amount of weight. Everything you ate went to the baby, hence why you were so weak. But when you googled your symptoms, no one had problems like you did, especially not so early in the pregnancy. To make matters worse, you rarely saw Johnny. He slept in a different room when he got home from work because you were so restless and he never took days off from work, even when all his workers were present. He didn’t touch you, his kisses were quick and few. He only called you to make sure you had eaten. He wasn’t like his usual self. He didn’t joke around with you and he kept a straight face when you ate dinner together. One night you got into an argument over work. “I’m going to work after dinner.” You said while you wiped your mouth. “Work? Y/n, you can’t even stand up straight.” Johnny frowned. That was another thing, he didn’t call you baby anymore. “I feel like, I might feel better if I do something for once. I’m always in bed, I don’t get to see anyone.” “No, you’re not going.” Johnny’s deep voice echoed in the quiet and large house. You furrowed your brows. “I don’t recall asking for your permission.” “Well, you’re carrying my baby, and for your health, I say no, you can’t leave.” Johnny shook his head. “Yes, the baby that is slowly killing me is yours, but before I completely give up my life of independence, I’d like to live a normal life for once and do the things that make me happy.” You gave a sarcastic smile and stood up. He grabbed your wrist and towered over you. “Don’t.” You looked back at him. “Oh so you’re not allergic to me? You haven’t touched me for weeks but you do now when I’m trying to leave?” Johnny didn’t look into your eyes. He clenched his jaw and looked at the floor. “You can’t go.” “I’m going and you’re not gonna stop me. Do you even love me anymore?” You asked, tears threatened to escape. He finally looked into your eyes. “of course I love you, which is why I need you to stay here.” “Am I in captivity? Is that the way you show your love?” “I’m trying to help you! One moment you’re saying you’re in pain, the next moment you’re saying you want to walk around and serve drinks and get harassed like a cheap bartender. What’s the point? We don’t even need the money. And wait, you think that little job makes you independent? You’d be nowhere without me, you should be happy I got you out of that shitty apartment you used to call home.” Johnny still held your wrist while he spoke to you harshly. Your mouth fell open. You didn’t know where to start. “Johnny, you’re a piece of shit.” You turned and walked away quickly. “W-wait, y/n, no..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” He walked after you and tried to hold you but you shook him off. 

You tried to hurry up the stairs but the baby started to kick, you felt dizzy and weak. Your bones started to feel thin, and you tasted blood in your mouth. Your legs collapsed under you. Johnny was right behind you and caught your limp body as you blacked out. He held you in his arms and cried quietly. He hated himself for being so cruel, for doing this to you. He stayed away from you because he knew he’d lose you soon, but he wasn’t ready to see you hurting both emotionally and physically like this. He carried your body up the stairs and laid you down gently. That night, he sat in your room and listened to you cry and scream at the terrible contractions you had. Every night, you got louder as the baby grew, and every night, he’d stay in the room furthest away from yours. But tonight, held you as you cried in pain. He laid soft kisses on your forehead while your gripped the sheets and cried out to God for help. ——— The next day, you woke up in Johnny’s arms. You only got about two hours of sleep and still felt the phantom pain of the contractions you had during the night. You pulled out his arms and went to the bathroom to pee. You nearly jumped when you saw your reflection. You didn’t recognize yourself. Your face was hollow, your eyes were glossy and your skin looked gray and out of color. Your hair had thinned and your lips were dry. You had strange bruises on your body. You decided to go to the doctor with Johnny that day, but the doctor said you were fine and some symptoms are more intense in some mothers than others. He assured you that you would be fined and sent you and Johnny on your way but something still didn’t feel right. On the drive home, Johnny finally broke the silence. “The things I said last night, they weren’t true. I’m very sorry.” “I don’t wanna talk about it Johnny, you’re right, I can’t work while I’m in this state. Hell, people would probably be scared of me if they saw me like this.” You looked out the window. “You’re still so beautiful.” He squeezed your hand. “I wish you looked at me like I was, your eyes say something else, Johnny.” You frowned and took your hand from his. “They look like that because I hate myself for putting you through this. You’re miserable and it’s because of me!” Johnny voice got louder in the car. “And I’m so sorry.” You felt bad for making him feel bad. Maybe you didn’t see things from his perspective. Maybe he distanced himself from you because he felt guilty. “It’s okay, remember I wanted this too, I’ll get through it.” You took his hand and looked up at him with a small smile. It was true, you did want a child with him. You didn’t know it would be this painful, but you loved him so it was worth it. But you were still skeptical about your symptoms and really wondered if what Jaehyun told you was true. If you had no chance of surviving this pregnancy. ———— Later that day, Johnny left you to go to the greenhouse again. You grabbed your phone and dig deep to get answers. You found the electronic version of your favorite, The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Werewolves online, and skimmed through it. How Werewolves Are Born Into A Pack A werewolf will be born from a werewolf mother and werewolf father, a human mother and werewolf father, and a werewolf mother and human father. It is important to note that the human body is not suitable to carry a werewolf baby, and will not survive the child birthing. This is due to the fact that the werewolf baby is three times the size of the average human baby, too big for any woman to carry. The weight and size of the baby will apply too much pressure to the human mother’s organs and bones, crushing them upon exiting the body. The baby will apply unbearable pressure to the mother’s spinal chord, breaking it and killing her as the baby exits the womb. You started breathing heavily. There was no chance you’d survive. Did Johnny know this? You thought about how Johnny never talked about his mother and when you asked him about her, he said that she died when she gave birth to him. Was she human too? You went to your contacts and watched your thumb hover over his name. You closed your eyes and exhaled. You had to know. You clicked his name and heard the ringing tone then a click. “Jaehyun?” “Yes, sweetheart, the answer is yes. She was human, and yes, you’ll die too.” Jaehyun raspy voice filled your ears. Your grip on the phone weakened and you started to tear up. Johnny knee that you wouldn’t survive, he knew you’d give birth to his child and pass away right after. That’s why he was becoming distant. He got what he wanted and wanted to make it easier for himself when the day that you died finally came. But he’d live on as an alpha with a child. Jaehyun was right, Johnny was using you, he didn’t love you. “Yes, y/n, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Jaehyun spoke again, disrupting your thoughts. You didn’t know that his telepathy worked even over phone. You cried silently and held your mouth shout so the sound didn’t escape but Jaehyun knew you were heartbroken. You felt the overbearing need to scream, but you had to hold yourself together and think of a way out. He sighed. “It’s too late for you to get an abortion now, but I do know of someone that can help.” “Take me to them.” You sniffled and looked at the spot in the bed where Johnny laid down the night before. ————— Jaehyun picked you up and drove you for miles outside of town. “Where are we going again?” Your contractions made you wince and shifted in your seat. “A Doctor.” Jaehyun said flatly. “There are many doctors in town, we couldn’t have gone to one of them?” You rubbed your belly and sighed. “No, he’s a special doctor.” “Special in what way?” “The doctor Johnny took you too, isn’t a licensed professional. They’re what we call a witch doctor. That’s why he lied and told you you’d be fine.” Jaehyun focused on the road and sped down the highway. “Johnny will be able to sense that you and his child are not in town anymore so we have to hurry.” “Not a real doctor? Why am I even surprised anymore?” “The witch doctor we’re going to is named Doyoung, he’ll be able to help. I’m not sure how but they always know.” You nodded and hoped for the best. ———— Jaehyun helped you out of the car and walked you to the small house in the woods. He knocked lightly and waited for Doyoung to open the door. “You should’ve called first, Jaehyun.” A voice spoke out from behind you. You both turned around and saw a young man walking towards you with a basket of herbs in his arms. “I’m—sorry, this is kind of an emergency.” Jaehyun motioned towards you. The man frowned when he approached you and looked at your belly, he held your face in his hand and looked carefully into your eyes. “My dear, you’re dying.” “I know.” You laughed lightly. You were expecting him to be much older but he was young and handsome. His eyes were soft and his lips were a cute shape. He blinked slowly then looked back at Jaehyun. “I can’t help you.” Doyoung said, his voice barely above a whisper. Jaehyun exhaled loudly. “Come on Doyoung, she needs your help, she doesn’t want to die!” Doyoung pushed past him and entered his house. “Come in.” Jaehyun held you as you both walked in carefully. “You know I don’t get involved in these things..” Doyoung started, but Jaehyun stopped him. “I know but I can’t allow her to die because of Johnny. She’s innocent.” You rolled your eyes. He was acting like he cared for you, but really, he just didn’t want Johnny to take his place. He turned to you. “No, I mean it, stop thinking..that way.” He made a circular motion with his hands. “Suuure.” You nodded. “Anyway, Doyoung please shes fourth moths pregnant, it’s too late for her to just go to any clinic. She needs your help, we won’t tell anyone.” Jaehyun was practically begging Doyoung who was organizing his herbs alphabetically and pursing his lips. “And once I become alpha, I’ll make sure that you are always protected..” Doyoung sighed. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t let an innocent human be affected by supernatural dealings.” Jaehyun silently cheered and turned to you. “But my dear, y/n, it will be painful..” How did he know your name? “Witch doctors have a third eye, an all-seeing eye..they know everything.” Jaehyun walked towards you once he heard your thoughts. He pulled a glass coke bottle from a cabinet in his small kitchen, then gathered a few herbs from a closet. He crushed them and mixed them into the jar before pouring a dark liquid into it. Doyoung walked towards you, his eyes low and presence daunting “You should know, if you decide to go this route, you will never be able to have kids of any sort, from human or supernatural being.” You shook your head. “What do you mean?” Jaehyun held his head down when you looked at him. “Jaehyun, what does he mean?” “Your productive organs will be destroyed by this potion..” Doyoung continued and Jaehyun clenched his jaw, still looking at the floor. You started to tear up and back away. “N-no, no, there has to be another way...Johnny can heal me right? I can make him heal me!��� Jaehyun shook his head. “Y/n, it’s irreversible, the powers of the spell and potion cannot be reversed even with the healing ability werewolves possess.” A tear ran down your cheek. “Okay so what if I have the baby, Johnny can heal my spine and all my organs.” “It will be too late at that point, your heart will stop beating once your water breaks, and then he would only be able to keep you alive for the birthing.” Jaehyun continued with a somber tone. He knew that this was the only option and that you’d be devastated by it. Its why he didn’t want you to get pregnant in the first place. “Doyoung..please, I know you have experience, but is this the only way?” You held his hand and begged. You didn’t want to give up your life as a mother. You wanted to have kids and a regular family one day, and now that would be gone. Johnny took that away from you. Doyoung shook his head. “I’m sorry, it’s the only way.” You closed your eyes and cursed, but you had no choice, you knew you were dying, you were in so much pain and wanted it to end. You wanted to hurt Johnny for doing this to you. “I hate him, I hate him so much...give it to me.” Your eyes flickered open and you put your hand out. “You have to get on the table, the baby will try to fight as it is being killed, and your body will be the battleground. You will survive but it will be incredibly painful.” Doyoung And Jaehyun helped you get on the wooden table by the kitchen. You sat up and drank the liquid then laid down and waited for it to take effect. Doyoung brought a towel for you to bite down own then stood at the end of the table and held your feet. Jaehyun held your head so it wouldn’t bang against the table. And suddenly you felt a hard hit in your stomach. You cried out loudly and held it. Hit after hit, you screamed and tears ran down endlessly. You felt the baby kick and scratch harder than ever before, ruining your insides as it suffered. Doyoung closed his eyes and held your legs while you kicked. He said something you couldn’t understand, Latin maybe. You opened your eyes and looked at Jaehyun who looked like he was in pain just from watching you. I can’t. I can’t do this. It’s hurts so bad. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, it’s almost over.” Jaehyun responded to your thoughts. You coughed up blood on the towel as your body shook and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt blood escape your nostrils as well. The pain of the baby dying was slowly dying down. You breathed heavily and stared up at the ceiling. Johnny’s smile clouded your brain. You heard his voice telling you “I love you” over and over. All you could think about was the fluttery feeling in your heart you had when you were around him. You were a love struck fool for loving and trusting him, but you swore you’d get your revenge. The pain subsided and Jaehyun let go of your head. You looked down as you felt a warm liquid build up under you. So much blood poured out of your nether regions and onto the table, that it dropped onto the floor. You finally felt free. No more contractions, no more unbearable hunger pings. But you held your face and cried, knowing that you’d never give birth to a child. Yes, you could adopt when you were ready. But there was something about the natural ability being taken away from you so suddenly that hit you hard. You had many emotions, anger, rage, relief, and sadness, and Jaehyun felt them all when he looked at your cry on the table. He gained no satisfaction from warning oh suffer. He was definitely a cold-hearted killer, but even he knew that you deserved better. He wanted to see you get your revenge. “You have to run, you can’t be here anymore. The second Johnny finds out you’re no longer having his child, he’ll kill you and me.” Jaehyun helped you sit up. “I’m not running away, I’m gonna kill him before he can kill me.” You turned to him, still trying to catch your breath. Your eyes were bloodshot and adrenaline pumped through your veins. Jaehyun shook his head. “He’s powerful, y/n, it doesn’t just work like that. You need skill and accuracy, because if you miss, it’ll be too late.” He sighed and cursed himself. He knew you weren’t gonna stop until you hurt Johnny, but he also knew that you weren’t ready in the slightest. “I—know a place, the guy doesn’t really like me, but he can help you.” Jaehyun reaches into his pocket and takes his wallet out. “Here, take my card, we gotta get you on a flight..like now, I can feel Johnny coming.” Jaehyun hurriedly unlocked his phone and looked for flights. “Flight? Wait, what?” Doyoung watched the two of you go back and forth. “Yuta, his name is Yuta. He’s a Japanese werewolf hunter, the best of his kind. He will help you.” “What?” “If you’re going to take on Johnny, the strongest werewolf in this region of the world, then yes, you must train with the best.” Doyoung grabbed a white powder and threw it on the pools of blood. The powder soaked up the blood almost immediately then Doyoung swept it into a dustpan. “He almost killed Jaehyun, but Johnny saved him.” Doyoung continued. Jaehyun looked up at you. “Yes it’s true, your bastard of a boyfriend saved me from Yuta.” Jaehyun rapped his phone screen quickly then looked up at you. “Okay, you’re all set, lets head for the airport before crazy gets here.” You had doubts and Jaehyun knew that so he stepped towards you and put his hands on your shoulders. “Y/n, you’re furious. I know, but you have to act now, you have to go and train because Johnny is vindictive and determined, he won’t stop until he’s found you and killed you now that you betrayed him.” Jaehyun swords made you snap out of it. Betrayal. Who was really betraying who? Johnny was the one that knew you’d die if you gave birth to his child. He was forcing you to sacrifice your life for betterment of his. “I’ll got to Japan..I’ll become a werewolf hunter..And I’m gonna kill Johnny.”

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Attraction (or the lack thereof)

*This fic contains internalised aphobia*

Summary: There must be something wrong with her; it’s the only explanation. Or: Mina Ashido had never fallen in love, and maybe there’s a reason for that.

This can also be found on AO3.

Word count: 2,616

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Mina Ashido had never fallen in love.

It was a fact she brushed off due to still being young. She’d always had an interest in romance since a young age (a fact she blames on her mother’s love for romance movies) and couldn’t wait to finally feel it for herself.

Ashido could easily point out when others were in love — again, thanks to the romance movies. Her friends had always come to her to talk about romance, naming her their wingwoman.

But for some reason, she could never point out the signs in herself. They were just never there. She’d always passed it off as her being too busy preparing for high school.

The chance to be someone’s wingwoman had occurred again recently after Uraraka finally came to the realisation that she could focus on becoming a hero and still have time for romance. It would be hard given how much time their school work and training takes, but it would be no different to the time constraints of being in a relationship as a pro hero.

Thankfully, Ashido’s plan had worked out perfectly, and Uraraka was able to confess her true feelings to Midoriya. It had been funny to watch from a distance as the two had turned bright red and stuttered at each other. As soon as she saw Uraraka grin and hug him, Ashido had left, knowing her work was done.

Later that day, Ashido was lounging around in the common rooms (which were empty due to the noisier boys running around and playing with a frisbee in front of the dorms and everyone else being tucked away in the rooms) when Uraraka came running over to her, a big grin on her face and her eyes sparkling with happiness.

She sat up immediately as Uraraka let out a squeak of excitement.

“It went exactly as you said it would! Thank you so much!” Uraraka said, rocking back and forward on the balls and heels of her feet. It seemed like her body could hardly contain her excitement.

“That’s great! I told you you had nothing to worry about,” she responded with a wink and a thumbs up.

“Yeah,” Uraraka giggled. She sat down next to Ashido and wrapped her arms around her, the pink-haired girl immediately returning the hug. “I know I already said this, but thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your advice.”

“It was no problem! I’m always happy to help if anyone needs me.”

As they both pulled back from the hug, Ashido watched as Uraraka’s grin shifted into a smirk. The round-faced girl gave her a quick nudge to the side.

“If you ever need help with your crush, I’ll be sure to return the favour.”

Ashido’s eyebrows furrowed at her words, her head tilting to the side ever-so-slightly. “My crush?”

Uraraka faltered for a moment, her expression dropping before morphing into one of bewilderment.

“Yeah,” she nodded, confusion placed in the tone of her voice. “You don’t have one?”

Ashido shook her head.

“To be honest, I never really have. I guess I just haven’t found the right person yet,” she shrugged.

“Oh, maybe. Well, whenever you do, be sure to let me know.” Uraraka said, her smile returning. “Sorry for assuming.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be sure to let you know.” Ashido waved it off as she let out an awkward laugh. This wasn’t the first time someone assumed she had a crush on someone. People just naturally expected the girl who loved love to have already experienced it herself, she guessed.

There was a moment of silence in which Ashido tried to think about what to say next. For some strange reason, she always felt awkward when talking about romance relating to herself. This interaction was no different.

Just as she opened her mouth to ask about what had happened earlier after she left, Ashido heard a buzzing noise from behind her. She turned her head to see an alarm pop up on her phone screen which she had set as a reminder to write the English essay due tomorrow.

“Oh!” She scrambled to pick it up and quickly swiped the alarm away, stopping the noise. “Sorry, I’d love to talk more, but I have to go write that essay now or it won’t get done at all!”

“You haven’t done it yet?” Uraraka laughed as Ashido stood up and began to speed walk over to the elevator as fast as she possibly could.

“You know how I am!” Is all she responded with as she hurriedly pressed the button to close the doors.

As Uraraka’s laughter faded away and the elevator started moving upward, Ashido clenched her fist and held it over her heart. She felt hollow inside, her chest aching. Talking about her personal love life had always brought her this feeling.

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A loud groan escaped Ashido’s lips as she tossed and turned in bed, her bedsheets rustling as she struggled to get comfortable. Her thoughts wouldn’t stop, all focusing on one of her classes that day.

