#I had no idea there were different brushes because Im used to fiddling around on MS paint

[buwheal]

^ | Guess who never realized there was a brush library in the art program i switched to.

I really like the pencil tool for coloring in doodles!!! Also here’s a complimentary Jevil

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

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Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

Enjoy ♡

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

[iwaasfairy]

suna and watersports. Thats is, thats all. If u like this idea, Please write something im dying to read something like that!! Have a nice day/evening/night!!

thank you baby!! this was my first wastersports ask so i hope i did it justice ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

tw degradation, piss <33

One hand holding your wrists to the wall, another keeping you locked on his thick thigh by your hip. His fingers are dug deep into your skin, definitely leaving crescent moons into the flesh with how hard he’s pressing. But none of that matters when he’s dragging his lips down your throat and down the valley of your breasts, your head tilted up to give him all the access he could ever want. “Rin,” you whine, grinding down on his thigh like he had you do the last half of the taxi ride, no mercy. “Please, Rintaro, I’ll be good for you in a minute. I just have to-”

“Shut up,” he grunts, dragging his tongue away from your pebbled nipple to glare at your from under his lashes, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He doesn’t drop your wrists when he straightens up, but hovers his face right in front of you. His lips almost brush up against yours when he speaks. “Keep your hands up there. Don’t you dare move.” He’s never fair when he gets in one of his moods, and it seems like tonight won’t be any different. But you were both drinking at the party, and you’re starting to feel it. So when he presses your hips into motion on his thigh again, you can’t help but whine out loud.

“God, Rintaro, I’m sorry that Tsumu made a stupid joke,” you beg, arms crossed pathetically above your head as you grind down on his thigh, your panties stuck to your folds with your the wetness of your desperate cunny. “Now let me go use the bathroom so we can continue please.” At your words his lips turn into a fine line, long fingers moving from your thigh to grab your face and smush it.

“You really think I’m playing this game with you tonight?” He pulls his thigh from between your legs, dropping you back to the floor with your cheeks still pushed tight. His free hand fiddles with the zipper of your skirt to drop it between your bodies, then shoving down your panties. His hand immediately comes in between your legs to collect some of the slick collected in your drooling pussy, and starts working them around.

“You really think you can push me so far, don’t you? That nothing will happen because I always let it go, huh?” You stay silent, still pouting in his grip while two fingers work into you and the thick of his palm pushes up against your clit. At your silence, he smirks. “Pathetic cockslut.”

It feels good, so you moan, but your one hand comes to rest on his shoulder automatically. He doesn’t appreciate that, because he drops his hand from your face to maneuver your legs apart instead, pumping his fingers into you harder. “So fucking lucky I love this sloppy mess this much,” he grunts. Then he pulls the digits out of you and slips them into his mouth, licking them clean. “Take this off,” he motions to his pants as he cleans your taste off his fingers, and you hurry forward to do so instantly. But in the back of your mind there’s a little voice screaming at you to stall for a second to just use the restroom, because you have to go so bad. And once you start you won’t be able to.

It’s only around the corner, you can just— “You walk away now and I’ll fuck my hand instead. For the next month if that’s what it takes to teach you,” Rintaro mumbles against your ear, clearly having noticed your hands stopped. And you whine at him long enough to hear the pout, but he only kisses down your jaw and then your lips. So you cross your legs and blink your tears away, finally getting down his pants enough to move his boxers out of the way. His hot cock is rock hard, has been since the ride back. Rin grunts against your skin when you pump him up and down, but he’s clearly out of patience. “Spread ‘em, right now.”

You do, though your bladder feels like it can give any moment, just holding your stomach tight as hard as you can. He rubs himself through your slick folds a few times, before pushing in. Even now the fit is still so tight, and it makes your whole body tremble. His fat cock pushes all the way into you, your other arm moving to his shoulder too. He starts fucking you right away, hard, the loud squelch of your pussy being filled over and over again filling the room. “So fucking tight,” he grunts, kissing you and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When you pull back though, you keep your head tilted back and your eyes closed.

It’s so embarrassing. “Rin, you feel so good,” you try, whining when his hand comes between your legs to rub at your puffy clit. Your body’s too tight. You cling onto his shoulders harder. “But I gotta pee.” You whimper when he pinches your clit, already bringing you to a high with the repeated deep, hard thrusts. He mumbles something incomprehensible into your mouth with another kiss, speeding up his thrusts even more. He uses his finger to just keep constant pressure on your sensitive nub with each snap of his hips, your legs almost giving out at the feeling. But you pull back to breathe again. “Rin! I’m gonna—”

“Gonna piss yourself like a stupid, little slut,” he finishes for you, pushing you back against the wall harder and pounding his fat cock into your body so deep you feel like it’s driving the air out of you. The pressure becomes too much. “Fucking do it then, I’m not stopping,” his hiss is pressed into your neck where he bites down. And with a few more ruthless pumps you release all over, getting yourself, him and the floor all wet. Your tears slip down your face when your boyfriend doesn’t even slow, sucking a hickey into the side of your neck until it’s sore. “You’re so pathetic,” he mumbles, “you’re cleaning this up later.” 

But he still brings his hand down to rub your clit again, and soon you’re moaning out his name over and over again cumming on his perfect cock.

[docholligay]

Tracer/Emily “on a scar”

Talk about stuff I've meant to write for ages, this moment is finally out in the world. ANYWAY THANK YOU 1600ish words, all of my OW universe is here.

Tracer kissed her shoulder.

It should have felt good. She wanted it to feel good. She was incredibly attracted to Tracer, who had been a perfect lady over the past few weeks. Tracer, who was handsome and charming and gallant, who had treated her to dinner and walks in the park and made her laugh with all her stories, brought her flowers and told her she looked wonderful in purple, who had never invited herself up even though her eyes clearly wanted to be invited up.

But instead, there was a sort of deep grim that lapped at the corner of her mind. Emily was not good with women. She wasn’t good with anyone really, over the age of six, she thought, quiet and shy and awkward, the way she’s been all of her life. She wanted this, and she was afraid of it. She was not a casual person. Sometimes she wished she were.

The hard part, for Emily, was knowing when to tell someone. When she had been younger, it had been easy to blame her being trans for every ounce of hesitation she felt in a public setting, for every stumble through a conversation, and every bad date where her calls were never returned. It some ways, it had made things easier, to know that there was an immutable reason for such things, but life is rarely so kind, and she had met so many other women like her who glittered and had full dance cards, who lived life loudly.

So her own hated timidness had to, at least in some capacity, be an organic consequence of being Emily McNair, rather than anything else. It was disappointing.

But because she was Emily McNair, and because she had no idea of what it meant to be casual, and because she, like the silly fool that she was, was dangerously close to being truly in love with Tracer, she had to tell her. She wanted to tell her. Because if she was going to love Tracer, she had to know that Tracer could love all of her, even her history.

She tried not to expect too much of people in that vein.

“Em?” Tracer pulled away from her, ‘Can’t ‘elp but notice you don’t seem particularly engaged. You,” she seemed disappointed, “you not want to?”

“Oh, Lena, I do, but it’s only..” She tucked her hair behind her ear, “I have to speak to you, first.”

Her eyes darted around the room. “What ‘ave I done? Or not done?”

“No, no, of course no. It’s only me.”

“Alright. All ears.”

Emily was sure there had to be a perfect way of doing this, but over the twenty odd years of her life, she had never quite found it. Words were, most people would agree, not Emily’s strong suit, and generally she was as content to listen to others talk as they were. The handful of times she had gotten far enough to want to tell someone, it had never come out the way she’d imagined, and as Tracer looked at her, she realized that new and better speech she kept planning wasn’t going to reveal itself this time either.

“I’m trans. I just--thought you should know, before.” She swallowed and looked off to the side, waiting.

Tracer rocked back on her heels and looked at Emily.

“Is that all? Doesn’t matter, I don’t care about that,” she stopped for a moment, “Sorry. You know,” she tilted her head quickly and leaned forward, trying to put herself back into Emily’s gaze, “it’s just now occurred to me why me Dad put it that way when I told ‘im I was gay, can’t really think of a better way to say it--suppose it didn’t urt that ‘e wasn’t the slightest bit surprised by the news--but wasn’t helpful to me then either.” She took Emily’s hand. “Thank you for telling me. I feel all the same about you as I did. I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I cannot believe me luck, sitting on the sofa with you. You ‘ave no reason to be shy with me. Still buzzing about being invited up, love.”

Emily let her shoulders relax a little. “I’m shy with everyone.”

“I ‘ope sincerely that it’s not that people ‘ave been cruel to you.”

“Not, I think I’m just a bit awkward, I mean,” Emily shook her head. “Most people haven’t known since I left school. But I don’t much,” she fiddled with the strap of her dress, “you know, see women.”

Tracer smiled. “Right. Let me show you something.”

She slipped her shirt off under her CA with a speed and grace Emily would not have guessed was possible, leaving only her CA and a sports bra. The first thing she noticed were the bright toucans on Tracer’s bra. The second thing she noticed was that Tracer was as spectacularly toned as she might have guessed given her quick strength, and she blushed.

The third thing she noticed were two deep and heavily puckered scars, right at the edge of her rib cage. Her eyes widened and she brought a hand to her mouth, without thinking, and then immediately realized Tracer must be seeing her, after being so kind to Emily, showing shock, and she might think it was disgust--

But Tracer gave that loud peal of a laugh that Emily loved so much. “I know! Terrible, innit? Man shot me.” She scowled a moment. “Thought ‘e was me friend, once upon a time, but ‘e did disabuse me of that notion, as Fareeha put it, you know, love, for all the times she pretends she doesn’t understand a bloody thing I’m saying she manages to put up quite the English vocabulary when it suits her, right? Right, absolute tosh--listen to me waffling on, me Dad always said I could talk for England--what I mean is, love, you ain’t the only one with a thing or two unusual. Say nothing about the machinery. I’m loads of things to get used to, right? So you and I are of a kind. Me more than you, even, ‘ave no doubt you look better with your clothes off than me, if you don’t mind me saying so, right? So you never need be shy with me, for I’ll always do me best. I ‘ave no doubt that I will say or do something unbelievably bloody stupid, and when that happens, I want you to say, ‘Lena, you bloody stupid cunt,” Emily laughed and shook her head, “--No love, I’m being very serious just now--Lena, don’t do that” and then I won’t.”

Emily looked at her. Tracer’s eyes were bright and sparkling, but full of sincerity. Even now, she had that little resting smile on her face that Emily had come to realize just sat there, as unhappiness did on others. There was something about Tracer that drew Emily in, that made her feel safe, and suddenly it felt true, that someone like Tracer could not mind. Suddenly it seemed silly to Emily that anyone had ever minded at all. She had so many explanations planned out, ways to make it okay for Tracer and assure her that there wasn’t much different about Emily, but it all seemed completely unnecessary in the moment.

She had been honest, when she said she didn’t care.

Emily reached her hand out and brushed her fingertips against the deep crater on Tracer’s stomach, and Tracer did not flinch away from her touch, even for a moment.

“It must have hurt terribly.”

Tracer shook her head. “You know, actually, I lost a great deal of blood very quickly, which doesn’t necessarily recommend itself but I will say made the pain a bit of a non-issue.” She laughed again. “Honestly, Winston’s more traumatized by it than I am, I only remember little bits of the thing. Lost some of me liver though, and I am sore about that, as I make quite a bit of use of it,” she looked down, “ as you can see by the fact that I lack a bit in the definition department.”

“You’re very handsome, Lena.” Emily said, still looking at the scar, unable to look Tracer in the eye when she said it.

“Well, you’re kind to say so.” Tracer put her hand on top of Emily’s. “I still am keen to root about the cabbages, so to speak, and I want you to know I won’t be put off so easily in future,” she grinned, “but if you’d rather not tonight, I understand that, as well.”

“Oh, but I don’t want you to go!”

Tracer took Emily by the shoulders. “I can stay then, love. ‘Appy to ‘ear it. Can stay all night, if you like. But we don’t ‘ave to do nothing.”

Emily leaned forward and put her head on Tracer’s shoulder, letting herself fall into her embrace. Tracer kissed her forehead.

“We can stay just like this, love.”

I love you, she wanted to say, I love you, and I feel excited and happy and utterly terrified at the fact. But, she reasoned, she had tripped over her own tongue enough for one evening, and in this moment, she thought she would have plenty of other chances. Tracer would stay. She kissed Tracer’s cheek and settled into her arms as Tracer laid back against the couch.

“You know, the scars aren’t even the worst of it, with me. ‘Ardware neither.”

“Oh?”

“Right, there’s the entirety of me personality to deal with, as well. Messy. Can’t pay attention to save me own life, sometimes quite literally, depending on who you ask. Touch of P--well, honestly, just ask Fareeha, when you meet her, she’s got a list of me negative qualities, I think. Probably alphabetized. Maybe categorical.”

Emily felt herself melt into Tracer and allowed herself the joy of a laugh.

The cool wind of October shook the trees outside, and litter blew along the street next to her shabby little London flat, and Emily had never been happier.

[itstittycitybaby]

Flirty (Lin Beifong x Reader) Part 3

a/n: im pumping these out so fast. after i finish an episode i have to immediately start typing or i’ll go crazy.

“This is Azure and this is Ruby!” The two of them hopped in your palm as you held them out. “They’re prettier up close,” Opal said, grinning. Her eyes were bright today. She looked happier than last night after she ran from Lin’s room crying. You chuckled, “For the most part, until Azure pecks my face for food because he’s a dick.” Opal looked taken aback but didn’t comment on your choice of words. It was weird considering Suyin had a mouth on her when she was younger. Her and her daughter were different.

“Would you like to hold them?” She nodded. “Ruby is very shy,” you said, moving slowly with the hand Azure was on. “So she has the tendency to be more skittish and peckish. She’s sweet though, don’t worry,” you reassured Opal once you saw the nervous look on her face. “Okay,” she said softly, watching Azure stand on her palm. “He’s beautiful.” 

You chuckled, “Oh he knows. The more you feed his ego, the more he thinks he’s in charge.” Opal giggled, stroking his feathers gently. An idea popped in your head. “Hey Opal?” She perked up, “Yes?” “Could you look after Azure today? I have some work to do and he can be a real pain.” Opal smiled brightly and her eyes lit up with joy. “Are... are you sure?” “Mhm,” you replied, grinning. “Just give him back after dinner.” “Okay!” With that you bid Opal and Azure a goodbye. “Whore,” you murmured to Azure as you left, ignoring your leave because of some new attention.

******

Suyin was excited about your plans. Her husband looked over them and praised your new pitch for the tram station. “Hey Suyin,” you said, after her husband left. Suyin hummed while pouring the two of you wine in a couple glasses. “Mind if I ask you something?” She nodded, handing you a glass before sitting down. You sat across from her, legs clamped together nervously. You fiddled with the glass in your hand. “I’m not sure how to ask this..since I haven’t seen you in well, forever.” “Nonsense (Y/N),” Suyin waved you off, “We’re family! I’ll answer any question you have.” “Thanks,” you responded, genuinely. She’d always been so welcoming and kind. The Beifongs were the only family you had. You regretted not staying in contact with at least Su. 

“Whenever I was in the village..there was some gossip.” Suyin’s brow quirked  as she took a sip of her wine. You sighed, brows pulling together and a soft frown on your face. “I don’t really listen to shitty rumors but it’s been so long I couldn’t help but think.. was there something that happened? Between you and Lin..?”

Suyin looked surprised. She tapped her finger on the wineglass as she pondered. The ring on her finger  “Sister drama, you know how it is. Nothing happened. Lin is just so bitter and won’t let go of the past. You know that better than anyone.” You frowned at her words. Suyin wasn’t wrong but..she made Lin sound totally heartless. “I just wanted to make sure. She’s been so...angry since I’ve gotten here. I know I probably have a part in that but..I’m just..worried.”

Suyin leaned over and squeezed your hand. Her smile didn’t seem to reach her eyes. “It’s alright (Y/N). Just give her some time. I can see she cares about you. Not that she’ll admit it.” You chuckled, a grin splitting your face. “Really?” Suyin looked amused at your enthusiasm. You really were a child even from how much time passed. “I promise. Now, why don’t we catch up. I haven’t seen you in what, thirty years?” You nodded, taking a gulp of your wine. As Suyin filled you in about her life you couldn’t help but feel, that she was lying. Your instincts screamed at you that there was more going on than she led you to believe. She wasn’t telling you everything. But she had been so kind and comforting to you since you’ve got here. Surely Suyin wouldn’t lie to you. She was your friend, the one who listened to your ranting after a fight with Lin. Su let you cry on her shoulder once your parents kicked you out and offered for you to share her room. Yet, as much as you tried reassuring yourself, your gut kept screaming.

*****

Lin touched her scar gently. The memories and the emotions she had tried so hard to repress and forget, were now bubbling back onto the surface. Toph had allowed Suyin to walk all over her. She gotta away with anything while Lin busted her ass trying to impress her mother. The price gave Lin a scar that mocked her everyday. It was disgusting to know that Suyin had been let go scotch free and still hadn’t given an apology. 

The needles had done its damn job alright. Lin was reminded of her failure of being the perfect daughter. No matter how hard she tried, Top didn’t seem to care. Was she really that unloveable? Could she even have someone want her? Lin huffed as she limped from the acupuncturist’s office to find Suyin. Her hand trembled from anger and the rocks shifted underneath her feet. It was getting bad again. Except this time she didn’t have her work or whiskey to drown herself in. Beads of sweat rolled off of her face and back. Lin ignored the acupuncturist’s qualms of resting and hurried to find Suyin. She was going to end this once and for all.

*****

Lin dodged the metal sculpture thrown her way. It missed her, barely. Lin raised some rocks from the ground and unleashed them onto Suyin. She couldn’t help but smirk when one of them hit her. Her sister retaliated by hurling metal plates towards her. Lin dodged all of them except for the last one. The impact made her tumble. Another boulder was thrown in Lin’s direction, but she rolled fast enough. She was getting slower and more sluggish. Her head felt hazy but she brushed it off. ‘Now’s not the time.’

Getting into a fighting stance she anticipated her sister’s next move. Lin lifted another boulder. It wobbled in the air but she still flung it toward Suyin. “Getting tired,” Suyin taunted. “Barely,” Lin barked. Suyin flung her fingers and bended the metal wall around her as a shield. The boulder broke from hitting the metal as soon as her sister warped it. “I wonder Lin,” Suyin yelled, face tugging into an ugly smirk. “If this was the reason Tenzin left you. No wonder (Y/N) left to travel the world. They couldn’t handle a bitter woman like you.”

Lin’s jaw clenched in anger. Her teeth ground together and her hands trembled.  She felt hot in her chest and the blood inside of her veins prickled. Lin raised a leftover metal plane on the ground.  “That’s enough!” Lin snapped her head over to the new voice.  The metal plate clattered onto the ground. (Y/N). There was a wooden staff in your hands. You twirled it in front of you, fighting off the tiny sharp rocks Suyin hurled over. Your arms trembled, eyes hushed with angry tears. You shook with rage from the mess in front of you. Lin stiffened; for once in her life she was afraid. Afraid of what you might say or do. Lin finally had you within her fingertips. Were you going to slip away again?

“I left on my own terms,” you growled. “How dare you use that against Lin.” The staff twirled effortlessly in your fingers. Lin was frozen in her spot. All she could do was watch you and your bird flit around you. “You’re a coward Suyin,” you gritted out, “A fucking weasel. What did you do Suyin? Don’t you think you’ve done enough?! ” Korra and Bolin gawked from the sidelines, witnessing unfolding between the two of them.

Suyin’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t say anything. Su’s eyes calculated the situation. Using her sister’s fear to her advantage, she flung the metal wall hard enough that Lin was sent sprawling. “Lin,” you cried out. She flew towards the courtyard and her back hit the fountain’s stairs. Lin growled, rising up again. Her stance wobbled from the force. Little black spots formed in her vision. Shaking out of it, Lin raised her fists, preparing for the next hit. Suyin walked calmy, crossing the bridge. “Are you done,” she asked, sounding bored. “Not yet,” Lin snarled. 

You glided into the air. Your paraglider soared you towards the two of them. A group of Suyin’s people spectated the fight. The tips of your feet touched the ground beneath you. Rolling, you folded your paraglider away. You jumped on your feet and facing Lin. “Move out of the way,” she snapped at you. “No,” you replied stubbornly. Lin created metal shards with her fingers. You grabbed your staff from your back, preparing for the onslaught to come. The shards sliced the air and they raced towards you. The staff moved in a tan blur as you twirled it with rapid speed, flinging some of the sharp metal away from you. They made a thunk, as it pierced into the wood. Once the metal stopped racing towards you that’s when the adrenaline died down. Your temple seared with pain and felt warm and sticky. You hissed, fingertips touching the wound. It stung like hell. You were bleeding. Your hand flung up to your nose. It throbbed from the blood coming out of your nostrils. Lin felt her heart shatter. You looked up to her with disbelief. She didn’t mean to hurt you, she didn’t mean to-

“Look what you’ve done Lin,” Suyin taunted, raising a boulder. “All you’re good for is hurting people. Especially the ones you care about.”

Suyin flung the boulder. Ruby started fluttering her wings, her cries piercing your ears. The pain in your temple worsened more thanks to her screeching. Ruby flew away from your shoulder to safety. Turning around, you shifted yourself in front of Lin. “Move,” she shouted. You ignored her, pressing your fingers into your palm. An orange shield burst out from your palms and surrounded the two of you. Lin gasped softly. Son of a bitch actually did it. You stood in front of her determined. The orange bubble was see through like an orange stained glass window. Your stretched your hands and fingers out in front of you. As soon as the shield popped up, Suyin’s boulder hit with a sickening crack. You cried out, straining to hold it up. A searing pain erupted through you. It felt like your soul was splitting in two. “It’s hurting you,” Lin cried.

Suddenly, a flash of green jumped on the bridge between you and Suyin. Opal. Air pushed out of her hands. “Fuck,” you shouted, shield starting to crack.  “You’re both sisters,” Opal cried, “Why are you hurting each other?!” Her words fell on deaf ears. Lin was focused on how your body swayed, struggling to keep itself up. Lin yelled, “(Y/N), stop. This isn’t about you! Save yourself!” The shield shattered. Orange shards flew into the air and dissolved into nothing. You whimpered, tumbling to the ground. Lin’s heart tugged at your soft cries. Ruby flew to you immediately, shrieking. Lin hobbled over and panted. The red parakeet’s high shrieks made her ears hurt. Her vision started to fade. She felt weak. She was hopeless to do anything. Lin’s feet fell under her. She stretched her hand out, trying to reach you. You were too far. The last thing she saw was your unmoving form, curled in on itself.

[taelme]

hi uhm, can i request a mini-scenario for chan (or what makes you comfortable) when his fem! S/o is very insecure about her height (4'8) just fluff and cuddly chan thx uuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

genre: established relationship!au (fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort elements?)pairing/s: Chan / Fem Reader word count: 3k+ tw: none I think,, post may include potentially offensive remarks about reader’s height so if you’re not comfortable w it feel free to skip! a/n: thank you so much for the request! im a sucker for domestic aus so….I hope I did a good enough job for u n I hope you like it~~ 

Chan9:38am -all the best for work today!-

You couldn’t help but smile at the text, typing a quick reply to him before stopping your music, removing your earpieces with one hand as you entered your office building, feeling awfully professional in your office-wear as you tapped your card to enter into the lift lobby for the main building.

Work wasn’t anything special, you were just working a simple temp job for the time being to gain experience as you were filing out your job applications to the various companies after your graduation. Though this being said, you weren’t necessarily the most excited to go to work, hence Chan’s motivational texts every morning.

Or, ‘doing his boyfriend-ly duties’ as he liked to put it.

