#I don't even mind the hair. I still think it should be illegal to cut his hair short but if it has to be. this haircut is acceptable.

[running-in-the-dark]

ah, crap.

I gave up and started watching Almost Paradise. I don't want to like it! but I'm not even a minute in and there's his stupid face and his arms and he's adorable and I hate it (I love it 😭)

and then this: "just boom. heart failure. and trust me, that's worse than penis failure" cool 👍

and now he's been hit in the face by a beach ball 😌 awesome

[invye]

How They Met [1/3] - MiShanks

[CoraMiShanks Fix It AU]

I think it's time I write up my thoughts about how exactly Mihawk, Shanks and Rosinante met and outline the start of what will become their relationship. And since I am pathologically incapable of writing short posts, I'll cut it into three, so I can take my time.

Mihawk & Shanks [this post]

Mihawk & Rosinante/Corazón [link]

Rosinante & Shanks [link]

- Mihawk & Shanks -

The first meet in Loguetown, as they so often do. At the point of Rogers' execution Mihawk's exploits have pinged the Marine's radar once or twice, but he has not been given a bounty of his own yet as there were bigger fish to contend with. Mihawk attends to pay his respect to Roger as the Marine's greatest challenger, shoes that he doesn't expect - nor wants - to fill, but will aspire to anyway along his way to becoming the World's Strongest Swordsman.

He doesn't expect the reaction of the crowd to Roger sending them out to find his treasure, given that Mihawk himself doesn't care about treasure at all. Roger hasn't even taken his last breath yet and the pirates of tomorrow are running to be the first ones out at sea. It's a bit disrespectful, honestly. On top of that, crowds really aren't Mihawk's thing. At all. And he didn't bring Yoru (that would only have gone wrong with the amount of Marines all around), so while he's desperately trying to keep his cool and get out of the crowd's way, his mind is growing increasingly more frantic.

That is until he quite literally stumbles over Shanks. Mihawk recognises him immediately (really, it should be illegal to give minors bounties, no matter what crew they belong to), red hair, strawhat, planted like a rock in the moving crowd, the only person in sight to actually shed tears. Mihawk blessedly stops thinking (panicking) and instead starts acting. Grabs the kid, who no doubt would be the Marine's first target three minutes from now, and gets them the hell out of there, leading them away from the port instead of toward it.

They don't talk as Mihawk ducks them into an alley when the Marines start running by. It's not the best hiding spot, but with Mihawk playing up the bored noble act, shielding Shanks from direct view, its enough that the Marines don't look twice and keep going. Mihawk ends up handing Shanks his handkerchief, faintly hears himself giving a platitude about Roger having been a great man, and once things calm down he makes his exit, without looking back even once.

In the months following after, Mihawk is one of the many many new pirates who receive bounties during the rush onto the Grand Line. Shanks is elated when he finally gets to put a proper name to the man who helped him instead of thinking of him as Hawkeyes (he likes Hawkeyes though, and that nickname might already be stuck given how much he has asked around for him... Whoops).

Mihawk doesn't care for his bounty. Doesn't care for being a pirate either, but there's plenty strong people to fight among the pirates now, and a high bounty does attract interesting challengers... Also he does still have some unfinished business with the Marines, so.

Mihawk's bounty skyrockets as he's given the Marine Hunter epithet. Shanks turns around to newly recruited Benn and says: "This is gonna be our swordsman!" and Benn can't do anything but raise his eyebrows in open questioning of Shanks' sanity. Then again, he doesn't follow Shanks because he thinks he's sane.

It takes another year for Shanks to track Mihawk down. It really wasn't an easy task with how Mihawk seems to just go wherever the wind takes him, but he finds him none the less.

"Hawkeyes!!" Shanks yells (and Mihawk has a sudden epiphany about where that epithet came from, because he's heard it being whispered behind his back, but no one has used it to his face yet), "Join my crew!!!" "No." "Why not?" "There's nothing a crew could offer me." "I want you to be my swordsman though." "You carry a sword of your own." "You're better." "Obviously. I'll be the World's Strongest Swordsman before long." "See! That's why I want you on my crew!" "No." Had Mihawk known Shanks a little better at that time, he would have been worried about the sudden silence and the contemplating look on Shanks face. But he didn't, so he simply turned to leave. Then: "Will you join me if I beat you?" And Mihawk can't help but laugh.

They do duel after that. Mihawk thoroughly unites Shanks' behind with the sand under their feet. Shanks is weaker than him, a little off balance (might be the recent growth spurt [actually is mostly due to Shanks being flustered at realising he really likes Mihawk's laugh]), but his technique loudly speaks of his upbringing. It's exhilarating. There is a telling spark of Haki that Shanks is actively holding back and Mihawk can't wait to see what he can do when he decides to fully unleash it. Mihawk ends the duel by telling Shanks to keep up his training and try again a couple months from now.

Shanks is back the next month. He still loses, but from then on the duels are a regular thing, only becoming more frequent until there is barely a week going by in which they don't cross blades.

When Shanks eventually manages to eek out a win (by going all in with his Conqueror's Haki rather than his swordsmanship), he doesn't ask Mihawk to join the crew again. They've already long understood that if Mihawk ever is to join, he will do so on his own time and volition. Until then they will have their duels.

(Shanks is working on making Mihawk stick around for drinks every now and then, it's only a matter of time.)

[crysabie]

CG!Sam Cat!Bucky Petre fic!

This is my Petre Bucky fic I brought up a while ago! I decided to publish it here because I found it easier to find Petre fans here than on ao3. The title is "If you would just make one mistake (what a relief that would be)". The title is a reference to "The Only Heartbreaker" by Mitski. Fair warning: this is an introspective angst fic that references canon-typical violence. I hope you enjoy it!

-Sabie 🩷🤎🩶

P.S. - I don't think this fic needs any trigger warnings, but it does feature paranoia/anxiety and mentions flashbacks. It also has unfriendly attitudes towards petre, though they're not from any of our main characters. Let me know if you think I should warn you about anything else!

If you would just make one mistake (what a relief that would be)

-

There's a thing called "maladaptive daydreaming" where you spend your whole life thinking about what it would be like to have a better life. There's another thing called an "unhealthy coping mechanism" which is when you do something bad to try and stop other bad things from happening, like smoking to stop the shakes. His therapist calls him one and Sam calls him the other, but whatever- Bucky likes to be a cat. Sue him.

Bucky doesn't know if he's always wanted to be a cat, but now that Steve's out of the picture and can't give him those big doe eyes when he curls up on the couch or pushes his head against Sam's leg for pets, he does it a lot more often. Sam will sometimes give him a weird look and mutter under his breath, but cats don't care about what their owner says unless it's about food, so he lets it go. And even if he did care, he wouldn't let it bother him, because Sam is a very good owner. He shaves Bucky's face and gives him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and even buys Bucky a heat lamp so he can stretch out on the carpet in the winter months when the sun sets at five. Bucky thinks he likes Sam more than Steve, a little bit, but Sam gets mad whenever Bucky says that so he doesn't. Instead, he'll push his head against Sam's thigh because he can't curl his big body into his lap like a real cat would. That could be part of why it's maladaptive; that could be why it's not a good way to cope. Bucky shuts the thought down and lets his mind go quiet as Sam runs his fingers through Bucky's hair and pulls gently until the tangles are out. Bucky hardly ever has tangles these days because Sam is so good at doing his hair. Still, Sam makes a noise in the back of his throat.

"I'm thinking we should cut your hair a little. That okay?" Bucky just purrs.

Sometimes Sam wants him to be human. Bucky hates it, because when he's human he has to think Bad Thoughts about Bad People and then feel everything that comes with Bad Thoughts and Bad People, but Sam is his owner and he knows what's important. Bucky has to be human when he goes to the therapist, or when they talk about changes in the routine, or when Sam has his friends over. Sam tells him that all of his friends are Bucky's friends but Bucky doesn't believe that. If Sam's friends were Bucky's friends they would let him be a cat, right? But Bucky has to pack up his dishes, his nice brush, and the big nest of blankets Sam lets him have on the living room floor and move it all into Bucky's bedroom so they can shut the door on it. He tries not to panic when Sam takes the collar off and puts it away but it almost feels like a rejection, like taking the mask off after a mission without getting as much as a 'good boy' from his handlers. Sam always tells him he's been a good boy when he's a cat, even when all he did was brush his teeth without asking or put his hair up. Sam doesn't tell him that now, just looks at him all serious with his intense eyes and tells Bucky that he needs to be human. Bucky nods; he can't trust himself to speak.

Natasha arrives first. Ever since SHIELD went kaput Natasha has been doing a lot of "freelance spy work", which mostly means doing things illegally but being sneaky enough to not get caught. Bucky used to do freelance spy work for a while, back when he didn't know who he was but had gotten away from HYDRA. It was a bad time. He doesn't like to think about it; he likes to lick his paws and hide under the big chairs Sam bought just for him to crawl under instead, but he's human right now.

After Natasha - his mind still calls her Natalia, still remembers that room - Wanda comes. Wanda disturbs him more than Natasha because she joined HYDRA on purpose. Bucky didn't want to and for Natalia, it was an accident, but Wanda wanted it. She is good now, or so Sam tells him, but he still raises his hackles when he sees her. Sam taps his hand lightly to cut off the hissing noise beginning to emanate from his mouth.

"Hey Nat, Wanda," Sam greets carelessly, "glad you could make it." Bucky is still tense, even with Sam's hand on his shoulder now. Bucky remembers hearing about these plans the last time he was human, and Sam had been insistent on inviting-

"Hey, Buck." Bucky wants to throw up. Steve is there, with his big doe eyes, his savior complex, and his tin container of apple pie. Steve always brings food to events even though he can't cook and it's never asked for. Sam makes better pie and Bucky knows that, knows because Sam gave him a little as a treat once with a bowl of milk like he really was a cat having something it shouldn't. Bucky had felt euphoric for days even if he never told Sam. Bucky told his therapist instead and he lets his therapist know every time that they can tell Sam anything, and even if his therapist says they won't he hopes they're lying. But Steve is here even though he tells his therapist and Sam that he makes him uncomfortable, standing there with a sealed pie tin from some artisan bakery and leaning in to hug Bucky. Bucky hunches his shoulders up by his ears, so far that it smushes Sam's hand into his face and he tries not to cry because this is the closest thing he'll get to a pet all day. Steve hugs him for what feels like forever before Sam distracts him and asks Steve to help set the table. Bucky feels relief before he realizes that both Natasha and Wanda are staring at him with their big eyes like they can see through him. He needs to get out of here. Sam is gone and he can't crawl under the big chairs Sam bought for him and he can't feel his collar on his neck and he feels like he's free falling, like he's spinning out of control.

"Are you alright, Yasha?" Natalia asks. She looks at him like she can see the word "maladaptive" written on his forehead. Like she somehow knows he's "unhealthy". Bucky nods tightly and takes little sucking breaths through his nose because he can't purr right now to try and calm down. He inches away from the redheads and scoots closer towards Sam. Sam is better even if he is with Steve.

"Buck," Steve greets kindly, "I was just telling Sam about that Red Sox game you took me to right before I got pneumonia." Steve looks at him expectantly and Bucky feels sick again. Bucky knows the game he's talking about and remembers the midday heat and the sudden storm that somehow didn't stop the game. He remembers little Stevie, wet as paper in a puddle but refusing to go home and getting sick as a dog the next day. He remembers how he coughed like he was drowning on dry land and how Bucky lost his job at the pizzeria because he stayed home to take care of him. It's the expectation on Steve's face, though - it's frightening. Just because Bucky can remember doesn't mean that it was him, not any more than his human is him. Bucky is a cat now, and whatever he is or whatever he pretends to be is dead. He's a zombie when Sam needs him to be and a corpse when Steve wants his old pal. He's not good enough. He'll never be good enough.

"I tried to get you to leave, punk," is what leaves his mouth instead. The words feel like dialing a rotary number based on muscle memory and not knowledge; the phrasing and accent are old tombs Bucky doesn't recall dusting off. And yet they're still there, pristine and pretty when he needs them, but held behind this invisible barrier of 'not his'. Steve breaks into the sunniest smile Bucky's ever seen and Sam runs his fingers over Bucky's knuckles as he sets down the forks. It's not a good job but it's the best he's going to get.

Bucky feels like he's out of his body for the entire conversation with Steve, like the ghost of James Buchanan Barnes possessed him and is having a grand old time speaking to his old friend Steven G. Rogers. Even Sam and Natasha look impressed, though Wanda's eyes bore into him with a unique blankness. They all take a seat at the table and Sam serves them all some fresh greens with a black dressing. Bucky leans down to lick at it like he always does with strange foods but jerks back up at a strange ringing. When Bucky eyes Sam he sees that he's hit his fork against his glass.

"Mmm, salad," Sam says. Everyone at the table laughs; is it funny? It must be, even if it was just a reminder to Bucky that he needs to use his fork. Bucky picks it up in his flesh hand even if it's his non-dominant one, afraid he might scratch the metal with his other one. Bad cats don't get treats and Bucky wants to be a good cat, even if the only reward is a bad imitation of Sam's pie.

The dressing is balsamic vinegar and lays in thin black strands all over Bucky's baby spinach like squid ink pasta. The flavor is strangely sweet and tastes nothing like squid ink pasta, but Bucky still tries very hard not to remember the first time he had it. His therapist said that when he's facing a bad or scary memory he should try and ground himself. He focuses on the sweet taste of the balsamic vinegar and feels the snap of arugula under his teeth while listening to Sam's idle chatter. It is not squid ink pasta. He can be a good cat for Sam.

The next course is pasta. Bucky can't make himself eat it, not even if that makes him the worst cat in the world, so he begs Sam quietly for some day-old soup and a piece of garlic bread instead. Sam gives it to him without comment and directs the group's inquisitive stares away from Bucky's bland and milky soup. Bucky nibbles at his garlic bread in tiny bites and pretends his fangs are sinking into it. It helps. Steve, however, will not be dissuaded.

"No pasta, Buck?" He asks. Bucky shakes his head.

"No."

"Aww, why not? You love pasta?"

"Bucky loved pasta." He mutters vindictively. Even in his anger, he's not loud. He wants to hiss and scratch but he's still too fragile, too human.

"Come again?" Steve asks, the edges of his smile beginning to melt off his face like cherry popsicles off their little wooden sticks.

"Said I wasn't hungry," he repeats louder. "What, you hit a hundred and your ears broke?" Steve starts up a peel of raucous laughter. Wanda is not amused.

"It's not very good manners to eat before a dinner party," she says snidely. Bucky shrugs and pulls his hair out of its bun; he had put his bun up today so he doesn't feel bad about taking it down. Instead, he mostly feels relieved about being able to hide his face.

"What can I say? Sam finished dinner early and it was too good to resist." This is a lie, but he pairs it with his old smile and that twinkle in his eyes and watches Steve settle into "protect Bucky" mode. He has successfully turned the enemy against each other. He feels nauseous.

"Alright, knock it off you two." Even in his scolding Sam is amicable. Then, "Steve, come and help me cut this pie." Bucky excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

Bucky uses his metal hand to tie his hair up because his flesh one is shaking too badly. Bucky had tied his hair up this morning and Sam had been proud of him. He had been doing a good job of being human, but now he's started three problems and Sam has had to fix all of them. The least he can do is try to be a good cat and keep up with his grooming. The bun isn't as neat or as high up as it was before, betraying his anxiety and lack of coordination, but neither humans nor cats are very good at doing their hair. Sam says he keeps his short because he doesn't like the hassle. Sam wants to cut his because of the same reason. A messy bun will be okay. When he sits back down at the table there's a slice of pie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream in his spot. The ice cream is melted on the edges like whoever scooped it used a hot implement and the pie is still warm. Bucky wants to be a cat and give the pie-filling little kitten licks.

"I've always hated pie crust," he says as Steve comments "You always hated pie crust." They look at each other and share a laugh while Bucky's heart beats like a jackrabbit. What does he do now? Eat around the crust? Suck out the filling? Bucky eats the soggy, store-bought crust and the eggy ice cream Sam owns that he claims goes good with brownies. Bucky doesn't know because cats can't eat chocolate. Chocolate isn't a treat like pie; for him, it's deadly. Bucky shakes through the rest of the dinner and sweats through the movie and makes himself not cry while he hugs Steve and then finally, finally, they're all gone. Sam pats his face and goes to take a shower.

Most nights, Bucky sleeps in his blanket nest, but today he curls his body over Sam's feet. He wants to be the small, cuddly kind of cat that sleeps on its owner's feet today, the kind of cat that deserves to. Sam winces.

"You're too heavy for that man." Bucky doesn't mean to start crying but he does, long, plaintive mewls that are only broken by coughs or tears. Sam tutts at him gently and pats the space on the bed next to his torso.

"Aw, did you have a tough day Kitty? Why don't you come up here and I'll give you some pats." Bucky crawls upwards with his large, sinuous body, more like a jungle cat than a domestic breed, but Sam pets him all the same. "Like this, I can pet you all night," Sam says. "Isn't that better than laying on my feet?" Bucky is a cat, and he may not know much, but he knows the closer he is to Sam, the better.

Sam has a job. Bucky thinks that if Sam was different Bucky might not like the job very much, but Sam always leaves right after Bucky gets in sunning position and comes back after his second nap of the day. Sam always leaves food that can be eaten hot or cold too, so if Bucky doesn't feel like using the microwave it will be okay. Today Sam left him a turkey and Swiss sandwich with some apple juice. Bucky rips up the sandwich with his claws and licks at the apple juice until he isn't thirsty, then he washes his hands and lays down in the sun. There are a lot of different ways to stretch, Bucky has discovered, and none of them remind him of HYDRA. Nothing here reminds him of HYDRA anymore unless he's human, not even the bumps that the upstairs people make sometimes while Sam is gone. Before Sam, Bucky couldn't sleep at all because of the bumps. He was so afraid, all the time, and he couldn't sleep or eat or take care of himself. And then Sam started taking care of him, and Bucky eventually slept enough and ate enough that he started taking care of himself. Sam always calls him a good boy for eating all of his food and then washing his hands. Bucky used to not wash them, but then his hands would be sticky and he would cry without understanding why. Now it's better. Things are easier with Sam, and the way it's going, it may be easy without him too. Sam opens the door right as Bucky wakes up and Bucky watches with slit eyes as Sam sheds the stress of the day. The way Bucky was used to stress Sam, but now Bucky sees the way lines of tension fall away as Sam idly rubs his foot on Bucky's stomach. Bucky pantomimes biting him as playing cats often do and Sam laughs.

"Hey, buddy. Did you like lunch?" Bucky purrs happily.

[bakubub]

In which racer!kuroo is your roommate, and seems to only like it when you treat his wounds... (word count: 1.9k)

Ngl quite proud of this one!!

Warnings: 18+, a whole lot of swearing, a whole lot of blood, innuendos and implied nsfw, reader almost vomits (NOT from pregnancy chill, I know we're all scarred but its going to be just fine) and if you're squeamish perhaps skip the scene where reader stitches his wound?

Also bit of a disclaimer: I am in NO WAY a med student and literally all of my knowledge is from movies and other fics... so if you acc know what to do in this situation this may be a torturous for you :D

All due credits go to @aikk00​ for this AMAZING fanart!!!!

I watch as my roommate enters the penthouse, once again scratched up and bleeding, covered in so much blood there is no possible way that it was all his- if it was he would not be standing.

I launch myself off the couch- where I was sitting for the past hour nervously waiting for his return- and slip my arm under his, supporting him as we inched towards the bathroom.

"I can do this by myself you know," he grumbles, his grimace revealing just how much pain he was actually in.

"Mhm, I'm sure you can. Just like you boiled that poor egg by yourself last week, hmm?" I say sarcastically, trying to keep my mind calm and clear, because oh my god it looks really bad this time...

