#I’m having this typed by a close friend of mine since typing blindly didn’t help lol

[risewriter]

So, uhm. Tomorrow will also be a reblog? Hope you guys don’t mind.

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[miyaagis]

oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

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[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”

[just-jordie-things]

Unspoken Thing - JJ Maybank

word count: 2671 warnings: swearing summary: JJ and (y/n) have been in love since they were kids, yet never acted on their feelings.  But as they get older jealousy starts to seep into their ‘perfect’ friendship request: @sarcastic-space-weirdo: oooh can i please have jealous y/n thinking jj likes kiara and not her (she's oNe Of tHE bOyZz of course way more than kiara) but it was actually his intention just to divert(??)from the fact that he actually REAAAALLLY likes ₕᵤₕ ₕᵤₘ ₗₒᵥₑₛ y/n and doesn't want her to know or he's just dumb and a simp and doesn't know how to deal with his feelings?? so he frEAKING AVOIDS THE GIRL CAUSE IT'S TOO FREAKING MUCH AND MY BOY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING ᵢₜ'ₛ ₗₒᵥₑ (also pls some angsty people crying) (a/n): its not as angsty as it could have been but it’s still there lol ___

It wasn’t really a secret that (y/n) had a thing for JJ.  From day one it had been fairly obvious, to the Pogues and most of the island, really.

The pair had been inseparable since they’d met in grade school.  She’d met him their first day of kindergarden.  Some Kook kid was picking on him, and she thought it was mean.

So she’d marched up to the kid and smacked him on top of the head, before telling him to back off.  And just like that, her and JJ were attached at the hip.  

They were fiercely protective of each other, so much so that all common sense went out the window when one of them was in any trouble.  But that’s how it always was.

Sometime in high school things changed.  (y/n) couldn’t quite pinpoint when it was, she just remembered that one day they were best friends who surfed together and smoked together, and the next they were best friends who shared a bed most nights and some of those nights she’d wake up and be in his arms.

Over time, they both became more affectionate.  Casual touches began to linger, normal nicknames turned flirty, and eventually neither of them could sleep well if they weren’t together.

(y/n) was certain that JJ didn’t know when things changed either, but it never really mattered.  There was always an unspoken understanding that there was something more than friendship between them.  They weren’t in a relationship, he wasn’t her boyfriend, but there was still something there.

Clearly, she should have clarified what they were before blindly assuming that he felt the same unspoken thing she did.

Because it really sucked to see him flirt with Kiara.

John B’s arm nudged into her ribcage, drawing her out of her thoughts and back to reality.

The Pogues had gone down to the beach to hang out.  The tides weren’t great today so surfing was pretty much out of the question, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t picnic and smoke still.

Kiara had been wading around in the water, admiring the little fish and the shells she’d find, and JJ had all-too-excitedly followed her to help.

(y/n) hadn’t cared- of course she didn’t care, they were friends, and she was not the jealous type.  Jealousy could get toxic, and JJ wasn’t hers in the first place, so there were no grounds for her to be upset.

John B still noticed.

“What?” She asked, turning to look at him.

She wasn’t as appreciative of his knowing look as he thought she’d be.

“What, John B?” She asked, slightly annoyed.

His eyes wandered out to where JJ and Kiara were standing, a bit too close.  Just a bit.

(y/n) followed his line of sight, but quickly shut her mouth and stared back down at her feet.

Her and John B had been lying around, soaking up the sun and just enjoying the silence between them.  But now he’d gone and ruined the good vibe.

“Come on, (y/n/n)” He said, nudging her ribs again.

She swatted his hand away.

“I don’t know what your problem is” She mumbled, pretending to be oblivious.

John B rolled his eyes.

He’d been friends with both (y/n) and JJ for a long time now, almost as long as they’d been friends with each other.  So he knew well enough how stubborn the pair were when it came to admitting their feelings.

“Why don’t you guys just call it what it is?” He asked, but (y/n) didn’t respond.  She just sat and stared at her lap.  “You both obviously don’t want to see other people-”

“Obvious, huh?” She retorted, glancing back at where JJ and Kiara were laughing and kicking water at each other.

Cute.

(y/n) grimaced.

She turned back at John B, a helpless look in her eyes.  He frowned at her.

“You know JJ doesn’t like Kie-”

“Do I? Do I know that?” She asked.  She wasn’t trying to annoy him, but she was just so frustrated with herself that she ended up taking it out on him.  “I’m sorry, it’s just- it sucks.  Cause I- I just thought…”

She trailed off, not wanting to admit what she thought to him.  It was embarrassing, thinking someone was all yours when in reality that wasn’t true at all.

“It doesn’t matter,” She mumbled.  “He’s not mine, and I’m not his”

John B’s frown deepened, and he slid a little closer to her.  She looked back at him, a bit confused, but when he held his hand out to her, she melted, and gave in.

She took his hand and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes so that she didn’t have to watch Kiara and JJ having a blast.

“He’s just being stupid,” John B reassured quietly.  “He doesn’t even know it, that’s how stupid he is”

(y/n) giggled, squeezing his hand gently.

“He is pretty stupid, huh?” She mumbled back.

“Very much so.  But you know how much he cares about you, it’s clear that he’s, yaknow, in love with you,”

She didn’t say anything, but John B knew that she understood him.

“He doesn’t know how to say it, that’s all.  JJ’s not good with his words, you know that”

“Yeah, I know” (y/n) whispered, starting to feel tired from being in the sun all day and now half-laying on John B.

“You better know, you’re the one who trained him” John B teased.

She laughed, properly now, lifting her head to smack him gently in the chest.  He hit her back, starting a small fight, before eventually she gave in and surrendered.

It was getting late in the day, and with all the pining and the heat, she was just ready to go back to the Chateau, have a big meal, and then pass out on the sofa.  That way she wouldn’t have to wake up to JJ crawling into bed with her.  She’s not sure she can spend the night with him tonight.

“I think I’m gonna head out,” She said with a small yawn.  “I bet Pope’s made something for dinner and I wanna get back before it’s cold”

“Alright,” John B said, watching her stand up and grab her towel and backpack.  “Would you rather go to The Wreck?” He asked as an afterthought.

“Right now?” She asked him, following his eyes as he stood up with her.

“Sure, we can get some food and then head home” He shrugged.

“Aright” (y/n) shrugged back.

She liked calling John B’s place home, because that’s what it was.  Since his Uncle T pretty much moved out, it’s just been him, her and JJ, and it’s been great.  She hated staying at home where her parents were always preoccupied with anything that wasn’t her, and JJ would probably never stay at home again, so it was perfect.

Her and John B left the beach together, deciding to just walk into town so they could talk more.  It wasn’t often that they got one on one time, and he was probably her best friend, so it was nice.

Plus, she hadn’t been able to talk about her feelings for JJ this much before, and he really helped her figure out what to do about their little situation.  

There were some tears, some laughter, as she tried her best to explain what she’d been feeling, but John B was there to hug her tight and remind her that her feelings for JJ were definitely reciprocated, even if he was a dumbass sometimes.

Maybe some of his advice was… boy-ish, but it was advice nonetheless.  And she didn’t get it anywhere else. ___

When JJ went back to the Chateau, he couldn’t deny that a small part of him was pretty fucking pissed off with John B.

Alright, it was a large part of him.  He was just about fuming when he went inside, ready to fight his best friend if he had to.  He didn’t want to, but he felt he was left with no other choice after the stunt he’d pulled.

What he found when he barged into the house instead, was (y/n).

She was curled up on the sofa, in her bikini and one of JJ’s shirts she’d stolen so long ago it was pretty much hers now.  If he asked her about it, she probably wouldn’t even remember that it was his first.

The sight made him soften for a moment, and for a moment, he completely forgot about his anger.  She looked so peaceful, like a little armadillo, it made him smile.

He wandered into the living room to grab one of John B’s throw blankets, so that she’d keep warm as she napped.  But as soon as he’d grabbed the blanket, John B himself came into the room, and JJ’s anger came back again.

“You son of a bitch-!” He yelled, but was just as quickly shushed by John B, who pointed at (y/n’s) sleeping self.

“Let’s go outside” John B said, already walking out to the porch, JJ right on his heel.

As soon as the door opened, he was yelling again.

“You knew I liked her, you knew I-”

“Hold on-” John B put a hand up, his brows furrowed in confusion.  “What the hell are you talking about dude?”

“(y/n), obviously!” JJ said, smacking John B upside the head.

“Hey-”

“What the fuck were you thinking? Flirting with her like that-”

“Okay, jesus, calm down,” John B groaned.  “I wasn’t flirting with her, for one, we were hanging out, because we’re friends.  And secondly, you were off all day with Kiara!”

JJ frowned at the accusation, even though it was a fair one.

“And if you had even an ounce of common sense, you would have realized how upset you made (y/n) today, but how could you notice when you were the one flirting with another girl?”

That hit him hard, he didn’t even know what to say.

But all of the jealousy fades away when he realizes what John B was telling him.  He’d made her jealous today, while he was trying to avoid his feelings all together.

“So what were you thinking?” John B asked.  “You know she’s in love with you man, and I know you love her too, so why would you-”

“I didn’t know what to do,” JJ answered lamely, before John B could even finish.  “I know that we’re something, but I don’t know what, and I don’t know what to do about it and… and I thought maybe it’d just be best if she didn’t like me anymore…”

“What the fuck?”

Both boys jumped, not having heard (y/n) approach, but there she was on the other side of the screen door.  She’d wrapped the blanket JJ had dropped on her around her shoulders, and she was staring at the blonde boy with a hurt expression.

John B cringed, opening the door to let her out on the porch, but she stayed on the doorstep.

“Why would you think that?” She murmured.

“I…” JJ opened his mouth to speak, but no real words came out.  He ended up gaping like a fish out of water.

“I’m gonna give you guys some space” John B said, quickly sliding past (y/n) in an attempt to get out of the awkward moment as fast as possible.

(y/n) stepped outside, shutting the door behind her as she stared at JJ.

“I can’t do this anymore,” She admitted before she could chicken out.  “I can’t do this whole ‘what are we’ game anymore, I didn’t care before but- but I do now,” Her eyes meet his, on the verge of tears in fear that he’s going to end this before it could even begin.  “And I guess how you really feel about me,”

She blinks the tears out of her eyes as best as she can, her hands holding tighter to the blanket around her, and she hopes- no- prays that he doesn’t end it.

“What are we, JJ?” She whispers out.

He looks at her, really looks at her, and he feels heartbroken, because she looks heartbroken.  It hits him how badly he fucked up today, and how he really let her down.  But this is his chance to fix it, and finally decide what they meant to each other.

And he took that chance.

He stepped forward, closing the space between them and taking her face in his hands.

Her eyes blow wide as she looks up at him, surprised by the action.  It had been years of playing this game, of dancing this dance, and finally, he’d made a move.

“You’re mine” He said softly, surely.  It was the one fact they’d both known their whole lives.

She smiled back at him, before leaning up on the tips of her toes to meet him halfway in a sweet kiss.

His lips were warm, and chapped, but soft, and everything she’d always expected them to feel like.  It hardly felt like a first kiss, it felt like she’d been kissing him all this time.

And she sure wished she had been, because damn she was missing out.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck, the blanket she’d been wearing like a cape fell from her shoulders, landing in a pile on the porch.  

They were oblivious to their friends in the window, gawking at them, and exchanging money from bets they’d made years ago.

When they parted, JJ caught sight of them, but with a quick glare and a shooing motion, they were out of sight.

(y/n) turned to see what he’d been looking at, but his hands reached for her waist, bringing her attention back to him as soon as his hands met her bare skin.

She grinned at him, hands sliding around his neck before smoothing over his shoulders.

“No more flirting with John B, alright?” He asked, and (y/n) chuckled.

“I don’t recall ever flirting with John B,” She told him.  “I do recall you ditching me all day…”

She was only messing with him, but the smirk on her face was intoxicating.

“Make a deal with me?” He asked, holding his hand out towards her.

She grinned back at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Not ignore what’s between us anymore?” He asked, quietly, like he was nervous, but it made her smile even wider, and placed her hand in his.

“Deal, Maybank,” She murmured, before grabbing her blanket from the ground.  “Now come on, I’m tired, let’s go to bed”

Like a dog, he beamed as he followed close behind her into the Chateau.

“Bed huh?” He asked, a little too eager.

“Calm down, blondie,” (y/n) giggled as he excitedly shut the guest room door behind them.  “I’m exhausted, we’re going to sleep”

She crawled into bed, not caring that she hadn’t changed into pajamas.  It had been a long day, and she wanted nothing more than to doze off in his arms.

“That’s fine, I love sleeping,” JJ replied, following her into bed, and quickly hastily pulling her into his arms.  She giggled again as he caged her in tightly against his chest.  “Sleeping is the best, it’s one of my favorite things to do-”

“Alright, hon, I get it” She said, wiggling out of his firm clutch to rest more comfortably.

Her head rested against his chest as her arms wound around his torso.  JJ let his hands wander a little further down her back than usual, but no one was complaining.

“You wanna go on a date tomorrow?” He mumbled into her hair, already feeling tired just from her holding him.

Her hand fisted into the material of the back of his tee shirt as she nodded.

“Where d’you wanna go?”

“I dunno.  The Wreck?”

“Hm,” She hummed.  “Or we can just go smoke on the beach”

“Fuck, I’m so in love with you, you’re my dream girl”

___

xoxo ~ jordie

[smol-and-grumpy]

Cross My Heart - CH.12

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Reader; Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

Warnings: Flangst

WC: 2347

SERIES MASTERLIST

The next day Dean had moved her to another safe house and they had spent the two days far away from anyone. She didn’t really ask him why, not that it matters to her anymore, anyway. They have everything they need here and they didn’t want to risk going into town and expose her to the public eye. Not when Chuck’s plan comes to an end today.

Dean texted Chuck this morning, telling Chuck their coordinates but it was the one from their second safe house. Not this one. He does have something in mind and even though he hasn’t told her about his plans, she thinks she kind of knows. 

The safe house they’re in now is apparently not really a safe house. Dean said he spent a lot of time here and it’s close by a lake. They took a stroll there once and she liked it. Likes the quiet of it and somehow when she was there, standing by the lake and breathing in the fresh air, it felt like her problems were all gone. 

She doesn’t know what’s going to happen next. Only knows that they don’t want to go back to what they were. There’s no going back. Not after all she’s been through. 

When it’s safe for her to go back, though, she’s determined to find a lawyer and divorce Chuck. She doesn’t even care about the money, it was never about the money. It was about Chuck’s reputation all along and the only loser in this is going to be her. Because she’s sure that Chuck will be able to turn this all around and make out that she’s the one to blame for the divorce. But strangely, she’s ready to take that fall. Maybe because she knows that Dean’ll have her back, no matter what.

Dean has fucked her on every surface of their new cabin, and has made her come more in the last days than she ever did in the marriage with Chuck. But it’s not only about that. It’s also about the way he treats her. He never made her feel uncomfortable, never did pressure her into anything and it makes her wonder if a relationship should be like that? She never knew anything else than what she had with Chuck. 

While Dean’s still in the showers, she decides to cook them breakfast. She hasn’t cooked in a while, though, kind of hopes that it’s going to be edible at all.

She turns the bacon in the pan and jumps up when she feels an arm coming around her waist, before Dean lays his chin on her shoulder.

“Smells good,” Dean whispers, “Could eat you up.” His other hand that’s not around her waist slips beneath her shirt, and she doesn’t wear any panties, which grants Dean a super easy access. 

“Dean,” She chuckles as he kisses along her neck, his scruff tickling her. His other hand palms over her ass, squeezes it lightly. She gasps, letting her head fall back against his broad shoulders, “I’ll burn them.”

He kisses along her cheek, “It’s not my fault you look so fucking delicious,” His hand goes between the crack of ass cheeks, toys with her pussy from the rear, “No underwear, too. How am I supposed to resist you like this?” He dips two fingers in easily, she’s still plenty wet from his teasing in bed this morning, right before he pushed himself up and went to take a shower, leaving her hot and bothered.

Dean’s a total tease. She had learned this the hard way. And apparently, his willpower is stronger than hers.

“Dean, the bacon,” She warns him, doesn’t really want him to stop though. She keens, arches her back, wants more of it. 

He chuckles, his chest rumbles and she can feel the vibrations on her back. Taking his fingers out, Dean licks at them. She turns her head and he grins cockily, “You’re right. That would be a waste of bacon if you’d burn them,” He kisses her forehead and helps her set up the table as if nothing happened. As if she wasn't so close to coming on his fingers. 

They eat in silence and Dean’s kind of absent. She can see that bodyguard Dean’s back. Can see it in the tense of his shoulder. He frowns more and is more lost in his thoughts. 

Y/N offers to do the dishes afterwards, leaving Dean time to do whatever’s on his mind. He starts up the laptop, they still haven’t heard anything from Chuck yet regarding the coordinates Dean sent out. But she also knows that Dean has a plan because he’s typing away at something on his laptop. It seems like he’s chatting to someone. 

After she’s done the dishes, she sits down with him and watches him work on his firearms. He’s cleaning them and checking them up. It looks so easy, Dean calloused fingers working swiftly. She bets he can do it blindly and she blushes when she thinks where his fingers have been moments before. 

“Am I turning you on?” There’s that cocky smirk again and he’s full on looking at her while his hands are still working on his gun.

“No?” She says but she blushes some more, has to squeeze her thighs together to ease the throbbing that she feels between them.

Dean sorts out a laugh, “Liar,” With his next breath he asks, “Can you handle a gun?”

It’s her turn to grin, her lips stretched big on her face.

“Not mine, Christ, Y/N.” He almost rolls his eyes.

“Oh,” She giggles, “Then no.”

“Maybe you should learn how to use one.” 

“Yeah,” She says, “Maybe,” But actually she doesn’t want to. She can barely cook without hurting herself, she doesn’t think having access to a loaded gun will be any good.

Dean looks back to the gun, assembles it quickly before he works on his other one. She doesn’t know why he has so many. 

“You ever killed anyone?” She asks, and then thinks that it’s a really stupid question because he’s an ex-marine and was deployed, and of course he killed at least one other person, he must have. 

His face changes and there’s a growing crease between his eyebrows, “Yeah,” Dean says. It’s almost a whisper, “Yeah, I have.”

“In the war?”

Dean nods, and turns his gaze back to the gun. 

She doesn’t press further, just sits there and watches him. And after a while, Dean starts to talk again.

“I was on a mission, we’re twelve of us. And it was all routine until there was an explosion that blocked our way and they came jumping out from their hiding spots. We were surrounded without an escape.”

Dean takes the cloth and wraps it around his finger, dips it into some kind of grease and starts to clean the gun with it, “More than half of us didn’t get out of there. And I was with Cas.”

“Cas is an ex-marine too?”

He chuckles lightly, “Yeah, doesn’t look like it, though. He had some troubles adjusting when we came back and he’s been battling his inner demon since.”

“You do too.”

“More than you know.” Dean clears his throat, “Cas got stabbed in his thigh on that day. A young guy launched forward and I tackled him to the ground. Everyone was struggling at keeping the enemy at bay and as far away as we could, and I straddled that guy while bullets were still raining on us.”

Dean grips his gun a little tighter, the white of his knuckles showing, “I still remember the look in his eyes. He was maybe barely legal, and while I looked at him, his face turned white. All I could see was the fear in his eyes. He was so fucking terrified and that’s when I thought, he’s a human being too, y’know.”

She nods.

“And then I thought that the last thing he’ll ever see is my face, and that’s no way to die. The last thing you see should be of someone you love and not of someone who’s going to shoot you in the head. I decided to quit right then and there. I don’t want to be at the receiving end, if I can avoid it.”

Dean sniffs a little, tears pool in his eyes and she gets up, walks around the table to stand next to him. She lays her hand on his shoulder until he tilts his head towards her, leans it against her stomach and she cradles his face, strokes his head. 

“But now you’re still working a dangerous job.” She says because it’s true. He could get shot either. 

He lets go of the cloth and his gun, wraps his arms around her waist and stares up at her, his chin resting on her stomach, “Not every bodyguard job is the same. 99% of it it’s just me trying to protect people from crazy fans. There’s nothing really dangerous about it.”

“I’m sorry.” She says, feeling guilty to have dragged him into this. 

“Don’t be,” He turns her around in his grip, makes her sit on his lap sideways and noses at her temple, “Besides, I think after this is done, I’ll quit.”

“You will?” She asks him and he chuckles, kisses her cheek.

“Yeah,” Dean’s voice is low, the bass transfers over to her body, “I met this girl and I think, when this is all over, I’ll ask her out.”

At the mention of a girl her heart drops into her stomach and there’s a momentary numbness but then her lips spread into a small smile upon realization, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if she would say yes, though.”

She turns her head, kisses his nose, “I think she will.”

“You think so?” He raises his eyebrows. 

“I know so.” Her hand comes up, paints along Dean’s face with her thumb. There are so many freckles, and she thinks she’s memorized them all by now.