Gripping your cup of coffee tightly, you saw the work crowd beginning to swarm into the office’s lift lobby where you were waiting, the sudden presence of people that were considerably taller than you making you wonder if they could even see you, having been shoved all the way to the back of the lift once the lift had come, having to strain your neck so as not to let the person in front of you’s briefcase jab into your neck.

Annoyed to say the least, but trying not to let it ruin your morning, you’d heaved a sigh of relief when you heard the elevator ding, glancing at the number and recognising that it was your floor.

“Excuse me,” you said, tapping on the person in front of you, who turned in confusion only to spot you moments after, silently moving aside to allow you to exit.

Walking briskly to your table, you slumped into your seat with a sigh, earning a giggle from your co-worker sitting next to you.

“Tired already?”


You made a face, shrugging off your coat and slinging it on the back of your chair, “good morning to you too,” you sighed.

Your co-worker snickered, her expression shifting suddenly as she tapped you quickly, making you turn to see what she was so urgently warning you about, your eyes widening as you spotted your department head. Standing up and greeting him quickly.

The department head was currently walking with another man, dressed in an all-too fashionable coat to have worked at your company, round, thick-rimmed sunglasses hanging casually from the collar of his shirt, giving you and your desk mates a small nod in greeting.

“These are my new angels, only working temporarily, though,” he turned to face you, introducing the man to you. Apparently he was working together with your company to make a promotional advert.

“We’re looking for beauties like you for one of the roles,” your department head had gestured towards your co-worker, earning a shy shake of the head from her.

“Oh no, please, I’m not very good at acting.”

“Not just you, you two can try as well,” he gestured towards your other two desk mates, “they’d wonder if we run a modelling agency instead of a brokerage company,” he laughed obnoxiously.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d missed you out on purpose, turning to look at your co-workers. They were all gorgeous girls, who could pull off long pencil skirts and still manage to look leggy, whereas you had to stick to skirts that ended at the knee, not wanting to look like a child in a too-big uniform.

“What about Y/N sir? She was the best at acting out of all of us back in school,” your co-worker spoke up hesitantly, noticing the way the department head had missed you out as well.

Both the men had looked at you, the man giving your department head a look as if to ask if he was joking, and you’d suddenly wished you had just made your disappointment less obvious to your co-workers.

He bent down slightly, though he still looked down at you with a sickeningly sweet smile it made you cower under his stare, “Uhh…maybe if we need someone to play the role of a kid, we’ll let you know,” his tone was dripping with sarcasm, his words lingering with you even as he strolled off with the willy-wonka looking man.

Shrugging, you sat back down at your desk, trying to ignore the way your co-workers kept glancing between themselves and you. I mean, it wasn’t their fault that they were taller than you, and in turn received favour from the male heads of the company as a result.

You dismissed the feelings of discomfort that threatened to arise in you, shaking your head as you clicked into your email.This was just a temp job, you’ll be out of here before you knew it.

But that wasn’t to say you wouldn’t face this problem in your other offices as well, what were you supposed to do, borrow your boyfriend’s ankle weights when you walked around the house? You were already wearing platforms and those were heavy enough.

“Hey, are you alright?” Your co-worker whispered, making you muster your best reassuring smile, nodding at her.

“Mmhmm, I’m fine, I swear.”

“I mean, if you think of it this way, at least you look young?” your co-worker tried to comfort you, earning a glare from your other desk mates, making you laugh.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “really young.”

===

The feeling lingered with you all day, and you were on your last meeting for the day, desperately wishing time would pass faster as you went to the lounge to prepare coffee for your colleagues.

Opening the overhead cupboard, you’d refrained from letting out a groan when you saw that someone had returned the tea to the higher shelf instead of the lower shelf ( that mind, you, was still within your reach). Leaning one hand on the counter, you stretched your other hand up as high as you could, struggling to even brush the shelf.

Giving up with a sigh, you straightened out your blouse, wondering if it would be a good idea to climb up onto the counter to get the shelf, but even if you’d wanted to do so, your skirt wouldn’t allow for that.

Spotting a pair of tongs at the side of the sink, you’d grabbed them quickly, an idea sparking in your head. Trying again, you’d reached your hand out as far as you could, even jumping to try to get it, but in your excitement, you’d only managed to push the coffee mix deeper into the cupboard.

“What are you doing? They asked me to check on you since you were taking a while.”

You turned abruptly, hitting the tongs against the cupboard with a loud clanging sound on accident, spotting your co-worker standing there with an amused look on your face.

“Trying to make coffee,” if that wasn’t obvious enough.

Huffing, you felt embarrassment flooding your senses as your co-worker walked over, reaching out her hand and grabbing the instant coffee mix with ease, setting it onto the counter with a small smile.

You were thankful for her help, of course, but at the same time it made you feel so incompetent knowing that you couldn’t accomplish a simple task like making coffee independently.

“You should put a note telling them to leave it on the counter,” your co-worker told you, making you sigh.

“That goes for everything in the cupboard, then,” you huffed, making her laugh.

“I think it’s kind of cute. Your height has a certain charm, you know? Makes people wanna take care of you,” she told you with a laugh, making you shoot her a pointed look as you mixed the coffee with a stirrer.

“Bet your boyfriend’ll think it’s cute.”

You let out a grunt. Being cute was one thing, but being independent was completely different to you. It wasn’t like you to want to inconvenience others so much just because you were ‘so cute that you couldn’t reach something on a high shelf’. But once again, you brushed it off, laughing the situation off with your co-worker.

“My boyfriend thinks everything is cute,” you joked, dismissing the topic quickly as you brought the coffee back to the meeting room with her. Thinking of Chan only made you more desperate to want to finish this meeting sooner so you could see him.

You didn’t miss the comments from your colleagues when your co-worker had confessed that you took so long because you couldn’t reach the coffee mix, your mentor giving you a look when he mentioned that it was his doing, having ‘not expected’ that it would inconvenience anyone.

You’d flipped your binder open halfway through the meeting to discreetly message Chan, asking if he had any plans after work, surprising yourself with how quickly he’d replied you.

Chan5:32pm -pay attention to ur meeting! I don’t want u getting in trouble bc of me-

You hid your smile behind your hand, nodding along with whatever your mentor was presenting as you continued.

5:32pm -I can buy takeout from the place near my office-

Chan5:33pm -u don’t have to, i can go pick u up since I ended early today!-

After which, that was all you could think about for the rest of the meeting, clearing the cups of coffee with lightning speed once the meeting ended and jogging over to your desk, bidding goodbye to your colleagues since Chan had sent you a text saying he was waiting for you downstairs.

Hugging your coat tighter to yourself, you’d felt a sense of relief once you’d spotted Chan outside your office building, leaning against one of the railings with bags of takeout in his hand, his other hand fiddling with his phone as he waited.

You’d wanted to surprise him, but he’d looked up quicker than you would’ve liked, giving you a smile as you made your way over to him, his hands stretching out in an invitation for you to hug him, which you gladly did so, his tall frame (well, compared to yours) enveloping you warmly, bending slightly to rest his chin on top of your head gently.

You closed your eyes, letting out a small sigh as you wrapped your hands around him.

He let out a small hum, “lemme guess. Bad day at work?” He pulled away to look at you, his hand smoothing your hair away from your face, feeling the cold wind brushing against your cheek as you nodded at him.

Chan smiled, “it’s okay, it’s the end of the day now. I bought the takeout already, let’s get you home, hmm?” He took your hand, leading you towards his car. You couldn’t help but feel insecure under the gazes of your colleagues that walked past you, your height difference with Chan suddenly becoming a lot more noticeable than it usually was.

You tried to ignore it, not wanting to ruin your time with Chan, but you couldn’t help the negative thoughts from rising in your head. You remembered a comment that you’d heard someone say before to a couple with a similar height difference as yourself and Chan, saying that the woman looked more like his niece than his girlfriend.

Did Chan and I look like that too?

You sat in the car waiting for Chan to start the engine, watching your co-worker walk past, letting your thoughts slip from your mouth before you could notice.

“She’s tall, isn’t she?”

Chan looked up, shrugging as he started the engine, “yeah, she’s pretty tall.”

“Yeah, pretty and tall,” you gestured, making Chan’s eyebrows raise, pulling out of the parking lot.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged.

“Nothing, just…wondering. Do you ever wish you dated someone like her instead? Like…she’d look really good with you…she wouldn’t look like… your niece.”

Chan let out a disgruntled sound, already beginning to sense the reason behind your sulky mood, simply shaking his head at you.

“Of course not, I’m more than happy with you.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue further, choosing to let the conversation stop at that till you got home.

Once you were at Chan’s apartment, you’d taken a shower first, stepping out into the room in your towel after you’d worn your underwear.

“Chan, I’m thinking of staying over tonight, do you know if I have anymore clothes here?”

Chan hummed, “I’m not really sure where you put them, you could just wear one of my hoodies first if you want?” He stood up, walking over to his cupboard and fishing out one of his hoodies, handing them over to you with a small kiss on the forehead, heading outside first while you changed.

Putting it on, you’d immediately felt as though you were drowning in fabric. Chan tended to get bigger hoodies because of his shoulders, so they looked even bigger when they were on you.

Stepping outside, you padded over to the living room, not expecting to hear the hum of approval that left Chan’s lips as he spotted you.

“I know this isn’t the first time you’re wearing my clothes but, I can’t stress how much I love seeing you in my hoodies.”

He stretched out a hand to pull you closer to where he say on the sofa, tugging you just a little more so you ended up on his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about that question you asked me just now in the car,” he began, making you slightly nervous to hear what he was about to say, “and I just can’t believe you asked me that.”

“Chan, the food’s gonna get cold.”

He let out a displeased whine, “no, baby look at me,” he brought a hand up to your chin to ever so gently tilt your head to face him, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“I like you exactly how you are, because that’s…you. You’re who I fell in love with, not anyone else. Who cares if you’re not super tall? You’re fun sized!”

You were about to retort but Chan had beat you to it, “and before you go on about how it makes you feel dependent on others, It’s alright, okay? If you don’t wanna depend on them, depend on me. I’ll gladly help you get any sort of thing from the highest shelf in the world if I can help it.”

You scrunched your nose up, shoving him away in your embarrassment, “don’t say things like that,” you rest your hands over his, feeling his thumb rub the skin on your thigh gently.

“Why not? I mean every word.”

You gave him a look, and despite what you said, you knew that what Chan did was working in reassuring you, the feeling of your heart fluttering when he’d cupped your face still so familiar even after your years of dating Chan.

Chan was an absolute angel, you were reminded again now, as he tried to cheer you up during dinner, telling you funny things that happened at his workplace and talking about anything under the sun to make you feel better.

“How’re you feeling now?” He asked after you ate, earning a shrug from you.

“Kind of drowsy, do you um…” you averted your gaze from him, not knowing why you were letting yourself get shy all of a sudden.

Chan quirked his eyebrows up, tilting his head at you curiously, “hmm?” He asked.

“Can we..like…you know,” you mumbled, and you could practically hear Chan’s smile without looking at him, feeling him pull you forward, and in you almost losing your balance, you quickly supported yourself with your shin resting on Chan’s thigh, feeling him adjust your position, pulling your other leg up so you were straddling him now, raising his eyebrows at you again to prompt you further, clearly getting a kick out of seeing you so shy.

You shook your head, leaning forward so you were hugging him, resting your chin comfortably on your shoulder, the comfort it provided you making your eyes shut. Chan instinctively wrapped his arms around you, one hand above the other as they rested comfortably on your back.

“Lemme guess, you wanna cuddle?” Chan’s voice could be heard next to your ear, his voice soft and tone gentle, though not without a hint of teasing.

You nodded, “mmhmm,” your voice was muffled from how you pressed your lips against his shoulder.

“Couch or bed?” He hummed, earning a soft mumble of ‘bed’, Chan’s hands moving to grasp your thighs, standing up and carrying you towards the direction of his room, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Feeling him set you down on the bed, you let go so he could get in as well and make himself comfortable. Lying on his back, he’d beckoned you over, letting you resume your position of practically lying on him, your leg draped over him and your head resting on his chest, while his hand found its way to your back and your thigh, rubbing soothing patterns onto your skin.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

You felt his chest move slightly as he let out an amused huff, “what are you thanking me for, baby?”

“You..” You yawned, “take care of me so well,” you sighed, removing your head from his chest to look at him.  

Your gesture made Chan smile, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.  

“Hey, can’t have my favourite girl feeling bad now, can I?,” he tilted his head at you, a soft smile at his lips.

You ignored the flush in your cheeks, shaking your head as you let your head rest back on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep, all previous worries of the day now all melding into this soft, comforting moment of calm with Chan.

You stayed there cuddling in your room, the only sound being the soft music that Chan was playing in the room, and you were about to fall asleep when you heard Chan mutter, “I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile from your face, letting out a deep sigh as you replied, as your own affirmation as well (albeit muffled by the fabric of his hoodie)

“I love you.”

You wouldn’t ask for anything else.

[visionsofus]

im loving your wanda + vision's mixtape series! my song request is "I Know Places" by Taylor Swift! the song works perfectly with those two during the times between civil war and infinity war :)

Anon I'm sure you expected something quite different with this song... but here is what I wrote :) I hope you still enjoy even though its angsty! 

Track #13: I know places by Taylor Swift 

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Synopsis: Wanda and Vision try to spend a peaceful evening out for dinner in Paris when they are suddenly attacked. To keep each other safe they split up, forced to make the harrowing journey to the next safe house separately. Vision is faced with Wanda's mortality.

Warnings: Angst/ mild whump, blood, guns, reference to a gunshot wound, I mostly skip writing the gore because no

All Wanda had wanted was a peaceful evening. She should have known it wasn’t to be. You didn’t get peace when you were a fugitive.

But they were in Paris, it was their first time in the city of love, and it was impossible to resist the opportunity to spend an evening together at a Parisian restaurant, overlooking the River Seine. They’d put the necessary research in, knew how private the restaurant was and chose the night it was said to be quietest – a Tuesday evening. They were so caught up in being in love with each other and in the hope of having a normal evening, like a normal couple. One of the first lessons Nat had taught Wanda was how easy it was to hide in a crowd, a lesson she shouldn’t have forgotten so quickly. But after two years of hiding on and off with Vision in different cities Wanda had come to associate privacy with safety.

Of course, they was no way they could have predicted that their server would be attending university for international relations and was not only knowledgeable in the Accords, but had aspirations of reaching the United Nations. It was the wrong time and the wrong place, but it always had been for them. Time was never on their side.

The first sign that something was wrong came before they’d even sat down. The restaurant was quieter than they’d anticipated, with only two other couples occupying the interior of the restaurant.

Wanda tried to wait patiently for their nervous waiter to return and shivered slightly at the breeze coming off the river below. They’d chosen the balcony in the hopes that it would put them further out of view of anyone else in the restaurant, but she hadn’t anticipated the cold. In response to her shiver Vision slid closer along the bench, wrapping an arm around her waist and she gratefully pressed herself to his warm side.

“She’s taking too long with the menus,” Wanda murmured quietly reaching out to fiddle restlessly with the napkin in front of her.

“You worry too much,” Vision said pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We took proper precautions.” But he too sounded worried and Wanda was beginning to second guess their whole decision to spend an evening out.

To their relief the young woman returned a moment later with two menus clasped in her grip. They began the motions of ordering food and Wanda started to hope that everything was going well.

She was mid conversation with Vision about their plans for the duration of their trip when she heard a series of car doors slamming down on the side street below them. Vision too went quiet, listening carefully. He rose, walking to the edge of the balcony and peered over, his eyesight far superior to Wanda’s human eyes. At that exact moment their server returned, two drinks in her hands and Wanda couldn’t help it. She reached out into the woman’s head, just enough to see what had happened in the time since they’d arrived. What she saw made her jerk back, fear alight in her heart as she launched herself up from the table and the server scurried back inside.

“Vis,” Wanda said stepping towards him, “we need to run.”

He didn’t get the chance to reply as a series of bullets ricocheted off his chest. Of course, his Vibranium form was impervious to such amateur tactics but Wanda still felt her chest constrict in fear. Her powers rose to the surface immediately and she encased them protectively behind her magic, shielding them from whoever was shooting.

“Perhaps this was a bad idea,” Vision said scanning the area and Wanda could almost hear his thoughts as he ran through possible escape routes. “They’ll have circled the building by now, we’ll have to get out via the roof.”

“Up it is,” Wanda muttered and launched herself towards the roof with her powers, Vision close on her heels.

“How did they find us?” Vision asked as they ran along the roof shingling, or rather she ran, and he flew.

“The server recognised us immediately and reported to the local police,” Wanda called, stumbling a little on the next rooftop as she launched herself across the space between two buildings.

Vision was at her side, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. “We have to get out of the city.”

‘Pyramus Protocol?” Wanda asked, hating using the name of the plan that was their last possible resort.

“I’m afraid so,” Vision replied, and they stopped atop a flat rooftop, far enough away that they surely must have bought some time.  

Wanda sighed, pulling herself to him and hugging him tightly. “It’ll be ok,” she murmured a promise to herself and to the night air around them.

“I’ll see you in two days,” Vision said drawing back just enough to kiss her tenderly.

“Don’t get caught,” Wanda murmured trying to keep her eyes closed a little longer as his thumb brushed along her cheek.

“Stay safe.” His voice was a whisper and when she opened her eyes he had disappeared.

Wanda cursed their frivolity even as she ran over rooftops, launching herself across spaces no regular human would have been able to in the direction of their rented apartment. Pyramus had been a requirement when they decided to keep seeing each other, despite their divided teammates, the havoc wreaked on a German airport and most significantly, the very legal international treaty that now divided them. Anytime they started feeling guilty about the danger they were putting each other in, the Pyramus Protocol was there to fall back on.

They’d designed the plan at the demand of Nat and Steve on one side and Tony on the other. Wanda knew it was the main reason their friends didn’t have more problems with these secret meetings. Vision hadn’t been able to resist naming their escape plan after Pyramus and Thisbe, the star-crossed lovers of Greek mythology whose tragedy had inspired Romeo and Juliet. Wanda didn’t mind, as long as they hadn’t cursed their relationship to end the same way.

Thanks to the Pyramus Protocol they had a safehouse in mind, deep in the mountains in the south of France. In every country they visited, there needed to be an alternate safe house if things went to shit, or it became too dangerous to leave the country. Such as right now. With Wanda’s cover blown the authorities would be keeping keen eyes on borders and airspaces, so the only option was to venture further into the country.

Part of the Pyramus protocol was to split up in the event that only one of their covers was blown and as Vision purposely hadn’t let his human form go public in the US, it was safer for them to be apart. Wanda could only hope that the authorities were only out for her. The secret of his appearance was all that was protecting him from becoming a fugitive like her if she got caught and it was this assurance that silenced Wanda’s guilt enough to keep seeing him.

Wanda was so lost in her head that she almost flew straight past their apartment, managing to slow down just in time to drop onto the small balcony facing the street. She laid a hand to the glass, using her magic to turn the handle from the inside and stepping quietly into the apartment. Vision didn’t often bring anything with him, but Wanda kept all her belongings on hand and couldn’t afford to leave everything behind, lest they find some evidence that could be traced back to her teammates.

The bag was always semi-packed, always sitting at the foot of the bed and within magic’s reach if she had to run, or worse, destroy the evidence.They’d gotten lucky so far. Until tonight.

Wanda knew something was wrong as soon as she stepped into the apartment. A floorboard creaked to her right and she threw her hands over her head as something whistled past her ear, narrowly missing her neck. A tranquiliser.

Wanda jumped into action, grabbing the duffle bag with her magic and launching herself back to the doors, smashing through the glass and up onto the rooftop once more. She heard the shouts of her pursuers and waited until the four men made it out onto the balcony, swearing in French and looking around. When one finally looked up, Wanda reached out to their minds, hating it even as she did. She managed to subdue three of them but the fourth persisted and Wanda fought between keeping the three under and trying to wrangle the last man into submission. All it took was the distraction of sirens nearby and her control waned enough for the fourth man to draw his gun and take several, carefully aimed shots at her. Wanda swore and launched herself back, throwing her power up as she did. But she was not quick enough, and one of the bullets found her shoulder, sending pain ricocheting through her left arm. She fell to her knees on the rooftop huffing in pain, tears burning at her eyes. She’d been faced with guns often during her time with the Avengers but never had a bullet actually hit her. She vaguely recalled that you weren’t supposed to leave it in, but worried about not having anything to staunch the blood flow if she tried to pull it out. If she passed out from blood loss now, she’d never escape.  

Instead, she pulled off her winter coat, removing its woollen belt and using that as a temporary bandage, her blood warm against her fingers as she tried to breathe through the pain. To hide the bloody stains on her top she took a jumper from her duffle bag and tugged it over her head with great difficulty. She heard grunting and a hand reached over the side of the rooftop, sending her scuttling to the shadows as she tried to gather her wits once more. Shouting could be heard below, and Wanda knew this was her last chance to lose her pursuers.

The station was only 20 minutes away by foot, but Wanda made slow progress, sticking to rooftops as often as she could, always on alert for how near the sirens were. She launched herself from rooftop to rooftop with one hand, her other arm too painful to move.

Once she was sure she hadn’t been followed she purchased two north bound tickets using a traceable credit card under her name, and for her real ticket used cash, messing with the ticket officer’s mind to ensure he only recalled her buying the first two. She’d paid extra for a private cabin with a bed for the overnight train ride that was due to have her arriving late afternoon at the Pyrenees mountains.

At the platform Wanda reached into the conductor’s mind as he waited at the door, erasing any memory he had of her boarding the train even as he checked her ticket. She made it to her cabin without further event, shutting the door firmly behind her and pulling the blinds down. She lowered herself carefully to the cramped bed set against one wall, breathing properly for the first time in an hour. She groaned quietly as the pain in her shoulder hit her fully and her adrenaline abruptly ran dry. It took all her strength to stretch out on the uncomfortable bed as the train started to rock, leaving the city. With the knowledge that she had gotten away she closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her.

Vision was waiting in a café, a French newspaper propped up in front of him and a steaming coffee in his hand, though he hadn’t drunk any. He was doing his best to act normal even as he listened to a couple near him chattering in French about the international fugitive spotted in Paris the night before. It was all over the various news channels, but so far, no mention of him had appeared. Better yet, the authorities seemed to have no leads on where Wanda had disappeared to.

Vision gasped as his forehead sparked with pain, exactly from where the mind stone usually was when he was in his normal form. He put his hand to his head and rubbed nervously. It was throbbing sharply, and he gritted his teeth as he tried not to draw any attention to himself. Then it was as though the stone was trying to speak to him, images flooded his mind – Wanda lying unconscious on what seemed to be a train, someone opening the door, the cry of sirens as police cars pulled into the train station. It all happened so quickly that Vision thought he might have been imaging things. The stone throbbed persistently, and he knew he could not ignore the warning. He needed to get to the train station immediately.  

Now that he was further south, it had grown colder and though Vision didn’t feel the discomfort of the temperature drop, he was glad to be wearing the thick woollen coat, flipping the collar up and pressing his chin down. He disappeared into the street, just another person avoiding the harsh wind blowing down the main street.  

The station was relatively busy as the train pulled in just on time and Vision found himself darting around people, making his way towards the front of the train where the priority seating was. The row of empty compartments appeared just as they had in his head, and there was the final compartment, its blinds still pulled tightly down.

He glanced surreptitiously over his shoulder and tried the door handle. Once inside he could have sworn his artificial heart stopped for a few moments. He dropped to his knees next to the bed and the woman lying in it. He was eye level with Wanda’s pallid, unconscious face and her eyes flickered weakly beneath eyelids.