That morning, Midnight had given them a sex ed lesson. She had mentioned that there was more to it than the basics she’d taught them about but she wasn’t allowed to talk about it because it might be too intense for some people — something Ashido was incredibly thankful for.

Before that lesson, Ashido had never really thought about… that. The romantic movies she preferred never focused on that stuff. And now that she was on that train of thought, she realised she’d never really thought much about romance in general towards herself.

Also, she wasn’t quite sure why, but when Midnight then went on to talk about attraction, Ashido had found herself confused. Sure, Ashido understood romantic love to some extent (although she had always assumed those movies were way over the top and unrealistic) but nothing mentioned in that lesson seemed to make any sense to her. She’d always thought that sexual attraction was one big joke. It had never seemed real to her.

Everyone else seemed to understand it, though.

It didn’t help that Kaminari and Sero had been joking around about it all at lunch. Kirishima had joined in a little at one point, too, and Jirou and Bakugou had laughed at least once.

Ashido, however, had only felt uncomfortable — both at their words and the fact that she still couldn’t make any sense of them. Most of what they said just completely flew over her head.

She’d ended up faking laughter in the hopes that they didn’t notice her shifting around in her seat and picking at her food. Although it did seem like Kirishima had noticed that something was off with her if his concerned glances were anything to go by.

She let out a large sigh of discomfort as she draped an arm over her face, her nose scrunching up as she began to give up on sleep. It seemed hopeless at this point.

Why had she reacted so differently to everyone else? Why didn’t she understand? Everyone else seemed to find attraction so natural.

“Is there something wrong with me?” She whispered aloud, blankly staring up at the ceiling.

Ashido felt her heart drop, tears brimming in her eyes and beginning to spill down her cheeks as she thought over that last question. Her bottom lip quivered as she sucked in a shaky breath of air.

There must be something wrong with her; it’s the only explanation.

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“Oo! Don’t you think he looks hot here?”

Ashido glanced up over her fashion magazine to look at the picture on Hagakure‘s phone. It was a photo of Hawks from his latest photoshoot, a collaboration with a sportswear brand.

“Oh, that outfit looks great on him!” Ashido commented, putting her magazine down so she could take a closer look. “The colours really compliment his eyes.”

Hagakure nodded at that, something she was only able to see because the invisible girl was wearing one of Ashido’s hats. She’d borrowed it earlier to see if it would suit her and hadn’t taken it off yet.

“I could stare into those eyes all day.” Hagakure said with a dreamy sigh. Ashido snorted at that, letting out a little giggle.

“And those wings!” Hagakure exclaimed, exhaling another sigh. “Could you imagine what it’d be like to be carried through the sky at night?”

“Why would he carry you at night?” Ashido questioned, feeling confused yet amused.

“Like on a date!”

Ashido raised a brow. “Why would you go on a date with him? He’s almost seven years older than us.”

“I’m talking hypothetically,” Hagakure responded as if it were already obvious. “I know he’s too old for us. It’s still fun to think about, though.”

“It is?” Ashido mumbled, trying to put herself in the scenario her friend had described.

She knew Hagakure meant it in a romantic way, but when Ashido imagined herself being carried through the sky she felt nothing. It didn’t feel romantic at all. It didn’t feel like anything.

That familiar empty feeling began to worm its way back to her heart, her amused smile faltering. Ashido thought back to last week when she had cried herself to sleep, this moment further cementing her theory that something is wrong with her.

Ashido shook her head, trying to shake away that lingering thought before it led to her crying again. She didn’t particularly feel like having to explain everything to Hagakure. The invisible girl probably wouldn’t understand.

Her gaze flirted around the room, trying to find something to shift the focus to. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she spotted Hagakure’s camera.

“Hey, didn’t you say you were going to print some of your photos of our class to put on your wall?”

“Oh! I almost forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me!”

Ashido let out a deep sigh of relief, thankful that had worked.

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When Shinsou had joined their class at the start of second year, he’d been adopted into the ‘bakusquad’ quite quickly. By force.

He’d tried to stay away, but Kaminari wouldn’t leave him alone until he agreed to join them for their weekly Mario Kart tournament. Eventually, Shinsou had given in, and he’d been a part of their group ever since.

They were getting ready to start this week’s tournament — which was being held in Sero’s room this time — when Jirou finally walked in. As soon as she spotted Shinsou, she walked straight over to him and sat down beside him.

Ashido frowned a little at that, hugging one of Sero’s pillows to her chest. She was perched on the end of his bed, Bakugou occupying the other end of it. Sero was swinging side to side in his hammock, Shinsou on the floor next to him.

“How did it go?”

Shinsou let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes. “I rejected her.”

That caught everyone’s attention.

“Rejected who?” Kaminari questioned, turning around to face them. He’d been setting up the switch and making sure everything was correctly plugged in.

“A girl from my previous class,” he explained, sounding a little exasperated. “Jirou and I were walking back to the dorms after class when she asked to speak to me alone. Then she confessed to me.”

“You weren’t even a little bit interested in her?” Kaminari asked.

Ashido watched as Shinsou frowned for a second before a look of realisation flashed across his face. He rubbed his hand against the side of his neck, tilting his head down.

“Ah, I haven’t told you yet, have I?”

“Told us what?” Sero questioned, leaning back in his hammock.

“Well—“

“Do you like guys, too?” Kirishima suddenly blurted out. “Because if you do, there’s no need to worry about how the class will react to you coming out. I’m gay.”

Kirishima had come out to them relatively early during first year and no one had a negative reaction to it. Ashido knew that their class would be thankful that Shinsou trusted them with that information.

“No, that’s not it,” Shinsou shook his head. “I’m not interested in anyone.”

“What do you mean?” Ashido questioned. A feeling of anxiety crept up on her as she patiently awaited his response.

“I’m aroace. It means I don’t experience romantic or sexual attraction. It doesn’t mean I can’t love people in other ways, though.”

Ashido inhaled a sharp breath of air upon hearing his words, her body freezing in place and her eyes widening as her experiences regarding personal romance came flooding back to her.

“So you don’t fall in love?” She heard Jirou ask, her voice muffled by the sound of Ashido’s own thumping heartbeat.

“I never have and I never will,” she heard Shinsou respond. “I can still love people platonically, though.”

Shinsou had never been in love, just like her, and he never would be. She clutched the pillow in her arms tightly, inhaling a shaky breath as everything began to line up in her head.

Ashido had never felt romantic feelings for anyone before, and sexual attraction had always seemed like more of a joke to her — it was why she could never take Mineta seriously and why Midnight’s lesson just didn’t make any sense to her.

“Aroace,” she whispered, Shinsou’s words repeating in her mind. Her breathing began to speed up its pace.

The others all turn to look at her, stopping their conversation as they noticed the state she was in.

“What’s up with you?” Sero asked, sharing a concerned glance with the others.

Ashido remained silent, her mind too focused on the words looping over and over in her head as her lips curled into a grin upon making her realisation.

She’s not the only one.

A rough hand landed on her shoulder, knocking her out of her thoughts. Ashido jumped in shock, turning her head to see Bakugou right next to her.

“Spit it out.” Bakugou said. She could tell by his tone that there was no malice behind it.

“I think I might be aroace, too,” she breathed, a feeling of relief washing over her body. “I never knew there were other people who felt this way. I thought there was something wrong with me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

Shinsou’s response was immediate and held an air of finality over it. He stood up and moved to sit next to her.

“There are many people who are ace or aro or both. Just because they don’t experience love in the same way most people do, it doesn’t mean they’re broken,” he explained.

Ashido bit her bottom lip, barely containing her smile as a tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.

A second later, she felt herself dragged into a group hug. She dropped the pillow in her arms and almost fell onto her back from the sudden force of Kaminari surging forwards and wrapping his arms around them.

“I’m sorry that you had to feel that way,” he said, tightening his grip on them.

Ashido felt her body shake with a sob. Just as she wrapped her arms around the two boys, she felt the others all run over to join in on the hug, too. Even Bakugou, someone who wasn’t the best at displays of affection, placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

As she tilted her head back to try and hold back the tears, Ashido’s gaze met Shinsou’s. She could see unshed tears brimming in his eyes, too, as he gave her a soft smile, mouthing the words ‘you are not broken’ to her.

She nodded, a breathy laugh escaping her lungs.

Mina Ashido had never fallen in love, and that was okay.

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Writing this fic meant a lot to me as someone who is aroace. Even though I discovered asexuality during my early teens (and denied the fact that I’m ace for months before accepting it), I still feel like I’m broken sometimes. I know I’m not, but it’s hard to make that feeling disappear.

This whole fic is inspired by the fact that Ashido has never fallen in love (as states in the Ultra Analysis book). Also, that scene with Hagakure was incredibly hard to write because I had no idea what to make Hagakure say. I have no idea how non-aroace people talk about guys.

Also, feel free to leave some concrit. My writing is rusty.

[it-wasnt-that-bad]

I tried to do the “write my experiences as a story and try to make it sound sad” thing, but it didn’t turn out that way. It’s a description of what happened, but I don’t feel anything when I read it, and it certainly doesn’t make for a compelling story.

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The chill of a Midwestern winter was just leaving the air. In its place came the crisp smell of spring, a promise of new beginnings. It was the season of baby bunnies and chirping birds, of brisk breezes and the warmth of the sun on your skin once again. Off in the distance, a girl and her father ran through the field, throwing a frisbee back and forth.

A girl no more than thirteen sat inside, glancing out at her father and sister through the large windows that took up most of the living room wall. It was a beautiful day, but she had work to do. She tried to redirect her attention back to her task at hand, but could not shake the gloom that clung to her every thought and movement.

Her project was coming together piece by piece – an elaborate Rube Goldberg mousetrap demonstrating the simple machines of physics. She sat among assorted clutter, pieces of cardboard, duct tape, a hot glue gun, box cutter – everything you’d expect for a middle school science project.

Her mind was in similar disarray. She carried a deep lonely sadness, a despair in her chest and stomach that ached with every breath. She had no one she could confide in, no one to help her shoulder this burden. She kept her pain to herself because she felt an obligation to protect others.

There was a part of her that did want to reach out for help but she pushed that longing down, used guilt to convince herself that she was not allowed, told herself that she should handle it on her own. For as long as she could remember she’d been more concerned with protecting her mother’s feelings than getting help for her own, never considering that her own distress might matter. The ability to suffer in silence was a virtue, and to burden others would have been selfish. Anger at her father was fine and justified but wanting any kind of comfort was something to be quashed. Sometimes late at night when the sadness and loneliness became unbearable she sat on the floor in her room, body pressed into a corner, knees pulled up to her chest in an attempt to provide herself some comfort.

Later, these feelings would be diagnosed as major depressive disorder, but as she tried to focus on her school assignment it felt like agony. She was desperate for something, anything, just to make it stop. It was in that moment that she made her fateful decision.

Sitting cross-legged on her living room floor, she held the ugly yellow box cutter in her hand, nervous about what she was about to do. Others had said it provided them some temporary relief, and she was desperate. But still, there is a very fundamental part of the brain that keeps one from doing such things. She overrode her most basic instincts, for in a way this too was a matter of survival, and pressed the tip of the blade against her inner wrist, dragging it across. As blood beaded up in the cut – barely a scratch – the relief was instantaneous. Her inner turmoil had been replaced by the sting on her wrist, and it felt like the first breath of air to a drowning man. It was exhilarating. All her hesitation was gone as she did it again and again, never pausing to consider how she might hide the marks after the fact. She made cuts on her wrists, her shoulders, her hips, caught up in the rush of it all.

As she slowly returned to the world her chest felt lighter. She got up and went to the cupboard to get alcohol wipes, Neosporin, and bandaids, for a ritual that would soon become familiar. As she tended to the cuts it was the sting of alcohol that brought her back, a moment of realization of what she’d done. There she sat in her bathroom, alone, caring for wounds she’d inflicted herself, a secret she could tell no one. In that moment it was her problem to handle, something she could deal with on her own. She didn’t need any help, and help wouldn’t come.

Once she completed her task she returned to her school assignment. On its surface nothing had changed, but she knew that everything had. Life would be divided into “before cutting” and “after cutting.” From that point on she would carry this secret. As she laid in bed that night she felt nervous about what she’d done, knowing that after experiencing that relief once she would surely do it again.

She knew where the box cutter blades were kept, and soon had a stash hidden in her room along with her stockpile of first aid supplies. And thus began her ritual. She would cut and then dress the wounds herself, gentle and deft hands providing practiced care, feeling a sense of relief and accomplishment when she was done – she’d cared for herself without needing any help, addressed and managed the problem at hand.

The next day in gym class she realized her mistake. The orange T-shirts they were forced to wear would not cover the evidence of what she’d done the day before. With no other choice she asked her best friend if she could borrow her sweatshirt to cover the numerous bandaids on her arms. Upon seeing this, her friend demanded a promise to never do such a thing again. She made that promise to her friend, while making a promise to herself to never tell her friend when she did it again.

She could not control her parents, she could not make decisions for herself, but she could cut lines into her skin and make herself bleed. It was pain she could control when she had nothing else. It was survival.

[shhawnboi]

Dad’s Approval | Connor Brashier

Summary: Your dad hates Connor so much that even he starts questioning himself and it’s your job to remind him why he can’t be more wrong.

Word Account: 2K

A/N: This is my first imagine ever, so sorry if it’s to cringey and disappointing. Also, English it’s not my first language, excuse my poor vocabulary and grammar and please tell me major mistakes to correct them.  

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Y/D/N Y/L/N, your father, is Connor’s second worst nightmare, the first one being losing you. Mister Y/L/N is the boss of the biggest lawyer’s firm on LA, he is feared and respected everywhere because he has enough power to bring everyone he wants down, and that includes Connor, luckily this hasn’t happened to him, yet.

Your dad adores you. You are his pride and joy he just wants the best for you and he thinks that Connor, a simple boy with a camera, will never be enough, so he takes every chance he gets to remind you both, that. You don’t care about you dad’s nagging words but Connor does because he can’t help but agreeing with him. You deserve better than him and he is a selfish jerk for keeping you all to himself, but he can’t bear the idea of letting you go.

Last Monday your dad called to invite you two for dinner at his favorite restaurant ‘Saint Japher’, a place designed for the upper class with menus that just a few of privileged people can afford, and in that group of people Connor isn’t included. Your father does every other time for two main reasons: to see if you are still together and to drag Connor’s confidence down (task that he has always accomplished successfully). Connor has always tried to win your dad’s favor but to Y/D/N’s eyes, Connor was just a kid who plays with a camera and think that’s a job.

When Connor wakes up, the first thing he sees is your beautiful figure cuddled against his right side. Your body is covered by just his shirt and nothing more, and it makes him feel all cozy inside because it means that all of you is his. You are completely knocked out, it’s a normal occurrence whenever you see your father, he never fails on getting on your nerves and tiring you to death, especially when he starts throwing knives at Connor like there’s no tomorrow. Connor gives you a light kiss on your forehead and decides to go out for a run, he needs it to clear his mind a little. When he steps out of bed you start moving on your sleep but you don’t get up. He tries not to make too much noise while he’s getting dressed and when he is finally out of the house, he lets a long exhale escape from his lips. Con knows that he shouldn’t give a fuck about what your dad thinks about him but he does because he agrees with your father, you deserve better.  

By the time Connor starts running following the peace of some catchy pop song, every snarky word your dad said yesterday comes to his mind, crashing him with the force of wave colliding against the rocks.

“Do you remember Thomas Lebrant, darling?” asked you father while he was looking at the menu.

“Yes dad, I remember Tom.” of course you did remember Tom, you dated him for a year... before you left him for Connor.

“I saw him him the other day, he’s doing great at medical school, he will have a bright future, he’s a very hard-working man, he asked me about you. I really think he was your perfect match.”  

Connor remembered Thomas too, your first boyfriend, he was the guy every father wanted for his daughter: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect behavior... he was just perfect. You started dating him when you were seventeen and spent a whole year with him, but when you met Connor you started to feel things you had never felt before and you had to break up.  

Con will never forget the day he saw you for the first time. It was a sunny day in LA, he was at the beach with Sam doing a photoshoot with an Instagram model called Lydia Hanni, she was laying on the hot sand and he was supposed to be taking photos of her body, but he couldn’t focus his camera on her, he was too busy filming the beautiful girl playing frisbee with her friends. When you noticed a pair of eyes on you, you turned around and saw Connor with his camera. He waved his hand to say ‘hi’ and you smiled, at that moment Connor swears he felt his whole world stop. That was the beginning of your love story and your dad’s worst headache ever.

“Good for him, dad. I guess you told him that I’m doing pretty good with Uni and my lovely boyfriend.” you reached for Connor’s hand and you pressed a little kiss on it. Your father let out a sigh and Connor smiled at you. You had the power to make everything better.

“I told him you had a little adventure with some guy.”

‘A two years adventure’ thought Connor.

At first he thought that her dad needed time to warm up to him, but time passed and he didn’t change his mindset. He hoped that when he started working for Shawn your dad would be happy, but that didn’t occur, in fact, he got pissed because he was going with his friends to have fun in Europe leaving you alone. Nothing he does it’s good for your dad and that’s eating him alive. He tries to ignore it but it gets harder every single day.  

“Have you found a real job yet?”

“My friend is looking for a coffee guy for his office, I could call him if you are interested?”

“How much has your boss payed you for your hobby? I mean, it’s not a very hard task.”

“Did you have fun on tour? Doing nothing playing with your friends?”

He loves his job and he’s proud of it but he is starting to believe that it’s not enough for you. Your father is right, you are worth of a rich, wealthy man that can give you all you want in matter of minutes. You always say that he’s the best that has ever happened to you, but now he thinks you say that because he’s keeping you away from greater things that you’ll never discover if you’re with him.

When he arrives home after an hour of running, he goes straight to the shower, maybe that’s what he needs to clear his mind for good. Once the hot water hits his muscles, he lets a satisfied moan, a hot shower never fails to relax him.

You wake up the moment you hear the water running from the bathroom, you guess that’s Connor having a morning shower but once you notice his sport clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, you know he’s probably gone out to clear his mind a little. You can’t blame him though, the shitshow your dad pulled yesterday at the restaurant was capable to put everyone on the edge of their sanity. You have talked nearly a billion times with your dad about his behavior with your boyfriend but he always ignores it. You’re sick of it because Connor doesn’t deserve an ounce of the shit your father aims at him, no one really deserves it to be honest. Your boyfriend is the best that has ever happened to you and you’re so proud and in love with him that whenever your dad opens his big mouth, your heart breaks a little.

You decide to get out of bed and get into the shower with him to show him some love. You get rid of your shirt when you enter the bathroom. Connor hasn’t realized yet that you’re there and very much awake so you got him by surprise when you stepped into the shower.