He replicates her smile, holds her just a little tighter and rests his chin on her shoulder, “I wanna take you out properly. Take you places you wanna go. Wanna walk around, holding your hand. Wanna take you to meet my friends, and I wanna meet yours, if you — ”

Dean gets interrupted by his phone. 

It’s an unknown number to him because he frowns but she knows the number by heart. It’s Meg’s.

“Meg,” She whispers and Dean picks up, putting her friend on speaker.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?” Meg’s voice is loud and furious.

“Woah, Meg, calm down, will ya?” Dean’s almost equally loud but maybe because Meg is so loud. She’s sobbing on the other end, too.

“You killed her, didn’t you? I’m on my way to the police station, by the way, don’t even think that you can get away with this!”

“I killed who?” Dean growls.

“Y/N!”

It’s then that Y/N speaks up, “Meg, I’m okay, nothing happened to me. Don’t go to the police!”

“Oh my god. Oh thank god, you’re alive. You’re really okay? Oh my god!”

“I’m really okay,” She gets out from Dean’s lap and stands next to him, one hand on his shoulder to calm him down because she can feel his blood boiling underneath, “What makes you think that I’m not okay?”

Dean’s already typing in her name in google and clicked on the first link that shows up. 

  BREAKING: A SEVERED RING FINGER WITH WEDDING RING SENT TO FAMOUS RECORD MOGUL CHUCK SHURLEY

  The article mentioned that Chuck has identified the finger as hers and there’s a picture of the engagement ring and her wedding band. 

Her jaw drops.

“Y/N? Still there?” Meg asks between sniffs.

“That’s total bullshit!” Y/N cries out, “I haven’t worn my wedding band in ages except I had to play the happy wife.”

Dean’s been awfully quiet. His lips are pressed into a tight line. 

“Why would someone do that?” Meg asks, “And why doesn’t Chuck say that you’re safe with your bodyguard?”

Dean clears his throat, “Because if Chuck says it was me, he’ll be going down himself. He’s not a fucking idiot, unfortunately. He knows that I have all the evidence that I’m hired to keep her safe and he got all the updates on our whereabouts by texts and emails.” 

“But whose finger is it? Ewwww,” Meg sounds disgusted, “And why?”

“Meg,” Dean says, “Does anyone know that you have my number?”

“No,”

“Good, keep it a secret. Don’t go to the police. Play along, be the distraught friend. Don’t reveal to anyone that Y/N’s safe and sound. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Y/N hears Meg squealing on the other end and even Dean has to chuckle at that. 

“Right, Meg, please, please stay away from Chuck until I know what’s going on, okay? If you stay away he won’t be able to bother you to ask if you’ve heard from me.” She tells her friend.

“Of course.” Meg says, “Alright, I need to go back to work then. I’m so glad that you’re okay. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

Dean disconnects Meg and they both stare at each other, neither of them know what to think about it.

He pinches at the bridge of his nose, “How did he get the rings?”

“I have them in my jewelry box. I didn’t take them with me. Where do you think he has got the finger from?” 

She places her hand on her stomach, feels nauseous just thinking about it. 

“I guess we’ll know when the finger has been examined. Unless he succeeds in manipulating the test results as well.”

“Dean, what’s going on?” She feels her tears pooling, one of them drips down her cheek. She doesn't even want to cry. 

He stands up and wraps his big arms around her, making her disappear into his chest, “I don’t know. I don’t like it but I got you, alright? We’ll figure it out.”

CH.13

[supersizemeplz]

Screams in the Night

Part Three

Werewolf!Erik x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. A continuation of the mini collection of fics. Long awaited, and I hope you enjoy. I know it’s not halloween yet, but we’re just going with the flow.

Sound

Leaves. Loud. Crunchy. Engulfing. Its sounds surrounded you as if there was on an endless path of leaves ahead of you. Their shifting and moving were the only thing to let you know you were still outside.

Smell.

Outside. Speaking of outside, it smelt like it. If that made sense. Mud. Grass. Flowers. Dirt. All of the smells hitting you at once. Their distinct aromas mixing with the air around you. You felt so dirty.

Touch

Dirty. Ugh. You definitely felt that. Though your hands were bound by the wrists above your head, your body could still feel. You could feel your fear coursing through you. You could feel that your were being dragged. You could feel the mud and dirt against the back of your thighs and legs as you slid along. You could feel the burn of the rope that held your wrists in bondage as he tugged you away. You could feel the burning of your scrapes and scars, both fresh and not too old. There was no way you weren't bleeding, if even just a bit.

Taste

Blood. Speaking of it. You could taste the metallic of it in your mouth. There were plenty of nasty falls you'd taken. With those came a few bites to your tongue and definitely a busted lip. Licking the wound of your lip subconsciously, you now knew for a fact that you'd busted your shit. You couldn't see it but it was there.

Sight

See. Close, open. You couldn't really see shit from the slits of your eyes. Close, open. Whether it was you hitting you head a few times or the last hit you'd taken when you tried to escape the truck, it had done a number on you. Your head was aching a little though it was the least of your worries. Close, open. So focused on trying to get a glimpse of something helpful -maybe even a sign of where you were- you were using your energy to fight the sleep that had been trying to invade. Close, open. Nothing. You couldn't make out a damned thing. You were so fucked. Close..Close..Closed. Your eyelids wouldn't budge.

So fucked.

.......

"Ahhh, and my omega awakens.." His voice greeted you. Raspy and distorted from your grogginess. "How are we feeling?" Squinting your eyes, you could only make out one thing in the mass of light.

His shadowy figure. Strong and dominant.

"Fuckk." Your groan was soft as you winced. Damn near unnoticed by the half distracted male that shared the room with you. The head ache had eased but the soreness from your cuts and bruises were still there. Dull, but there. "Where.. where am I?"

He turned to you, smiling. "You're safe, princess. Don't worry." You'd only made that out because the light caught those golden canines aside from faint facial features. At least your vision was getting better. "I patched you up, though it'll take a while for some of the scars to heal."

You blinked a few more times, slowly clearing your vision up to really take things in. He finally came into view, back turned as he messed with something on the dresser. Looking around, you took in the setting.

Soft, dark bed sheets soothed your skin. The silk cool as you softly moved your covered legs. You could bend them though it hurt a bit. As long as you could move and use them, that's all that mattered. Pillows cushioned you as you rested in a propped position. Looking to your left, there was a nightstand. Nearly blank aside from a clock and a water bottle.

"I'm sure that you feel the beating your body took from running. The medicine is most likely wearing off.." He turned to you, finally revealing his face. A faded scar rested above his eye, bandaged but healed faster than you'd ever seen. You stared at it as he approached. ".. here take these. It'll help."

You became alert at that, moving away from the paper cup of pills he offered. A small gasp left your lips when you'd tried to lift your hands to knock the medicine away. Bracelets of some sort that had your wrists glued to the bed without chains or ropes. "What the fuck?" Meeting his eyes, you could see the amusement in them.

"As feisty as you are, I needed to have some type of security.." He sat on the bed next to you, chuckling. "For my protection, of course. Now.. Be a good girl and open up." The cup came closer to your lips and you folded them in. Like a child who refused to eat their veggies.

He leaned forward, blindly sitting the pills on the nightstand. "You're as feisty as you wanna be.. huh?" His words were slow and directed as he spoke. Him cracking a smile, you kept his eye contact to show your dominance. You hate that he'd smelled so heavenly, and if your mouth wasn't so dry you'd spit at him. The faint aroma of his cologne was working against you.

You mumbled a curse at him, hoping to hurt his ego a bit. Though he took the insult without a change in interest for you. It'd attracted him more. Admiring your full lips, he licked his own. "So pretty, yet your mouth is filthy." He chuckled, lifting his hand to brush a finger against your cheek.

You moved your head again, leaning from his touch more. "I'm not doing shit until you get me out of these cuffs." He watched you as you spoke. His gaze fell on your lips again while he sat quietly. Standing from the bed, he picked up the medicine once again.

"Let's make a deal. I'm a reasonable guy.." His words were accompanied by the crackling of the water bottle from the nightstand. "I'll get rid of the cuffs, if you take your pills and promise to be good for me. I know you're in pain and don't want you suffering like that. Deal?"

You'd been ignoring the throbbing of your head for a while, focusing all your attention on him. The pain from your legs were a bit nagging as well. Soreness held your back captive and you looked to the pills before you. Dammit, you did need them. "If it makes you feel any batter, they're aleeve. Store bought, I promise." He added and you glared at him.

Sighing in defeat, you slowly nodded your head. Agreeing to take the possible capsules of death. He smiled at your answer, bringing them to your parted lips. "That's a good girl." His words followed with the bottle of water. You couldn't help but gulp that down, leaving nearly nothing in the bottle. "See. You're fine, no funny business."

He was right. You'd felt no different as you sat there, but you wait a while to see if it really would help your pain. "And our deal?" Looking to him, he nodded. With two taps to his phone, you were free. The cuffs falling from your wrists and ankles with ease. Immediately, you rubbed your wrists with a hiss. You didn't care to thank him, rewarding him instead with silence.

He moved back across the room, tossing the paper cup into a small trash bin. Once he'd disposed of the water bottle, he rested back against the wall before you. His eyes were on you, watching you as you silently looked to the bed sheets. It was almost as if you had accepted your fate, which surprised due to the short time its been since you came too.

You thought back to the car ride to the haunted trail. You, your boyfriend, and your friends belting out the lyrics to your playlist. The laughter that came when your boyfriend tried to hit a high note, as if he could ever match pitch with Beyoncè. Your bestfriend cheering him on, and her boyfriend finding that to be the funniest thing on earth. Those were your last happy moments with them. They were gone, and you were left to only remember them.

After what seemed like forever, you finally spoke up. He'd waited until you were ready. "Why me?" You mumbled, catching his attention. He stood of from his relaxed position, stepping forward to the bed. You didn’t acknowledge that, waiting for his answer. “What’s so fucking special about me?”

He rounded the bed slowly, faintly grinning as his hand trailed along your leg. Tingles followed his touch the farther up he went. He stopped just above your knee, chuckling to himself. “I can’t actually put my finger on it. It’s like.. I was honestly planning to be on my best behavior. Then you came along, your scent hit me first. I’d perked up like a cub at your sweet, sweet scent..” Taking a deep breath, he smiled as he exhaled.

You furrowed your eyebrows, disturbed by the darkness news that engulfed his pupils. “I’d played it off, nonchalantly looking for the owner. Then your group walked up, and once I laid eyes on you. My heart sped up.” He licked his lips, giving you that handsome smile of his. Why were all the fine men you encountered weird in some way? “Then you spoke and your voice was like honey. Soft and sweet with those alluring eyes to match. And like a sailor to a siren, I was in a trance.”

He looked to your lips, catching your chin as he leaned closer. You held your breath, captured by his beautiful eyes. A small gasp leaving your lips. “Don’t you see, princess. You had to be mine.”

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[hollandspiderling]

Shopping Challenge | Blurb Request | Tom Holland x You

“Hi, can you write a tom holland blurb about tom and reader doing the “buying everything my girlfriend touches” challenge with reader at expensive places and end up spending huge money and harry and sam are like “what are you doing, She will empty your bank account”? I don’t know if you are familiar with the challenge, but the girlfriend is blindfolded so she doesn’t know what she is touching and the boyfriend has to buy everything she touches.” - @photoshopart15

Here you go, lovely! I hope you like it haha I’ve seen different variations of this challenge but I’m hoping I gave it the justice it deserves! Thank you so much for reading and sending in a request! xoxo, Astrid  ❤

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“Baby, say hi to everyone!” you happily greeted Tom with a camera recording, skipping towards Harrison, Harry, and him who were walking in front of you.

The four of you ended up going to Rodeo Drive because someone had suggested that you and Tom do one of the viral couple challenges on Tik Tok. It was the summer and the boys had decided to spend their vacation with you along with all their other friends in the City of Angels. You and Tom met each other through Jacob at one of his parties when you were finally gaining momentum as a fashion and beauty Youtuber. You didn’t think that he’d know who you were, but surprised when he mentioned a couple of your videos. It was easy to say that things kicked off for you two and ended up planning a date by the end of the night, with the not so subtle help of Jacob. From there it was the blossoming of your budding relationship with Tom. Since he had just wrapped up filming for his upcoming movie, it was easy for him to spend long amounts of time with you in LA. Every now and then it’d be you who would take the time to fly out to London to spend some time with his close circle of friends and family. Then one day, one teeny little slip up on a live through social media was what exposed your relationship to the world. But thankfully, you guys were welcomed warmly. This was probably because him and the boys were regular faces on your vlogs and Jacob was also one of your best friends.

Now here you were, currently walking through the infamous area that is known for its luxury stores and focused on taking some shots for your B-roll. Harry was hovering behind you to help you get the perfect shots and gave you some tips that you didn’t know yet. Not far from you, Harrison and Tom were standing underneath a nearby awning. Tom was mindlessly playing with the blindfold you handed him when you guys got out of the car while Harrison snickered at the current state of his best friend and Harry could only shake his head.

“Oi, I can’t believe you really said yes to this challenge.”

Tom snapped out of his daze from admiring you and he rubbed his neck sheepishly, keeping his eyes on you.

“What can I say man? I can’t really say no to her.”

“But you had to choose Rodeo Drive? Mate, we could’ve just gone to Target for this.” Harrison incredulously laughed.

“I know, she even said it was okay to do that but…” Tom trailed off and shrugged with a love struck smile on his face.

“But what- no Thomas. Absolutely not. You are not going to be like this! The boys and I can’t lose you. You can’t be that whipped for her.”

Tom laughed as Harrison fake cried and tried to hug and kiss him. “You’re supposed to be only mine, Holland.”

“Well, too bad. Go cry me a river because Tom is mine, Haz.” You smirked as you recorded their small interaction then laughed when Harrison continued to be affectionate towards Tom.

Tom playfully pushed Harrison away from him and slung his arm over his best friend’s shoulders, focusing their attention on you to find out what was going to happen next. Handing the camera to Harry, he took on the role as the videographer for the day and you smiled at the boys.

“Alright babe, what are your rules and restrictions? I know you said it’s going to be okay, but what is okay for you?” You asked.

You watched as your boyfriend pursed his lips and you couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Tom was the type of boyfriend who would give you the entire world if he could. A part of you was worried of what the public would think, but it was Tom’s decision to bring you to Rodeo Drive for the challenge. He reassured you that everything is going to be okay and if he needed to, you guys could clarify things before the actual footage played. Then again, Tom also mentioned that it was better to ‘go big or go home.’ Mentally rolling your eyes at the memory, you bit your lip in anticipation for his rules.

“For this challenge, I’ll allow you to go into three stores of your choice. You have 5 minutes and whatever you touch, I’ll buy it for you.”

“I think five minutes could be too long, Tom.” Harry said in a sing-song voice.

“What are you doing, Thomas? Y/N’s going to empty your bank account.” Harrison jokingly said and poked the side of your stomach.

You stuck your tongue out in retaliation but sighed to yourself. Even you knew that Tom was going too lenient on you.

“Babe, I love you, but I think five minutes is too long too. I’d say two to three minutes depending on big the store is.”

“I think I can work with that, so what are your choices?”

Holding out your hand, he handed you the blindfold and you began to make your way towards the first shop: Balenciaga. You smirked to yourself as you heard the boys whistle and began to put on your blindfold while Harry went to make sure that it was okay to film in the store. Tom helped you secure the blindfold and Harry shouted the okay.

“Ready, love?” he murmured into your ear.

You nodded, excitement flowing throughout your body. Harrison announced that he got the timer ready and in a blink of a second, you were on the go. Tom was right by your side to help guide you as you grabbed whatever you could in the said time frame. The same thing went on for your other stores of choice: Louis Vuitton and Vera Wang. Once everything was finished, Tom made sure that everything you picked out was to your size and you guys went home.

Back at the boys’ apartment for the summer, you were glad to see that everything you chose ended up being in a singular bag from each store. Harry was back to filming and Tom set the three bags in front of you while Harrison prepared well-deserved cocktails for everyone. Your excited and happy chatter filled the air as the boys watched you react to what you blindly picked out.

“Do you like your picks?” Tom asked as he watched your reactions to what you pulled out.

You nodded happily and said, “I’m glad I managed to snag some things that I can frequently wear but also some day to day necessities and accessories that I needed for work.”

Harrison reappeared with the drinks as you neatly put everything back into the bags. You laughed as you noticed Tom take a longer sip than usual after everyone received their drinks.

“I’m sorry babe, I really am. But you were the one that insisted…” You said and he reassuringly rubbed your thigh.

“It’s okay babe, if you’d like, we can do a part two where I get to do it.”

You beamed and pecked his cheek. “I was just thinking that, and it could be a great way to even it out. But really, thank you so much for doing this. I would have been totally fine with going to Target, but you never fail to surprise me. I love you, Tommy.”

He lovingly kissed your forehead and said, “Anything for you sweetheart, you are my absolute world. I love you too, Y/N.”

“Uh excuse me, we’re still here y’know.” Harrison coughed while Harry cringed behind the camera. Everyone burst out laughing as you all continued to relax for the day.

[atiny-orbit1219]

Internet Connection

*Pairing: Idol Johnny Suh

*Genre: Fluff (There isn’t enough Johnny fluff these days, y’all some horny bitches)

*Plot idea: Most idols do indeed have a private twitter account where they like to see what their fans are talking about and interact with them secretly. Johnny was one of those idols. He loved seeing what NCTzens were up to and found it flattering how many times they called him daddy and offered to let him choke them. One day as he was scrolling through his twitter feed he saw a tweet that caught his eye. “Who has the biggest dick?” in the poll list was his name, so he commented. “Johnny of course.”

*Word count: 3,600

*Warnings: Cussing, a lot of dick talk, so cliche like this could never happen

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Were you really going to post this? Is twitter fame really worth it? You were contemplating as you laid on the floor of your bedroom. Did you have a perfectly comfortable bed two inches away from you? Yes, yes you did, but you evoked your bed privileges as you typed up the tweet you knew would give you likes and comments but throw your morals out of the window. Your finger hovered over the large post button. You groaned, the hand clutching your phone falling to the ground. “I can’t.” you finally decided. It’s sexualizing men and as a feminist at heart, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. What if some fanboy asked “Who has the biggest tits?” well the answer is Jihyo but ethically it isn’t right. He’d have his account suspended within hours. Even if your account is slowly dying you shouldn’t stoop so low. You looked up at the ceiling, your free hand resting on your stomach. You let out the long breath you didn’t know you were holding, since when did you become so desperate for the validation of people you’ve never even met in real life, so what if your follower numbers went down? So what if you’re only averaging fifteen likes per tweet? “That’s right? Why does it matter? It doesn’t… totally doesn’t.” You say to yourself, attempting to convince the voice in your head that is telling you to post the poll.

Maybe your finger slipped. Maybe you did it on purpose, you don’t really remember, the only thing you can see is your phone buzzing rapidly as the twitter notifications start coming. Within hours your “Who has the biggest dick?” Poll became your most viral tweet to date. With the options being Lucas, Johnny, Mingyu, and Mingi it was safe to say the comments were heated and the votes were split. You hated the fact that you liked seeing the likes and comments go up, were you a bad person for posting? Or are the people on twitter bad for engaging? You spent the rest of the night on your hardwood floor, bobby pins and wires digging into your back, but you deserved it. You even refused to look at your walls, too ashamed to face the NCT posters that were hung up neatly. Ever since you decided to join stan twitter you promised yourself you wouldn’t become one of those accounts who post just for attention, you just wanted to make friends who had the same interests as you. You got your first taste of twitter fame when you made a joke about idols having private twitters and seeing the horny tweets dedicated to them and it soon became addicting after that. Now that thought sent shivers down your spine and you prayed it wasn’t real as you have just become one of those thirsty tweets. Even as you close your eyes to sleep you can’t help but ignore the constant buzzing that came from your phone next to you. After a few moments of considering putting it on do not disturb you finally decided that is the best option. You lift your phone up, but before you can slide up to the options screen you see a comment that catches your eye. ‘Hands down Johnny of course’.

You tap on the account that posted the comment, the layout was borning and the username basic, but this person didn’t follow you and you didn’t follow them. You just shrug and go back to the comment, smiling softly despite yourself as you typed. ‘I don’t know… Have you seen Lucas’s hands?’ Lucas was currently winning with the votes and you couldn’t disagree, it makes sense. Not even five minutes after you replied you were sent a DM request from none other than the mysterious Johnny dick defender. ‘I think you’re mistaken, Johnny is definitely winning in that category ;)’ You couldn’t help but laugh, your thumbs gliding across the keyboard as you typed your response. ‘You’re very passionate about this, where’s your proof?’ You asked, waiting for his reply. ‘I think you just have to trust me on this one’ You scoffed and started to type, ‘My mom told me not to trust strangers on the internet’

‘Your mom is a smart woman. What’s your name?’

‘What makes you think I’ll tell you?’