"Oi, its not my fault it fuckin' exploded," he mutters, voice laden with pain.

"You put it in the microwave because 'the shitty water wasn't doing its job.' Of course it would explode," I say, gently seating him on the closed toilet seat and taking out my supplies that I unfortunately have become rather accustomed to using. He's made it a habit to get himself injured.

"Where's the injury?" I ask, setting down my half-empty bottle of antiseptic and box of bandages. He peels off his shirt, cringing at the pain it brought him as the fabric was stuck to the gash that went from his left pectoral down to the middle of his chest.

"Pissed off a bidder after winning a race, fucker took out a knife once he realised he couldn't beat me up," he huffs out, arrogance still lacing his tone even with sweat dripping down his brow as he leans the back of his head onto the tile wall behind him. His Adam's apple bobs down his bloodstained neck as he speaks, and I quickly look away, focusing on the injury at hand.

Not his blood soaked, but nevertheless well defined pectoral muscles, nor the abs that my hands occasionally brush up against and know how hard they really are, and definitely not the trail of black hairs that lead down, down, down...

"What's wrong, the view too hot to focus on the work at hand?" He asks suggestively, raising his pierced brow, even in this state.

I'm quick to reply, having gotten used to his flirtatious remarks from the second I moved into his penthouse, "nope can't even see the view from that massive head of yours. Not to mention your permanent bed head."

He huffs out a laugh, then proceeds to flinch from the pain it must have caused.

"Stop moving, idiot. You're going to exacerbate the cut!" I say, quickly grabbing a damp towel and beginning to clean up his abdomen, whilst simultaneously pressing another rag to his wound to stop the bleeding.

“At least you admit that there is a hot view,” he says in his low voice, gazing at me from his position.

I simply roll my eyes.

No falling in love. That was the deal we had made on the day he offered me a place to stay in exchange for my services as a maid and apparently, a nurse. I cook, clean and basically keep the house running while this moron goes out and acts like the idiot he is. In my defense, dorms are expensive as hell, and his penthouse is nearby. Plus, I don't have to pay rent. It's a win-win situation.

But the feelings stirring up inside my heart might just ruin the dynamic we have going on and simultaneously take out a whole lot of cash out of my pocket.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

Once his skin isn't completely saturated in blood, and the wound has (thankfully) stopped bleeding, I add some antiseptic onto a make-up pad and begin to dab at his wound, earning winces and slight grunts from the massive man.

"The cut looks deep, Kuroo. You need to go to the hospital," I say, worry lacing my tone as my eyebrows crease and earn yet another huffing laugh.

"Do you want me to rot in prison for the rest of my life?"

I roll my eyes at his response, deliberately dabbing just a little harder which earns me a yelp and an attempted glare in my direction.

"First off, illegal street racing won't send you to prison for your entire life, just for like, half a year. Second, this wound needs stitches, and believe it or not, I'm not a fucking licensed medic. In fact, the only experience I have is with you!" I say, immediately regretting my choice of words as I wait for his remark.

"That's what she said," He says, chuckling at his own innuendo.

I sigh in frustration, pouring more antiseptic to make sure there was no chance of infection from whatever grimy ass knife stabbed him, and beginning to gently scrub the wound with a soft towel, so as to make sure there was no debris left in there.

"You're gonna have ta do it," he mutters, his hazel eyes boring into mine.

"I- I can't Kuroo, you can't possibly think-"

"Fine. I'll do it. Go get me a needle and thread," he states, struggling but nevertheless, sitting upright on the red stained toilet.

I stare at Kuroo in disbelief as he utters these words. Was he dumber than I thought? Does he have some sort of head injury too?

I examine his face and all I come up with is unnerving determination. I exhale out of my nose sharply, "fine, dammit. I'll sew your fucking wound shut."

I am extremely handy with a sewing needle and thread, used to really be into embroidery back when I had the time so...it should be fine.

He just shrugs, leaning his head back against the tiles and closing his eyes.

"Fucking asshole. Can't believe I'm saving your damn life," I mutter, leaving the bathroom to dig through my wardrobe for my sewing box and taking out a gold silk thread that I was saving for a special project.

Well, I guess that will never happen.

"Hey, I found some silk thread. It's literally known for its strength and durability in high temperatures, so it should work like a charm!" I say, walking back into the blood stained bathroom and trying to psych myself up.

He grunts in response. I sigh as I begin with mopping up the excess blood and sanitising the needle and thread before chucking on gloves.

I wipe the antiseptic over the wound once more, and examine it carefully.

Well, if his condition worsens, I can always knock him out and call an ambulance...

I decide, screw it, and thread the needle, pretending it was just another embroidery project.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I chant as I puncture his skin with the thin needle.

Kuroo gasps in pain, and I place a hand on his knee, telling him to suck it up and deal with it, half talking to him but also to myself.

To my surprise, he listens, stretching his head back once more and gritting his teeth.

"Don't do that, here put this in-between your teeth," I say, grabbing yet another towel and shoving it into his mouth.

He obeys as I continue to stitch. I feel my gag reflex kicking in as I think about how stitching skin feels as though I am stitching leather, it feels hard and tough while pushing the thin needle through.

Must hurt like a bitch.

Once I've completed my neat stitches down the wound, without vomiting, I tie it off as I would with any embroidery, and clean the area free of any remaining blood. After rubbing some antibacterial ointment over the gold stitches, I stick on a particularly large bandage over the wound and start tidying up.

"Thank you," Kuroo mutters, still seated on the toilet seat and practically panting for breath.

"Ah, the criminal knows his damn manners!! Now get up and get in the damn shower. You ruined my pristine bathroom!" I complain, putting the last of the materials away before walking to the door.

"Wait, I- I can't get up." I turn around and look at him incredulously as he utters his next few words, "will you... shower me?"

My eyes just about pop out of their sockets at his request. "Are you insane?! I'm not your mother, nor your wife! Call your pudding haired friend and tell him to come shower you!"

He shakes his head, a rare pleading look taking the place of his usual arrogant smirk, "Kenma's too lazy to shower himself, Y/n, please!"

I contemplated it for a moment. Sure, I've seen him naked before, accidentally of course, and so what if I have to scrub him clean. God knows he can't do it himself with that damn injury.

Fuck this shit.

"Fine, get up right now." I bark at him, leaving to change out of my blood soaked pjs into a pair of shorts and a tank.

"...I just said I can't."

---

"Ow, y/n, you're scrubbing too hard!" He complains, his exfoliating glove around my hand as I rub his toned back clean of any dead skin-cells and blood remains.

"But look how much stuff is coming off!" I say gleefully, enjoying this a little too much.

Kuroo, seated on the built-in bench in the open shower with his red boxers on, looks back to see the satisfaction dripping from my features.

"Are you secretly a sadist?" he whispers. In response, I begin to rinse off his raw back with hot water, causing him to screech like a cat.

"It burns, it burns-”

“Shut the fuck up, moron! It's 4 in the morning, you’re going to annoy our neighbours. I tried very hard to get in their good graces, and Mrs. Suzuki still doesn’t like me! She definitely thinks I’m some kind of hooker…” Kuroo laughs at this, and I can’t help but watch as his whole face brightens up from his usual emotionless expression. I find myself smiling in response.

I grab his expensive shampoo and pour some into my hands, beginning to massage it into his scalp. With wet hair, his raven strands are for once flat on his head and reach down to his defined jawline. Kuroo groans under my touch, leaning into my fingers. I snatch my hands back and pour hot water over his head.

"ARGH! Y/N!" He screams, hastily getting up and wetting me in the process.

"Ah- what are you-" I don't get to finish my question as he grabs my arm and yanks me next to him under the hot water, soaking my clothes and my hair.

"You asshole!" I screech as I reach up to pull his hair in defiance, but he only grabs my arm and hooks it around his neck, leaning down to look directly into my eyes.

Our noses brushing against one another, he mutters, "You look pretty with your hair wet and your shirt see through."

It takes me a moment to get past the compliment and to hear the perverted comment that he just uttered.

He sees my look of confusion and laughs, bends over, clutches his stomach and laughs, before bellowing in pain because of his injury.

Smiling smugly down at him as he grimaces, I force him to sit back down and continue massaging the shampoo into his hair, warning him that if he so much as moaned I would leave him in here, dripping wet and in pain.

"That's what he said," is his reply.

I smack his head in response.

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[robincantfunction]

If the world was ending ✰ F.W

day 4 of @theweasleyslut's writing challenge

inspired by the song: if the world was ending

requested: yes/no (requests are open)

word count: 1812 (i keep making them longer than intended i'm sorry)

warnings: my attempt at some sort of angst and kinda fluff at the end- idk this whole fic was an experiment of things i've never done before- like one kiss, being hit on by cormac, like 3 swear words, break ups, lower case, not proof read.

summary: after a break up, fred and y/n can't stop thinking about each other- especially after a small earthquake.

trope: flower shop au (i'm sorry cause i'm not great at flower shop au's, idk they're not really my thing but i gave it a try)

prompt: "were you dreaming of me again?"

𓆏𓃟𓃠𓃗𓃱𓃰𓄁

i could faintly hear someone calling my name, but the past few weeks i've been on and off zoning out and i can't help it. it's like a piece of me left when he did. "sorry, i was in another world for a minute there" he just smirked "were you dreaming of me again?" ugh. cormac, why does this man have to be the worst flirt in the world. you sell flowers, you could come up with such a smart and or cringe pick up line... to your customers. not your employee. "sure. 100% i was dreaming of you" my tone was drenched in sarcasm, no matter how many hints i give that guy, he still .thinks i'm interested "aw darling no need to be grumpy, or embarrassed about dreaming about me. god knows i dreamt of you" he winked. and then, there was an earthquake. a couple plants shook, and cormac lost his balance- it really wasn't that bad. but of course i couldn't stop myself from thinking of him.

as soon as it happened he popped into my head 'i hope it wasn't bad for fred'. god, i'm so stupid. throughout the rest of the day he was all i could think of. "um, sorry i don't normally do this, but you miswrote the little gift note on the bouquet" a random lady said, as i was wrapping up someone elses flowers "im so sorry, what did you want me to write on it?" she gave me a soft smile, although she was clearly annoyed "to mavis, with love" as i looked down at the note i wrote attached to the base of the bouquet i saw i wrote 'to fred'. great, i can't get him out of my head. and then the worst idea came to mind 'i should call him'. i wasn't going to deny that i miss him. every night it was like i was tip toeing around his ghost, nearly everything in my apartment reminded me of him- from the space on the sofa he used to always sit in whilst i put my head on his lap and he'd play with my hair, to his side of the bed, the shampoo he always used to tell me smelt nice, or the blue towel he never hang back up on the rack. everything could be correlated to him, even my place of work.

"freddie what are you doing here" he just gave me a hug, and a quick kiss. "is it illegal to come buy my girlfriend flowers" he said as if in shock, as he walked over to where we kept my favourite flowers "i suppose it's not the worst thing you could be doing" he chuckled at my comment and picked out a few flowers he knew i liked. once i finished wrapping them up like he asked he handed them back to me "m'lady, some pretty flowers for a pretty women" i giggled like he was my high school crush "you're insufferable" but i couldn't stop smiling. he really was a charmer.

"y/n, are you ok?" i was shaken out of my daze "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i'm really not with it today" she smiled at me, but still clearly irritated. i wrote down 'to mavis' and she seemed very glad to get out of the shop. i don't blame her, i'm really having an off day.

as i walked through my apartment door i had decided, i was gonna call him. i mean if the world was ending he'd come over right? as we neared the end of our relationship it seemed like neither of us were cut out for forever, we were distant. he and his twin ran a business and it was still taking a lot of their time and energy to keep it running, they were still figuring it out. but right now i was regretting it all. i really wanted him to hold me tight, even if it was for one last time.

he was like a drug and i needed my fix- and maybe even a lifetime supply.

☆fred's pov☆

"fred! hello, earth to fred" i was shaken out of my thoughts "are you ok, you've been staring into space for like 20 minutes, whats wrong?" george asked me, quite concerned, it's no secret i haven't been myself recently. i just missed her, and i wanted to call her. "nothin' georgie, just in my own world" he nodded slightly, he clearly knew i wasn't ok, but he knew that if he opened the wound more than it already is, it would make things worse. and then there was an earthquake. it wasn't a big one, just knocked over a really poorly stacked display in the shop, george also chucked it... whether that was the earthquake or his two left feet im not sure. and then my thoughts of y/n were amplified, by like 2000. the rest of the day was filled with nothing but y/n. god, what is wrong with me?

the shop, the apartment above the shop, all of it was full of memories of her. full of laughs, happy moments that i'd do anything to get back.

we didn't break up on bad terms, but they weren't exactly good terms either. both of us were busy and stressed with work and we took it out on each other, we weren't meant for each other apparently. but i felt like she was the one, ever since our first couple of dates, she was so special to me. "do you think i was stupid to do it?" i asked george, he looked up from his paper work slightly confused "fred you do a lot of stupid things, you're going to have to elaborate" i chuckled slightly and sighed "do you think i was stupid to let her go? i mean i barely put up a fight. we fought for 3 days in a row and then boom, my life fell apart" he gave me a sympathetic look, knowing how hard it had been "fred, couples fight. if you don't it causes a weird imbalance. with the buisness and her hours being extended you were bound to take it out on each other. it isn't the end of a relationship if you need space, and maybe that's what the break up gave you. if you want to call her, i'm sure she's in the same boat" he was right. "ok who gave you permission to suddenly be good at giving advice?" we both laughed "angelina. she took me to one of her work seminars. it was boring as shit"

just as i was about to pick up my phone to call her, it started ringing. the caller ID said y/n. huh what a coincidence. i answered the call and heard her sigh in relief "hey" i spoke, still in shock that she actually called me "hey freddie, sorry for calling i-" hearing her voice again brought a smilie to my face, i really missed it. before she could finish her sentence i cut her off "don't apologise. it's ok, if i'm being honest i was just about to call you anyway" she let out another relieved sigh "wait, really?" i chuckled a little bit awkwardly "yeah. i uh, i miss you. and i was also wondering if you were ok after the earthquake earlier, i know it was only a small one but-" now it was her turn to cut me off "wow we are ridiculous- i called to check if you were ok after it too" we both started laughing. it was like the old days. "are you still at work" she asked me "no, i just finished, how bout you?" i smiled slightly "yeah i finished like an hour ago... are you free, so we can like meet. i wanna talk to you, over the phone just doesn't seem like the best place to do it" now i was really smiling "yeah of course"

after talking on the phone for a little longer, to determine a place to meet, i left to meet her at the park we used to go to, at the bench near the playground. i was nervous, but happy she wanted to meet.

☆y/n's pov☆

i was sitting on the bench waiting for him, playing with the loose string on his my hoodie. i still wore it, it made me feel like maybe i wasn't stupid enough to break up with him after one stupid argument. i saw him walking towards me, and i felt happy- but sad. what if this didn't go well? "hey there" i smiled at him. i hadn't seen him in 3 weeks, which didn't sound like a lot, but before i was seeing him at least every other day. now i was seeing him for the first time in nearly a month, and it felt right. "how have you been?" he asked, i was kinda hoping he wouldn't ask me that, cause i really didn't want to lie to him "i've been better" he gave me a sympathetic smile "same, love, same... what happened to us?" i smiled sadly "i wish i knew freddie. i guess we were both overwhelmed with being adults and having responsibilities. we took it out on eachother and i really regret that" he nodded "i do to. fuck, why does life have to be the shit hole that it is" i chuckled "that's a great question. do you wanna try again?" i may regret asking that, but i just had to know "yeah, fuck yeah. i guess, and i can't believe i'm quoting george so don't tell the cocky bastard, we just needed a bit of space. and the break up provided that. we got out lives together a bit better. but god have i missed you" i smiled and let out a breath i didn't realising i was holding in, he wiped the stray tear that was running down my face and pulled me into a hug, and then a kiss.

a couple weeks past and things went back to normal. "why hello miss, could you tell me which flowers you think my girlfriend would like?" fred asked "hm, i suppose she'd like these ones, and i'm sure they'd look great in the blue vase that's on top of the cabinet in her living room" i smiled at him cheekily "would she, well i think that can be arranged" he stayed at the shop until my lunch break "cormac i'll be back in an hour, i'm having my lunch break with fred" he appeared from the staff room "oh so this is fred?" his voice laced with venom "no need to be embarrassed about dreaming of me" i mimicked, he didn't seem impressed "i would be mad, but i don't blame him" fred joked as we left the shop hand in hand. it was good to be back.

[deanwasalwaysbi]

Thinking About How This Wasn't Actually a Denial

But was it self preservation?

The year was 2013 and rather than a denial, Jensen said "Don't ruin it for everybody now."

What was the fan 'ruining' for everybody? The Con? or something else? So if I was a tinhatter - and sometimes I am - I might think about other tv shows from the past that were covertly queer and how they handled the question, were TV shows 'out'?

Mainstream shows like Bewitched, you know, shows that are so clearly straight, you can tell because... well. ... they never technically used the word 'gay'. ... witches honor

SPN Film Studies is Back in Session! Join Under the Cut for more on supernatural & the story about how Bewitched! came out of the Broom Closet

Bewitched aired from 1964-72, it's so old the first season was in B&W. The show starred Elizabeth Montgomery as Samantha, the strange housewife with a stranger secret. Her husband, Darrin, unwittingly married into the whole witchy family, from the now drag icon Agnes Moorehead's Endora with her open marriage, to the unmarried and batty Aunt Clara (Marion Lorne who played the mother in Hitchcock's heavily gay coded 'Strangers on a Train'), to the extremely coded Uncle Arthur (gay actor Paul Lynde). (We can't know for sure, but it seems at least 4 members of the cast were gay themselves.) The core premise of the show involves Samantha balancing who she really is with repressing that self for the safety and comfort of her family.

Samantha and her husband keep her [ahem] 'queer' nature a secret which gets harder on Samantha when she has to tell her daughter to live the same way, “I know what fun it is to be a part of the magical life ... to have so much at your fingertips. But we’re living in a world that’s just not ready for people like us, and I’m afraid they may never be. So you’re going to have to learn when you can use your witchcraft and when you can’t.”

There are plenty of generic 60s wacky hijinks but there are also whole episodes metaphorically about repression being harmful, episodes where characters asked if another was a 'thespian', episodes where Darrin was queercoded while under a spell, episodes about representation & bad stereotyping in media, and even two episodes where witches discussed whether it was time for witches to come out to the mortals, (whether mortals could accept that they were just nice normal people trying to live their lives like everybody else - or not - and would just freak out and kill them again).

When it came time to recast Dick York's Darrin with a new 2nd lead, Elizabeth and her husband, William Asher, knowingly cast the gay Dick Sergeant. (Although he wasn't out publicly at the time.) Then, when Sergeant came out in '91, Montgomery supported him and the two served together as the grand marshals of the Hollywood pride parade.

Dick Sargent expressed in the 90s what he would want in a Bewitched reunion episode: for Darrin to meet another like couple, a witch and a mortal who are married, and another, and another, and end up forming a whole community and support group, finding out that it was never so uncommon after all, that it was actually "about 10% of the population." The two would march in the first mortals and witches pride parade, saying they should have come out years ago.

In '94, Montgomery had this to say about the queer themes of the show, “Don't think that didn't enter our minds at the time. We talked about it on the set, that this was about people not being allowed to be what they really are. If you think about it, Bewitched is about repression in general and all the frustration and trouble it can cause. It was a neat message to get across to people at that time in a subtle way.” (x)

Interviewer: Are you concerned that your involvement in the gay-pride parade will lead people to believe you're a lesbian?