Everything in you is alluring and lovely to Connor’s eyes and your body is no exception. He loved and praised every inch of it, it’s his temple, the place where all his problems disappear. He was completely addicted to it, therefore when you decide to enter the shower, his first instinct is to pull your naked body closer to his.

“Hi, love.” this pet-name always sends shivers down your spine and makes you smile like an idiot “How are you?” you were both under the hot stream of water, nose and foreheads touching and eyes closed.

“That’s what I should be asking, handsome.” you whisper as you kiss him delicately, like you’re afraid of breaking him.  

“I’ve been better.” he confesses with a forced smile. He doesn’t want you to worry about him but you know too well that grimace on his face and the dull look on his beautiful eyes.

“I’m so sorry about my dad, I can’t believe what an asshole he can be.” you’re really ashamed by your father, he never respects your decisions or opinions, each time he tries to impose his no matter what.  

“You don’t have to excuse him, I mean, he’s not wrong.” he looks away because he knows that if he sees your breathtaking eyes, he’ll break down in matter of seconds.

“What do you mean he’s not wrong, Con?” you hold his face between your hands and you make him look at you.

“He’s right about me.” he says heartbroken.

“No, he’s not, baby.” you try to reason with him but he doesn’t take it and watching him so sad is destroying you.

“C’mon Y/N, he’s right. You are this beautiful, kind, smart and amazing woman and I’m a kid with a camera. All your life you’ve been surrounded by the most incredible things on Earth, your dad could give you all you wanted. I’ll never be able to do that, I can’t take you to Bali every month, I can’t pay your studies... You know who could? Thomas, he was perfect for you and I took you away, if you were with him, I bet you’d be happier becau...” you smack his chest before he can finish his ridiculous speech, now you’re pissed and frustrated, he can’t be saying all of that, can he?

“I swear to god, Connor David Brashier, that if you say something like all the bullshit you have just said, I’ll kick you out of the house until your two remaining brain cells realize how utterly stupid you are.”

“Bab...” he tries to interrupt you but you shut him off before he can argue back.

“Don’t ‘Babe’ me, idiot. Connor, I love you, more than anything, you’re my world. Listen, maybe my dad has always given me whatever the hell I wanted, do you know the price? He was never there for me, I was left alone 24/7, on my birthdays, recitals, competitions, even in my own graduation, he showered me with gifts but not love. And Tom, he was a nice guy, he treated me right and all of that, always so perfect, it was boring as fuck: we never stayed three days in a row at home doing nothing besides fucking and eating, he never surprised me with 3 AM dates at the beach or with little getaways at Target... Tom was just there but he didn’t make me feel anything, not the way you do. I want you. You’re the best part of my life and I can’t imagine a future without you. I don’t care about monthly travels to Bali, I care about months just by your side. I love you Connor, you’re perfect.”

Once you finish your monologue, you notice he’s crying. You clean his tears with your soft fingers and he kisses you passionately against the shower wall.

“I love you, Y/N” he embraces you strongly, afraid that if he loosens his grip, you’ll disappear.  

“I love you Connor, let me show you.” you kneel down and that’s the only thing Connor needs to know that he’s in for a very long morning and he’s so ready for it.

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I hope you all have enjoyed it. Please like, comment or repost if you liked it. Right now, I’m working on a long Shawn Mendes fic, tell me if you’d like to read it.

[whoree321]

Bike Lessons (s.r.)

Request: i was wondering if you could write a spencer reid x reader where instead of him getting shot, him and the reader are on a date, riding their bikes and spencer is learning or sumn (bc i kinda get the feeling that he didn’t as a kid), and they are in the park, and spencer looses control and ends up falling with the reader, and you know, he dislocates his knee and the reader her shoulder ( :’D ), and idk maybe emily, penelope, or hotch could be i’m the park at the same time talking to morgan or idk in the phone and they’re like “hold on, some idiot just fell. let me check if they r okay.” and they go and it’s spencer n the reader?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, really. Minor bike accident, dislocated shoulder and knee but nothing described too graphically.

Word Count: 1.6k

Category: Fluff

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“What do you mean you don’t know how to ride a bike!?”

Spencer Reid was many things, but a proud man he was not. Years of school bullying had been combatted by more years of relentless, loving teasing from his coworkers and closest friends, and resulted in a man who could take criticism and jokes at his expense rather well. That did not, however, do anything to stop the burning shame he felt at his girlfriend’s revelation about his biking abilities.

He gave her a sheepish grin before replying, “It’s not that I don’t know how to ride a bike, necessarily. When I was in college, biking was my primary form of transportation as the state of Nevada wouldn’t issue me a license at 14. But I haven’t ridden a bike in almost 15 years. You know, despite the common saying that you never forget how to ride a bike due to muscle memory, studies have shown that…”

As much as she would have loved to listen to what studies had to say about the longevity of muscle memory, Y/N had more pressing information to gather.

Interrupting him, she asked, “So you learned how to ride a bike, you just don’t think you remember how to since it’s been so long?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying”

Y/N nodded, a plan for the day quickly forming in her mind.

“Alright,” she said decidedly, “well, good news! Today you’re gonna learn again!”, a cheery grin overtaking her face.

Spencer groaned and hung his head. This was so not how he wanted to spend his rare day off with his beautiful girlfriend. They were always off on gruesome cases, too weary and focused to truly enjoy each other’s company. He had hoped for a calm day inside, maybe read or binge one of their favorite shows and just be with each other. But he recognized that gleam in Y/N’s eyes, could practically feel the excitement radiating off of her, and he knew he’d never in a million years be able to say no and risk being the reason that bright smile faded.

Looking back up, he replied resignedly, “Fine. But I get to choose dinner tonight.”

“Deal!”, she squealed, leaping off the couch and bounding to their shared bedroom.

Laughing lightly at his girlfriend’s childish antics, he got up and followed her, watching as she dug around through her drawers for a pair of leggings. Soon, they were both dressed in casual athletic wear and made their way to a bike rental kiosk that Y/N had found near the park.

Walking their newly rented bikes to the trail, Y/N glanced over at Spencer to see him anxiously chewing on his lip. She could tell he was nervous, probably not wanting to embarrass himself in front of her, but she thought that once he got the hang of it he would really like it, and it would be another activity the two could enjoy together. Smiling at the idea, she stopped once they had gotten to the trail and put the kickstand of her bike down.

“Ok, why don’t you just get on and do your best to ride it like you remember doing before. I know your big ole brain is still storing that info,” Y/N said with smile. Spencer looked between her and the bike a little uncertainly, before she gently added, “I’ll walk next to you just in case things go south.”

This convinced him, and he tentatively got on the bike and started pedaling. His balance was a little off at first, and she could tell that his hand-eye coordination (or lack thereof) was always going to be an issue, but he got the hang of it rather quickly.

“Ok, I think I got it! You can stop walking next to me now, I think there might be one or two people left in park that haven’t seen a grown man being taught to ride a bike like a child,” Spencer told her teasingly, though the triumphant look in his eyes told her how happy he was at catching on with minimal difficulty.

Y/N giggled at his remark. “Ok hot shot, lets take a lap around the park and see if you’re still so cocky.”

The two rode down the trail nearly side by side, Y/N slightly ahead of him but close enough that they could still talk. They made their way smoothly, chatting and laughing, but the peace was not to last.

Looking back at it later, Spencer concluded that it was entirely that damn squirrel’s fault. If that squirrel hadn’t run out onto the sidewalk, he would not have violently swerved into the back wheel of Y/N’s bike, causing them both to lose their balance and harshly crash to the ground, a tangled mess of bike and limbs.

To make matters worse, their misfortune was not without witness. As luck would have it, the BAU’s resident tech genius Penelope Garcia happened to be on an uncharacteristic trip to the park, stuck on a picnic date that that was currently going from bad to worse.

“Derek, I am telling you, this guy is bad, I mean capital B-A-D bad, and not in the good way. He spent 25 minutes telling me about the benefits of intermittent fasting! Fasting, Derek! I couldn’t fast if my life depended on it! I mean, don’t get me wrong I totally respect people that fast for religious reasons, oh my goodness I mean those people are so strong and dedicated I couldn’t imagine doing that! But to fast for literally no reason at all and brag about it on a date!”

Morgan chuckled on the other line. “Where is he now, sweetness?”

“He saw some guys that he knew playing frisbee and went to go say hi and he joined their game and that was like 10 minutes ago. So not only is this guy the most boring conversationalist ever, he’s just straight up rude! I mean, could you imagine taking a girl out on a date and- oh my gosh, these two people just got into a bike accident over on the hiking trail! Oh wow, that did not look pleasant, I would hate to be those two idiots right now.”

Watching the fallen bikers slowly start to move, Garcia gasped as she recognized the brown curly head and the Y/H/C ponytail sticking up from the crash.

“Oh my goodness, Derek I have to go, those are our idiots!”, she exclaimed as she hung up and ran over to her coworkers.

“Reid? Y/L/N? Are you guys ok!? I saw you fall down, are you hurt!?”

Y/N groaned as she sat upright, her shoulder sharply aching. “Penelope, what are you doing here?”, she asked.

Penelope huffed before she answered, “I’m hopefully escaping the worst date in the history of dates, now yes or no, are you ok?”.

“Yeah, Pen, I’m fine, I think I busted my shoulder a little though. Spence, how about you?”, Y/N asked, directing her attention to her grimacing boyfriend.

“I’m ok. That stupid squirrel got in my way and I didn’t want to hit it, I’m sorry,” he replied sheepishly, staring guiltily at Y/N as she attempted to assess the damage to her shoulder.

Garcia helped the pair stand up, and Spencer nearly collapsed again once he put weight on his left leg. Gasping in pain, he looked down to see his knee bent at an angle that could not have been right.

Averting her gaze from his clearly dislocated knee, Garcia helped steady him before declaring, “I need to take you two to a hospital because clearly neither of you are actually fine.”

The two agreed, following Garcia to her car and getting into her backseat. Spencer kept his eyes trained on his hands, guilt at hurting Y/N ailing him far more than his searing knee. He finally looked at her, however, when she reached over and grabbed his hand. Flashing him that dazzling smile from earlier, she leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“Maybe you should have let me walk next to you a little longer,” she offered with a wink, eliciting a chuckle from her boyfriend that warmed her heart.

*DAYS LATER*

“Wait, wait, wait, so you’re telling me that the two of you manage to hunt serial killers generally unscathed for a living, but Pretty Boy here tries to learn how to ride a bike and you walk away with a dislocated shoulder and knee?”, Derek Morgan teased as he watched his two friends enter the bullpen, clad in their respective braces and Spencer hobbling on his crutches.

“Oh I could just kill Garcia! I told her the story she was supposed to tell you all was that we got injured stopping the mob from robbing a bank,” Y/N replied dejectedly.

“Sorry kitty cat, I just happened to be on the phone with her when it happened,” he explained bemusedly.

“Besides, Y/N/N, it’s pretty unrealistic that any mob would be robbing a bank in broad daylight, and statistically improbable that we would just so happen to walk into it and be capable of stopping it,” Spencer chimed in cheekily, knowing how much his logical debunking of her story would rile her up.

Y/N glared at him before answering. “You know what, I’m glad the squirrel did this to you. I might have been collateral damage, but you deserved it.” She sat at her desk, but not without giving him a small glance and playful grin to let him know she was joking.

Spencer simply rolled his eyes and took a seat at his own desk, although he couldn’t help but feel pretty good about how things had turned out. He may have been bested by a squirrel and a bike, but he would get to spend the next few weeks on desk duty with his favorite person. And Y/N would probably never make him ride a bike again.

It definitely turned out pretty good.

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

The Hunter Who Loved Me (Part 1)

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Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Dean x OFC

Series Summary: Part Three of Some Sunny Day. Dean's trying to balance his new relationship with Julie and his need to hunt. How long can he keep it from her? And can Julie keep her curiosity at bay?

Section Word Count: 6300

Section Content: language, fluff, dirty talk, smut, Domestic!Dean, Slight Dom!Dean

How did I get so lucky? That this was turning into just another day in her life with Dean Winchester made her shake her head. This has to be what it feels like to win the lottery.

Julie sprayed the top of the sliding glass door with a window cleaner. She took time to enjoy all the sexiness on the other side of the glass, the view of Dean in her backyard, while attending to her household chore. A few final touches and Dean would be done with the assembly. Crouched down and bent at the knees, Dean added some utensil hooks to the side of the grill. Unknowing, he was giving her all of that gorgeous, serious profile of his to study. Sunshine streaked through his hair and flamed the fiery orange-red tips incognito most of the time. She wiped away the cleaner slipping over her view. 

The grill had been an impromptu purchase on her end the weekend before. She and Dean had gone to, of all places, a home improvement store together. He had noticed a couple things around her house that needed fixing. But he wanted to run the ideas past her and some options before he went ahead and did anything. It was very domestic and thoughtful of him. It brought a huge grin to her face. 

He’d snuck a peck on her cheek when they were alone in the garden and patio center, talking about the drop in price of some seasonal stuff. His eyes lit up at a behemoth gas grill. He whistled and spouted off the stats: three burners, one on the side, plus a sear station burner to boot. The sucker could deliver 60,000 BTUs, which according to Dean, was awesome. Those meaty, handy fingers of his glided over the stainless steel top. Julie heated up.

It was decided that since Julie was throwing Brigida a surprise birthday party that following weekend and the October weather was pleasant enough, why not buy a grill and make it an outdoor affair. Most of the guests would end up outside anyway. Would Dean be keen on manning the meat for her? Julie tossed the unintentional innuendo out and had the six foot plus Adonis blushing in the middle of the display floor.

Satisfied with the streak free glass, Julie went out to check on Dean’s status. He leaned up from his work position and smiled. “All good. She’s ready for action. Just lit her up.”

Julie nodded, sighing in relief. “Cutting it close.” A couple hours from now the guests would arrive. And Brigida would definitely be on time, if not earlier, an hour after that.

“Yeah. But, it only took me threatening three store clerks at nine am this morning. Pulled a working igniter out of the floor model to get this baby up and running.” He waved both hands in the air with a flourish. “Now, we’re golden. No more nose crinkles. The meat’s marinating in your fridge.” He cocked a thumb over to Wes and Samuel’s house. “They’ve got the booze covered and some side dishes.”

“You need me to dash out for anything else before I finish up my food and the cookies to go along with the ice cream cake?”

He shook his head and drew her in by the waist, their bodies snug. “You trust me with all that fire power?”

Her hand rubbed over his vintage AC/DC t-shirt right under the collar. Sweat stippled his brow from the running around and grill tweaking. The mix of it with his sharp, clean soap scent got her warm and tingly. God, how does he make sexy so effortless? “You can handle it. I’m no Prometheus. You should worry more about my mom trying to take over the grill once she gets here.”

“Hey, it’s her birthday. If she wants the tongs and spatula, I’ll hand them over and be her sous chef.”

Julie smiled. “She’d probably love that.”

He grinned and bent down to dust her bottom lip with his mouth. “How many we gotta feed again?”

She rattled off the memorized total. “Twenty-two, not including us. Fifteen adults, three kids, two teenagers, and two dogs.”

Dean tipped his head. “Piece of cake.”

Julie smirked. “Not pie?”

His fingers flirted over the denim covering her ass. “Saving your pie for later.” He leaned down again for a deeper kiss.

Julie’s backyard had never seen such activity. Lawn chairs scattered over the freshly mowed lawn. Stacey and Carl’s two older children, Evan, 10, and Rory, 7, played cornhole in the driveway. Brigida had latched onto their youngest boy, two year old Dylan, right after everyone had given her a Happy Birthday surprise welcome. Karen’s boyfriend, Carter, the New York Mergers and Acquisitions lawyer, Wes, and Carl kept Dean company by the grill. He seared chicken, flipped hot dogs, checked and rechecked the pork ribs, sipped his beer, and took doneness requests for the beef burgers. 

Samuel chatted under the covered patio with Karen, Stacey, Cat and her partner Sheila, along with the handful of Brigida’s Little Italy neighbors that had made the short trek out of the city to celebrate. Karen’s teenage boys hid most of the time, busy on their phones under the shade of the carport. Julie attempted to involve Karen’s oldest, Khaleel - a sullen 16 who more than likely wanted to be anywhere else - asking if he would man the playlist blaring out of the portable bluetooth speaker. The younger by two years, Kevin, emerged from his cocoon to explain TikTok to Dean. The explanation only furrowed the cook’s brow even more.

Julie caught Dean’s this-is-for-the-guests smile settle into the I’m-actually-kinda-glad-to-see-you version when Cas and Jack finally showed up. Cas had picked up some weekend shifts to make ends meet. Jack was still working his side job as much as he could, balancing school, to save up for his trip to Texas over Winter Break. He was going to MIRL with this fantasy girl if it was the last thing he ever did. At least, that was the confession he had told Julie as the four hung out for a movie and pizza over Dean’s a month back.

Cas took his usual post at Dean’s right side by the grill. Julie glanced over every so often at the comical duo. Somewhere between Abbott and Costello and Martin and Lewis. Dean monitored his friend’s interactions with the new group of men. If Cas needed to pull back on the conversation a bit or shift to another topic, Dean cued him with a slight shake of a head or cough. Cas held his beer in a fierce grip and mimicked Dean when he took a sip. God, there is so much codependency there. What they hell did they go through together? Dean gave Jack a pair of tongs and had him man the second round of dogs. Jack smiled from ear to ear like a teenager getting the keys to the car after passing his driver’s license. And, he’s like a second dad to that kid.    

As was always the case in hosting, and determined to not have her mom lift a finger, Julie barely had time to relax or eat for the first hour of the party. She made sure the other food got served when Dean plattered and presented grilled meats. The two of them used a lot of hand gestures and miming to coordinate everything. Dean would every so often switch things up and make Julie blush with a few obscene ones.   

Once Dean had been schooled by Cat on Salt and Pepa’s breeds - a Samoyed and Belgian Sheepdog, respectively - he had them eating out of and drooling into his hands for scraps. Cas and Jack procured a frisbee from the outdoor toys and tossed it back and forth with the kids. The dogs played monkey in the middle.

Dean called out to Julie once everyone else was situated and eating. “Jules! Got a medium-well burger with your name on it, ready in a minute.” He winked over. She set the last of the latest round of drinks in front of guests and gave him a thumbs up.

Stacey cooed. “Knows just how you like your meat, does he?”

The old college friends did their share of giggling and cackling. Julie pointed a finger from Samuel to Stacey. “No more of your red wine for this one.” 

Carl tapped his wife’s knee. “Take it easy, sweetie.” Stacey gave her husband a slobbery raspberry on the cheek.