‘Didn’t you join twitter to make friends? I can’t be your friend if I don’t know your name.’

‘I joined twitter to talk to more K-pop fans, I’m sorry but your coffee layout and username isn’t cutting it’

‘There what about now.’

You tilted your head slightly wondering what he changed his layout to and you had to stifle your laughter when you saw it. An entire layout of predebut Johnny and the username @John’sbigpenis. You covered your mouth, keeping your quiet giggles in as you went back to the chat, typing quickly with one hand.

‘Y/N’

‘It’s nice to meet you Y/N’

And just like that, you spent almost the entire night texting, you figured out his name is Jason and he just casually listened to K-pop but his friends were really into it and because he followed them your tweet landed on his feed. He was funny and had you smiling for so long your cheeks started to hurt, you haven’t had a conversation like this on twitter in awhile all of the group chats you joined slowly drying up, so this was a nice change. But eventually it became harder and harder for you to keep your eyes open, the light from the screen not helping. You finally had to say good night to Jason and within seconds of shutting your phone off you passed out, not even feeling the discomfort of the floor anymore.

The next morning the first thing you did was check your DM’s and couldn’t help but smile as you saw the unread message. ‘Not to be a creep or anything but I looked at your location on your profile and looked up your timezone. Good morning :)’ You sat up slowly, the blanket you were using falling down your body, so he was in a different timezone? ‘What time is it for you then? Also good morning ;)’ As you awaited his response you finally got up from your spot on the floor and threw the blanket you were using on your bed. You walked to your wall blindly as you wiped the sleep from your eyes and flipped the switch causing light to fill your room. You sighed as you looked at your bed, contemplating just going back to sleep but you could also smell the breakfast your mom was making down stairs so you decided to manage your priorities, eat breakfast then go back to bed. After that important decision was made you made your way down stairs and as predicted saw your mom in the kitchen cooking away. You said your good mornings and lifted yourself up so you were sitting on the counter of the island. Your mom used to complain about your ass being where the food goes but after she saw that you didn’t care she slowly stopped as well. As you were sitting and chatting you felt your phone go off from your pocket, you grabbed it and smiled as you saw his user pop up. “What are you smiling about?” your mom asked curiously her eyes glancing over at you for a moment before going back to mixing the pancake batter. “Oh,nothing, just a friend on twitter.” You say your attention is still stuck to your phone as you read the message ‘I am a few hours ahead of you , I live in Chicago! Born and raised.’ You almost didn’t hear your mom speak, “Y/N… you know I don’t like you talking to strangers on the internet. What if they’re some forty year old man who just wants your feet pics.” You just nod, having had this conversation more than once. “Mommm you know I’m smarter than that… I’d make him pay for my feet first. But for real, this is the only way I can talk to other people who like the same stuff I do, unless you want to listen to me talk about K-pop for hours on end I need to get it out somehow.” You said, raising your eyebrow as you gave your mom the ultimatum. “Make your money honey, it's your feet not mine.” and with that you grabbed your plate and started to eat.

‘Ahhh so is that why you’re so defensive over Johnny’s penis? Gotta save the reputation of Chicago boys?’

Just like that you ended up talking to Jason everyday for weeks. From morning to night you two never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Soon he knew more about you than your close friends did; it was so easy to talk to him and he said he felt the same with you. He was there for you when you were having a mental breakdown while trying to get NCT 127 concert tickets, he was there while you screamed about how hot every member looked in the new Kick It music video, especially the man that brought them together, A.K.A Johnny Suh, he was there for everything. After awhile it was safe to say you were falling for him.. Well at least his personality, you haven’t seen his face. He’s seen yours of course as he hyped up all of your selca days, you respected the fact he didn’t want to show you his face but as time went on you couldn’t help but get a bit nervous. What if he really is a forty year old man only after your feet? But all of that soon changed.

‘You got P1 tickets to the Chicago concert right?’ You read the text that was sent to you and tilted your head curiously. You were currently packing for the three day trip your mom and you were taking to Chicago. You unfortunately lived in a state that always had zero tour stops and the closest city was Chicago and this was the first time your mom agreed to letting you go since she knew how much you loved NCT. But you guys decided to make a trip out of it and would be staying for a couple days after the concert. You started to type with one hand, messily folding clothes with the other. ‘Yep! I’m packing right now! I’m so excited!!’ You said truthfully before going back to practically shoving your multiple outfits into the suitcase. After a few moments you felt a buzz, ‘I’m going too-’ You didn’t even finish reading the text before your eyes opened wide and your stomach did flips. Jason was going to be there!! As you slowly started rethinking your outfit choices you finished the text. ‘Do you wanna meet up? I know this 24/7 cafe close to the venue.. We can meet after the concert? If you want?’ You were confused at first, why meet up after the concert in a separate location, but just the idea of meeting him made you consider it. ‘Why not before the concert at the venue?’ You asked, wanting a valid reason to meet up late at night at a cafe. You now completely gave up on trying to pack as you impatiently waited for his response. ‘I can’t get there until right before the concert starts because of work and it's always too crazy in the venue after. I understand if you’re not comfortable with it.. I just… really want to meet you.’ Just that line right there made your heart skip a beat. ‘I’ll ask my mom.’

It took quite a lot of convincing, your mom not liking the idea of meeting a stranger you met online one bit. But she also knew you were a responsible Young adult and always had your phone on you, plus she would be right there in case anything did happen. So finally you got the greenlight to meet him. You could barely believe it, not only were you going to see NCT 127 and go through Hi touch, you were going to meet the internet friend that you have been talking to everyday for a couple of months now.

~

You always knew that there were buildings in Chicago, but you didn’t expect them to be THIS big. It was the day of the concert and your mom and you were only a few minutes away from your hotel and you couldn’t wait until later tonight. Only a few more hours. You spent the majority of that time getting ready, you wore your favorite outfit and spent an extra long time on your make-up, making sure you didn’t look like you just got done with a nine hour car ride. The time went by fast yet slow, the feeling was weird, you couldn’t believe this was all actually happening. Yet soon enough you were in line to have your tickets scanned to enter the concert venue. You achieved the wristband for P1 and attempted the merch line but ended up having to say screw it as the concert was starting in ten minutes. You made it to your seat right before the room went dark and then it started.

Throughout the concert you were singing and dancing and crying, you were feeling so many emotions at once and you never wanted it to stop. You were too caught in the moment to notice the eyes that were on you almost every chance they got, he also couldn’t believe this was happening. As the final song played and you found yourself tearing up once again you looked for the man who started it all between you and Jason. You found Johnny singing on stage, was he…. Was he looking at you? Nah he's probably just scanning the crowd like most artists did, but you still couldn’t ignore the feelings his glance gave you.

You were in the line for Hi-touch, your hair and makeup miraculously still decent looking as you started walking forwards, following the people in front of you. In just a few moments they were right there, the only thing separating you was the table they sat behind. They looked the same as they did on your screen but in a way ten times better, they were real and your hand was touching theirs. You didn’t really know what to say and you didn’t have the time to say much, so you stuck with a simple hello and a smile. You approached the last member, Johnny was watching you the entire time you walked down, he just held up his hand and muttered 'heyas’ as you got closer. This was the first time he'd seen you up close and he had the same feeling you Had. Your pictures are beautiful but something about seeing you in real life was so much better. Your eyes met his as you had to reach up a bit more to touch his hand, he smiled down at you, not able to say anything before you had to move on and walk out of the building.

After recollecting yourself and fixing up your runny mascara from crying too much you and your mom headed to the cafe to meet Jason. Many thoughts swam through your head most of them just not able to get over how amazing they all looked up close but the rest were nerves on meeting the man you’ve grown to have feelings for. You reached the cafe and got out of the car, letting out a nervous breath as you walked in, the shop was empty and the worker behind the counter was almost asleep and jolted awake as you stepped in. You ordered a green tea because you felt like you should order something and not just sit down like a total bitch. After a few minutes your phone buzzed. ‘I’m on my way,, sorry I’m late. got caught in traffic.’ The butterflies in your stomach only grew in numbers as you replied, ‘I’m here, sitting in the back’.

You were sipping on your tea as you heard the door behind you open. You were too scared to face the door so you sat with your back to it, but only when it opened did you realize that it was much more nerve wracking. You couldn’t even turn around your hands shaking as you took deep breaths, you could hear footsteps approaching, Jason was here… and right behind you. He walked around your seat and sat across from you, you were too scared to lift your head so instead you stared at his chest. “Y/N?” his voice was deep… and familiar? You looked up and out of shock from what you saw your hot tea slipped right out of your hands. You hissed softly and reached for napkins but the man in front of you was quicker, he ran to your side and knelt down, using his sleeve to wipe your lap. “Sorry.. Should’ve thought that through.” He said with a small laugh. “You’re… Jason?” you asked, unable to believe it even if you were looking right at him. “Actually… my name's Johnny and we just high-fived like half an hour ago and I can explain everything.”

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“So.. You have a private twitter and you found my tweet and commented as a joke but decided to start a conversation with me?” You asked, looking at the idol in front of you. You’ve pinched yourself at least ten times now but everytime hurts more than the last so it can’t be a dream. “I start casual conversations here and there with fans just to see how they’re doing but you’re just… different.” He said. He had on a black baseball cap that was lowered over his face so no one walking past could recognize him. “As we started talking more.. I started looking forward to talking to you and you practically got me through this comeback season, when I was stressed and tired, just talking to you let me take my mind off things… I dunno.. I think I really like you.” You were at a loss of words as you listened to Johnny speak. Were you trapped in some tumblr fanfiction? This can’t really be happening. “I… I really liked talking to you too… you were the first person I opened up to. Whether it was Jason or Johnny I’m really thankful for having them to rant to and if the person I was talking to really you… then I think I like you too.” You said softly and even behind the hat you could see Johnny smile. He moved over to your side of the booth and you scooted to give him some room. “Since we both think we like each other… Why don’t we kiss and find out?” He asked cheesily before leaning in, naturally you closed your eyes and when you felt his lips press against yours it finally set in that this was all real. You were kissing Johnny Suh from NCT, Johnny Suh was kissing you. You moved closer, placing your hands on his sides as his moved to the back of your neck, holding you gently as he allowed the kiss to last for a few more seconds before pulling away. “So… Do you know for sure yet? Because we can do that again if we need to.” He said playfully and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Just to make sure,” You whispered before grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him into another sweet kiss. He smiled against your lips, chuckling softly as he fully wraps his long arms around you. “Yeah… I definitely like you.” You said breathlessly as you pulled away and he nodded quickly in agreement. “Me too.” he said with a large smile. “You said you're here for a couple more days? Do you maybe wanna go on a date tomorrow? We don’t leave for the next venue until tomorrow night so we have all day.” He offered. You nodded, not planning on turning down THE Johnny Suh. “It’s a date.” You said softly and he couldn’t help but smile and kiss your cheek, and your nose, and finally your lips, “We have two months to make up for in one day.. I’m gonna make it count.” He said, his large body clinging on to you even when you weren’t kissing, and you definitely weren't complaining. But as you two were sitting there, you in his arms and head on his chest you thought of something.

“Wait a minute… if you weren’t in Chicago but Korea when texting me… When did you sleep??” You asked, looking up at him with concerned eyes and Johnny just laughed and tightened his arms around you. “Shhh… It was worth it.”

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Ahhhh! Sorry for the delay,, I started this one and I just wasn’t feeling it for the longest time, when I write dialogue I focus on body language so majority of this scenario being text was totally out of my comfort zone! But I hope you guys like this one! And thank you so much for the love on my first post it means a lot!

[pocket-luv101]

Just a Kiss || Chapter 1

Fandom: Servamp Ship: KuroMahi (main), LawLicht (side), Tetsono (side), Jekuni (side) Characters: Kuro, Mahiru, Hyde, Licht, Tetsu, Misono, Mikuni, JeJe, Snow Lily

Summary: Mahiru discovers a battle between demons, humans and ghosts. He wants to help defend the city so he makes a contract with a ghost to fight against demons. He didn’t know that Kuro’s power could only be activated with a kiss. (Kigurumi Guardians AU)

A/N: This AU is based on an old shoujo that I haven’t read in years and I’m honestly writing this based off the vague memories I have of it.

“Misono, are you sure we should be spying on your brother like this? This feels like an invasion of privacy. Thinking simply, you should speak with your brother if you’re this concerned about him.” Mahiru whispered to Misono. They were hiding in a closet with their friend, Licht, and the three waited for Mikuni to enter. “What do you think he’s hiding?”

“I don’t know. Lately, I’ve been hearing him talk with someone in his room and I don’t recognize the person’s voice. I asked Mikuni who it was but he told me not to worry. Lily wouldn’t answer me either.” Misono opened the closet slightly to peer into the classroom. His family had always been secretive but his instincts told him that they were hiding something important.

He noticed that Mikuni would enter the abandoned photography room at the same time each day. With the belief that his brother was meeting with the strange voice, Misono decided to sneak into the room and spy on him. He asked his friends to help him. Beside him, Licht said: “Maybe your brother is on a secret angel mission and he doesn’t want you to know.”

“I hope the answer is something simpler like he’s having a secret relationship or something.” Mahiru suggested. His friends were prone to have wild imaginations but he didn’t suspect anything more than regular high school drama. They heard the classroom’s door open and Misono quickly shushed him. The three friends had to huddle close together to see through the small crack between the closet doors.

Mikuni and Lily entered the room. The first thing Mahiru noticed was the three stuffed animals they carried; a black cat, a white bear and a golden hedgehog. He thought he saw the cat doll turn its head in their direction but he reasoned that it was simply his imagination. He strained to hear the two’s conversation. “C3 sent us three more ghosts but I don’t know what they expect me to do with them. I don’t have time to find more guardians. My hands are already full searching for vessels and fighting those demons.”

“A person with strong spiritual energy and a pure heart is rare.” Their conversation was confusing to Misono. While Mikuni would often pretend that his doll was alive, Misono would be able to understand his imagination slightly. Lily went on to say: “You can’t continue to fight them by yourself, Mikuni. More are coming through the gate. Let me find people who can be potential guardians. We should consider Misono since he—”

“I’m not involving my brother in this! Don’t ask his friends for help either. Mahiru and Licht can’t keep a secret and they’ll tell Misono about this.” Mikuni rejected his suggestion before he could finish it. His brother rarely showed his true emotions and Misono wondered what they were discussing. He placed the three stuffed animals into a cupboard and said: “Let’s hide these ghosts for now.”

Mikuni and Lily left the room. The door barely closed before Licht jumped out of the closet and went directly to the cupboard. “I want the gold hedgehog!”

“Wait, Licht, you can’t take something that’s not yours.” He said as he followed him. In Licht’s haste to play with the stuffed hedgehog, he knocked the other two to the ground. Mahiru picked up the black cat and gently brushed the dirt from its fur. He studied the doll and he thought he saw a faint blue glow in its chest. “Mikuni said C3 gave these to him. I’ve never heard of a store like that.”

“I don’t see anything special about these stuffed animals so I don’t know why Mikuni would try to hide them from me. Do you think these are for a fantasy role playing game? He mentioned demons and ghosts.” Misono held up the white teddy bear. He couldn’t stop thinking of Mikuni’s outburst and the worried look Lily had. They weren’t the type of people to become so serious over a simple game. While he had a weak body, he wished his brother would rely on him. “What do you think, Mahiru?”

“Your brother is eccentric so I don’t know what he’s thinking most of the time. He likes to carry around his doll, Abel, so I don’t think he’ll hide these dolls out of embarrassment.” Mahiru ringed the bell that hanged around the cat’s neck. “We should ask Mikuni directly.”

“I think I was right earlier when I said your brother is on an angel mission. These three animals could be magical familiars like in the movies.” Licht concluded confidently. Most thought that he was delusional because he called himself an angel. Yet, he found two friends who accepted him. He thought it would be nice to have one more person who believed he was an angel. Licht looked down at the hedgehog and decided. “I’m going to adopt you and name you ‘Hyde’.”

His two friends were doubtful of his idea but they knew that it was pointless to disagree with him. Misono laughed softly and decided to humour Licht’s fantasy. He joked, “Then I’ll name mine ‘Tetsu’. I can finally have a friend that’s shorter than me.”

The door opened behind them and the three jumped with the worry that Mikuni had returned. A student entered the room and Mahiru let out a breath of relief. Since people rarely went to the photography room after the club ended, he wondered why the girl came into the room. The student didn’t say a word as she walked directly to the three. She grabbed the cat in Mahiru’s arms and tried to pull it out of his grip.

“Excuse me?” Mahiru asked but the student didn’t respond to him. He thought he felt the cat hug his hand as if it didn’t want to be taken away by her. While he was confused, he hugged the cat to his chest and backed away from the student. She kept a tight grip on the cat though. “This belongs to my friend, Mikuni. I can’t give this to you. Hey, let go!”

A gruff laugh caught the three’s attention and they looked up at the ceiling above the student. Mahiru’s eyes widened at the sight of a pitch black circle in the ceiling. He couldn’t see what was in the hole but smoke flowed into the room. His attention was pulled back to the student when she tugged on the cat again. He noticed that strings were attached to her hands and they led to the hole.

“I want to play, Brother.” A deep voice ordered him and it was clear that it wasn’t the girl who spoke. A boy descended from the dark hole and landed behind Mahiru. He didn’t know who he was but the person’s crimson eyes made him gasp. Then, he saw the glint of the boy’s sword. He was still trying to make sense of the escalating situation so he wasn’t able react quickly enough to defend himself.

The stuffed animal in his arms suddenly grew and Mahiru was forced to let go of it. He had to question if he was having a bizarre dream as he watched the large cat block the man’s sword with its paw. Mahiru scrambled to his feet and ran to his friends who were equally confused by the situation. He tugged on Licht’s arm and then grabbed Misono to pull them away from the fight.

“Mr. Cat came to life?” Licht said in disbelief and then looked down at the hedgehog plush in his arms. He wondered if it could do the same and an idea came to him. He hurled the hedgehog towards the fight and screamed: “Go, Hedgehog! Defeat that demon.”

“What are you doing?” Misono yelled in disbelief. He was more shocked when Licht’s hedgehog changed size like the cat did. Hyde tackled the demon and pinned him to the ground under his weight. Even with two animals holding him down, the strange boy only started to laugh. He turned towards Mahiru and stretched out a hand to the sky.

“The gate is growing every day and it feeds my power. You two can’t defeat me in the form you’re in.” A powerful swing of his sword forced the large cat and hedgehog to jump off him. He slowly stood again and faced them. Despite how scared the situation made him, Mahiru ran in front of the man to protect the two. The cat had rescued him and he didn’t want to see it be hurt because of him.

Mahiru grabbed a broom to defend his friends and the cat. He stood in front of the cat and faced the demon. “Who are you and why are you attacking us?”

“My name is Tsubaki and I’m here to collect human hearts for Sensei. Yours smell ripe.” He answered with a confident grin and walked towards him. Mahiru knew that his broom was useless against hi’s sword but he couldn’t run or else it could endanger Licht and Misono. Tsubaki adjusted his grip on his sword and Mahiru braced himself for a fight.

He was suddenly pushed aside and he grabbed a table to catch himself. The cat had protected him again but the sword pieced its shoulder. Mahiru blindly swung his broom at Tsubaki and forced him away from the cat. He didn’t try to attack him again because his focus was on the injured cat. “Are you okay?”

“You should be more worried about yourself.” The cat grabbed his shoulder and moved Mahiru beneath him. He protected him with his own body. “Sendagaya, can you transform yet?”

“Shit, we can’t do anything in this state.” Hyde cursed as he watched Tsubaki casually attack their brother. He was powerful enough to kill them yet he only toyed with them. His mind raced to think of what they could do to defeat Tsubaki. Their toy bodies were useless in a fight though. If only he could use his full power. He ran to Licht’s side and tugged on his shirt slightly. “I’m sorry, Angel Cakes, but I need your help to stop my brother. If you kiss me, I’ll become stronger. Don’t worry, this will only be a temporary contract.”

“Kiss? Like the frog prince?” His words caused Licht to think of the fairy tale. Hyde couldn’t read his expression and he thought he wouldn’t believe him. Unexpectedly, Licht pulled him closer and kissed him. Smoke exploded around them and their vision was blocked for a moment. After the air cleared, he found a blond boy standing in front of him. Hyde’s hand hadn’t let go of his arm and he realized that his adorable hedgehog had transformed into the handsome boy wearing a suit. “Hy—”

He placed his finger on his lips before he could say his name. “Don’t call me by that name, Angel Cakes. It’s better for both of us.”

“You’re not a hedgehog. What are you?”

“We’re ghosts sent to protect your city. It’s time to do my job.” Hyde winked at him. He loosened his tie as he stood straighter and prepared to fight. Clovers floated around him and they became blades once he snapped his fingers. He explained: “Humans can’t fight demons. Ghosts can’t sustain their human body in this realm. We can solve each other’s problems though.”