“Wanda,” he said voice raw with pain. He reached out to her shoulders hoping he could wake her up. That was when he felt the blood, his hand coming away a dark red as he looked at her shoulder in horror. “You’re alright, you’re alright,” he whispered to himself more than anything as he picked her up carefully, hating how limp she was in his arms.

Throwing caution to the wind he phased right through the side of the train, moving so quickly he only hoped that no one on the platform happened to see him heading straight for the outskirts of town where the safe house was waiting for him. He didn’t care if he was spotted now, it wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t help her.

The house was as basic as possible, an empty cabin in a small mountainous town. The last place Vision hoped the authorities would come looking. But it was hard to be concerned about that with the alarming situation presented before him. Wanda was hurt and there was no way he could risk taking her to a doctor or trying to get her to Steve or Natasha. But Vision had always assured her that he would be there no matter what, now was the time to see that promise through.

While the cabin might have been lacking in interior design and scarce of furniture, it was equipped with an extensive first aid kit beneath the kitchen sink which Vision quickly located. He had laid Wanda out on the couch and was startled to see her slowly coming to as he returned.

She tried to sit up, gasping as she looked around frantically at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Vis?” She cried her voice full of desperation.

He appeared at her side instantaneously and she pressed a bloodstained hand to his cheek her lip quivering as she looked him up and down, as though assuring herself that he were real. Despite his concern for her jostling her injury he leant into her as she rested her head on his chest, sitting so that she could hug him with her good arm, and he could hold her.

“It’s okay,” he said kissing her cheek even as tears began to roll down, “you’re going to be okay.”

“I was so scared they’d get you,” Wanda said through her crying and Vision’s heart clenched and he held her tighter.

“It’s okay,” he whispered over and over, giving her the time she needed to calm down.

Her breaths were still coming out in hiccups even after ten minutes of holding her, but Vision couldn’t afford to wait any longer. Now came the difficult part. He pulled back gently, cupping her cheek and she relented to lying back down, wincing as her weight was put into her back and her shoulder.

He prepared the first aid kit, the tweezers to remove the bullet that was still lodged in her shoulder and the needle to stitch the wound back up. Her power must have stopped some of the impact because the bullet thankfully hadn’t gone in too deep. He’d already profiled the area and made sure it wasn’t pressing on any arteries. It would be a painful, if quick procedure.

“Wait,” Wanda said hoarsely when he looked at her for confirmation to begin. “Can I hide in your head?”

“Of course, darling,” Vision said presenting his forehead to her and relishing the feeling of her warm palm on his cheek, and more distantly, the warmer feeling of a consciousness alongside his.

He looked at Wanda for the go ahead and she nodded slowly, closing her glowing eyes as she retreated out of her own mind and into his.

The mental distance helped Wanda as Vision started cleaning her wound up. The pain was a distant foe and though she winced as he withdrew the bullet it was infinitely better wrapped up in the comfort of his mind. He let her filter through the memories of the previous evening, and she was glad to see his escape had been relatively uneventful, he’d travelled west first and then south to the mountain range. Wanda hadn’t gotten a very good look at the space so far, hadn’t taken in anything beyond the simple fact that he was by her side and that she felt safe for the first time in 24 hours. But she looked now, reliving through his eyes as he made his round of the house. It was simple but cosy and reminded Wanda of the time a year ago when they had stayed in the Swiss mountains for a week. They’d spent their time going on long, secluded walks on mountain trails or sitting wrapped up together in front of the fire. It was a week spent taking each other in, catching up on the separate lives they’d been living in the month spent apart, and relishing in the closeness they could have when it was just the two of them. This cabin certainly wasn’t as lush, but Wanda was grateful to feel the warmth behind those memories even as her body cried out with pain in the physical world.

Wanda drew back to herself as the pain began to lessen, the stinging on the surface of her skin sufficiently numbed and the bloodstained belt and bullet discarded.

The rest of the evening was quiet, though neither were able to settled down after such a close call. Vision moved Wanda to the bedroom where she might be more comfortable, and she tried her best to relax as the pain medication slowly kicked in. He helped her eat something, though her appetite was non-existent. Then he waited for her to sleep, her head resting on his arm as they lay together. He ran his hands through her hair, gently teasing tangles apart and doing his best to clean the dried blood away from her neck.  

He left bed once to double check the locks, ensuring that the motion sensor alarms were set for the outside of the remote property, ready to warn them if they were found. But Vision had been monitoring the news all afternoon and the press seemed to believe the trail of the international fugitive had gone cold, much to his relief. He distantly noted that Tony had tried to contact him twice in the last few hours and he silenced the notification, it was a problem for tomorrow.

He heard creaking coming from the bedroom and dashed back in alarm. But it was just Wanda doing her best to stand up against the wooziness from the pain medication and exhaustion.

She reached for him wordlessly, her eyes threatening to spill the tears gathered there and Vision was at her side instantly, cupping her head to his shoulder and slipping a hand under her knees so that he might return her to bed.

“It’s alright,” he whispered as she twisted her fists into his sweater shakily.

“Don’t let me go tonight please,” Wanda whispered as he tried to make her comfortable even as she gritted her teeth past pain, getting as close to him as she possibly could. “You’re the only thing holding me together right now.”

Vision wiped her tears away and kissed her softly. “I’m not going anywhere; I’ll always be here.”

“What if they find us?”

“They won’t,” Vision whispered though he couldn’t possibly say for certain, “and if they do, I won’t let them take you.”

“I’ll never let them take you,” Wanda whispered looking into his eyes as she promised. “Anything but you.”

“It will never come to that,” Vision said with such conviction that tears began spilling down her cheeks again.

They remained intertwined the entire night, Wanda curled into his side, her back to the outside world, her head resting on his shoulder.  Some part of Vision managed to rest, taking solace in the fact they were together and for now, safe. But there was a part of him agonising over what had happened, the part of him that remained conscious over-analysing every creak and crack of the old cabin as winds swirled through the forest outside. The same part of him that desperately dreamt of an alternative, a life where they didn’t have to run and hide anymore. He clung to that hope as they clung to each other throughout the night. Though Wanda had told him he was the only thing holding her together, Vision knew he’d be in pieces if they were ever separated by something more final.

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Different Violence: Chapter 3

Main pairing: Anders/Male Hawke

Main Tags: hurt/comfort, whump, aftermath of torture

Chapter 3/3 

Summary: They stayed like that for a long time, and Hawke tried not to cry again. He had almost lost this. If those Templars hadn’t been afraid of retribution from the Champion, he would have lost this. Every day, because of who Anders was, he could lose this. 

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Hawke woke up the next morning with his head resting on Anders’ chest. He panicked for a moment, realizing that he was leaning on his injuries. But when Hawke pulled away, he was met with the sight of unmarred skin.

Anders was looking down at him, awake but still looking weary.

“You’ve healed,” Hawke said as he sat up.

“My magic came back in the middle of the night. Couldn’t sleep much, so I just took off the bandages. Justice is back too, and he sure had a lot to say. Lots of yelling.”

“Not at you, I hope,” said Hawke. Hawke was on good terms with Justice now, even considered him a friend on the few occasions they talked, but he knew the spirit could be unfairly demanding sometimes.

“No, not at me,” said Anders. “He was upset by what happened. He didn’t really know what was going on, only that I had been subdued and poisoned.”

Hawke ran a hand over one pectoral, remembering all too clearly what that skin had looked like yesterday. It was kind of amazing how it was just… gone. But it was also still there in the tired look on Anders’ face. Even healing couldn’t completely wash away what had happened.

“I’d like a bath, I think,” Anders said with a forced smile. He got up quickly and headed away, followed by Hawke.

Anders pulled one of Hawke’s house robes around himself as he waited for the tub to fill. Hawke was sometimes still in awe of the advanced plumbing living in hightown afforded him.

After the tub was filled, Anders took a seat on a stool and stuck his hands in the lukewarm water, casting a heating spell.

This was all so normal, Hawke couldn’t help but think. This could have just been another lazy morning.

But it wasn’t. Why was Anders acting like it was? But what else could they do? How could they even begin to address the nightmare of the past two days?

“Join me?” Anders asked after the water was hot. Hawke nodded and undressed, and slipped into the warm water behind Anders.

Anders let out a contented sigh and slid down until only his head and the top of his shoulders weren’t submerged, leaning back against Hawke. Hawke brought his arms around his lover in an embrace, once again feeling the healed skin. Skin he knew had been cut and bleeding mere hours before.

Hawke pulled Anders even closer instinctively, stroked a hand down his arm under the water.

They stayed like that for a long time, and Hawke tried not to cry again. He had almost lost this. If those Templars hadn’t been afraid of retribution from the Champion, he would have lost this. Every day, because of who Anders was, he could lose this.

Hawke could manage to forget that sometimes, when things went right for long enough. Events like the past days shattered that illusion. This was so fragile it hurt.

Before the water got cold Hawke offered to wash Anders’ back and hair, just wanting to touch him more and feel that he was okay. As he ran the washcloth over his skin he kept imagining the blood, the damage. Hawke’s hand glided over a shoulder where a particularly nasty gash had once been.

That was over now.

Anders sat still while Hawke worked shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp. His shoulders were relaxed at first, until Hawke accidentally caught his hand on a knot and pulled his head a bit too hard.

Hawke felt Anders flinch away and he dropped his hands immediately.

Anders hunched in on himself, took a long breath. Hawke couldn’t see his face, but his body language told enough.

“Love?” Hawke asked, wanting to reach out and touch but knowing that was a bad idea.

“S-sorry,” Anders muttered. “That just… reminded me. They, uh, pulled my hair near the beginning.”

Another new detail. Suddenly the warm bath felt stifling, the heat almost nauseating.

“Continue?” Anders asked, turning to face Hawke with a tired smile. He was trying to brush it off, and Hawke wouldn’t let him.

“Not if that could make you think of that night.”

“Please, Hawke,” Anders asked, pleaded almost. He scooted back and turned in Hawke’s lap, a hand gripping his thigh.

“I need this. I need this to be normal. Just… it felt nice, you washing my hair. I don’t want to have to change what I do because of what happened.”

Hawke considered the man in front of him, could see the stress written across his tired face. Anders was exhausted, clearly in need of the comfort and touch of another.

Hawke would never deny him that, so he nodded in agreement. But even as Hawke continued to lather the shampoo and pause to stroke his lover’s shoulders, he couldn’t help but think Anders would not get his wish. It wouldn’t be normal, and wouldn’t be for a while.

Hawke hoped to the Maker that Anders was right and that he could just let what happened to him slide off like water. Hawke hoped Hawke was wrong.

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Hawke was right. Unfortunately. The next incident happened a few weeks later when Anders had long since returned to his clinic and adventuring with Hawke.

Hawke, Isabela, Anders and Fenris were walking through Hightown on the way to a meeting with a noble contact.

It had been a pleasant walk until the clattering of armor echoed through the streets. Before any of them could react, a whole group of Templars rudely shoved them all to the side as they headed out.

“Bastards!” Isabela called after them, signing something vulgar.

Hawke was about to agree with her, when he saw Anders start walking towards a nearby alley. His footsteps were weak, and before Hawke could get to him he collapsed to his knees.

“Love?” Hawke asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was trembling, he was breathing too fast.

“Anders,” Hawke said, sliding into his field of vision. Anders looked up at him with wide eyes, then crumbled within himself and clutched his hands to his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered weakly. “I’m- im fine. I just… can’t seem to… to breathe right.”

Hawke waited by Anders’ side until his breathing evened out. The other two didn’t say a word, and neither did Anders all the way to the meeting.

Hawke could tell Anders was still upset when they walked home. His face was sullen, embarrassed.

The two men entered the living room and Hawke gestured for Anders to sit on the couch with him. He did, but looked even more nervous.

“You’re going to ask about what happened today,” Anders said plainly, an air of resigned finality to his voice.

“…well, yes. But I know what happened. I just need you to know that I’ll be here if you want to talk about it.”

“That obvious, then?” Anders asked sardonically. He fiddled with his hands in his lap, looking anywhere but at Hawke. “The others didn’t just think Justice was losing it even more?”

“That’s not what you look like when Justice takes over,” Hawke told him gently. “And do you really wish they had thought that?”

“It’s better than them seeing me being… being afraid of Templars!” Anders said this with an air of incredulity, a deep frustration evident.

Hawke honestly didn’t know how Anders hadn’t been afraid of Templars before. And he also knew this wasn’t normal, rational fear anyway.

“I know you’re not afraid of them,” Hawke said, placing a hand on Anders’ hands clasped together in his lap.

“But… but I was,” Anders whispered harshly. He was trying not to cry. Hawke wished he felt free to feel emotions around him, even unpleasant ones.

“I was…in that moment I was afraid. It was the sound of their armor, the feeling of it against me. I don’t even know what came over me. It was like…” Anders took a deep breath. “I was like back in the Deep Roads.”

Hawke remembered that all too well, the pure panic Anders had gone through when Bartrand slammed the doors on them and left them for dead.

Hawke knew the man didn’t handle the dark well, nor enclosed spaces. Hawke hated that he had lived in Darktown for so long, and had relished being able to move him into his spacious manor.

“It was like when you’re anxious about the dark,” Hawke told him. “That’s okay, and this is okay.”

“It is not! I need to be fighting the Templars, I can’t run from them! I can’t just stop functioning when one appears.”

Anders looked bloody miserable, his head hung low and his eyes reddening.

There was a deep coiled anger directed at himself that had the man snared.

Hawke pulled Anders against him, into his lap, and just held on. Anders went willingly, rested his head in the crook of Hawke’s neck. Small breaths ghosted against his skin, and Hawke soothed an arm up and down Anders’ back.

“It’ll be okay,” Hawke told him. “You likely won’t have this reaction forever. You know how I used to freeze on the battlefield when an ogre showed up?”

He felt Anders nod.

“I don’t anymore, but it took me some time to not just go right back to when Carver died. It’s not rational, it’s just our minds. Think of it like a wound. No one is any lesser for having a wound.”

Anders sighed. “Wounds, I can heal.”

“You’ll heal this too,” Hawke assured him. “Not as fast as you’re used to, for sure, but it will heal nonetheless. Give yourself time, love.”

It had only been two weeks. If Hawke had his way, Anders would still be staying in the manor all day and doing less dangerous things. Hawke didn’t give a damn that the physical wounds had healed, he knew no one could just brush off what happened and he had been right.

Hawke could see the toll that night had taken on Anders, even if Anders refused to admit it. Even in the next few weeks he was jumpier than normal, stayed even farther away from Templars.

As Hawke had said before, he no longer took Anders to meetings with Meredith. Hawke’s temper became even shorter with the woman, he could barely see her self-righteous face without wondering if she knew about what happened to Anders and if she approved.

Unfortunately, that last question was answered in one such meeting.

Hawke had taken Fenris, Varric, and Isabela with him. This was usually who he brought because Aveline was always busy and Merrill was too at risk. At risk of what, Hawke didn’t quite know, but that night had shaken the confidence he had in the protection his own status awarded his companions.

Meredith gave Hawke a thinly veiled order to investigate some more runaway mages suspected of blood magic, and Hawke accepted.

“And even if they are not blood mages,” Meredith finished with, “they are still apostates and you will bring them back this time.”

Hawke had a bit of a habit of only bringing to justice mages who were hurting people, often with blood magic. Meredith needed Hawke to appear on her side so the nobles didn’t get any funny ideas about how much Hawke despised her.

“What’s it to you, then?” Hawke asked, feeling his worsening temper getting the best of him. “You don’t send me out to actually catch these people, you do it to show you have me under your thumb.”

“And it may cease to work,” Meredith sneered, “with how you flaunt the company you keep. You ought to really keep them in check. You know well that their protection only extends to their lives.”

Hawke saw red. He stood up from his chair and slammed his hands on Meredith’s desk, startling his companions but not the woman herself.

“You knew!” Hawke accused her.

“After the fact, but yes,” Meredith said with a raised eyebrow.

“Keep your pet on a leash or we will have to muzzle him for you again.”

Hawke raised a fist but was dragged away by Fenris and Isabela. Meredith only smiled.

“Your other friends are wiser. Heed my words Hawke, you bring me those apostates or I won’t stop my men from making a repeat performance. They are very creative, as you saw.”

Hawke’s head was filled with pure rage all the way back to his mansion. He should have known she would approve. Meredith knew if the Templars killed Hawke’s lover that he would refuse to cooperate, but also knew that concern for Anders’ safety would also force that cooperation. Anders was a pawn in her game to control the city, and now she had been handed a way to keep Hawke in check without risking blowing the whole agreement away.

Beaten, tortured, but still alive. Hurt, but still there to threaten to hurt worse. Best of both worlds for their sick minds.

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Hawke couldn’t stand the sight of Templars. He had hated them before, but now “hate” was too soft a word.

“Worry” was also too soft a word for how he felt about Anders these days. Meredith’s threats still rang in his ears, and Anders still did missions for the underground.

He still helped even as his breath hitched at the sight of Templars. He was fine now, he insisted. The situation for mages was only growing more dire, he could not abandon his cause.

And lately Anders wasn’t even telling him when he went on these missions. One day Hawke had begged him to stop, told him of Meredith’s words. Anders had only responded that Hawke should stay away then, so Meredith didn’t see his involvement.

“I won’t get caught again,” Anders told Hawke. Hawke found that hard to believe, and every night Anders returned late his heart pounded with worry.

It was even more concerning, then, that one day Anders did ask for his help.

He told Hawke of one Templar’s plan to turn every mage tranquil, and proof was needed to convince anyone in power to stop it before it was already over.

“Why are you asking me for help now?” Hawke couldn’t help but ask.

Anders looked guilty, knowing how much Hawke had wanted to help in the past.

“This is too important for me to mess up, I need backup for this. We’ll need to use the tunnels to access the lowest level of the Gallows, which is where they often keep documents.”

Hawke agreed to help, even roped Isabela and Varric into the plan. If Anders was going on this dangerous mission, Hawke would bring more than just himself for protection. He also knew that if Anders got in trouble, he would move the earth to make sure he wasn’t left alone with the Templars again.

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The mission was… not exactly a success. Justice had completely lost control, almost killing a young girl.

When Anders returned to himself, he ran before Hawke could say anything.

Hawke was slightly too late to respond, and lost track of Anders in the tunnels. The other man knew them better than Hawke.

Isabela and Varric offered to stay behind and look for any proof, which Hawke barely had time to be grateful for because all he could think about was finding Anders.

He went to the clinic first, then the mansion. Not there. Hawke’s heart was racing, he was wracking his mind for locations Anders might find refuge.

Eventually he gave up, his head pounding with worry and his knees about to give out. He had no idea where Anders was. He could be anywhere, anyone could have caught him, the Templars could have caught him and-

The door to the cellar creaked slightly. Hawke bolted to the kitchen, and standing there was Anders.

The man looked listless, lifeless almost but Hawke barely noticed because he was too busy throwing his arms around the man.

Hawke buried his face in the crook of Anders neck and clung tighter, eliciting no reaction. Anders wasn’t even hugging back, just standing there.

“Thank the fucking Maker,” Hawke breathed out. After a few more moments he stepped back, keeping his hands loosely on Anders’ arms. Anders was just staring at him, pale.

“I…” he croaked out, “I only came back to get my pillow. I’m - I’m leaving.”

“What?” Hawke asked, truly dumbfounded.

“I c-can’t stay here Hawke,” Anders told him, a slight tremble in his voice. Otherwise he sounded blank, tranquil almost. Hawke shivered, trying not to think on that too much.

“I almost killed that girl. I’m a monster, and I need to leave where I can’t hurt anybody else.”

The words sounded rehearsed, like he had told himself this a million times.

“You’re not a monster, Anders,” Hawke told him. “You came back in the end, the girl is fine and thanks to you she is free!”

“Only because of you,” said Anders, still shaking but lacking any inflection. His eyes were blotchy like he had been crying, but that was over now and all that was left was emptiness.

“Come here,” Hawke said as he led Anders away gently. The man followed listlessly.

Hawke sat them both down on a couch in the living room, then reached up to brush a strand of hair from Anders’ face. He cupped his cheek, and gave the man a warm smile.

Anders just stared, then looked away.

“I still need to leave,” he said quietly. “You can’t make me stay… you wouldn’t.”

Hawke’s heart sank. “You’re right, I would never make you do anything. But please don’t go.”

It was all Hawke could think to say. Anders was silent for a long while, and the only noise in the room was the crackling of the fireplace. The light danced over Anders’ skin, caught his blonde hair. Even in his misery he looked ethereal.

“You’re spiraling,” Hawke told him gently. “You do this sometimes, remember? It won’t be as bad tomorrow.”

“It will,” replied Anders. “I still will have lost control of Justice. I thought I could keep him at bay, but… he couldn’t stand seeing Alrik again. I could barely- I thought I could handle s-seeing Alrik again…”

Anders was trembling harder, trying to fight back his emotions. Trying to fight back the very reaction Hawke had seen too many times since that night.

Hawke’s stomach dropped, and a chill went throughout his entire body.

“You-“ Hawke started, then had to stop. “You said you just had a “run in” with Alrik.”

This couldn’t be. Hawke hadn’t just walked Anders into a fight with-

Anders would have told him that-

Anders shook his head. “I didn’t want you to worry,” he said numbly. “The mission was too important, I had to try. I thought I could handle it.”

Hawke reached forward and pulled Anders into his arms, resting the man’s head on his shoulder and taking a deep breath.

It had been him. That man in the tunnels had tortured Anders. Hawke had come face to face with the man responsible and he hadn’t even known it.

At least he had the image of Justice ripping the man’s head from his body. At least Alrik died a gruesome death for what he did. For what he did to a lot of mages, it turned out.

“Let’s go to bed,” Hawke said. “You and I both need sleep.”

“I have to leave,” Anders said again, as numb as the first time.

“No you don’t. Not tonight. Tomorrow you can decide, but… please just stay for tonight.”

Anders nodded into Hawke’s shoulder. Hawke breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t even want to entertain the idea that he could not convince Anders to stay.

Even if Anders left, he would go with him. With Carver dead, his mother dead, Bethany with the Gray Wardens… Kirkwall wasn’t his home so much as Anders was his home.

Hawke helped Anders undress and gently guided him to bed. He was in bad shape, even if physically fine.

Hawke wished Anders would have told him who Alrik was, it hurt that Anders didn’t. But wasn’t he right? Hawke would have worried.

Hawke had trouble sleeping that night, but Anders slept almost instantly. He was draped over Hawke’s chest, breathing deeply. This was more sound than Hawke had seen Anders sleep in a long time, and it must be because of how the day had drained him.

Would Hawke really be leaving tomorrow, or would he be able to convince Anders to stay? Another reason he wasn’t sleeping was the fear that he would wake and Anders would just be gone.

But despite that fear, the events of the day got to Hawke too and he drifted to sleep.

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Anders wasn’t in the bed when Hawke woke up, and so Hawke started the day in a blind panic. He scrambled to put his clothes on, ran down the stairs.

Anders was standing in the hallway, wearing one of Hawke’s robes. Thank the Maker, he wasn’t dressed to leave.

“Anders,” Hawke said. “You scared me.”

“Oh,” Anders replied as his face fell. “I’m sorry… I wasn’t really thinking. I’m, um, I’m not going to leave.”

A huge weight lifted itself off of Hawke’s heart.

“Good,” Hawke said earnestly. “If you did leave you know I’d follow.”

“I do know, now that I’m thinking straight.”

It was good he knew last night he hadn’t been in his right mind. He had been confronted by his tormentor and lost control.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Alrik. I know now that was a terrible idea.”

“It’s okay,” Hawke said, taking Anders’ hand in his. “I know why you didn’t tell me. I get what you were thinking.”

There was a small silence before Anders spoke.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do now, now that I can’t control Justice. I don’t know if I can even go out to help you. I’m a liability now.”