“That is a sweet ride.” Carter pointed to Baby in Dean’s driveway as her owner snuck behind Julie. He presented a cheeseburger on a perfectly toasted bun. Julie smiled at the lettuce, tomato, onions and pickles - all her favorites - already on top. The charred meat and fixings smelled divine. Her stomach grumbled. A side glance noted her mom’s own smiling face. Brigida stared over at the both of them while talking to the two older couples.

“Well, you can take a look under the hood later if you want, Carter. Rebuilt her more times than I can count.” He whispered in Julie’s ear. “Eat something before you pass out.”

She grinned, wanting to tease that he sounded like Brigida, but thought better of it. Stacey and the crew were watching their interactions like hungry vultures, ready to pounce on anything too tasty to tease about.

“So, Dean, if the ladies have another girls’ night, maybe we can get us a poker game over at my house.” Carl interjected.

Sheila chimed in, “Only if I can join.”

Julie overheard Cas whisper to Dean in confusion. “Wouldn’t Sheila be a part of girls’ night?”

Dean muttered back, “Not if she has better taste in music than the rest of them.”

Carter shook his head. “Oh, God, you wiped me out last time we played poker Sheila.”

Dean cocked a brow and gave Sheila a lopsided grin. “Some actual competition. Sounds like we gotta make that happen soon.”

Sheila tipped her beer to Dean and gave his frame a thorough inspection.

“My poker skills would benefit from someone new to play with, as well.” Cas nodded to Sheila. “I know all of Dean’s tells at this point. It’s getting rather boring.”

Sheila patted the empty seat next to her. “You might be my new best friend, then, Cas.”

Cas smiled and puffed out his chest.

Dean whispered to Julie, “Should I break the news that he hasn’t a shot in hell?”

Karen helped Julie with some of the kitchen cleanup before dessert. It was really a ruse for alone time and girl talk.

“How was it?” Karen asked in a hushed tone, in case anyone snuck in. She’d known about Julie going on birth control again. Had actually been the one to give her the idea in the first place.

“Which time?” Julie smiled. “We’ve been at it every night since the middle of this week when I surprised him.” She added. “Sometimes two or three times.”

“Jesus. Two or three? Carter’s five years younger than me and two times in one night has never… never happened. Three?” Karen fanned herself over the sink and running water. “How are you handling all that man, Jules?” Her brown eyes widened while she rinsed plates to drop in the dishwasher. 

Julie answered by holding her hands apart to approximate Dean’s length.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Karen’s voice raised. She slapped a palm over her mouth at the outburst. Water and suds flew everywhere.

Julie crossed a finger over her chest, blinking at the water that splashed her face. “When have I lied under oath?” 

“Be careful or you’re going to get a UTI.” She added in a whisper, “From all that fucking.”

Julie laughed. “I booked a follow up with my gyno as soon as I got the prescription. I see her next week.” She whispered back. “Kar, it was amazing, mind blowing before this. But now, it’s like…” Julie trailed off, daydreaming about her lover in the backyard. Her insides sore, throbbing with the memory of him; a deep and beautiful stoking she couldn’t wait to experience again. 

“I think Carter and Carl have crushes on him.” Karen shook her head. “Carter might come in his pants if he gets that car tour.”

“Don’t tell Cat, but I think Sheila might be crushing, too.” Julie giggled.

“We heard that!” Stacey and Cat screamed in unison. Karen and Julie screamed back in shock. Cat, a bit tipsy herself this afternoon, sported a toothy grin. From Julie’s vantage, she was lighter than usual, airy even. One of her arms draped over Stacey’s shoulders as the duo sashayed into the kitchen.

“Only speaking the truth.” Karen raised a hand as the other still clutched her chest at the friendly fright.

Stacey waved a hand. “I get dibs on Dean when Jules is done with him.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Julie rolled her eyes. “Not planning on it anytime soon, Stace.”

Cat opened her mouth. Her eyes caught the threat Julie’s eyes beamed with an intentional telepathy. Cat snapped her jaw shut before the other ladies noticed.

“Not fair to keep all the juicy details to yourself.” Stacey whined, sliding out from Cat’s grip and into one of the kitchen chairs. She slumped over the table, elbow propped, cradling her chin in a manicured hand. “Some of us have needs.” She sighed.

Cat leaned against a counter, eyes glazed behind her glasses. “I think Brigida’s had one too many.”

Julie was happy for the segway but not pleased with the content. She settled her own glasses against the bridge of her nose in a nervous tick. “Really? A saw her with a glass of wine. But, she usually only has a little.”

“I think Wes and Samuel made her a special birthday cocktail.”

“Ugh.” She wiped both hands down across her face. “Love ‘em but those men and their alcohol.”

Stacey did her best pigeon impression again. “Do you love ‘em as much as Dean?”

A very deep throat clearing had all four ladies turn their head to the hallway. Dean stood there carrying a huge empty platter covered in meat bits and juices. “Am I interrupting something?” Julie blushed at the proud grin on his face. He skimmed past Stacey’s seated frame. Stacey was eye level with the denim hugging his ass and licked her lips. He excused himself again and slid around Cat, lifting the platter over Julie’s head winding past, to end up near Karen by the sink. “This is a nasty one. Let me take care of this, Karen.” He offered.

She shook her head. “Hand it over. Least we can do after you did such a stellar job at the grill. You got Kevin to eat a burger that doesn’t come in a fast food bag.”

“That is high praise. Thanks.” He smiled and gave Julie a once over before asking, “Anything else have to go out?”

“You think I should grab the ice cream cake out of the basement fridge?”

“It might be a good idea soon.” Dean shrugged. “Everyone’s either winding down or is pretty hammered.” He glanced over at Stacey.

Julie nodded and pointed at the counter behind him. “Would you take that tray out with the dessert plates and all the other necessities? Pretty please?”

He winked. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Stacey groaned. “Ugh. Could you two reel in the cuteness?”

Julie ignored the request. “Thank you. Cat.” She turned to ask her friend. “Wanna help me with the cake?” 

“Um, sure.” Cat hesitated.

When they got down to the basement, Julie listened to ensure Dean’s heavy steps had made their way out the sliding door and Stacey and Karen were busy talking in the kitchen.

“I’m not the best person to ask to carry a cake upstairs.” Cat mumbled.

“You can spot me.” Her hand rested on the fridge handle. “Speaking of looking out for me…”

“I know. I haven’t reached out much since that last conversation we had.” Cat shrugged. “You sounded happy that night, with him. I figured I should mind my own business for once and stop investigating.”

“Thank you, Cat.” Julie smiled.

“He seems decent, Julie. A good guy, even. Simple. Easy.” Cat waved a hand. “I don’t mean either of those things as a negative.”

Julie laughed. “I know. But, trust me, he’s anything but simple or easy to figure out.” She tilted her head. “I’ve been thinking... would you send me over a couple of those books you found?”

Cat pursed her lips. “I’ll think about it.”

It was ten o’clock by the time Dean and Julie finished with a majority of the clean up from the party. The last dishwasher load had been started, all the guests had gone home, and Brigida was fussing in the kitchen. Dean looked like a very uncomfortable giant next to the birthday lady.

“I don’t need-ah to stay.” Brigida insisted. “Dean-ah can take me home.” Her Italian accent was a lot heavier laced with alcohol.

“No, Dean can’t. None of us should be driving, Ma. We’ve all had a bit too much to drink. You have your extra meds here in your room. You’re going to take them, drink lots of water, and go to bed.”

She waved her hands. “I don’t want to be in the way.”

Julie rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Brigida, we just threw a party for you. How could you think you’re in the way?” Dean asked with true sincerity in his voice.

“Dean-ah.” She clutched his forearm. “I don’t want-ah you to run home. And, I know-ah this one won’t leave me in the house alone-ah. Thinkin’ I won’t be able to walk twenty steps without falling over and knocking myself out-ah.”

Dean shrugged. “It’s not a big deal, I’m pretty tired. Long day.”  

“Ma, Dean can stay over if he wants to.” Julie widened her eyes to encourage Dean to play along.

“Ye-yeah. Sure. We’re both exhausted.” He faked a long yawn and stretched out an arm. “Sooo tired. Gonna conk out as soon as my head hits the pillow.”

Brigida grinned. “You are a bad liar.” She tapped his tummy. “Fine. I’ll get myself ready for bed.” She raised both arms at Julie. “Appy?”

“Very happy.” Julie smiled. “Need me to help you with anything?”

“No.” Brigida motioned for Dean to bend down. She gave him a very long mama bear hug and then squeezed a cheek. “Thank you.”

Julie’s heart warmed at the interaction.

His facial features squirmed under Brigida’s vice grip. “Welcome.”

When she retracted her fingers, she announced, “I’ll be up early cleanin’ and makin’ breakfast.” She shuffled out of the kitchen. Her loud voice rang out in the hallway. “Don’t come down here naked in the morning, Dean-ah. Not-ah unless you got plans for me.”

Dean snorted as Julie yelled. “Ma!” 

Dean shook his head. “She’s even more of a pistol drunk.” He wrapped arms around Julie when they were alone. “I’ll hang out until she’s in her room and sleeping. I don’t think it’ll take long. Help you clean up some more. Then, I’ll duck out.” His kiss was soft and warm.

Julie hummed. “You heard her. She’s making you breakfast.” She shrugged. “You can stay.”

Dean smiled. “Sweetheart, if I stay, we won’t be sleeping.”

“Good.”

They took turns in the upstairs bathroom. Dean first, as usual, since Julie took longer with her nighttime skin routine. Cleanser, applied to her face in gentle circular motions, wiped away the makeup and sweat from the day. Cool water splashed against her skin. Splashes of moments from the party entered her mind. Her mom’s absolute shock and then subsequent soft crying at the surprise. Stacey wrangled the girl power squad together for a group selfie. It would post onto the social medias before Stacey got well and fully sloshed. Cas pulled her to the side to give her a genuine, heartfelt thank you for the invitation. Jack assisted with the dish clearing without even having to be asked. Mom’s ancient, pudgy neighbor, Lydia, who didn’t move once from her seat under the patio, tugged at Julie’s wrist to tell her she needed to do a better job holding onto this man than the last one. 

She patted away most of the wetness with a face towel. This man. She opened the medicine cabinet to put away some items and grab the moisturizer. Everything she disliked about her face on bright display under the bathroom lighting. The pads of her fingers danced over the circles under her eyes and some of the wrinkles forming around her mouth. All those old Italian women and their snarky little comments. Wondering what Dean’s doing with me. Even with all of his secrets and all that she still didn’t know, she still felt that tug of insecurity. Not being good enough. His imperfections, the cracks appearing over the months of infatuation and obsession with this man, were making themselves known. But they were all things she could handle and cast aside at the end of the day. Because all it took was that one second of his eyes locking with hers in that way. That very Dean way. Craving it in that moment, she hurried and worked the cream into her skin.

She entered the dark bedroom. The only illumination was from the television, the volume low and muffled. White light from the screen flashed like lightning over Dean, laid out on the still made bed. 

He had slipped on the grey and blue plaid pajama bottoms Julie bought him. She picked them up as an afterthought one Sunday shopping when he’d started staying over a couple times a week. He came across them, folded and waiting, on the unspoken but understood side of Julie’s bed that was now his. A lopsided grin had been given as thanks.

There was a reason I didn’t buy him a shirt. A remote in hand rested on his tummy and that luscious bare chest. He cradled his head atop two pillows with his other palm; his biceps curled, primed, and ready for action. Legs crossed at the ankles and his foot swayed with an ancy rhythm. The image of him stretched out imprinted in her brain under the bright pops of light as if someone were taking lots of polaroids of this magnificent specimen.  

He turned to her, smiled, then whispered, “Wanna watch something?” The remote was used as a pointing device toward the floor. “I can’t tell if that’s a chainsaw or your mom snoring.”

Julie nodded. “I told you, you can hear everything in this house.”

“Maybe soundproofing needs to be another project.” He frowned. “This is going to be torture.”

She giggled low and soft, hands on her hips, cinching in her oversized nightshirt. “Why?”

His fingers skirted over the comforter creeping in her direction. “Cause I want to make you moan like the other night.” 

That very Dean way. The sexy stare made her smile drop. “Thought you were tired.”

“Come here, sweetheart.” He gave her a chin nod.

Julie sighed and eased onto the bed, aware of every creak and squeak. “Karen was right.”

“‘Bout what?” He opened an arm. His embrace clutched her to his warm chest.

She snuggled in. “You’re going to give me blushing bride syndrome.”

“A blushing what now?”

His lips pressed to hers cut off an immediate response. She nibbled on his chin when he released. “Too much sex. You know, can cause issues down there.”

He pulled back to study her face. “I’m not going to apologize for wanting you.”

“Not asking you to.” She pressed into him.

Mischief lined his lips. “Maybe I should take it easy on you. Give you a break. Since we have to be quiet and all.” He flashed the all-knowing, hot shit grin that stopped her heart. “I mean, we know you can’t keep that dirty little mouth of yours shut when mine’s all over you... or inside you.” His voice was husky and gritty, breathing near her ear. 

“Oh, really?” She whispered her retort. “Who was the one panting and groaning last night about how hard he was going to come?”

Dean latched onto one of her knees. The pull dragged a thigh to rest over his hip. His warm hand traveled and danced along her skin. It snuck under the night shirt; pushed it high up past her waist. Fingers clutched at the top of her bare ass and kneaded. He shifted into her more and wedged their bodies tight. “Nah. You couldn’t have heard that. You were too busy screaming my name over and over.”

A jarring motor-like sound drifted up from Brigida’s bedroom for only a second. They froze in place. Dean chuckled. Tangled together, Julie rested a finger on his mouth. “Shhh.” She pressed into the softness of his perfect pout with more force and threw in a nose crinkle for good measure.

“I wasn’t going to say anything…” His lips struggled to release the words under her finger. Julie had learned early on upon their meeting that Dean enjoyed teasing out a variety of reactions from her.

She sighed and relented the tiny attempt at restraint. “What?”

“When you were in the bathroom earlier and I got a good listen of it all. Actually had something to compare it to.” He paused. “You snore like your mom.” His grin spread slow and wide, lips pursed tight.

Julie’s eyes widened on defense. “No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.” He nodded, still grinning, lifting his brow for emphasis. “Get so loud.” A slight, controlled circling of those strong hips began. The motion matched the sensual rhythm of his verbal descriptions. “You start off so nice and quiet. Then it’s up. And up. And up. Like a freight train in here some nights, sweetheart.”

A few more seconds of silence followed. “Shit.” That was the only admission Julie would allow, listening to his description of her inherited sleeping habits while succumbing to the wondrous feel of his body lighting her up. “Don’t compare me to my mother while doing that, Dean.”

Dean laughed and gave her another chin nod in victory. “Still. Proves my point. Can’t help yourself. Way louder and noisier than I could ever be.” 

Julie nuzzled close, finding the tunnel under his arm. Firm strokes down the slope of his back relished in the heat vibrating through his body. She ran a thumb back and forth over that plump pillow of a bottom lip. “You were the one that almost broke my headboard. Remember? Talk about noise.” And talk about fucking hot. “White knuckling it to get some leverage, slamming it into the wall.” His mouth parted and a hunger filled his gaze. She grinned at the erection hardening more in the pajamas against her patch of curls. “While you were slamming into me.”

He caught her thumb with a clench of teeth. His tongue flirted along the pad before he sucked at it with a low moan. His lips released it when he whispered back. “That was a memorable fuck, sweetheart. You under me. Letting me ride you so hard. Wish I could pound you like that for days. Wreck us both.”

“Jesus, Dean.” Julie moaned, rocking soft against his clothed cock.  “There wouldn’t be anything left of me.”

The hand left her ass, skirted under the shirt. Those meaty fingers landed on the curve of her breast and massaged into bliss. “But what a way to go.” He groaned, then peeled away enough to dip down and mouth a nipple through the shirt. “Shit, got me so hard.” He spoke between licks and sucks. “I wanna fuck you. All. The. Time.” The warmth and wet of his mouth soaked through to the taut nub. “All I could think about today was getting you alone. Here. Like this.” He nudged at the material with his nose to expose the dark, pebbly flesh to the air and his mouth. “Sliding inside you again. Nothin’ but me and you.” He suckled at her tit. When he came up for air and met her gaze, he whispered in that smoke and honey tone. “It feels like home inside you, Jules.”

Dean’s eyes lit up with another flash from the television. Glassy, eager and laser focused with intent. He always downplayed his ability to convey and verbalize feelings. But that confession, those six words - It feels like home inside you - made her whole body shiver. Like the night they’d first had sex. You feel so safe. It had been four little words back then. Not THOSE three little words. But it was pretty damn close.

“I think we should give ourselves a challenge.” The seriousness faded from his face, replaced with that impish grin. “A quiet, well contained, controlled fucking.”

Julie giggled, her body still buzzing from his actions and words. Her hands answered, pulling the pajamas down past his ass. He lifted up from the mattress an inch to assist with the disrobing. The fabric bunched around his knees.

He groaned when she tugged at his cock, free and rigid. She curled toes and peeled the material down far enough so he could shake his feet out the rest of the way. “Turn around, baby.” His voice held an authoritative tone. “Everything. Off.”

In the process of her slow and quiet one-eighty flip she rid herself of the nightshirt. The cool air in the room prickled at hot skin. He moaned at the sight. “That’s not being quiet.” She tisked.

He lassoed her in with a bear hug, onto her side, this time her back sealed along his chest. A haphazard pull at the band released the ponytail. His fingers brushed away strands. Searing lips attacked the exposed flesh of her neck. “Are you gonna be good for me?”

She stifled a moan and nodded.

“Hm.” Fingers slid into the folds, finding the wetness. “Very good so far.” He pushed farther in and searched. Circled her entrance. “All this for me already?” He groaned in her ear. “Goddamn, I wanna get my mouth on that. But we know you really can’t contain yourself when my face is between your legs.” Those fingers ended up at his mouth. She could smell her excitement, inches away. The sound of his lips sucking and his moans stoked her need. “Maybe a challenge for the morning.” He thought aloud.

His body, large and eclipsing, leaned up, shifting. His cock slid between the cheeks of Julie’s ass like a heat seeking missile. She let out a pitiful whine and bit her lip. They hadn’t even talked about that as an option. But every time his cock got tantalizingly close the thought had crossed her mind. She’d never wanted to try, not even with Steve. But Dean. Dean made her want to experience everything.

The sex with Dean had been many things over the past months: fun, playful, sweet, luxuriating, romantic, fast, rough, hard, naughty, and tons of dirty talk. Yet, none of that fifty shades stuff or roleplaying she had anticipated. Almost vanilla sex in comparison from what her mind could conjure up. 

