#NEVER use distraction skills so much that it turns into bottling up

[partykeet]

Having emotions is not a moral failing. It is a very basic and normal human thing to have. It's what you do with them that makes it a failing.

[inuyashaluver]

Hi lovely I love ur stuff 🩷 I have a little request/idea - obviously feel free to ignore it

I was thinking R has a really thick accent (English - either Scouse (Liverpool), Geordie (Newcastle) or West Country (Devon/Somerset/Farmer) or Aussie or something really thick like hard to understand from native speakers let alone anyone else) but R plays in Barca and has a crush on a Spanish player (Maybe Patri? maybe Ona? Maybe Alexia?) and is tryna talk to them more and maybe ask them out but they just get looked at funny and they walk off and she goes to Kiera and Lucy and is like what have I done? Do they all hate me? And [Crush] overheads them and goes round to their house after training and is like I really wanna get to know u, I think you’re really pretty etc but I cannot understand a word that comes out of ur mouth to the point where I am questioning whether it’s English

qué? - alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

description: in which your accent proves to be difficult to understand

warnings: LONG!! swearing, misunderstandings, spanish in bold italics

a/n: i love this woman, your honour!! i was writing alexia angst but had to put out the fluff haha!! thank you so much for the love and request, lovely!! ily and enjoy ❤️

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you never thought your accent would get you into trouble but you were entirely wrong. and we’re not talking about trouble like criminal, we’re talking romantically.

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you’re from liverpool, your thick, scouse accent distinct in your dialect. at home in england, the accent was understood most of the time, with an occasional person asking for clarification about your words but you didn’t mind.

even some of your england teammates had to ask you to repeat yourself occasionally when you got overly excited or stressed, your accent proving to be the hardest to understand at those moments.

you often needed a translator for even native english speakers if you spoke too quickly, lucy and later grace helping out when people were truly confused.

when lucy and keira moved from manchester city, you moved with them, having played in the club for 2 years and desperately wanting a change. and so, when the contract arrived from barcelona for the three of you, you accepted it without a second thought.

you had supported barcelona in liga F, having a huge appreciation for the way the spanish players moved, the quick passes and the goals that came out of nowhere. you were excited to pick up those skills to adapt to your own play.

and through your extensive research, you grew a special appreciation for alexia. in your eyes, alexia was the definition of perfect, not only her football skills, but her as a whole.

you would watch her interviews and videos for ‘research purposes’, claiming it was to practise your spanish. and it was, until you zoned out hearing the gentle hum of alexia’s voice, getting distracted entirely but you weren’t complaining.

when you got caught making heart eyes at your phone during england camp, the teasing was so relentless it wasn’t even funny.

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“our little (y/n) has a crush on la reina! (the queen)” lucy exclaims in the change room, you immediately turn off your phone and look up at her with an icy glare, only making her smile at you affectionately with a pinch to your cheek that you were quick to swat away.

“you’re not much older than me” you glare, “5 years is 5 years” she shrugs, moving away when you launched an empty bottle at her.

“go on, tell us about your crush” leah smiles, millie and rachel pretend to kiss each other while looking at you and you heat up in the cheeks.

“i’m only watching so i can pick up spanish” you defend, lucy laughs loudly, out of the three transfers, she was definitely the one who picked up the most spanish.

“excuse me, lucia, and everyone in here,” you scoff, “is it such a crime to watch a video of my future captain?” your accent was so heavy at this point, everyone cracked a little smile at you.

“so you were watching videos of alexia then?” leah smirks, you let out a frustrated groan, “leah, shut up man” everyone laughs, the teasing continuing until keira and alessia told everyone to stop.

during the whole of camp, it wasn’t uncommon you got caught looking at photos or videos of alexia, the teasing was so bad you thought you would explode.

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when the time finally came for you to join barcelona, you were incredibly nervous. the fear of underperforming playing on your mind, only becoming worse at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of a certain blonde you couldn’t take your mind off.

lucy and keira assured you everything would be fine, but you weren’t convinced, unsure of how you’d react when you finally saw alexia.

when you all walked to the change rooms, it was shocking how welcoming everyone was. hugs and kisses to the cheeks had you feeling so accepted amongst your new team.

and funnily enough, the last person to greet you was alexia, sending you a charming smile that had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“(y/n), yes? bienvenida! (welcome)” alexia grins, her arms pulling you into a warm hug, her scent enveloping you and making you borderline dizzy.

“(y/n) is a big fan of you” lucy teases as alexia lets you slip from the hug after you mumble a quick hello. alexia gives a surprised smile, looking between a cheeky looking lucy and a sheepish looking you.

“you’re very good, too, I look forward to playing with you,” alexia’s hand moved to give your bicep a gentle squeeze and you swore your heart stopped, your cheeks were tinged with pink and you could barely formulate a sentence.

“yeah, i’m excited to play with ya” you breathe out, you move to your new cubby and get changed into the barcelona kit, feeling at home already even though it was your first day.

due to you busying yourself with avoiding alexia, you missed the way her gaze lingered on you as you changed, she was intrigued by you.

what you didn’t know was alexia had done her own forms of research. she had heard your name countless times in the media, a rising star in the making.

she respected the way you played, a midfielder who wasn’t afraid to take risks but also managed to avoid fouls frequently.

she wanted to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her.