"[Laughing] I'm really not worried about that. There are bigger things to worry about. Like the presidential election and finding a cure for AIDS. I did the parade in support of Dick. I mean, in the end, didn't we all?" (x) (Montgomery was also one of the first celebrity allies to fight for LGBTQ rights and support HIV/AIDS-related fundraisers.)

So did they talk about it at the time? No. You can bet they didn't speak about it publicly. What would have happened if a fan, publicly, had asked Elizabeth, William, or Dick about the show's queer allegory content? This was a time when being gay was a literal felony. They would have had to have lied or risked losing the show, their careers, and possibly subjecting themselves to violence.

Now. back to Jensen and the Schrodinger's long con:

This was in 2013 - The same year that the Supreme Court of the United States struck down a federal ban on gay marriage. You certainly couldn't call homosexuality illegal in the US at that time. It's the same year that Dabb and Sgriccia spoke about the Aaron moment on the DVD and whether there's 'this potential for love in all places' for Dean. Of course Jensen said this about the very same scene: "But it was - you know - it was comedy. It was a comedic moment in the show and fortunately Dean gets a lot of the comedic moments in the show and it was just, you know, Ben was poking fun at the fact that - you know, how can we make this very kind of manly, heterosexual guy uncomfortable - uh -you know, or  or have him back on his heels and throw him off his game a little bit.”

I'm reminded of 2012 when Ben Edlund stepped in about a Destiel question at comic con, pretending it was some freaky thing that fans had made up even though he'd already written and directed TMWWBK, which had already aired.

Jensen: “What’s Destiel?” Ben Edlund: That’s some weird shit. Jensen: Is this something that you created, Ben? Ben: You don’t want any part of that.

Or the next year for season 9 when Jensen said “I think the whole Cas and Dean thing has gotten out of hand”  “I don’t think there’s anything secret to their relationship even though a lot of people wish there was” EVEN THOUGH- that season we got the nightstands acknowledgement and Misha (or both of them?) was told to “play him like a jilted lover”

Or Jensen's knowing bromance smile in 2015

I think recent events (cough spn gate) have made clear that the network and many viewers were still uncomfortable with CAS being gay in 2020, deleting even familial mentions of Cas from the finale episodes once he was revealed to be not only gay but also in love with Dean. (x) (x) (x) Can you imagine then what Warner Brothers would have said to an acknowledge bisexual Dean Winchester in 2013? Granted, there was no Trump election, but legitimate, could that have been the end of the show? Or the Russian and Conservative US viewership? Is it possible that Jensen would have feared so?

Is it possible that Jensen had a more personal reason for a knee jerk defensive response?

So was Jensen covering in 2013? Well. This happened 5 years later in 2018:

That hostile "? No." came even though Misha confirmed that he and Jensen had discussed Destiel by that point. Granted, discussing Destiel as a concept and accepting Dean being inherently bisexual are two very different things - Cas is GN after all - still, less than encouraging.

I may never get over the jumps back and forth that Jensen did. At this point I think there's no denying that a lot of SPN's queer content was on purpose, even as writers and actors were telling fans and network execs otherwise. Yet when each person involved was brought in? that question haunts me at night. I have gone off before about the timeline in my pursuit of whether Jensen was Ben Hur'd (x) and, if so, for how long. I'm sure many in this fandom have so much to add.

In the meantime we'll just have to cherish this moment from 2019:

Interviewer: 'So, tell us just a little bit about what you’re most excited to tackle with your character this final season.’ Jensen: “Cas. Just like a full football form tackle.”

Bewitched references in SPN:

2.05 - Dean: Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands.

2.20 - Dean says Barbara Eden was hotter than Elizabeth Montgomery - sigh - Dean.

7.05 - Dean thinks a husband has no idea his wife is a witch, and refers to him as Darrin. Dean also indicates he likes the first Darrin better. - (I guess I can't make a comment about how much TV Dean watched as a kid if I get all of his references and also haven't saved the world.)

14.03 - Jules refers to the witch as 'Brunhilde' - this is a minor character in bewitched but more so from mythology and likely referred to the cartoon witch from WB cartoons - the stereotypical witch that faced bugs bunny with the green skin and straw hair.

let me know if you have any to add. Stay Witchy ✌

[laboflove]

Oikawa & Iwa X FR

•Aged up•

Word Count- 2363

❗Warnings❗{Smut, angst, praising, infatuation, ridiculing, cheating, body shaming}

A/N: Thicc Y/N who's dating Oikawa and although he says he loves her it doesnt seem that way.

He smiles as he sees your eyebrows pushed together, you were always so cute when you were angry, he just wanted to keep making fun of you to see that face. "Tooru" you suddenly say making his smile fade, "Yeah?" He says confused and your phone buzzes, "Nevermind, I have to go, Iwa is here" you say then kiss his cheek before leaving.

A frown forms on his face as he sees you walk off, you were always hanging out with Iwaizumi. It made him mad because you were HIS girlfriend not Iwaizumi's. He huffs then leaves as well, whatever, hed just make you remember how great it is to date him.

You walk in to find him on your bed and he smiles, "Hey" you both say, you climb onto the bed forgetting about today at work and he pulls you onto his chest. "Did you gain weight? Damn" he says with a chuckle making the thoughts come back, "I think, I'll lose it dont worry" you whisper as you move off and onto the side.

He pulls you close, his hands trailing your body making you anxious, you werent skinny like other girls, you had curves and Oikawa would always tease you about it, middle school to now and you always tried to lose weight but youd gain it back. An endless cycle and honestly the last thing you wanted right now was for him to be touching you like this.

Yet you dont stop him, instead closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep but his hands get more touchy, soon enough spreading your legs. "Not tonight Tooru" and his frown appears again, that's the second time this week you've called him that. "Okay" he says then turns around and you both fall asleep, one angry and confused and the other filled with dark thoughts.

"I just dont understand, shes been calling me Tooru this entire week, why?" He says as he passes the ball to Iwa, "Its your name" He says making him huff. He knew it was his name but you've never called him that before, so why now?!

"I dont like it, she never calls me that so why now? Did I do something wrong?" He says and Iwa stops, "You always make fun of her, im surprised she hasn't dumped you yet" and Oikawa's mouth goes dry. His biggest worry, something he never wants to happen, for you two to break up, you meant everything to him, youd always lift him up, give him pointers and take care of him. You couldn't leave him, you're all he had.

"S-she knows I'm just kidding, I don't mean any of it" he says then the ball flies towards him, "Iwa-!", "It always sounds like you mean it, you tell her shes fat, that shes not pretty enough, that she isnt smart, terrible shit but you never say that you're just kidding. Even then you shouldnt say shit like that to someone who already deals with criticism as it is, you especially shouldn't say it to her because shes your goddam girlfriend" he leaves and Oikawa clenches his fists.

"Hey!" And he looks back, "Do you like her?!" He yells out earning a nod making his blood boil, "I've liked her since middle school, even more in high school and the most right now, but she made the stupidest decision on dating you" and he walks off again.

"Youd never leave me right?" He asks as he rests his head on your chest, you dont answer making him look up with dim eyes, "You would?" He asks and you sigh, "If something were to happen yes but just breaking up with you for no reason would not happen" and he nods. "Um, what would be the reason?" He whispers remembering the conversation with Iwa, "If one of us cheats, I'd never do it but well..." you stop and he looks up at you.

"I-im sorry, I'll never hurt you like that ever again, so please dont leave me" you nod then place a kiss on his head.

He looks back at the tv but hes barely focusing on it, only remembering that night. He was drunk, saying terrible stuff and when he woke up he found you in front of him, sitting down, looking super tired and your eyes were so dry and red. He didnt know why till he looked around and found unfamiliar clothes, women's clothes.

You didnt talk to him about it, none of you brought it up and soon you were both back to normal but he knew that all trust created was gone.

His thoughts are broken by the familiar buzz pattern and you pull the phone to your ear, "Hey" you say with a smile, why cant you smile like that when you talk to him? Why doesnt your voice get all cute and soft with him? Why is it only with Iwa?

"Oh I'm with Oikawa" you say as your hand runs through his hair, he smiles and even more as you rest it on his cheek. "I-iwa" your hand twitches slightly and he can feel your aura change, "Dont call me until your done with that crap, God, you're worse than Oikawa" you put your phone down and he looks up at you.

"What's wrong?" He asks but you shake your head, "Its nothing, just Iwa being a bit of an asshole" he nods and you look at the tv.

"He doesnt love you, he says all that shit which he shouldnt be saying, what if he cheats on you again huh? "

You let out a sigh then close your eyes, uh oh, you're pissed.

"Hey" you hear, turning around you see them and shoot a smile, "Hey guys" you say as you slowly come to a stop. "Whatre you doing here?" One asks, "Oh uh well you know working out" you say and they nod. "Any specific reason? You look perfect already" you laugh making them confused, "Yeah right, if I was Oikawa wouldnt judge me 24/7" you say and they tilt their heads.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get back to this" you say with a small smile and they head to the other side, "Whatre you thinking?" Akaashi asks as Bokuto glares in your direction. "I'm thinking that I want to kill Oikawa", "As much as I'd love to help you do that, its illegal" he says and he huffs. "Only if i get caught".

"Whatre you doing?" He asks as his arms wrap around your waist, you step off and you smile, "Yes" you say and he rubs your stomach, it's not as squishy as before. "I finally lost 15 pounds" you whisper with a large smile and although he should be congratulating you it doesnt make sense. "Whyd you lose weight?" He asks and you look back, "For you, you wanted me to lose it remember?" You say and he looks at you in the mirror.

"I'll love you no matter what", "Haha, yeah right Mr. I want a trophy wife who's beautiful and perfect" you say then move away, his heart clenches hearing you say the words he regrets telling you. He didn't want anyone but you.

"Y-you know I love you right?" He says and you look at him, you dont say anything making his heart break. "I do Tooru, it's just hard to believe" and he looks down, "Okay".

"Y/N" he says for the thousandth time this night, "Are you even listening to me?! It's like you dont care about me! You're always off with Iwaizumi doing God knows what! Why cant you just love me! Only me!" The tears keep falling but you dont look back and you dont let a sob escape. For three days it's been like this, him finding anything to ridicule about and making sure you knew how terrible of a girlfriend you were.

You stand then look at the tree your parents gave you, well it was meant for both of you, something to resemble your love for each other, always growing and alive till death.

A sigh escapes your lips and you walks up to it, "Just as I suspec-", "If I cut this down does that mean were done too?" You ask surprising him. "What does that mean?" He asks and you turn to look at him, "I want to break up" and he looks down. You're crying, you're actually crying, hes never seen you cry, you always refused to look at him whenever you did so hes never got to see it and he wishes he never did.

"Why?", "Why? Why?! Why else Tooru?! Every second I spend with you hurts me! The love in our relationship cant even compare to the amount of pain there is! You give me so much shit and i try to be better, i try to become someone perfect for you but theres always something! I dont love Iwa like I love you! I never have! I only love you but it's like you dont think i do! Even though you're the one that cheated! You're the one that broke the trust! I should've broke up with you before!" You cover your mouth realizing what you just said and you look away.

You were right but why did you say all that stuff to him, he looks at you but quickly looks away. "I'm leaving" you say then rush past him, "W-where are you going?" He asks as he follows you upstairs, you couldn't leave, not like this. He has to say sorry, he has to fix it, he cant lose you!

"I dont know but I cant stay here" you pack stuff up as you avoid his hands, "No" he suddenly says as you reach for the front door. "Bye" you leave in a rush and he looks around, "NO! GET BACK HERE!" and he falls to ground. It actually happened, you left him, you left him and it's his fault, who's going to love him now? Who's going to help him when he gets sick and who's he going to tease?

He leans in as he holds you close, "I love you" he whispers but you stop him, "Its been two months yet you still push me away", "I didnt have sex with Tooru till we were five months in" you say but he doesnt stop, "Oh c'mon, you know you want to so ju-", "Can you stop? I'm really not in the mood for anything like this" you say as you push his hands away from your stomach and thighs.

"Oh I get it" he says as he pins your hands above your head, "You think I'm like Oikawa, that I'll point out your flaws, that I'll think you're ugly, that I dont actually want you" he says into your ear and you look away, he was right and you both knew that. "Well guess what, we all have flaws, I dont think you're ugly and damn do I want you" he kisses you hard but your squirm in his embrace.

"N-no Iwa stop" you let out with a soft moan as he rubs his knee against your clothed heat, "Why? We both want this, you just cant admit it" his tongue trails up your neck as you resist him only making him want you more. "So soft and you always smell so good" he murmurs as you grind against his knee although your mind is saying you dont want this.

"So pretty, especially these moans" desperate whines leave your mouth as he slowly undresses you, "Heh, I think we should take this to the bed" he says as he looks down at your naked body.

Your arms cover yourself as much as they can as he lifts you bridal style, "M-maybe we should wait, i-i should lose a few m-", "Shut the hell up or else I will tie you up" you nod fast and he places you on the bed. "Fuck me" you turn red seeing his eyes take you in, he reaches for his shirt and you move up to help him but he pushes you down making you bounce a bit.

"Stay right there" he undresses as you watch, once hes done he spreads your legs making your body heat up and filling you with so many emotions. "So perfect" he says as he pushes in slowly, you hiss slightly at the feeling you havent felt in such a long time. "Ah- no, Haji-!" He thrusts harder and faster making the frame hit the wall, over and over.

"So warm, so tight and it feels so good" moans leave his mouth making you bite your lip, this felt so different, way too different. "Dont think about him" he says as he thrusts hard sending your eyes wide open, "I-I dont know how he fucked you, or if hes a goddamn sub but dont! Fucking! Think about him!" He growls out with a thrust each time, feeling angry that even now you're still thinking about him. "Sorrysorrysorry!"

Pants leave his mouth as cries leave yours, "God I love you, I love you so much" he mutters as he looks at your pink cheeks and tears falling down your face, he lowers next to your ear as one hand holds your thigh as the other holds your head close to him. "I love the way you just clamp around me" his hips slow down, grinding against you, "I feel like coming every time I thrust into you, that's how good you feel" you tighten around him as the praises keep coming.

Why did this feel so good? Just his words were getting you there and it was so embarrassing that he made you feel this way. "I just cant believe that the woman I've loved since I was 13 is finally mine, that were here together and you're in my arms" he stops to kiss you and you sniffle slightly, "You can come now" a soft cry fills the room as you come and he thrusts a bit more leading to groans and a warm feeling in your core.

"You're mine, only mine".

[chronic-claire-universe]

HI CLAIRE!!! I AM COMING BACK AGAIN TO JOIN THE MATCH UP 😩 I hope you don't mind!

CONGRATS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL CLAIRE!!! I hope Ran always come to your dreams every single night 😌💖 We should discussing our fantasy about him again soon 😌

And here is me! (I edited this so I can give you a complete description about me)

I'm 8w9 INTP sp/sx sun: Leo moon: gemini, my height is 153cm and I have a petite body. Mentally ill? Yes, I am bipolar and having anorexia (more like relapsing again after surgery). When I am at my manic episode, I almost kill my family at the car-crash because I got too irritated that I pulled my sister's hair while she was driving—luckily she's a good driver or I am gonna be in jail rn 😩 When I was a kid, I used to get into some fights with boys (I won ofc) but since my father died, I tried not to get into fight ( I don't want to deal with my mother's dramatic and victim-mentality ass ) and I (gladly) never fight again after that 😌 That's why I really good at sport ( as a female I always got the highest point—even when compared to the male, I still on the top 5 on sport ) I really good on art ngl that's the reason I am at uni rn because I got scholarship (I won several art competition)! Also, I did english debate competition back then, but we were this 🤏 close to get into semi-final but bruh we defeated by 0.20 point! 🥲 I can do all those things by self-taught!

When I feel sad or miserable, I punish myself by starving myself lmao. Or I will usually get quiet and cut people around me. 

My social skills? Fine I think. I weirdly get along with a lot of people (everyone kinda knows me) but I never talk to them first. Even though I have a lot of friends, I only have one close friend ( tragic right:") )

My personality is rude—blunt in the rude way(?), I do whatever I want to because I seek freedom of expression, LOVE debating about certain issues, and surprisingly I'm quite a wise person. But, I have no jam. Right, I couldn't make any jokes since I usually use the wrong tone in my voice :( I prefer to keep my joke inside my imagination or write it down somewhere. I always try to dominate my man, but I want my man to dominate me too ( do you get what I mean here? 😭 ) I love to be alone too. I HATE loud voices, reptiles, and crowds. I'm not the type of person who easily shows my love to anyone. I think because I have a really high pride *sigh. I felt like my kin actually is Rindou Haitani. But when I took the quiz I got Kazutora, Getou, Mori, Eren, and Dio Brando (that's the funny one)

I'm working as a graphic designer. Which somehow makes me currently don't have any interest. But I love listening to music (pop-rock and r&b ) . I love watching wwe/mma and hate romance anime/movies.

I'd like JJK and Haikyuu match up, please🥺  NSFW and I want male!

—Sorry for long ask :(

Hey my sweet plum, I read your request thousand times, let me say that I got worried and a bit sad hearing what you had to face in your life. I hope your mental health, despite your bipolarism, it isn't too messed up, lot of genius such as Michelangelo suffered bipolar disorder and see what he was capable to create! Ran woke me up this weekend, he wanted company 😁

Anyway, here your escort for my birthday party:

Jujutsu Kaisen - Megumi Fushiguro

Babe it was him or Nanamin, I opted that Megumi could be better since he has more patience than Nanami for your bratty attitude.

Megumi has the sharp mind to get through your facade, to understand your struggles and cope without problems with your rythm.

When you're manic episodes appear, he knows how to support every idea you get, even the strangest one. The first times he was worried to see you this active and in the mood to do things but now he got used to it.

Talking about these episodes, he enjoys when you're in the mood to debate with him or others.

He often suggest to watch some educative documentaries or biopic movies especially the ones that involves human rights. You get in a fiery mood when you watch it and try to explain why the things that the characthers had to endure are atrocious and illegally and how we should fight to eradicate them from the society.

Going to the other facade of the your personality, the depressive episodes are quite difficult to handle, you stay a lot in bed, you don't want to do anything.

He always brings you a cup of tea and cuddles you for hour, sometimes he gives you a paper to let you draw.

He hates when he needs to get you up for work, he knows you struggle and sometimes even cry but in the end when you get a grip you feel a little bit better.

In these cases, he brings you out for a jog or just a walk with his divine dogs or the little bunnies ready to pet.

Overall Megumi has a lot of patience with you but he's repaid when he sees the portrait and the things you cook for him, the struggle worths the prize in the end!

Haikyuu - Daichi Sawamura

I decided you definitely need a calm but strict man in your life and Daichi is perfect for this!

In Haikyuu universe you definitely play in the female team and you met Daichi during a combined training! You're a middle blocker in your team and you can't get me think otherwise!

You are strong and Daichi is astonished to see this, but when Nekoma came for the second time in Miyagi and Kuroo got on you, to give you some advices for a better tecnique, that's where Daichi got really jealous! He saw you for first and he definitely doesn't want, that roosterhead to hit on you!

"Marv go out with me!" it wasn't a question, it was a statement "I guess asking isn't in your knowledge, but Daichi there are proper times when to ask me out. Not when I'm sweaty and in a middle of a training!" you say with sharp eyes, Kuroo laughed at your bluntness and went away, but Daichi reply "Yep, sorry I got carried away and I felt to say it know" you smirk and say "Jelous are we? Ne Daichi don't blush!".

Your relationship is pretty natural, your dates consist in training and homemade dinner

You're pretty active and energetic in Daichi's mind, that's why when you went in one of your depressive episodes he got really worried.

As Megumi he took a lot of care of you, but the difference is that he prefers that you recover from yourself, also, if you have a therapy it's really difficult for you to take it in these moments and he obliges you to eat something and help you bring down the pill.