“I don’t like when you play mean, Brother Greed.” Tsubaki clicked his tongue and dodged the torrent of clovers Hyde had flung towards him. Hyde had expected him to unleash another attack and created a wall of clovers to shield Licht and his friends. Yet, Tsubaki said, “I already captured another vessel so I’ll be returning home. It was fun to meet you again, brothers. Next time, I’ll take the hearts of your human friends.”

Tsubaki took the girl and jumped back into the dark portal, leaving everyone in the room in confusion. The danger was gone and the cat transformed into a small plush again. It landed on Mahiru’s lap and he hesitantly picked it up. Mahiru didn’t know what to make of the situation but it was impossible to explain it as a dream.

“What happened to you three?” Lily gasped when Misono and his friends entered the student council room. His brows furrowed when he saw the white bear he had in his arms. He knew the toy all too well and he gave a worried glance to Mahiru and Licht. They all had various injuries and he quickly pulled out a first aid kit from the cupboard. He prayed that the worst hadn’t happened. “Did you three get into a fight with bullies? I’ll treat those scrapes and bruises.”

“This madman with a sword attacked us and claimed he was collecting human hearts. We know this sounds crazy but we also know that you can tell us more about this. We overheard you and Mikuni talk about ghosts. Please, tell us what’s happening!” Mahiru pleaded. With their eyes on him, Lily struggled to find an explanation. He didn’t want to pull them into danger but it was impossible to lie to them after everything they saw.

Licht placed the hedgehog onto the desk and said. “This one kissed me and transformed into a person. He fought off the madman but then returned to this form. Is this hedgehog truly a demon?”

“How am I going to explain this to Mikuni?” Lily groaned and sat down. He gestured to a bench nearby and the three sat across from him. He picked up the hedgehog and explained, “The person with the sword was a demon. Very few people know about demons invading our world and stealing people’s hearts. An organization called C3 has been formed to stop demons.”

“Is my brother a part of this?” Misono asked. The solemn nod Lily caused his stomach to twist into knots. He looked down at the white bear on his lap. While the other two animals had grown to fight Tsubaki, Tetsu hadn’t. “What are these stuffed animals?”

“They’re not toys but spirits. Since humans can’t fight demons, C3 has enlisted the help of ghosts like the three you see.” His words caused Licht to remember what Hyde told him earlier. Unconsciously, he touched his lips and thought of the kiss. Lily noticed his action and asked: “After the hedgehog turned into a human, did you call its name?”

“No.” Licht shook his head and Lily let out a breath of relief.

“Spirits can form a contract with a human to regain their original body and fight the demon. But forming a contract is rare since the human must have a strong and pure heart.” Lily explained. “To form the contract, the human will give the spirit a new name and share a kiss. Luckily, your contract is only temporary because you didn’t call his name while he was human. Your contract was broken when he returned to his toy form.”

“Good. I don’t want my heart linked with a demon like him.” Licht glared at Hyde. “But I want to help fight the demon. It’s my job as an angel to protect innocent people. There must be a way for me to fight that demon without the help of this guy.”

“You three are teenagers so it’s too dangerous for you to fight demons. For now, please forget everything you’ve seen today. I’ll take these back and keep them in a safe place.” Lily said and took the three stuffed animals from them. “Go home.”

Mahiru entered his empty house and he turned on the light. He placed his backpack on the table before he went to his room to get his sewing kit. For once, he was glad that his uncle was out of the city. He was certain his uncle would have questions for why he was returning home in the middle of the night. He set down the sewing kit and then pulled a black cat out of his bag.

He had sneaked into the high school and stole the cat.

A part of him was still in disbelief of everything he learned that afternoon. Demons were slowly invading the city and the people he cared about were in danger. He stared at the torn fabric over the cat’s shoulder where Tsubaki had stabbed it. Mahiru was careful and gentle as he moved the cat into a sitting position in front of him. “Hyde spoke when he transformed. Can you talk in your toy form?”

“It’s troublesome.” The cat answered him with a lazy drawl. Mahiru was waiting for the response but a small gasp still escaped him. He collected himself and then smiled softly down at him. The kindness in his brown eyes was surprising because he expected Mahiru to be scared of him.

“Thank you for protecting me and my friends from the demon. You were hurt in the fight, weren’t you? I don’t know if I can repair you like a normal stuffed animal but I thought I should try. You’ll lose a lot of stuffing if you run around with a hole in your chest. Will it hurt you if I use this needle?” Mahiru asked. After he shook his head, he threaded the needle. He grew in size again so Mahiru would be able to stitch the wound easier.

Mahiru leaned close to him so he could stitch his chest close. Even though he assured him that he wouldn’t be hurt, he was careful. He placed his hand over his heart and he looked up at him. “There were a lot of reasons I went back for you. I wanted to thank you and tend to your wounds. My second reason is a little selfish though. I can’t simply forget about the demons like Lily asked us to.”

The determination in his brown eyes reminded him of how Mahiru tried to protect him with a broom. He could already guess what he wanted to ask him. Mahiru wrapped his hands around his paw and he looked up at him. “I don’t know if I have a strong heart but I love my friends and family. I want to protect them in any way I can. Will you lend me your strength to do so?”

“I came back to Tokyo to stop the demons but I wasn’t planning on forming a contract. I planned to fight alone. This situation is dangerous.” He warned him. Mahiru bit his lips and looked down at the ground, worried that he wouldn’t help him. Then, he heard him sigh. “It was my intention to fight Tsubaki alone but I didn’t expect my body to be so weak. Can’t deal.”

“We can be strong together.” Mahiru turned back to him. He cupped his face and thought of a name to give him for their contract. “You protect me today but we’ll be fighting together from now on, Kuro.”

They leaned towards each other and Mahiru closed his eyes. Their lips met in a simple kiss and Kuro’s warmth lingered for a few moments. He opened his eyes and he found a teenager sitting in front of him. He didn’t pull away and stared at Kuro’s familiar features. Gently, he brushed his light hair from his red eyes and repeated his name. “Kuro.”

With just a name and a kiss, both of their lives changed.

“You know, you could’ve kissed my cheek.” He told him and there was a slight blush on his cheeks. Mahiru wondered if it meant that the kiss made him feel shy and flustered as well. The sight endeared Kuro to him and a small chuckle escaped him.

“I’ll prepare the guest room for you to use.” Mahiru said and stood.

[nicolewrites]

the impracticality of attractive best friends

@mishspelled​ why am i like this

Rating: G+ Genre: Friendship, Romance Characters: Sylvain Jose Gautier & Ingrid Brandl Galatea Words: 5,054

Ingrid is acting weird. Sylvain is determined to find out why.

AO3

Something is wrong with Ingrid. She’s been avoiding him for like four days and in the middle of a war when they’re supposed to be close companions that can watch each other’s backs, it makes Sylvain nervous. She still talks to Felix and Annette and Mercedes just fine. She even eats with Dimitri and the Professor one night, but she is certainly not talking to him.

The first instance of Ingrid being weird is when he finds her and Ashe in the library. They’re laughing together over some knightly tale which Sylvain is sure that he has read at some point or other in his life: he is friends with Ingrid after all. He approaches them quietly, making sure that he is sneaking up on Ingrid.

Ashe perks up when he notices Sylvain and he raises a hand in greeting. “Hi, Sylvain!”

Sylvain grins in return. “Ashe, Ingrid,” he greets.

Ingrid’s shoulders tense. She turns slowly to face him. “Hi,” she says shortly.

Sylvain pulls out the chair next to Ingrid and sits down next to Ingrid. He drops his arms onto the top of the table and rests his chin atop them, lowering his head to the height of the table. Ashe and Ingrid are both staring at him and he smiles at them.

“Don’t mind me,” he says lightly.

The corner of Ashe’s mouth twitches and his gaze darts to Ingrid, but then he drops his eyes back to his own book, reading the next passage aloud. Ingrid shifts next to Sylvain and her knee slides away from his where Sylvain hadn’t even registered that they were touching. He lolls his head towards her and sees that her ears are pink and her gaze is fixed determinedly on Ashe as their friend reads about Loog.

Slowly, Sylvain catalogues Ingrid’s reaction. She had tensed when he had shown up. Her ears are pink. She isn’t looking at him. She hadn’t seemed to want to touch him where their legs had been brushing. It really isn’t a typical Ingrid reaction.

He turns his own eyes to Ashe and, out of the corner of his eyes, he just barely catches the flicker of her gaze as Ingrid steals a tiny look at him. Sylvain presses his chin further into the cradle of his arms to hide a smile.

He’s not exactly sure what’s wrong with Ingrid, but from his perspective, it doesn’t seem to be an entirely bad thing.

-

The second instance of Ingrid being weird takes place in a small war meeting.

Dimitri and the professor have really synced up their plans since Gronder and the retaking of Fhirdiad, but that doesn’t make the impending task of taking Fort Merceus any easier. The battle map that they have of the fort, a parting gift from Claude and his spy network, is out-dated and there is no way to predict who will be present at Fort Merceus when they lead an all-out assault on the most protected Empire fortress. In retrospect, their plan is really quite stupid.

Sylvain points out a side gate over a lower part of the wall at Fort Merceus. “What about here?”

Dimitri taps the point on the map and frowns. “It’s not an ideal entry point for anyone except flyers, really.”

Sylvain looks at Ingrid. She is looking at the map too. Her mouth is set in a thin line and her green eyes are narrowed as she analyzes the proposed entry point.

“You could probably get two battalions over that point before enemy archers regrouped,” she points out.

“Yes,” the professor agrees. “Sylvain, how are your wyvern skills?”

He blinks at the professor. “Uh, I suppose they’re up to par. I don’t usually have a flying battalion though,” he points out.

She waves off the concern. “That can be fixed.”

“Professor,” Ingrid cuts in. “What about Seteth? He’s already established as a Wyvern Lord and he has the battalion already trained. We’ve taken on the aerial missions before.” Her eyes scan the map for something almost desperately and she relaxes after a second. “Here,” she says, tapping the other entry point, “you’ll need as many mages as you can over here and Sylvain has the Reason skill and the mobility on horseback.”

Sylvain studies the map. She makes a fair point. Having mages at that specific chokepoint would be incredibly helpful, as Ingrid had pointed out, but it is also extremely far away from where she, and Seteth in her proposal, would be deployed. Sylvain can’t help but feel a little hurt that she’d rather fight alongside Seteth than him, one of her oldest friends.

“Yes,” Dimitri agrees. “Sylvain, I do think that perhaps you should stay and watch mine and Dedue’s backs here.” He nods to Ingrid. “Thank you for the suggestion.”

The professor’s face is a schooled neutral expression, but her eyes land on Sylvain and he reads the summons in them without words. He rises from the table and nods to Dimitri and Ingrid before excusing himself. The professor trails after him and Sylvain waits for her just outside the Cardinal’s Room.

“What happened between you and Ingrid?” the professor asks as soon as the door closes behind her.

Sylvain blinks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about."

She looks unimpressed. “Sylvain, what did you do this time?”

He holds his hands up. “No! Really! I didn’t do anything. She’s just been acting strange lately.”

Something clicks for the professor and she sighs, an affectionate smile edging up her lips. “Right, well, you should sort that out. You two are one of our best pairs out there.”

Sylvain stares at the door to the Cardinal’s Room. “I don’t even know what happened,” he argues.

She pats his arm reassuringly. “You’re a smart man, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” She turns to reenter the meeting room but pauses. “Thanks for the catch on that aerial entry point.”

Sylvain can only stare stupidly as the professor reenters the war meeting. At least he has confirmed his suspicions that Ingrid is acting strangely around him at the very least. He really hopes that whatever this is can get sorted out shortly.

-

Sylvain absolutely doesn’t intend to get into a conversation about marriage with Lorenz and Ferdinand, but they had brewed Seiros Tea and he isn’t stupid enough to pass on one of his favourite blends when Ferdinand is doing the brewing.

So he finds himself sitting in the courtyard as Ferdinand and Lorenz casually discuss the stronger hints of flavour in the tea, zoning out and staring towards the stable.

Marianne and Ingrid are both in the vicinity, grooming their mounts and chatting blindly about something or other and Sylvain finds himself watching them instead of listening to Lorenz drone on about the subtleties in the Almyran herbal flavours in the Seiros tea. Apparently, his distraction is unfortunately noticed and the other two noble’s attentions are snatched by Ingrid and Marianne as well.

“Two beautiful flowers, aren’t they?” Ferdinand says, a smile on his face. “And masters of equestrian arts.”

Sylvain stares at Ferdinand incredulously. “Hold on, what?” he questions.

Lorenz laughs, placing his teacup down. “Oh come now, Sylvain, I’m certain you’ve noticed the plethora of beautiful and eligible young women that frequent the monastery now. Half of them are courting your King after all, but it is undeniable that Marianne and Ingrid, with their titles, have a better chance than most.”

Sylvain blinks like an idiot and looks back over at Ingrid and Marianne. “Courting Dimitri?”

Ferdinand clicks his tongue. “No, no. Not Marianne for certain. There is no way she desires that sort of attention, but perhaps a smaller title might interest her.” His gaze softens a bit and Sylvain notices that Lorenz’s grip on his teacup tightens.

“I could certainly see Ingrid pursuing Dimitri,” Lorenz says, changing the subject off of Marianne, who Sylvain is now almost entirely convinced that Lorenz is enamoured with. “You all were childhood friends, were you not? That would be a most beneficial pairing for her house and it would be an easy match for His Highness as well.”

Sylvain frowns. “Dimitri and Ingrid?” He can’t really see it. Ingrid has only really ever treated Dimitri like a prince, not a potential spouse.

“Yes,” Ferdinand agrees. “Dorothea was telling me about the unsavoury suitor types that Ingrid has had to deal with in the past. I would have suggested Felix, but I suppose he’s already off the table isn’t he.”

Sylvain stands up, feeling uncomfortable. He’s not sure what’s worse between the allusion to Glenn and Ingrid’s engagement or the thought of Ingrid courting Dimitri.

“Speaking of Felix,” he excuses, “I do have to run.”

Ferdinand nods, completely oblivious, but Lorenz’s eyes narrow the tiniest fraction in suspicion. Sylvain stares down the Gloucester noble and takes a pointed glance at Marianne, daring him to voice his doubt of Sylvain.

Lorenz lifts his teacup back up and takes a sip to hide his annoyed expression.

-

Sylvain is on edge every time that Dimitri gets within a hundred paces of Ingrid for the next three days. Dorothea gives him a weird look over dinner and he quickly stops staring at his childhood friends where they’re eating with Ashe and Dedue. He stares down at his own meal, poking it with his fork.

“What is wrong with you?” Dorothea asks, not pulling any punches because of course she doesn’t.

Sylvain blinks at her. “What?”

She waves at him, gesturing to his whole body. “You’re all mopey and tense today. It’s like someone has been walking around poking you with a stick for three days.”

She turns and glances over her shoulder in Ingrid’s direction where Sylvain had been staring. Her head snaps back to him, her dark hair fanning out in the motion as she raises an eyebrow.

“No,” Dorothea says, a wicked grin spreading over her face.

“What?” Sylvain questions. “What are you on about?”

She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her chin in her hands. “Don’t tell me you have feelings for Ingrid.”

Sylvain stares at her blankly. “Excuse me?”

Dorothea smirks at him. “Oh my god, of course you do.”

Sylvain frowns putting his fork down so that he doesn’t drop it on the chance that Dorothea makes another outlandish claim. “No, I’m just trying to figure out why she’s been acting weird.”

Dorothea’s expression slackens into disbelief. “Oh,” she says.

They sit for a moment in silence, just staring at each other. Sylvain drops his gaze and picks up his fork, spearing a piece of pheasant. Dorothea sips from her goblet and the awkward silence lingers just long enough that Sylvain finally thinks of something just as horribly embarrassing for Dorothea as that last exchange had been for him.

“So, Ferdinand mentioned that you’ve been talking a lot.”

Dorothea’s head snaps up and her green eyes narrow so quickly that Sylvain is surprised she doesn’t reach across the table and stab him with her dinner knife.

“Not. Another. Word.”

Sylvain grins and takes a sip of his own glass. “Aw, come on. Don’t women love a man who is sensitive about his love of horses.”

Dorothea sneers. “Same way that you noblemen seem far too interested in a woman’s ability to love her horse with her entire heart.”

Sylvain pauses and lifts his goblet to her. “To our friends, the ultimate horse-women.”

Dorothea sputters at his classification of Ferdinand, but she taps her cup to his and they both drink heavily. Sylvain wrinkles his nose at the taste of the wine. “God, where did this even come from?”

Dorothea laughs, her head tipping back and her smile widening. “Claude, if I remember correctly. He offered the army Derdriu’s stocks.”

Sylvain scoffs. “Of course he did.”

-

The Ingrid weirdness does not, unfortunately, disappear with time. Instead, there are now six days until they march for Fort Merceus and Ingrid has started leaving rooms when he enters them. Sylvain just wants everything to go back to normal.

He corners Dimitri and Dedue first. They’re in the greenhouse, but Dedue has notably told Dimitri that he is not allowed to touch anything, so he’s just sitting on the edge of one of the gardens chatting quietly with his retainer.

“Your Highness! Dedue!” Sylvain greets brightly, walking into the greenhouse.

Dimitri turns to him immediately, but Dedue is hands deep in dirt and does not turn. “Hello Sylvain, what can we do for you?” Dimitri asks.

“I had a question for you actually, Your Highness,” Sylvain admits.

Dimitri looks surprised. “Oh, yes, of course. What is it?”

“Is Ingrid being weird to you as well?”

Dimitri stares at him. “Ingrid? Being weird?”

Sylvain realizes his mistake. Dimitri is one of the most socially oblivious people he has ever had the opportunity to know. He scratches the back of his head and prepares to backpedal out of this conversation to pretend it had never happened. Dedue brushes his hands off and stands up, turning to face Sylvain.

“Is this about her avoiding you and changing her assignment with Ashe or Annette or Mercedes whenever you two get partnered up for something?” Dedue asks.

Sylvain snaps his fingers and points at Dedue. “Yes! That!”

Dedue’s lips tilt into the tiniest smiles as he is obviously amused by the situation. “No, Sylvain, I believe that is only around you.”

Sylvain frowns. “Damn.”

“I think Ingrid and Mercedes and Annette were going to the Knight’s Hall,” Dimitri offers as if that solves all of Sylvain’s problems.

Sylvain nods. “Right, well, I’m going to go ask Felix.”

“I imagine you’ll get a similar answer,” Dedue says right before Sylvain leaves the greenhouse.

Sylvain decides not to dwell on that idea.

-

Felix is, of course, at the Training Grounds. He seems to be in some kind of strange sparring stand-off against Raphael and Lysithea. Sylvain pauses in the door of the Training Grounds and stares as Felix takes off towards Raphael, swinging his training sword with brutal efficiency.

Raphael blocks the blow on a training axe and uses his brute strength to shove Felix back. Lysithea then waves a hand and casts a spell, catching Felix loosely in a cage of Dark Magic. Felix groans in irritation and cuts the spell back.

Lysithea rolls her eyes and folds her arms. “You leave yourself wide open doing that.”

“Well, he’ll have back up on the actual field,” Sylvain chimes in.

The eyes of all three of his friends turn towards him.

“Oh, hey Sylvain,” Raphael greets brightly. “We were running some different drills.”

Lysithea huffs. “Apparently since Hubert uses Dark Magic like me, I’m the only one capable of helping out here.”

Felix rolls his eyes. “That was Raphael’s idea,” he reminds.

Raphael just grins his big dopey grin. “Hey, we gotta be ready, right? Hubert and Edelgard will be tough opponents when we get to the capital.”

Sylvain chuckles at Raphael’s endless optimism. “Right. Can I borrow Felix for a moment?”

Felix sheaths his sword and walks over to Sylvain. Sylvain turns so that Lysithea stops staring at him and throws an arm over Felix’s shoulders. Felix immediately shrugs it off and Sylvain smiles at the familiarity of their antics.

Keeping his voice low, he asks, “Is Ingrid being weird around you too?”

Felix just stares at him.

Sylvain frowns. “What?”

Felix grabs his arm and twists it just until the point of pain. Sylvain jerks his hand back, shaking it out and scowling at his friend.

“What the fuck, Felix?” he demands.

Felix scoffs. “Knight’s Hall.”

And then he’s turning around and walking back over to Raphael and Lysithea to resume whatever strange training regiment the three of them have developed. Sylvain stands there for a moment. He supposes that if Dimitri and Felix don’t have answers for him, his next best bet is probably Ingrid herself.

-

It’s mid-evening by the time that Sylvain arrives in the Knight’s Hall, but it isn’t any cooler than it had been in the afternoon. The torch sconces outside are lit and there is faint chatter that he can here from inside which means he is probably correct in assuming that at least one of his old classmates is still here.

He pushes open the door and is immediately assaulted by the image of Ingrid absolutely brutalizing a training dummy with a training lance. Sylvain stands there for a second just watching her smooth motions and the rippling muscles in her back, arms, and legs as she spins and jabs and tears into the dummy in absolutely brutal fashion.