“Last night wasn’t normal. It’s not every day that you’ll see someone who… someone who would provoke that kind of reaction.”

“I hope you’re right,” Anders sighed. “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for trying to lock you out. Clearly that wasn’t a good idea.”

Hawke waited for Anders to continue, knowing the man wanted to say more.

“And I’m sorry to… well, myself and you that I keep refusing to admit… to admit…”

Anders took a deep breath. His next words were spoken with a thick voice.

“To admit that I’m not okay. That I haven’t been okay since that night. That I’m still healing.”

Hawke could almost cry tears of joy at those words. Sure Hawke could tell the man this every day, but that didn’t mean as much as him saying it himself.

“Take all the time that you need,” Hawke told him.

“….I wish it didn’t hurt like this. I wish I could just get over it. I wish I could just get over every fucked up thing that’s ever happened to me.” Tears slid down his cheeks as he spoke, but he didn’t seem like he was caving in with the effort of being okay. He looked freer than he had been in months.

“Pushing it down won’t do any good,” he continued. “I think Justice made me realize that. I’m not going to be able to control him until I admit I’m struggling.”

Hawke wrapped his arms around Anders and gave him a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll always be here to help you,” Hawke said. “You don’t have to be okay.”

“Thank you, love.”

Anders lowered his head to Hawke’s shoulder to cry, but they were tears of release. Tears that healed.

Hawke held Anders while he cried, rocked them slowly back and forth while Anders let out the pain of the paths months.

After a while Anders looked up at Hawke and smiled. Tears still glistened in his eyes, but he looked hopeful.

Hawke felt lighter, knowing that the real healing could finally begin.

[just-my-fandom]

Cinnamon (Steve Harrington x Byers! Reader)

Warning, spoilers for season 3. You have been warned.

I forgot to add a title to this on the Coming Up list lmao oops. Im also getting a new iphone soon so I might not be active for a couple of days

Summary; Reader and Steve have a morning to themselves after the events of the Mindflayer

Tagged; @thehakunamatara @irreplaceable-ecstasy @avocadoesatlaw @rexorangecouny @fraeppuccino @teenwolflover28 @duvetsandpillows @buckysjuicyplums @lcgaf @ahoy-ladies-67 @canny1902 @itsfangirlmendes @tellmyselfies @xkotkuu @scarletmeii @bubblegumcat229 @krazykatkay456

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Four hours

Four God damn hours since the attack at the mall, but it feels like it was just minutes ago

The sun is now rising, and in the four hours since the paramedics finally let you go home, you're unable to sleep, staring up at the ceiling and fiddling with Steves hand rested at your hip,

"Can't sleep either?" Steve's hushed voice has you slowly looking over, to the boy now in comfortable clothes instead of that stupid Scoops Ahoy outfit you once loved,

The black around his left eye had slowly faded, but it was still there. It made your heart clench when you remember Steve telling you about what the Russians had done to him,

"No," You sigh, softly, fingers brushing his freshly washed hair from his face, "I keep seeing Billy and the Mindflayer,"

"Yeah," Steve sighs, hand running under your shirt to brush the skin at your stomach, "Me too,"

You twist onto your side, hand tucked under your head and eyes facing the teenager next to you, "So what happens now? We just pretend all of that never did happen?"

"Not necessarily," Steve answers, "But we cant let it haunt us, or whatever you want to call it,"

"I was chased by a creature that haunted my brother last year," You remind, "You were beaten up by Russian assholes,"

"Well when you put it that way," Steve scoffs, lips tugging upwards as you roll your eyes and scoot against him,

Steve slips his arms fully around your smaller form, cheek on your head as he allows the silence of his room to consume him,

"Steve?" You murmur, his hum vibrating against his chest, "Ive just had a craving for cinnamon rolls,"

Its quiet, and you pause, before Steve chuckles, "You too huh?"

"You have any?" You lean back, grinning up at the boy

"I'm sure my mom had some tucked in the fridge somewhere," Steve allows you to slide away, standing up to stretch and turn back to his figure laying down,

"Well come on then," You order, exiting his room with his eyes following,

Steve smiles, throwing the covers off of his legs and jogging after you, finding you squatted down in front of the fridge, holding a tube of cinnamon rolls over your shoulder

Steve swiftly turns the oven on, plucking the tube from your hand and spreading the rolls onto a pan,

You lift yourself up onto the counter, watching Steve place the pan in the oven and brush the dough from his hands,

"I always have the best ideas," You smirk, swinging your legs to a random rhythm,

"Is that so?" Steve plants his hands on the counter next to your sides, leaning forward to peck your lips carefully, "I love you,"

"I love you too," You slip your hands to his hair, pulling him closer to you so his lips met yours again, legs locking at his waist so he is forced to stay in place,

Steve slowly pulls away from your mouth, kissing your cheek softly and smiling, "You know, even if we did almost die last night, Im glad you didnt freak out and leave Hawkins or some shit,"

"Yeah, well," You sigh, head on his shoulder, "My Mom is debating on it,"

"Speaking of which," Steve leans back to look at your face, "Does your mom know you're here?"

"Of course she does. I cant leave the house without her being all mama bear and knowing every detail," You smirk, "Im a good kid aside from my brothers. She trusts me,"

"Of course you are," Steve grins, the beep fron the oven next to him making him let go of your sides to pull the pan out,

"Smells like heaven," You sigh peacefully, Steve smiling over at you as he iced the rolls,

You pick one from the pan, blowing on it to ease the steam arising, biting into the treat and humming gleefully,

"You got a little something," Steve gestures to his lip, then to you,

"Oh do I?" You grin, leaning forward towards his face and puckering your lips, "Do I really?"

Steve laughs, smearing a paper towel into your face, your hand catching the piece of paper to rub your mouth, "Party pooper,"

Steve bites into his own treat, quickly pecking your lips so you had to rewipe your face,

"Gross," You mock, Steve narrowing his eye's at you,

The phone ringing across the living room has you looking away from Steve, said boy setting down his cinnamon roll to pick the phone from the wall and hold it to his ear,

"Yeah shes here," Steve waves you over, watching you huff and wipe your hands, jumping off the counter next to him,

"Hi mom," You force a smiley tone, leaning into the wall,

"Hi sweetheart," Joyce breathes, "Im just checking up on you, you okay?"

"Yes mom, Im fine," You sigh, closing your eye's, "Steve and I are having breakfast,"

"I need you to come home some time before lunch, Y/N," Joyces voice drops, your eyes opening to look at Steve,

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Joyce chuckles weakly, "We just need to start packing,"

"Packing?" You squeak, Steve furrowing his eyebrows and uncrossing his arms, "For what?"

"Y/N, we're um, we're moving," Joyce answers breathlessly, "I dont feel safe with you kids here,"

"Oh," You swallow, inhaling, "Okay. I-I'll see you at lunch,"

Pressing the phone to the wall, your hands rub at your arms and your tearing eyes stare at Steve,

"Whats wrong?" He asks hesitantly, your eyes closing as you shake your head, hand pressing to your eye, "Hey, hey," Steve moves forward, pulling you into his front and holding a hand to your head, "Its okay,"

"I knew it was going to happen," You inhale shakily, arms slipping to his torso, "Shes been looking at places in different states because she doesn't feel safe here,"

"Shes just trying to protect you," Steve murmurs, "But hey, I'll be able to visit you, and we have phones,"

You look up at Steve, his hand cupping your face and wiping away a tear that slid down your cheek, "We'll be okay," He promises,

You sniff, Steve leaning down to clasp his lips over yours, holding you in a tight embrace,

Your hands reach up to his own face, pulling him closer to you as a hiccup racks through your throat,

"Come on," He pulls back, nose brushing yours, "Lets get changed. You can have some of my shirts if that makes you happy,"

You break out a laugh, Steve tugging on your hand, leading you back to his bedroom and leaving the cinnamon rolls alone on the counter

. . .

"Promise you'll call as soon as you reach a telephone,"

"I promise," You repeat for the fifth time, smiling up at Steve, "I swear, youre taking this worse than I am,"

"Probably," Steve sighs, forehead knocking against yours, "Please be careful,"

"You too," You exhale, "Call me if anything weird happens,"

"This is Hawkins," Steve reminds, "Everythings weird here,"

You snort, Joyce squeezing your arm as she walks by to tell you times up,

"Guess that's my cue to go," You release, fingers clutching at his plain black tee, "I love you,"

"I love you, too," Steve meets your lips, slowly, tugging you into his chest to deepen the kiss one last time, "This isnt goodbye,"

"Thats what everyone says," You murmur into his mouth, "Dont jinx it,"

"Y/N!" Jonathan calls from the car, and you blink away tears, peeling yourself from Steves arm,

"I gotta go," You step back, opening the car door in the front seat of Jonathans car, "I love you,"

"Love you too," Steve chokes out, lifting a hand as you climb into the car, closing the door and looking at your twin brother,

"Ready?" Jonathan asks, your eyes leaving Steves to look at him,

"Yeah," You breathe, glancing at Will in the back seat, "Lets go before I start crying again,"

Your twin brother squeezes your hand, pulling his car into drive and pulling out behind the Uhaul

Hawkins, 1985

[theolddarkmachine]

Imaginary - Chapter Fifteen

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: I give up making promises about being better about posting, because it seems when I do, work takes it as a personal challenge to fill up ALL OF MY TIME. for real though im so sorry there were points when i was going weeks without a day off TToTT I DO promise this is getting finished though. Anyway, here’s another longer update that will hopefully make up for the wait. 

Also, consider this your NSFW warning.

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Izuku watches Bakugou closely as he smiles at Eri from where he’s kneeling before her and letting her try to fix a party hat over his unruly hair. It was almost a week since they had done, well, that, and he’d woken up confused and alone after what could qualify as one of the best nights of his life.

And it had hurt, in a way he hadn’t known something could hurt.

But then Bakugou had returned the next day, just as he had said in his note, and it he was almost inseparable from them since. Eri’s birthday invitation had evolved into more of an enlistment as Bakugou had found himself a prime part of the party planning, assisting the entire time in finding the perfect decorations, planning the perfect cake, and helping Eri with whatever various ideas she had that Izuku would catch them whispering excitedly about.

Yet, even with his constant presence in their house, it still felt like something was missing. Like Bakugou was more subdued, lost in observation in a way that made Izuku feel seen. Almost painfully so.

More often than not, he’d feel the weighted, burning gaze on his skin and when he’d turn to meet it, he’d instead find himself pinned beneath the scorching gaze with any biting retorts dying on his tongue.

It was strange, that was for certain, and it left him feeling like he hadn’t been let in on some kind of joke.

He’d often find himself wanting to ask about it. Dig deep into the meaning behind Bakugou’s sudden quiet, but every time he did, he would find himself cut off by a tempered smile, a softened comment, or his favorite, a sudden press of lips.

Izuku had finally written it off as equal parts stress working on Eri’s birthday party, keeping up with work, and the sudden realization that he had someone.

A person.

His person.

But the creeping feeling never left him, even now as he watches Bakugou’s head drop back with his loud laughter, causing the hat to fall helplessly from his head and Eri to cross her arms in mock frustration.

“Kacchan!” Eri admonishes as she reaches for the army of pointed birthday hats that line the table. Grabbing another one that matches the first, she fixes Bakugou with an expectant pout.

“Alright, alright, squirt,” he says, hands held up in surrender. “Let me see that, only a pro can defeat this hair.”

Gently taking the new hat from Eri’s hands, he stretches the elastic band to its limit before pulling it over his head with an exaggerated motion. Wiggling his head side to side as if testing its fit before he let the band snap loudly under his chin. His wince earns him a small giggle as he holds his hands out in a cheery tada motion.

“Am I party ready?” Bakugou asks, face serious as he watches her. Eri’s nose scrunched up in thought as she brought her small hand up to her chin and gave it a couple taps. Finally, after a brief moment, she shakes her head.

“No, I think you’re still missing something,” she replies, equally serious. Izuku bites down on his laughter at Bakugou’s confused look.

“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” He asks curiously. Her gaze flicks toward where Izuku stands, her smile growing wider before she looks back at the man before her.

“Your party buddy!” Eri says excitedly. Izuku watches as Bakugou’s shoulders tense ever so slightly. His shoulders stay rigid for only a moment, easing out almost as quickly as they’d stiffened, and for a second Izuku thinks he must have imagined it.

If he didn’t, Bakugou never lets the sudden anxiety reach his eyes as he returns Eri’s smile.

“But I’ve got my party buddy right here!” Bakugou says loudly, scooping her up into his arms and standing to give her a quick spin. Laughing loudly, Eri throws her arms around his neck to hug him.

“No, Kacchan!” She exclaims brightly, smacking at his shoulder blade until he stops their spinning so that they’re facing toward Izuku. Looking up from the young girl in his arms, Bakugou finally looks at him, that same tempered stare that he’s grown used to turning that gaze into twin embers.

Izuku can feel the heat of it in the middle of his chest, and it takes everything in him to stop from rubbing at the burning spot above his heart.

“Not me, Daddy Izuku!” Eri cheers, pointing towards him. Time seems to lapse as Bakugou’s grin turns sharp and hungry, wolfish in a way that strikes a shudder running down his back like a lit charge. Eyes flicking between Eri and Izuku once more, he stage whispers:

“Daddy Izuku can’t be my party buddy, he doesn’t have a hat.”

Eri’s gasp is a sharp punch of air as she struggles in Bakugou’s hold. His own laugh is a low rumble as he lets her down, coaxing the stir in Izuku’s chest as he shoots him another look.

“He’s right! Where is your hat!” Eri cries sternly, marching over with a bright multicolored paper cone in her hands.

“I was just waiting my turn!” Izuku replies, fake hurt coloring his tone as he tears his gaze away from Bakugou to look down at her. With her hair shining bright from the sunlight tangled in its silver, and the dusty pink brushed on her cheeks from her laughter, he feels an almost painful ache rock through him. She was another year older, and he almost couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that that much time had already passed.

“Well now it’s your turn,” she says matter-of-factly, breaking him from his momentary reverie as she taps on his leg. Taking the hint, Izuku kneels in front of her, fixing her with a smile as she pulls the band of the hat long like Bakugou had. Humming lowly to herself, she pushes the hat onto his head.

Even without looking, he knows that it’s lopsided.

“How do I look?” He asks, aiming his question to her but flicking his gaze up to Bakugou.

Izuku watches the way he swallows thickly before he gives him a quick tilt of his chin.

“You and Kacchan match,” Eri states proudly. “Now you guys can be party buddies.”

Chuckling low, Izuku ruffles her hair before he stands as Eri runs to a further table and starts to fiddle with some of the decorations.

A soft hush and a gentle breeze falls over the backyard as they both watch Eri in the comfortable quiet before Bakugou finally comes closer.

“Party buddy, huh?” Bakugou says lowly. He’s stopped beside him, but Izuku swears he can feel the heated brush of his words on his nape. “Haven’t heard it called that before.”

“Oh?” Izuku breathes, taking a moment to let the shudder rock along his nerves. After it settles out into his blood, he arches a brow and turns toward Bakugou. He’s not as close as he’d imagined, but close enough for him to see the different arcs of color trapped in the blonde’s eyes.

“And what would you call it?”

The question causes Bakugou pause, and the same searching look comes over him as he returns Izuku’s gaze. It looks almost like sorrow, and Izuku feels a sharpness twist between his ribs as he lifts a hand to reach out to the man before him.

In the same moment, Bakugou opens his mouth, his name just on the tip of his tongue when the doorbell rings.

“I guess I should get that,” Izuku says before he can really think it over, not missing the way Bakugou’s brows pull together. Turning over his shoulder to answer the door, he jumps slightly at the sudden heat of a hand catching his own. With a jerk, he finds himself pulled back.

Lips meet his in a momentary heated press, shocking a small gasp from him that Bakugou swallows down before he pulls away. It was brief, and chaste, yet Izuku still feels the slight daze that leave his mouth slightly parted.

“What was that for?” He asks breathlessly.

“Just because I could, Deku” Bakugou says with a short retort and a shrug, dropping Izuku’s hand as the doorbell rings again. Keeping his gaze set on Izuku’s face as if trying to memorize it, he tilts his chin toward the door.

“I guess you should get that.”

He should, but he doesn’t want to. The creeping sense that Izuku has felt the entire week is back again, stalking around them like a hungry predator and it raises the hair at the back of his neck. Pushing back against the feeling, Izuku nods, turning on his heel to head to the door.

The entire way he feels the weight of a burning stare pressed between his shoulders.

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Izuku stands to the side by the fence, his back pressed against the wood as he watches the party before him. He isn’t sure they’ve ever actually spoken with this many people in his lifetime, let alone had that many in his backyard, and he finds himself slightly spent.

Needing a moment away from playing host, he had settled himself off to the side, just out of the way enough that he can avoid anymore conversation, but can easily watch over things. Mostly, so that he can watch Bakugou and Eri.

He can hear her happy laughter from where he stands, both of their smiles drawing a bright one across his own face. Tucking it nearly into the rim of his drink, he takes a long sip of his punch.

As he does, a warm presence sidles up next to him, heating his side as he emerges from his cup.

“So do I finally get to meet this mystery man that has become the apple of my granddaughter and son’s eyes?” His mother’s voice is teasing as she bumps his hip with her own. Or, tries to. She gets more of his thigh than his hip, a fact that has him swallowing a small laugh.

Turning his attention toward her, Izuku playfully rolls his eyes.

“Still trying to stick your nose in my business, huh?” He teases back, fixing his mother with a bright smile.

“Izuku,” she gasps, feigning shock as she reaches up to throw an arm around his shoulders and drag him down to her level. He goes easily, watching as she makes a show of looking around before turning back to him.

“I brought you into this world, and I can still take you out of it,” she continues, the mock threat heavy in her voice before she loses her composure and laughs. Unable to help himself, Izuku joins in as he gives her a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.

“Alright, alright! As a matter of fact, he’s right over there,” he acquiesces, nodding toward where Bakugou had been playing with Eri just moments ago, only to find that he’s no longer there. Eyes widening slightly, he scans the backyard for the bright flash of blonde hair anywhere.

“Are you going to try and pass him off as an imaginary friend now, too?” His mom chuckles.

“He must have run to get something,” Izuku explains, shaking off the hush of numbness feathering at the center of his chest. It’s edged with the bright spark of panic, and he swallows down the sudden urge to go in search of the man.

Lost to his thoughts, he misses the way his mother nods along.

“Eri said he’s been here helping you out with everything this week,” she prods. Izuku hides behind another sip of his drink before he resurfaces with a nod.

“Yep,” he replies, popping the ‘p’ as he continues to trace his gaze over the crowded yard. That very same creeping feeling is spreading out along his shoulders, stealing his attention from his mother.

“Well, I’m looking forward to finally meeting him,” she says, eyes lighting as she catches the eye of one of her neighbors. With a quick wave, she looks up to Izuku, worry creasing her brow.

“Make sure to grab me when he resurfaces?” His mother urges, waiting just long enough to confirm her son’s preoccupation. Huffing lowly, she shakes her head and turns to head toward her friend.

“Yeah,” Izuku says, moments to late as his eyes finally catches on a familiar figure. Bakugou is back with Eri, his posture mirroring Izuku’s as he leans back against the fence, watching her play with some of the neighborhood kids. Lips quirking up in a secretive smile, he looks at ease in a way Izuku hasn’t seen before.

It looks good on him, he thinks.

It’s then that Bakugou’s gaze shifts, catching Izuku’s gaze from across the yard. His smile grows wider as he winks.

Mouth going dry, Izuku throws back the last of his drink.

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Stars punctuate the dark night sky above them as Izuku pushes the last of the paper plates deep into the trash bag Bakugou is holding open for him. The party had gone one without a hitch, leaving him tired but satisfied, even if it had also left a plethora of disposable dish ware to clear up.

Though, he’d be a liar if he said having Bakugou around hadn’t made the clean up go far easier than it would have had he been alone. Izuku smiles up toward the blonde, not entirely unaware of the fact that his gaze hasn’t left him for the majority of the party. His stare had been gnawing at his senses the entire time, sending a thrill through him every time he’d caught it from across the yard.

“You have anything else, Eri?” Izuku asks, tearing his attention away to look towards where the young girl sits on the patio. She shakes her head slowly as she yawns for the umpteenth time.

It causes his to chuckle lowly as he gives a small shake of his own head.

“Thanks,” he says to Bakugou, taking the trash bag from his hold.

“Anytime, Deku,” he replies with a small shrug, as if helping with a kids birthday party was something he did on the regular. Though, Izuku supposes he just might given his line of work.

Making quick work of the trash tie, he turns attention back to Eri.

“Alright, it’s time to tell Kacchan goodnight,” he says, blanketing his voice with a thin layer of authority. This causes her to perk up slightly as her eyes widen, her stare jumping between Bakugou and Izuku.

“But he hasn’t given me his present yet!” Eri says, voice lit with accusation as her stare finally stops on Bakugou.

“Eri,” Izuku admonishes at the same time as Bakugou snaps his fingers. The sound is crisp and bright, cutting through the otherwise quiet night.

“I knew I was forgetting something,” he says with feigned shock, earning himself a pout before he leaves the two Midoriyas to go back into the house. It’s only a few moments before Bakugou exits the house once more, kneeling down several feet away and ushering Eri toward him as he keeps something hidden behind his back.

Confusion tickles at the back of Izuku’s throat as he watches Eri hop up and run over to him, their position just far enough that he can barely hear them.

He stays where he is though, as he watches Bakugou pull a small wooden frame from behind his back. Holding it out to her, he says something that Izuku doesn’t catch.

Eri reaches for the frame slowly, looking down at it for a moment before she throws her arms around his shoulders. Bakugou’s arms circle around her waist as he says something at her ear. Izuku can’t hear it, but he doesn’t miss the way Eri seems to hug him just a bit tighter before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

A staticky feeling rips through the center of Izuku’s chest as he finally moves towards them, reaching them right as they break apart.

“What’d Kacchan get you?” He asks, gaze shifting between the two. There’s a heavy quiet between them as Bakugou keeps his eyes turned down. Eri sniffles slightly, rubbing a hand at her nose before she looks up at him and smiles.

“Look!” She says brightly, holding the frame up to Izuku.  “It’s us!”

The staticky feeling only seems to blossom further as he traces the bright lines of the drawing in the frame. It’s a scene of the three of them, Izuku on the left, Eri in the middle, and Bakugou on the right, all holding hands with large cartoonish smiles.

And in the corner, in Bakugou’s scrawling handwriting, a small note that says: From your best friend, Katsuki.

“Did you tell him thank you?” He asks, trying to ignore the way his voice is almost breathless as he keeps his eyes trained on the drawing.

Eri makes a small sound of affirmation before she hugs the frame to her chest and whispers, “it’s my favorite, Kacchan.”

“You’re my favorite,” Bakugou laughs as he taps her on the nose, earning him a small giggle in return. The sound turns into a yawn as Izuku ruffles her hair.

“Alright, time to tell him goodnight for real this time,” Izuku says, still looking between the two as if he can decipher the odd air that has wrapped itself around them. Eri gives a quick nod before she gives another sniffle.

“Goodnight, Kacchan,” she says, her voice slightly watery.

“Goodnight, squirt,” Bakugou returns. It’s weighted like a goodbye, and the static opens into a gaping maw, tearing through his chest as he watches Eri head into the house, the frame still held tightly to her chest.

Turning a questioning gaze to the blonde, Bakugou just shrugs, his stare returned to its normal, heated crimson.

Nodding in silent reply, Izuku quietly assures that he’ll be right back before he follows Eri upstairs. She’s made quick work of brushing her teeth and getting into bed, her eyelids already drooping as Izuku finally pushes his way into her room. He can’t help the upward twitch of his lips as he sees the drawing tucked in beside her.