Normally you would hate these moments, but Daichi knows really well how to handle them, comfort foods such as pizza, tacos, ice cream, sushi are there for you to help you improve your mood and somehow it helps.

When you get a bit better, you can't go out training but you definitely draw or play sports with the Wii at home, this is definitely quality time for him.

Overall it could sound strange but Daichi doesn't hate these episodes, because he can see that you can do chores or just have fun, and this is definitely a proof of strenght for him!

He definitely loves Marv the warrior girl!

I finished! Babe hope this wasn't too sad for you, but I figured out that seeing you needed fluff and comfort, thanks for opening up and join the event, if you want to help me with a little gift here this is my Ko-Fi!

[buckysbest]

IT WAS GOOD UNTIL IT WASN'T

CHAPTER TWO: CAN I?

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Reader

Series Warnings: NSFW TOPICS, Manipulative/Toxic tendencies, sad boi steve rogers, cheating, alcohol

Series Summary: Heartbreak follows her everywhere and Steve Rogers is nothing but the latest victim, at least thats what she thought? Now she can't shake the feeling of him no matter where she goes.

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Hey lovelies! Sorry I haven't been posting much, I am have just had a lot going on the past few weeks. I absolutely adore all of you (@lookiamtrying im talking to you extra) and I cant wait to see what you guys think!

ps sorry for any typos lol I really wanted to give you guys something today

Series Masterlist coming soon // Masterlist Coming soon

You could pretend you weren't petty and you could pretend he didn't have your blood boiling, but you knew you’d only be lying to yourself. At the sound of her voice, your stomach had dropped practically through the pavement and you were pissed.

Your “vacation” in Miami now officially cut short as you found yourself leaning back into your increasingly uncomfortable plane seat. You drummed your nails on the back of your phone as you began to actually consider the consequences that would follow the impulse purchase of your ticket.

You knew you shouldn't go back. You knew what kind of message this sent.

It practically screamed your need for attention from your boy in red, white, and blue while also displaying the jealousy you couldn't quite push down for all yo see

But you just couldn't help yourself.

If he was going to disrupt your plans this heavily, the least you could do is return the favor.

The sun was just rising over the wing of the aircraft as the flight attendants made their final rounds and speeches to the nearly empty plane. The pounding headache from your night of partying was only worsened as the roar of the engines seemed to get louder and louder. In an attempt to mitigate the pain, you pushed the power button on your phone and shoved it into the seat pocket beside you. Your head found the back of the seat with a small groan as your frustration with yourself only grew.

In need of some peace, you let your tired and heavy eyes drape shut. Much to your dismay, they only provided a screen for the tortuous highlight reel of his hands on your body to play upon.

This was going to be a long flight.

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As the wheels of the plane finally landed, you quickly gathered your limited belongings and headed straight for the exit. Your rushed departure from Miami couldn't have been more obvious to the other passengers and pedestrians around you. The early morning business class was filled mostly with people in professional wear which provided a stark contrast to your, albeit, slutty and glittering minidress.

Your heels echoed throughout the airport with each step toward the exit of the building, disrupting the stillness of the morning. As you finally crossed the threshold into the fresh air, your driver waved you down excitedly. The pain in your head worsened once again as your agitation grew and you slid on your sunglasses with an eye roll.

“Miss. Y/N, it is really so lovely to see you, we all missed you so much! Your father was incredibly excited that you decided to come home early!”

As you walked further from the building, he rushed around you, gathering your belongings from you as he continued to sprinkle you with unnecessary compliments.

“Mhm, yeah, Thomas, that's really lovely- truly, do you mind though, can we just skip home and just go to the penthouse please?”

The request surprised him a bit, probably because your father prepared him for a different sight exiting the airport. Instead of a burnt out party-girl chomping at the bit for the comforts of home, he was met with a hungover and irritable heiress already smothered over her newly acquired lack of freedom.

The serenity of the ride into the city allowed you a moment of reflection as hints of guilt began to pool in the bottom of your stomach. While your attitude didn't completely improve, you did feel bad for the way you had spoken to Thomas because in all fairness, the limo was far warmer and comforting than the unwelcoming New York air and you knew he was simply doing his job.

The tension in the vehicle seemed to diffuse a little as you got closer to your apartment. Your eyes and energy had rather refocused on the real reason for your return as you turned to your phone, staring at the messages Steve had left you.

3:15 (We’ll talk in the morning, ok?)

3:20 (Sweetheart, look, if it's really important, I can stay up for a bit longer)

4:00 (did you at least get home safe?)

5:00 (doll, you're making me nervous, please just let me know your safe)

You bit your lip in concentration but your eyes were drawn away from your phone before you could craft a response as the car found itself coming to a slow stop. Thomas made his way to your door, opening it and offering you a hand as you stepped out and took in the building. After the all-too-long ride up the elevator, your mind was settled as you entered your top floor home. It was just how you had left it two months ago and it felt good to be back.

“Just a moment thomas, I just need to get changed”

Thomas awkwardly dismissed himself back to the car as you walked into your bedroom and subsequent closet. You paused under your closet archway briefly to finally type the response you had been thinking over.

8:00 am ( can I come over? or do you have company)

Your nails met your lips as you nervously awaited his response.

8:00 am (wait what? are you home already?)

8:00 am (you know you can come over anytime )

A smile grew on your lips at his timely response. Your hands rummaged through the variety of drawers lining the walls of your wardrobe before stopping to feel the lace of a white set of lingerie you knew he couldn't resist. Sliding it on, your eyes gel onto the perfect outfit for your intended purposes.

The black velvet top and matching skirt hugged your body in a way that should be illegal while your diamond-studded pumps found their way onto the floor replaced by equally stunning white pumps. They rubbed slightly on the blisters you had acquired in the past week as you quickly made your way back out the door after grabbing your handbag from the couch.

‘He lived right down the street’ you repeated to yourself as traffic dragged what should have been a five minute ride into a fifteen minute endeavor.

The anticipation of being reunited began to expose itself as your skin began to glisten and an excited glow rose onto your face. Before Thomas could even put the car fully in park, you had already opened the door, saying a quick don't wait up before slamming the door shut.

Your legs couldn't seem to move quick enough as you walked through the hallways until you reached his door. Your heels must have given your arrival away because before your knuckles could even knock on the door, he swung it open and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I am so glad you're safe”

His warm breath tickled your neck as he mumbled the soft words into your hair. A small smile found its way onto your face at the notion before you raised yourself onto your tippy toes, whispering back an “I missed you”.

You could feel the silence and comfort in everyone of your muscles as they relaxed into the man you knew all too well. You turned around, stepping into the threshold of his home without breaking the strong grip that he still had on you. Taking the small note, he released you slightly, pulling his large frame through the door as well before he shut it gently. His eyes softened as they met yours for the first time in two months.

“What are you doing home?” A small smile raised onto his face as you took another step into him, laying your head on his chest.

“I already told you, I missed you,” you replied as his hands that laid respectfully on your lower back were lowered by your own mischievous hands. You placed a soft kiss beneath his ear, “Did you miss me too Cap?”

A small groan left his mouth at the nickname and you knew you were close to getting what you wanted.

You lead his hands once again lower, this time to the bottom of your skirt, prompting him to slide it up a bit. Your hands finally left his as you reached them up around his neck and leaned in.

His lips met yours halfway in a movement that could only be described as desperate.

The slow and agonizing pace that he had tried to set for you was now gone as he patted your thighs and you jumped. He carried you to his bedroom, tossing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you.

His mouth then began to make its way down the side of your neck, eliciting a loud moan from your painted lips. A satisfied smirk momentarily appeared on his face as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. They seemed to search your eyes for a moment before they broke away from yours with a small frown. His hovering form came down as he placed his head on your chest with a groan.

“What's wrong cap?” you joked slightly as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Steve?”

“I can’t do this doll.” His sweet eyes raised to meet yours and you could immediately tell they were filled to the brim with guilt.

“Of course you can Ste-”

“You don’t understand y/n,” he said with a deep sigh before pulling himself further back and standing up. He began to pace slightly as he continued with a frustrated groan, “I- fuck- “

Your eyes widened at the uncharacteristic language and behavior of your golden boy as his eyes met yours once again. “I-I finally found someone who will give me what you cant y/n.” He paused momentarily, as if being hit by the recoil of the gun he had just fired into your heart. “She, She really sees a future with me doll and, and I-I can't just throw that all away for nothing” he says. His words and his eyes were laced with propositions and it really appears like he's trying to convince himself more than you.

Nonetheless, your heart dropped to your stomach and you could feel tears threatening to brim at your eyes. “Nothing? Am I nothing to you Steve?”

“Oh- of course no- I didn't mean it like that,” he sighed as he quickly walked back over to you.

You extended an arm out before pulling him back onto the bed and flipping him over. Straddling his hips, you leaned down and laid into his chest. His arms once again found their way around you, if only because of muscle memory. You held this embrace for a moment before sighing out your own proposition.

“I’ll go Steve… I’ll go and leave forever if you really want…. Just tell me..” You leaned your head up slightly to meet his ear and whispered,

“Is that what you really want?”

[waynewifey]

A dream of you and me—

soulmate!au

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: In a world where a dream means something more, trying to save the boy from your dreams can change your life.

Warnings: angst, crying

Words: 1900.

A/N: Thank you so much for the amazing feedback on my last fic! I’m sorry it took me so long to comeback, please remember that my requests are always open! I hope you like this.

I've always liked dreaming. It's the moment of the day where I'm taken to a random place with random people to live a priceless adventure. Tonight I dreamed with a boy. Well, I was the boy. We were running through the Hogwarts corridors, but somehow no one saw us. It was like we were invisible. We ran up to the bridge, staring at the moonlight. He was sad for an unknown reason, I could feel it. I saw his black locks blocking the vision when it winded. I've never seen his face before, but, somehow, he felt like... home. He let out a deep breath and I heard some footsteps approaching. Suddenly, the image became blurred. I let out a gasp, waking up. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, before opening my curtains, looking around and noticing it was still night. I got up and walked to the biggest window in the room. The moon looked exactly like the one in my dream. Maybe it is happening right now, I thought. But that was impossible. Well, not really impossible, more like improbable. The soulmate link was a very rare occasion. One would dream about the day or the moment the other were living for days or years, until they meet and recognise each other as soulmates. But they wouldn't see faces or hear voices, so that turned the meeting more difficult and rare. I've never met soulmates beside the ones in fantasy books.

The morning after, I woke up earlier than usual, as I could barely sleep. I got ready quickly and ran to the Great Hall. I was looking for someone who looked like they haven't slept properly, someone who may be up all night. But, to be honest, all seventh graders looked almost dead, thanks to the exams. A red head sat beside me, putting some books on the table.

"I have something to tell you." I immediately said.

"Not even a 'Good Morning'? Fine then. What is it?" Lily Evans replied. I rolled my eyes at her, beginning to speak.

"I dreamt with someone. I know it's rare but I really think it may be... that." She looked disinterested, picking her food. "Lily, I'm serious! It felt so real! And I could feel his feelings too! What should I do?"

"There's nothing to do yet, I guess. You'll have to keep dreaming and collecting clues. But maybe you could forget about it and help me with my charms assignments." She bit a piece of bread and I gave her an yellow smile. By the corner of the eye, I saw a group of boys approaching.

"Or you could ask your pain in the ass boyfriend." She scoffed, turning around and smiling at James Potter, whom were now sitting beside her, embracing her back with his arm and laughing loudly about something I didn't knew. Remus Lupin sat on my side, as usual. He was the only tolerable one in the group. He often helped me with my studies, but our relationship was very far from a friendship. Other two boys sat in front of us.

The day went by normally. Too many classes for my last two neurones. I was exited to go to my dorm and sleep, to test my theory.

I could see the dark sky and the Whomping Willow. A rat ran to the roots of the tree and pressed a small knot. The tree stoped moving. We dove into a hole next to it. After a long time walking inside of a tight tunnel, we arrived at the gardens of a house. The Shrinking Shack?! What is he doing here? We entered the house and walked to what looked like a living room. I watched as a gigantic creature approached. Some kind of wolf, but it was standing in two legs. It's arms were thin. It was looking a bit... tired? I analysed the beast carefully. A werewolf! Why was he around that monster? He was in danger!

I jumped out of  bed, running to get my robe and my wand. I left the dorms, running to the Castle Grounds. The wind was extremely cold, but I kept running. I searched for the knot on the Whomping Willow. After a few times being thrown in the air by the tree, I finally got to the secret hole. It seemed like it took me forever to get to the house. I heard a howl and a growl, which made me desperate to find my soulmate. Would he even be alive by now? I came across a bizarre scene. A werewolf, a huge black dog, a stag and a mouse – the mouse in my dreams – all laying on the floor. The werewolf turned its head to me, growling at me. The dog jumped, getting in front of me. Where was my soulmate? The werewolf tried to attack me, but the stag got on its way. They were protecting me? Why? The dog barked at me, getting my attention. He ran to the exit door, turning his head back at me, as if he were calling me. I followed him. I ran to the gardens, but the dog was gone. Suddenly, a boy came out of behind a tree, wearing a black fur robe. I annalized his face in the moonlight. I recognised his black locks from my dreams. Sirius Black.

"What are you doing here? You need to go back to the castle right now." He said, eyes not focusing on me and ears on alert, still taking care of whatever was happening in the house.

"What are YOU doing here?! Did you know that is not a regular wolf, but a werewolf?! And if it bites you-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, you. Leave." He cut my speech, making me roll my eyes.

"I can't let you die! Every night I have these dreams, you're always getting yourself in trouble and-"

"You dream with me? You saw Moony?"

"Yes, Black, keep track. Stop interrupting me. Wait, who's Moony?" Sirius looked around, getting closer and lowering his voice, like he was about to tell me a secret.

"Remus Lupin. He's a werewolf. The stag is James Potter. I'm not sure if you've seen it, but the rat is Peter Pettigrew and... I'm the dog. Yeah, yeah, woof. We're animagus. Remus is under control... well, kind of. But it's still not safe for you and I need to take you back to the castle." I was stunned when he grabbed me by the elbow and made me walk all the way back. My thoughts wouldn't process, my mind was a mess.

"You're supposed to drink the tea, not stare at it, you know?" Sirius said, his voice echoing in the empty common room. I blinked for the first time in a while. I took a last look at my teacup, glancing upwards. I stared at his obsidian orbits, frowning my eyebrows trying to figure out what to say. Sirius Black was my soulmate. This guy I've never really talked to before, whom I know practically nothing about, and now I discover he's an illegal animagus, friends with a werewolf and will probably reject me so badly the angels will pity and and let me escape from hell. Because I made it quite obvious by telling him about my dreams, and he ignored it.

"I dreamt about you, you know what this means, right?" I couldn't keep the eye contact for long and quickly went back to staring at my tea. I moved in the couch to a more closed posture.

"Yeah, I understand it just fine." He said. I couldn't figure out his emotions by the tone of his voice, so I looked at him. His expression was as neutral as his tone, not helping me at all.

"Oh, okay. I wasn't expecting this." I rested my cup on the coffee table in front of us, getting up. I felt a slight spark of anger inside of me, starting to burn everything. He scoffed, leaning back on the chair. "Well I don't like that either! It's just- It seems unfair to condemn me to literal hell just because you're not happy about me being your soulmate!" The words bursted out of my mouth without a previous warning, tears forming in my eyes. I had waited for so long to see if I had a soulmate and he just scorn me like that? "I'm sorry if I'm not what you expected, but this isn't my fault!" I blubbered, gathering all the small amount strength that kept me on foot to turn around and walk away. But before I could do so, his arms embraced me in a harm and desperate hug. The smell of his hair made me dizzy, and I could honestly live there.

"I never believed in this. I never thought fate would bring someone to keep company to a person like me but- seeing you cry made my heart ache... So please stay. I don't care if we're soulmates or not, I just... need you here."

Epilogue — 3 years later.

I finished mixing the coffee and placed it at the silver tray. I took a final look: scrambled eggs, fried tomatoes and mushrooms, and bangers — it all looked delicious. Not the kind of thing I was used to do, but I definitely am good at it. I walked to our room and opened the door. He was in the same place he was when I left earlier: the bed. I put the tray on the nightstand, preparing myself to wake him up. I sat beside him, staring at his unique features. The sunlight coming through the curtains lightened his nude torso and I got myself admiring his skin.

“Breakfast in bed? Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend?” His husky morning voice, massaged my ears. “Fiancée, actually.”

“Well, I thought this was a great way to celebrate your first day of work and our three year anniversary.” I kissed the top of his head as my hands danced around on his curls. “But don’t get used to it, you’re the cooker in this relationship.”

“I love you, Y/N L/N Black.” I stared down at his face. The same face of the boy I fell in love with, a long time ago, and I remembered the first time we kissed through sobs and hugs. This was when I realised I loved Sirius Black more than anything in the world and I knew we were forever. I smiled at him and kissed him passionately.

“I love you too.” He smiled widely at me and pulled me to under the sheets, throwing my apron across the room. “You’ll be late, Siri.” Sirius rolled his eyes at me and got on top of me.

“I have more important matters to deal with right now.”

[redsandroses]

Genre: non-idol au, fluff and angst

Warnings: cheating (yes y/n is a jerk whereas Chan is an angel), swearing, acts of anger but no physical harm. Other than that, it starts really cute and soft and ends pretty fucking sad. 

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader 

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: So this one is really special to me. It was actually way longer than this but I cut some parts cause they felt really personal and could be a trigger for a lot, so here is the cut version. Just want to say if you’ve ever been in a situation where everyone turns their back to you or if people force you to do things you don’t want to, know that you are not alone. There is someone who understands and cares for you out here and you can come to me to vent. I will be all ears. Oh and please don't fucking cheat on people.

“No, no. You cannot leave me like this. Not after all we have been through.” was your last words before your boyfriend left your house.

Chan… He was the best you’ve ever had, he was also the worst you’ve ever had. You met Chan at a convention at his office. You went there as a representetive of your own company for a presentation. At first, he was like everyone else there. But during your presentation his boss made a really offensive and sexist comment which was completely irrelevant to the topic and when you came back at him, no one was on your side since they were all kiss asses but Chan, he stood up with you there. Then he helped you the way out and gave you a glass of water to help you relax. And at that moment you knew you needed him in your life, as a friend as a lover, anything.

A week later that day, your boss who was also your dad, made an announcement that there was going to be a welcoming party for a new employee. You were used to these, your company was a family company and they accepted everyone there as one of them. For the party, your job was to bake a cake cause you baked delicious cakes and cookies. It was one of your specialties. So you did, you baked a half chocolate-half vanilla cake. 

The party was at the back garden of your office. When you arrived, everyone was already there. You looked around to find the new employee but everyone seemed familiar. After a while of searching with the cake in your hands, you bumped into someone. There he was, Chan was the new employee and now you smeared cake all over his jacket. You panicked and started apologising over and over again, trying to clean up the mess you made. Chan was just laughing and he stopped you by holding your hands. 

“Please calm down. It’s just a jacket and I was gonna spill something on it till the end of the night anyways so don’t worry about it.” You looked at him, that was the moment you realised how beautiful his eyes were. They were glowing under the moonlight. He realised you were staring. “Oh I’m sorry, forgive me for being this rude and not introducing myself. I’m Chan but you can also call me Chris and you are…” He peeked at your fingers for a second. “Miss Y/LN, right?” you laughed at how cute he was. “Yes yes, I’m that but you can call me by my first name which is Y/n. You don’t have to call anyone with their last name in the office, not even your boss. We all know we respect each other and trust me it’s easier like this. Oh and also don’t you remember me from last week from your convention?” 

“Ah yes of course I do but since we didn’t met officially there I wanted to do this part again.” 

“Okay I’m a curious cat so I’m just gonna ask, why did you leave your company?” 