Sylvain scans the rest of the Knight’s Hall and sees Mercedes and Annette sitting by the fire, flipping through tomes and exchanging whispers here and there. Ingrid seems so completely preoccupied with her training routine that she doesn’t even notice him. Sylvain redirects to the fire pit, plopping onto the couch next to Annette.

Annette jumps and snaps her book closed on her hand. Her brow twitches and she slowly reopens the book, shaking out her finger. “Hi Sylvain,” she greets.

Sylvain steals a glance back at Ingrid who has finished tearing up one dummy and is moving onto the next one.

“Why is she acting like Felix?” he whispers to Annette. “She’s not usually like this.”

Mercedes and Annette exchange a knowing look and Sylvain narrows his eyes as he looks between the two mages.

“She’s frustrated,” Mercedes offers as if he’s supposed to believe that’s all it is.

Sylvain sighs. “Fine, but why is she treating me like I’m horrible to be around right now? She’s not doing it to anyone else.”

Mercedes pats his arm and Sylvain feels pitied and a bit stupid. “She’s had a frustrating couple of weeks.”

Sylvain looks at Annette who is, historically, the worst liar he has ever met in his entire life. “Annette?”

Annette gives him a tiny grin which tells him that she knows something he doesn’t. “Why don’t you spar with her? Maybe that will be better for her frustration than destroying every training dummy we have.”

Sylvain pauses. It’s a reasonable suggestion, but Annette’s little smile still makes him nervous about anything related to Ingrid. Mercedes smothers a tiny giggle into her hand and Sylvain realizes that he is really not going to get anything out of either of them, so he stands up, heading towards Ingrid.

He picks up a training lance from the weapons rack and steps in front of her, catching her next blow and blocking it from hitting the training dummy. Ingrid immediately stumbles back, her eyes wide.

“Sylvain!” She looks completely startled to see him. “When did you get here?”

He chuckles and makes a loose, light jab towards her which she blocks instinctually. “A few minutes ago. Thought you might prefer a sparring partner to a defenceless dummy.”

Her lips purse, but she strikes back at him with a wider swing. “Fine, but you had better keep up.”

Sylvain grins and counters. He steps forward and she retreats, light on her toes, before she spins around him, trying to get behind him. While once Ingrid might have wiped the floor with him thanks to his lackadaisical ideas about training, he has seriously picked up his training during the war. He has her beat in the physical strength area, but Ingrid is seriously quick and it’s only years of training against her and Felix that allow him to read her movements well enough to block most of her strikes.

Still, Ingrid is coming at him with a vigour she doesn’t normally bring while training and Sylvain is quickly forced on the defensive. He locks the shafts of their lances together and slides in, closing the gap between them allowed by their weapons and Ingrid’s eyes blow wide with alarm. He’s not Felix, so he has no experience with grappling, but her lesser strength has her at a disadvantage here.

Sylvain, unfortunately, is momentarily very distracted by the candlelight flickering in her green eyes and she frees her lance, dropping the tip and sweeping his legs out from under him in a quick, fluid motion. The training lance catches in the material of his shirt as she draws it up to point at his chin and there’s a ripping sound as it catches on the ties of it.

Sylvain and Ingrid both study Sylvain’s now ripped shirt. From the fires in the sconces around the Knight’s Hall, the fire in the fireplace, the warm evening, and the exertion from the workout, Sylvain’s next action is done without thinking.

He pushes aside the tip of Ingrid’s lance and sits up. He strips out of his ripped shirt and stands up, kicking his lance back into his hands as he turns back to her, now shirtless. Ingrid’s lance is still pointing at the ground as she stares at his stomach blankly. Sylvain raises an eyebrow and she quickly turns her head away, her cheeks flaming.

“Round two?” he suggests.

There’s a smattering of laughter from over by the fire as Mercedes and Annette giggle at the scene.

Ingrid doesn’t give him the courtesy of a warning before she’s swinging her lance at his shins. She follows the blow with a slicing upward strike that Sylvain only barely deflects. His own weapon rattles from the force of catching her blow and he steps back. Ingrid follows, staying her course of what appears to be “incapacitate Sylvain as quickly as possible”.

Her blows are quick and rapid and Sylvain is barely agile enough to block half of them. When her lance's shaft smacks across his ribs hard enough to bruise, he lashes out with one of his feet to get her back. Unfortunately, the only thing he succeeds in doing is unbalancing himself as she hooks his foot with a grappling move he has only ever seen Felix use and takes him down.

Sylvain lands hard on his back in the sand, but Ingrid is not proficient in grappling and doesn’t realize that she has actually given him an advantage. Sylvain jerks his lance along the sang, sweeping her own foot and she comes crashing down after him, landing on top of him. She hadn’t been expecting the blow, so her weapon goes skittering away as her hands land square on his chest. Her legs slide around his hips and then Ingrid is sitting on top of him on the floor of the Knight’s Hall.

Sylvain stills, his chest heaving from exertion. Ingrid is gaping at him, but she isn’t moving off of him and Sylvain’s attention is unintentionally drawn to the iron of her thighs around his torso and the corded muscles of her forearms where she braces against his chest. Since they’re sparring, and Sylvain is still holding a weapon, he rolls, forcing her over.

Now he’s pinning her in the sand and he slides his lance up under her chin, effectively ending the duel. He expects Ingrid to laugh and shove him off because it’s so like them to devolve into grappling while sparring, but instead, her whole face turns incredibly red.

Sylvain pauses, staring down at her. She’s embarrassed? It doesn’t really compute why she’s embarrassed unless that she’s really ashamed to have lost to him.

There’s a scuffle of movement behind them which Sylvain dimly registers as Annette and Mercedes running out of the Knight’s Hall. He’s still staring at Ingrid like an idiot.

The redness in her face doesn’t fade, but she does shove him this time and he flails and falls back onto his ass. Ingrid doesn’t stand up, but she does curl her knees into her chest and bury her face her hands. Sylvain doesn’t get up either and just blinks at her.

“Ingy?” he says, testing out a nickname from back when they were children. “What’s up?"

“Nothing!” she squeaks out, lying worse that Annette normally does.

“Ingrid,” Sylvain says, growing more serious and a little more concerned. “What’s wrong?”

She drops her hands and tries to glare at him, but the lingering redness in her face makes it charming and endearing instead of intimidating like a normal Ingrid glare. “Nothing,” she says again.

Sylvain sighs. He stands up and dusts his hands off on his pants. He offers her a hand up and she takes it. He pulls her up and she stumbles into him before springing away as if he had burned her.

“Can we talk about why you’re being weird? We have an important mission ahead of us,” he begins, trying to defuse the situation.

Ingrid rounds on him, blushing again. “Oh my god, Sylvain, do you have any idea how attractive you are?” she snaps, obviously without thinking.

Sylvain feels his jaw drop. “Uh,” he stutters dumbly.

He knows he’s an attractive guy as the amount of female attention he had flirted with when he had been younger had been a very good indication of the fact that he is at least good looking. He had just never realized that Ingrid had noticed.

She spins away from him, burning her face back into her hands and groaning.

Sylvain’s eyes skim over her and he takes in her small, wiry form. She’s the picture of a lady knight and she’s an absolute badass. Sylvain’s brain immediately burrows into the ground as he remembers the feeling of her strong thighs caging his torso. Her hair glows gold in the firelight and her shirt clings to her from the sweat accumulated during her workout.

Ingrid is, as Ferdinand had unfortunately pointed out, incredibly beautiful.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” he asks. “Because you think I’m attractive?”

She turns back to him, glaring, but she is still red. “If I say yes will you leave me alone and we can pretend this entire conversation never happened?”

Sylvain runs a hand through his hair. That’s one possibility, but he kind of likes the idea that he can fluster Ingrid. He smirks at her and steps towards her. Ingrid tenses, but to her credit, she does not run away from him immediately.

“There’s nothing wrong with finding your best friend attractive is there?” he asks.

Carefully, with motions as though not to startle a skittish animal, he places a hand on her waist. Ingrid watches him do it, looking mildly alarmed. He steps closer to her again and the adorable blush creeps up her neck.

“Sylvain,” she warns.

“I mean we have a two-sided problem in that case if it is a problem.”

She blinks, processing his words. “What?”

He grins. “You’re hot, Ingy.” The childhood nickname feels weird paired with the compliment about her physical attractiveness, but he doesn’t regret it.

Ingrid’s foot kicks out and then Sylvain is falling to the ground again. He pulls on her as he goes down and she lands square on top of him again, this time settled over his hips. She presses an arm against the top of his chest to keep him down in the dirt.

“Shut up!”

He laughs. “I’d say you won round three, but you know,” he taps her hips with his hands, “I count this as a win for myself.”

Ingrid swallows visibly and then she leans down and kisses him. The kiss is hard and slightly awkward because she’s still pinning him to the sandy floor of the training pit and then because she jerks away after a second, flailing back as if she had just realized what she had done.

Sylvain grins lazily and tightens his grip on her hips so that she can’t run away from him. “That’s one way to shut me up.”

She bites her lip, looking uncertain, and loosens her grip on him. “Sylvain,” she starts.

He shakes his head. “Hey, you’ve been avoiding me. Can I talk first?”

She nods slowly and he rubs his thumbs over her hips, trying to be reassuring, but Ingrid just shivers at his touch and his mind almost immediately starts to wander back to the thighs of absolute steel bracketing his hips.

“I think you’re amazing,” he offers. “You’re badass and beautiful and you’re one of my best friends, Ing.”

She steals a glance at his hands on her hips and then looks back at him. Her green eyes sparkle and Sylvain’s heart flutters. “You think I’m beautiful?” she asks quietly.

“I do,” he agrees.

Ingrid’s hands loosen until they’re more of a touch than a pin and she shifts, her hips pressing into his. Sylvain’s hands tighten unintentionally and Ingrid freezes.

“Sorry!” she squeaks.

He feels himself flush a little. Ingrid continues on her previously decided path, leaning down as her hands flatten against his bare chest until she can kiss him lightly, almost hesitantly. Sylvain tips his chin up into the kiss and she responds by putting a little more force into the gesture.

Sylvain releases her hip and cups the side of her face as he kisses her back. Her lips are slightly chapped and warm and she tastes like the spicy meat they had had for dinner that night. He tightens his grip on her and considers trying to roll her onto her back, but then Ingrid’s hand shoves him down against the sand again as she runs a hand over his stomach. Sylvain grunts and deepens the kiss.

She opens her mouth to him without thinking and arches into the hand that he buries into her hair and the one on her hip. They kiss blindly and stupidly for a while until Ingrid tears back to breathe, her chest heaving as she stares down at him.

“Uh,” she stutters.

“Do you want to go for dinner with me tomorrow?” Sylvain asks before she can dig herself a hole. “On a real date,” he clarifies, just to be certain.

Ingrid’s awkwardness fades into a shy, cute smile. “I’d like that.”

She doesn’t move off of him and Sylvain glances down at their situation. She’s still basically sitting on top of him while he’s shirtless. There is no one else in the Knight’s Hall and there probably won’t be tonight since it’s getting later now.

“One condition,” he continues, his thumb tapping her hip lightly. She raises an eyebrow. “Kiss me aga-”

He doesn’t get the words out before she swallows them with a hard kiss.

[rosemary-morgan]

John Marston X F.Reader: The sky in her eyes - Part 5

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The sky in her eyes - Part 5

The hot midday sun shone down on John without mercy as he did his work on the fields. The sweat ran down his forehead, no matter how many times he ran his hand over it to dry himself off. Sighing heavily, he paused in his work. It was time to take a break. John put the shovel aside to take off his sweaty shirt. A fine sweat film lay on his masculine torso and his strong back. A beautiful sight for your eyes - that was the first thing you thought when you descended the steps of the porch. You had prepared a sandwich, and something to drink for John since he has been busy doing his work. It was time for a break. "You should eat and drink something, John." When John saw the delicious sandwich on the plate, his stomach immediately growled. You giggled softly, handed him his snack, and a glass of lemonade. "Here. Enjoy it." "Thank you very much, Y/N." You really were an angel, and John was very grateful to you for worrying about him. It was a good feeling. John hadn't expected you to still be so nice to him. After all, the truth about him hadn't been a harmless thing. But you seemed to have forgiven him. "It will be a good harvest this year", you said as you leaned down to the plants to look at them. John watched you as your delicate fingers carefully stroked the green leaves. God, you were so tender, so delicate. He had to smile while looking at you, and suddenly, he was no longer interested in his sandwich. Your long, soft hair was much more pleasant for his eyes. The tender shoulders, your feminine neck... John cleared his throat before drinking the glass of lemonade.

The days passed. John was glad that your relationship hadn't suffered. On the contrary, you were still very helpful and kind to him. You worked as hard on this farm as he did. And in the evenings you relaxed together in front of a campfire, enjoying spending time with each other. John had even told you some stories from his past life. You had to admit that his stories were really exciting. The last night, you and John had spent hours talking, so you were very tired this morning. John was sitting at the round table in the kitchen, drinking his coffee. He hoped that the black liquid would keep him awake. You stood at the kitchen counter, filling your glass with fresh milk that you had boiled last night. You wanted to sit down at the table with John, taking a sip of your milk. However, you were so clumsy, that you dropped the white liquid directly on your blouse. "Oh, no..." You sighed annoyed because you had just put this blouse on a few minutes ago. When you opened the first three buttons of your blouse, and John saw the bulges of your breasts, he choked on his bread. The young man had to admit that the sight of the white liquid on your chest reminded him instantly of erotic things. The milk ran between the crack of your breasts, and he couldn't do anything about it, but his cock reacted immediately, pressing against the fabric of his trousers. He cursed silently, biting his lower lip painfully. >>Not now! Shit! Shit!<< "I'm going to change my clothes," you said and left the kitchen, not knowing what John was thinking about this situation. The young man looked after you, his eyes instantly fell on your firm, and round butt, which was hidden under your long skirt. "Christ alive!" John couldn't think of anything else that day than you. He just hadn't forgotten what had happened in the kitchen this morning, and he had to grin when he thought about how beautiful it had been. But of course, he kept these thoughts to himself, enjoying it silently.

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"Off... what a day..." You lay down in bed with a heavy sigh. You had worked a lot today, and therefore, you were very exhausted. The soft pillow and the fresh sheet under your body felt like heaven. With a smile on your lips, you were about to fall asleep until loud shots tore you out of your peace. Startled, you sat up, looking around in confusion. Did you just imagine these shots? But when you heard these loud noises again, you realized that you and John were in danger. Immediately, you jumped out of bed, and grabbed your dressing gown, pulled it over your nighte to cover your skin. When you entered the living room, you saw John pulling his suspenders over his shoulders. He must have been surprised in his sleep too. "John!" The young man turned to you, the shotgun that was always hanging over the fireplace, was lying in his strong hands now. "Y/N!" John wasn't happy to see you right now. He didn't know what was going on outside, and he didn't want anything to happen to you. But one thing John could say with certainty: They were in danger, and those people had no good intentions. "Please! Go back to your room and lock the door!" "No! I'll go with you!" "Are you insane?! No!" John couldn't stand the thought that anything could happen to you, and he knew the dangers a young woman was exposed to. You didn't have any chance to talk to John, because he was stubborn, and he would never allow you to follow him. "Stay. Here!" That was the last thing John said before leaving the house to face the uninvited guests. But you were just as stubborn as John. Immediately, you went to John's room and grabbed his revolver out of a drawer...

"What are you doing on my property? Get the hell out of here!" John saw four men. They sat on their horses and they were well-armed. Whatever these strangers were up to, it wouldn´t be a good thing. "Take a look at this! This farm boy is threatening us!" "Didn't you hear what he said?!" Suddenly, you were standing next to John. Fearless and with a revolver in your hand. John swallowed hard when he saw you. Why the hell weren't you in the house? But at the moment it wasn't the time to argue. "Ey! Look at that lady! Is that your wife, farm boy?! Surely, you won´t mind if we borrow her, don´t you?!" said one of the men, grinning provocatively at John. When John heard that, his eyes became dark, and he immediately stood protectively in front of you. John would never allow them to touch you. Still, John had to remain calm since this situation was very dangerous. John knew this type of man only too well. They were unscrupulous. "Go back into the house, Y/N", John said to you quietly so that only you could hear him. "No, John. I won't let you down." Your eyes were soft, your voice a whisper. You wouldn´t allow that John will be taken away from you! You had lost so much in your life. John was the only thing left to you. You wanted to reach for his hand now, but it was the wrong moment. Suddenly, one of the men aiming the revolver at John, but John acted immediately. He shot the man without hesitation, and he fell dead from his horse. The other three men didn't realize what had happened at first, and that gave both of you time to take cover. "Y/N! GO! NOW!" John pushed you back into the house, and when the door closed behind you, you heard the men shooting wildly again. "JOHN!" You winced terribly each time you heard the bullet hit the wooden wall. You couldn't describe in words how great the fear you felt about John's life was.

The situation was out of control and extremely dangerous. John's only care was to protect you. Fortunately, this was not the first time that John was in such a critical situation. He concentrated, kept calm, and managed to shoot another man. Now there were only two men left, but John was out of ammunition. "Shit..." Sweat ran down his temple. What should he do now? These men were two and armed. He wouldn't survive that. John thought of you and what would happen to you if he died. You were such a brave woman, and he appreciated that you wanted to protect him. But John would never let you get hurt because of him. "What is it, farm boy?! When we're done with you, we'll fuck your whore!" "Let´s get out of here, man! He killed Sam and Tommy, damn it!" "I bet he runs out of ammunition and is now hiding from us!" John heard the man laugh, but his laugh passed the next moment - His friend just rode away. "What?! HEY! YOU COWARD! GET BACK HERE!" There was only one man left now, and he was getting very nervous. He and his friends had thought that they could terrorize another farmer and his family. But they thought wrong.

It was quiet outside, and that worried you. You leaned your ear against the door, tried to hear what was going on. Your heart pounded like crazy, your stomach contracted painfully with fear. "John... oh god, please! Save him! I don't want to lose him...", you whispered in fear. That would break your heart! "John... please, please!"

"Where are you?! Show yourself farmers boy!" John had suddenly disappeared from the stranger's field of vision, and therefore, he was getting more and more nervous. With every little movement that seemed suspicious to him, he shot blindly. Two of his friends were already dead, and he didn't want to be the third victim. "SHOW YOURSELF!" John sneaked up behind him with a hunting knife in his hand. But his enemy noticed him before John could have cut his throat. He hit John's face, and John dropped his hunting knife. "Son of a bitch!" He was about to shot a bullet between John's eyes, but when he pulled the trigger, there was only a loud click, but no bullet shot out. "Shit!" He threw his gun to the ground and John didn't give him time to take another step. John rammed him to the ground, starting to punching his face, but that guy knew how to defend himself. He brought John under his body, and start to beat him. "I´m going to kill you!" "You dirty piece of shit! You will end up like your friends!" John gripped the man's throat tightly, rolled over his enemy, and regained control. But with a skillful movement, the man managed to push John away from him. Without hesitation, the man hurried to the hunting knife, which was thrown several meters away from them in the duel. He immediately reached for it, and it had only been a moment when John had been careless - The stranger rammed the knife between his ribs. John cried out in pain as the cold blade pierced his flesh. "That´s it, boy!", he hissed to John, growling deep like a wild animal. He pulled the blade out of John's body to stab him again. John heard his blood roaring in his ears, he saw his own blood on that blade, and the only thing he could think of right now was you. This animal would rape you, and John couldn't stand that thought. He saw the blade was coming toward him - slowly, as if time was going to stop. John was unable to do anything. Would his life end like this? But suddenly there was a loud shot, and a bullet shredded his tormentor's brain to pieces. He immediately fell lifeless on the dusty floor. John was still shocked.  "Sweet Jesus..." John looked at you with wide eyes, saw that you were still holding the revolver firmly between your hands while looking at the dead body of the man. "Y/N!" He woke up from his trance, feeling the stinging pain on his body. "Ahhh!" The young man reached for his injury. Blood covered his entire hand, dripped between his fingers, and the young man groaned again in pain. John tried to move toward you, trying to ignore the pain. You seemed to be somewhere else with your thoughts. Your shoulders trembled, your hands trembled, and the look on your face told him that you were in shock. "Hey... hey. It's okay..." His voice was gentle, his eyes worried as he slowly reached for the revolver in your hand. "It's over, Y/N." His voice calmed you, the warmth of his skin spread to yours, and you felt yourself slowly awaken from your rigidity. But you also became aware of what you had just done. It wasn't easy to cope with the fact that you killed a man. Again. But to protect John, you would make every sacrifice. John's hand touched your neck as he carefully put the revolver aside, but he didn't take his eyes off your face. "Shhh... it's okay..." The next moment he pulled your head to his shoulder, and you nestled against his strong body. Suddenly, he winced in pain, instinctively reaching for his wound. "Hssss!" You free yourself from his embrace, looking at him with your eyes wide open. "John! Oh my god!"