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weeks and months fly by and it was easy to say you felt comfortable amongst the team. your spanish was surprisingly getting better, being able to go through training without a translator most of the time.

the girls reciprocated you well, you’d go to team bonding nights and laugh and joke around with them. it was obvious to everyone except alexia that you were harbouring a crush on the captain.

the ways your eyes would follow her every move with pink cheeks honestly exposed yourself. and what made it harder was that alexia and you were growing closer each day.

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one day you were chatting with mapi and ingrid, more like you getting teased while you begged them to stop before you were interrupted by a certain someone.

“do you want to be my partner?” alexia questions from behind you suddenly, making you choke on your own spit as she looked at you with a kind smile. “really?” you breathe out, she nods, nodding her head to the pitch for you to follow her.

you’d both been able to converse easily as the months went by, she’d have to ask you to slow down a couple of times when you both talked about something you had in common but it worked.

as you both trained together, you chatted and laughed, talking about random topics.

when you both got to shooting practice, alexia analysed your every move. she would give little nods of approval when you touched the ball, sending you an encouraging smile if you made eye contact, your heart was fluttering around her.

“you should put more weight into your hips when you kick” alexia corrects, you look at her questioningly, she huffs out a little laugh and comes to stand behind you.

her large hands place themselves on your hips and she turns them slightly to the front. her front was pressed against your back and you certainly weren’t breathing. she noticed you tense but chose to ignore it.

“focus here before you kick so it’s stronger” alexia says next to your ear, squeezing your hips gently before letting go of you. “try again, vamos! (let’s go)” she exclaims, you do as she says with her corrections and it was a much better result.

she smiles proudly, “buena niña! (good girl)” she laughs, coming up to you to squeeze your shoulders encouragingly, your cheeks were burning.

the entire team watched the interaction with big grins, ready to tease you for how sheepish you looked.

“gracias (thank you), ale” you scratch the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, she shakes her head, “it’s nothing, thank me with a goal next game” she jokes, pinching your cheek teasingly before walking off to get some water.

you’re left there in shock, lucy and keira approaching with cheesy grins. “you’re in love” lucy coos, poking your shoulder teasingly while you shielded yourself in a hug from keira.

“i’m so fucking stupid, why can’t i be normal” you groan, keira laughs, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “you’re just shy, which is weird to see because you’re the complete opposite” she laughs, you pull back to throw her a glare.

“it’s cute” lucy chuckles, “i can’t wait to tell everyone about the development” she grins, her and keira share a hearty laugh seeing your face go pale, while you attempted not to scream.

“don’t you fucking dare” you grit out, “i won’t” lucy winks, unfortunately she did and by the time training was over, your phone was blowing up with text messages talking about the interaction.

you looked at lucy with a stone cold glare while she blew you a kiss, alexia watched how angry you were, she could practically feel it radiating off you on the other side of the change room.

“estás bien? (are you okay)” alexia walks up to you, holding a cold drink out to you. you take it after a moment of hesitation, “uh, yeah, sí” you smile, “lucia is annoying you?” alexia grins, looking over at lucy to see her and keira whispering while looking at you. “yes, she’s very annoying” you grumble, your eyebrows furrowing.

alexia smiles fondly at you, her hand moving to your face, her thumb smoothing out the crease between your eyebrows. “wrinkles” she tutts, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked up at her.

“are you coming tonight?” she says like she didn’t just make you flatline. she’s talking about a team bonding session at her house. “yeah, i think so” you smile at her, “think or know?” she teases, was she flirting with you?

“know, i’ll be there” you mock, she nods with a pleased expression, “hasta luego, lindura (see you later, cutie)” she winks, moving to grab her bag from her cubby and leave, making sure to look back at you another time with a soft smile before walking out.

you get pulled out of your trance once you hear your phone blowing up again, checking it to see lucy had recorded you watching alexia leave. you throw your head back in frustration but chose to avoid letting the older girl feel your wrath, you were still on a buzz from the thought of alexia flirting with you.

—

when you arrived at alexia’s house, you brought her a bottle of wine with a sheepish grin. when she opened the door for you, she pulled you into the warmest hug, both of you fitting together like a puzzle.

“finalmente! (finally) i was waiting for you!” she grins as she pulls away, taking the wine out of your hands and grabbing one of yours to drag you into the living room where everyone was.

her hand was so warm against yours, soft against your skin and you really didn’t want her to let go. “you look beautiful” alexia smiles before she ushers you to sit down, you barely had the time to tell her how breathtaking she looked, dressed casually but still looking like she could be on the front of a magazine.

you sit next to mapi and she immediately bombards you with questions, “have you kissed yet?” she questions, you slap her knee, “ingrid, your girlfriend is a bully” you huff, ingrid laughs, nodding along with you with an apologetic smile.

everyone was watching a movie while eating, alexia sitting beside you, the two of you would chat back and forth with small giggles and smiles shared between you.

by the time the night was ending, alexia’s arm was resting behind you on the couch, basically over your shoulder while you were in your own little bubble.

when you left that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the interactions you had with the catalan, you needed to do something about it. fast.