“Ahh that. After seeing what a jerk my boss was to you, I simply had to. I couldn’t keep on helping him make money.” You smiled at him. “Drinks?”

That was your first night together. You said your goodbyes there and for a month or so you were just co-workers. He was always smiling at everyone, he was kind and helpful. He got used to the place quickly cause of how warm-hearted he was. You guys practically became best friends since you spent all your breaks and lunches with him. Then one day you decided to invite him over dinner, just for fun and to get to know him better. 

He came with your favourite flower, he was wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons open. Seeing him in his casual fits was nice, he looked even better all chill like that. His cologne was one of your favourite smells now. All night through dinner, he kept complimenting your cooking and acting like he was passing out cause of the deliciousness, it was a fun time after so long. Then you poured yourselves some wine and went to your rooftop. 

It was a full moon that day. You believed in the saying “The moon is there when nobody else is.” So you always felt a special feeling when it’s full moon. Either something good or bad happenned when it’s full moon and they all somehow affected your life. You were looking at the moon thinking about what would happen that month, then something hit you. It was there, he was right there. He was the thing happening this time. You turned to him just to find out he was looking at you too. You chuckled. 

“What? Is there something on my face? Oh god there’s sauce on my mouth isn’t it?”

“Hey hey y/n, nothing is wrong with your face. Everything is perfect. Everything about you is actually.” You were shocked, you knew there was something special between you two but you weren’t expecting this. “I uh I um thank you Chan. You are not so bad yourself.” You winked, trying not to show how he caught you off-guard. He took a sip of his wine and chuckled. 

“You think I’m just being nice, don’t you? But I’m serious y/n, there’s something about you that makes me adore you. Since you entered that meeting room, I felt it. You are so smart, you are independent, you always know what to do when things are going bad and on top of those you’re gorgeous.” You didn’t know what to say. You were looking down, drawing circles on the glass. That silence was awkward. “But I will get it if you don’t want a relationship and just want to be friends, that won’t change my feelings for you.” 

He tucked your hair behind your ear. “No matter where we end up, you’re amazing and you will always have me by your side.” You wanted him but you weren’t ready.

“Chan, it’s not that I don’t want to be with you. It’s that I’m not ready for a relationship for now but I don’t want to lose you either.”

“Heyy hey, please. I understand that, and you will not lose me for this. I enjoy your company and I have no intention on leaving you. You are not getting rid of me that soon.” He smiled. There was something with his smile, you could feel his sincerity. You knew he was real. “I don’t want to get rid of you silly.” “Hug?” you nodded and hugged him. Oh how safe it felt to be between his arms. The cold breeze on your face with his warmth on your body felt so peaceful but you had to let go. You knew you couldn’t be with someone, not yet.

After that night, things became a bit weird between you two but he was acting like everything was normal. You hated the feeling that you messed things up. It was keeping you awake at nights, not that you got sleep that much before that but still it was always on your mind. He was always on your mind. You kept asking yourself ‘why did it have to be like this? Why didn’t he come in my life before?’ but that was no use. Questioning wasn’t changing anything. You just couldn’t trust anyone anymore. It wasn’t his fault, he was all one could ask for. It was about you. It was about all the people who let you down.

Days passed one after another and at one night out with him, you decided to open up to him. You told him about all the things you’ve been through and he listened to you attentively. He was shocked by how evil people could get, he cried with you that night and gave you assurance that he would never do anything to hurt you and that he will protect you from bad things coming up your way. He hugged you all night, neither of you got even a minute of sleep but it was worth it. It was worth feeling his presence there with you. It was worth hearing him singing for you the most beautiful songs. It was worth being in that moment with him. 

When it was nearly dawn, he offered to take you to a hill. He prepared breakfast for you to eat there. You were up there half an hour before sunrise. You sat there covered in a blanket, him hugging you. It was so peaceful, there was a breeze but it wasn’t too cold, you could hear the birds waking up and chirping, you could smell the nature and most importantly you could feel Chan’s warmth. It was so quite that you could hear his heart beats and it was a sound you never thought you would need to hear for the rest of your life.

You watched the sunrise while he sang for you. You kept asking for him to sing for you and he kept choosing your comfort songs like he knew all of them. During those peaceful moments, your stomach started rumbling. You got shy and hid your face, he chuckled “Someone’s hungry. Come on don’t be shy, mine does that too.” You shook your head no. He took your hands away from your face. “But you cannot hide your face from me, it’s illegal. And you cannot eat if you stay like that so show me your pretty face.” You opened your phone camera and looked at yourself. “You still call me pretty with these?” You pointed at your fluffy eyes from crying. He took your phone and pointed at his eyes “Well I call myself handsome with these so yeah. You’re still a beauty to my eyes.” You snuggled into his arms and took a photo there. That photo was going to be the reminder of how right he felt for the rest of your relationship. “If you took our best shots, we should eat now baby.”

You spent the rest of that day together and at the end of the night, you got up on the rooftop. It was again full moon and you were snuggled up in his chest watching the moon and the stars. Talking about the shapes they created. Then with an instinct, you looked up at him. He asked what it was but you didn’t say anything, instead you leaned in and kissed him. When you pulled back, he was shocked. His eyes were as big as the moon, it was clear that he wasn’t expecting that. “Chan, I think I’m ready.”

“Y/n, this was amazing but please don’t do anything you are not really ready for. You know I will be here whatever you call the thing between us.” He kept telling you this until you kissed him again to shush him. “Then welcome to your new life as my partner.” He said while giving you an eskimo kiss. This was how your story started.

You’ve been with him for six months now. Everything was going great. You were working together, coming back home together. You did everything with him. There were times he begged you to go out with your friends cause they kept telling him how much they missed you, so you did but it wasn’t any fun without him. You always ended up coming back home to him before even ten p.m. He was your everything and you were his. There was a small problem though, which was your dad. For some reason he wasn’t approving your relationship. He was okay with you dating him but he didn’t want this to turn into something serious. He had some others in mind for you. And you hated all those rich arrogant bastards. Of course not all of them were bad but the ones you knew were just a bunch of assholes.

Even though your dad wasn’t okay with you and Chan, you knew you were going to find a way to be with him for the rest of your life. How could you not? But these perfect dreamy days came to an end when you made one of the biggest mistakes in your life.

One night you were sitting on the couch, crawled up in his arms watching whatever was on the tv. Then between your talks, he mentioned an ex of his was in town for a week and he told you that they were going to meet. Jealousy was never a problem in your relationship. He was the most understanding person ever and he trusted you. And it was the same for him too. You trusted that man with all your heart. But for some reason you got jealous over his ex being in town just to meet with him. You just said okay to him there and went to bed. But there was something eating you from the inside, you couldn’t sleep. So you thought it would be a good idea to check their socials and fuck they were hot, also they seemed familiar. Later you found out you were friends in high school. From seeing those photos, the worries in you grew and grew.

The day they were going to meet came. You decided to follow him which you knew was stupid but for some reason you needed to do it. So after kissing him goodbye, you got out right after him and followed him to the cafe they were meeting at. You thought you were hiding and being smart but you shouldn’t have underestimated your boyfriend. They sat there for an hour then he excused himself to the bathroom. When he went in, your phone rang. It was him. “Hi baby, what’s up? Are you having fun, say hi to your friend for me.” You were trying to act normal. “Y/n, please cut the act. I know you’re sitting at the table behind us. Why are you doing this? Please go home and I’ll be back in an hour, then we will talk.” And he closed. You were embarrased. You wished the ground could open and take you in at that moment. You knew it was wrong, you knew it.

You were walking around the house nervously, biting your nails, waiting for Chan to come home. All these scenarios of lies you were writing in your head but none was good enough to explain why you did that. After exactly and hour, he came. ‘I’m so fucked.’ You thought. He came in, sat on the couch and patted next to him, implying you to come sit. 

“Y/n before you say anything, I just want to say I’m not mad or anything. I’m just sad and disappointed. Why wouldn’t you trust me? Couldn’t I build that trust? I just don’t get it. Care to explain yourself now?” You wished he was mad, him being disappointed was so much worse.

“I uh I don’t know why I did that. I guess I got jealous but Chan I’m so so sorry. I know it was wrong. Please don’t hate me for this. It was so stupid of me.” 

“It’s okay y/n, I won’t hate you for this and you know that. Just... I don’t understand why you felt like that. Can’t I make you feel enough? Is it about that?” 

“No no you make me feel more than enough but I don’t know what got into me I’m sorry. You know I trust you.”

“I just need some time to understand this okay? We will figure it out.” Then he got up and left for a business dinner. You were upset, you were mad at yourself for not trusting a man like him who has never said a word about your friends, your clothes, nothing. He knew you could think for yourself and he respected you enough not to say anything. You changed into your pyjamas and poured yourself a drink. You needed to get your head off of this.

It was now past midnight and you were still drinking but it was not enough. So you changed into a night outfit and decided to go to a bar where you could dance it off. You drank there as well, the idea of not being able to think was in your mind and you were going for it. There were people hitting on you but you refused all of them. But there was this one guy you knew from college there, you talked about your old days for a while. After a couple of drinks together, you offered to take him home, not saying a single word about Chan, which you were going to regret later.

One thing led to another and there you were sitting on him, making out on your couch. The couch you and your boyfriend sat on every night. You were so wasted to realize what you were doing but then you heard the door unlock. And that was the most effective thing to wake you up from the world you were in. The front door opened right to the living room so the first thing Chan saw when he lifted his head was you, half-naked on top of another guy. He just looked at you in disgust. You could feel him being disgusted from his eyes, you could see the disappointment in his eyes. You fucked up. He wore his shoes back on and slammed the door. 

You froze, immediately got up and put on your shirt then asked for the guy to leave. He was judging you with his look. “Wow if I knew this was who you were, I wouldn’t have even said hi. I’ve met Chan before and you, oh you do not deserve him. You should be ashamed of yourself y/n. Please never contact me ever again.” And left.

How could one go back from this? What explanation could make this better? Chan was the most forgiving person you’ve ever came across to but this was something else. You knew you couldn’t expect him to forgive this. And even if he did, how were you going to forgive yourself? Your whole world shattered, you could physically feel your heart aching. What were you even thinking when you took your friend home? Why did you ever need another man’s touch when what you had was perfect? ‘Fuck how am I going to fix this?’ you kept asking yourself. You wanted to cry so bad but you couldn’t. 

There was a knot stuck at your throat and you couldn’t even gulp. Your chest has never felt this heavy before. You didn’t even know where he went, heck even if you did, you didn’t have the courage to face him right now. But you needed to know he was at least physically okay and safe. He was not the type to hurt himself but again you’ve never seen him this disappointed before.

After seeing you with some stranger man on your couch, Chan didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t feeling mad which was making it all worse. If he was mad, at least he could’ve punched a wall or something and get his anger out but no. All he could feel was disgust and for some reason, shame. Shame for you and shame for trusting you this much. He was planning on confronting you about you following him. All he needed was a reason and a sorry, then he was ready to forget it all. He was definetely not expecting to see what he just saw. 

He walked for an hour in the cold, empty streets, not even caring about where he was heading. The imagine of you there on the couch was choking him, he could feel his breathing getting hard. ‘I didn’t deserve this. Or maybe I did, yeah I probably did. There was something missing and I couldn’t fill that in. Why else would this happen?’ he kept thinking. He was this type to blame himself even when he didn’t do anything and he couldn’t help it. He loved you way too much to be mad at you, however he knew you were wrong.

He stayed at one of his friend’s place that night and you, you passed out on the bathroom floor. It was nearly sunrise when you woke up with a horrible headache and nausea. At first, you thought it was a normal hangover but then you remembered last night and you felt the cold tile under you. That realization that Chan was not besides you, hurt your heart once again. You wished there was a way to turn back time and fix all this. You slowly got up, your head was spinning like crazy. That moment you realized, once again, how much you got used to the existence of Chan. You knew if he was there, he would hold you, prepare you one of his magical hangover juices, help you take a warm bath and just be there for you through all day. You knew it and knowing that hurt even more. When you saw your reflection at the mirror, you burst into tears. 

‘He did not deserve this.’ you thought, knowing damn well he was blaming himself even for this. You needed to go to him and get him back. You washed your face and got dressed, ready to go to all of his friends’ houses then you heard the door open. You heard Chan putting down his keys and taking off his shoes. You had no idea how to approach to him, everything felt wrong. You slowly got out of the bedroom and head to the living room with your head down. You could feel his eyes on you but you couldn’t even dare to look at him. You were ashamed, never felt this low before.

“Y/n…”

Hearing your name from him made your heart jump. He never called you by your name, only when things were not cool between you two which has been like that for two days now. You liked being his baby, his sunshine, he even called you his star and his moon cause he knew how much they meant to you. Fuck, you made the biggest mistake. You looked up at him and immediately looked away, it was unbearable looking into his eyes while he is looking at you with such disbelief.

“We have to talk y/n. Please sit.”

He came up to the couch but then went to sit on a chair. He hated that couch, which was his relaxing and safe space for months. You sat on another chair in front of him. “Chan, can I first-” he cut you off. 

“Please, don’t say sorry y/n. You know I won’t buy that. Not this time. All night last night, I blamed myself, yes even for this. Then I realized how much I gave up of myself for you. It was all worth it, till yesterday. It fucking hurt to see you there spying on me y/n. Me out of all people huh? I tried everything I can to make you trust people again. I gave my everything to you. And this is what I get? Heck I was thinking of putting all this behind us but then I come home to see you half naked on top of a guy? What the fuck y/n?” he took his head between his hands, massaging his temples. It was weird seeing him like this, he never talked to you like that. But he had every right to do at that point. He was still being too nice actually.  

“I… I know Chan. I know I fucked up but please please tell me what I can do to make things right again. I’m ready to do everything for you... I know you don’t want my apology but that’s all I can say right now.”

Pure silence…

“Chan… please say something, please. Did I lose you?”

He lifted his head harshly. “I don’t know y/n, what do you think huh? How can I stay with you when you had some man’s hands all over your body? How can I still sit on that couch? How can I even breathe in this room? You give me the answers to that for fucks sake.”

You have never felt this sad before, not this ashamed. You felt dirty, thinking about someone else’s hand on your body and all the lies you told him to follow him that day.

“I can’t give any answers to those Chan, there’s nothing I can say to make it better. I’m ashamed of my behaviour. I don’t know what had gotten into me, you know I trust you mo-” he stopped you.

“Please don’t. You’ve lied enough. If you trusted me, then why did you follow me huh? You think I would ruin my relationship for some random person? You think I would do anything to lose you?” you opened your mouth to say something but he slammed a fist on the table.  You flinched. 

“I’m being naive again. You never cared enough to think those. Maybe at first you did but then you lost it. What was it that I couldn’t give to you? What made you sit on that fucker’s lap?” he shook his head. “This is fucking useless. This talk won’t change shit.”

“Chan… please don’t say things like that. I cared about us, I still do. I know my actions stated otherwise but you have to believe me. You are the one I love.”  

“I find that really hard to believe now y/n. You cannot expect me to forgive you for this.”

“I know I can’t but there has to be a way to fix this, to go back to how we were…”

He was shaking his leg, this always showed he needed to say something he didn’t want to. And you wished you didn’t know what he was going to say.

“There is no way y/n. Why is it this hard for you to understand it? I can forgive a lot but not this. I saw you with my own fucking eyes for fucks sake. How am I going to get that image out of my head? How am I going to delete that face you were making while he was kissing your neck huh? Would you be able to forgive me if I did the same? Fuck no.”

He was right, you hated that he was right. Just for this once you needed him to be wrong. He got up and took his jacket. “I guess this is goodbye y/n. I cannot stand to be here, not even one more second. Thank you for everything, this was good, we were good, while it lasted but I can’t do it anymore I’m sorry.”

Instinctively, you reached to hug him but then he gave you a look written ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ all over it. You immediately pulled yourself back. He was now at the door.

“Oh and you will not see me at work so don’t worry about that either. I’ll be leaving the company, already talked to your dad and oh good news by the way, he was so happy to hear that. You can be happy, we made the old man happy. I will come here in the office hours to collect my stuff.” You ran to the door to hold it so he can’t close. “Chan… please don’t go. I’m begging you please...This can’t be the end. I still love you so fucking much.” You got tears in your eyes, clenching your teeth not to cry.

“I’m sorry y/n, I cannot stay with you anymore. This is too much for me. Goodbye.” Then he left, not even looking behind. You crushed down on the floor, head between your hands, shaking, sobbing until to a point where you couldn’t even breath.

“No, no. You cannot leave me like this. Not after all we have been through.” You said but he was nowhere to hear those.

You never saw him ever again, didn’t hear a word from him. Nothing. He left nothing behind, just the good memories and his scent over his pillow. The only way to reach him was the moon. You talked to the moon every night, hoping somehow he will hear you..

[lvnatiq]

Strip Poker w/ Nicky Valentino pt. 2

Warnings: Smut, very much nsfw.

a/n: Well... Hello my gorgeous readers ! Today I don’t have a lot to say other than hit me up with requests, let me know your opinions about my scriptio and don’t be afraid to message me to discuss/fangirl about TATW anytime you’d like.

(I couldn’t proofread :,( your foreign girl has no time on her hands because of the major exams ahead of her so...)

“Clothes.”

The mischievous smirk planted on your face explained everything. Your naughty intentions were well appreciated by Nicky, at least for now.

“Oh… toots are you sure about this ‘cause I mean it when I say that I got the gist of this game like no other.”

Seeing your smirk turning into a wide smile, he raised his eyebrows in a curious manner, still unable to comprehend your actions.

“Shall we ?” You say as you slowly inch your cards closer to your chest.

His face is flushed, he doesn’t know if it’s the whiskey or the thought of you in his bed that got his head spinning but he doesn’t mind. Not at all, when your hair is drooping over your shoulders where your dress reveals your neck all in its glory.

At first, he just thought that he could impress you with his skills by agreeing to play the game. Now, the sight of your face painted with a concentrated expression while your fingers move feverishly to organize your cards became his main cause of participation.

You look at your cards while having an inner monologue,

“Well what do we got here… Wait what! One card away from a STRAIGHT FLUSH !?!?”

Your original plan was to fail and lose in every single way possible but with this hand it was inevitably hard to follow up with it.

“The probability of getting a straight flush is about less than 0.02% , the only way Nicky could win this round is by having a royal flush which is nearly impossible.”

You eyed your cards in a shocked manner, not being able to keep your so-called “poker face”.

“I mean I could destroy my hand by trading two cards but still what if his hand is worse? I could also fold and move on… right ?”

Your thoughts were cut short by Nicky’s words.

“Don’t worry toots we’ll start slow. I won’t be too hard on you.”

His playful attitude filling the air as you pick up two cards laying them on the table face down and sliding them towards him with your fingertips. You raise your eyes to meet up with his, biting your lower lip.

“I think this will be the only time in your life that you’ll regret winning.”

Nicky raised two cards, holding them between his index and middle finger. Trying his best to look composed.

“We’ll see, my love.”

His eyes dark, his stare is as much if not more dangerous than the scenarios that are circling in his mind.

You take the cards placing them under the deck. Then you give both Nicky and yourself a new pair.

You take a deep breath as you pick up the cards facing them towards yourself.

“Yes! Two different court cards that have nothing to do with each other.”  

You manage to keep your expression blank. You look up to meet Nicky’s eyes.

“My boy, you seem so confident. I would hate to disappoint you.” You say, playfully messing with him, moments before your critical move. You raise your hand, fanning your cards, lightly letting your back lean against the plush cover of the couch behind you.

“Are you ready ?” You say excited to move on with your plan while desperately trying to convince yourself that you can lose.

“How can I not be? I don’t think that folding your hand in a game for two would be the right thing to do only for the sake of not losing” Nicky says as he gives you a faint smile.

“Taking risks is my deal and if that risk leads me to lose to you, then I’d be delighted to take that risk.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you decide to take a big gulp of your booze.