Almost, but never vanilla. Not with Dean. It was that French Vanilla ice cream that you’d get at a family owned creamery worth a two hour drive. One made by an artisan, churned by hand. One bursting with flecks of vanilla bean hitting all the taste buds. It was rich, creamy, indulgent, velvety, cool, lolling about on your tongue, savoring the flavor in the moment, crystalizing a memory for wonderful recollections.  

Still, there was a palpable restraint by Dean, holding back, in terms of physical limits even if never in vocal declarations. Sometimes she thought she could feel the inner shift in Dean. It could be an imperceptible tell if their bodies weren’t so connected; a retraction of his muscles under that worn skin and the myriad of scars she would cling to in mounting desperation of the most amazing kind. He never out and out stated it. Dean never would. But she felt like the pilot in this jet when it came down to it. He was her trusty co-pilot, offering suggestions but always adhering to the final decision, charting her course, making sure she stayed on track, allowing her control. Allowing her safety. 

“No one’s gonna be quiet if we give that a try tonight.” Dean read her mind, again keeping her on track with the original plan. He scooted down, cupping her figure with his. “Any other night, sweetheart, you let me know.” He dotted her back with kisses and wedged a knee between her legs. The motion splayed her bottom half, spreading her. His palm crooked under her knee, bent it just so. “But, this way.” The cock tip pressed at the entrance. “I think we can both get what we need and not wake sleeping beauty.” He licked little patches along her shoulder blade. “What’s that thing you always say?”

Jesus, why is he teasing me now? “When?” She huffed out.

“When you come over and decide to clean up my kitchen.”

“No muss, no fuss?”

He rumbled into her back and began the slide. Inside. “Yeah. That’s it. No Muss. No Fuss.” His large palm grabbed at her breast, latched onto it, thumbed the nipple. She could feel the strength of his hips guiding the wondrous length and girth of his cock. He bottomed into her and stopped. She wanted to feel how tight his ass was clenched in that moment. Sought it out with a hand and squeezed. “Hm.” He approved of the action. “How does that feel, sweetheart?” His voice, low, deep.

“You feel so good inside me Dean. You feel good everywhere.” She moaned when the controlled pistoning switched on. 

“Hm. So, the quiet part is gonna be impossible for you, huh?”

She moaned again, softer, she thought. “This is me being quiet.”

“Baby?” He moaned out the question.

“Yeah?”

“Would you be alright if I helped keep you quiet?”

A fire lit up in her belly. “Yeah.”

He groaned. An arm threaded between her rocking body and the mattress. His hand slid up her chest, over her neck, her jaw. Settled over her mouth. “If it’s too much.” He panted. “If I get too carried away, you tap. Okay?”

She tapped his ass cheek to confirm she understood. Listened to his inhales and exhales. His thumb wedged between her upper lip and the underside of her nose. Two massive fingers clamped over her mouth. The other two had a firm grip under her chin, ensuring her lips stayed closed. All while he pumped in and out of her from behind, slow and purposeful.

“Feel so fucking good.” He whispered. His mouth pecked at her back, shoulder, her side, her arm, anywhere it could reach. “Four nights into your ‘I’m on the pill’ surprise.” He panted out his confession. “I’m sure I’m going to come down eventually, Jules. If that gives you some hope. About this blushing bride thing.” A soft growl left his mouth. “I mean, I’m no Superman.” She moaned into his hand when his pace and thrusts picked up. He was still very much in control and not rocking the bed like she knew he could. “But, I am Batman.” His chuckle vibrated into her back.

He shifted, circled, found that spot in her and focused all his energy. More muffled moans erupted from Julie.

“Shhh, sweetheart.” He used more of his palm against her mouth now, pressed harder against the flesh. “Be good for me.”

The subtle restraint was electric, increasing her pleasure tenfold. The sounds of her slick and his rutting inside her only made her more wet.

“I gotta feel you cum.” He begged. His other hand glided over the top of her thigh, rested against the mattress and palmed her pussy. “I’m gonna work you quick, baby. Okay?”

She nodded as much as she could with the hold of his hand.

He parted the folds, found her swollen clit and took no mercy. It was hard, fast. Explosions of light began popping into her brain. Her body jerked with slight tremors. It wouldn’t be long. “Yeah, that’s it. I love it when you come undone. Cum all over my cock.” Dean whispered.

His voice tipped her into the orgasm. She moaned, tightened, while he continued to pump.

“Yeah, right behind you, Julie. Yeah. Fuck.” And, he was, chasing her with his own orgasm. The pulsing of his cock, the spilling of him inside, warm, mingling with her wet he’d produced. His pants and groans against her back. His weight on her body, hand still cupping her mouth. “Man. I give us an A for effort. But, I wasn’t much better than you in the sound department. I might need a damn muzzle.”

Julie smiled into his palm.

“Sorry, baby.” He removed his hand from her mouth. “Should have tapped me. You okay?”

She nodded into the comforter. “Oh, yeah.” Eased onto her back. “Definitely. Can we do more of that?”

He laughed, staring with those beautiful eyes, crinkles extending the gleeful expression on his face. That very Dean way. “Sure.” He shrugged. “Just maybe not tonight?” He kissed her lips, then flashed her an exhausted smile. “I really am pretty beat. Been one helluva long day.”

Julie nodded. “Me too.” She tapped his forearm. “Bathroom again for me and then sleep.”

“Don’t be long.” He collapsed onto his back and closed his eyes.

She smiled, closing the bathroom door. He’d be asleep by the time she slipped back into bed. The sounds of his snores would cover a variety of animals from a grunting pig to a snarling lion. But she wouldn’t tease him in the morning about it. She promised to give him a pass.

Part 2

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In case you didn't know this, I'm also on Archiveofourown under the same username! On there, you will find the fanfiction that I will begin posting here today. Therefore, without further ado,

Brooklyn's Night Terrors

A Steve Rogers X Reader fanfiction

The pretty scientist working to eradicate a vigilante villain catches the eye of the former Captain America. He jumps back into the time machine, becoming young again in order to live out a new life with his best friends, and perhaps her.

Paradise has a price, however.

The tracked vigilante kidnaps Sam Wilson and leaves the shield for Steve to take up one last time. Reluctantly, Steve takes on the mantle of Captain America once more as he teams up with his old pal Bucky Barnes and the beautiful and deadly smart scientist.

"Lust can cloud the mind, but love makes it clear as day."

Chapter One: Night Calls

He was tired.

So very tired of having to throw around a stupid Frisbee just to save the world, only for it to be attacked again.

Steve just wanted a little peace and quiet for once in his life.

He didn't regret the choices he made. But now, Bucky could barely look at him. Maybe there was a little regret there, just for his best friend.

Still, the life he had chosen didn't prevent him from wanting to still know what was going on. Sam took him down to a new office a few months after Steve returned to look at what new and interesting villains might be threatening the city.

"Serious Predicaments Evolving Citywide and In All Locations," Sam read, pushing Steve's wheelchair up the accessible ramp. "The officers call it S.P.E.C.I.A.L."

Steve smiled. "At least the world isn't done with insane acronyms."

Sam laughed. "You got that right. Did you hear what happened with that kid Tony brought to the battles?" His tone turned serious, even as they went through the spinning door. Sam loved spinning doors. "Tony left an AI for Peter, E.D.I.T.H. Even Dead I'm The Hero."

"Heard something like that, but I just remember what happened in London." Steve shivered. "Almost makes me want to take the shield back."

"Almost?" Sam teased. "You're not getting this back, man."

Steve chuckled as they headed further inside, towards what Sam described as "smart women central". "A lot of the scientists here are actually women. Turns out they are a bit smarter than us," Sam explained, stopping the wheelchair outside of the lab.

"That they are," Steve said, leaning forward, even though that didn't help his back, and watching the scene inside. All of the people inside except one were staring up at the board, where a woman stood, giving a presentation.

Sam whistled. "That's the top scientist. She's won two Nobel Prizes, one for Physics and one for Peace. Eradicated a lot of threats that could have destroyed a lot more than a couple of cities."

"Oh, so when she does it, she's 'internationally recognized' and 'a hero'," Steve joked. "But when we do it, we're 'dangerous' and 'need to be put in check'."

"The difference," Sam snickered as he headed for the door, "is that she didn't save a city by destroying it."

He opened the door, and the scientist's voice drifted out. "...we believe that this vigilante may have obtained the time machine used to send the Avengers back in time to collect the six Infinity Stones. Our theory is that she will use it to bring back the Winter Soldier and perhaps Agent Romanoff, before Romanoff was taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D."

Graciously, Sam propped the door open so Steve could still listen, then went inside, leaning down to tell a scientist a joke. "Doctor!" he greeted her, taking an empty chair in the second row.

"Thanks for coming, Captain," she returned with a wink. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present Sam Wilson, who, as usual, is fashionably late to the party." She grinned, stepping aside and offering the floor to Sam.

Sam, with his usual theatrics, stood and strutted to the front of the room. "This vigilante is dangerous. We are absolutely sure of that, but we believe that we can and will beat her. The only time machine she has is the van used by Scott Lang, so the Avengers still have their own time machine. What we are hoping for is that we can pinpoint the moment she plans to capture the Winter Soldier and intercept her there. This is, of course, a last-ditch resort in case we don't take her down while we are in this time."

Steve watched, impressed. Sam had always been confident, but he hadn't really spoken in front of people a lot. This was new for Sam, and he was doing an excellent job at it. His eyes flicked to the scientist, who was watching Sam with interest. He smiled to himself, turning his attention back to Sam, who was saying something about how the heroes would win and he was confident in their success.

When they left the building after Sam's pep talk, Steve instructed Sam to take him to the old Avengers facility upstate. "I'd like to see if Bruce can make some adjustments to the time machine. They can be reversed and we'll still have the machine if we need it."

Sam relented after more pleading. Even the grit of Sam Wilson was no match for Old Man Steve's puppy dog eyes.

"You sure this is safe, Bruce?" Bucky asked, keeping an eye on Steve as he hobbled over to the time machine.

"67% sure," Bruce said, fiddling with the controls. "Should be adjusted correctly." He pressed a button and Steve was sucked into the machine.

Bucky rubbed his face. "Bruce, any second now I'd like my best friend back."

Bruce pressed another button and Steve flew back out. He looked young again, but-

Steve began to cough violently, clearly struggling to stay on his feet.

"Send him back in! That's teenage Steve!" Bucky yelled, running over and grabbing Bruce's arm.

"Okay, okay!" Bruce said. He pressed another button and Steve went back in. A few seconds later, Bruce pressed another button and he came back out, this time appearing to be the Steve from seconds before he returned the Infinity Stones.

Steve took off the helmet and shook out his hair. "Am I blond again?" he asked.

Bucky laughed. "Always have been on the inside."

"Was that a dumb blonde joke?" a voice asked from the door. Sharon Carter strode inside, leading the scientist from the presentation with her. "Just wanted to bring up my favorite doctor to see the time machine and what we've got to work with."

Bucky gave the agent a playful smile. "All in good fun, Agent Carter."

"I see our old hero is young again," you said, walking up to Steve. "The world is grateful for everything you've done for it, Captain."

Steve offered you his hand, and you took it. "Thank you for your kind words, but I think I've had enough avenging for one lifetime."

"More than one, from what I gather just took place," you joked.

Bucky cleared his throat. "We've got business to take care of, Doctor. Thanks for stopping by."

You turned away from Steve. "Right. Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You gave him a warm smile and Bucky smiled back.

Steve sighed. It was back to the 40's all over again. Bucky flirted with a girl and Steve had to sit there and watch. Still, he didn't even know your name.

"Oh! Where are my manners?" You spun back to Steve and told him your name, a smile crossing your face at the end of it, as if your own name was the greatest delight in the world. He tested it out, and found that saying your name gave him joy too, but no more joy than when you gave him a wink, a nod, said, "Steve," and then left, dragging Sharon with her.

Bucky strolled over to Steve, giving his friend a smirk. "Someone's got the hots for a scientist," he sang, ruffling Steve's hair.

Steve swatted his hand away.

"Just think!" Bucky joked, "if she'd walked in a few minutes ago, your life could have become Grumpy Old Men!"

"I understood that reference, and I wish I didn't understand that reference," Steve groaned. "Stop, Buck."

Bucky laughed. "Sorry, Steve, I couldn't help myself."

Bruce cleared his throat. "Who wants to help me fix the time machine in case S.P.E.C.I.A.L. needs it?"

Steve sighed and headed over to help Bruce. With Bucky's sense of humor, it was going to be a long day.

Sharon gave you a poke once you two were in the hallway. "You never wear makeup to work."

"I'm not wearing makeup," you shot back.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. Before you could react, she had smudged her thumb across your eyelid and it came away brown. "Makeup. You knew Sam was coming in to talk today, didn't you?"

You shook your head and started walking, forcing her to catch up. "I always wear makeup for presentation days. You've seen me at my worst, Sharon."

Sharon smiled. "I have, and need I remind you that I have some pictures from those days?"

This stopped you in your tracks. "You wouldn't dare."

"I have Wilson's contact information. You've gotta ask that boy out, or I'll send him the pictures." She grinned, knowing she had you.

You gritted your teeth. Sharon always knew how to get you to do what she wanted. "Fine. I'll ask him out tomorrow. But not a word of this is spoken outside of our conversations, or I'll send that agent you're talking to the footage from your apartment hallway when you lived across from Steve."

Her eyes widened comically. "You wouldn't dare," she threatened.

"Send the pictures to anyone, and they find out exactly how much Sharon Carter had the hots for Steven Grant Rogers." You scrunched up your nose, giving Sharon the cutest face you could.

"I never told you his full name," Sharon teased.

You blushed. "I do my research like any decent scientist."

The two of you made your way back to headquarters, still poking fun at each other for supposed and not-supposed crushes. Sharon was a good friend of yours, but she could be such a tease, especially when it came to your crush on Sam Wilson. Your resolve was strong, though. Tomorrow, when Sam came to check your progress on the time machine, you'd ask him out for coffee. You'd need a good night's sleep first, though. It was getting pretty late.

[cadday]

Collateral Damage Chapter 8

For a while everything just returns to routine. He gets up, goes on guard duty or assists infrequently in the labs, which really translates to picking at Even. Some days he trains with Dilan and Aeleus, some days he just trains the brat Lea, who is okay to have hang around when he isn’t mooning over the Isa. He sometimes asks his other heart resident questions and she answers kinda vaguely but from what he can tell she’s older than him somehow, and knows Luxu at least by name. She is also a key bearer who isn’t keen on Luxu doing whatever it is Luxu is doing. So makes her an ally. Which is good. What’s not good is her heart not getting much stronger and she sleeps most of the time more out of necessity then anything else. He worries she’s going to just vanish one of these days and there won’t be much else to be done about it.

Besides he concerns Radiant Garden remains, well, radiant. It shows no signs of falling to darkness as it is, and the few heartless interlopers they dispatch are few and weak. Braig still gets fidgety for days when they appear and he lurks in the courtyard until he catches sight of the little redhead girl on days where he thinks there are too many. She doesn’t ever seem to be in danger or missing from action so he tries to relax and stay some semblance of positive.

It’s freaking storming when things go wrong, because of course it is. It’s been more than a month since he’d been restored to just Braig and he should have known not to let his guard down.

At first Braig is loitering around the library, Ienzo was reading and Braig, with some assistance from Lea and Isa after he egged them on enough, had built a book fort around the other boy. They were trying to figure out the best way to make a doorway that didn’t collapse immediately when Aeleus came in the room, soaking wet and a little worse for wear.

“Braig something’s happened…” He’s up and running out of the library before Aeleus gets much more out. The man is hot on his heels though and quickly catches up to him to keep pace.

“Master Ansem, Even, and Dilan went ahead. They sent me back to get you, some little girl showed up in the storm and said that monsters had attacked them.” They ran out the door and into the storm and Braig cringed at the lack of visibility. Aeleus steered them off towards the residential districts and they slowed down when they were greeted by several people loitering around their doorways looking on concerned. They spotted Master Ansem, and Even at a smaller house down the street. The little girl was their clinging with Even’s labcoat wrapped around her awkwardly. They were all soaked from the rain and Even was kneeling next to the girl talking about something with a serious expression. Master Ansem looked less than happy.

“What happened?” They skidded to a stop and Braig noticed the house's windows were all shattered. He cringed before looking back at Ansem.

“The heartless returned and…” He glanced at the girl before frowning and stopping his thought. Braig could only guess that there was a reason the kid’s grandma wasn’t around. Dilan came out of the house then looking grim, he shook his head and Braig tried not to wonder if he could have prevented this. He felt something hit his leg and he stumbled a bit startled. Looking down he was greeted by the girl clinging to him for dear life. Master Ansem sighed.

“Now Kairi, it is going to be okay,” Ansem looked back at the house and shook his head. “She will have to return with us until other arrangements are made, we should at least get out of the rain before we all catch a cold.” Braig watched the rest of the apprentices watch the girl, Kairi, unsure of how to proceed and he sighed before picking her up.

“Well let’s go then. It’s freaking cold out here and I don’t fancy getting struck by lightning.”

The trek back to the castle was mostly quiet and Braig tried not to think about how young Kairi was and how she wasn’t much older in the time he had already lived through. Back in the castle Isa, Lea, and Ienzo were loitering around the entrance trying to not look concerned when they came back soaking wet with another kid. Master Ansem waved them off though, which only meant they kept lingering in doorways as they all took turns getting dried off and keeping an eye on Kairi. She was really quiet and Even said it was most likely shock. At some point Ienzo, Lea, and Isa had begun dragging in pillows and blankets, and a very ridiculous teddy bear to pile around her and eventually they all took to laying around the sitting room he was holed up in waiting to see what happened. Dilan and Aeleus had gone back to the street to see if anything else had been attacked or anyone for that matter. Even was falling into the role of fussing Dad again as he kept checking Kairi’s temperature and fussing around the sitting room until Braig got so frustrated with his fidgeting around he tripped him into the seat next to him. Braig was just sitting. Master Ansem had commented about Kairi seeming to recognize him and Braig mentioned meeting her on patrol, which apparently meant he wanted to help babysit. Honestly he preferred this to returning to the street, for one the rain sucked, but mainly he was having a hard time coping with, well this failure. Heartless taking hearts could mean Radiant Garden could still fall, albeit slower. Without the machine it could give them more time to stop it.

He would have to teach Kairi how to summon the keyblade. Braig didn’t really have much choice. The heart sent a feeling of agreement and he frowned slightly. Not right now though. The kid needed time to cope and Braig needed to figure out how he was going to explain any of this to the other’s if and probably when they found out what he was up to. Sure he would be able to explain training the kid as concern for her well being but well when the keyblade shows up there will probably be some questions. Eventually Dilan and Aeleus return with less than stellar news. Two families were missing from nearby houses as well as an older gentleman who lived alone next door. Broken windows and in one house the dining room looked like it had been splintered into a hundred pieces.