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on a match day for barcelona, you decided it was time for you to tell her about your feelings. it was clear you were flirting with each other. confirmed during the game.

in the second half, you managed to get a goal, using the technique alexia had taught you a couple of days prior.

she was the first one to you after, the loud roar of the crowd drowned out when you felt alexia’s strong arms wrapping around your waist.

you both smiled so brightly as she congratulated you, placing you on the ground, giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead and squeezing your shoulders. this told you everything. it wasn’t just her being friendly, it was alexia making a move.

at the end of the match, the two of you lingered in the middle of the pitch, you were fidgeting so much alexia was worried.

“(y/n)?” she dips her head to make eye contact with you, “estás bien? (are you okay)” you nod, opening your mouth to speak but nothing came out. “take a deep breath” she smiles, a hand on your shoulder offering you comfort but also stressing you out.

“ale” you start, she nods with an encouraging smile, “i really fancy ya, ale, i’ve been wantin’ to tell ya for a while” you blurt out, alexia’s eyebrows furrow, she looks a little confused.

the silence was loud, why hasn’t she said anything back. if this was her rejection, it hurt more than anything she could have verbalised.

“you know what, forget i said anythin’” you run off before she could say anything. “qué? (what)” she was about to ask you to repeat yourself, one - because you were speaking too fast, two - she didn’t know what fancy meant.

you heard her call out for you but you ran into the change room, knowing keira and lucy were in there. “keira!” you yell, “fucking check my pulse!” you shove your arm in her face and she looks at you in shock. only a couple of people were inside, and the ones that were were shocked at how you tumbled into the room.

“jesus, your heart is going so fast” keira says as she presses her fingers to the inside of your wrist. “fuck, why couldn’t you tell me i’m dead and this is a nightmare” you groan, your hands running over your face frustratingly.

“what’s wrong with you?” lucy says as she walks out of the shower to see you in absolute shambles. “everything!” you explain each and every detail and they look at you sympathetically, understanding now why you were so upset.

what you didn’t know was alexia was outside, ear pressed to the door as she heard you explain that you were trying to confess. she feels her stomach tighten, cursing herself for not understanding what you were saying.

“whatever, i’m going home, don’t follow me” you grit, tears pooling at your waterline as you rush out. alexia had moved out of eyeline when she heard you, quickly going into the change room and drilling lucy and keira for your address that they happily gave her with sly grins. happy to know it was all a misunderstanding.

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that afternoon, you hastily wiped your tears away thinking about alexia. you had misunderstood her intentions clearly, you were disappointed with yourself.

you heard the banging from the front door and groaned, knowing your fellow england teammates were probably on the other side with ice cream and apologetic smiles.

“i told you both not to follow me-” you huff, the door opening to see alexia standing there, a bouquet of bright flowers in hand. “hola (hello)” she smiles, “what are you doing here?” you ask softly, “can i come in?” you nod, moving back a little so she could step inside. she hands you the flowers and you take them with a confused expression.

what type of rejection was this?

“i heard you speaking to lucy and keira before” she starts nervously, both of you walking to the kitchen so you could put the flowers in water, they were beautiful.

“it’s fine if you don’t feel the same” you shrink into yourself, brushing the petals of one of the flowers between your fingers.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she calls out, moving around your counter to stand directly in front of you. “me gustas mucho, y quiero estar contigo (i like you a lot, i want to be with you)” she says earnestly, speaking in her mother tongue and hoping you understood because she was speaking from the heart.

you freeze, each and every word quickly translated in your head. “amor (love), you’re very beautiful and nice but you speak very fast, i did not understand a word you said before” she laughs, you can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head at how fast you fled the situation.

“i’m sorry, ale” you grin, “don’t be” she dismisses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the blush she just produced on your cheeks.

“me gustas mucho (i like you a lot), alexia” you smile, she gives you a dazzling expression, appreciating how you spoke her mother tongue to her so she really understood this time. “muy bien, preciosa! (very good, precious)” she coos affectionately, her hand cradling your cheek as she directed your eyes to hers.

“we will teach each other, sí?” she grins cheekily, you hum along with her words, “sí”.

she pulls you closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips, your stomach lurching at how soft they were against yours.

you both smile into it as she drew you closer, your arms wrapping around her neck while her free hand came to rest on the small of your back to press you against her.

she pulls away, not without pressing a few more kisses to your lips through the giggles and the small chatter between the two of you.

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when you both came to training the next day hand in hand, sighs of relief were heard from everyone. lucy whipped out her phone as quickly as she could and sent pictures to the england group chat, your phone blowing up more than ever.

now that the team saw you interact, the teasing somehow got worse every time alexia would kiss you, or even hold your hand.

the pining drove everyone insane but the loved up versions of the two of you were insufferable. you were attached at the hip, just how you and alexia wanted.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you xx

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[dandelions-143]

Secrets

Part 2

You can read part 1 here: Hyunjins Masterlist

All members: Masterlist

Pairing: non Idol, Rich, Bad Boy Hyunjin x Mid/Plus size, College student, Fem! Reader.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, the smut isn’t too bad but, there is body shaming in this. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 4194k

Summary: What happens after Y/n catches Hyunjin in a compromising position? Does she forgive him? Is he worth forgiving or will he never seem to learn from his mistakes. Keep reading to find out what happens next…

A/n: Another crossover. Hyunjin and Y/n attend the same bar Chan finds his Y/n with another man in Do It For Me. Still different Y/ns though! I hope you enjoy 😉

Smut Under The Cut

Hyunjin stood outside for a while texting and calling you, but you just would not pick up. What am I going to do now? I’m such an idiot! He told himself. The longer his persistent calls went unanswered the angrier he became at himself.