“Then, it’s time for the showdown.”

You both stare into each other's eyes deeply before slamming the cards on the table. Your eyes scanning his cards while he is looking at yours.

“ I lost.”

“Well, I guess it was meant to be” He says, smiling coyly.

Nicky’s winner smile slowly disappears into thin air as the realization hits him square in the head. You can see his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he anxiously fidgets with the collar of his tie, loosening it.

“There goes nothing” You say as you rose to your feet.

He is completely flushed, a blushing mess from head to toe. His confidence fading away as he excitedly waits for what is about to come.

You glued your eyes on his, lowering your gaze towards him. The air around you feels thick, sexual tension dominating the aura surrounding both of you.

You slowly let the loose straps of your satin dress fall as you raise your arms slightly, allowing the dress to pool around your feet.

His breath hitch, his pupils dilate as his eyes wander on your skin. He looked and felt like a mess. You continued to look at him intently, eyeing the masterpiece you created.

His eyes find your nipples deliciously peeking through the silky material of your tiny undergarments. His, now, inevitably visible bulge catches your eye urging you to wet your lips with your tongue.

“This should be illegal (y/n). You have not even the slightest idea of what you are doing to me, my darling.”

You innocently smile at him as you walk towards him. His demeanor becomes even more cheerful as you lower yourself in front of him. Inching your body closer to his as if you were about to kiss him.

Then you unexpectedly grab his wrist pulling him to you. You lower your gaze as if you were eyeing him, but instead you look at his watch and then back at him.

“Oh my… It’s getting too late. It would be a disaster if we don’t get enough sleep, we have a long day ahead of us” you whisper as you plant a light kiss on his cheek.

He is so shocked that he can’t even manage to form a single word.

“Goodnight Nicholas.”

You get up and leave, quickening your steps as you hear the other footsteps accompanying yours. You try your best to get into the guest room as fast as possible.

The game of tag comes to an end as you reach for the door handle, Nicky’s hand finds it’s place on the small of your back pulling you against him. Then with a quick push of his hands you find yourself trapped between him and the wall. He doesn’t waste any time on sealing his lips with yours.

The kiss is gentle yet passionate. Nicky’s hands start traveling up and down on your body, at this point he has no control over himself whatsoever.

You moan into the kiss as he nibbles on your lower lip, lifting you and allowing you to wrap your legs around him. Your hands lost in his hair, pulling it just enough to make Nicky groan.

“You are in big trouble toots.”

"Mhmm... How big ?"

"You'll find out soon enough" he says as he pushes the door open with you in his arms.

You connect your lips once again as he walks over the bed laying you down onto it. He eyes your flushed figure arching against the bed.

"Teasing me like this... I can't believe how cruel you are.”

"Nicholas, you had me on the edge for the past 12 hours. I think that I went pretty easy on you."

"Oh you think so ?"

"Truly? Yes."

"Well then it's too bad that I'm not going easy on you tonight, my love. Don't you think?"

You feel the heat between your legs as it gets more and more unbearable thanks to his words.

"Is that so?"

He nods as he climbs on top of you lathering your chest with kisses, taking your nipple in his mouth as his hand slowly travels down to your hips.

"Nicky..."

"Yes, toots."

Your mind is hazy with pleasure. You can't concentrate on anything but Nicky's touch. His kisses trail down to your stomach nearing to your core.

You close your eyes, losing yourself at the way he feels.

"Open your eyes my love. You don't wanna miss the show" he says as he places himself between your legs.

The sight of him staring at you with his plush lips agape and his messy hair falling in front of his eyes is unreal.

He wastes no time pushing the silky material down as his tongue finds your folds. You moan pushing yourself against his wet tongue.

"Sweetest of the sweet..." he hums as he continues to devour you.

You feel yourself getting close, your legs are trembling. Nicky, aware of your condition, pushes his finger inside of you picking up the pace.

"Nicky I'm-- close."

"I know my love."

Just before you tip-off of the edge Nicky pulls his fingers out of you.

"Nicholas--"

He raises his hand, checking out his watch, looking at the time.

“Oh my… It’s getting too late. It would be a disaster if we don’t get enough sleep, we have a long day ahead of us” he whispers as he plants a light kiss on your cheek.

You shot up a glare as your lips part in shock.

"Goodnight, y/n." He sends a wink at your way as he gets up to leave. His million-dollar smile getting wider as he hears your rushed footsteps behind his.

"Nicholas you are not going anywhere !"

[selkiesblog]

The ruse(DracoX OC) Chapter 1- The plan

"mooom please, does she really have to spend the summer here???" The little boy with white silverish hair said pulling on his mother's robe ends, hiding his head over her kilt

Every June until September Saphira Jones would come to his mansion to spend the summer over the Malfoy's

It started as a tradition, the two families were quite fond of each other. Since Voldemort first vanished and the rumors of his return started. The Malfoy's needed to reassure their family's safety and economic stability in case of things gone wrong during the rise of death eaters and late battle. So they made a pact that neither of the children would know: for every year until they turn a majority age, they would unite their families in expectation of a great match. And not until then deny or agree with a marriage proposal, that should be made

Draco utterly despised every second and Saphira knew it, so she would try to make his life just as miserable as hers, the only problem is that the game they both plays of twisting and pulling each other until one or another give up or break was never-ending

He would bark she would bite

As a child, they would fight over toys

"Mooom!!! Saphira stole my broom!!" He cried

"No, I did not!!"

Sometimes she would indeed steal his toys and hide in the most inconvenient of places cause at the very young age she would be more advanced in spells than he, a fact that she would- till this day- constantly remind him.

"You did!! Stop lying!!"

But this time she didn't

Oh no, he was just having fun getting her in trouble.

"Safira, give him his broom!" Her mother stepped in the light

before she could deny his allegations or make any more of her comments she heard a snap and by pulling her hear she was dragged into her room "that's it!! No wand for a week!" He smirked through his fake tears

And it got worse as it got physical. In school he will do whatever it takes to provoke her, pulling her long brown braids, pushing through the halls, calling her names until she snapped over him with her hand in a fist. She got -10 points to Gryffindor's he got a red-eye

Summer came and there she was again cuffed to him like a second skin

"Kneel," he said

"No you kneel" she pushed him

"No, I'm older than you"

"And I'm richer than you"

"Enough both of you!!!" Narcissa said "now Saphira, kneel" she took a large breath, she went down reverencing like a Princess only less charmingly. He puffed his chest with pride and kept his back straight smirking with victory "now you kiss her hand" they both looked at Narcissa who seemed with her patience on the edge, both hands in her temples. Draco not into hearing more of his mother's speeches on how the Yule ball was a very important event and that he was going to make a fool of himself if he didn't know the proper steps. Soon he raised her hand to meet his lips and planted a kiss there

The music started, slower. Saphira still taken by surprise with his action crumbled over his pace, stepping on his foot. The music started again and again until she got it right, only when it was time for him to spin her and catch he let her fall

Fifteen and It was time for pranks that she learned from the Weasley twins, Fred and George. Colorful bombs in his dorm room or shoes that would fart every time he walked, name it she has it

"Never heard of it?"

"What does it do?"

"It tickles the skin non-stop until the person breaks in laugh"

"Rather harmless..." Fred started

"But very affective" George finished

"Okay!..." She whispered to herself "Rictumsempra"

In the tall estate of the games, missing one point to Slytherin score 150 and Draco catch the golden snitch. He started twisting on his broom, having a pit of a contagious laugh. Everyone started to making fun until he lost balance and crush in the dirt of the ground

She was shaking when they took him to Papoula Pomfrey, he had hit his head but the problem was in his broken arm. He was still conscious when they asked him what happened, he just looked at her, and said "I lost balance and fall"

He lied?

It didn't make sense, he knew it was her and he wouldn't tell her off? He would always tell her off. Draco was the boy who would do everything in his reach to get her in trouble, wasn't he? Did he beat his head so hard that he has forgotten he hates her? Was he gonna use it to his advantage, just waiting for the right moment to strike like a snake?

While he was asleep she stayed up all night on his side, guild kicking in, anxiety keeping her awake, looming at his facials expression as he slept. That night Saphira discovered many things...

first one: Draco talked in his sleep

"No, No I won't fail you"

he woke in shook in the morning, sweat dripping from his forehead, breathing heavily

"Are you feeling better?" She asked ready to question why didn't he told dumbledore it was her who cursed him

"Yes" he simply said

Second one: don't trust the Weasleys with spells

"It was a really hard crash" she sighed "unfortunately I have some bad news" he positioned steadily in the bed frowning "you fall so hard and ground that your face fractured" he quickly turned to the mirror on his side " now you look normal"

His delicate lips had a small cut in them, nothing scandalous, but he looked angry as he turned at her, his serious serious expression turned into a grin. They both laughed immensely for a couple of seconds and stared at each other not knowing what to say, or do.

"Draco?" A small voice echoed in the corner of the room

"H-Hi pansy!" He said

Suddenly it was a weird atmosphere that broke through the windows as she had just crossed nearly headless nick for the first time

"I'm gonna live your two alone" heading out the door, leaving space for the both to talk she realizes the Third one: she was completely head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy

And every time she would catch him snogging pansy in the corner of the halls, kissing the length of the neck, or overheard them talking, she would get this feeling of nausea on the bottom of her stomach

"You're jealous!" Hermione said

"Why would she be jealous?" Ron asked with his mouth full, she never so gentle smacked his head with her hand pointing at the way pansy would play with Draco hair

"He doesn't even like it in the middle part," Saphira said playing with the vegetables on her plate with her fork, not hungry at all

"You gonna eat that? " Ron asked

"Wait...you like Draco? " Harry asked, "why?"

"I don't like him!!!"

"Okay...But you spent every summer with him, it's a little suspicious"

"It's because of my family you know that"

"Have you ever considered confessing your feelings to him?" Hermione again asked

" I don't like him," she said again loudly "even so, he doesn't see me that way"

But the thought lingered in her mind for a couple of weeks, weeks-long enough for the students already know that Malfoy would keep his Summers busy with her. Suddenly everyone knew and assumed the same thing that Hermione did

"Are you dating Malfoy?"

"How long are you guys together?"

"What about Pansy?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

Overwhelmed by the random questions and thoughts she went to talk with Draco personally until found him talking with Blaise and his friends "come on guys, I'm not dating her" he laughs "she not even my type" he said making an ugly face "I am just is stuck with her through the Summers cause she so annoying and boring that even her parents don't want her around" he quickly realized the words that had just come out of his mouth and shut

There was so much truth in those words, the truth that she never wanted to admit nor she could. She was adopted, it's true, people didn't know and those who knew certainly didn't talk about that.

When two purebloods decide to adopt a magic muggle-born, the elite society doesn't take it very well, first of all, it's illegal. Second: the chance of dishonoring the bloodline and status of the family by polluting their legacy mixing their divergence with a "mudblood", it a risk that no one should take, even a mother who lost her child at early birth; a bare family in an empty nest; a tree rotten in its core. She was embarrassed, only for a couple of seconds, soon she was filled with the very familiar feeling that emerged in her mind of angst

She got a suspension when the school heard from her that she had used a spell against a student and wounded him during a game of quidditch. Sitting on the bench Draco looked at her stiffed

"Why did you tell them?"

"My parents are going to move me to

Beauxbatons school" he looked worrisome that she almost felt pity "then I won't have to trouble you with my annoyingly boring behavior" she was about to get up when she felt his hand on her wrist twirling her body close to his, too close even

"Is this what you want?" She felt his mint breath in her cheeks and shivered over the wooden cologne

"W-what I-?"

" You wanna ruin everything don't you?" Her stomach filled with butterflies "our parent's plans, the secret, you found out and now you wanna ruin it"

Instantly the short moment went away, she stepped out of his intense gaze and unlocked her wrist

"Secret?"

"Why do you think you would come every summer to my house?" He said

"obviously isn't because we're so friends"

"Our parent's plans all along were that we would be more than that, I guarantee you" the words hissed against her thoughts, it was all so obvious now "marriage, Saphira, they want us to be wedd"

She felt like crying, run away like a little girl who just found out that Santa isn't real. She felt like breaking. Draco was bounded to her, stuck with a girl that he doesn't want

Making his life miserable as hers

"Draco, hear me, loud and clear," she said crying out, he never saw her tears, but that day it poured like a stormy rain

"you will never, never marry me. I give you that" alone with his thoughts, he builds his first wall

You're free

That summer she didn't come. It was his darkest summer, that gloomed into his mind like clouds over a parade

_____

"Will you fail me, boy?" Voldemort whispered

"No, my Lord"

[primroseprime2019]

Darkness Rising- Part One

The sun's rays pierced through the clouds. On the road, a red Dodge Challenger drove down the road. "So there I am on the lookout when out of nowhere, these highlight beams light up my rearview," the red Autobot said, "and then it hits me. I'm illegally parked!"

"Another parking ticket?" A blue and pink Kawasaki Ninja 250R asked in a knowing tone as she drove down the road. "Better. The boot," the red bot said.

"Big metal tire clamp impossible to remove," the motorcycle said.

"Bingo! So the local police do their thing, and I let 'em get all the way down the back," the red bot said, "that's when I kick off my new shiny shoe and bang!" "New York's finest soil themselves," the motorcycle said, amusement in her voice.

"You know me Arcee," the bot said, "you mess with Cliffjumper-" "And you get the horns," Arcee said, earning a laugh from her partner, "not sure how that complies with Autobot rule number one: keep a low profile."

"What can I say? Patrolling out here in Dullsville gets lonesome," Cliffjumper said, "almost makes me miss the Decepticons." "Like Jasper Nevada's a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock Cliff," Arcee said.

Cliffjumper's GPS navigation system started going off. The screen changed from the road route to a sonar picture of the area he was in. "I'm getting a signal," he said.

"Need backup?" Arcee asked, alert. "Do I ever need backup?" Cliffjumper said before going off-road. At the highest speed, Cliffjumper sped towards the location. When he arrived, he skidded to a stop at the edge of a ditch. There were big and small dark blue energon crystals sticking out of the bottom of the ditch.

"I just found a whole lot of energon!" Cliffjumper said. A shadow suddenly loomed over the Autobot and the energon. Cliffjumper transformed into his bipedal form and looked up to see a large ship. "Decepticons," he said.

The Decepticon warship- or the Nemesis, as most called it- loomed over the energon. A gun-like blaster unfolded on the side and fired at Cliffjumper. The blast exploded at Cliffjumper's pedes, the force of the explosion sending Cliffjumper flying into the ditch. The Autobot warrior got on one knee as he looked up to see a few Decepticon troops flying out of the ship and landing near the edge of the ditch.

"Arcee... about that backup," Cliffjumper said, "fair warning boys. I'm gonna put a few dings in ya." He transformed into his vehicle form and drove up the wall of the ditch before he flew off it, transformed into his bipedal form and began to fight the Vehicons.

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"Arcee to Optimus! The 'Cons are back. Cliff might be neck deep in scrap," Arcee reported to her leader, Optimus Prime. "Understood," the Prime replied, "Ratchet, do you have Cliffumper's coordinates?"

"I'm locked onto his signal Optimus," Ratchet said as he drove through a snow-covered area, "but our teams are scattered across time zones."

"Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Firestorm, Primrose, rendezvous back to base and prepare to ground bridge," Optimus ordered.

◊◊◊◊

Cliffjumper was having a rather hard time fighting the troops. The odds weren't in his favor now as the Decepticon troops punched him hard. One punched him hard enough to send him flying back into the ditch and the punch sent one of Cliffjumper's horns flying off.

Cliffjumper got to his pedes. "You want the horns," he said, unlocking his blasters, "you got 'em." With that said, he began to shoot at the Decepticons, taking one of them out before the others started to fire back at the red Autobot. Cliffjumper dodged the shots before the energon exploded, the force of the explosion sending Cliffjumper flying into the wall.

As the smoke drifted into the air, two Vehicons dragged Cliffjumper to the warship.

A silver and dark grey Seeker stood in the command center. "The energon," he said bitterly, "it's worthless to me now." He turned to see the Vehicons dragging in a nearly burnt and beaten Cliffjumper.

"Scream... been a while," Cliffjumper coughed, "so... where's your master?"

"Nevermind him!" Starscream snapped, "I am my own master." With that, the Seeker slammed his digits into the left side of Cliffjumper's chestplates. "Any last questions?" The Seeker growled.

Cliffjumper let out a weak groan and when Starscream pulled his claws out, the Autobot fell to the floor limp.

Starscream stepped back, "clean that up."

◊◊◊◊

Once the Decepticon warship flew away, a ground bridge opened. Firestorm, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, Primrose and Ratchet jumped out, their weapons out. Optimus came out last, his blasters out.

"An untapped energon deposit," Optimus said. "What's left of it," Bulkhead said.

"The first Decepticon activity we've seen in three years," Ratchet said. "That we know of," Firestorm huffed.

"If the Decepticons are scouting for energon, they may be preparing for his return," Optimus said gravely.

Primrose, Arcee and Bumblebee bounded down the wall of the ditch and to the bottom. Primrose looked around before she froze as she saw something.

Arcee followed her gaze and widened her optics. It was Cliffjumper's horn. She scooped it up into her servos, "no." Optimus walked up beside her before he looked to Ratchet, "Ratchet, can you track his position?"

Ratchet opened a mineature computer in his wrists. "No... Cliffjumper's signal... just went offline," he said gravely. Firestorm widened his optics.

"No," Primrose whimpered, "no." Arcee wrapped her arms around the young Prime, feeling despair in her spark.

◊◊◊◊

Starscream stood in the command center. A slender Decepticon Seeker with black and purple colors and a visor silently walked up to the other Seeker.

"Soundwave," Starscream said, "what is it?" "Like Jasper Nevada's a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock, Cliff," Soundwave recorded the conversation between Arcee and Cliffjumper before the red Autobot's death.

"Ah, the one called Arcee," Starscream said with a smirk, "why slay one Autobot when we still have the advantage of surprise?"

◊◊◊◊

"We must not allow our anger over the loss of Cliffjumper to impair our judgement," Optimus said as he and his teammates stood on the roof of the silo, "as of today, only we seven Autobots remain on this Earth. We owe it to ourselves, to the memory of Cybertron, to any Autobots in any galaxy seeking safe harbor, to humankind."

Primrose knelt down and placed a rose next to Cliffjumper's horn. "And we owe it to the memory of our fallen comrade to survive," Optimus said and he looked to Arcee, "Arcee."

"If Cliff's gone, standing around here sulking won't bring him back. So unless anyone minds, think I'll get back to protecting humankind," Arcee said bitterly as she walked away before she transformed into her vehicle form and drove away.

"Optimus, helping humans will only result in more tragedy," Ratchet said. "Your opinion is noted," Optimus said with a nod.

◊◊◊◊

In the busy part of Jasper, Nevada, a sixteen year old boy was working at a local fast food restaurant called KO Drive-In.

He had raven black hair and deep blue eyes. "Welcome to KO Drive-In where every patty's a knockout," the boy said in a bored tone, "may I take your order?"

"Uh, two super combos, extra fries," the customer said. "Okay, dos numeros twos," the boy said as he prepared the order, "anything else?"

"Yeah," the customer said, "some advice. How do I get an awesome job like yours?" Then the sixteen year old boy heard laughter in the background and his eyes narrowed.

"So that's two we're-not-as-funny-as-we-think-we-are combos with a side of bite me," Jack sniped.

The customer laughed before he realized what Jack had said, "what you say?"

"5.59, sir," Jack said, "at the window." When he said that, he turned away as the customer drove up, grabbed the bags and drove off, laughing.

"H-hey! You have to pay for that!" Jack said. However the customer didn't get far as a fourteen year old girl stood in the way. She had midnight black hair, light brown eyes and she didn't look happy.