You had to do something, and quickly! You put your arm around his waist while John placed an arm around your shoulder. "Ahh...! Christ!" The pain was unbearable, and with every step John took, it only got worse. But with your help, he made it into the house, and there he sat down on a chair. "Hold on!" Tears moistened your rosy cheeks. To see how much he suffered hurt you deeply. You would take care of him immediately, and you would do your best. John saw your tears, seeing how worried you were about him. A gentle smile was on his lips, and he reached out for you, gently stroking your cheek with his fingers. You saved his life, and he would never forget that. "I'm so glad nothing happened to you..." John whispered, and those words almost made your heart explode. "John..." His smile grew, and he couldn't take his eyes off your pretty face, nor was his pain very important right now. But at the moment it wasn't the right time to get sentimental, so you hurried out of the room to get the tools you needed to take care of John. When you returned to him, you helped John unbutton his shirt, pulling it over his head. It was very tiring for John, and at the same time painful. He gasped sharply as he leaned back against the chair. "Fuck... ahhh..." You knelt in front of him, immediately got to work. You knew you couldn't spare him any pain, but John took it all in silence. Of course, he hissed now and then in pain, because the injury was quite deep. It had to be sewn. "It'll hurt badly now" you said, and John nods in agreement. There was no other choice. Your right hand began to tremble, and of course, John didn't miss that. He had to do something to calm you down. He reached gently for your wrist. "Y/N... look at me." You looked up at him with worried eyes. You had never done this before, and you were very afraid. "I trust you, Y/N." You nodded slowly, feeling his thumb gently stroking your delicate wrist. "We'll do it together." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment. "Okay..." You followed John's instructions, and when the needle touched his injured flesh, John bit his lip hard. God, he could hear the needle being pushed through the delicate flesh. But more pressure would be needed. "Okay... hhnngg! Stronger... push it stronger through ... nghh... my skin..."

Every further stitch was the purest torture for John. The only thing that made his pain more bearable was whiskey. "Jesus... hssss, ahh!" John reached for the bottle. He had already drunk half of it. He took a long sip, felt the burning liquid sliding down his throat. When you finally finished your work, John's face and body were covered in sweat. It had been so hard for him to endure this pain. The young man was completely exhausted, and so was you. Your fingers were smeared with blood, which had already dried on your skin. With a pitying expression on your face, you looked up at him, sighing with relief. "It's over, John", you said softly, whereupon the young man opened his eyes, looking at you completely exhausted. With a faint smile on his lips, he nodded to you. "Good work..." God, you couldn't describe in words how glad you were that he was still with you. If you hadn't taken care of him, maybe John wouldn't have made it. This thought was very frightening, and it made you cry. John was looking down at you, his eyes filled with affection. He would like to hug you now, but John barely managed to stay awake. He was so tired. "Hey... don't." You couldn't do anything about these feelings. The shock was still deep inside you. The feeling of fear broke over you like a big wave. He could have died! This wonderful person was almost taken away from you. "it's okay, Y/N..." "John..." You sob softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you looked up at him. "I almost saw you die before my eyes. This pig... this pig..." You sob again, this time louder than before. The sight of that animal pulling the blade out of John's body to stab him again... God! That was horrible! "Y/N..." John was touched that you were so worried about him. His stomach started to tingle, and his heart burned. He hadn't felt this emotion in years. "I couldn't stand the idea to lose you, John," you whispered as you slowly placed your head in his lap, closing your eyes. The young man glanced down at you. With his hand he stroked gently through your full hair, trying to give you back the tenderness that you gave him. "Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for having such a good heart."

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Since that night, everything had changed between you. John had lost his heart to you, and he couldn't imagine anything better than spending his time with you. You were an incredible woman. You were brave, strong, and beautiful. You saved his life, and he was very grateful to you. Three weeks had passed since that night, and John had recovered well from his injury. You had ordered him to rest, and you hadn´t accepted any contradictions from him. You had worked a lot for this ranch in the past few weeks, and John had a guilty conscience since he hadn't been a great help. "Can´t you sleep neither?" Your gentle voice pulled John out of his thoughts. You were standing in front of him, in a dark green dressing gown, which looked lovely on you. John's eyes admired you, but he didn't want to be rude by staring at you. So, he closed his eyes for a moment, smiling, and shaking his head softly. "Uhm... yes. Can´t sleep tonight," he replied softly. You went to him, sitting next to him on the couch. "Are you alright?" John smiled, looking at you. "Well, I haven't been helpful in the past three weeks. You worked very hard." "But John, we've already discussed that." "I know, Y/N. But now I´ll able to work again, and I want you to take a break for a few days." "But..." John shook his head when you tried to protest. You deserved a few days off. "You are exhausted, and I can see that you need a break." You sighed softly when John said that, and you had to admit that he was right. Yes, you were very exhausted, and you hadn't taken the time to deal with the events of that fearful night. "Yes. You are probably right." You sighed, but smiling while looking at your lap. John was such a kind person. "You know John, I grew up on a farm. My parents taught me a lot." John turned to face you so that he was able to look into your beautiful eyes while listening to you. You hadn't told him about your past yet, and he would like to know more about you. "Believe it or not, but my father taught me how to cook." John had to smile when he heard that. It was indeed a rarity. You told John about how you grew up, and that your parents were very loving people. They had taught you what was important in life, and you had always taken their advice seriously. Unfortunately, John hadn't been very lucky to grow up with loving parents. He had lived on the street for years until Dutch van der Linde found him. He and his gang, had once been his family, and John had also suffered many losses. He would never get over the death of his friend Arthur.

But John still didn't understand one thing.  How did you end up living on the street? That question would surely torture him all night if he didn't ask you. John wasn't a curious person. He just wanted to understand what had happened to you. "Y/N. What happened? Why did you end up on the street?" You sighed softly. It was a long story, and the memories were painful. But maybe it would be a good thing to tell him about your feelings. "You know John, my parents died in a fire many years ago." John instantly regretted asking you because he could imagine how disturbing those memories must be for you. "Y/N... I- I'm sorry! I...!" But you shook your head, telling him he didn't have to apologize. "After this tragedy, I went to Saint-Denis to live with my aunt and my uncle. But that had been a different life, John. I didn´t like the moral views of that family. Eventually, I ran away to live my own life. Unfortunately, without success." Other things happened after that. Back in Valentine, when this terrible outlaw and his gang showed up, and destroyed the whole town. You hadn't told anyone about it before. You were disgusted with these hideous thoughts of being almost raped. You killed your tormentor. God, it was a terrible night. Your eyes stared in the crackling fire in the chimney, watching the dancing flames. "I killed a man in Valentine, John," you said quietly, not taking your eyes off the fire. John frowned when he heard that and his intense gaze rested on you. You felt that. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes before continuing. "He... uhm..." You bit your lower lip, fell silent again. The memories of that night were painful, and it was harder to talk about than you thought. "He and his gang killed a lot of people before my eyes." Your eyes were sad when you looked at John. John didn't respond, just listened to what you had to say. "I killed him out of self-defense, John. He almost raped me." When John heard these words, he gasped sharply, looking at you in shock. "I was so shocked, and I was terrified of what his men would do to me. I fled from Valentine, John. I had nothing with me. No money, no clothes. Nothing." You felt cold when you thought about what you saw in Valentine. So much violence, so many corpses of innocent people. "I... uhm..." Suddenly, your voice began to tremble. The images in your head started to torture you. God, you just wanted to forget. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." You said nothing, staring into the chimney to see the fire dancing in it, but the view became unclear by your tears. "Y/N..." You felt John's warm hand on the back of your neck, which made you gasped softly. It felt so good to be touched by him. You closed your eyes, and the first tears fell over your cheeks. John gently pulled you to his chest. You heard his calm heartbeat, which made you relax. His body was so warm, and you felt safe with him. That was exactly what you needed right now. Another person's affection and love. "I'm with you, Y/N" John whispered as he placed his strong arms around you, kissing your temple. John was shocked by what you had experienced. "I will never let anyone hurt you, Y/N." John would give his life for you...

[buckmecaptain]

With you.

This is my entry for the #fangirlovestuffbdaychallenge for @fangirlovestuff​.  My prompt was to write for the couple who is each other’s Ride or Die.  I was going for utter fluff, then fell down a rabbit hole.  Hope this is good enough, and I hope your birthday was wonderful!    (Image is not mine.  Rico and the typing errors all belong to me. :D )

Summary:  Bucky finds the one he’s needed all along. Word count: 2966

Warnings: Mentions of death/loss, grief, canon-typical violence, guns, blood, pain, a few naughty words and allusions to makin’ whoopee.

For hearts that are weary, broken, lost and lonely, there is no better balm than loyalty.  Bucky Barnes's heart was in dire need of said balm and it came to him in the form of a sweet and lovely woman with a hot temper and the energy level of a Redbull-swilling hummingbird.

She was there when Steve left and tore "I'm with you 'til the end of the line" asunder.  She was there when he had those sleepless nights broken by night terrors and resurfacing memories.  She was there as the former Fist of Hydra became James Barnes once more.  She fought the press, social media, and the government for him.

Joining the revamped Avengers and taking on the worst of the world - and beyond - was a no-brainer for Bucky: he'd found a new life, and a way to move on.  It was a chance to be a protector and a shot at redemption for all the wrongs that still lay heavy on his heart.

He didn't expect to fall in love.

The great tales of sweeping romance tell of the beautiful maiden, sweet and demure, who somehow manages to get under the scars and skin and brutality of the battle-hardened warrior, warming his heart and making him feel human again.  They don't usually tell stories of maidens who throw hands at media personnel, curse like longshoremen, and are most likely batshit crazy.

Bucky's initial impression of the woman codenamed Ricochet was limited to glimpses of her in the final battle with Thanos.  Her ability to project a shield capable of absorbing and redirecting kinetic energy and projectiles had helped save several of earth's mightiest heroes during that epic fight, most notably Tony Stark.

Somehow, in the final moments she had figured out what Doctor Strange already knew and made a beeline for Stark, shooting or stabbing enemies as she sped past, showing impressive parkour and combat skills while keeping her eyes on the prize and spewing a string of curses that increased in volume and creativity the closer she got to him.

Ricochet bounded from a pile of rubble and landed, skidding to a stop behind Tony just as he said those fated words; "And I am Iron Man." As he snapped his fingers, she threw everything she had into a shield unlike any she'd conjured and pushed.  The ensuing power surge had overtaxed her shield's absorption capability and rendered her unconscious for almost a week.  A small price to pay; Stark had lost his hand but kept his life, and the battle was won.

After the fight, the team thought they would finally have time to recover and heal from the pain of losing Natasha, but it wasn't meant to be.

When Steve stepped onto the platform, taking with him the only sense of normalcy and grounding Bucky had left, Ricochet had walked up to the damaged man and simply held him.  This woman, with whom he'd exchanged only a handful of words since meeting her, was comforting the big bad Winter Soldier.  Shoring him up against a flood of emotions that were threatening to overtake him from all sides.  All she said to him, quietly, was “I'm with you.”

That moment sparked a connection between them that both desperately needed.  Bucky began to lower his walls and engage with the others, and “Rico” was calmer in his presence.  Soon enough, they were inseparable – or as Sam would say, insufferable – and melded into their places on the team, helping to ease the feeling of void Steve and Natasha left behind.

Eventually, there were late-night drinks and movies when one or the other couldn't sleep, long conversations about the loved ones they'd lost and mistakes of their past, and so many nights where Bucky was the little spoon after his mind bombarded him through the veil of sleep with another nightmare.

When Rico's mother passed away suddenly, Bucky held her while she cried and accompanied her to the funeral, silently lending her his strength and support.  On the days when she would miss her dear friend, Natasha, spending hours in the late Black Widow's quarters, lying on the bed and grieving, Bucky would silently follow.  He always took a seat across the room and read a book while Rico connected with her lost friend in the only way she could.

“No matter how often we win, there's always a fight and we always lose pieces, don't we?” She mumbled quietly into Natasha's pillow.  “Nat had everything together.  She coped so well.  I always hoped I could learn that from her.  Just ran out of time.  There's never enough time.”  She sniffled as her eyes burned with unshed tears.

Bucky sat on the corner of the bed and slowly stroked her calf and ankle with a feather-light touch.  “That's why we have to make the most of the time we have, baby.”  He placed his palm against her thigh so she could feel the comforting weight and warmth of him.  “And you do have it together.  I'm with you.”

She smiled and patted his hand.  "As long as I have you, I can hold on," she vowed and sniffled again.  "You know I've always got your six, right Buckybear?"

He hooked his pinky finger with hers.  “Always, sugar.”

One had fled Hydra, the other had fled the Red Room.  Together, they comforted one another, chasing away the darkness and pain, so perhaps it was inevitable that their close friendship sparked something more. In no time at all, the spark became a blaze, then became a full-fledged inferno.  Rico's passion was Bucky and she was his, and the team soon learned not to blindly enter rooms in the tower or risk mortal embarrassment.

They took to the field with a bit too much gusto on occasion, much to the chagrin of Sam Wilson, Captain America, who was tasked with running this version of the Avengers.  On any given mission the poor guy facepalmed and rolled his eyes more than humanly possible and oftentimes his scolding went unnoticed or at least unheeded.

Calls of, "How the hell did you even get up there, Rico?"  Were often answered with a giggle and "Don't worry! Winter will catch me!" and Ricochet would fling herself off of whatever anxiety-inducing height and angle her body toward Bucky.  Usually, this resulted in Sam swooping in to snatch her in mid-air.  

Admonishments such as “Oh hell no, Buck.  Come on, man!” were usually met with a snort and, “Don't worry, I have an idea.”  These were most often followed by giant explosions and fire.  So much fire.  It always worked out in the end and Bucky was happy to peacock about his skills, though Sam and the others called it “dumb luck”.  Sam always stressed the “dumb”.

All in a day's work for a superhero team, right?

Skills or no skills, at some point luck runs out for everybody, and on one particular mission, Bucky and Rico's luck headed for the hills.  

They had just blown a Hydra bunker all to hell and were scattered throughout the expansive courtyard dealing with the stragglers in the aftermath and debris.

“I got at least three dozen, south-southeast, comin' in hot!”  the Captain yelled over the comm.

“Little busy here!” Ant-Man replied as he and Wanda traded blows with a swarm of operatives.

"Who's in the south tower- oh no," Sam groaned.

“I have a plan!”  Bucky answered.

“He so does!”  Rico chimed in.

“I swear it's a good one this time,” came the retort, followed by mechanical clanking and whirring.

Sam facepalmed and sighed.  “Bucky... no.”

“Bucky yes” the Winter Soldier snorted, and the team heard the distinct sound of his grappling hook firing, then attaching to a half-destroyed wall.

Rico whooped from overhead.  “Hell yeah, zipline!”

The Avengers looked up at the tower window just in time to see Bucky launch himself onto the grappling hook line, using his vibranium hand for a carabiner, his other arm wrapped around an AK-107-toting Ricochet.  When they cleared the ledge, she wrapped her legs around Bucky's waist, leaned backward until she was upside down, and rained bullets down on the invaders in the courtyard below.

“Death from above, bitches!” she hollered as she emptied her magazine and body after body crumpled to the ground.

Once they were close enough to land safely, they detached and helped the team sweep the area, searching for survivors among the fallen.

“Tic Tac, how's it looking up north?”

“All clear high and low, Captain, Sir!”  Ant-Man replied enthusiastically.

“West is still and good to go as well,” Scarlet Witch reported.

War Machine reported that the eastern route was good, so the team began the southern sweep over uneven terrain filled with the heavy cover of demolished outbuildings.

Rico and Bucky were silently and swiftly approaching a small guard shack that had somehow remained intact, their movements completely in sync with one another.  Over the last year, they'd developed a line of communication that worked through the slightest of gestures and facial expressions, and it paid off time and time again.  Without a word, she threw up a shield in front of Bucky as he kicked in the door of the shack and the agents inside began shooting.  The bullets bounced harmlessly off of the shield and back at the gunmen, as he and Rico returned fire.

Unfortunately, the gunshots masked movement behind them.  Bucky barely had time to register Rico's scream of pain before his body was contorting in agony.  Bullets ripped through him from behind and he was staggering, turning, stumbling, falling.  He landed on his back, dazed and weak.

With her breath rattling and blood pouring from her mouth, Rico crawled over to him, grasping at his tac suit and trying to apply pressure to his exit wounds.

“Babydoll,” he croaked out, fighting for air, “you okay?”

She nodded weakly and lay her head on his chest.  “'M with you,” she slurred, eyes fluttering closed, “ 'M okay as long as- as you're... here.”  She coughed and blood flowed from her mouth onto Bucky's tac jacket.

“Hey- hey, stay awake, baby.  Stay with me.  I need you, you hear me?” He ran a shaky hand through her hair.

“I know,” she replied, her voice quivering and weak. “what... what would you do... without me?”

Bucky smiled.  “Not gonna- gonna find out.  Not this time.”

“Feels like the end of the line.”  Her voice trailed off as she interlaced her fingers with his.

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More than a month passed, and Bucky was still in the deepest stage of grief.  He'd lost weight because he barely ate, his hair overlong and greasy and his stubble had quickly grown into a full-fledged beard. He drank enough water to stay hydrated and Sam was able to force him to wash up every four or five days, thanks to Wanda's powers pushing and shoving him into the shower.  The only thing he willingly did for himself was brush his teeth, and that's because he remembered how much Rico loved his smile.

“So perfect,” she murmured, studying his face in the muted light of the accent lamp, the one shaped like an octopus with the capiz shell head he'd bought for her when she' dexclaimed over it through the antique store window.  Her fingers brushed over his jawline as she leaned on his chest.

“Perfect, huh? I did that good?” he teased, smiling fondly at her.

She snorted.  “Not that, you dork.   Though that was really nice.  I mean your smile, it makes my heart go crazy and I love it.”

Gettin' sappy, Babydoll.”

She tapped his nose with a forefinger.  “Maybe so, but I'm your sap and you'll just have to deal with it.”

“Oh, I'll deal with you, all right,” he growled and flipped her over, attacking her neck with kisses while she squealed, giggled, and shrieked for him to stop.

She never meant it, of course.  She never wanted him to stop.

Late in the morning on the thirty-fifth day after the shooting, Bucky, fresh out of the shower and pulling on a ratty pair of sweatpants, heard a knock at his door.  Shuffling over, he opened it to find Tony Stark on the other side, sunglasses in place and otherwise looking bored.

“'Morning, Elsa,” he waved with his Stark Industries Iron Man Edition prosthetic hand.  “Got something for you to look at.  Let's go.”

Bucky blinked, but had no clever retort for the nickname, and followed his visitor down the hallway barefoot while half-heartedly putting on his t-shirt.  

As they entered the elevator, Tony broke the silence.  “To the lab.”

“Huh? I didn't say anything,” Bucky's brow furrowed.

Tony nodded.  “I know.  Just putting it out there.  That's where we're going.  Lab.”

Bucky grunted.

“Still a brilliant conversationalist, I see.  Not an issue.  Here we are.”

The elevator doors opened and they stepped into the dimly lit lab, quiet except for the humming and whirring of various types of machinery. When Tony made no move to go deeper into the room, Bucky huffed, annoyed.

“Can we get on with it?  I have to-”

“No you don't,” Tony interrupted.

Bucky shoved a hand through his hair.  “Fine.  What the hell is it?”

“FRIDAY, lights up to sixty percent, please,”  Tony gestured at the super-soldier and pointed toward his favorite workspace.

As the spacious room brightened and Bucky's tired eyes adjusted, he was able to make out a familiar shape in the desk chair.  He whipped his head around to look at Tony, mouth agape.  “Is- is- is it...” he trailed off, his body unable to comprehend.

Tony rolled his eyes.  “Great.  I've broken the Manchurian Candidate.” He sighed and waved his hands at Bucky.  “Go.  Go, shoo!”

Tripping over his own feet, Bucky hurried toward the chair, stopping at the last second, stunned.  Did he dare to hope again?  Elation swept over him when Rico smiled up at him from the chair.

“Hey there, Buckybear.  I'm still with you.”  Her voice sounded tired, but she looked so damn good.  Her smile was steady and her eyes bright.  She held out her hands to him and he took them, then fell to his knees, trembling.

“Babydoll, how?”  His eyes were glossy with unshed tears and his brain couldn't process speech at the moment, he was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude.  “They- they said you wouldn't... you couldn't-” he stammered,  “You wouldn't wake up!” he shouted.

Rico slid out of the chair and held him, rocking side to side slowly.  “I tried, baby, I tried.  Fought like hell to get back to you.  Machines kept me alive when my body gave up.” she sniffled, and he realized she was crying.  

“But you're here... I don't understand.”

“Tony had a crazy idea in the middle of the night.  You know the serum healed you in a few days, and, well, turns out we have the same blood type.”

Bucky's eyes went wide as he processed this new information.