Hyunjin sat outside calling you non stop for almost an hour when he finally pocketed his phone, got up off the cold ground and went inside. He was furious at this point. Hyunjin had never been able to truly deal with his emotions in a positive way. So once he was inside he went right for the bottles of liquor lined up on the counter top on the kitchen bar.

His long fingers wrapped around the neck of a random bottle of liquor, jerked it up and began to drink heavily as he walked deeper into the house.

Hyunjin made his way into the nearest empty room, just wanting to be by himself. To wallow in his own self pity as he drowned himself in that bottle of liquor.

Felix and Han were sitting out in the hallway, their backs leaned up against the wall. They were watching Minho who was standing in front of them sloppily showing off his tiakwando skills. They stopped suddenly as Hyunjin made his way past them and into the room.

The three watched with curious eyes but, didn’t think much of it at first. Han who was the drunkest out of all three laughed loudly when Minho accidentally kicked the wall from being distracted. “Aye, Chans gonna have you gutted if you put a hole in the wall.”

Minho opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a very loud crash coming from the room behind him. Felix was the first to get up and walk closer to the room. “What was that?” He stumbled a bit, the alcohol in his system guiding him more than pure curiosity. They all jumped a bit when a few more bangs and crashes drifted from behind the closed door.

“You’re such a fool! Why do you ruin everything!” The voice was muffled but they could clearly hear what was being said. Another crash came but it sounded like something was being thrown against the door. This made Minho frantically push open the door thinking Hyunjin was fighting with someone.

As all three men scanned the room taking in the broken glass. The dismantled desk chair that had obviously been used to beat against… well everything. The window in the office was shattered and then there was Hyunjin. The three men watched as he raised the computer above his head and threw it into the flat screen tv.

“Hyunjin!” Felix called with his deep boisterous voice causing Hyunjin to look over at him. His right hand was bleeding a little and he was sweaty. “What are you doing..” Han rushed over while Minho looked around the room. His eyes widened and his hand began to card through his hair realizing this was Chan’s father’s study. Hyunjin lifted his head a little to look at his friends. “I hate myself.” He mumbled as a few tears escaped his red, bloodshot eyes.

“Get him and take him home.” Minho said as he turned his attention to the three men. He watched as Han and Felix helped Hyunjin up and walked him out. With another glance around the trashed room he sighed, a hand carding through his hair. “The fuck, Hyunjin.” He spoke under his breath.

A few days later and Hyunjin was currently in the middle of picking up a car for Chan. He had been kind of quiet and distant lately in the group. As he drove down the empty ally ways and darkened city streets he couldn’t help but think of you and what you were up to. If you were okay.. if you were truly done with him.

That’s when he made a decision to head over to your apartment regardless of the danger he would be in for driving a stolen car. He didn’t care.. the need to see you over came any rational thinking.

“Mother.. Father.. what are you doing here?” You asked in surprise as you let your parents inside your apartment. You were not expecting them to show up unannounced like this. It had been few days since you left Hyunjin standing outside of Chan’s house. He had been calling you non stop along with texting you.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore him. Every time his name would pop up on your phone you grabbed it.. your finger hovering over the button to answer, but your pride got the best of you every time. You may have your insecurities, but you won’t be made a fool. Not even by him.

“That’s no way to greet your parents, darling.” Your mother’s snooty attitude dripping from her every word. You loved your parents, but you didn’t like them. They were so different from you.. you had nothing in common with them.

Your parents loved the finer things in life. Extravagant parties and trips. Expensive clothes, cars, jewelry. Rubbing elbows with the wealthiest people. That just wasn’t you despite being brought up in that kind of world you preferred little coffee shops or mom and pop diners over expensive celebrity clad restaurants. You hated parties unless they were small intimate gatherings and you would rather earn your own money than live off your parents.

As your mother walked around the room her sharp eyes assessing your small but cozy apartment; your father went snooping through your cabinets. “Mother..” you pinned her down with a concerned stare. She walked to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “We have been worried about you. You haven’t been home in a very long time. We rarely hear from you and.. I would like to be involved in your college life.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, closing yourself off to her instantly. “Mother, you don’t need to be involved. I am exactly where I want to be. You just need-“ you were cut off by a rapid knocking at your apartment door. “Were you expecting a guest?” You heard your mother ask as you turned to walk to your door. “No, I don’t know who it could… be…” your words fell off quietly when you opened your door and there stood Hyunjin.

Your wide eyes took in the exquisite sight of him. His long hair was a little messy, pink swollen lips parted when his pretty eyes met yours. His arms were on full display as he stood tall and lean in his black tank top with baggy black jeans. His nails were chipped with black paint. Your eyes roamed over all of him and Hyunjins eyes seemed to do the same to you. “What are you doing here?” You managed to get out although it didn’t sound like you speaking.