“It is a pretty great gift, huh?” He says, not expecting much of an answer as he picks the frame up and sets it on her nighstand.

Eri hums a tiny sound of acknowledgement anyway, her eyes closed as Izuku leans down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight,” he whispers lowly, turning away from the bed and flicking off the light. It isn’t until he’s almost closed her door that he hears her speak.

“Daddy Izuku?” She asks, her voice lost in the darkness. It wiggles between the gaps in his ribs, feeding the off-putting static that tickles the back of his sternum.

“Yeah?” He says, pausing at the door to wait for her reply. Met by another long pause of silence, he steps back to leave once more when Eri finally replies.

“Can you tell Kacchan goodbye for me?” Her voice is filled with a quiet, urgent pleading. As if she needed him to relay her message, instead of just mere want.

“Yeah,” Izuku replies back earnestly, his heart stuttering around a pain he isn’t sure how to place. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

There’s a sniffle in the darkness.

“Goodnight, Daddy Izuku,” Eri says lowly. Her voice is impossibly small, and it takes everything in him to not go back in and wrap her into his arms. He’s certain he’s letting his own emotions get the better of him.

“Goodnight, Eri,” Izuku returns, closing the door with an almost imperceptible click. Making his way back downstairs, he finds Bakugou waiting for him in the living room with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The pose pushes his shoulders up around his ears, and for a moment, he almost looks bashful.

It would be funny if Izuku couldn’t taste the bitter taste of something off at the back of his throat.

Opening his mouth to ask if he knows what’s going on, he never gets the words out at Bakugou cuts him off.

“You put on some party for a nerd,” he says. The compliment fills Izuku’s cheeks with heat as he finds his mouth turning up around a small curl of a smile.

“It’s all thanks to you,” he returns, swallowing down his curiosity in exchange for the earnest words. They’re almost too sweet, even on the tip of his own tongue, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He means it.

The party, Eri’s happiness, his own, it’s all thanks to Bakugou.

A rush of emotions swirl like a tempest across Bakugou’s gaze as he flushes, his mouth turning down in a slight frown in a vast juxtaposition to his blush. He takes two strides towards Izuku, closing the distance that stands between them.

“Just take the damn compliment,” he says, raising a hand to run his touch over the crest of Izuku’s cheek. It’s almost like he captures the fire that has heated the skin along his fingertips, using it instead to connect the freckles that dot his skin. A small gasp parts Izuku’s lips as he looks up at the blonde.

Bakugou’s gaze flicks back and forth across Izuku’s own, a silent question buried deep within it as he searches for an answer. He seems to find it as he leans down, capturing Izuku’s lips with his own.

The kiss is a match, sparking to life with the slide of their lips.

It catches in Izuku’s veins, lighting him up like a fuse, and it consumes him. Moaning, he chases after the searing flare, deepening the kiss as he presses himself into the firm line of Bakugou’s form. His hands burn like brands as they trace down Izuku’s back, following the curve of his ass downward until they find a home at his thighs.

With a quick tug, he lifts him up, holding him firmly against him as Izuku wraps his legs around his waist and grinds down into him.

Swallowing down the hungry sound that rips itself from Bakugou’s throat, he smiles as he continues to chase the flame, all his questions suddenly forgotten as he gets lost in the burn.

Barely aware of their movement, Izuku doesn’t realize they’ve made it to his bedroom until Bakugou sits on the edge of the bed. Keeping him firmly pressed in his lap, Bakugou finally pulls away, his breath heavy as he looks up at him.

Those very same flames that Izuku is trying to reach flickers in the depths of his stare as he slides his hands up from his thighs and toward the hem of his shirt. As Bakugou’s fingers flutter gently across the skin there, Izuku can feel the tiny sparks popping through his nerve endings like cherry bombs.

Biting down on his bottom lip, he watches Bakugou with half lidded eyes as he starts to slowly push the fabric up over his chest. Bakugou’s own gaze is almost suffocating as he keeps it pressed heavily against him, not breaking his stare until he pulls the shirt over his head.

In the momentary blindness, Izuku feels the fluttering touch of a kiss right at his heart.

“Katsuki,” he breathes as the shirt falls to the ground behind him with a gentle hush.

“Mmm,” Bakugou hums, skimming his nose against his skin, he draws a line of goosebumps across his pec.

Izuku’s back arches, pushing him closer into his touch as Bakugou catches his nipple between his teeth before he pulls back. A gentle throb radiates over his heart as the blonde looks up at him once more, only this time his pupils are blown dark and wide with the depth of his need.

Losing himself to the pitch black tempering his stare, Izuku can’t help but capture his lips again as he twists his fingers into the hair at Bakugou’s nape.

Grinding down into him, Izuku mewls at the feeling of his fingers tightening at his waist.

“Izuku,” Bakugou hushes, breathing his name between them like a secret as he pulls away. It causes Izuku pause as he rests his forehead against his, his chest heaving around his gasping breath as he waits for what Bakugou has to say. It’s a quiet moment of indecision before Bakugou lets out a shaky breath and reaches behind his head to remove his own shirt.

His lips find Izuku’s once more with a slick, heated press as Bakugou flips them and gently pushes him back into his pillow. Fingers make quick work of his jeans, pushing them off his legs with deft movements before they’re discarded to the floor.

Sitting back on his haunches, Bakugou looks down on Izuku with a look of simmering admiration that settles itself low and heavy in his gut.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes. It’s a quiet admittance, one said so low that Izuku thinks he’s misheard it until he sees the bright red that colors the bridge of Bakugou’s nose. The admission takes him off guard, sending his nerves further alight as the only response he can think to give it to reach out toward the man before him. Izuku’s palm cups his cheek, fully intending to pull him back in, but instead he’s met by the gentle press of Bakugou’s lips at his palm.

The fluttering pressure stalls his breath, trapping it at the base of his throat as he traces his gaze across the pretty picture that Bakugou strikes before him.

Beautiful, his mind echoes before the sharp pinch of teeth on his palm shakes him of the thought.

An embarrassingly high squeak pops itself free from his teeth as he jump, his mouth turning down in a playful scowl. It earns him a wink before Bakugou settles himself between Izuku’s legs and swallows him down without preamble.

The sudden heat is searing as he throws his head back, mouth opening wide around a moan as he feels himself hit the back of Bakugou’s throat. Legs closing around his shoulders, Izuku is all too aware of the soft brush of hair between his thighs as Bakugou bobs his head up and and down over his length.

Izuku grips tightly at his sheets, fearing he might rip them as he feels Bakugou’s burning palms trace up the backs of his thighs.

Bakugou gives a sharp squeeze that pulls Izuku’s attention back towards him just in time to watch as he licks a lewd stripe from his base to his tip. It forces another deep moan from deep in his chest as he feels his lashes flutter at the sensation, the movement almost causing him to miss the way Bakugou flicks his gaze toward the nigh stand.

Swallowing down another gasping mewl, he answers the silent request by reaching into the drawer and pulling out a small bottle.

Handing it over blindly, Izuku falls back into the pillow, throwing his arm over his eyes in a vain attempt to settle his breathing as the burning heat of Bakugou’s mouth returns between his legs.

“Katsuki,” he starts, only to be stopped once more as he feels his tongue roll against him. “Katsuki, I’m not going to make it.”

Moving lithe and quick, Izuku barely registers Bakugou sudden ascent until he feels his mouth pressed hot against his ear.

“Hang in there for me, won’t you, Izuku?” He hushes as his slick fingers trace around his entrance, enticingly slow. Izuku swallows another harsh moan, biting into the full of his lip to keep it trapped.

“You can hold on for me, can’t you, baby?” Bakugou continues, voice going gruff over the pet name as he rolls his unclothed hips against Izuku’s. The sliding friction of their lengths against one another almost sends him over the edge as Bakugou gently presses a finger in.

“I can’t,” Izuku whispers, eyes still clenched shut and pressed against the crook of his elbow.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” he mewls as Bakugou slows works him open. It’s treacherous and delightful, slow in a way that’s picking him apart in the most pleasant form of torture Izuku has ever known. The pace of it leaves him all too aware of the different point where their bodies meet and he thinks he’s going to combust.

The last time had been like a spark to gasoline, but this, this was a much slower burn. One that oozed slowly like magma through his veins, destroying everything in its path so languidly, he hadn’t even realized everything he was had already caught fire until he felt like he’d just turn to ash.

It’s almost like Bakugou is trying to burn himself into his skin.

A hand slowly brushes along the line of his arm, razing the skin in its wake before it gently pushes Izuku’s arm away from his face.

Blinking his eyes open, he’s met by Bakugou’s gaze and it cuts through him in a way that hurts. The sudden realization that Izuku doesn’t want Bakugou to be anywhere else steals his breath, leaving him dizzy as he tries to imagine returning to the life that they had once known.

He doesn’t understand where the intrusive thought comes from as it worms its barbs between his ribs, filling his chest with a sharp pain as he thinks about how much the blonde had done for him and his family, and he wants nothing more than to hold Bakugou close and never let him go.

A hand cradles Izuku’s face, pushing back the invasive concern as Bakugou’s thumb brushes along his cheek and collects the tear he hadn’t realized he’d shed.

“You can,” he affirms, leaning in slowly to catch his lips once more with a simmering kiss as he pulls his fingers from inside him.

It’s reaches deep, and feels wholly different from any other kiss they’ve shared before. As if Bakugou is trying to convey something he could never say aloud.

Doesn’t want to say aloud.

Izuku reaches up and wraps his arms around his shoulders to hold him close to his chest, reveling in the feeling of their hearts beating in time. Opening up into the kiss, he breathes a startled huff between them as Bakugou uses his hold to flip them.

His confusion at the sudden change only lasts for the breadth of a moment before Bakugou pushes up into him. The slow slide runs an even slower shiver up Izuku’s spine.

Breaking the kiss, he places a palm over Bakugou’s heart, noting distantly that its thrum is like a hummingbird’s as he uses it to press back into him until he’s fully sheathed. The heat pitches higher in his veins as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, earning a low moan from the man beneath him.

Another thrill shoots through him, electrifying his blood as Bakugou’s hands circle his hips and hold him in place as he looks up at him reverently.

“Beautiful,” he breathes again, and Izuku feels it break something free from deep within his chest. Grinding down into him with more fervor, he traces his hands along Bakugou’s forearms, following their path up to his wrists before he slowly pulls them away from his hips.

Twisting their fingers together, Izuku presses their joined hands down on either side of Bakugou’s head as he gives another sinuous roll against him, meeting each of his thrusts with his own.

They push against each other, meeting like the shore and the tide as their panting breath mingles in what little space still lays between them.

“Katsuki,” Izuku whispers against his lips before he chases the name and seals it against his skin. Bakugou’s hold grows tighter on his hand as he hums, pressing up into him and catching against the exact spot that makes him see stars.

It punches the breath out of him, the taste of his whines turned saccharine as he presses them to Bakugou’s mouth.

“Katsuki,” Izuku tries again, the pace of his flexuous thrusts quickening as Bakugou hammers continuously into that same spot. With each push, the heat in his stomach grows, and he fears the words he longs to say will turn to ash on his tongue before he can push them through the gap between his teeth.

Pulling away just enough to see the vast expanse of Bakugou’s deep stare, Izuku’s eyelashes flutter from the press of another well placed thrust.

“I love you.”

It’s what Izuku wants to say.

Only, he wasn’t the one who said it.

Eyes going wide, he pushes back, balancing his weight on one arm as he looks down at Bakugou. He’s watching him, dusting his skin with the gentle hush of his gaze as if he’s committing every one of the emotions flickering across Izuku’s face to memory.

Time feels frozen, only he knows that it can’t possible have stalled, if only because the flames within him continue to build to an unspeakable pitch.

“Say it again,” Izuku hears himself plead, his fingers tightening around the hand that he still holds.

“I love you,” Bakugou replies without hesitation.

A small sob falls from Izuku’s lips as his vision blurs, turning the already dark room darker as he feels himself flipped. Pushed down once more into his pillow, Bakugou’s heat is everywhere.

He is everywhere.

He’s at his mouth, between his legs, and in his heart. He’s pressing himself into Izuku’s bloodstream as he hammers into him, as if he wants him to commit this very same moment to memory as well. Clutching at his shoulders, Izuku can feel the burning tracks of his tears along his cheeks as Bakugou’s name falls from his lips over and over like a quiet prayer.

It all comes to a head with the sudden bright implosion at his core, burning away everything as his release pants the space between them. Bakugou’s low, fevered moan is an answer to his own as he comes within him.

They lay there, frozen for some time in a suspended moment of afterglow that leaves Izuku feeling weightless, as if he isn’t even present in his body anymore. He’s barely even aware of Bakugou’s lips as they brush across his cheek, disrupting the tear track that has marked his skin.

As Bakugou gently pulls away, Izuku makes a small sound of protest.

“I’m just going to clean up,” he thinks he hears Bakugou say as his mind continues to drift, leaving his boneless form to be tended to. Lost to the gentle tide of the lingering iridescence shimmering through his veins, he thinks he feels the soft brush of a warm cloth along his skin.

It only serves to lull him further into his lucid state, and the dream that waits for him glows like the same warmth buzzing through him. There, he sees Bakugou, watching him closely from where he lays beside him.

Izuku hums to himself as he feels the man in his dream brush the hair from his eyes.

“Izuku,” Bakugou whispers gently, letting his caress trace back and forth along his temple. The lingering touch sendings tiny aftershocks through his system.

“Katsuki,” he whispers back, his name turned into a soft purr as he presses into his pillow. Izuku can almost swear he sees a sort of sadness color dream Bakugou’s eyes, and it fills him with a heavy melancholy. His fingers twitch slightly as he thinks about how he wishes he could just reach out to him.

No matter how hard he thinks it, his hand remains where it rests atop the mattress, and for just a moment, he no longer likes this dream.

If it was such a nice dream, Bakugou wouldn’t look so lost.

“I love you too, you know,” Izuku hushes. And it should be the right thing to say, he thinks. Except it doesn’t seem to be as he watches Bakugou’s eyes turn a shade darker. The moment is fleeting as he moves in close to press a kiss to Izuku’s forehead.

He lingers there, and Izuku wants to ask what’s wrong, but his tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he feels Bakugou say, his breath brushing across his skin.

It’s then that Izuku’s eyes snap open, the sunlight blinding as he finds the space beside him empty and cold.

“Katsuki?” He asks out into the emptiness as the creeping feeling suddenly explodes around him, folding around his shoulders and weighing him down with the heavy weight of dread.

It only takes minutes for him to get out of bed and head downstairs to see that this time, there isn’t a note.

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[flowerbeom]

Go For Broke | 01

Im Jaebeom x Older Female!Reader

Genre: Fuckboy!AU, Aspiring Songwriter!AU, Slow Burn, Angst/Humour/Smut (loads)

Warnings: Incredibly mature themes, Asshole Jaebeom (because he’s a real asshole in this), Swearing, Explicit smut scenes. 

Word Count: 7.3k

Concept: Premier fuckboy Im Jaebeom is used to getting his way.  Though, he wants more, he craves more. He wants his music to be heard, he wants his music to be loved. So when he learns that the attractive woman he buys records from has an connection that’ll get him into the industry, he uses every trick in his book to get in.  Seduction is his game, and he plays to win.

A/N: This chapter is heavily Jaebeom focused, just so you know. But yeh, it’s finally here. Hope you enjoy my ambition piece. Strap in, it’s gonna be a wild ride. All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

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The air was thick. Thick with the haze of lust and liquor. For a Friday, the club was by all accounts, crowded. Positively a wreck of pulsating bodies, all emboldened by alcohol and the promise of bad decisions. Tucked away in a darkened booth overlooking the dance floor, Jaebeom sat quietly as he watched his boys. Swirling the two fingers of whiskey in the glass he'd been sitting on for the last twenty minutes, his hand rested apathetically on the curve of the ass cheek of the girl who had been trying to get with him all night. Tight skirt, tight ass and fingers tight around his bicep, she had followed him around like a lost kitten looking for a warm bed; preferably his. So much so that she dropped top dollar on top shelf liquor for him. And so, like any good man, Jaebeom took her in.

Through hooded eyes, Jaebeom observed BamBam run his tongue up the neck of a loose little thing as he snaked his hand behind her back to tap his number into another girl’s phone. Bambam winked at her as she slithered off the couch and Jaebeom tongued the grooves of his molars as BamBam dug his fingers into the thigh of the poor girl whose neck is still attached to his lips. Watching the exchange of looks between Bambam and Loose Little Thing #2, Jaebeom jutted out his chin; expecting to see her, or hear her later. There’s a reason they call him Bambam. 

In the distance, Jaebeom spotted Jinyoung leaning a pretty little number against a wall, who by all manner of scrutiny, should have went with her gut and not gone out. The way she toyed with the strap of her dress and the way her neck tensed with every hitched breath was enough for any discerning person to see that she was in deep. And if the look in Jinyoung’s eyes was anything to go by, she was about to go from a pretty little number to a pretty little notch on his bedpost. Jaebeom cocked an eyebrow; watching Jinyoung’s signature move, his lips moving silently as he counted. One. He traced a finger up her neck and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Two. Jinyoung leaned in, leaned in real close so that she could feel his lips on her ear. Three. He tells her, with his breath trickling down her neck, that she looks beautiful tonight. And like clockwork, she’s done; melting against the wall and right into Jinyoung’s waiting arms, ready to lead her out.

Jaebeom’s eyebrow is still cocked when Miss Top Shelf leaned in, trying desperately to look sexy in the sheer button-up blouse she wore in hopes that she wouldn’t get into any trouble. But as she brushed her quivering lips against the bell of his ear, the growl that escaped Jaebeom’s throat was just the start of the trouble that would find her.

She was close, close enough for Jaebeom to feel her pulse on his shoulder. Still quivering, Jaebeom flatly tapped her ass to soothe her anxiety, albeit condescendingly. There, there kitten. Spurred on, Miss Top Shelf sputtered out a weak request. 

“Let's get out of here. Wanna go.. go back to your place?” 

Jaebeom threw his head back, his jawline perfectly catching the light as he scoffed.

“That's not a bad idea.” 

Pushing her back with his shoulder, Jaebeom stood up; shaking out his leather jacket. Looking back over his shoulder, he held out his hand. A little over eager, Miss Top Shelf jerked out her hand, only to have Jaebeom slide his into his pocket. Only spinning around enough to drop the untouched glass of whiskey into her hand, he bent down to close the gap between their faces, forcing a hard swallow down her throat.  

"Sorry princess, but you're going to have to find someone else.” Smirking, he gifted her a wink before turning and disappearing into the crowd below. The dumbfounded look on her face scored a sneer of a laugh from BamBam. Peeling himself off Loose Little Thing #1, he strolled over to the confused girl, the gold chains around his wrist flickering as they caught the light. Taking the glass of whiskey from her hand, BamBam downed it smoothly in one swig and lifted her chin with his knuckle. BamBam chuckled as she quaked. 

“Cheer up, gorgeous. You're not the first and you certainly won't be the last.” 

Jaebeom almost glided through the mess of crowded, hot bodies writhing and grinding against each other; the blaring music hypnotizing them. He caught Jackson's eye from under the brim of his cap, giving him the fuck this place look Jackson's come to know. Jackson smoothed his tongue along the edges of his top teeth, effortlessly tipping his chin as his grinds his hips into the half bent over girl he found playing with Jinyoung’s earlier conquest. Good things come in pairs, and if Jinyoung wasn’t going to, Jackson was all too happy to complete the set. Jackson snaked his hand under her jaw, pulling her back to press her back against his bare, glistening chest; his shirt long forgotten. Jaebeom smirked, a proud flash of his canines to Jackson to show him he approved. Jackson’s fingers dug into her waist and threw a wink over the crowd. His boys were fine. Jaebeom’s boys were always fine. 

He had almost made it to the door; three steps away from shaking the hand of the bouncer who always let him skip the line when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. It seemed Miss Top Shelf wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Eyes wide and doe-like, she pouted her chin into the cleavage she now had on full display; a power play of undone buttons and rearranged flesh. Jaebeom twisted his hand, his fingers gripping her wrist. Pulling her into him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest and he ticked his jaw against her cheek. Breathing hot against her neck, his thumb rubbed circles into her arm; her heartbeat pulsing into his palm. His eyes shot into hers, his glare cold; her lips quivered. 

"I said go find someone else." 

Jaebeom left her at the door, barely noticing Jackson weave through the crowd to slide his hand into hers; a common play he likes to use. Show the girls the warmth Jaebeom refused to give. And warmth, he would definitely give. Jaebeom cracked his neck once outside; once to the right and twice to the left; relief short lived when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Squinting into the screen, Jaebeom grinned; it was just the message he wanted to see. 

01:46am CYJ First mix is done. 

Youngjae didn't hear Jaebeom come into his studio as much as he felt him, the air instantly chilling upon his entrance. Sliding his headphones off, Youngjae listened to the door shut slowly followed by the couch cushions billowing out under Jaebeom's weight. 

“Never learnt to knock, did you, Hyung?” Youngjae tipped back in his chair, a toothy snicker on full display. 

“If you wanted me to knock, you never would have given me the passcode.” Sharp, but harmless, though his tone did little to give that away, except for the minute flicker of a laugh that curled his top lip. Loosening the collar of his jacket with a sharp flick of the lapel, Jaebeom cocked his jaw; Youngjae taking the silent direction and focused back on his monitor.

“Yugyeom?” Jaebeom queried coldly.  

“Studio. He picked up a contract to do someone’s debut MV. He’s been choreographing for three days.” Youngjae slid his headphones back over one ear.  

“Does he stop to eat?” 

“What’s it to you if he eats?” Youngjae spat through tilted lips. Jaebeom shot a snarl through upturned lashes, but lowered them quickly; focus shifting back to neutral. Jaebeom enjoyed Yugyeom, much like he did Youngjae; those two - filled to the brim with explosive charm and skill - fed into and fueled Jaebeom’s creative side as much as he did the same for them. Youngjae and Yugyeom - the exact opposites of the boys he just left at the club. The two sides of the coin that Jaebeom flipped between; parallel lines, different worlds - the two sides of himself that Jaebeom walked the tightrope between.

“He owes me $100. I want to collect before he dies. Now show me this mix.”

A tap against a space bar and Youngjae's hard work filled the room. Youngjae’s head rested on the back of his chair as he watched Jaebeom through the corners of his sleepless eyes. Jaebeom did little to express approval or disdain, but with the way his eyes traveled to the carpet and the way his heel tapped on every third or seventh beat, Youngjae knew Jaebeom liked the track. Youngjae struck the space bar with an outstretched hand when he saw Jaebeom tick his jaw. 

“Take it down to 120BPM.” Youngjae spun his chair back to face his MPC, fiddling with the track file. His finger hovered over the space bar again, waiting to press play for he knew Jaebeom would have another idea. 

“And transpose it up to A flat minor, it sounds too happy.” 

“Too happy?” Youngjae threw his response over his shoulder, but followed the instruction all the same. Youngjae listened to the track in his headphones and tilted his jaw to the sudden shift in mood once the dominant minor chord kicked in in the pre-chorus. 

“See, much better.” Jaebeom breathed out, shifting his weight forward to pull his jacket tight over his shoulders again. Youngjae merely nodded in agreement, careful not to boost Jaebeom’s ego; so he settled on throwing him a bottle of water instead. Jaebeom swallowed down half the bottle in one breath.

“Thanks for getting those records, by the way. I found some great samples.” Said softly into the lip of his bottle, Youngjae arched a brow as he watched Jaebeom finish the bottle after another breath. 

“You could get them yourself.” Knocking a fist into his chest, Jaebeom groaned. 

“You know I hate that side of town.” Jaebeom drew in a sharp breath between his teeth, gifting Youngjae shrill disapproval. 