Rico wiped her eyes and sniffled.  “Yeah.  They did a transfusion and my body started fighting back faster than expected.  Got some new StarkTech in my spine, too.”

“So you're all better now?”  he asked, hope filling his heart to bursting.

She kissed his forehead and brushed his hair out of his eyes.  “No, baby.  Not by a long shot.  But I will be, thanks to you and Tony.” She explained how she would need lengthy intense physical therapy and conditioning, and how she might never be exactly as good as she was before but that wasn't going to stop her from trying.

Bucky's emotions were all over the place; he didn't know whether to laugh, cry, dance, smash things, or some combination of all of it.  Instead, he stood and helped her to her feet.  

“You know I'm with you on this, Babydoll.  Anything you need, however long you need it.  I'm here,” he vowed, kissing her hands.

“What I need is for you to be happy and healthy.  That means I need you to help out the team.  They need you and they've been hurting without us.”

Hanging his head, he let out a shuddering sigh.  “I've really let them down, huh?”

“Not at all, Frosty,” Tony broke in.  “They've had a certain multi-talented super-genius hero come out of retirement to take up the slack,” he smirked.

They shared a laugh and joked about the new, improved, actually iron-for-real-man before getting serious – and maybe a little mushy – about congratulating one another and thanking Tony for his insight and tech.  The emotional healing had begun at last.

Later, up in Rico's room, she and Bucky lay on her long-empty bed, spooning and smiling in comfortable silence, dozing and being lazy.  She traced circles on his vibranium arm and sighed happily.

“Somethin' on your mind, que Rico?”

She giggled at the pet name.  “Stop it.”

He growled playfully and nipped at her shoulder.  “Well, you are delicious.”

“You dork.  I was just thinking... we actually did it.  We made it to the end of the line, and we're still here.”  She turned to face him.

“Can't get rid of me that easily, sugar.  We're meant to be, y'know.  You're my kind of crazy.”  He kissed the tip of her nose and grinned.

“Damn straight.  You're my ride or die, Buckybear,” she pecked his lips and smiled back at him.  “And I love you so much.”

“You're my everything, Babydoll.  I'll always love you.”

[lizzie-boo]

Stay With Me- Ficmas Day 3

Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Words: 1,504

Warnings: A wee bit of language. 

A/N: Yes I know I’m posting this a whole 20 min before the end of the day but at least I got it done. I’m actually so proud of myself for making it this far. I know that it’s only day three but I barely made it past day one. This is like a super huge accomplishment for me. I hope you like it, I know it’s not super Christmasy but it’s set over the break. That’s gotta count for something. 

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The great hall was bustling with excitement. The impending holiday break and lack of classes had all students happier than usual. Hogwarts had been decorated from floor to ceiling with over the top décor. First-year students were amazed by the dazzling lights and gigantic strands of garland. It truly was a sight to behold.

Yet, one boy stood in the Slytherin common room contemplating the importance of the upcoming holiday. He knew his parents wanted him to return home but he was unsure if he should. He was beginning to see the scope of his parents' beliefs and no longer felt that he agreed with them. The fear of them finding his change of thought had settled deep within him. He no longer wanted to make the venture home and face them. He didn’t think he’d be able to pretend to agree with their ideals for so long.

What plagued his mind the most was how he would tell them he would be staying at school this Christmas. He knew his father would be angry and call his behavior unacceptable. As his father would say, this is the type of thing that reflects badly on their family.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” you ask when you see him standing in the middle of the common room watching the fire.

“How am I supposed to tell my parents I’m staying here for Christmas?” he mumbles.

“Wait you want to stay?” Your voice raises an octave and you arch your eyebrow.

“I need time away from them, I need time to make my own opinions and see how they align with my parents.” He scratches the back of his neck and finally turns to look you in the eye.

“Is everything okay at home?” you ask, not knowing about the events that had taken place ever since the dark lord had made his reappearance.

“It’s fine,” he lies.

“Well if it makes you feel any better I’m staying here for Christmas too. I have too much work to catch up on and staying here in the peace and quiet will help me focus.” He turns to look at you as you finish rambling.

Cracking a smile, he takes a seat on the couch. “That’s the perfect reason to stay. That’s what I’ll tell them.”

“You’re welcome I guess?” With that, you turn and head up to your dorm to work on the potions essay that had been assigned that morning. The thought of having an essay due the day back from break was mind-boggling but Professor Snape never seemed to make sense.

When the break had finally rolled around the hallways had cleared out early. The carriages had carried a majority of the school towards the Hogwarts express, leaving the few remaining stragglers roaming the halls. It was strange to sit in the Great Hall and have all the students at one table. And if the mixing of houses wasn’t strange enough it was even weirder to only see one table a third of the way full instead of the room brimming with students.

This was your first time spending a holiday at school and so far you thought it would take some adjusting. One plus side was that at least you had a friend staying with you because loneliness had already set in. Hence why you were following him back to the common room.

Entering behind him you took your spot in the chair across from his. He shoots you a confused look and turns to grab his book off the side table.

“So how’d your parents take the news?” you ask.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” he snaps, slamming the book shut. The glare he sends your way causes you to slink back into the soft fabric of the chair.

“You know you can talk to me right? That’s what friends are for.”

“Friends?” he laughs, quirking his brow. The way the word rolls from his lips causes anger to bubble up. His dismissive, uninterested tone set you on edge. After everything he had the audacity to think you weren’t even friends.

“Seriously, you’re telling me that we aren’t friends. After countless study sessions in the library, me being there for you when your friends are acting like assholes, fuck I’m more of a friend to you than anyone that you say is your friend. We both know that none of them would stick around to help and here I am trying to be there for you. And what do I get? I get an unnecessary attitude when I’m just trying to be nice.” Your hands slam into the arms of the chair and you push yourself up with the force.

Taking wide strides you make your way towards the stairs leading to the girl’s dorms. You take the stairs two at a time. Only making it halfway before a hand on a wrist stops you. Damn his long arms and being able to catch up to you.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just didn’t think you saw me as a friend. I’m not exactly the friend type, I figured you didn’t want to waste your time with me outside of school work.” He tugs at the sleeve of his shirt, avoiding eye contact.

He lets his fingers loosen around your wrist and slowly drops it. He heads back towards the couch and you feel the urge to follow him. The glimmer in his eyes was gone, they looked dull. All you wanted to was to fix what was wrong. No matter how mad you were you know that letting this fester would only make it worse. Sitting down next to him you place a hand overtop his.

He looks and his blonde hair falls into his gray eyes. All you want is to reach out and brush his hair out of the way but you refrain yourself. His hands clasp yours as if pleading with you to stay.

“I’m so sorry, I never saw myself as being worthy of your friendship, I tried to keep my distance because I didn’t want you being put in harm's way because of my family.”

“Then why didn’t you push your other friends away.” The words come out sharper than intended and he winces slightly.

“Their families are like mine, part of the same situation. They’re already at risk, we’re all in the same boat. I didn’t want that for you or any other Slytherin that didn’t have to be part of it if they had the choice.” He plays with your fingers never looking up to meet your gaze. “What’s going on? Why would I be in danger?” you ask softly, scared that he’ll reject you again.

“If I tell you will you promise to stay with me?” This time he looks up. His eyes misting over with emotions. There is an unmistakable flash of fear and you nod in an attempt to ease his pain.

“My family was part of Voldemort’s reign before. Everyone knows that and it wasn’t as much as a problem before except he’s back and since I’m old enough they expect me to join. It’s what I’m supposed to do because I hold the Malfoy name. They want to brand me, make me part of their army.” He leans back, resting his head against the back of the couch. He lets his hands leave yours and come up to cover his eyes.

“You’re going to become a death eater?”

“Yes, all the pureblood followers of Voldemort are expected to become one if they aren’t already but I don’t know. I just don’t think I agree with it. I can’t blindly follow my parents' commands forever, I can’t pledge my allegiance when I don’t think it’s right. I was so blinded by my father’s power as a kid that I did everything he said but I see the error in my ways now. I want to be a better person.”

“Draco, you can tell it’s wrong, that you were wrong before and that makes you a better person. You want to make your own decisions, to be free, that means that you’ve changed.” You reach for his hands pulling them away from his face. His eyes are still rimmed with tears as you pull his hands close to your chest.

Holding his hands in yours you continue, “You need to do what you think is best and if you need I’ll be here with you the whole way.”

A soft smile works its way onto his face and he feels like for once in his life he has control over what he will do next. He knows that he will still need to work to gain your forgiveness over his childish behavior and that he will need to stand up to his parents when the time comes but for once it will be because he wants to. He will finally do what’s right and he knows deep down that you’ll be with him every step of the way.

[sp-newkidkris]

Spook Park - All Mine - Chapter 2

Possession. The state of having, owning, or controlling something.

It had been a few days since Wendy and Bebe went to the library and hung out with Stan and Kenny. Wendy wanted to spend time with Stan again but he had to cancel since he was working on his science project. He only had a few weeks to get it done.

So instead, Wendy decided to walk around town with a different friend. Bebe had also been busy so she decided to spend time with Red. She wasn't up to anything.

"Glad to know I'm a last resort." Red teased.

"Come on! You know that's not true!" Wendy laughed and jokingly pushed Red.

Pretty soon, the two of them decided to take a break and were sitting on a bench in the park. They had planned to do something else but thought it would be better to relax on account they were doing a lot all week. During a conversation, Red's phone had gone off so she checked it.

"Heidi texted me!" Red perked up excited about the text.

"She texts you all the time. What's she up to?" Wendy leaned closer to glance at Red's phone.

Red tilted her phone away and leaned the other way on the bench. She lifted her foot and pushed Wendy with it causing laughter.

"First off, you know I like Heidi. And second, she texted asking what I was up to." Red smirked while responding to the text.

"So what're you doing? Inviting her to come hang out?" Wendy pushed Red's foot down.

Red nodded with a dumb grin on her face. If there's one thing Red wasn't afraid of, it was showing off perfectly how she was feeling. Especially if it involved someone she really liked.

***

They had decided to meet up with Heidi  outside of a clothing store to maybe do some window shopping. After a few minutes the gorgon showed up and greeted the human girls with a smile.

"I'm glad I can tag along with you guys. But I only have a few hours based on the meal I fed my snakes to make them fall asleep." Heidi wiggled her shoulders and made her snakes bounce around a little.

"That's totally fine, Heidi." Red brightly smiled as Wendy nodded in agreement.

The three entered the store and began to look around. After a bit of wandering blindly they started looking at some skirts and dresses. Red most likely not going to buy anything from this section was just glancing over top towards the T-shirts instead. Wendy was looking at a darker purple colored dress with some yellow highlights until the three girls heard a voice from someone who worked there.

"Can I help you all with anything?"

Wendy began to turn to answer and came face to face with the girl from the library. Joslyn.

"Oh, no thanks. We're good." Red grabbed Wendy's shoulder causing her to wake up from a trance she was entering.

Wendy shook her head a little until she faced Joslyn again. She took a deep breath and branded her face with a fake smile.

"It's nice to see you again, Joslyn. I didn't know you worked here." Wendy tilted her head to the side trying to keep her smile and try not to look even slightly angry.

"What? Oh. Wendy, right? From the library?" Joslyn pointed and smiled trying to remember.

Wendy nodded. It had been a few days but this girl was already on Wendy's nerves. In her mind, Wendy was currently grabbing a nearby hanger and smacking Joslyn with it. But it wouldn't be a good idea to try anything here. Especially when a hanger wouldn't even fill a dent of the things that Wendy wanted to happen to her.

"You know each other?" Heidi came back around the corner she went around.

"Seems that way. Hey, Wendy. Me and Heidi are going to go look somewhere else. Let us know when you're done here." Red nodded at Heidi and then proceeded to push her down the aisle of clothing to another.

Wendy stood there continuing to stare at Joslyn. Picturing the ideas of injuring her in her mind.

"No means to offend or anything, but you're kind of staring." Joslyn placed a hand on one of her hips.

"Oh. Terribly sorry." Wendy shook her head leaving her fantasy again.

"While you're here, I was wondering if I could ask you something. You're friends with that Stan guy, right?" Joslyn pointed a finger at Wendy.

"I guess to an extent. Yes." Wendy put her hands together in front of her.

"Great. I was wondering if I could get his number from you. If you're as close a friend to him as I think you are you're bound to have his number." Joslyn pulled out her phone hopeful of getting yes as an answer.

"Oh. You want his number? Aren't you afraid that his girlfriend might find out?" Wendy tried her best to keep from snarling through her teeth.

"Like that would happen. Unless she's the type to snoop through her boyfriend's phone." Joslyn smirked with her eyes closed.

Fear didn't seem to be a mood this girl felt a lot. Especially for someone who lives in Grimwood. Wendy closed her eyes and thought over the sentence Joslyn had just said.

Sure, it could be fine because Stan's girlfriend wasn't the type to snoop through his phone. But witnessing it first hand would be a different story. Wendy debated bringing up she was Stan's girlfriend but decided against it. It would make an eventual threat all the more sweeter.

"I don't think it will be a good idea to give you his number but I could give you mine. Maybe we could become friends." Wendy held out her phone.

"I suppose. Then next time you hang out with Stan you could invite me along if it isn't too much trouble. I'd love to get closer to him. He's cute, right?" Joslyn looked at Wendy's phone and put her number into her own phone.

"Why, of course. That's a great idea, skank- Joslyn!" Wendy answered with a slip of the tongue before catching herself.

"What?" Joslyn looked up from her phone.

"I said it'd be a great idea to invite you along." Wendy said soon checking her phone because she felt a buzz in her palm.

She got a text from Stan asking to hang out. He had finished the work he was doing for the day. He mentioned the idea of hanging out with a few of his friends which she smiled to the idea of.

"Did someone text you?" Joslyn asked.

"Oh. Yeah. Stan did, actually. He wanted to hang out with a group of friends. You could tag along if you want." Wendy smiled as she quietly plotted.

"That sounds like fun. I'm almost done with work so text me where and I'll show up later." Joslyn smiled before heading off to continue working.

Wendy waved farewell and turned to go find Red and Heidi to tell them about meeting up with the others. Gaining trust is an important step in certain plans involving others.

***

Soon after leaving the store the girls met up with Stan and a few of the boys from Dark Meadows. Stan greeted his girl with a small kiss on the cheek. Wendy began to smile but soon lost it when one of the friends who tagged along started poking fun and laughing at them making the others a little uneasy.

"Cartman, dude. You don't have to be so rude." Clyde placed one of his hands on Cartman's shoulder.

"Jesus, Clyde! What did I say about touching me? You smell like rotting fish!" Cartman smacked Clyde's hand making him let go.

Wendy didn't much care for Cartman's rude comments but it didn't fully bother her. It had been a few days since she spent time with Stan. The six of them were sitting in the park on a blanket Cartman had brought. He also brought food but it was mostly for himself. It didn't matter though. No one was hungry.

Stan and Wendy had decided to go for a short walk around before coming back to the others so they could have some time alone. Wendy's phone buzzed and she noticed a text from Joslyn that she was done with work. Wendy texted back telling her to meet them in the park.

"We should head back. I invited a human friend along and they don't know about monsters." Wendy turned to Stan.

"Oh. Yeah. Ok, that's totally fine." Stan nodded and the two began to walk back to the others.

***

After explaining the situation to the others Cartman groaned.

"I knew this might happen. Here, Clyde. I brought scarves." Cartman pulled some yellow scarves out of his basket and tossed one at Clyde.

Cartman pulled on the scarf to cover his neck bolts, soon proceeding to take out an opaque concealer of his skin tone that was meant for covering scars. He took out the needed tools and began covering his stitches.

Clyde slipped his scarf on and then changed the colors of his fish scales to more of a human skin tone. Also slightly spacing out the position of his fins to look more like hair.

Stan pulled on his hat and the group was ready for when the human arrived.

***

A while after arriving, Wendy noticed Joslyn starting to get slightly close to Stan again who slightly inched away. Cartman, Clyde, Red and Heidi seemed to look a little awkward about the situation until someone spoke up.

"Hey, I'm a little bored. Does anyone maybe want to play ball? I made sure that Cartman brought one." Clyde broke the ice pulling a soccer ball out of Cartman's basket.

Stan and Red exchanged glances before agreeing to go play. The three got up and went a little bit away from the blanket as to not accidentally kick the ball too hard at them.

Watching the three kick the ball around changed Heidi's mind about it as she then decided to get up and go join in leaving Wendy, Cartman and Joslyn on the blanket.

"Stan's pretty good at sports." Joslyn put her hand by her chin watching Stan kick the ball around trying hard not to chase it.

"Yeah. Wendy would sure think so." Cartman joked as he took a bite out of a sandwich he brought.

Wendy proceeded to hit Cartman in the back of the head causing him to make a whining sound. He gave her a dirty look as she grabbed his arm and took him behind a nearby tree.

"What?!" Cartman yelled in irritation.

"Joslyn doesn't know I'm Stan's girlfriend and for the moment I want to keep it that way." Wendy hostily whispered grabbing Cartman by his jacket's collar.

Cartman didn't respond. He gently grasped Wendy's arms and stared directly at her clearing his throat.

"Wendy. If you don't let go of me, I'll dismember you so much worse than me that there will be no humanely way possible to stitch you back together and bring you back to life." Cartman intensely stared as he finished his threat.

"Give me those empty threats all you want. I know you're bluffing. Just don't say anything." Wendy let go of Cartman and the two walked back to the blanket.

"Is everything alright?" Joslyn looked at the two as they sat down.

"Oh, just wonderful. Joslyn, was it? My dear friend Wendy here was just telling me not to bring up anything personal about her. Like how she's jealous of you." Cartman clapped his hand together gently, soon after Wendy tugged on his arm.

"Jealous of me? Is that true? Why?" Joslyn laughed.

"No. No. I'm not." Wendy smiled and shook her head.

"Oh, my dear friend Wendy. Must you always lie? You told me yourself you're so jealous of how Joslyn looks. So much more attractive than you. Stan would totally want her over you." Cartman continued his act of gushing on the fake gossip he had forged out of the truth.

Wendy proceeded to pull on his arm again the two of them soon hearing a gentle snap. Cartman's eyes widened as he quickly changed his gaze to his arm. He glanced at Wendy who also had her eyes wide. He then looked back at Joslyn and placed a smile back on his face.

"Excuse us, but I must go talk to my dear friend Wendy in private again." Cartman tried to get up clutching to his arm that Wendy had been pulling on.

A ways away, Stan noticed Cartman clutching his arm and ran over. He has a slightly worried look on his face.

"Dude. Is your arm- uhh... Dislocated?" Stan glanced at Joslyn and soon back to Cartman.

"Uh. Yeah. Wendy's helping me though." Cartman looked at Stan and Joslyn before leaning to Wendy and angrily whispering, "You're the one who made my arm come loose, so you're fixing it. There's a needle and thread in my basket. You're lucky I'm prepared for these things, bitch."

Wendy motioned to Stan to distract Joslyn as she grabbed the needle and thread from Cartman's basket. The two proceeded back behind the tree as Stan sat down.

***

Wendy put the thread through the needle and proceeded to roll up Cartman's sleeve. She saw the loose stitches and got ready to restitch it before Cartman smacked her hand and took the needle. The look on his face was even more irritated than before.

"You've done enough. I can do this myself. Thank you." Cartman scoffed before proceeding to stitch his arm back on completely.

"I'm sorry. It's just I told you not to bring that up." Wendy crossed her and and leaned on the tree.

"Actually you said not to mention you were Stan's girlfriend. Not that you were jealous of her." Cartman pulled the thread tight on his arm sealing it back in place.

"Don't get all smartass with me right now. I'm still ticked off at you." Wendy closed her eyes in irritation.

She took a few breaths to try and calm herself until she heard Cartman snickering. Upon opening her eyes, she saw Cartman's attention wasn't on her. Instead he was looking at the other side of the tree where the blanket was. He then proceeded to look back at Wendy and had the smuggest grin between his fat cheeks. Confused about what he saw, Wendy turned and looked behind the tree where Cartman was looking as he cut the thread with his teeth and rolled his sleeve back down.

Upon going back around the tree, Wendy saw Joslyn once again rubbing up against Stan inches from touching his cheek with her hand. Everything around Wendy fell into slow motion and went dark as she stared in a slowly growing flame of rage.

***

Stan grabbed Joslyn's hand before contact struck and shook his head.

"Look. I should've said before. But..." Stan turned and cleared his throat.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked back at her.

"What? Like I said last time. Your girlfriend won't find out." Joslyn leaned back slightly catching herself with her hands planted on the ground.

"Actually... She already knows. Wendy's my girlfriend. I should've said back at the library." Stan stroked his hand through his hair and shrugged.

Joslyn sat there in disbelief. Wendy never mentioned anything at all. No one acted like it was a big deal. Sure, that Cartman guy was saying some strange stuff but now it wasn't so strange.

"I had no idea. She never mentioned anything. I should go... So sorry about that. Let her know." Joslyn started to get up off of the blanket.