Hyunjins adams apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed nervously, “I-i was hoping to talk to you?” His brown eyes were soft and pleading. He looked like he was one rejection away from dropping to his knees and begging. “Hyunjin..” you started, but your mother stepped into view by your side. “Y/n, who is it?” Her judgmental gaze took in Hyunjins appearance. “Darling, is this one of your…friends?”

Her face looked as if she smelled something disgusting as she kept looking at your boyfriend.. ex-boyfriend?

“This isn’t a good time.” You said, ignoring your mother’s words and began to close the door. Hyunjin stuck his foot in the door preventing it from closing, “No, we are going to talk.” He pushed past both you and your mother. Your mother looked appalled when Hyunjin grabbed her hand and shook it gently. “I’m y/ns boyfriend and I assume you’re her mother.” He gave her a confident smile but his eyes were nervous. They kept moving to you.

You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “Um, yeah.. Hyunjin, my mother and that’s my Father.” You pointed to him who was sitting on your couch now with a beer in hand. “Hello, sir.” Hyunjin said, but your dad only waved him off. He was never interested in you or anything pertaining to you at all.

Your mother let out a dismayed laugh, her hand resting on her chest. “You’re dating my daughter?” She shook her head in disbelief, “She would never be with.. with someone like you.” That’s when you finally snapped, “Okay! Mother, Father I think it’s time you go.” You walked over to your father and pulled him up by his hand and began to push them both out the door. All the while your mother saying how she has never been treated so poorly and that they just got there. “Goodbye mother, love you” you blew her a kiss and shut the door in her face.

Taking a moment you leaned against your door to decompress, but long fingers gently gripped your shoulders and began to pull you into his warm body. “Baby..” he whispered, “Come here.” Just before your body pressed into his you pushed him away by his chest. “No! I’m still pissed off at you.” All the anger you had came rushing back.

You walked around him and headed into your bedroom. Of course Hyunjin followed you, “Y/n please.. I’m so sorry. I can’t eat.. I can’t fuckin sleep.. I can’t live without you.” His voice was shaky as if he was on the verge of tears. You kept your back to him, knowing that if you looked at him in that very moment you would crack. Give in..

“Hyunjin, what you did was not okay. You lied to me.” You finally turned around, but kept your gaze down at your feet. “I didn’t lie.. I just didn’t tell you everything.” He took a small step forward as he spoke. His words made your eyes flit up to his handsome face. “Same fucking thing, Hyunjin!” You raised your voice, how dare he.. “You keep secrets.. I’m tired of it! You say you love me”

“-I do..” he interjected.

“Then show me all of you! The good, the bad.. all your dirty secrets! Because I’ll be damned if I allow you to keep me as one of those little secrets!” Tears were streaming down your cheeks now. The damn had broken and a flood of salty tears fell from your watery eyes. This made Hyunjin take the few steps to you and wrap you up in his arms.

“Please don’t cry.. I love you and I am so sorry for making you hurt. I want you to know that you are everything to me.” He tilted your chin up so that you were now looking up at him. “Hyunjin, you let someone else kiss you. You were at a party that you could have easily taken me to.. but, you chose not to.” Your voice was soft now.. pained and quiet.

Hyunjins dark eyes searched yours and he cupped your cheeks with both of his hands now. “That kiss was my best friend trying to piss off the man she loves. And… that party.. you’re too good to be at things like that.” When you don’t say anything and just furrowed your brow he continued. “Y/n, you’re my angel.. you make me a better person. You make me want to be better. Please don’t ever think I kept my life separate from you because of me being ashamed or because.. I want to hurt you.” His hands slid down your back to rest low on your curvy hips.

“I mean every word when I say I love you and every part of you. Your body.. your mind is the most beautiful to me.” Hyunjin kissed the tip of your nose then kissed your wet cheeks making his plump lips shiny with your tears. “Please.. my love. Let me in again. I promise I’ll be better.” You watched as Hyunjin slowly sank to his knees in front of you.

…and just like that you were tempted to give into him.. your walls crumbling at the sight. Along with the fact that he had you wet and throbbing for him in that very same moment.

It annoyed you just how easily this man could turn you to putty in his grasp. His hands slipped down your thick thighs gently squeezing and kneading you there. “No more secrets.” You said softly as your fingers found their way into his hair. Hyunjin closed his eyes in satisfied relief. “Mmm..” he nodded and slowly opened his eyes once again. “Yes, no more secrets.” He repeated back to you.

Hyunjin moved a little closer and slowly lifted up your shirt to expose your soft round tummy. He kept his eyes on your face as he leaned in and his lips were on your skin just below your belly button. Your hands still tangled in his hair. Your lips parted as you watched and felt his hot tongue lick a slow line above your pants. “Let me show you just how sorry I am..” Hyunjin mumbled between slow wet kisses over your stomach. “Please, my love.”

All you could do was give him a little nod of your head. Then Hyunjin stood up and moved to sit on the end of your bed, “Take that off?” He requested. He had told you countless times how beautiful you were. You never really believed him.