Braig wanted to hit his head on the wall. Instead he helped send the brat’s to their rooms for the night and helped Even as he set Kairi up in a guest room. She still wasn’t talking but their was not much else they could do tonight. Braig hoped the sunrise would bring a positive light back to the world.

“Kid my rooms two halls away okay, a left into the big hall and then another left. I’m the first door on the right. You need anything feel free to wake me up. If you can’t find me feel free to just yell until someone finds you. Lea yells when he's lost all the time as well so everyones used to it.” Kairi didn’t even look at him so he sighed, “Good night kid.” He shut the door and headed to his room to turn in.

The next week Master Ansem sets about trying to find a place for Kairi, and after exhausting family and friends as being unable or otherwise not around anymore, Kairi becomes a fixture in the castle. Which is convenient for Braig but makes Even get dramatically aggravated for a while even as he personally makes her and Ienzo chocolate chip waffles for breakfast that morning and then takes them shopping to get Kairi some things for her new room. Kairi is so little and it takes her some time to adjust as much as it does them.

She has nightmares. Screaming, crying terrors, in the middle of the night. They take turns based on who gets to her first really to calm her down. Aeleus buys her a night light shaped like a star. It changes colors and seems to help a bit.

Lea and Kairi get along remarkably well. He carries her everywhere and Isa indulges her just as much because it makes Lea light up like the freaking sun when he does.

Ienzo shows Kairi books and stories, and reads to her a lot. She likes stories of worlds, and different places. Stuff with happy endings and magical creatures. Her favorites have dragons, and her least favorites have princesses locked away or sleeping. The kids though are okay and Braig feels a little hopeful again. Seeing Kairi with the other kids though reminds him this kid is way too little to be fighting anything.

‘not safe if she can’t fight.’ And his weird heart friend is right but it still doesn’t make it suck any less. So Braig out of spite and because frisbees are not weapons, buys Isa and Lea real weapons. He gets a lecture for it about safety, sights christmas presents only to be told it’s the middle of summer but who cares, they were training them to fight anyway. Isa is not really thrilled at being given a weapon, he gets a sword because braig figures it’s close enough to what he used later and giving a teen a claymore seemed like the road to injury. Lea gets chakrams, because he can’t think of anything else to get the kid, but they're plain compared to the memories warring in his head and little more than bladed circles. The little turd actually complains they lack style and he tells him he can have nicer ones when he can use those properly.

Ienzo gets a book on magic because he feels guilty buying the other twerps things and not the younger boy. Ienzo seems at least happy with it and Even is just happy he didn’t get Ienzo a sharp thing he thinks.

Training Lea and Isa is equal parts awful and hilarious. They tend to alternate between being motivated and lazy and he finds while Lea’s style he get’s, kids bendy and fast and he can work with that, Isa kinda fights like he’s trying to break everything into a million pieces, for being so calm Isa has a temper just as much as Lea in a fight. So he starts dragging Dilan and Aeleus into training, and then pushing the little berserker in their direction.

This is fine for a while and he feels better when they all can defend themselves adequately. Heartless still came and went, they kept an eye on darker days and there were casualties but few and far between.

As time moves on Braig feels a little better about the changes, and starts to think less of what hasn’t happened. Aqua never does return, and he assumes the worst and adds it to his growing list of failures. Years pass and he teaches Kairi to summon the keyblade, with the guidance of the other heart, under the guise of meditation or some bologna. She proceeds to run around the castle showing everyone her giant flowery key. He pushes Even in the right direction into understanding what it’s for and not before long Kairi under strict supervision is riding Radiant Garden of heartless. They take turns going on jobs with her and the kid turns out to be a scrappy little thing in a fight. She’s all quick movements and dancing away from attacks. Lea likes sparring with her the most and they spend hours in complicated spars trying to wear the other out.

Braig still feel’s tense though and as he watches the kids grow up they get closer to another major point in his time that hasn’t happened. Ansem Seeker of Darkness might not even exist in this world, no Xehanort Terra meant no Xemnas so really they shouldn’t have anything to worry about...

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Hawaiian Vacation

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (ex), language, sad/lost child

Word Count: 3934

A/N: This was written for Lau’s @dancingalone21 Summer Escape Challenge. This is like two years too late I’m so sorry for that love. I just had so much going on for a while that I just couldn’t write. My chosen destination was Honolulu, Hawaii. No beta and I know this is crap but this is my first piece of writing in a while so please take pity on me I’m rusty.

Summary: When you walk in on your fiancé in a compromising position, you pack up and take off on what would have been your honeymoon with your best friend. While in Hawaii, you run into Jensen who will forever change your life in a few short days.

One week. That was it before you were married to the love of your life Taylor. You couldn't wait. You had been planning this wedding for the last year and a half and it was finally here.

You had your final dress fitting today and it fits you beautifully. You felt like a princess. All your last final details were pretty much set. Now, all you had to do was check with Taylor to make sure he had all his final details put together.

That's where you were headed now. You were headed home to your beloved fiancé not expecting what you were about to walk into.

When you walk in the front door you immediately knew something was off.

"Taylor?" you yelled. No response. "Taylor, honey, are you home?" Still no response. You traveled further into your shared home and saw some clothes on the stairs on the way up to your bedroom. Female clothes that were not yours. It didn't take a genius to figure out what you were about to walk into.

You picked up the clothes on your way up to the door when you heard the moaning sounds of a woman being pleasured. At this point, you were fuming. ‘Really in our bed? One week away from our wedding?' you thought to yourself

"Taylor Shawn Ferly!" you shouted as you stormed through the door. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Or rather who the fuck, I guess is more appropriate."

"Y/N! I…. This…. You…. Fuck this is not what it looks like," Taylor said as he got off the slut naked in YOUR bed.

"Really???!!!?!?! Because it looks like you are fucking some slut in our house, in our room, in our bed a week before our wedding."

Just then Taylor moved just enough so you could see exactly who this homewrecker was, and you were not prepared for the sight before you. "RANDY! Are you fucking serious right now? That's low even for you Taylor. My fucking sister? I can't even believe what I am seeing right now. How could you do this to me, Randy? You are my sister and that is my fiancé. How could you sleep with him knowing we are getting married next week?" you cried.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen," she pleaded.

"Yeah babe, we both didn't mean for this to happen," Taylor added.

You threw Randy's clothes at her and screamed, "Get the fuck out of my house." With that order, she ran out the door putting her clothes back on.

"Babe-" Taylor tried.

"Save it, asshole. If you didn't want this to happen and if you loved me, it wouldn't have happened. You are scum, the lowest of the low. You don't even deserve my screams right now, but I can't hold it back," you screamed as you yanked the diamond ring off your finger and threw it at him.

"I will be staying with Dana and she and I will be going on what was supposed to be our Hawaiian honeymoon," you cried as you grabbed your suitcase and started shoving all the clothes you could in it and pack other essentials from the bathroom that you might need.

Taylor started getting dressed and nodded his head. "Babe, can we at least talk about this?"

"No, this," you pointed between the two of you, "whatever it was is completely and 100% over. Done. You made your bed now you get to lie in it. Peace out dick head," you said as you walked out the door with your suitcase and got in your car and called Dana, your best friend.

Once you got to her house you explained everything that happened in the last hour and cried more over a bottle of wine.

"What a fucking asshole and your sister is a mega-bitch and slut," she said.

"I know. I should have known they were talking way too much lately. He kept saying it was for the wedding to take the stress off me a bit but considering both of their histories I should have seen it coming."

"Girl, you knock that off right now. He was supposed to love you. You shouldn't have had to worry about something like this happening."

"I know, but it still hurts. I did love him."

"I get that sweetie but screw him. He is the one losing a gem here, not you. But I know how we can get him back."

"Way ahead of you. Already have the tickets in my bag."

"That's my girl. You can still get your deposits back from all the wedding shit, right?"

"From the park, flowers, and catering, yes, but the dress, I'm biting the bullet on that one."

"That's fine you may still use that one day, but forget about that for now because, in one short week, we will be in Hawaii, baby."

"Yes, we will."

One Week Later

The sun was shining, and you were laid on the beach outside the Prince Waikiki Hotel in your brand-new bikini. Dana was up at the bar getting you both drinks to help get your mind off Taylor and Randy and the wedding you would never have.

You were caught in your thoughts about walking in on your now-ex when you felt something, or rather someone, trip over your legs. It was a little blond girl who looked about 5 years old and as adorable as can be.

"I'm sorry miss. I didn't mean to trip over you. I wasn't looking where I was going," the little girl said.

"It's okay sweetheart. No worries. Are you okay?" you responded.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

Just then a tall, handsome, brown-haired, green-eyed man came running over.

"I'm so sorry ma'am. We were playing frisbee and JJ here was running to catch it when she tripped over you," the handsome man said.

"It's fine. There were no injuries as long as she is okay is all that matters," you bent down to pick up the frisbee that landed next to you and turned to JJ. "Here you go, sweetie. I think this belongs to you," you said.

"Thank you, miss. Daddy let’s go play more," JJ said.

"In a minute JJ. I'm Jensen by the way and this is my daughter JJ," the man said as he held out his hand for you to shake.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you both," you responded as you shook his hand.

"Hey girl I got the drinks," Dana said as she walked over. "Who's this?"

"This is Jensen and his beautiful daughter JJ. We were just talking after JJ tripped over my legs," you said.

"Well it was nice to meet you, Y/N," Jensen said as he and JJ walked away.

"He was hot as hell. Did you get his number?" Dana asked.

"No. A guy as hot as that is most definitely taken not to mention he has a kid, so he is probably married to someone who is just as hot as him and hasn't been cheated on."

"Girl knock that off right now. You are fucking gorgeous and any man would be lucky as hell to have you."

With that, you just nodded and you both drank your drinks while enjoying the Hawaiian sun.

Later that Night

One of the benefits of the hotel you were staying at was they had a bunch of different fun events you could attend. Tonight, was Luau night and you had the perfect dress for it that wouldn't be too hot, and you would be comfortable. Dana wore her classic shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. When you both were done you headed out.

It was everything you hoped it would be. The tiki torches, the fire performers, the hula dancers, even the roasted pig. The only thing that would make it better would be a guy to enjoy the night with.

When you were in your thoughts you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see none other than little JJ.

"Daddy! Look who I found. It's Y/N," JJ said.

"Yes, you did, sweetie. Hello Y/N. Hello Dana," Jensen said.

"Hello, Jensen, why don't you and JJ sit here with Y/N and me?" Dana suggested.

You through her a ‘what do you think you are doing' look and turned to Jensen with a smile. "I'm sure Jensen has to go back and sit with his wife."

"Nope. No wife. Just me and JJ here and before you ask no girlfriend either. It's kind of a daddy-daughter thing," Jensen replied. "We would love to sit with you, right JJ?"

"YEAH!" JJ shrieked.

She settled into the seat next to you. You thought she was the most adorable little girl in the world. "So, JJ, what is your favorite food?"

"I like chicken and ‘pasghetti," she answered.

"Well, wouldn't you know those are my favorites too," you responded.

You spent the next hour giggling and playing with JJ. You were always good with children and she was such a good little girl it just came naturally to you. She was getting kind of sweaty, so you braided her hair for her, and she hugged you. You couldn't deny that you were forming a bond with this little girl.

What you didn't notice was the look that Jensen was giving you. He couldn't help but admire the way you interacted with his daughter. She was his whole world and the fact that it seemed to come so naturally for you just tickled him pink.

Soon after your main entrée arrived and that's when the chit chat between you and Jensen began. You figured out that you both grew up in Austin and both still live in Texas. You both had a lot in common and it was nice to finally be able to talk and not think about Taylor.

After the Luau Dana went back to the room, but you and Jensen wanted to continue the night a little bit longer. So, Jensen, JJ, and you all went walking along the beach for a while. JJ got tired after a bit, so you offered to carry her and she fell asleep in your arms.

"So, what brings you to Hawaii from good ol' Texas? "Jensen asked.

"You know just needed a vacation away from home. How about you?"

"Like I said before it's a daddy-daughter vacation. I try and get as much fun time with JJ as I can. She is my world and I try to give her everything I can."

"I can see that. She's a wonderful little girl. You are raising her well. Most little kids I meet don't even know what manners are, but she just seems to naturally get it."

"Well, thank you. I try my best. You should also commend yourself, you are great with her. I could help but see that at the luau tonight. She has taken a liking in you."

"I've always been good with children. I guess it's a gift."

"It really is."

Jensen looked down at his phone and saw that it was getting late. You guys said your goodbyes and he scooped up JJ and went back to their room while you took your time walking back yours think about how easy things were with Jensen. Nothing like they were with Taylor.

Next Day

“Hey Dana, why don’t we hit up the pool today?”

“Sounds good. Let me just grab some towels and we can head out. Do you need some sun tan lotion?”

“Naw I’m good.”

You and Dana head down to the enormous pool and decide on a set of chairs off to the side away from the main group of chairs. You get settled in with your towel under you and your shades on. Dana went to the pool bar to get you guys some drinks while you waited.

It had been about 20 minutes since Dana left and you began to wonder where the hell she was at. You turned around and looked towards the bar to see Dana leaning over the bar giggling with some tall scrawny dude that you knew was her type. At this point you knew she was as good as gone. You loved Dana to death, but she was a bit of a hoe, but that just made you love her even more. Anyway, you knew is meant she would be gone for a while and you would be left alone.

Before you could dwell on the fact that you were alone you heard a shriek that you would know anywhere. It was JJ and she came running up to you and gave you a hug which you were more than happy to return.

“JJ you can’t just run away like that,” said Jensen running up behind her. “Hi y/n what’s up?”  

“Hey Jensen. I’m just sitting here all by my lonesome since my very rude best friend ditched me for a guy,” you replied.

“Well that was not very nice of her. Why don’t you spend the rest of the day with JJ and I?” he offered.

“Well, that sounds like a good day to me,” you said as you tickled JJ into a hug.

You guys spend the next few hours playing Marco polo in the pool, having pool noodle fights, and racing up and down the pool.

While JJ was sitting in your chair eating her fruit snacks Jensen pulled you aside. “Hey y/n would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

His request shocked you. You were not expecting a man like that to be interested in a girl like you especially after what happened with Taylor. You didn’t think anyone would be interested in you. “What about JJ? What are you gonna do about her when we go out?”

“I got that covered. We came with my best friend Jared and his family and he has already agreed to watch her for me if I wanted some alone time.”

“In that case I guess dinner sounds nice.”

“Good I’ll pick you up at 7. Does that sound good?”

“Sounds good.” At this point it was almost 5 so you both agreed that you would go to your rooms to get ready for your evening. You gave both Jensen and JJ hugs and you guys went your separate ways.

You were glad you decided to bring one dressy outfit as now you clearly needed it. You showered and put on your summer dress. You did all the prep that women usually do for dates, the hair, the make-up, and the works. You walked out to see Dana dressed up as well.

“Hey good looking, what are you all dressed up for?” you asked Dana.

“You know that guy I met earlier? Well, he invited me out tonight. What about you?”

“Well, I have a date with Jensen tonight.”

“That’s awesome.”

Before you could continue there was a knock on the door. You looked at the clock and saw that it was exactly 7 o’clock. You had to admire his punctuality.

You opened the door and he was like a dream. He was so handsome and couldn’t figure out why in the world he would pick a girl like you.

“You look beautiful,” Jensen said.

“Thank you, Jensen. You don’t look to bad about yourself.”

You and Dana said your goodbyes and she told you not to wait up and you left with Jensen.

You pulled up to one of the most beautiful and fancy restaurants you have ever seen. You both go in and of course he has a reservation which you had no idea how he got in such short time considering the place was packed. You got to the table and he pulled the chair out for you and did all the gentlemanly things you didn’t think guys did anymore.

“This is so nice. How did you ever get a reservation here?” you asked.

“I have my ways,” he said with a gorgeous smile.

“So, what is it you do for a living?”

“I’m actually an actor. I am on a show called Supernatural.”

“That’s why you look so familiar. I have seen an episode or two of that show, but I don’t really have a lot of time for tv.”

“It’s nice to not have someone recognize you,” he giggled. “What is it that keeps you so busy?”

“I am a social worker.”

“Very nice. That explains why you are so good with kids.”

“Well I actually got the job because I was already good with kids and I got the degree of course.”

At this point the waiter came over and gave you your drinks and took your dinner orders.

“Tell me how’s a beautiful girl like you still single?”

You cringed at the question. You knew this was bound to come up sooner or later. You were just hopping it would be later rather than sooner. “Honestly, I just got out of a serious relationship that did not end well at all. It’s kinda the real reason I took this trip.”

“I see. Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

“It’s fine. I was actually engaged to my long-time boyfriend Taylor. I thought we were madly in love and couldn’t wait for our wedding. But a week before we were supposed to get married, I came home from work a little early and caught him in bed with another woman.”

“That’s messed up.”

“Yeah the worst part was that the woman was my sister Randy.”

“Talk about the ultimate betrayal.”

“Yeah so suffice to say I called off the wedding and this trip was supposed to be our honeymoon, but the tickets were non refundable so my friend Dana suggested that we take the vacation to let loose and not think about it. However, this all happened a little over a week ago and forgetting about is not quite that easy.”

“I can imagine. That is terrible. I am so sorry that happened to you.”

“Me too. Anyway, how are you still single?”

“Well, single dad thing aside, my job also keeps me very busy.”

“What about JJ’s mom?”

“I knew that would come up eventually. We were actually married for a few years and I thought we were happy, but I guess she wasn’t. About a year ago we got divorced because she said my job took too much of my time. Which she wasn’t wrong about. So, we got divorced but still maintain a good relationship for JJ’s sake. There’s no hate there.”

“That’s so nice. It’s wonderful you guys could put your problems aside for JJ.”

“Yeah, that little girl is everything to us. Anyway, do you have any kids?”

“No. Unfortunately my job has kept me too busy for that, but I would like to one day.”

Before Jensen could respond the waiter came over with your dinner and you began to eat. The rest of the night went along smoothly with you and Jensen talking about personal details about yourself. You took a walk along the beach after dinner until you realized it was getting late.

Jensen being the gentleman he was walked you to your door.

“I had a really great time tonight,” you said.

“Me too. You are such an easy person to talk to. It’s like I’ve known you forever,” he replied as he leaned in slowly and placed his lips gently on yours and began to kiss you. Of course, you reciprocated. As the kiss starts to deepen you push back a little and grab the key to your door and unlocked it. Jensen kissed you again as you both walked into the room and closed the door behind you.

The Next Morning

You woke up the next morning to feel the bed next to you empty. You got up still wrapped in the bed sheet and saw a note on the side table.