"I suggest you pay my friend- even though I don't do violence, would you rather have your precious car vandalized?" The girl asked with a smirk.

The customer quickly backed his car up and paid Jack before he drove away. Jack gave the girl a thankful look, "thanks Paige."

"No problem Jack," Paige said with a soft smile, "you coming outside yet?"

Jack laughed softly and he nodded.

Arcee drove down the road, almost getting lost in her thoughts. She hadn't meant to leave her teammates behind.

Cliffjumper's death was really hard on her. First it was Tailgate, now it was Cliffjumper. Something caught her attention and she shifted her side mirror and saw two Vehicons driving after her.

"Twins," she said to herself before she sped up and drove over to the restaurant. She drove into a spot and watched as the two Vehicons drove past.

"Take five Sadie," she said once the hologram of the motorcyclist disappeared and she turned off her engine.

After a few moments, Jack walked out of the restaurant and his phone started to ring. He took it out of his back pocket and answered it. "Hi Mom," he said, "I just got off. No, I'm not going to the dance. Experience says I should never cut a rug; unless it's stolen carpet."

Paige smiled at Jack as she walked up beside him. She saw the motorcycle and went over to it.

"Be careful? Seriously? This is Jasper," Jack said with an amused smile. He paused in mid-step when he saw the motorcycle. "I love you," he said dreamily before he realized he was still on the phone, "uh, yeah, Mom. Love you too. Gotta run." He hung up and he hurried over to the motorcycle.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, "where have you been all my life?" Paige chuckled slightly as she looked the motorcycle over curiously. She squatted down in front of the motorcycle and gazed at it's headlights.

Something felt strange about this motorcycle. She didn't know what it was but she could almost feel it's presence surrounding hers. She could feel it's emotions.

She looked up at Jack as the sixteen year old mounted the motorcycle. "It may take a few KO paychecks but I am gonna own a ride like you someday," he said.

"Are you talking to your motorcycle?" He and Paige looked to see two girls laughing.

"U-uh, to my motorcycle? N-no," Jack stuttered, "but- to you, I am." He pressed his palm to his forehead in embarrassment, 'lame.'

"Smooth Darby. Smooth," Paige said with a slight smirk, earning a light glare from Jack. "So how's things, Sierra?" He asked the girl, "take you for a spin sometime?"

"C'mon, smooth operator," Arcee whispered as she kept her side mirror on the two arriving Vehicons, "wrap it up." Paige looked at Arcee for a moment before she sat behind Jack and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"You know my name?" Sierra asked. "We're in home room together," Jack said, "I'm Jack. Jack Darby." Lights shone in the teenagers' direction.

"Scrap," Arcee hissed. The two Decepticons drove towards the group. Sierra and her friend ran away. Arcee started her engine and drove towards the Vehicons. Jack shouted in fear. Paige shut her eyes tightly in fear and shock as Arcee sped past the Vehicons and she drove out onto the road.

"Do not let go," Arcee said to Jack and Paige. "Who said that!?" Jack shouted, freaked out.

"Commander Starscream, target sighted, acocmpan by two human youths," one of the troops said. "Destroy them all!" Starscream ordered.

When Arcee had Jack and Paige safe in an alleyway, she finally stopped and let the two off. "What are you?" Jack asked, stepping back.

"I don't exist," Arcee hissed, "tell anyone about me and I will hunt you down."

Paige widened her eyes slightly before she ran away with Jack quickly following. Arcee drove out of the alleyway and the Vehicons drove after her.

One of them turned down the alleyway. "Scrap!" Arcee said. In the process, she jumped over the oncoming vehicon before turning the corner. In the alley, Jack and Paige were running. Jack grabbed Paige's hand so she could keep up.

"We don't even know her!" Jack shouted at the Decepticon that was chasing them. "What do you want with us!?" Paige shouted.

Arcee drove past the Decepticon and up beside Jack and Paige, "hop on!" Once the two did just that, Arcee sped ahead of the two Vehicons.

Once Arcee was on a highway, the Decepticons followed in pursuit and started to shoot at the Autobot femme.

"Why are those guys shooting at us!?" Jack asked nervously. "There's no us, kid," Arcee said firmly, "and there are no guys."

Bumblebee joined them on the highway and rammed into the Decepticons. After skidding around the highway a little bit, Bumblebee regained control and immediately went to follow Arcee.

"Friend of yours?" Paige asked curiously. "Family," Arcee corrected.

◊◊◊◊

Under the bridge in Jasper, Nevada, a young boy was racing a toy car around by himself. As he had fun with his remote control car, his phone rang, which he immediately answered.

"Hey Mama," he said, "racing right up the street. Okay. Just five more minutes?" He hung up and started to drive his toy car around.

Arcee drove over the bridge and landed a few yards away from Raf who dropped his remote in surprise. "Whoa," he said.

"You have no idea," Jack sighed. Raf walked over to Jack and Paige. Paige got off of Arcee's vehicle form and let out a breath of relief.

The sound of revving engine caught the kids' attention as the two Decepticons drove over to them. Paige widened her eyes slightly and she pulled Raf close protectively.

Arcee transformed into her bipedal form. Jack, Paige and Raf hurried to the side.

"This ends here, Cons," Arcee said and she charged at the two Vehicons. That's when the fight started.

"Wh-what are they?" Raf asked. "Talking cars that turn into robots," Jack said, "or the other way around."

Arcee punched one of the Vehicons multiple times, "this. Is. For. Cliff!" Her punches didn't seem to phase the Vehicon as he looked at her.

She stepped back before she started to dodge the Vehicon's blaster shots by doing backflips. There was one she couldn't dodge as one of the shots hit her right in the abdomen, sending her skidding back across the ground.

The Vehicons walked towards her only to stop when Bumblebee jumped down and attacked the two. He punched the closest Vehicon next to him before he kicked the other away. He walked forward until there was a loud crunch under his pede, causing him to pause in surprise. Looking down, he lifted his pede and saw Raf's crushed toy car.

"Sorry about that," he said, looking to the kids. "No problem. Really," Raf said.

Suddenly Bumblebee was shot, the force of the shot sending him flying back and landing on the ground. He pushed himself up only for one of the Vehicons to slam their pede on the back of his helm. The scout turned towards them and they aimed their blasters at him.

"No!" Paige shouted. "Leave him alone!" Raf shouted angrily. Bumblebee and the vehicons turned towards them.

"Please?" Raf squeaked. "Bad call," Jack said. One of the Vehicons walked towards the three. "Go! Go!" Paige exclaimed and she quickly ushered Raf to run ahead with her and Jack quickly following.

The three climbed into a storm drain and continued to run as the Vehicon reached towards them. Suddenly the Vehicon was pulled away from the storm drain. Bumblebee peeked into the storm drain. "You kids alright?" "Thank you," Paige and Raf said in unison.

"No problem," the scout said before he quickly left to help Arcee.

"Don't look back," Jack said. "What did we just see?" Raf asked. "No idea and I'm not sure I wanna find out," Jack said.

The fight between the Decepticons, Bumblebee and Arcee continued. One of the Vehicons punched Bumblebee hard, sending him flying back next to Arcee who quickly knelt down to help the scout.

The Decepticons walked towards the two Autobots only to stop when a green Lamborghini LM002 drove towards Arcee and Bumblebee. He transformed into his bipedal form, standing beside his comrades, "who's ready to rumble?"

The Vehicons looked at each other before they transformed into their vehicle forms and drove away.

Bumblebee bent forward, placing his servos on his knees in exhaustion. Arcee looked to Bulkhead, "what took you?"

"Traffic," Bulkhead said with a shrug.

◊◊◊◊

At the base, Arcee was explaining the events to Optimus. "And the Cons would've been scrap metal if I wasn't distracted by the human," she said.

"Human?" The Prime repeated. "Two boys and one girl," Bumblebee said.

"I guess the other one caught us in action? I don't know. Was a little busy at the time," Arcee said, crossing her arms over her chestplates.

"If the Decepticons are targeting us, anyone perceived as our ally will be at great risk," Optimus said. "Well this will be interesting," Firestorm said, leaning against the wall.

◊◊◊◊

At the school, Jack walked down the stairs and he looked towards Raf and Paige who waved at him. Jack hurried over to the two, "guys, hey. Look, let's just forget this ever happened okay? Keep this between us?"

"I honestly doubt that'll happen," Paige said and a honk caught her and Raf's attention. "Jack," Raf said happily.

"Oh not again," Jack groaned as Bumblebee drove up beside them and opened his door.

"You two, get inside," he said. "It wants us to get in," Jack said.

"No. Just me and Paige," Raf said. "How do you know that?" Jack asked, surprised.

"He said so," Paige said. "What!?" Jack gasped. "Yours is over there," Raf said, gesturing to Arcee who was parked on the other side of the street.

"Yeah, I really don't think-" "How's it going?" Raf asked as he and Paige climbed into Bumblebee's venicle form.

"Wh-hey! Stop!" Jack protested but Bumblebee was already driving down the road. The sixteen year old boy frowned before he sent a glare towards Arcee and walked away.

A fifteen year old girl sat on the stair, drawing a sketch of Arcee. "Coolest bike ever," she said. Her phone rang and she picked it up. "Host parents? Ignore," she said with a huff as she closed her phone and continued her drawing.

When she looked up, Arcee was gone. She groaned in disappointment before she saw the motorcycle drive down the road. She quickly got up and ran to follow it.

In an alleyway, Arcee drove up and stopped in front of Jack. "Relax. I just want to talk to you," she said.

"Don't you mean you and your new friend?" Jack asked. "Kid, there's a lot you don't understand," Arcee said, making Sadie disappear.

"I get it, I get it," Jack said quickly, stepping back, "the first rule about robot fight club is you don't talk about robot fight club." He turned and started walking away and much to his dismay, Arcee began to follow him.

"What you need to understand is that I don't want any crazy, talking robots following me around trying to get me killed!" Jack snapped. Arcee transformed into her bipedal form, kneeling down, "look. Jack, is it? Your personal safety is exactly why Optimus Prime requested your presence."

"O-Optimus who?" Jack asked, confused. "You may be in danger because you are one of the few- one of the only who have ever seen us," Arcee said.

"Dude, what're you waiting for?" They both looked to see Miko standing next to the corner, looking excited. "Go with!" She said.

"Scrap," Arcee sighed.

◊◊◊◊

Arcee and Bumblebee drove down the road. Miko was cheering loudly in Jack's ear, much to his and Arcee's annoyance.

"And why exactly are we bringing her?" Jack asked. "Rules," Arcee said. The two Autobots drove down the road and sped past the stop sign.

"Whoa!" Jack yelled in surprise and fear. A rock slab slid down and the two Autobots drove into the base. They drove down a tunnel and into a large room.

"Whoa," Jack and Miko gasped. "Cool," Raf said. "Amazing," Paige said.

Bumblebee stopped and Raf and Paige stepped out of his vehicle form, allowing him to transform. "I thought there were three," Ratchet said.

"Haven't you heard? Humans multiply," Arcee said sarcastically. Paige looked at Arcee then at Firestorm and Primrose.

"I'm Raf," Raf said to Miko. "I'm Miko," she said as she ran up to Bulkhead, "who're you?"

"Bulkhead," Bulkhead said nervously. "Are you a car? I bet you're a truck- a monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh? Ever use a wrecking ball as a punching bag?" Miko asked eagerly.

Primrose chuckled softly. "So if you guys aren't robots, who made you?" Raf asked. Ratchet scoffed, "puh-lease."

Paige couldn't help but frown and she tensed up when there were heavy, rumbling footsteps. She turned to see Optimus Prime walking over to them.

"We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron. Also known as Autobots," he said. "Why are you here?" Jack asked.

"To protect your planet from the Decepticons," Primrose said as she walked up beside Optimus.

"The jokers who tried to bump us off last night," Arcee clarified. "Okay... why are they here?" Jack asked.

Optimus knelt down so he could be a comforting sight to the humans, "a fair question, Jack. In part, they are here because our planet is uninhabitable; ravaged by centuries of civil war."

"Why were you fighting a war?" Raf asked. "Foremost, over the control of their world's supply of Energon, the lifeblood of all Autobots and Decepticons alike. The combat was fierce and endured for centuries," Optimus said, "In the begining I fought alongside one who I considered a brother. But in war, ideals can be corrupted. And it was thus that Megatron lost his way."

"Is there gonna be a quiz?" Miko sighed and she grunted as Paige lightly elbowed her in the arm.

"So what does Megatron or any of this have to do with us?" Jack asked.

"Megatron has not been seen or heard from in some time," Optimus said, "but if his return is imminent, as I fear, it could be catastrophic."

◊◊◊◊

"Those transmissions are aminating from deep space. I would hate to waste the Energon," Starscream sighed, "unless you are absolutely certain." Soundwave nodded his helm in confirmation. Echo looked at her brother then at Starscream.

"Then lock on transmission coordinates and activate the space bridge," Starscream said.

◊◊◊◊

In the darkness of deep space, a space bridge opened up. In mere seconds, a silver and purple jet flew out of the space bridge and transformed into his bipedal form.

"DECEPTICONS! I have returned," Megatron said with a triumphant grin.

[onisiondrama]

"taking accountability" April 30, 2021, Speaks - James announces he is going to use jump cut editing again so he can keep his videos short enough for Twitter. - He started making Youtube videos because he wanted to help people and make a positive impact in the online community. He thought he had good ideas and millions of people agreed. Eventually, millions of people turned on him because he's a shitty communicator. He trolls too well. People believed he wasn't trying to make people laugh when he poured kombucha on his head. - A lot of Youtubers say they want to take accountability, but they make stupid excuses for why they're a piece of shit. James Charles recently made a "taking accountability" video and blamed all of his problems on teenagers who can't legally consent. He points out James Charles in California where the legal age is 18. He says Shane Dawson was caught doing terrible things and blamed it on his childhood. - You're supposed to take accountability and not make excuses when you make a "taking accountability" video. When you're not caught doing anything or didn't confess, you don't have to take accountability because you didn't do anything. - He wants people to know the difference between people who take accountability and people who are full of shit and make excuses for shit they were caught doing. - Says if you don't know his story, he was blackmailed by an adult (Sarah) because she threatened to destroy his life he he didn't sleep with her. He slept with her and she destroyed his life anyway. She said she was joking when she said she would destroy his life even though she destroyed his life. That means it's clearly not a joke. She apologized twice for raping him and admitted to it on a livestream.

"The Video My Liar Ex Forgot Existed... WHOOPS" May 1, 2021, Speaks

- He says Sirius XM is the shittiest service on Earth. He bought a car with Sirius XM and they called him 20 times asking if he wants to sign up. He keeps hanging up because he doesn't want their shitty radio. He says he thought spam calls were illegal. He tells telemarketers to get a different job. - He says there's a video of him speaking poorly to someone he dated (Shiloh), but it's not him talking. It's him as the Joker and he's dressed as the Joker. If people told you this, it would debunk their case. He speaks to Harley Quinn the way Joker does all the time. His ex says it's real because she's out of her fucking mind. - He says if you don't believe him, look at these bloopers after she was fake crying. He again points out they're dressed as Harley Quinn and the Joker. [He plays the clip where he makes silly noises and asks Shiloh in a silly voice if she's going to cry and if she's going to be super sad. She laughs with watery eyes.] - He says feminism is a lie. He says it's a mechanism to make you believe what she says and he can't say anything back because you deplatformed him. He says a lot of women know feminism is a lie, which is why a lot of women are anti-feminists. Those women are woke.

"Everything Is The Man's Fault" May 1, 2021, Speaks

- James says this is probably going to be a controversial video, but it's the truth. Society will hate you and you'll die a horrible death, but one day people might look back and realize he was telling the truth. Just like him with Shane Dawson. - He dated a chick (Shiloh) 10 years ago and she did a documentary trying to convince people he was a cult leader. - She said something in the doc that didn't happen the way she said it did. He says when he fucks up his hair, he shaves his head. It's what he always does. She agreed to have half of her head shaved as part of a prank. She wanted to look like Skrillex. Problem is, she had really poofy hair, so when she shaved it it was like [he makes a poof sound while gesturing his hands away from the left side and top of his head.] He says it (the hair) didn't make sense. If he was in that position he would shave his head and start over, so he proposed that idea to her. She agreed and they shaved her head. - To prove she didn't look ugly bald and he was still attracted to her- there are people all over the world who are beautiful and bald, like some people from Africa who shave their heads. He points out they were both adults. He says he slept with her after she told him she should shave her head. (Why is he changing his story in the same video? I thought he suggested it?) He shaved her head because she told him. He said he was caring about her feelings (I think he's referring to sleeping with her after?) and he wanted her to not feel ugly, but nobody cares. - He says he guesses if in the future a woman asks him to shave her head, he should duct tape his mouth and throw himself in a cage because everything he does is seen as a threat. If they say yes to something, you can't trust them because 10 years later they might say they didn't want a haircut they told you to give them. - He says that's the current male position. If you're a Youtuber and someone wants to date you, get your stuff surgically removed. Don't bother dating because later on they'll say you're a monster for giving them a chance.

[is-that-mchanzo]

Just Another McHanzo Fic 😬

Jesse ran his hands through his hair, sitting on the side of the bed and wondering what the hell he was doing. He looked down at where his arm should have been, grabbing the cigar and lighter with the other. He rested the cigar between his lips, biting gently on the end as he lit it, throwing down the lighter to show his annoyance. He was still mad, still filled with resentment so much so that he had nightmares about losing the limb. He supposed it wasn't any one person's fault but he was just so mad about it and he never quite wanted to admit to it because, typically, he was smiling, happy, maybe borderline on childish.He dressed up like he was in the middle of New Mexico and his profession was farmer or ranch hand for fuck sakes, he had to ask himself when the hell he was going to grow up, Jesse already knew the answer, never.

There was too much about his childhood that was good that he couldn't let go of. It didn't start out so good but when he was fifteen he was adopted and Gabriel had been his hero. He had been his strength. Gabriel allowed him to just be himself and he wanted to be a cowboy, he wanted to save the world from injustice. Gabe had always supported that, he encouraged him to be whatever he wanted to be and without him, things had never been okay. He had nightmares all the time and losing his arm had only made it exasperated because Gabriel hadn't been there to smooth over his hair, hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright. He didn't care how old he was, he still needed the man that he had considered to be his father.

He sat on the edge of the bed in the darkness, the only light had haloed in from the moonlight glowing between the slats of the blinds across the large sliding doors that led out onto the terrace and the glowing red of his burning cigar each time he inhaled. He should have been able to get over it, through it. But it had been so hard and it had left him with this sick feeling of an unfilled void. He couldn't imagine a worse pain then losing someone he loved, with everything he had.

He placed the burning cigar in the glass ashtray and grabbed his phone. He couldn't lock it anymore because it was almost impossible to do so with one arm. Jesse looked through his phone book, resting on a name, he was hesitant to press it. It was late or rather, early but he'd said if he needed someone he was there, Jesse thought about it for a few more moments before calling the number and putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

Jesse frowned for a moment, the voice wasn't familiar to him but this was the right number, he had called it before.

Genji?"

He questioned, maybe he just had a cold or something? But it really didn't sound like his friend and he doubted that he would have given his phone to anyone, unless he had lost it?

"No, he left his phone behind. I am his brother. Hanzo"

He had heard Genji talk about his older brother a couple of times but he didn't know anything about him, only that he was older and his name was Hanzo, he was talking to a stranger and he wouldn't have been surprised, nor held it against him, if Hanzo hung up the call.

"Oh, howdy. Nice to meet you. He's told me only a little about you, are you just visiting the States?"

"I recently moved here. I am staying with Genji until I get situated. Your name came up on his phone as a symbol of a cow and a man. What does that mean?"