Hyunjin had told you how sexy you were as well, but you never really took him seriously. But in this moment as you stood there slowly removing your blouse then your jeans.. your bra along with your panties… you could see that look in his eyes. That look of love.. of want.

Hyunjin was completely enthralled in your body. His eyes drank every curve, every dimple, every stretch mark, and imperfection in. “You’re so god damn sexy, Y/n.” He licked his lips and reached out his hands for you to take. You took his hands and he led you to the bed, gently helping you lay down.

You watched as he undressed, that lean, muscular body putting every man to shame in this very moment. Biting your lip you watched as he removed his pants then his boxers. His cock sprung loose. He was extremely hard, long and slender, veiny and pink at the tip.

Hyunjin knelt on the bed at your feet before gripping your legs gently and spreading you open so carefully, as if you were his favorite novel. “Y/n..” he groaned as his eyes caught sight of your wet pussy. “So fucking pretty.” He mumbled hoarsely as he leaned down between your thighs. He kissed over your lips slowly, caressing your inner thighs with his warm hands.

Hyunjin kept his eyes focused on your face, he liked to see your reaction to the way he touched your body. You gasped as he sucked gently on your folds, gently sliding one finger inside you. He was going agonizingly slow only making you lift your hips and roll them against him. Hyunjin took his time feeling you, tasting you. His tongue swirled around your clit then licked you from your entrance up to your swollen little button again.

Hyunjin was taking care to make sure you felt the best you ever had. As if he was running his fingers slowly over your pages.. paying attention to every single word..reading you over and over again because he just couldn’t get enough of you.

You let out little whimpers and soft moans, rolling your hips, grinding against his hungry mouth. You couldn’t take much more, your fingers tugging and pulling at his hair as your first orgasm hit you. He kept sucking on your clit while his finger pushed into you over and over again. Your juices dripping over his hand.

As soon as your orgasm was over his mouth was on your stomach again, kissing up your body, his hands exploring every inch of you. You drifted in and out of a dream like haze, your hands sliding over his back feeling his muscles move beneath his hot skin. Your nails digging into his skin causing him to hiss softly.

Hyunjins lips kissed between your breasts, his hands gripping and kneading them gently. His finger pinching at your hardened nipples. You were unfocused, relaxed.. then your breath caught in your throat when you felt him enter you smoothly. You arched your back up off the bed as you felt him push into you and stay there for a moment.

Hyunjins lips were sucking and biting at your neck then he was on your lips kissing you. Slow and passionate, deep tongue kissing. Slowly, slow, and deliciously wet. He was moaning into your mouth and you were doing the same.

Then he was fucking you, not fast, but driving his weeping cock into you hard. Causing loud yelps of pleasure to fill the room between each of his kisses. His hand moved to your throat, and you felt yourself letting go; becoming focused only on him and the love he was exuding right now.

His hips ground into yours with each deep thrust he gave you. His moans turned into deep whimpers as he pulled back to look down at you. “I love you.. I love you, Y/n.” He moaned your name repeatedly as he watched your face.

“Cum baby.. cum.. fuck!” He never once took his eyes from yours as you both came undone at the same time. His thrusts became short and a little sloppy as he came inside you, your nails doing damage on his back as you felt your orgasm deeper than before.

When it was over and he was laying on top of you, his semi hard cock still inside you Hyunjin kissed you once more then smiled. “You’re mine.. okay?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his sweet question. You nodded, “Yes, I’m all yours but, if you ever hurt me again I’m gone for good.”

The next day you and Hyunjin stayed in bed, cuddling, talking of the future, fucking until you were both spent then you would do it all over again.

After the third round of the best sex Hyunjin ever had you both were lying in your messy bed. His arms wrapped securely around your naked body, your head on his chest, and his legs tangled with yours. You looked up at him, his eyes seemed distant as he looked up at the ceiling. He looked like something was really weighing on his mind.

“Babe, you okay?” You spoke softly, dragging your fingertips along his sharp jaw. That seemed to wake him from his thoughts. “Mmm, yeah I’m perfect. Amazing.” Hyunjins sexy smirk painted his lips as he looked down at you. “Are you sure? You seem to have a lot on your mind.” You couldn’t help but move your fingers over his plump bottom lip. Aside from his eyes those lips were your favorite.

He slowly moved you onto your back and slid over you smoothly. “I’m just thinking of how lucky I am. How fucking sexy my girlfriend is.” He began to kiss over your cheek, along your jaw to your neck. “And how fucking good that pussy is.” His dirty words made you blush and giggle softly but, those giggles turned into little squeals as Hyunjin moved his hands to your hips and began to relentlessly squeeze and tickle you. His teeth nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there.

Hyunjin pulled back, resting most of his weight on his hands that were now pressed into the mattress near your head. You pushed his dark hair out of his eyes. Those eyes traced the lines of your face. Your mouth, skin, pretty sparkling eyes, soft pink lips. “What are you doing?” You asked between dying giggles. He only shook his head, “Just trying to memorize your face. I never want to forget this face.”

You thought that was a little odd for him to say that. Why wouldn’t he remember your face, he’s going to see you nearly every day. Hyunjin brought you out of your thoughts with a question you thought you’d never hear. “Would you like to go to dinner with me and a few of my friends?”