               Good Morning Y/N,

                    Sorry I had to leave early. I had to get JJ and didn’t want to wake you up. I had a great time with you last night and hope we can do it again

                                                                               Xoxo Jensen

You smiled at the note and decided to get ready for the day. You laid out your outfit and jumped into the shower.

After you were dressed and doing your hair Dana strolled in still wearing last nights clothes. “Well, look who’s doing the walk of shame,” you said to Dana with a smile. She just smirked and walked into the bathroom.

You decided that you were going to do a little shopping, so you went down to the shops that were down the street from the hotel. However, when you got there you weren’t expected it to be as busy as it was. It was like Walmart on black Friday. Basically, it was a mad house.

Before you could turn around and head back to the hotel, you heard a crying noise. You walked around the corner and saw little JJ sitting on the ground huddled up and crying. She was all alone so you ran to her and grabbed her attention without scaring her. She saw you and ran into your arms.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Where’s your dad?”

“I lost him. I don’t know where he is. He was behind me then he was gone.”

“It’s okay sweetie. I got you. Let’s go find him together,” you said as you grabbed her hand.

You searched the first shop and found nothing. So, you continued from shop to shop until you hit the fourth shop and you finally found Jensen. JJ ran up to her father who engulfed her in a giant hug.

“Thank god you’re safe, JJ,” Jensen said as he kissed her head. “Thank you so much y/n. I was freaking out. I got lost in the crowd and the next thing I knew little JJ here was gone.”

“It was no problem Jensen. I’m just glad I found her.”

“Me too. Do you have any plans today?”

“Not really. I was just gonna do some shopping and chill why?”

“Well, we were just gonna do some shopping too. Care to join us?”

“Sure. That sounds like fun.”

You ended up spending the next few hours going from shop to shop with Jensen and JJ having a good time. You even went out to lunch where you and JJ made Jensen spill his drink on his pants and laughed at him saying he peed himself.

Since this was your last night in Honolulu you went to Jensen’s room so you could the talk you had been long dreading.

“Hey y/n, come in.”

“Hey Jensen, can we talk?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I have been dreading this conversation all day. But tonight, is my last night in Honolulu which means it’s the last night I’ll see you and JJ, and I really don’t want it to be the last time we see each other.”

“Me neither. I really think we have something special here despite only meeting less than a week ago. We both live in Texas why don’t we give this relationship a shot?”

“I really want to, but I live an hour away from Austin. How are we supposed to make that work?”

“An hour is nothing. We can figure the details out later but if you are willing to give this a shot then so am I. So, are you?”

“Yes.”

And with that Jensen pulled you into a kiss and your worries about the future faded away. You two would figure it out together.

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The Price of Life Chapter Three

So I’ve sent this to be Beta’d but I’m frankly too excited to wait so happy birthday to you, tumblr. I reserve the right to make changes, such as when I discover tumblr formatting has eaten all my italics. 

Anyway this was fun to write and I hope you all enjoy it.

Read on A03

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“I'm bored.”

“Well that makes two of us,” Havoc deadpanned, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand. It was a little after three in the morning and they were situated outside Rebecca's hospital room. It was a fairly unconventional birth plan, with he and Riza taking it in turns to sit with Rebecca, ostensibly so they each could rest but realistically so they could switch out before she got too annoyed with either of them. Their five year old, Marcus, was at Mustang's for the night, but wherever Riza went her shadow was sure to follow. And her shadow happened to be twelve and mouthy.

“Did I take this long to be born?” Mae wanted to know, yawning hugely. She had, of course, been given the choice to stay home but true to form she wanted to be where the action was. Havoc loved the kid to death but he'd forgotten how abysmally obnoxious tweens could be. A while back he'd joked to Mustang that Mae was now the same age that Edward Elric has been when he'd been recruited into the military. Far from finding this funny, the General had gone white as a sheet and spent half an hour locked in his office on the phone with his head in his hands and Riza glaring daggers at Jean.

It had not been a pleasant afternoon.

“No idea,” he said. “I mean, I wasn't there. I know you also decided to show up sometime after midnight and your Aunt Rebecca was up all night waiting for you, so you definitely owe her one.”

“What about-” she began, sitting straighter in her chair, before pausing as though thinking through what she was about to say. “Was anyone else there apart from Aunt Becca?”

He grinned tiredly. “Oh I think someone else might have showed up,” he said, a hand on his chin. “What was that guy's name? Troy?”

“Ha ha.”

“I think you maybe met him once or twice. Dark-haired fellow, lots of stars on his jacket? Thinks you're cool for some reason?”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Forget I asked.”

They were quiet for a moment under the fluorescent lights of the hallway. Havoc knew well that hospitals were places apart from time; the lights and people were unchanging. Well, mostly unchanging, he thought, as he spied Breda walking up the hall juggling three styrofoam cups.

“I told you to stay home,” Jean said, accepting the cup which turned out to be full of coffee.

“Yeah well,” Breda said with a shrug. “There was nothing good on the radio.” He handed a cup to Mae, who sniffed it suspiciously. “Black coffee's your drink, right?”

“Yeah but hot chocolate is fine too,” Mae told him, taking a sip. “Uncle Breda were you there when I was born?” Breda shook his head no, settling into a chair on her other side.

“Nah we missed the action. I got to see you a little while after though, you were all pink and tiny and cute. I wonder what happened?” Mae made a face at him, and he nudged her with an elbow playfully. She wasn’t spoiled exactly - Hawkeye would never let that happen - but she had grown up with an abundance of Uncles who were inclined to indulge her every whim until such a time as they’d been sat down by their commanding officer and ordered to desist. (Mae’s Aunt Becca flatly refused a similar order.)

Mustang, for all that he clearly loved the little girl, could be surprisingly stern when he had to, a surprising aspect of their odd arrangement that Jean found made him respect the man even more. It was easy to be a kid’s pal, to take them to the zoo and buy them gifts. It was harder to make them do their homework, or their chores, or  eat their vegetables.

“Uncle Breda was almost as afraid of you as he is of dogs,” Havoc confided. “Remember when we sat you down with a pillow and made you hold her?”

“One of the more terrifying experiences of my life, and I helped stage a coup,” Haymans remarked. “You hated me, wouldn't stop screaming until Havoc here took you back. Same thing with Fuery. I think babies can smell fear or something.”

“Maybe you just took some getting used to,” Mae remarked primly, setting her cup down and stretching. The door opened and a tired-looking Riza emerged, amid what sounded like Rebecca threatening the doctor with surprising vigor and creativity for a woman who had been in labor for something like six hours already.

“You're up, Jean,” Hawkeye told him, hauling him to his feet before he had the chance to process what she meant. “I think it's finally time for the big event.” he froze, unbelieving that their long wait was about to pay off and he was about to become a father for the second time. Hawkeye saw his dazed expression and chuckled softly.

“It helps if you open the door,” Mae supplied helpfully, reaching over to pluck the coffee from his hands before he spilled it.

“Can it, squirt,” he said without any real venom, and walked past Riza into the delivery room.

Rebecca looked beautiful: even sweaty and frizzy and tired as she was, Jean didn’t think he’d ever seen someone so radiant. Of course she was also screaming a string of curses so apart from being beautiful she was also terrifying . Like a vengeful goddess or something, he mused. She caught him looking and beckoned him over with the hand not clutching one of the nurses’ arms.

“JEAN HAVOC STOP STARING AT ME AND GET OVER HERE SO I CAN BREAK ALL THE BONES IN YOUR FING-AAAGH!!”

He did as he was told, offering a hand that she clung to painfully.

“You’re doing so well,” he said in what he hoped was a soothing voice.

“I,” she panted, “am doing a FANTASTIC job.”

“That’s what I meant to say,” he told her. “Can’t be long now right?” He directed this at the doctor, though Rebecca’s ensuing yell of expletives let him know she’d taken it personally.

“All right, Rebecca,” the nurse said after a glance under the sheet that covered her. “It’s time to push.” Havoc felt himself go clammy at the thought, and he brushed a hand across Rebecca’s forehead tenderly.

“You,” he told her, “Are the best baby-haver in history. Nobody pops em out like you can. You’re crushing it.” She grinned wearily, and despite her myriad of threats he could see the genuine affection in her eyes as she squeezed his hand more gently this time.  

“This kind of blind adoration is exactly why I keep you around. Now don’t you dare look away, if I have to witness this then so do you.”

It was a boy.

-x-

“Good boy, Taisa! Here, you throw it this time, Mae, you can throw further than I can.” The bushy-haired boy handed the frisbee to the dark-haired girl, who turned, aimed, and threw in one smooth motion.

Jean watched them fondly. He’d been out with Marcus, since Riza and Rebecca had a standing appointment to have lunch together on Saturday afternoons, and Becca had brought the baby. They’d gotten ice cream and were walking through the park when they’d run into Mustang and Mae, who coincidentally alsohad a standing appointment to have lunch together on Saturday afternoons. He’d just assumed she tagged along with her mom and Becca on those occasions but he had to admit it was the perfect opportunity for Mustang to have some quality time with his bodyguard’s kid. It had been Marcus to point them out first, and Havoc had looked to see the General seated on a park bench, chuckling at normally reserved Mae animatedly telling a story that seemed to involve an explosion.

Seeing them side by side really highlighted the passing of time; he remembered when Mae was seven and would play in this same park with Black Hayate, before he passed on to Good Boy Heaven. Mae and Riza had both been inconsolable, and the General had made sure that Hayate was promoted two ranks posthumously and given a proper sendoff befitting his station. Now Mae was fourteen, long-limbed and getting taller almost by the minute.

“I can't believe how big they're getting,” Havoc remarked, watching Mae and Marcus take turns throwing the frisbee for Taisa, one of the late great Black Hayate’s children.

“Do you know she came to me the other day and asked me how to get a boy in her class to notice her?” Roy said, pushing his hair off his face in an exasperated gesture while Havoc barked out a laugh.

“Oh man, I'm guessing you weren't ready for that kind of a talk, huh boss?”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“So what did you tell her?” Now he thought about it, Jean realized that even in his capacity as favorite uncle (or so he liked to believe) he wasn't ready for Mae to start dating either. She’d always been the bookish type, on the quiet side with people she didn’t know well. He had just assumed they wouldn’t have to worry about boys for years yet. Mustang shrugged.

“I was so surprised I just told her to be herself and that any boy who didn't notice her wasn't worth her time.”

“Well that seems like solid advice to me,” Jean told him. A little boring, but he doubted he’d have been able to come up with anything better when put on the spot like that.

“I'm glad you think so; Mae rolled her eyes and said never mind, she'd just go look through Aunt Becca's magazines for actual advice and thanks for nothing,” Roy said bitterly, though he was clearly amused.

Now that he thought about it, Havoc could recall a day last week when Mae had come over and talked to her aunt in hushed tones. At a certain point there had been a peal of laughter and his wife crowing that finally a Hawkeye wanted to look through trashy periodicals with her. He had avoided the kitchen after that and so didn’t hear anything else.

“Ouch. Did you tell Hawkeye?” Roy looked at him in surprise.

“Well no, Mae asked me not to.”

“So you're more afraid of the wrath of a teenage girl than the wrath of Riza Hawkeye, your trusted adjutant and infamous sharpshooter,” he said flatly. “Interesting perspective.”

“It's not like that. If I want Mae to continue trusting me, I need to prove myself worthy of that trust. She should be able to come to me with questions, or things she might not want to talk to her mother about. The Captain understands this.” Of course , Havoc thought. As usual, he was three steps and a nonverbal conversation behind Mustang and Hawkeye. They would have talked about this, probably years ago – probably before Mae herself was even able to talk. They were as much of one mind about Mae's upbringing as they were about anything else.

“Sounds like solid reasoning to me.”

“Besides, if I told Hawkeye there was a boy at school not giving her daughter the time of day you know she’d find a way to show up and ‘accidentally’ let slip how many guns she keeps on her person,” he said cheerfully and Havoc had to admit that he was probably not all that far from the truth.

-x-

The office was filled with the sound of last minute paperwork being gathered up, and Mae's soft begging at the General's desk. It was almost quitting time on a Friday and Hawkeye was delivering some documents while her daughter did her best to cajole her mother's senior officer.

“Please, please please please,

“I can't sign this; I'm not your legal guardian,” Mustang deadpanned, glancing at the final paper she had placed on his desk.

“But you're practically the most important man in Amestris, after the Fuhrer,” Mae reasoned, trying to hand him a pen as he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Go try this on him, then: you'll probably have better luck.” Mae rolled her eyes at the suggestion.

“He'll make me play him for it and I can never beat him.”

“Well, I can't help you either. Have you even asked your mother?” the General asked with a shrug.

“You know she'll never say yes, she always changes the subject when I ask about alchemy. It's just a short term course and I'm doing really well in school this year,” she explained. “I thought you'd understand.” This child of the military really was getting to be a master manipulator, Havoc thought, watching as she batted large amber eyes at Mustang. Sure she lacked subtlety but she knew how to play Roy like a fiddle. She could ask for the moon and he'd find a way to bring it down for her.

“Look Mae,” he said slowly, as though choosing his words carefully, “I know you might think that alchemy is a glamorous profession, but it's not easy. It's a lot of hard work. Most alchemists aren't up to the task of working for the state and there's not much money without government funding.” This was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. Mae's eyes flashed and she squared her shoulders.

“I know I'm not some kind of prodigy like you or Uncle Ed but I don't want to do anything flashy. I want to go to Xing and study with Uncle Al and Aunt May,” she explained. “I've been reading through some of your books and medical alchemy is really cool.”

“When the hell did you read any of my books?” he demanded, and she shrugged, looking slightly guilty.

“Sometimes I borrow them. I always bring them back though. I've been looking through them for years, and I've done a few transmutations. Little ones,” she admitted. Mustang leaned his chin on his hand lazily, regarding Mae as he might look at a fascinating equation.

“Have you? That's actually pretty advanced, you know.”

She blinked, obviously not expecting praise. “Really?”

“You must have an aptitude for it.”

“I know,” she looked around before lowering her voice. “I know mom's father was an alchemist. I think that's maybe why she doesn't want me learning it.”

“Could be,” he said in his most bland, I-know-nothing-whatsoever-about-this-matter voice.

“But I thought you might understand why... why I'm so interested in it.”

“I can't sign the permission slip for you,” he repeated. “Do you know what would happen to me if your mom found out? Terrible things, unspeakable things. Remember the time I got you roller skates before she thought you were ready?” Havoc winced – he was sure none of them would ever forget the roller skate incident.

“Will you – will you talk to her then?”

“And what makes you think that would help?” Mae rolled her eyes.

“She listens to you, Sir. She might not act like it but you should hear her sometimes, it's all “General this” and “General that”, I think she really respects your opinion.” Flattery would get her everywhere, it seemed, as Mustang sat up straighter and ran a hand through his hair, as the Captain reentered the room.

“Follow my lead,” he muttered, and she nodded. “Evening Major, what do you have planned on this beautiful Friday night?” Riza lifted an eyebrow at his flowery tone, a smile playing around her mouth.

“Well it’s Mae’s turn to cook, so I thought I might do some reading,” she answered lightly.

“Oh that's unfortunate, you see I was planning on sweeping her off her feet for a night on the town. Since you seem to be delighted by the prospect of not cooking I suppose you could join us, if that's all right with you of course madam,” this was directed at Mae, who pretended to consider. Havoc started slowly gathering his things, interested to see how this would play out.

“I guess she can come, if she promises not to talk too much.”

“Yes of course, leave those chatterbox tendencies at home and we've got a deal,” Roy said, gazing at Riza evenly over his hands, steepled before him on the desk.

“I think I can agree to that,” Riza said, with another of her barely perceivable smiles that nonetheless seemed to light up her whole face.

“Great,” the General said. “It's a date.”

“Oh shoot!” Mae exclaimed, snatching up her school book - without the form, which she swept into the General's lap seemingly by accident. “I forgot I told Aunt Rebecca I would babysit for her tonight! Oh how terrible, I suppose you'll have to just go without me.” Jean thought that should he want to, he could have knocked Roy over with a feather, while Riza just gave her daughter a small wave, face almost suspiciously bland.

“Well if you promised. We'll miss you though.”

“You'll manage. By mom, bye Sir,” Mae chirped, turning to fall into step with Havoc, who had paused after donning his jacket.

“You realize we're not actually going anywhere,” he said quietly as she took one of his massive binders filled with cases he needed to review before Monday without being asked.

“Keep walking, Uncle Havoc,” she hissed.

“What's in it for me?”

“Free babysitting for a month.”

“Two.”

“One and I'll throw in an overnight trip.”

“Deal,” he said. They'd been wanting to take a weekend off to see Falman in Briggs for a while. “And well played,” he added with a nod.

“Thank you, I learn from the best. What's for dinner?” Hardened con artist and all, she was still a teenager who was somehow constantly hungry. He reached out and ruffled her shoulder length black hair and she responded by ducking away from him and smoothing it back down with a motion that he’d seen his superior officer make a million times.

-x-

BANG BANG BANG

Havoc almost jumped out of his seat at the knocking at the door. It was sometime after eight and dark outside. He picked up his sidearm off the mantle and inched towards the door carefully, before snatching the handle and wrenching it open. Springing back, he brought the gun up and then back down almost as quickly when he saw who it was. Mae Hawkeye, face red and wet with tears, was standing on his doorstep with wide eyes on his gun.

“You scared me,” he explained, dropping his weapon and clicking the safety back on. “What's up, kiddo? Everything ok?” Everything was clearly not okay but everything he knew about teenagers and this teenager in particularly told him to tread lightly. She looked like a frightened animal, and he kept his distance lest she bolt.

“Hey,” she sniffed, looking around him into the empty living room. “Is Aunt Rebecca here?” Great, he thought, girl stuff. Perfect. This was much better than the quiet hour alone with a book and a scotch he'd been anticipating. He poured the scotch anyway, thinking he'd need it.

“She took the boys for ice cream,” he said. “Can, uh, can I make you some tea?” Mae swept by him, dropping a suspiciously large bag on the floor near the coat rack with a thunk . Sounded like a couple changes of clothes and about five books, he estimated. This was serious.

“Sure,” she said, sinking into one of the armchairs and putting her head in her hands. Jean closed the door and headed to the kitchen to switch the kettle on, and by the time he came back she was sitting upright, having dried her face and smoothed her hair back. She looked young, and she was wearing an expression he knew all too well.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, and she gave him a withering stare that was ironically all Hawkeye, considering what she was probably mad about.

“I can't,” she said in a long-suffering tone. “I mean, I just, I had a fight with mom and I needed to get out.”

“Right,” he said, leaning back and taking a sip of scotch. “Let me guess, girl stuff?” Mae snorted.

“You couldn't even begin to imagine.”

“Right, of course not,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. When did she get so needlessly dramatic? She certainly didn't get that particular trait from her mother.