“Isn’t your precious agent on that side of town?” Outwardly annoyed, Jaebeom ground his teeth as he stood up to block the light; shrouding his face in shadows. 

“We never meet, I just send him tracks.” Youngjae said absentmindedly, already back facing his monitor; half listening to his track and half to whatever Jaebeom was mumbling behind him.

“Ahh, another excuse why you can’t introduce me.” Jaebeom knew Youngjae had rolled his eyes at him, the slump in his shoulders enough to give it away. “Either way, you want records, you get them yourself.”

“Not stepping foot in that part of town.” Youngjae said each word slow enough to cement his point. 

“You’d like the owner. She’s, well...” Youngjae spun around to see Jaebeom already halfway out the door, smoothing a finger along the edge of his jaw. “Quite easy on the eyes.” 

Youngjae scoffed. 

“There’s no face pretty enough to make me head over there. Not even yours. So you just keep getting those records, and I’ll keep mixing your tracks. Okay?” Jaebeom feigned offence, before cocking a brow, nodding once then slipping through the door. 

His walk home was in relative silence; and that’s the way he preferred it. He’d accept the raucous voices of Jackson and Bambam if they were with him and he would tolerate the mewling of the girl attached to his arm if he knew that when he’d lead her through his door he’d get a fuck out of her. And Jaebeom always did. But, under the glow of moonlight on the streets of his neighborhood that he could trace in the lines on his palm, he relished the silence. His phone disturbed it all as he turned the key in his door.

03:07am CYJ *MP3 attachment* 120BPM. A Flat Minor. We’ll record your vocals on Sunday. You’re Welcome.

“That’a boy.” 

There was enough clues scattered around the apartment for Jaebeom to know that Jackson had brought some poor girl home. Breadcrumbs of clothes flung across the living room and candles lit in corners to set the mood, as Jackson would like to call it. Jaebeom never cared for meaningless things like that; what difference would the vanilla and sandalwood scented candle make when the girl he’s fucking has her face buried in bed sheets and can’t even see it anyway? If she was in his apartment, she was there for one reason, Jaebeom’s reason. It was all for him anyway. 

It was the almost empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table that stole Jaebeom’s attention. In reality, it was the two glasses that sat beside it; one empty, the other more than half full, all remnants of ice melted. Picking up the glass, Jaebeom turned it to inspect the lipstick stain on the rim; a deep, blood red hue made from plump lips that stirred the most minute flicker of jealousy in the pit of Jaebeom’s stomach for the sole reason that Jackson got laid and he didn’t; so he swallowed down the discarded diluted whiskey in the glass in consolation. And it was good whiskey, Jackson liked to show off. 

It took a second or two after the fumes of alcohol had faded from his nose for Jaebeom to realise something was off. On any night where Jackson would bring home his catch, his lured-in prey, of any of the glasses to be full, it’d be his. Jaebeom held the empty glass to his face, staring at the lipstick mark with curious eyes; the flicker of the vanilla and sandalwood candle bouncing through the droplets of whiskey that clung to the inside. The snore that ripped through the apartment broke Jaebeom out of his trance, his eyes slowly turning to the bedroom at the end of the hall. 

With his hand on the doorknob, Jaebeom’s face was a picture of amusement as he shook his head when he found a naked Jackson, outstretched, stomach flat on the bed, ass high in the air, neck craned to the side, lips quivering as he snored. Obviously sleeping off the bottle of whiskey he consumed, Jackson had somehow managed to take off all his clothes, bar his socks; which made the sight of his feet dangling off the edge of the bed even more amusing. It’s not one Jaebeom hadn’t seen before; he’s probably seen Jackson’s ass more times that all of the women he’s slept with combined. That’s just the guy Jackson is. 

The girl on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she had left, Jaebeom thought, though he almost tripped over the pair of mary-janes when he entered the apartment. Closing Jackson’s door, Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed at the sliver of light coming through the crack in his bedroom door. Jaebeom never leaves the light on. 

“Someone seems to be lost.” 

Bare legs, loose hair, perfectly lined blood red lips all neatly wrapped in the shirt Jackson wore to the club was sitting patiently on his bed. Jaebeom ran his tongue along the edge of his top teeth, finding her unblinking eyes intriguing in the dim light. 

“Miss Top Shelf..” Jaebeom exhaled, crossing the room to stand against the wall furthest from her; her eyes narrowed at the nickname. Hands sliding into his pockets, Jaebeom clicked his tongue; the sudden snap made her stare flicker. “Is this what you call finding someone else?”

“I want you.” She rolled onto her knees, letting the far too big for her shirt ride up her thighs; Jaebeom eyelids flickered at the supple surface of her newly exposed skin.

She, he eventually learned through her softly licked lips, was called Mina; though it did nothing to drop the arch in his otherwise exhausted and perturbed brow. 

“I don’t want seconds.” Her nose crinkled at the subdued insult, she knew exactly what he insinuated, but like hours before in the club, Miss Top Shelf, sorry Mina, would not go down without a fight.

“I am not leftovers. He never had a taste.” Jaebeom pushed off the wall at the inflection of her statement and subtle spread of her legs; her hands sly enough to tuck the hem of the shirt into the bend of her hip while allowing it the rest of it to fall over her heat. 

“Explain.” Jaebeom stepped to the edge of the bed, hands still deep in his pockets; he bore challenging eyes into her down the sharp line of his jaw. Mina had to swallow before speaking, afraid she had bitten off more than she could chew; Jaebeom was intimidating at the best of times. 

“Your friend is a show off.” She swallowed again when Jaebeom scoffed, a tip of his chin ordering her to continue.

“It wasn’t hard to get him talking, and as soon as he mentioned he lived with you, I knew what I had to do.” Jaebeom shot a menacing look towards Jackson’s bedroom, his eyes shifting back quickly. 

“He did most of the work, all I had to do was let him take me home.” One of her fingers drew a faint line along the inside of her thigh; Jaebeom pulled one hand from his pocket to lift it to her face. Mina stalled, breath hitching as he pushed her hair off her shoulder.

“So explain why he’s passed out naked.” Jaebeom held a knuckle to her chin, angling her jaw to expose her neck to the light; Jaebeom’s eyes followed the pulsing vein from her earlobe to her collarbone, the delicate skin unmarked. 

“He-.. ahh, he..” Mina found it hard to inhale with Jaebeom’s fingers caressing her neck, head now turned to the other side, Jaebeom’s thumb brushed over her throat. 

“Go on.” His warm breath fanned over her face. 

“He undressed himself. It.. it was a game.” 

“A game?” Mina’s eyes fluttered shut when Jaebeom’s hand traveled down her arm, his fingers wrapping around her wrist to turn it over; her olive-toned skin free from bruises. Mina’s chest rose with a strengthening breath. 

“Like I said, Jackson’s a show off.” Jaebeom tightened his grip on her wrist, not pleased with her pace. Mina mewled; whether in pleasure or pain, Jaebeom cared for neither. “He said he likes working out, so I offered a challenge. Two hundred push ups. Every time he broke he had to drink.” 

“I take it he broke a lot.” Jaebeom released her wrist, only for his hand to land on her thigh. Mina could only nod, her throat closing at his touch. 

“A drink and a piece of clothing. Like I said..” 

“A show off. Yes..” Jaebeom dipped a knee into the mattress, leaning into her; his face an inch from hers. “I know.” 

Jaebeom relished the way her eyes darted into his, the enthralling fear coursing through her body, telling her that she should run, but nothing could make her. She made this mess, and by all means, she was going to lay in it. And as Jaebeom ran his hand up her thigh to hook his fingertips beneath the hem of his friend’s shirt to slide one digit through her dripping slit, he was about to lay in it too. 

“Not leftovers, you say?” Jaebeom leaned in further to growl in her ear when he plunged two fingers into her tight and eager cunt. Mina reeled back, gasping for air; a mess of sensations crashing over her. Jaebeom chuckled deeply, withdrawing his fingers slowly only to drive them in harder than before. 

Practically clenching around his fingers, Jaebeom approved of her untaken state; his other hand fisting a handful of the shirt to pull her forward. Mina squealed, Jaebeom’s rough hands ripping the shirt off her body and throttling into her at a merciless pace. Lunging forward to sink his teeth into her neck, Jaebeom expertly unfastened his belt with agile fingers and pushed his jeans down his thighs. Crowding her against the bed as he loomed over her, Jaebeom pushed her thighs apart with his knees.

“I have to say, I’m impressed. Jackson won’t be very happy when he finds out he was played.” Growling against the bell of her ear as he pulled his fingers out of her, Mina whimpered at the shiver that coated over her body from the withdrawal. Her hands tried to pull his jacket off his shoulders but they fell limp when Jaebeom snapped a tight hand onto her jaw. He read the tremble in her eyes and released his thumb off the hinge behind her teeth; Mina inhaled shakily, Jaebeom smirked. 

“You want to know if I’m clean.” Jaebeom whispered; Mina nodded. 

“I am. And I assume you are, and on the pill.” Mina nodded once more. 

“But, you still want me to wear a condom?” Jaebeom purred, sliding the tip of his cock between the folds of her dripping slit. Mina hitched before shaking her head once to the right and once to the left, despite Jaebeom’s grasp on her throat. Mina swore she heard something like ‘good girl’ float from Jaebeom’s lips, but she was being rendered blind by his thumb melting circles into her clit. 

“Now, take what you came all this way for.” 

The growl that crawled down the side of her neck barely faded before it was replaced with a manic gasp that ripped her mouth open. Jaebeom drove into her, full to the hilt, crashing his hips into hers with a raging pace that made Mina’s eyes completely roll back into her skull. Her fingers ripped down Jaebeom’s back, trying to hold onto him as he pummeled her with the fury he felt upon seeing her in his room. He wasn’t one to be cornered, and she was going to complete her penance on his dick. 

Mina rasped, heaving for air as her insides were rearranged with every pump Jaebeom drilled into her. Her mouth was locked open, partly from the moans that fell out of her and the thumb Jaebeom had shoved into it. His grunts weren’t any softer; grinding his teeth together every time he bottomed out inside her. Though with every yelp and shrill ‘yes Jae-YES oh my gooooodd yes’ Jaebeom could start to feel his dick beginning to soften. So he slapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up, Mina’s eyes blowing wide at the force keeping her jaw snapped shut. 

“I don’t give a shit if you cum or not, but you’re gonna stay quiet doing it.” Jaebeom’s hips slowed to a languid roll, his eyes narrow and piercing as every word he spat out through gritted teeth sunk into Mina’s skin. She nodded, aware that she was lying deep in the mess she made, just as deep as Jaebeom was in her. 

“Good girl.” 

Jaebeom was merciless. Free hand crushing her hip as he pulled out completely just to slam back into her. His thumb was pressed hard into her cheek, almost bruising, and he could feel her teeth rattle every time he buried his cock into her. 

He could feel himself unraveling, with the way his abs started to burn and his eyes starting to blur. Mina was too, Jaebeom could see it on her face and how her legs were tightening around him. Not dropping his pace but dropping his hand, Jaebeom smoothed his thumb over Mina’s jaw as she opened it and closed it; partly because she was afraid it was broken. Jaebeom snaked his hand under her neck, pulling her head up so her eyes couldn’t look away as he stared into them. Mina hitched, Jaebeom snapped his hips into her to pull out the last of the air still clinging to her lungs. 

“In or out?” Mina’s eyes showed confusion behind the haze of pleasure smoking them. Jaebeom snapped his hips once more, his fingers clutching onto the back of her neck to force her answer. Mina swallowed, hard and thick and breathed in through trembling lips. 

“In.” 

Jaebeom curled his hand away from Mina’s neck just to slam her down into the bed with his hand against her throat. Tipping up her chin to give him access, Jaebeom sunk his teeth into her jaw just as he drove his dick deep into her cunt. Mina coiled, heaving off the bed to arch her back so his tip hit the deepest place inside her. 

Jaebeom bit harder, thrusting faster and deeper and groaned into her skin. Spilling out inside her, Jaebeom drove hard against her thighs and tore Mina over the edge with him, her own orgasm crashing over her body and drowning in her throat under the pressure of Jaebeom’s hand clasped around it. Her hands went limp, falling off his back and beside her quivering body. Mina’s mouth chased Jaebeom’s lips when they detached from her jaw but missed them when the hand holding her throat lifted to smooth a thumb over her bottom lip. 

Pulling out of her, Jaebeom stood off the bed to shake off his jacket. Propping herself up on her elbows, Mina watched Jaebeom strip off his t-shirt, finally fully naked. She watched, through her body’s shivering need to calm down as Jaebeom paced the room, authoritatively, calmly; placing his leather jacket on a hanger and hanging it in his closet and carefully picking up his discarded jeans to drop them in a woven hamper by the closet door. 

She continued to watch him move around his space, suddenly feeling equal amounts of cold and exhausted. Mina felt overly exposed, despite absolutely putting herself in that position and as Jaebeom pulled a pair of basketball shorts up his legs, resting the waistband just below the definition of muscles etched into his hips, she tried to ask him something but was denied. One, by the yawn that escaped her, and two, by Jaebeom abruptly stalking out of the room. 

Jaebeom returned, glass of water in hand and a warm towel draped over his forearm to see Mina completely passed out on his bed. He sighed heavily and annoyed, and drained the glass down his throat. Jaebeom grabbed the corner of his blanket and merely threw it over Mina; covering her from the waist down, but left her breasts on display. Tilting his head at the rather delightful sight, he shrugged; he tried, he thought - it was more effort than she deserved. 

Picking up Jackson’s crumpled shirt from the ground, Jaebeom left the room; turning off the light and closing the door. Making his way back into Jackson’s room, his ass still giving its salute to the ceiling; Jaebeom folded the shirt neatly and placed it on top of Jackson’s ass. 

Jaebeom slept on the couch, he didn’t want to share a bed with either of the people passed out in his apartment. 

Mina woke to the thin beam of sunlight piercing through the cracked blind covering Jaebeom’s window. Hurling herself up to sit, she felt a cold breeze pebble the skin of her breasts and she quickly brought her hands up to cover them. Looking around the room, she found herself alone. Mina stepped gingerly off the bed, eyes trailing across the floor trying to find her clothes. They weren’t there, she quickly realised. Mina grimaced at where she knew they’d be. 

Wrapping herself in the blanket she had found herself under when she woke, she carefully turned the doorknob and peered out into the apartment. 

“He’s not here, sweetheart.” A familiar voice called. Mina stepped into the hall, slowly making her way to the voice that had sent a shiver down her spine. Finding Jackson standing behind the kitchen counter, as topless as he was the night before, Mina found her underwear folded neatly on top of a pile of her other clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight.

Awkwardly pulling on her g-string under the failing coverage of the blanket continuing to fall off her shoulders, Mina’s eyes constantly darted back and forth from her hands to Jackson’s watching eyes - staring over the rim of the coffee mug gently pressed to his lips. 

“Where’s Jaebeom?” Mina managed to ask, though her head was stuck in her shirt as she tried to hastily shove it over her head, ignoring that she could have saved herself the embarrassment if she had just undone one more button. 

“He’s gone to work.” Jackson said after a swallow, stepping out from behind the counter and much to Mina’s surprise was still incredibly naked. She choked, quietly and tried to bury it - much like her eyes into her purse, searching for her phone. 

“Where does he work?” Jackson tutted, strolling, rather confidently, to the door to twist the knob and pull it open. Mina, as if possessed, walked directly for it; though she may have been drawn by something else, something much bigger. Jackson smirked, one brow lifting in growing hubris and tensed his muscles just to watch Mina swallow dryly. 

“No no, sweetheart. You already fooled me once.” Mina bit her bottom lip in silent shame, though the curl that appeared in the corners of her lips proved that she was still proud of her deception. 

“And well played. I’ll give you that much.” Jackson tipped his chin, accepting his role as the fool; but ticked his jaw when Mina’s smile grew too large. Placing a strong hand on the small of her back, Jackson spun on his heel to lead her through the door. 

“Now, leave.” Jackson’s ice cold eyes were the last thing Mina saw before the door was slammed in her face. 

“So Bro, how was she?” Jackson asked from the corner of his mouth, the other corner sucking up the drops of his third coffee that didn’t stay in it because he decided to speak before swallowing. Jinyoung pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting up his sunglasses in the process; Bambam snorted into his iced latte. 

“Loud. She was fucking loud.” Said in snicker and totally at Jinyoung’s expense. 

“How loud?” Jackson directed the question at Jinyoung’s roommate because he knew he’d get a much more entertaining response.

“She squealed so much, I couldn’t even focus on the blowjob I was getting.” Jinyoung’s fingers went from his nose to his eyebrows, rubbing them frustratedly. “So, thanks for that!” 

Jinyoung, who looked like he had seen three wars, lowered his hand onto the table just for Jaebeom to slip a fresh long black into it. Stepping back, Jaebeom tucked the tray he was holding under his arm and slipped his hand into the pocket of his apron. Post-club-mornings somehow always ended up with a post-game recap at the cafe Jaebeom worked at. Jaebeom didn’t mind, the banter was entertaining. 

“Couldn’t have been good if someone else’s take was messing up your orgasm.” Jaebeom remarked, carefully eyeing the couple three tables across being made to endure the conversation. 

“Hyung!” Bambam flung himself over the back of his chair. “It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. It’s like she didn’t have teeth! And you--” Bambam shot up a shaking finger to Jinyoung’s otherwise unfazed nose, “You ruined it!” 

Jaebeom turned on his heel when the male entity of the couple from three tables across politely signaled that they were ready to order, and Jaebeom politely apologised for how loud his friends were. The female entity was amiable, laughing into the back of her hand before waving off Jaebeom’s apology into the wind. “It’s okay, we were twenty-something once too.” 

Jaebeom had just finished entering in the couple’s order when he heard Bambam wolf whistle, the sound piercing through the entire cafe. Tipping his head back, Jaebeom saw the cause of Bambam’s outburst. A jet black 2018 Aston Martin Vantage, pulled up on the other side of the road; the complete object of all of Bambam’s material desires. 

From the coffee counter, Jaebeom watched a tall, slim man exit the passenger side; hood pulled low just enough to cover his lashes but the face beneath was striking nevertheless. A second man exited the driver side; equally as tall and slim with a face equally as striking though his eyes were covered by sunglasses that were probably relatively as expensive as the car he was leaning against. 

“Jae-boom!” Jaebeom’s eyebrow quirked before turning back to the large, stocky man behind the coffee machine. 

“Come on Mr. A! I’ve been working here for four years now. It’s Jae-beom, not Jae-boom.” Leaning against the marble counter top, Jaebeom mirrored Mr. Abramski’s smile; the plump man giggling as he skillfully poured milk into a mug, forming an intricate tulip in the foam. 

“Ahh! Jae-beom, Jae-boom! It don’t matter! You’ll always be Boom Boom!” Said in an unmistakably thick Eastern European accent, Mr. Abramski wiped his hands on the tea towel flung over his shoulder before resting both elbows onto the counter. “So when will I get to play new music in the cafe, huh? You haven’t given me any new CDs in weeks Boom Boom!” 

“Hey, Mr. A, come on! We talked about this, not in front of the guys!” Jaebeom lifted the mug off the counter and rested it in his palm. 

“What kind of friends are they if you don’t even show them your music, Jae-boom?” Jaebeom shrugged him off with a wave of his hand, his eyes looking for the ticket paired with the coffee he was holding. 

“Mr. A, who’s this for?” 

“Mi Amore..” A deep, enamored sigh floated out of Mr. Abramski and a deep, jaded sigh left Jaebeom. Mr. Abramski’s Amore, otherwise known as the woman who owned and ran the record store across the road, had been the apple of Mr. Abramski’s eye ever since she took up shop. Otherwise known as you, as Y/N. Though you never gave him any hope, your smile was enough to keep Mr. Abramski wrapped around your finger; which obviously included a free coffee everyday. 

“Now bring my beautiful flower her beverage.” Jaebeom took a step, but fixed on the Aston Martin still parked outside the record store; the driver still leaning against the car in his three piece suit while the hoodie-clad sir stood across from him; seemingly completely uninterested in whatever the driver was saying as he continued to type something into his phone. 

“Mr. A..” Jaebeom merely angled his neck back, eyes still forward. “Do you know who that is?”

Mr. Abramski leaned over the counter as far as his rotund belly would let him. 

“That’s her brother. He’s an agent or something.” Jaebeom’s ears pricked. 

“An agent, or something?” Jaebeom took three more steps, just to lean against the door frame. 

“Yes, he scouts songwriters or something like that. He works over at that big music company on 15th Street.” 

“JYP?!” Jaebeom whipped around, hands instantly finding equilibrium to not spill any of Mr. Abramski’s heartfelt work. 

“Yes, that’s the one. Now go! Mi Amore’s coffee is getting cold!” 

Jaebeom was quivering with excitement. For four years he had sauntered across the road everyday to bring you coffee. When he wasn’t being watched by a group of noisy idiots, he’d regularly frequent your store to buy records and discuss music but never did he think that you were his meal ticket. Sure, you were beautiful, and alluring and if he was made to admit it, Jaebeom would confess to trying to shoot his shot with you once, a long time ago; but it never amounted to anything more than you smiling patronizingly and telling him he was cute. You made it clear he was a kid, even if the age difference wasn’t that much, and that you’d break him. Jaebeom found that amusing, considering who he was. 

Jaebeom didn’t force it, of course; but as he stared at the seven-figure salary pin-stripe suit that could make or break Jaebeom’s future career in the music industry slip back into his car and drive off in an echo of 503 horsepower, Jaebeom thought that he should have tried harder. 

His mind was swirling with possibilities as he walked across the road, his entire body tingling because he had finally found a way in. Youngjae couldn’t, or wouldn’t provide it, but you could; and Jaebeom was just about ready to use every trick he had to get your brother to sign him, even if it meant going through you. 

“Noona, I come bearing Mr. A’s undying affection.” Jaebeom cooed from the door, shoulder leaning into the frame coyly with your coffee held steady in hand. Lifting your eyes off your clipboard, you slipped out the pen dangling between your teeth to sit in behind your ear. Strolling to the door, you watched Jaebeom watch you, as he always did - cute little apron and all. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Kid?” Said so smoothly, Jaebeom barely heard the derision in your voice behind the flutter of your lashes; he didn’t even feel you take the coffee out of his hand. Though Jaebeom sensed a challenge and he never backed down from one. 

“I’m no kid.” Stepping away, you rounded the counter to sit behind your computer, taking a languid sip as Jaebeom thrust himself off the door frame to lean both elbows onto the counter; making sure to catch your stare. 

“So, you know how I’ve been a loyal customer for a long time now?” You broke eye contact, humming agreeance into the mug still held to your lips. 

“And in that time, we’ve shared many an insightful discussion over music and composition and life…” Jaebeom looked like he was trying to sell you a bible, despite how very non-believing you were. 

“I was thinking, why don’t we take said discussions out of the store.” Your eyes blinked back to his, completing seeing past his thinly veiled allure and right down to his ego; and just how fun it’d be to shatter it. You had dealt with men like him your entire life. Built on the foundation of good looks and a smooth tongue; they always found ways to get what they wanted, regardless of the price. But you wore your scars with pride, and no sweet talking, tall drink of water of a man who would probably bring you to ecstasy if you asked nicely would break you. Hell, by the looks of Jaebeom you wouldn’t have to ask at all. But, you weren’t going to entertain sleeping with him for kicks with him standing in front of you. 

Sliding the mug out of reach, you folded your arms over the counter and leaned down to meet Jaebeom’s face square on. His eyes flickered the moment he could feel your breath on his skin but steeled himself when your lips parted. 

“You don’t really ask girls out much, do you?” He swallowed your smirk to bite back, but you pushed off the counter to stand straight; looking down onto his admittedly perfect features. “Cause you’re really bad at it.” 