With wide eyes you gladly accepted. “Yes! I think that would be fun.” Hyunjin rolled off you and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up his boxers that were discarded on the floor the night before. “You say that now, you haven’t met them yet.” He ran his hands through his messy hair. “Come on let’s shower. I’m suppose to meet them in an hour and a half.” You took his hand so he could lead you to the bathroom.

It didn’t take too long for you both to get ready. You kept it simple with a black mini skirt and white blouse that showed off your impeccable cleavage. You kept your hair down and pushed back from your face with a simple black hair band. Hyunjin matched you with his black jeans and a white button up, but he left the top buttons undone in a messy unkempt way.

The drive to the bar was short, Hyunjin kept a hand on you at all times. On your thigh in the car, on the small of your back as you entered the establishment. It was a small home grown little pub. Nothing too fancy, a place that was just your style. It didn’t take long for Hyunjins friends to spot you both before you saw them. “Aye! Jinnie!” A cute man with round cheeks, big round brown eyes, and dark brown hair waved you both over.

Hyunjin took hold of your hand before leading you towards the back booth they were sitting at. Along with the man that called for Hyunjin there was a guy that looked oddly familiar to you. He was bigger in build than the other man and Hyunjin. He had strong features, stalky with large arms, and jet back hair. There was a girl next to him, she was pretty with dyed bright red hair, sharp slanted eyes, petite, and she did not look thrilled to be there.

You watched as Hyunjin greeted them all warmly. “And who do we have here?” The bulkier guy asked, his smile was pretty but, his eyes looked devious. “Guys this is Y/n, my girlfriend. Y/n, this is Han..” Hyunjin gestured to the chubby cheeked guy and then nodded towards the bulky guy and the girl, “That’s Changbin and Mi Cha.”

Han and Changbin both shook your hand and moved seats so Hyunjin and you could have one side of the booth to yourselves. Mi Cha didn’t greet you but, she kept those sharp eyes on you regardless. “I remember you now. You’re the girl Hyunjin and I met at that art gallery he drug me to!” Changbin said, his loud voice carrying over the entire place it seemed.

Hyunjin immediately covered his eyes slightly embarrassed at his friend’s enthusiasm. It took you a moment but, it finally clicked. “That’s right! You came up to me first then Hyunjin!” You laughed softly at the memory. Changbin did approach you first but Hyunjin stole your heart quickly.

The entire time through ordering the food and drinks to the million and one questions Han asked you..who you were realizing he talked a lot.. Mi Cha barely said a word. She sat back assessing you, judging you silently. You did your best to ignore her. You were having a good time regardless, Hyunjins friends looked a bit scary but, they were actually hilarious.

Hyunjin stood up and kissed your forehead, “I’m going to run to the restroom, be back baby. Please don’t scare her off.” Hyunjin gave the three on the opposite side of the table a pointed look and you watched him leave. The table fell a little quieter now that he was gone. You were not the best at meeting new people regardless of how talkative and outgoing they were.

“So how did you all meet?” You asked not only to make small talk but, you were genuinely curious. Mi Cha spoke up first, “Oh, I briefly dated Jinnie but, then we just decided to be friends with benefits.” Her pretty face was smug and her smile showed just how satisfied she was when your own smile faltered just a little.

You swallowed the thick saliva that seemed to have suddenly coated your throat. “Oh.. is that so?” Hans eyes seemed to grow even wider and Changbin just looked down unsure of what to say.

“Wait! Does this mean Hyunjin won the bet?” The bitch sitting directly across from you sat back and looked over at Changbin then over at Han. The looks on the two men’s faces made your insides turn. Han went white.. and Changbin gave Mi Cha a death glare.

Your concerned eyes darted back and forth between the two men and Mi Cha, “What bet?”

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CHAPTER Ⅰ :- ATTENTION

C.W. f!reader is an attention seeking thief, mentions of killing & execution, implications of s*x (not detailed/sugar coated), reader labelled as freak. Please let me know if I missed anything!

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You don't know what you did to get such a large bounty on your head. You never killed, never found pleasure in the thought of it. Sure, you stole from the richest and you didn't bother hiding your acts.

It's amusing, how your delicate fingers can just snatch all sorts of things out of pockets. You'd find it humorous when they did catch you, when you made sure they knew that you stole something valuable.

The way their faces would contort into shock and morph into pure anger. It's an interesting reaction, you don't know why it satisfies you so much to be seen as a criminal, a known thief.

Is it the thrill it brings when doing something so fragile? Is it to prove something? You questioned your motives on more than one occasion. But it all goes down to one reason.

Boothill. An infamous outlaw, mostly works for brokers. You could never be like him, of course, you don't know how to handle arms nor do you know how he manages to eliminate people like some useless digits in an equation. But to be known by as many people as him is a need. A great wish that only the brightest star can grant, and that star sure does love to stay hidden.

You just want to be known. To be seen and to have your face stamped on the alley walls of Penacony, the word 'wanted' stated right above your head in heavy red ink. It's an indescribable urge.