"You should tell her yourself. Just not right now. It may not be the best time." Stan shrugged.

Joslyn slowly left as Cartman came back and say down beside Stan.

"So you said Wendy was your girlfriend?" Cartman smirked.

"Yeah. But I can't believe Wendy never brought it up." Stan looked over to where Clyde and the girls were still playing soccer.

Cartman started to chuckle as Stan turned to him giving him an annoyed look.

***

A burning pit of fire wouldn't even be enough torture. Something indirect would never get a point across. Something straight up in person would be more pleasing. Wendy stood there visioning all of the rotten things that she could do to Joslyn for what she'd seen. Mercy wasn't an option. Not even since the beginning. This boy she was advancing on was already owned. Wendy could feel her chest hollow out into a black pit. Hatred burned a hole straight through her chest. Being rational and talking it out never existed as an option. She wanted blood to be spilled. She wanted throats to be slit. She wanted Joslyn dead.

Feeling a hand appear on her shoulder made Wendy scream.

"Whoa! Wendy! I'm sorry. It's just I've been trying to get your attention for a minute or two. You've been standing here since you and Cartman went behind the tree to fix his arm. Are you OK?" Stan appeared in front of Wendy with a really concerned look.

"Yes. I'm fine. No worries. I didn't see you." Wendy shook her head trying to get it back together.

"Didn't see me? I was right in front of you." Stan took his hand off her shoulder.

"I zoned out. Sorry I didn't notice." Wendy shook her head again.

"It's cool. I'm just worried about you. You're not jealous of Joslyn, are you?" Stan put his hands in his pockets.

"Of course not. That would be silly." Wendy huffed.

It felt like Stan didn't fully trust her. She could tell from his movements. He looked down and placed a hand on the back of his neck. Afterwards he looked back at her.

"Anyways, the sun is probably going to set soon. Red, Heidi and Clyde already left. I'm about to head off too. Want to come with?" Stan looked up at the sky.

Wendy thought it over, but shook her head. She needed some time to herself right now.

"No. Go on with out me. I need to think for a second. Oh, before I lose you though. How's yours and Kenny's project going." Wendy regained her thoughts and clicked her heels together.

"I think it's going fine. We thought of an idea that having a model heart could help us with our explanations. It's just taking a while to make one." Stan shrugged his shoulders while glancing around.

Stan gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye and headed off. Wendy remained still, beginning to float into a sea of clouds. Knowing Stan preferred her to any other girl filled her with love. Enough to fill another person until they exploded covering all nearby ground with their blood. Wendy closed her eyes and let a smile invade her face. She was walking on water.

Soon in her visions, she noticed Joslyn. At first Wendy's smile faded. Until she noticed something else. Right in her range able to be grabbed. She leaned forward and picked up the object. It reflected the light in different ways depending on how she held it. Running her finger across the edge formed the slightest of pains. Removing her finger, she noticed a cut. Blood slowly dripping out. Wendy looked over to where she saw Joslyn, who remained there.

Wendy looked back down at the blade in her hand. A knife. To be more exact, a santoku knife. Perfect for chopping, dicing and mincing ingredients. Wendy began to walk forward. Unable to feel her own heartbeat. Instead, she heard Joslyn's. She hated that. She wanted it to stop. She wanted Joslyn to stop. To stop and never start again. Dead.

"Wendy." Someone called her name, pulling her out of her trance.

She blinked her eyes and saw Cartman still sitting there. He had this look on his face. A scheming look. A look of evil. A look that said, "let me help you."

[bixgirl1]

New Fic - Glompfest!

Title: Life Lessons Author: Bixgirl1 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Heh. Explicit. Word Count: 68k Content/Warnings: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Wandless Magic, Banter and flirting and snark - oh myyy - UST!, accidental kissing, intentional kissing (just really a lot of kissing), Epistolary elements, Auror Harry, Humor, dancing, weird plotty stuff ‘cause I can’t help myself, mentions of childhood trauma and previously-made sexual threats, wanking, oral sex, anal fingering, anal sex, rimming (omfg I just realized I forgot that in my AO3 tags!), intergluteal sex, semi-public sex. Summary: On the cusp of a promotion, Harry needs a little help with his image. Enter Draco Malfoy — who doesn't really do that, Potter — to whip him into shape… and make him feel things he hasn't for a very long time. Featuring: odd jobs, surprising chemistry, lots of accidental kissing, the Prophet living up to type, owls exhausted by the carrying of dirty letters, a secret no one can talk about, a merry band of Slytherins (none of whom really approve), and an enchanted mirror (who really, really does).

Author’s Notes: For @m4g0rtz. I’ve wanted to write for you for the LONGEST time, sweets.  Your comments before we met always made me absolutely light up, and then I got to know you and I realized you’re just as fabulous as you seemed. Your friendship has meant so much to me from the beginning, and this fest gave me the perfect excuse to say so in fic; I hope you can forgive my sneakiness while I wrote this for you. lolol.

A huge thanks to my lovely betas, @lqtraintracks and @coriesocks. You guys were both so effing patient with me and both so encouraging and helpful - you made this like a zillion times better than it would have been otherwise. <333333

And a huge thanks to the mods, too, for running such a fun, wonderful fest!

Excerpt (under the cut):

It was one of the most fundamental truths of Harry’s life: as soon as things were going well, everything would turn to shit.

You’re a wizard, Harry — just be on guard for that murderer hunting you. You have a godfather, Harry — but be careful not to get too attached to him. From his relationship with Ginny (which never got back off the ground after the war) to his life after defeating Voldemort (which would never resemble anything approaching normal), there was always some sort of caveat. Privately, he called it “End of the School Year Syndrome.”

The fact that this time it had actually been scheduled for late June was simply ironic.

“That’s not even six weeks away,” Hermione said, frowning.

“Your confidence in me is inspirational,” Harry said. “And the maths isn't really what I’m having a problem with.” He took the invitation back from her and re-buried his face in one of the sofa pillows. It smelled a little like feet and Ron’s deodorant, as though Ron had Transfigured it into a footstool and then only had time to hastily return it to form and freshen it with a charm before Hermione saw and got on him again about just using one of their existing footstools. Harry tossed it to the floor, face smooshing against the sofa cushion as he blindly reached out in search of another pillow. He heard Hermione huff just as one hit him on the back of the head. Harry shoved it under his face. “Thanks,” he said, muffled.

There was a beat of silence, and then Hermione sighed and rested her hand against the back of his head. “How long do you need to sulk?” she asked, stroking her fingers through his hair.

Harry slumped a little deeper. “Five weeks.”

“I’ll give you until Ron gets back with dinner,” she said, more to herself than him. "And for goodness’ sake, Harry, at least take off your glasses.”

Harry managed to take them off without lifting his head or breaking them — proof, he supposed, that he wasn’t entirely incompetent. Hermione took them from his hand and rose with a final, fluttering pat on his shoulder blade. Harry exhaled and tried to consider his options, but was quickly lulled by the drum of the rain on the windowpanes and the pop of the fire. He listened to Hermione putter around her kitchen and relaxed; more than for the advice or commiseration, this was why he’d come, if he was honest. Ron and Hermione’s cottage was homey, calm, most of their furniture crafted from Ron’s magic, the air inside scented by the lavender Hermione had planted in the beds below their windows. Harry missed the company, and the lived-in quality of the tiny flat they’d shared before Ron and Hermione moved out, the distracted mess of three people training for unrelated careers, always someone either there or about to be.

He liked the flat he'd moved into on his own just fine, but working the hours he did left it with a silent, sterile quality he could never seem to get rid of, even when he left the wireless on or avoided laundry for a few days. He’d tried to spruce it up more than once, but Neville wouldn’t even let him buy plants anymore, not after the Solicitous Succulents he’d brought over on Boxing Day — When they bloom, they emit soothing pheromones! You can’t kill them, they barely need any attention! — had weaponised their thorns within an hour of Nev’s arrival; a defensive measure they took when they were in danger of drying out, Neville told him later, and one he’d thought was a myth.

The sound of Ron’s Apparition to their front door roused Harry from his reverie, but he didn’t get up. He heard the rustle of takeaway being opened and dished out, a low hum of murmurs, and his own name — and then Ron shouted, “What the bloody fuck?” and stomped, fuming, into the parlour. “They’re not going to give it to you?”

Harry pushed up from his prone position and shrugged as Ron glowered down at him. “They might,” he said. “Robards said they might still.”

“Give over,” Ron said, and Harry dutifully scooted to make space. Ron threw himself down onto the sofa. “It’s utter shit, Harry.”

“I know.”

“He’s been telling you that job’s yours for… for years!”

“I know.”

“You’ve worked longer hours and closed more cases than anyone in the entire department!” Ron said. His outrage was soothing, both to Harry’s temper and his self-esteem, and a grateful smile tugged at Harry’s lips.

“I know,” he said again.

"You should just run," Ron spat. "Hermione's been saying it, we'll organise a campaign--"

"We'd have no time to prepare for it now. Besides, even if I wanted to, it would look… wrong. Robards would step aside, but… He didn't even have to run in the last election five years ago, and and no one's ever won who wasn't backed by both the exiting Head Auror, the Minister, and at least half the Wizengamot," Harry said, shaking his head when Ron took another deep breath and opened his mouth. “And anyway, Robards said it's not as simple at that.”

“The age thing again?”

Harry scowled. “I wish.”

Twice before, Robards had put off retiring when certain members of the Wizengamot had made it plain that, no matter Harry’s accomplishments to date, they had no intention of promoting someone barely into their twenties to the position of Head Auror. Trying not to take issue with their reasoning — or the extra work Robards piled on him to make a point of his capabilities — Harry’d not made a single complaint as his twenty-third and twenty-fourth birthdays ticked by. But with every successfully closed case since, Robards had assured him that by his twenty-fifth he’d have his promotion.

And then he’d called Harry in for a meeting today, offering Harry a drink before he’d even sat down.

Ron made a disgruntled sound and folded his arms across his chest. “What’s the problem this time?”

“As I was trying to tell you, husband-mine,” Hermione said dryly, walking in and levitating three plates behind her, “It's supposedly Harry.”

“What's Harry?” Ron asked, shooting her a sheepish look. He lifted two of the plates from midair, passing one over to Harry. The salty grease of Ron’s selection — fish and chips — teased at Harry’s senses and he tried to recall when he ate last. Breakfast, probably.

“The problem,” Hermione said, taking her own plate and sitting between them. “It’s Harry.”

“And I’m supposed to be the tactless one,” Ron stage-whispered to him.

“I’m not a problem,” Harry said, pulling a wounded face at Hermione.

She made a little sound of protest. “I didn’t—”

“Arguing with her never ends well,” Ron said. “You might as well just get on board with being a problem, capital P.”

“I don’t want to be a Problem,” Harry said. He turned beseeching eyes at Hermione. “Couldn’t I be something like Trouble instead?”

Ron nodded sagely. “You’ve got enough experi—”

“Oh my god, fine!” Hermione said, dropping her utensils on her plate. Cheered by the clear exasperation on her face, Harry laughed and looked at Ron, who popped three chips in his mouth and quirked her an unrepentant grin. Hermione rolled her eyes and elbowed Ron, but the look she shot him was fond and warm. “Hush, or you’ll end up with your own problem — with a capital P,” she said warningly. She turned back to Harry. “There is a point to be considered about your image, that's not wrong.”

“Hermione!” Ron said, but Hermione looked at Harry steadily, waiting. Expectant.

Harry frowned, effectively distracted from distracting himself. He squeezed a lemon wedge over his fish and opened a packet of vinegar, sprinkling it over his chips to buy some time.

“Well, it's not right,” he said at length.

“No, I know,” Hermione said, gaze softening.

“All right, can someone actually explain then?” Ron asked, waving his fork at each of them in turn and then stabbing, a little viciously, into his fish.

“It’s me. My conduct outside of work isn’t ‘befitting a senior Ministry position,’” he quoted, sounding sullen to his own ears. “The way I talk to the press, or the way I avoid them. Maybe both. The Head Auror is responsible for releasing public statements, and you know me.”

“So?” Ron said, brows drawing together. “You’re a little short-tempered with them, so what? S’not like they’re ever asking you about cases, are they? It’s always about who you’re seeing, or was that really your bum in those pictures. It’s been almost three years since you hexed one of them. Just write up the statements and release them that way.”

“There’s other things, too,” Harry said. He flushed. “The way I am with the public—”

“You’re great with the public!” Ron said, starting to look angry again. “You talk to every kid you meet, you donate, you—”

“I lose my temper with people, though.” Harry took a breath. “I arrested that man last year who wouldn’t leave me alone—”

“He was trying to shove his hand down the back of your trousers!” Ron sputtered.

“—and that whole thing in the Prophet questioning how much of an asset I could be to the Ministry when my name got in the way of my job… Well, it got a lot of traction,” Harry said. He looked down at his plate, stomach suddenly churning. “And whenever I go to public events, I stay on the sidelines, or I’m accidentally rude to some diplomat—”

“That happened twice!”

“Four times.” Harry grimaced. “More, really. Apart from little things like spilling wine all over Ireland’s Minister for Magic or insulting that envoy from Brazil by having to leave early when I got sick off the Firerolls they served at their event, apparently my dress robes are all wrong, I’ve not once used the correct fork, I may as well eat my feet for how often they’re in my mouth, and I refuse to dance, no matter who’s asking.”

“Well you’re not good at it!” Ron fairly yelled, getting so red in the face his freckles were barely visible. “How the bloody hell can anyone blame you after what happened last time!”

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[wintersxsoul]

You Saw Me (10)

Summary: You have the life you’d always dreamt of. The job of your dreams, the perfect boyfriend and the best group of friends. But what happens when that life is not enough and your soulmate is not who you thought it would be?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst and a bit of fluff maybe??

A/N: My lovely @all1e23 is the beta for this series so give her some love because she has to put up with my infinite bullshit because my brain was fried. A reblog and comment are always appreciated and what feeds my soul to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am. Taglist is CLOSED. Sorry for the delay ily.

Trains were your favorite way of travelling since forever, it gave you the amount of time and peace you needed to think things through. Chicago was almost 24 hours away by train, so that was a lot of thinking.

“You knew all along...Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was selfish and I couldn’t bare the idea of losing you, but seeing what my acts have caused, I would’ve told you when I found out.”

Jake told you how he saw Bucky’s tattoo a year ago and how he acted when he asked about his soulmate. Bucky never intended to tell either of you but once Jake discovered it, everything changed. He asked Bucky for weeks who his soulmate was, trying to gather information because the date seemed familiar and after a lot of questions, Bucky broke down and confessed. It was the first and only time Jake had seen Bucky cry inconsolably, clinging to his shirt and shaking. He held him for hours until he couldn’t cry more, he kept shaking and mumbling apologies.

After that, Jake was furious because of the lies they told you but he understood, he still understood even though it was the wrong thing to do. Bucky wanted the best for you two, even if that meant losing you forever, his friend and his soulmate.

You looked at your reflection in the window, the salty tears running down your cheeks, your eyes swollen from crying non stop for days.

You gained the courage to speak to Nat and Sammy first, you needed desperately their support even after all. They showed up at your doorstep in less than 15 minutes and after a lot of explanations and apologies, they held you while the three of you cried. It was relieving to know they’d hated the lies and the secrets as much as you, and keeping all that from you was the hardest and worst thing they had ever done.

You explained them the long conversation you had with Jake and how happy you were for him and for Samara.

Then you contacted Stevie and Peggs, knowing that seeing them together now would hurt you deep, because you could’ve had that long ago. Steve told you that Bucky wanted to tell you and gained the courage to do so a lot of times, but he chickened when he saw you with Jake, he saw how happy you were and doubted you’d be with him, so he just ceased from trying. Peggy told you the crazy amount of fights Steve and Bucky had because of this and how it seemed like it would end their friendship sometimes.

“The last fight really had an impact on both of them, they didn’t talk to each other until  Bucky’s opening of the academy…”

That was the fight you witnessed at your apartment, that was why Steve looked so agitated and Bucky looked so...hurt.

Healing has always been easy for you, forgiving and forgetting, none of that was a problem but trusting them again was going to be harder. Trust was something you unfortunately gave everyone blindly and that, that was your biggest virtue and flaw.

 “If you need to escape, just get a train and come over.” Jake’s proposition ran through your head for days until you decided to get a ticket and leave without saying goodbye. A part of you knew that you were going to regret going to visit Jake and Samara, but the other part knew you needed closure and time away, so Chicago granted you all that.

 “She left? Is she okay?” Nat looked at Bucky and frowned, trying to guess who had called.

“I know...I know I fucked up big...no, don’t say we. I was the one supposed to tell her when I found out...Jake...just...yes, I’ll let Tasha know.” Bucky picked on his nails, a nervous tic Nat hadn’t seen since their first date so many years ago. He sighed and covered his eyes with his left palm, rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle finger. Bucky nodded, letting out a shaky farewell and throwing the phone across the couch, landing next to Nat.

“She went to visit him. Do you think that’s something good?” Do you think she will be able to forgive me, Bucky wanted to ask Natasha but instead he shook his head and stood up, getting his leather jacket, his phone and keys.

“You want me to go with you?” She knew the answer before even asking the question, but she had to try at least. If she couldn’t help you, the least she could do was help Bucky, as stubborn as he was, he needed it.

“No, I’m headed to the academy.” He approached Nat and held her face with his two hands, pressing his forehead to hers. “I know you are worried, but I’ll be fine, I just need time to think.”

Nat nodded, her eyes closed, trying to etch this moment into her memory. She misses Bucky, she misses being loved by him and being able to love him, but that died a long time ago. Neither of them talk about it anymore, but their tattoos are the reminder of what they had and the strong connection they still have after all they’ve been through.

“Tash…” She breathed in and pulled back, smiling sadly at his best friend.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Bucky kissed her at the top of her head, running his fingers through her red hair.

“I know, Tash, I know.” She nodded, more to herself than to him. She would never say it out loud or even admit it to herself, but after all these years, her heart still ached for his.

“I’ll call you later, Я люблю тебя.” Her smile reached her eyes this time, and Bucky knew they’d be just fine.

“Me too, now get out before I kick you for making me sad.” He chuckled and left, the sound of his laughter still echoing in her chest. She sighed and grabbed her phone, typing a short message to you.

Call me if you need me, clear your mind. We’ll be here waiting, always. Take your time to heal, I’m sorry. I love you.

 You smiled at Nat’s message, your heart growing heavy. You missed her already, you missed your best friend with your whole chest. You knew the second you read that message that you had forgiven her.

You sighed deeply and got off the bus, you were ready to face the music. Once you reached the exit of the bus station, two strong familiar arms were embracing you, the familiar scent you had missed so much soothing all of your senses.

“You fucking scared me, asshole.” You mumbled to his chest, a huge smile on your face and tears staining his grey shirt.

“Hello to you too, peaches.” You held him tighter, not wanting this moment to slip away from you. After a few more minutes, you pulled back and looked at him. He looked like himself, but something about him seemed different, brighter. You grinned at him and looked behind him, frowning when you didn’t see anyone else.

“Where is she?”

“She told me that I needed to face you on my own, that I was a grown up.” Jake rolled his eyes but his lovestruck smile gave him out completely.

“She’s perfect, huh? You always end up with the best.” You elbowed him when he nodded and shrugged his shoulders, smirking at you.

“What can I say, I guess I have a type.”

“Okay loverboy, let’s go. I wanna meet this goddess already, I had enough of your pretty face.” On your way to his car, he held your hand in his, reality finally crashing on you. You felt nothing, all that emotions you felt whenever he held your hand were gone. All you had left were the memories. At that moment, you thought of Natasha, how hard it must have been for her to lose him like that, without a previous warning.

“Why are you so silent?” Jake asked you, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but suddenly all you could let out were sobs. Jake pulled over and held your hands in his, making you look at him.

“Can I see it?” He nodded, letting go of your hands to pull up his right sleeve. You looked at his big green eyes, asking for permission. He got closer to you so you could stretch your hand to touch the tattoo. You caressed the thin lines with your thumb and smiled.

“All these years waiting in vain.” You said sadly, contemplating the contrast of the white marks with his tanned skin.

“They weren’t in vain, I wouldn’t trade the time I spent with you for anything in the world.”

“I haven’t seen mine yet, I can’t find the strength to look at it.” Before he could even think of an answer, you let out what was paining you the most. “I can’t believe it wasn’t you, I wanted you, no one else. And I’m sorry to admit this, but I’m glad that you all lied to me, it gave me time to be with you.”

“I know what I feel for Bucky, and that will never go away. But I’m glad he gifted us with all these years. The worst part is the disappointment, the truth. We were never meant to be, but I’m glad we were for a bit.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry I couldn’t be strong enough to tell you the truth, I really am.” You smiled at him, your heart finally lighter, softer.

“I know, I know.” You cleaned the smudged mascara while Jake drove again. Now you were ready to face the future, ready to face the truth.