Jaebeom exhaled the insult out through his nose but stood up with a grin. Sliding both hands into the pocket of his apron, Jaebeom tried to read your expression but found you too captivating to see through you. 

You picked up the mug and finished the last mouthfuls of caffeinated milk and rounded the counter once again. Jaebeom stepped back to the door, your feet mimicking his footsteps behind him. Turning to face you, Jaebeom slipped his hand over yours to pull the mug out of it, the tip of his tongue resting on the inner edge of his top lip. 

“I may be, but have a drink with me anyway. I’ll prove I’m not a kid.” You felt something small, something very small inside you snap. As if a very tiny part of you wanted to see if he could prove it, and with the way his eyes drank you in seemed like he wanted to see if he could too.

“Tempting offer..” You whispered and Jaebeom swallowed, feeling for only a split second that he may have been overconfident, for he never had to work this hard before. “But I’ll have to get back to you on that.” 

Jaebeom watched you turn away with slightly gaped lips, his eyes caught in the trance of your swaying hips. Picking up the clipboard you had set down, you quickly tilted your chin over your shoulder just in time to catch Jaebeom snapping his mouth shut.

“You can wipe the sweat off your brow now, kid.” 

You did your best not to laugh when Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed indignantly, so you waved impishly until he stalked back to the cafe. Holding the clipboard to your chest, you stared at his impossibly broad shoulders and willed the part of you that snapped earlier to weave back together. So you laughed, quietly to yourself and turned back to taking stock in the EDM section; pausing quickly to comment on the moment that had passed. 

“Seems like our boy across the road wants to go fishing.” 

Jaebeom crossed his boys to clear the empty plates two tables over, the middle aged man who sat there leaving him a tip much to his surprise. Still mulling over his very hard miss, Jackson stole Jaebeom’s attention. 

“You were gone for ages.” Jaebeom shrugged, “What were you doing over there, trying to get a date?” 

All three boys gasped when Jaebeom simply nodded and avoided Bambam’s grabby hands when he passed them to bring the dirty plates to the kitchen. When he returned, all three silenced themselves. Jinyoung was the first to speak. 

“Hyung, what is she? The goddess Godiva? You never ask girls out.” Jaebeom scoffed as he sat down in the empty chair beside Jackson; finding the repeated statement amusing. Untying the apron and peeling it off his waist, Jaebeom bundled it roughly and dropped it on the table. He smirked, deciding to himself that if you wanted to play your game, he would beat you at it. 

“She has something I want.” Bambam and Jackson wooed in unison as Jinyoung pulled his sunglasses down his nose to inspect the determined look on Jaebeom’s face. 

“More than a fat ass and a perfect pair of..” Bambam halted when Jaebeom tutted. “Lips, Hyung. A perfect pair of lips.” Bambam tore his eyes away from your figure standing close to the front window; Jaebeom knew the lewd things stirring up in that blonde head of his. 

“Her brother is a signing agent, and I’m going to get to him through her.” It was the first time Jaebeom spoke openly about his music to them, and as such all jaws belonging to his crew of loose morality dropped. Jaebeom only saw it in his peripherals, his stare was locked on you. 

“So what?” Jackson began. 

“You’re gonna seduce her..” Bambam continued.

“To get a contract?” Jinyoung completed the set. 

“Indeed.” Jaebeom cemented. 

“From the looks of her, and she looks very good from where I’m sitting, and the almost defeated look you had on your way back, she doesn’t seem like an easy take.” Jackson leaned back, spreading his legs wide and threw an arm over the back of his chair. 

“You’re going to have to try, for once.” Bambam jeered, knowing that trying wasn’t something Jaebeom was used to doing. 

Patting Jackson’s leg ever so condescendingly, Jaebeom tongued the canine that flashed through his smirk. A silence fell over the group, the cogs of deception turning fluidly in Jaebeom’s head. 

“What if you end up breaking her heart?” Bambam, the youngest somehow bringing rationality into the conversation, though Jaebeom’s expression only narrowed; ice glazing over his eyes. 

“Collateral damage.” Jackson and Jinyoung grizzled through clenched teeth. 

“Bet you won’t even make it into her bed before she tosses you aside.” Jackson shoved Jaebeom’s hand off his thigh and Jaebeom returned the gesture with a glare. 

“Alright. And when I make it into her bed and get the contract - you move out.” Jaebeom’s eyes read humourless gravity; Jackson stiffened and slowly brought his arm back over and held out his hand to Jaebeom.

“Agreed. Only because you know nothing of romance.” For the nth time that morning, Jaebeom smirked and shook the hand outstretched to him. Jaebeom wasn’t going to lose, he never loses. 

Jinyoung sighed and gestured kindly over to Mr. Abramski to make him another coffee before taking off his sunglasses and staring Jaebeom down. 

“Just don’t catch feelings like an idiot.” 

[axther]

Heyo, can I get a bnha matchup? I'm a bisexual ENTP, but am mistaken as an introvert often due to being bad at social interaction and liking alone time. I talk a lot with people I'm comfortable with though. Sometimes I joke in serious situations. I don't worry that much and am carefree, though I can get randomly anxious sometimes. I'm a bit bad with emotions, but I've been told I can cheer people up because I'm optimistic. I'm a deep thinker and have been told a lot I'm smart.

Fnkdaofdnskao i really took a hot second with this one tbh 🥴 but here u go!! Also, since there was no gender listed, i just went w they/them pronouns!! If u want smth different, then just hmu and i can change it!! Also, i am so sorry i made the second one as more of a scenario?? And it was...oof. yikes. Sorry. This has become my style. Scenarios disguised as matchups. Im a liar 

AS OF 05/25/2020 IM A LIAR ITS OUT TONIGHTTTT

#1 is…Denki! 

okokokokok SO

Y’all meet during a training exercise! 

It’s something similar to USJ, except it’s across several different schools and classes

And y’all had to find a bunch of objects 

So there’s a mixed bundle of people 

It’s a sort of competition

And everyone is sweating bullets 

And honestly??

You’re just vibin

And i mean this like, you don’t really seem concerned. 

You’re just chilling while everyone’s fighting, trying to find the best solution. 

Naturally, you’re worried, too

But you know that it’s kinda useless to try and talk over Monoma and Bakugou 

Now

Denki’s staying pretty quiet, too. 

While it looks like he’s just vibing, too, but honestly? 

He’s crazy nervous 

Because here are all these super talented heroes-to-be, he feels like he’s gonna be glossed over 

So as everyone’s duking it out, the two of you are just kinda...hanging in there

Now the thing is 

You guys are avoiding eye contact. 

Not in the sense of ‘oh my god, you atrocity to man,’ 

But in the ‘two bros chilling in a hot tub’ way. 

So as the entire thing is falling on its head

You look over and notice that he’s trying desperately to remain chill. 

He’s kinda fiddling with himself

And you nudge him a bit 

And as he turns to look at you, you may or may not be screaming ‘what the FUCK did I just do??????’ in your head

But when he faces you, you just give him a thumbs up 

Like that 

And he’s kinda at a loss 

But he takes it, and gives you a smile and a big ol’ thumbs-up, too!! 

There’s no interaction again, until he nudges you 

“Do you think they’ll come up with something?” 

You shrug. 

“Considering that the only brain cell in my class went to the Class Rep, and it doesn’t look like these guys their class brain cell, I don’t think so.” 

Denki pulls back a snort before wiping his smirk off his face. 

“Do you think...we could try? On our own?” 

“Maybe.” You shrug again. “You’re the shock quirk user, right?” 

Denki is stunned

Did someone remember him? 

Woah

From here on out consider him whipped 

“Yeah! What’s your quirk?” 

“Crystallian.” 

You watch his face go through a journey of emotions before settling on muffled confusion. 

“Warping, basic elemental magic.” You play with some of your hair. “It’s all tied to a crystal I keep at home. If it’s safe, I’m safe.” 

Denki nods.

He hadn’t heard of quirks where they have a variety of unrelated uses 

But he’s there for it!! 

You two begin to make your own plan to succeed in the exercise 

And once y’all look over and realise that the arguing isn’t going to change, thanks to Monoma egging Bakugou on 

Y’all dip 

And by that, I mean you warp him and yourself to the highest point in the building 

Took one (1) look at the lights 

Shared a glance 

And y’all took out the power

Within about thirty minutes, y’all have all the goods!! 

Most folks are still trying to get used to the lack of light

So when your group presents the stuff to the teachers, Aizawa is tired but takes it 

And so you guys pass!! 

You and Denki talk more after 

And he finds out that you’re part of a special school for kids with special quirks

Which off the bat sounds really bad 

But you meet folks that are like you

and you tell him that he’d probably fit right in. 

He’s over the moon!!! For once!! 

Someone that takes him seriously!! 

Y’all exchange numbers and the entire class can’t begin to fathom that holy shit Denki Kaminari got a s/o before anyone else in the class

Throws them all for a loop

And meanwhile Denki’s thriving w hugs and cuddles 

#2 is…Momo! 

Momo is...complicated

She’s in a rich family with a strong quirk

She’s got more than enough pressure on her shoulders

Especially since she was in 1-A, so the entire literal country of Japan has their eyes on her 

And all the while she’s doing her best to focus, focus, focus

She wanted one day where she could be like Mina, Ochako, Tooru, Jirou, Tsu…

Normal.

So she does it

One morning, while her parents are gone, and before anyone else is awake

She ties her hair up and places it into a gaudy blonde wig 

(Which was a massive pain in the ass, but that was the price of freedom) 

She dons sunglasses, an outfit that in any other case she would die being caught in

Leaves her phone on her bed

Tiptoes down the stairs 

And leaves 

The moment she’s past the gates of her house and out of view, she lets out an enormous sigh 

She has no idea what she’s going to do 

But her heart races a little, because that was the beauty of it!!

She finally had no rules, short of the law 

So she waltzes down the road, the city wakes up, and as the first hour drips by, she notices a distinct wave of youth

They’re not doing much, just relaxing in cafes and alleys

and Momo wonders if anyone is planning to send truant police

but considering she’s doing the same exact thing, she’s not gonna call them out  

But as she passes by an arcade, she notices a group

They’re a bit more subdued than most of the others, just watching one of their friends play a dancing game and fail horribly

But most notably, Momo sees you 

You’re snorting at the lanky girl who’s tripping over her own feet, but at the same time, it looks like you’re cheering her on 

Momo’s curious, of course, but she also doesn’t want to intrude 

But then one of them, a boy, turns and waves her over

She jumps because oh my god and makes her way over 

“Hey, did you want to play? Sorry that Tsukki was hogging the game.” The boy says, and you turn and glance at her. 

At first, Momo’s wondering if she should really join in, but then she sees you, fully…

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Unfortunately, you seem a bit closed off because you start talking to the last member of the party 

Momo brushes it off and nods quickly

because goddamnit that’s what she’s here for

being a normal teenager

So she starts playing Tsukki

And Momo wipes the floor with her 

Tsukki takes it well, fortunately, but it sparks conversation 

“Where’d you learn to play?” The boy, Seong-Jin, kept on asking 

Momo wasn’t crazy comfortable telling the Korean transfer student that she had ballroom classes 

But as she’s about to make an excuse

She sees Present Mic out of the corner of her eye 

And immediately panics 

But before she can tell the four that she needs to hide, you come in clutch

You notice her look of panic and take off your jacket

And you drape it over her and pull up the hoodie. 

At that point, all you can see is the bottom half of her face 

(seeing as she never took off her sunglasses) 

And a tuft of blonde hair 

Present Mic even pops by for a second to ask how the kids were doing, and he didn’t recognise Momo

So crisis averted 

Almost immediately afterwards, the five bail from the arcade and ask Momo why she freaked out 

But then you speak up 

“She doesn’t have to tell us. But next time you might need to bail, feel free.” 

You gave her a soft smile, and when I tell you Momo’s face lights up 

You two stick together for the rest of the day 

And Seong-Jin, Tsukki, and the last person, Keito, are here for it

Bit by bit, they start separating into groups 

That is, the Momo/YN group and the Everyone Else group 

Soon enough, the three disappear to do something while Tsukki is shouting

And you and momo decide to take a break by a cafe, on a wall with foliage hitting your back 

and you guys are talking as the sun begins to set 

You guys talk about everything and anything 

And Momo confesses it was the most fun she had in years 

The way you talk to her is almost methodical, with how you seemed to tip toe around any insinuations or trauma.

“I know I only met you today, but if you ever need a place to crash…”  

You trail off, playing a bit with your hands, but more out of awkwardness than anxiety.

Momo’s heart swells. 

She manages out a ‘thank you’ before hesitantly leaning on your shoulder 

And you take a deeeepp breath in 

But you don’t nudge her off

And slowly she begins to fall asleep, and her wig is tilted and her sunglasses are askew

but you glance at her out of the corner of your eyes and give a soft smile 

(that was not the last time you two met, and five years later at the altar, she’s wearing the same damn wig) 

#3 is...Kirishima! 

PINING

This sounds really simple 

But Kirishima would absolutely pine after you for 3.8 million years

Y’all went to the same middle school and you were friends 

And he’s all over you 

Sometime between the first and third year of middle school he just fell head over heels 

And so he tags along with you the entire time 

But after the Giant Figure incident, and he says he’s won’t go to U.A., you get lowkey pissed 

You tell him that he’s worked so hard, he’s come so far, why give up now, he’s only fourteen for god’s sake. 

But he doesn’t listen

And you two don’t talk after that 

After he decides to go for it and not live a life of regrets, he’s doing his best to become someone he wants to be 

But the biggest looming regret he had was the fallout with you

And it was a nasty fall out-parents stopped talking, kids took sides, teachers knew 

You went to a completely different school than what he thought you were

And he was pretty sure that due to the fallout and the constant movement of time, you changed your number 

So he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just saying ‘You were right, sorry.’ 

It starts consuming him

Half of U.A. knows that he’s thinking about something 

But it comes to a head when he’s sparring against Bakugou 

And all he’s really doing is blocking

And bakugou loses his shit

“Get your fucking head out of the clouds and focus!” 

“Sorry, dude!” 

“What the fuck has you acting so damn stupid?” 

Kirishima tells Bakugou, who gets it, but doesn’t really try to help 

“Just tell her.” He hisses 

But Kirishima’s nervous 

And by the end of the week, he’s gotten a flurry of suggestions 

People are coming up to him left and right, telling him what to do

And he just gets overwhelmed

On Saturday, he locks himself in his room until Mina knocks 

She comes in and they start talking about you 

And she mentions that she has your number, and that it really would matter if Kirishima was the one to text first

“YN supported you, and then it got rubbed in the dirt, and then ignored again. You need to be the one to say it, honestly, otherwise it’ll mean nothing.” 

So he gets to work

He spends the rest of saturday trying to write it all out his emotions 

But eventually he gives on getting them all neat and tidy, and just lets them ooze out 

Sunday morning he gets up early and types it all out, willing his hands not to shake too much 

Mina and Bakugou are there with him, and though Mina keeps making jokes and Bakugou doesn’t offer much in way of help, they’re there to support him 

So when he sends it and lets out a sigh, Bakugou pats him on the back

“And now, we wait.” Mina murmurs, watching the phone with wide eyes. 

And watching

And watching

And watching

And three days pass before Kirishima gets any sort of response 

He’s expecting to be chewed out, to get the text equivalent of a teary welcome back

Not fucking eight ball. 

But he clicks on it 

And he wins, surprisingly 

There’s a moment between his win and your text where he doesn’t dare breathe, just stand still 

Before you text back 

So. 

ur in ua huh 

guess you did it after all. 

Yeah. 

Again, sorry. I didn’t think a lot of stuff through back then. 

figures lmao 

u free next week? 

For you? 

I always am. 

[rubyneo]

it takes yang So Long to be okay with working with mercury and emerald after everything. she understands they were manipulated by cinder but its not easy for her to just Get Over what they did (especially all the shit mercury said). so ive just been. wondering how theyd slowly manage to become tentative friends, if you had any headcanons for that? i was think merc and yang prosthetic bonding but im not sure how well that would actually go,

hcjcjsnchs also that last ask isnt mercury/yang thats just. genuine eventual friendship nothing nasty

So this first part turned into like...a mini-fic? over 600 words so. :)

When it comes down to it, the first moment Yang decides to trust Emerald and Mercury is when they bring Ruby back to her.

There's a knock on the door and when they all rush over to fling it open, Ruby is standing there with Emerald and Mercury a couple paces behind her. She's missing an eye but she's smiling and launches herself at them. Yang grabs her first and glares at the other two over her head. "What are they doing here?" she snarls. Ruby pulls away and steps back towards them, taking their hands.

"They saved me," she says and the two of them are barely breathing. Yang watches as Emerald and Mercury's hands almost imperceptibly tighten around Ruby's. Ruby pulls them closer to the door. "Let's go sit down, yeah?" she says. They all shuffle back away from the door and let Ruby lead them to the living room.

Here's where Yang decides to trust them: Ruby tells them she does, and Yang always chooses to trust Ruby's judgement.

I imagine there's major distrust still, Mercury and Emerald leave rooms if there are too many people, Yang and Mercury brush shoulders in the hall and flinch away from one another, etc. But Ruby kind of bridges that gap?

And there's fighting. Jaune and Ren and Nora and Weiss all snapping at her for even entertaining the idea of the two being on their side. Blake is always quiet during these because she's torn. It's easy for her to understand they were manipulated by Cinder but that doesn't mean their actions weren't their own. And Yang...

Yang still wants to see the good in people, but her protective nature always comes first.

And then one day during a fight Merc helps Blake take down a Grimm that would have surely gotten Yang, and when they get back to wherever they've set up home base Yang notices he's limping pretty bad and she sort of pulls him aside to ask if he's alright.

And Mercury sort of glances over and Ruby and Emerald and Ruby gives him this encouraging smile and Mercury shakes his head.

"There's this...scientist on Salem's side. One of her inner circle. And he upgraded my prosthetics for me, but I don't know how to maintain them. They're Atlesian tech." And Yang sort of nods and tells him she can help.

"My arm's Atlesian tech and so are Maria's glasses. I can probably figure it out." And they take over a room for the day while Yang fiddles with his prosthetics and they sort of swap stories about Emerald and Ruby. They both notice they're avoiding anything about Cinder/Parents/etc and Mercury is surprisingly the first to break the silence on it.

"I wasn't manipulated by Cinder, you know. Not like Em at least." Yang kind of tilts her head and makes a small, encouraging noise at him. He looks down at his hands. "I killed my father. He wasn't a nice man, he used to beat me until I puked and then beat me some more. He stole my semblance with his own, told me mine was a crutch, that it made me soft. The night I killed him, Cinder showed up and offered me a place with her and I accepted. No manipulation required." Yang glances up at him.

"So...she offered you power and a place in the world which is everything you wanted when you were with your father? Sounds like she managed to manipulate you as well she did with Emerald." Mercury freezes and Yang turns back to his prosthetics. Yang speaks again.