She sat on the edge of the couch, arms tightly crossed. He sat next to her and playfully bumped her elbow with one of his.

“Hey come on, you guys usually get along great. Whatever you were fighting about can’t have been that bad.”

“Oh yes it can,” Mae hissed.

“Did she return a book to the library you weren’t finished with yet?” He asked, recalling the source of a previous rift. Mae had a habit of not using bookmarks, claiming to always remember her page, and Riza had a habit of fastidiously following rules, such as the rule that library books could only be borrowed for a fortnight at a time. It was surprising the mistake didn’t happen more often, when you thought about it.

“She’s a liar,” Mae said softly and Havoc blinked at this. Riza Hawkeye was honest to the point of (always tactful) bluntness at times. Sure she could keep a secret when she had to but usually only … when she had to…

He kept his expression carefully neutral.

“It’s not my business,” he told her, hoping this would discourage her from fully revealing the cause of their argument, “But if you caught her in a fib it was probably for good reason.”

“It wasn’t a fib, she’s been lying to me since I was born,” Mae spat bitterly. “And I gave her the chance to finally come clean but she just kept up the lie, like I’m stupid —“

“No one could ever accuse you of being stupid,” he told her. And it was true, she had taken to her alchemy lessons like a fish to water. At fifteen she was at the top of her class and rapidly outpacing the curriculum available. He’d once heard Mustang quietly say to Hawkeye that he’d been looking into finding a private tutor in Central, but he had been immediately shut down by one of her withering stares that seemed to speak volumes to Roy. Havoc couldn’t see why - the girl was a natural, let her do the thing she was clearly great at. “You know how protective your mom can be. Maybe this lie, that I have no knowledge of and is not my business, was for your own good when you were younger. She doesn’t realize how fast you’ve grown up.”

“She still should tell me the truth.”

“You know, your mom’s a person too,” he told her gently, well aware that he was divulging one of the biggest secrets of parentkind. “Have you considered that maybe, uh, whatever it is, is a sensitive topic for her too? It’s probably not a fun secret to keep. I bet you she wishes she doesn’t have to.”

Mae scrubbed the back of her hand across her eyes.

“Thank you, Uncle Havoc. I’m gonna go wash my face.” She headed off down the hall and he breathed a sigh of relief, glad that playing dumb had worked. He reached for his scotch and took a long drink.

Another knock, and Havoc set down his glass in annoyance, before opening the door. It was Riza, of course, looking world-weary and almost like she'd been crying. Jean had known Riza for, geez, at least twenty years now. He didn't think he'd ever seen her cry.

“Hey. Is my daughter here?”

Wordlessly, Havoc opened the door and she walked past him, setting her purse on the coffee table heavily. The tea kettle started to sing in the kitchen and he hastened to take if off the heat, bringing Riza a cup of chamomile without asking.

“Just wait until yours are teenagers,” she said wryly, accepting the mug from him.

“Well when they are, and they run out during an argument, I'll know to go look for them at your place,” he said, and found that despite his joking tone he meant it. This earned him a sad little smile.

“It'll be nice to be the fun aunt for once,” she said softly. “People always say parenting is hard, but no one ever tells you it can be so heartbreaking.” She shook her head slowly. “I didn't mean that. Not exactly.”

“I know what you mean,” Havoc assured her. He hated having arguments with his kids, even if it was just little stuff right now, like whether or not one should jump on the bed. Mae hadn't come out with it, but he could guess what they'd been fighting about.

“I'm the one who ran out,” she confessed. Havoc inched closer to the couch and put what he hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Not now, but this morning. I was going in to work early and she kept asking me about – well it doesn't matter what. I owe her an answer but I brushed her off.”

“Whatever it is, I'm sure it's ...complicated,” Jean said delicately. Her hand came up briefly to rest on his.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Mom?” came a small voice from the hallway. It was of course Mae, face freshly scrubbed, looking remorseful, yet with a familiar glint of determination in her eyes. “Let's go home,” she said. Riza took a deep breath, and stood up.

“Good idea.”

He’d thought about using Rebecca as a go between to find out the result of this argument, but in the end decided against it. As he’d told Mae, it really wasn’t his business, even though he was desperately curious to find out whether she’d been told of her true parentage. But as it happened, there was no espionage necessary; Hawkeye approached him the next day while he was making coffee in the office.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For whatever you said to Mae about me.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” he said. “I just ah, told her that whatever it was, the situation isn’t ideal for you either.”

“She said that whenever I was ready to … discuss the subject we were arguing over, she would like to hear it.” Riza shrugged. “Sometimes being a parent is a wretch, but then they do something mature and it was all worth it.”

“She’s a great kid,” Jean told Riza solemnly. “You did a good job there.” She smiled a little sadly and he thought he saw her eyes flick to the front of the room, just for a second.

“Oh, you know,” she said softly. “It takes a village.”

-x-

With Grumman retiring and General Mustang moving into his old office, their team was all but disbanded. It meant promotions and pay raises all around, of course, and Havoc was pleased to finally be given his own unit, but this last afternoon lazily packing up the office was bittersweet. He, Breda, and Fuery lingered, chatting and arguing over pens, while Roy finished some paperwork. Colonel Hawkeye had been conspicuously absent, a fact none of them had mentioned due to the stormclouds that had immediately gathered over the Flame Alchemist’s head when one of the subordinates had asked.

The door flew open, and sixteen-year-old Mae stormed in and directly up to the large desk, the spitting image of her mother in a rage. Roy looked up, did a double take, and sighed.

“Oh hell,” he began. “Mae-”

“Don’t you even-” she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. “You fired my mother - how could you possibly-”

Jean exchanged panicked glances with Breda and Fuery. This was a situation he could never have foreseen - even in his paperwork-induced stress dreams he was the one being fired, never Hawkeye. He couldn’t say he really blamed Mae for being upset; he personally was going to be having a word with his superior officer the moment the kid left, insubordination be damned. Fire Hawkeye? Had the General lost his mind, he wouldn’t last two weeks without her watching his back! Mustang was massaging his temples as though he felt a headache coming on.

“She shouldn’t be telling you that kind of thing,” he muttered, which was of course the wrong thing to say.

“She didn’t tell me anything, I know what termination paperwork is, and I know your signature!”

Havoc found himself in the unique position of both wanting to stay and see the pending Fuhrer of Amestris be torn a new one by a teenaged girl and simultaneously wanting to be nowhere near the impending firestorm that was undoubtedly going to take place. From Fuery and Breda’s shell-shocked expressions they were also frozen to where they stood.

“You know believe it or not I do have my reasons,” the General said, voice quiet. “And I am planning to enlighten you, despite the fact that I do not have to, but this is neither the time nor the place.”

“Oh save it,” Mae snapped, though the shaking in her voice told Jean that she was close to tears. He had no idea how Roy was still staring at her levelly; he would have crumbled if she’d used that tone on him. “You’re just a snake - all this time you’ve been pretending to care about us but now you’re getting promoted you’re suddenly too good-”

Behind the desk, Mustang’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, young lady,” he said carefully.

“Well then tell me!” She demanded, fists clenched at her side. None of them had ever seen her this upset with Roy before, and Havoc suddenly recalled Mustang, holding a baby while Edward Elric angrily asked him what Mae would think of him when she was older. He had never given it a second thought, assuming that Mae’s affection for the General meant that she didn’t harbor any resentment.

The tears in her eyes told him he’d been wrong.

From across the room Havoc noticed a few MPs peering into the office, looking for the source of the yelling, and he locked eyes with Fuery, who casually picked up one of his boxes and headed for the door, closing it behind him. Neither of the two at the desk seemed to notice.

“Look,” he said, changing tacks, “I’m almost done here, go wait outside and I’ll-”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Mae hissed, “You’re not my father, remember?” The dam broke. She dropped her head into her hands, shoulders shaking with sobs. Roy reached out in what seemed to be an automatic gesture, pulling her into a hug, rubbing small circles into her back while she cried on his epaulets. When she finally pulled away, sniffling, he handed her a handkerchief and regarded her seriously.

“There’s a set of rules the military has in place,” he began, and Havoc and Breda were suddenly both very busy placing stacks of documents and books into the boxes, “that forbids romantic relationships between officers.”

“Oh,” was all Mae said.

“If evidence of fraternization is discovered, then depending on the rank of the officers involved and the seriousness of the infraction, then at the very least those officers don’t remain stationed in the same city. At worst they could be court-martialed.”

“I didn’t think-“

“I meant to discuss this with you,” he told her, rifling around in his desk. “Clearly I didn’t think you would find out when you did.” Whatever he’d pulled out of his desk elicited a gasp from Mae, and her whole demeanor suddenly shifted. Havoc was too busy minding his own business to catch a glimpse of the object, but he had a guess at what it could be, and why it meant Hawkeye couldn’t continue to work in the military.

“You know most people would start by asking someone on a date first,” Mae told him shakily. “How do you even know if she likes you?” she teased. Mustang had the grace to keep his expression neutral.

“I think she does. I could be wrong.”

Mae had taken the small box and was turning it over in her hands. “She’s pretty upset right now. Even if she didn’t tell me why, I could tell she was mad.”

“I jumped the gun,” he explained. “I was supposed to wait until after the inauguration. She’ll forgive me though. Will you?” Havoc fought the strong urge to run out of the large office, but he couldn’t bring himself to move, or do anything else to break the spell of the moment. He just continued to crouch, rifling aimlessly through the open drawer of his desk. Roy was clearly not asking for forgiveness for what had happened today and Mae, ever the clever one, could tell. It was a tense few moments before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, choking back a sob.

“Of course,” she murmured, and pulled away with a grin. “You know if mom says yes then you’ll be my stepfather.”

There’s a long moment where Havoc realized he’d somehow gotten dust in his eye and it was wildly uncomfortable.

“No,” Roy said, considering. “I’ll be your dad.”

[b-rainlet]

Hmmm can I have lunya otp questions

This took very long because I lost it halfway through so I hope you love my Answers anyway (took my like, two hours).

Fun Fact: This is actually 2k.

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

Not to be repetitive, but….look at Luther…...look at Vanya…...and now tell me who is more likely to channel their inner fuckboy. 

Vanya rarely does it though, because what good would come of texting like that? Luther has no idea how to respond in most cases. 

Vanya: ‘what would u do if i was there with u rn ;)’

Luther: ‘Probably cuddle with you? I miss you.’

Vanya, already on her way to the mansion, sending a dozen heart emojis: ‘Damnit, Luther.’

(Have I mentioned? Luther is fucking clingy. He’s the kind of guy to be in the middle of a conversation with someone and just randomly go ‘I miss my wife’ before he just. Gets up and leaves). 

Sometimes though, Vanya plays around with the fuckboy aesthetic and Luther is into that. 

Vanya, in a snapback and a button up, pants hanging low: ‘Hey Babe ;)’

Luther, hands twisted together: ‘Don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner, don’t get a-’

(Vanya notices anyway. Vanya is also kind enough to indulge him, fucking him still completely dressed, pants falling open around her hips and boxer shorts pushed down, murmuring into Luther’s  ear how cute he looks split open on her cock like that. 

Luther has never come harder in his life).

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

Again Luther. I can see Vanya not being as touched by fictional characters because ‘it’s a show/movie’ 

She doesn’t get how Luther can still cry at the same scenes in disney movies even though most of the time, both of them know that it will all work out in the end, they watched this movie twenty times already. 

Much like Ben, I can see Vanya having a hard time controlling her emotions, regulating them like everyone else seems to be able to do. But instead of feeling numb a lot, she just feels everything so much all the time, sometimes she feels like she’s drowning, all this anger and irritation washing over her and making her snappy and overwhelmed. 

It’s a bit like a switch. One second she’s fine and the next, she’s full of rage because the toothpaste fell down. 

One time, Luther woke up to Vanya crying because she realised pigs don’t have thumbs and just...broke down over that. 

Some people see her and call her cold because she doesn’t seem phased by gruesome stuff on tv or tearjerker scenes, she even feels weird around sad people, not sure how to react and mostly uncomfortable (trying not to let their sadness consume her, make her cry too and ending up way too clinical), but her siblings know that she just has a little harder time processing emotions. 

It’s also hard for her relationship because there are days where she’s really clingy and whiny, hanging off of Luther and prone to crying over little stuff, or talking herself into a frenzy over how she’s too ugly for Luther - Luther’s like ‘???? Have you seen me?????’ and that probably makes Vanya cry harder. 

The next, she cannot stand being touched for too long, everything suffocating, even the air around her. Everything’s too loud. 

Those days, she shuts herself in her room and doesn’t let Luther in, barely tolerates him in front of the door, talking to her in hushed whispers, trying to calm her down. 

(Vanya probably gets some noise cancelling headphones from Five as a present or something and they actually help some).

Sometimes she wonders. Wonders why Luther keeps up with all of this. Why he doesn’t just settle for someone easier, someone who doesn’t have a screaming fit when she has a bad day and Luther forgets to put the wet towels away after showering. Someone who would never make him doubt how deeply she feels for him by being icy and throwing ugly words at him, skin itching and blood running hot. 

Luther only shrugs when she asks him. “I love you.”

And that’s that.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

With this dynamic I can see Luther at least trying to keep himself in check. Like, ‘Vanya is a grown woman living alone and managing her life, she doesn’t need to feel like she has to baby me because I can’t keep myself from doing weird shit’

And then Vanya tells him - slightly drunk and all blushes and giggles - that she did the fork thing before and Luther has the sudden realization that his wife is just as much of a dumbass as he is

He’s even more in love (but also slightly jealous because he wanted to do the fork thing too).

Those two will also do so much weird shit with Vanya’s powers like, wow. 

“Maybe it’s not a good idea to throw around Mum’s good china-” - “Hush Diego, this is important training.” (They use the china like a frisbee, Luther throws it as hard as possible and Vanya tries to stop it before it crashes against the wall. It surprisingly doesn’t break btw. The wall has holes now though, Luther miscalculated his strength a little). 

I mean, what do you expect of the guy who rides a bicycle indoors and the girl who tried to evoke her powers by scrunching up her face and making superhero gestures?

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Both would love to do it, but it just isn’t possible. 

Luther absolutely cannot sneak up on Vanya. Under no circumstances. Vanya always hears him from a mile away and as soon as he’s standing in the doorway, she’s already looking in his direction, smiling widely. 

It would be frustrating, if Vanya’s happy face wasn’t so adorable

“Do you smile at everyone approaching you like that?” - “Maybe.”

(Vanya doesn’t tell Luther that she only ever smiles wide for him, arms raised for a hug, doesn’t tell him that she’s tuned in on his heartbeat, knows exactly where he is in the house at all times). 

Vanya on the other hand could technically surprise Luther but how the fuck is she supposed to reach her tree of a husband? How could she ever cover his eyes with her hands, she can barely reach his neck. 

It’s annoying because they wanna be cute together but they still make it work. 

Like, when they meet up, when Luther is walking into the living room and Vanya’s sitting on the couch, she just has to lightly touch her cheek, head tilted, and Luther will lean down to give her a kiss. 

(How many times you wanna bet did Vanya turn her head last second to make him kiss her lips instead of her cheek? Because the answer is loads).

Also, if Vanya feels playful, she’ll help the process along a little. 

Luther is walking towards her and suddenly he will feel a pull, and before he knows it, he’s nose to nose with Vanya, her powers keeping him in place as she smirks and kisses his nose. 

I want Vanya to casually flaunt her powers in general and Luther is totally in awe. Vanya pulls Luther’s head down by simply tilting her head, watches as his eyes go dark before pushing him back lightly, just when he’s about to reach out to her. 

(They play a little game of tag that’s mostly Luther trying to get Vanya into his arms while Vanya playfully dodges him, meets his outstretched hands with an invisible wall, let’s him work for it, before pulling him into her arms. You know, the usual superhero shenanigans).

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

Vanya. I said it before and I say it again: Luther has bad circulation. That means he’s pretty much always cold so it would make sense for him to do so but I feel like with him, it’s more like Vanya deliberately takes his hands/cuddling up to him to keep him warm, while Vanya - who rarely ever gets really cold - likes just pushing her hands under Luther’s shirt and onto his stomach, snuggling up to him still in her jacket, just stepping into their little flat and immediately pressing her cold nose between Luther’s shoulder blades. He wears so many layers, when Vanya’s freezing to the bone, even Luther feels warm. 

Luther doesn’t complain, doesn’t feel how cold Vanya really is. His perception to temperatures is fucked

(One time he touched a hot plate and didn’t even notice until he saw the angry, red marks left on his hand).

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?

I would like to say neither. Luther can get into Reality TV if his partner is into it and they occasionally end up watching it, but Vanya is very much a book person and if they watch anything trashy, she probably enjoys shitty horror movies (that still make Luther cuddle up to her in fear).

Other than that, Vanya loves really fucked up thrillers. Especially if they're chinese (there’s one where a girl gets killed and a bunch of other girls are so traumatized, they all grow up majorly fucked up). 

Those, Vanya watches alone though. Luther tried to watch with her but he got so scared, he couldn’t sleep anymore. For at least a week. 

(They had to keep a light on and Luther was fucking embarassed about it but Vanya didn’t complain). 

Also, when they do watch horror movies together, they always watch something funny after. Luther is a big fan of romantic comedies. Vanya not so much. 

(She thinks it’s cute when Luther gets overly invested though, loves it when he pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head when the couple on screen confesses how much they love each other. 

It may make Vanya blush. A lot).

Who laughs more during sex?

Neither laugh that much. I mean, smiling and happy giggling are a given - as I would like to believe in every relationship - but I guess they aren’t as much goofy as they are emotional during sex. 

Their sex is always intense because it’s always about crazy amounts of trust those two show each other, trust that had to slowly be rebuild after the apocalypse and it’s not unusual for them to cry, to let their emotions get the best of them, tears falling onto cheeks as both of them whisper love confession in the dark. 

Luego is awkward conversations and funny accidents and big fights that end in make out sessions.

Benther is soft kisses and love confessions and the feeling of fingers running through short hair. 

Lunya is- Lunya is Love.

Lunya is the warm feeling in your heart, looking in your partner’s eyes and thinking: ‘This. This is how it will be. This is forever.’

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

They switch. It depends on how they are feeling. 

Sometimes Vanya can’t bare the pressure of someone’s arm around her, holding her down, suffocating her. 

Sometimes she needs to feel in control, she needs to be able to pull Luther close, have him curl around her, trying to fit into her arms. This is hers, she won’t ever let him go. 

Luther is fine in either position. He lives for making Vanya happy, and if you’d ask the little selfish part of himself, he loves how safe he feels in Vanya’s arms. Vanya could keep him safe. Vanya will keep him safe.

(Luther wants to curl up in Vanya’s arms forever).