Jesse chuckled a little. Genji was even more cheerful and childish then he was, that was why they got along so well. Genji calling him cowman wasn't out of the ordinary, it was a nick name that he started calling him and it had just stuck.

"He calls me cowman 'cause I dress like a cowboy. The name's actually Jesse McCree. Most call McCree, actually I don't think anyone but my old man called me Jesse"

"Old man? Your father?"

He nodded his head as if Hanzo could see him before answering him, he supposed it was one of the reasons that he called.

"Was, he died 'bout six months ago. He died while I was in hospital, I didn't get to say goodbye to him or nothin'"

He wasn't sure why he was divulging all this to a stranger. Jesse felt weird but yet it was soothing, it didn't matter that Genji didn't answer, it really did feel good to talk to someone and he was sure if he was really bothering Hanzo, he would have ended the call.

"I am sorry about your father. What happened for you to be in hospital?"

"I had my arm ripped off at work. It got caught in a machine"

He wondered if he had said too much. There was nothing charming about telling someone that he had his arm ripped off especially someone he didn't know. Hanzo had a very soothing voice though, it was gravelly and almost monotone but it made him feel comfortable.

"I had my legs amputated so I know how it feels. I think I had nightmares for a year because of it"

"What happened to your legs, darlin'?"

He grabbed his cigar that had been slowly burning and puffed on it a few times. Hanzo told him that he had them cut off as a threat to their father because he worked in some underground things, illegal weapon and drug selling and trading. His factory accident seemed so vanilla compared to it.

Before he knew it, the sun was starting to rise. They had been talking for at least five hours. They just talked, about everything. Hanzo was only a year older then himself, the brothers were raised in a strict environment and he was an advanced archer. Hanzo had a full sleeve tattoo of a dragon, he loved dragons and he had escaped his duties in Japan to live in the States. He didn't tell his father, Shojiro, he just left. He wasn't sure he was entirely safe, if he really wanted to find his eldest son, a way would be found. It sounded terrifying.

He could hear Hanzo yawn on the other end. Jesse supposed it was time to go but he didn't want to, talking to Hanzo for as long as he did, it really felt like he'd not only made a friend but someone that understood him. They talked about what happen to their bodies and minds after they lost their limbs and he found a kindred spirit in Hanzo.

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry darlin' I kept you up all night. Would it be alright if I called you again some time?"

"I would like that Jesse. I will text you my number"

No one had called him Jesse and he wasn't used to it but when Hanzo said his name, it was nice, it didn't make him adverse to it at all. It was sweet and it made it sort of special because he was either McCree or Cowboy/man to most.

"Good night Hanzo"

"Good night Jesse"

The call was ended and Jesse found himself breathing again, though he didn't even know that he had been holding it in. There was no way that anything that happened could be described in words, there was just something about Hanzo that made everything clear, he had been stuck in the continuous loop of depression, anger and grief and he didn't really stop to think that it happened for a reason.

Maybe he had to lose his arm to connect with Hanzo on a personal level and maybe Gabriel dying was to get him to appreciate life was short and he had to make the most of it instead of drinking himself to sleep every night and wishing Gabe came back, when he knew it wasn't going to do anything.

He took a nap, waking up at ten and decided to clean out Gabriel's room. They had always lived together and it didn't feel weird that it had been the arrangement as he got older. It was just the way they did it and it worked for them both. After speaking to Hanzo, he knew that he needed to do something about it and he knew that there were things like photographs and stuff that could have a place. in other parts of the home.

Jesse took his phone with him as he made his way across the hall, opening the door to the musty bedroom. Everything inside had a layer of dust on it, and with none of the windows opened it looked like something that would be in a horror movie. Jesse opened the windows that had cobwebs on them and let some air and light into the room.

He had messaged Hanzo before he fell asleep but no doubt he had worn his new friend out to the point where it was possible he was still sleeping. Hanzo had been easy to talk to, he was just comfortable to Jesse, he wanted to talk to him again, maybe it was too soon though and he already talked his ear off, maybe he should have asked to have a drink with him or something, got to know him in person? He didn't want to overwhelm him, he decided. Jesse wasn't the easiest guy to get used to and he didn't want to drive Hanzo away already.

He cleaned out the room and though Jesse had been trying to accept the loss, he found himself crying, touching clothes and possessions of his dead parent. He wanted to get rid of it all albeit a few personal things. Jesse felt bad for that thought but the melancholy was too much and he didn't want to feel it anymore, he wanted to be okay again. He didn't intend on Hanzo being the one that became his support, Jesse was sure he was being a burden but they spoke for hours and Hanzo never said anything about wanting to go and he was half the conversation, unless he was too polite to say any thing different.

Hanzo seemed like an honest man, if he wasn't interested in their conversation earlier that morning he was sure that his new friend would have said so, he definitely seemed like the blunt, to the point kind of guy, something Jesse appreciated and found attractive.

His phone made him jump when it rang, he wasn't expecting it but when he saw the name on the screen, he smiled. He was trying his best not to sound like he had just been crying before he answered it, placing it on speaker.

"Hey there, darlin' I'm glad you called, everythin' alright?"

He tried to make sure his voice didn't shake at all. Jesse wasn't sure that it was working but he might have got away with it.

"Yes. Everything is alright. I was thinking about something you said last night. You said that you had never fallen in love before, even to this day. Is that true?"

It was accurate that he had told Hanzo that and the statement itself was true. Jesse hadn't experienced being in love. Sex was one thing but love was another and the two didn't necessarily coinside with one another. He had sex but there was nothing about it that was romantic or loving, he didn't feel that way about anyone he slept with and Jesse wasn't discriminate when it came to sex, if they were sober, of age and consenting then that had been the criteria. He didn't have a lot of sex but he had enough of it to know that there was a huge different between physical and emotional intimacy.

"I'm not exactly anyone's type Han' I ain't classy or even well dressed and I've been told I look a bit like a hobo. I ain't got money or family. I don't have much to offer someone else. I was serious"

"You have plenty to offer. It's not pleasant that you've never been in love, but it is comforting that I'm not the only one"

Jesse smiled, it was comforting to him that he had the same effect on Hanzo as Hanzo had on him. Having someone that meant they could be less alone, someone they could talk to without concern or worry that they'd say something out of place.

"I'm glad I can be the one to make you feel less alone in the world"

It made his heart less heavy. It was this tender moment that he could share with someone that was on the same level as he was. That had the same knowledge to things like losing a limb and not finding someone to share life, in all it's good and bad, with.

"Your voice, it sounds sad, Jesse. What's wrong?"

Fuck, he wasn't hiding it so well, but after last night there was no one else that knew Jesse like Hanzo did. He was friends with Genji but they didn't talk like he did with Hanzo. He wasn't sure if he should confess why he'd been upset or deny it, but when they did talk, he was safe and honest, Hanzo just made him feel confident he could talk about everything.

"I cleaned out Gabriel's room today. It's nothin' darlin', nothin' I can't handle, was just sad, that's all. I hope you got some sleep after I kept you up all night?"

He changed the subject to something else instead of denying that anything was wrong in the first place.

"Jesse. It's going to be alright. You are so resilient and you're a good man, and I enjoyed our night together, getting to know you"

It made Jesse's heart swell. Hanzo liked getting to know him, and it was mutual. He had a real friend in this man that he had never met. They got along well and conversation flowed between them so smoothly. They didn't have to force anything or have awkward silences. They just...worked. Jesse looked at the empty room he had cleared out, maybe this could be a win-win situation.

"I enjoyed gettin' to know you too darlin' say Hanzo..ah..I was just thinkin' you said you're stayin' with Genji 'til you get situated, I dunno how desperate you are to get out of there but I mean..I got a spare room here and it be mighty fine to be able to get you to know you more. Don't 'spose you'd consider comin' to live with me?"

There was silence for a moment, he could hear the soft breathing. Maybe this was too soon? Maybe he shouldn't have just jumped to the idea that they could live together? Jesse wanted to apologize, as he opened his mouth, Hanzo spoke up.

"You would do that? Allow me to come live with you?"

"Of course. We get along well and you need somewhere to live. Gabe's room would just go unused and...well..."

Jesse found himself blushing and rubbed the back of his neck. He was slightly flustered. He didn't know why it made him nervous to say it but it did.

"It'd be my pleasure to have you here, I mean I'd like it, very much, if you'd come live with me"

"Thank you Jesse. I appreciate your offer"

They arranged for Hanzo to move in that Saturday. He insisted that he didn't need help and that he and Genji would be able to handle it, Jesse didn't argue, he knew he'd be little help with only one arm but he could at least help him when he got there.

He had no idea what Hanzo even looked like. He assumed he'd look similar to Genji. He knew that having Hanzo there was going to help. He needed a friend and the eldest Shimada was his perfect companion and maybe he could be for him too.

Between Wednesday and Friday, he and Hanzo had continued to call and text. They were getting closer, the more they talked, the more intimate their conversation was becoming. They started to discuss things like sex and love. Though neither of them had been in love they spoke about how they saw it, how they felt about the idea. Things became very personal for them and Jesse and Hanzo were bonding and for the cowboy, he was starting to feel a few things that he wasn't sure he'd experienced before.

Firstly, he had a best friend that wasn't his father. He had never had a best friend before but Hanzo was definitely it. Secondly he was feeling protective over and attached to Hanzo, he wanted to keep him safe from his father and any associates that may want to harm him and thirdly, Jesse was lusting after him, they spoke about sex and there had been times where it could have led to them having phone sex. He wasn't sure what it was but it happened so naturally. Jesse didn't know what that exactly meant but it was apparent that he wasn't the only one feeling something from this.

When Jesse heard the car in his drive way, he felt nervous. He neatened his flannel and brushed drown his jeans, making sure his boots had a shine and the Stetson was straight on his head. He didn't know if this was going to be impressive by any means or if it was something Hanzo was going to like but this was Jesse, this was who he was. He was nervous, he wasn't sure what Hanzo was going to be like with him in person. Would he completely ignore what they had been doing the past few days?

Jesse exhaled and inhaled deeply, he couldn't believe he was actually meeting him. It was surreal and exciting but nerve wrecking. He didn't know if they were going to continue what they were doing or if now that they were in person, it would mean they were just friends and it would stay that way. They had the same appreciation for love, it was important for them and something sacred, that was meaningful and maybe it wouldn't be love between them, it was all up in the air.

He stepped outside, he looked to the silver blue car that was parked there. The trunk was opened up and boxes were being placed on the ground. Jesse moved down towards them and the trunk was being closed. His breath was taken from his lungs. Fuck.

"Goddamn"

He was staring at beautiful dark brown eyes and his own caramel ones were given the same attention. Hanzo was gorgeous, Jesse was speechless, he was sure he looked stupid just standing there, gawking like an idiot but he'd never seen someone so damn beautiful. That silken raven hair that was tied back in a ponytail. His skin was flawless and smooth, very few wrinkles showing, his eyes were serious but it was like drowning in a pool of molten chocolate and what a way that would be to go.

Jesse swallowed hard and low in his throat. He wasn't even thinking, he wasn't so sure he was even breathing, he was enamored.

"Careful cowman you'll get a boner"

Genji's voice broke his trance and he was properly introducing himself to Hanzo by shaking his hand and then doing the best he could to help take the boxes inside. It wasn't easy but he never said no to a challenge.

He hadn't been able to take his eyes off Hanzo and after only six small boxes, Genji was leaving and they were by themselves. Jesse wasn't sure what to say, since the first time they spoke, he was actually speechless.

"Lemme show you around darlin'"

That was a good start, he thought to himself. He led Hanzo through the house, taking him to every room, pointing out anything that didn't quite work to perfection. He took him through the back door to the large block of land that had a couple of horses on it. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, encouraging both the blazer and mustang to come over and say hello. They greeted him warmly.

"This is Billy and Patrick. Guys this is my very good friend Hanzo"

He could see the archer was a little nervous. Both the boys were harmless. Jesse gently took the smaller males wrist.

"Make sure your hand is nice a flat and what you want to do is run it over the length of his nose, just below the eye and just before his nostrils"

He was guiding Hanzo's hand down the path he said, as soon as he saw the archer was comfortable he released him and allowed him to get acquainted with both his pets. He just watched, mesmerized by him and how quickly he became friendly with the horses, and when he saw his friend smile, he felt like he had been struck in the heart with an arrow. He was...nothing short of perfect.

"They are wonderful, Jesse"

As soon as they were finished greeting the four legged members of the family, they were going back inside. It was getting late and he needed to think about dinner. He felt like he should do something nice. Jesse was so damn nervous, like this was all part of a date only the question was where he stood after it.

Hanzo was looking at all the photos on the wall and just taking his time getting acquainted with the space. Jesse couldn't help but watch him, his eyes drawing down to his legs. They were covered with slacks and he wore shoes but he knew, from their conversation that Hanzo had state of the art prosthetic legs. His arm, there was just a stump there, he might have felt jealous if he were a different man but he was more glad that Hanzo had that.

"Hey, darlin' do you think it be alright if I took you to dinner and we could do talk?"

Hanzo turned to face him, he smiled but so subtly that Jesse only barely saw that was what he was doing.

"Yes, I would like that, thank you"

He already knew what kind of things Hanzo liked. When they talked it had been about everything. Jesse was the perfect gentleman, holding open doors, pulling out a chair for his date and pushing it back in again. They were at a Japanese restaurant and he was out of his element here, he didn't know much about Japanese culture but he wanted to learn, he wanted to connect with Hanzo more.

"We can go elsewhere if you are uncomfortable here, Jesse. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this"

Hanzo distracted his eyes from looking at the decore. It was elegant that was for sure, they had a lot of simplicity in their artwork but it was somewhat breath taking and he did want to learn more about Japan and the difference about their two cultures, he was interested in Hanzo and he knew how infatuated he was becoming.

Jesse was holding back. Maybe that made it awkward but he wasn't about to go ahead and just fall in love with Hanzo and it not be reciprocated or it be something that was one sided. He had heard about unrequited love before and that was something he wanted nothing to do with. It sounded like pure torture and he couldn't do that to himself.

"No, Hanny Bee. It's alright, 'sides it be nice to learn 'bout Japan. Ah...I guess I brought you out though 'cause... Well...'cause you and I...we..I mean we're.."

Fuck. He couldn't even get his words out. He was too nervous. He didn't know what the hell Hanzo was going to say, especially with him fumbling his words and not making any clear sense what so ever.

"We are close now and you aren't sure how I think or feel about you because I haven't said anything or expressed my emotions?"

Hanzo hit the nail on the head with that one. It must have meant he had been thinking about it too.

"Yeah, that's 'bout it darlin'"

"I like you very much, Jesse"

He was waiting to hear a but. He waited a few seconds but there was no but, nothing bad, nothing to tell him that they could only remain friends. His heart was pounding out of control.

"The thing is Hanzo. I think I'm fallin' in love with you. When I looked at you the first time, I ain't ever felt anythin' like that and even talkin' to you. I'm worried that I'm gonna feel this way and you ain't, I guess it will just stop one day if it's one sided. Guess I'm hopin' that maybe you see somethin' more happenin' between us?"

"Jesse...I"

He didn't want to interrupt Hanzo but he didn't want to put him on the spot and he didn't want him to feel like he had to say anything or force himself to feel anything that he didn't actually feel. It wasn't something that he could just stop himself from feeling but if it was unrequited he did not want to guilt Hanzo into anything.

"Hanzo, if you don't feel anythin' for me that's alright darlin'. I don't want you to pretend or feel forced. I just needed to lay it on the line. I've been honest with you all the way so I wanted to be now too"

Hanzo's cheeks were flushed with pink. He looked cute but embarrassed. Immediately he was regretting everything, he should have kept quiet, he shouldn't have gone and blurted all that out like some love sick asshole. He probably made Hanzo feel more uncomfortable, maybe it wasn't such a great idea for him to live with Jesse. It just felt so good and so right and now he was filled with apprehension. Maybe it was too much, maybe it was his missing arm and seeing it in person was too much, maybe his style and personality was just not Hanzo's type.

"I have fallen in love with you too and I have been reserved because I'm not sure how to act, or what is okay and what isn't"

He finally stopped panicking and was able to breathe again. Hanzo actually liked him? He genuinely didn't know what to say but he was so thrilled. This could actually be something. He didn't want to seem too eager but also make himself look like a dick by snuffing out the flames, so to speak.

"You don't need to do or be anythin' but you"

They shared a meal together. Hanzo tried to teach him how to use chopsticks and taught him some Japanese, simple phrases that he could use to say thank you for the food and hospitality. Jesse paid for everything and when they were leaving, walking back home, he made a bold move. He placed his hand against Hanzo's and interlocked their fingers. It was a silent walk back but no words had to be said.

Jesse unlocked the front door and opened it for Hanzo. The other brushed against him on purpose when he went by, Jesse bit his lip as a hand lightly touched his crotch. When the cowboy closed the door behind him and locked it. Hanzo was waiting for him only a few feet in front of him, Jesse slowly approached. He tipped Hanzo's head back by lifting his chin. He looked over the handsome face before pressing his lips to the others and kissing him.

They both moaned into the kiss, kissing Hanzo caused his stomach to flip and his heart to cinch, his erection strained in his jeans and the kisses had become more intense, more heated. He pressed his friend up against the wall roughly, Hanzo wrapped his hands around his shoulders, pulling him in closer.

Jesse moved his hand down, pressing it to Hanzo's hip and pushing their erections together before he was lifting Hanzo and those legs were around his waist. Hanzo held onto him tightly, they disconnected the kiss and he looked into dark eyes they were filled with lust and anticipation. Jesse pulled back his flannel, throwing it to the floor, he looked at Hanzo's body, he didn't know what was under those clothes but he was eager to find out.

"Fuck, I want you darlin', I want you so bad"

He popped the buttons slowly on Hanzo's shirt, it was difficult but he did it. Fingers sunk into the back of his hair and lips were against his ear.

"I want you too Jesse, now"

He opened the shirt, revealing a toned chest, he shoved it down his arms and it dropped to the floor. He admired the tattoo before carrying Hanzo to his bedroom. Jesse hadn't had anyone in his room, it was nothing spectacular but how it was decorated was hardly the concern right now. Next to go were their shoes and socks, pulled off in a speed he didn't know he was capable of.

He placed Hanzo on the bed, resting on his knees looking down at him. He had thought Hanzo was beautiful before but now, now he was really enchanted. He lowered himself towards him, kissing down Hanzo's body to the waist of his trousers. He could see that he was hard, both flattering and arousing. He had never been with anyone like this man before, he was stunning, intelligent, sweet and though he sounded a little stoic when he spoke, he found him to be alluring.

He released the button and pulled down the zipper but suddenly Jesse was self conscious. He stopped himself, sitting back. Hanzo showed his concern.

"Jesse, what's wrong?"

He had told Hanzo everything when they spoke and now he wasn't feeling so talkative, he already had insecurity about his missing limb and seeing Hanzo, that gorgeous face and body, he wasn't sure that he deserved this.

"My arm"

It didn't really need much of an explanation. He didn't know if it mattered or not, he didn't look right especially now, at least that was how Jesse felt. He was only in a tank top and that alone made him feel apprehensive about what they were about to do.

Hanzo didn't say anything, instead he was sitting up and taking down his trousers, they found the floor and Jesse watched as Hanzo released some well disguised latches on his cybernetic legs and they were put to the side. He looked at the limbs, they were amputated just below the knee. Now they were both vulnerable, both naked in the sense there was nothing left to hide.

Jesse removed his tank and released his jeans, they too found the floor and there was nothing left between them. Hanzo touched his hairy chest, and then down to his arm. Jesse had never touched it or allowed anyone else to but he let Hanzo do it.

"You are beautiful, Jesse"

Aaaaannnnd unfortunately that's all that I can post here. You can find my trashy McHanzo fics on AO3 (shamelessly most of it is smut)