"I don't trust you or Emerald. But I also don't know what you went through or what happened when you saved my sister. But I want to trust you guys, even if it's just for Ruby's sake." She hands Mercury his legs. "Try that and if you need more help with them, I'll be in the kitchen."

~~~~

You're right though! It takes a LONG TIME for them to get to the point of actually trusting one another! Mercury was horribly abused! Yang already has trust issues! But I feel like a big bridge over that gap would be Ruby? And slowly Yang and Merc would learn to trust and care about one another and that would probably come with Prosthetics Bonding™.

They're honestly more similar than they are different and when they figure that out I can see them having a very good and strong friendship!

[unlicensedinky-blog]

owo!! first post!! this was a submission to a writing contest on instagram that i spent an actual month on,,,,,, but i'm goddamn proud of it so im yeeting it into the void. aight lets get this bread

-Icarus

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adrenaline

you've encountered many people in your life, but never have you met anyone like her ever. you guess opposites attract, because you two are as different as can be.

she is the epitome of energy, always raring to go out and do something, always looking for a thrill. she flits from one interest to another so quickly it makes you dizzy, constantly on the search for a new rush.

compared to her, you are one leaf out of many fallen during autumn, a single drop of rain in a thunderstorm. small, quiet, unnoticed, boring.

so when she starts taking an interest in you, you don't exactly warm to the idea. the first time you say her name, it feels like a curse on your tongue, heavy and suffocating.

you've seen her leave people behind, and you've seen the people she leaves behind. it's not that you search them out on purpose. you just notice them, like in class or in the library.

her presence still lingers over them, even if its been ages since she left them.they all get over the abandonment sooner or later, but the hole where she used to be never seems to close up.

too many people have left their scars on you already, and you're not about to get one more.

she either doesn't notice your reluctance or ignores it, choosing instead to drag you along on her newest conquests. it always starts with a knock on your window in the middle of the night, and it always ends with her reckless grin in your mind as she walks you home.

she takes you to an abandoned funfair, the rides rusted and the gate nearly falling apart. you watch her fiddle around with the roller-coasters controls, and try not to notice how her eyes light up when somehow, with whatever chaotic force that accompanies her, she manages to get it functioning.

taking your hand, she pulls you into the cart and hits the button. the cart doesnt move for a minute, but just as you move to get off it jerks forward with a rusty groan.

the cart shoots off onto the tracks, spinning and racing through loops, the rusty wheels creaking at every turn. and by a miracle or whatever chaotic force that accompanies her again, you are lucky to make it back to ground safely.

she laughs the entire time you two are on that death trap, and she's still laughing when you two get off. you roll your eyes, ignoring the way her laugh makes you feel a bit lighter.

maybe it's that that distracts you, because you only realise it when she drops you off at your house and leaves for her own.

it's that she never let go of your hand for the entire night.

you watch her back slowly disappear into the dark, your hand twitching slightly. you sneak through the front door and up to your room, falling onto your bed.

you fall asleep to the lingering warmth of her hand in yours and the sound of her laughter.

she's outside your class when school ends. she barely gives you enough time to pack yout things before she is once again dragging you off on another 'adventure', as she calls them.

she's there everyday. it almost becomes a routine, and the irony of it doesn't escape you. a wild spirit following a routine. you would think that she was doing it for you, but you're not stupid.

that still doesn't stop the warmth in your chest from spreading.

and she only upset the 'routine' once.

you remember it was particularly cloudy that day, like the sky was miserable. the school was too. everything felt off. it felt sadder.

you had a wild theory, but you reasoned that it was highly impossible. she was, quite literally, only human, and not some kind of god. and besides, she was fine.

a few people screamed as a loud crack sounded through the sky, closely followed by roaring thunder, then a heavy onslaught of rain.

you winced, slouching in your seat.

probably.

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you were wrong.

class ends, and she's not at the door. you pack your things as slow as you can, giving her time to magically appear like she always does.

she doesn't show up.

you catch yourself before you start to worry. wasn't this what you wanted in the first place? for her to leave you alone? you don't have to go along with whatever scheme she's planning, because she's not even there. you're free.

you can't even convince yourself of that for one minute before you start running.

you dash out of the school, your backpack thumping against your back. the rain feels like daggers on you, it's that heavy, but you ignore it. finding her is the priority, and if you get sick, then so be it.

you wrack your brain, trying to think of places she could be. you must look silly standing out in the rain alone, but you can barely bring yourself to care. which is new to you.

you don't get time to dwell on it, and maybe that's a good thing.

you hear your name said by that oh so familiar voice, and you spin around so fast you nearly fall over.

but there she is, soaked to the bone, her hair plastered to her face, standing in front of you. she looks confused, as if wondering why you would even be searching for her.

she has never looked more beautiful.

it doesn't register in your mind that you're moving, but you are. you cup her face in your hands, brushing your thumbs over the streaks of water on her face. her eyes are red.

she leans forward, and you find yourself doing the same, and then you're kissing her.

it feels like the world stops, just for that moment, suspended in time, where only you and her exist. you feel her hands on the back of your neck, you feel her lips on yours, you feel her.

you feel her, and it is beautiful.

she pulls away and rests her forehead on yours. there's a smile that you haven't seen before on her face, and you're fairly certain there's a similar smile on your face.

it's a smile filled with joy, and perhaps a little bit of something else.

you whisper her name, and it tastes like honey on your lips. you don't ask her why the water on her face tasted of salt.

the days after that are more pleasant. she still takes you on 'adventures', but you actually find yourself enjoying them this time. you let yourself bask in the lightness of her laughter, the warmth of her hand.

she breaks down your walls, and you let her. you bare your heart to her, scars and all, and she accepts it with no hesistation and the same smile she had.

everything is wonderful, and it feels as if the whole world belongs to the both of you.

and then she leaves.

she stops coming to your class when school ends. she stops knocking on your window in the middle of the night.

she's gone from your life as easily as she entered it.

you don't blame her. you know it's not in her nature to be tied down to one person. you take back what you said about her being the epitome of energy.

she is the manifestation of adrenaline, giving you the rush of adventure and spirit, and then leaving as quickly as she came.

you see her pulling on someone else's hand, and you taste blood in your mouth. you close your eyes against the sight and press back the tears that threaten to fall.

the world still stops.

just not for you.

[chokememrstark]

The Soulmate Sam Never Asked For // Part 12

Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)

Words: 2941 (Chapter 12 / 12)

Fic Summary: Two months have passed and Sam, Lucifer and Raphael have settled down in their new home together. There's only one thing left to worry about: Gabriel. Lucifer is nervous and excited all the same when he finally gets to see his youngest brother again, but there are still a few obstacles in the way of happiness. Sam is glad that he can be by Lucifer's side through this, even if he never expected things to turn out this way.

college!AU, human!AU, soulmates!AU, dysfunctional families, abusive parents, dramatic romance, or romantic drama, your choice, big brother!Lucifer, soulmates hating each other, referenced alcoholism, death and abuse, some violence, and lots of feels, fluff and cuteness, some drama but not too much, lots of bickering, and two damn stubborn soulmates (!!)

Note: I’m so, so, so sorry that I’m posting the last chapter so late. I completely forgot Dx

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 “Lucifer, are you coming?” Sam shouted out of the kitchen window. Lucifer was chasing Raphael through the garden for almost an hour now and it was getting dark already.

 When the two brothers came back through the terrace door, laughing and dirty as pigs, Sam couldn't help but chuckle. He ruffled Raphael's hair and told him to go take a bath before bed, while Lucifer got himself a coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. Sam followed suit, smiling at the huge grin on the blond’s face.

 “He recovered pretty fast, didn't he?” Sam asked and Lucifer nodded.

 “He did, yeah. He couldn't wait to get out of the hospital,” Lucifer smiled. “I can't blame him, he's been there for far too long.”

 “And you? Ready for the big day tomorrow?”

 “Ready?” Lucifer laughed and took a big sip from his mug. “Nervous as hell doesn't even scratch it.”

 “It's gonna be okay, I know it,” Sam assured him. “You’ve gone through all the formalities, they've talked to you, everything else will come easy. It’s a good place for kids, they’ll see that too.”

 Lucifer smiled weakly, but Sam knew his nervousness wouldn't be gone that easily. Over the last two months they had spent every day working on the house with Bobby, Lucifer whenever he could during the week, as he still visited Raphael at the hospital, and Sam helping him out on the weekends and in the evening.. They had fixed the windows and staircase, cleaned the whole place thoroughly and painted every wall inside and out. Bobby even surprised them one day by revealing something he had built when they took a weekend off: a small playground in the yard, including a set of swings, a slide and a tower with various climbing opportunities. Sam and Lucifer had no idea he was working on something like that and were equally stunned and surprised.

 With Bobby's help they had turned the slowly decaying house into a nicely looking and comfortable place to live at. Each of them had their own bedroom, the other two were reserved for Lucifer's brothers. Bobby even helped them clean out the attic and install a new ladder, so they were able to use it for storage in the future. They didn't even have to pay any rent, Bobby's only condition was that they took good care of the house and that was something they gladly agreed on.

 And now, after countless of appointments with the CPS and the family Gabriel had lived with for the last months, Lucifer would finally be reunited with his youngest brother. Raphael was already living with them for two weeks now and enjoyed it greatly, but both brothers were equally excited to have the little one back soon. And, if he was honest, Sam was too. He had never seen Lucifer like this before, he could only imagine how it would be having both of his brothers with them. Of course things wouldn't be easy, but they would manage somehow.

 After Raphael's bath, Lucifer went upstairs to put his brother to bed and Sam decided to go sit on the terrace for a bit to enjoy the cool night air. He had to admit that he really liked this place. It was much bigger and more comfortable than his dorm room and Lucifer turned out to be quite a pleasant housemate. Even with Raphael around it was all very peaceful. Things would be more lively with Gabriel, of course, but Sam was sure he'd like the house too, especially the playground. The most important thing, however, was that the brothers were far, far away from their father and Lucifer was already taking the necessary steps to become his brothers legal guardian in a few months, when he’d turn twenty-one. Once this was done their old man wouldn't have any rights over them anymore, which Sam was very glad about.

 The door behind Sam opened and a moment later Lucifer joined him on the terrace by plopping into a chair next to him.

 “Already asleep?” Sam asked curious and handed Lucifer a Coke from the table.

 “He was out before I even tucked him in fully,” Lucifer chuckled and leaned back into his chair. “No wonder, he ran around like a headless chicken today.”

 “He has to catch up on a lot,” Sam sighed quietly. “But he can do that now. He can be a kid again.”

 “All thanks to you.”

 “Bullshit,” Sam huffed and waved his hand. “I'm not his brother who did so much for him, that's your accomplishment.”

 “But you saved his life and gave him.a new home…” Lucifer cleared his throat and looked up at Sam. “You gave      us     a new home.”

 “It’s the least I could do,” Sam smiled warmly. “You kinda grew on me, I can't help it, and so did Raphael. I'm glad you're away from this tyran now at least.”

 “I like it here,” Lucifer smiled and looked around into the night. “I know this isn't really what you wanted, or what I wanted for that matter, but it's not as bad as I thought.”

 “It’s not what I wanted, no, but it's not the worst thing either.”

 “What do you mean?” Lucifer gave Sam a confused look that made the brunet smile.

 “You know I hate this soulmate crap, I don't think that will ever change. But now that I know you as a person and not just my soulmate it's different, you know?”

 “Yeah, I feel the same way,” Lucifer nodded. “I like you, but for you and not because I have to. Of course I'm thankful for all you did for me and my brothers, but that's not why I like you either. It's kinda nice being your friend, I can't always show that, but it's true.”

 “Lucifer, you've got your head full, you can't always show things like that, I get it. And you're not a bad friend either, I enjoy being around you. Even if it's not the way it was for my parents, I like this. And, well, maybe it's better the way it is.”

 “You mean without the love and devotion and relationship hassle?” Lucifer smirked and Sam chuckled.

 “Yeah, without all that stuff,” he agreed. “I mean, if it would happen I wouldn't say 'hell no’ anymore, but for now it's good the way it is, don't you think?”

 “I wouldn't say that either, but you're right.” Lucifer emptied his Coke and stood up. “It's good like this now, if anything else happens or things change we’ll find a way to deal with it. But it’s getting late. What do you think, time for bed?”

 “Yeah, it's a big day tomorrow, we need sleep.” Sam followed Lucifer inside, smiling slightly. The blond was right. If things changed between them they'd find a way to deal with it. By now he had accepted that they were soulmates, maybe this was the first step, he didn't know. What he did know was that he had found a great friend and that was enough for the time being.

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 Lucifer was even more nervous the next morning than the day before. He had changed his usual bad boy attire to something more casual and friendly and, like every time he dressed like that, it made him look like a completely different person. While they waited for the doorbell to ring, Lucifer kept fiddling with his hands to the point where Sam longed for them across the table so he'd hold still for a moment. He gave the other a knowing smile when he looked up.

 “Relax, it's gonna be okay,” Sam assured Lucifer again, brushing a thumb over the back if his hand. “You'll see, there's no need to be worried.”

 “Do you think he'll like it here?” Lucifer asked nervously. “What if he wants to stay with this other family because he likes it better there?”

 “Lucifer, you're his brother! He won't pick strangers over you, don't think that.”

 “I hope so,” Lucifer sighed and weakly returned Sam's hand squeeze. “And I hope he can forgive me for putting him through this in the first place…”

 “You didn't put him through anything, that was your so called dad, okay? You fought for your brothers and to get him back, I'm sure he knows that.”

 “As long as he's not scared of me or wants to leave again…” Lucifer grabbed Sam's hand tighter. “I don't think I could handle that.”

 “He won't, I don’t think so. Now cheer up a bit, they're coming any minute now and you don't wanna greet your little brother with a frowny face, right?”

 “Of course not,” Lucifer said and smiled weakly at Sam.

 A few minutes later the doorbell finally rang and Lucifer jumped off his chair, nearly knocking it over in the process. Sam followed him to the door quickly and laid a hand on his shoulder as Lucifer opened it.

 “Luci!” A high pitched voice echoed through the air as soon as the door was opened and not even a moment later the little boy Sam had seen sleeping in the hospital before jumped into Lucifer's arms with the biggest smile on his face. Sam glanced over at the woman still standing in the door and noticed the smile on her face. A good sign, he hoped.

 “Miss Barker?” Sam asked politely and held out a hand for her to take, which she did and nodded.

 “You must be Mister Winchester, I suppose?”

 “Sam is fine,” Sam smiled. “Please, come inside.”

 Miss Barker followed the invitation while Lucifer stood up, still hugging his little brother. Sam closed the door behind them and they all walked into the living room, where Sam had prepared coffee already.

 “Please, have a seat,” Sam gestured miss Barker to sit, then turned to the blond. “Lucifer? Are you coming?”

 Lucifer gave Sam a nod and looked back at his brother.

 “Hey Gabe, how about you go upstairs and look for Raphie? He told me he had a surprise waiting for you.”

 “Raphie is here? Yippie!” Gabriel threw his arms up and squealed in excitement.

 “You just go up the stairs, slowly, and knock on the first door you see, can you do that? But be careful, Raphie just came home from the hospital, so no fighting, okay?”

 “Okay, Luci!” Gabriel laughed and off he went to find his brother. Lucifer smiled after him for a moment before joining Sam and the CPS woman in the living room.

 “Gabriel was very excited to see you again,” Miss Barker said with a warm smile into Lucifer's direction. “He missed you a lot.”

 “I missed him too,” Lucifer replied quietly, listening to the voices coming from upstairs.

 “As you can see,” Sam continued to speak as no one else seemed to do it. “The house is rather big and Raphael is already living here with us. We also prepared a room for Gabriel upstairs and the garden has a playground that I'm sure he'll like.”

 “You have put a lot of effort into this house, but I'm sure you know it will take some time before Gabriel can live here permanently.”

 “How much time?” Lucifer asked and turned towards her. “We did everything we could, I even began going through the process to become their legal guardian once I turn twenty-one. What else do I have to do to get my brother back?”

 “Lucifer, I never said you wouldn't get him back,” Miss Barker said and gave the boy a stern look. “Your living situation is more than suitable, Gabriel wants to come back and from my point of view there is nothing speaking against it. But this is a legal process that takes time, I can't change that.”

 “How long will it take approximately?” Sam asked again, taking the words from Lucifer, who was visibly upset and on edge already.

 “Since everything speaks for Gabriel living here, it's going to take around five weeks until everything is settled.”

 “Five weeks?” Lucifer was shocked.

 “Don't worry, during those weeks Gabriel will visit you regularly to see how things go when you live together. The first two weeks he may stay for a few hours, under my supervision, the following two weeks it will be during the weekend without me and the last week he may stay here completely. If everything goes well he won't have to leave anymore after that.”

 Sam grabbed Lucifer's hand, who looked like he wanted to argue, and held him back this way. Much to his surprise, the blond stayed silent.

 “Thank you,” Sam said as calm as possible. “I'm very glad you're giving Lucifer this chance. After Raphael's health has improved and he worked so hard to make a new home for them, away from their father, we just hope that Gabriel can settle down here with his brothers and have his family back.”

 “Yeah…” Lucifer mumbled and looked at Sam for a long moment. “I really want nothing more than to have both of my brothers back and see them grow up happy.”

 “I don't think there's anything standing in the way of that,” Miss Barker smiled and Sam noticed the shimmer in her eyes. She was emotional, a big plus for Lucifer. “I'm sure your brothers will be very happy here, it's a wonderful home.”

 “Yes, yes it is,” Sam nodded and smiled back at her.

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 In the evening, after Gabriel and Miss Barker were long gone and Raphael went to bed - not without a heartfelt goodbye that actually made the CPS woman tear up - Sam and Lucifer sat in the living room to let the day run out. They had talked for a long time before and Lucifer had come to terms with having to wait a few more weeks until everything would be over, something Sam was very glad about.

 Now that tiredness began creeping in and he yawned behind his hand, Sam asked himself if this feeling of comfort he suddenly felt around Lucifer was due to the stressful day or just something he hadn't noticed before. It wasn't unpleasant at all, quite the opposite in fact. He actually liked it.

 “Thank you for your help today, Sam,” Lucifer suddenly said, ripping the other out of his thoughts. “I'm sure I would've screwed things up without you.”

 “I’m glad I could help, you know that,” Sam smiled. “Everything went well and I'm sure it'll stay this way. He'll be back with you soon, I know that.”

 “I hope so too,” Lucifer sighed. “I guess it's time to call it a day, I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.”

 “Me neither,” Sam agreed and suppressed another yawn as he got up. “It's late and it was a stressful day. Let's catch some sleep.”

 The two walked upstairs after turning off the lights. Lucifer checked on Raphael quickly, finding his brother asleep as he had expected, and closed the door with a smile. Sam watched him quietly, not even noticing the warm feeling in his chest.

 “Hey, Lucifer?”

 “Hm?”

 “You were great today,” Sam said. “I've never seen you so happy before. It was really nice.”

 “It's silly, but my brothers just make me happy.”

 “It's not silly,” Sam smiled and shook his head. “It's really cute actually.”

 Despite the dim light in the upstairs corridor, Sam saw the slight hint of red on Lucifer's face. It made the warmth spread to his stomach.

 “Thank you, Sam,” Lucifer eventually smiled back and, much to Sam's surprise, closed the distance between them instead of going into his own room.

 “Is something wrong?” Sam asked, slightly confused, and looked at the blond.

 “I don't think so,” Lucifer frowned, meeting Sam's gaze. “I just… would you mind if I… you know... ”

 “Not at all,” Sam smiled, using too now that he realized what the other was trying to ask for.

 When Lucifer leaned down and brushed his lips against Sam's, the warmth in the brunet’s stomach flared up immensely, as if a million flaming butterflies were flapping their wings. Sam closed his eyes slowly, just focusing on this new and utterly overwhelming sensation that seemed to spread into every cell of his body. He barely noticed that Lucifer laid a hand on his hip, all he could feel right now was this kiss and how dizzy and weak it made him feel.

 Despite all of Sam’s efforts to fight against being Lucifer’s soulmate from the moment they met, he had felt his walls crumble more and more with each passing day. He would have never expected things to take such a turn so soon, not even in his wildest dreams. When Lucifer pulled back after a very long and very nice minute, Sam couldn’t help but smile at him.

 “Changed your mind on not letting it get to you?” Sam asked sheepishly, to which Lucifer grinned.

 “Maybe a little,” he said. “If you don’t mind of course. I mean, we live together already, we’re friends… maybe it won’t be that bad.”

 “Yeah, maybe,” Sam sighed contently. “I think I can take a risk for once.”

 “I promise I won’t make you regret it,” Lucifer assured Sam and kissed him again - this one much deeper and not less thrilling as the first time.

 For the first time, Sam actually believed that being Lucifer’s soulmate might turn out to be a good thing. He was happy now, even if things were difficult sometimes, and he didn’t want to miss the other in his life anymore. And who knew, maybe they’d be able to make it work. Sam really hoped so at least.

[bannerswife]

Freaks - Bruce Banner x Reader

Title: Freaks

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader (female)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1627

Requested by @headcannonqueen​ 

“Hey plz can you do a bruce banner x reader where the reader is a artist and has the power of shapeshifing and she s talking to natasha and wanda about something and he was listening in idk 😂Am really bad at this but i havent found a good bruce one in ages that i havnt allready read. I have tried to write one myself but didnt work very good . xxxxx thanx Keira”

Authors Note: Alright soo i hope this is what you were looking for! i really hope you like it! <3

You drew your hand aimlessly across a canvas creating yet another beautiful work of art. You always loved to draw and paint, it was a way of expressing how you felt without any need of communication and to let your mind completely loose. Tony appreciated your work that much he had even given you your own work space, where you had everything you had ever wished for when it came to utensils for your work.

You hadn’t been with the avengers for long but with the time you’ve spent with them, it had honestly been the best months of your life. Though you weren't like others, you had a type of power that would make you considered to be a freak. You had possessed the ability to shapeshift into any person you desired.

On a mission, the avengers had found you and gladly took you in under their wing, especially Doctor Banner. You were quiet and very reserved when you had first met them, afraid that you were nothing but of a nuisance to them all. But Bruce helped you and spoke to you in ways that no one has ever treated you like before. It was something that truly did set off a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had never felt before.

“My god y/n, this is amazing.” You heard Wanda from behind, making you jump in fright causing you to change forms.

At first Wanda was taken aback at your sudden change of appearance, but quickly you changed back into your desired look, your cheeks flushing a bright red.

“I’m- uh sorry about that, you scared me... but thank you,” You said with a slight smile, as you took down your canvas from the easel to replace it with another empty canvas to start yet a new project.

“No don't be sorry, i was the one that came in without knocking, which for that i’m sorry,” Wanda reassured as she walked over to the large table in the middle of your workshop that was covered in all of your paintings.

She impressively looked over them all a smile across her lips. Everything you had painted truly were remarkable, each telling their own story. Expressing different emotions and personas.

“Hey girls,” Natasha greeted as she suddenly walked into your workshop.

“Hi,” Wanda and you both said in unison looking up at her as she strided in.

“I was getting sick of everyone out there so i hope you don't mind if i hang with you guys?” Nat suggested as she took a seat at the large table that Wanda was just previously observing.

“No of course not, i’m actually glad you two came in. I was honestly kinda getting bored on my own to be honest,” You said, as you again absentmindedly began to draw your brush across the board.

It was then Natasha’s turn to admire your amazing work, a bright smile came across her face as she reached a certain piece of work.

“What’s this one of y/n?” Nat asked, as she held up the canvas to show you.

Your eyes grew wide and your cheeks flushed red, quickly you ran over to Nat and snatched the art work off her.

It was a painting of Bruce with the hulk standing tall above him, it truly was beautiful, as it was filled with all types of different greens across the canvas.

“I don't see any other fanart of us, care to explain?” She questioned, while Wanda sat next to her, her too with a growing smile over her face.

You held the piece of work close to your chest, as you rocked back and forth not knowing what to say.

“You like him, dont you?” Wanda inquired.

You didn't have to be a mind reader to know that you liked Bruce. From the moment you had met him you started falling for the scientist. Though you knew you’d never even have a chance to be with him. Sure the two of you were close friends but that was it, nothing more. And that sure did break you.

“Yeah, yeah i do. But i will never even have a chance with him, you know how he is. And besides, im a shape shifting freak.” You sighed, placing the canvas in a draw so no one else would find out, if they didn't already notice.

“And he turns into an enormous green rage monster, so? Have you seen the way he looks at you or anything else he does around you? He is head over heels in love with you!” Natasha addressed, making you softly smile at even imaging a chance with Bruce.

“Still- I don't know, don’t you girls have any love interests at the moment since we’re sharing?” You asked facing the two girls behind you, wanting to change the topic from yourself.

“Uh yeah no,” Natasha laughed as she put her feet up on the table, careful not to knock your work.

“What so not even the super soldier Steve?” Quickly you changed into Cap, in his full uniform, putting your hands on your hips in a proud looking stance.

“Aren’t i just everything you want in a man? Strong, handsome and courageous?” You said, making the girls laugh and soon after you join them, changing back into your normal appearance.

“I’m sorry that was rude,” You apologised after recollecting yourself, instantly feeling bad for mocking the avenger, going back to your work.

“No, no it was great actually. You nailed it.” Wanda commented, still trying to collect herself from her fit of laughter.

You found yourself again painting yet another picture of Bruce, you hadn’t even meant to. You smiled upon it looking at the bright greens that covered the canvas once again.

“What about you Wanda, anyone you’re crushing on like y/n over here?” Natasha asked, looking at the beautiful young woman on her left.

“No, no one here really appeals to me to be quite honest,” She replied as she fiddled with her long brunette locks.

“Hey, i thought you might want something like me? I’m- what was it? Oh yeah that's right- a genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist.” You spun back around changed into nonetheless, Tony Stark.

Again the room was filled with laughter, hardly anyone able to hold back their fit.

“Now that im not sorry for,” You cackled, before turning once again back to your art, changing to normal.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat but i’ve got to go, sorry girls” Natasha said, with a huff. Wanda too had to go as well, just as they went to leave they saw Bruce standing in the doorway.

“Bruce? What are you doing here?” Nat commented, her eyebrows furrowing, a slight smile spreading back across her lips.

Bruce looked flustered and completely confused. You quickly looked back upon hearing his name, butterflies now forming in your stomach. He hadn't been standing there that whole time without anyone noticing had he?

“I-uh-um, I’m sorry i- i didn't mean to pry but i came to talk to y/n but i-” Bruce stumbled upon his words, completely at loss because 1. He had just been caught snooping and 2. He found out you had feelings for him.

“You listened to our whole conversation, didn’t you?” Wanda interrupted, as the two girls put there hands upon their hips a playful smirk on their lips.

Bruce looked back and forth between the two girls, shoving his hands into his pockets before responding with only a slight defeated nod.

Your eyes widened and again your cheeks flushed. The room suddenly becoming an extra 10 degrees hotter as you felt your heart leap into your throat.

“Well, we’ll leave you two together to do some explaining,” And with that, you were left alone with the man you had yearned for from day one.

“Like i said, I’m sorry, i didn't mean to eavesdrop its just i heard-”

“It’s fine, Bruce. Listen, i’ve been wanting to tell you for ages how i felt about you but i just hadn’t known how to or if you even felt the same way,” You begun, as you slowly walked over to the scientist.

“And i'm fine if you don't, of course, i understand. These past months have been amazing and having you by my side is everything i've needed, you have no idea. I honestly don't know what i would have done without you.” You rambled, Bruce looking into your beautiful glowing e/c eyes.

“I’m sorry, i probably sound like an idiot.” You laughed covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Bruce chuckled, softly taking your hands away from your face and holding them now in his hands.

“You know, i’ve felt things with you that i’ve never felt with anyone else before. I could barely even put my head around it. But i finally began to understand and what i was feeling-” Bruce looked down laughing at himself, he couldn't believe what he was just about to confess. It was as if it was all some dream.

“I- I love you y/n.” He confessed before cupping a hand over your flushed cheek.

You brightly smiled, placing your hand on top of his, over your cheek. Leaning into his large callused hand.

“And i love you, Bruce,”

Suddenly Bruce softly placed his lips onto yours, it wasn't much but it was everything you had dreamed of. The soft touch of his lips on yours made you want to melt right there and then, it felt as though everything in the world didn't matter anymore.

The two of you pulled back, your foreheads resting on each other’s before Bruce spoke up.

“And i guess that means we can both be freaks together,”