You blame the lack of attention you got in your younger years. No matter how many times it's repeated, people are greedy and love to talk about themselves. You're no different. If anything, you're worse. This idea of belonging to yourself and loving yourself so much to the point where you want everyone to know every small thing about you, is a major derivative to becoming popular. Whether in a good or bad way.

You realized this power at a young age. Getting accused of cheating when you really didn't, but instead of having your belly bubble with rage at such an accusation, you felt seen. For the first time. Kids are straightforward, if you look, talk, or act weirdly, they'll label you as a "freak."

You didn't have friends, nor did you want any. Their a hindrance, nothing but pawns in a game you didn't know you were playing. You don't know why you used to think that, maybe it was cause you felt invisible. You didn't like it, but it was peaceful.

You remember smiling when the girl who accused you hissed you name towards the teacher, and then you grinned when all eyes turned to you. With that reaction, people agreed on your crime, and into punishment you went.

Cleaning the classroom for a week and retaking a harder version of the test. You took your time, enjoyed cleaning, enjoyed thinking. After all, you had no parents to go home to, no friend to visit. You lived relying on your pickpocketing skills. Stealing a sandwich from a distracted merchant, hiding an apple in your bag when looking through a store. Water bottles, sweets, juice, gum, anything you can get your sinister hands on.

You had the right to survive, just like everyone else. Even if your way bended the laws, you still had the right. At least that's what you told yourself.

As you grew up, you got smarter, more daring. Unclasping pearl necklaces from necks of rich women while complimenting them, flirting with drunk merchants that are too drunk to realize you snatch a few wads of credit, too naïve to notice, too blind by honeyed words to care.

You'd steal like it's a nine to five. You wake up every morning in your hidden shack that was an abandoned garage, brush your teeth, ruffle your hair, apply what little perfume you have left from the perfume store that you stole from a few years ago. Cool, peachy, and flowery. The scent would turn heads, only to be met with a sinister grin and a wallet out of their pockets and in your very trusty hands.

You'd buy yourself a meal, keep it packed till you get back to your humble abode.

"I'm home…"

You have no one to go back to. But these words always feel brand new when they roll out of your throat, saddened, somber. You know you'll never come home to see anyone, you'd probably be dead or on the run by the time. Every day, every night, it's the same routine.

You grew to like it, enjoy the loop of similar activities. Up until now.

As if a shock, he came in and rearranged the pattern. Forced himself into your idea of a perfect lifestyle. You're not mad, there's a reason you have his wanted poster plastered right next to your mattress on the wall of your home. You're excited to this sudden change. Giggling, you shove the drunkard you were trying to bribe away, causing him to stumble and knock himself out on the hard floor of the saloon.

You know he's here for you, it's clear with that killer smile on his lips. His hands hanging loosely on his gun holster, you pull your bottom lip into the light grip of your teeth, your smile so wide your lip slips from the caress of your wet tongue against the slightly chapped surface.

There he stands, in all his glory. The one and only Boothill. Mechanical body glinting under the yellow bulbs, complex machinery whispering a repetitive whir of pumps pumping and gears turning. Teeth akin to a shark's pointy and pearly. Pupils that rotate, gun's targets eyeing you up and down.

Under his calculated gaze, you feel seen, heard, and understood all within the span of a few seconds. Everyone around you seems non existent, they cower in the dark corners of the saloon as the predator approaches you in clicking heels on a wooden floor.

He thinks you look like a little girl. With your legs kicking the air softly, your hands resting beneath your thighs as you gaze up at him with nothing but wonder and curiosity. He doesn't know if he likes it, he's used to siren lulls of scandalous dances, spending a few hours to relish in the plush of steamy nights with what people would call models, but to him, nothing but discarded digits of pleasure. He doesn't even know why he participates in such acts. He's not a human anymore, can't feel a warm body against his, it itches him. Not being able to touch and feel and caress. It makes him go crazy, often shooting bullets at aging walls when he thinks about it too much.

He likes you. How different you are to him, how new you are to him. He feels like it's okay to slow down just this once. He takes a seat next to you. Resting his elbow on the wooden bar, his fist cushioning his cheek as his eyes stay locked on you. You imitate him. Staring at him just as intently. With just as much wonder.

"Can I buy you a drink, sugar?"

MASTERLIST ⋮ CHAPTER Ⅱ . . .

[steamy-linguine]

LATE NIGHT BEER PT. 2

Logan howlett x Fem!reader

Read pt. 1 here

A/N: I told you I’d write a part 2. Let me know what you think

Warnings: 18+ SMUT

Another night came and you were in the kitchen sitting at one of the stools waiting for him with a new pack of beer.

You turned your head when you saw him and smiled and he didn’t say anything but instead he joined you and the two of you popped open two bottles.

Logan was growing close to you and it both excited and scared him. He was still rough around the edges, a man who was mysterious and used little words and cursed like a sailor but something about you pulled a different side out of him, he felt vulnerable.

He knew what it meant to let people in, the risk that came with it but the more he tried to push it out the harder it was. He looked over at you when you weren’t looking and admired your beauty.

You were young, somewhere in your mid twenties but you were an old soul and he appreciated that about you, it was nice that you both shared some common interest. The night concluded with the two of you discussing music and finishing up your beers and going to bed ready to start your days but today was different.

Instead of being in the confines of a classroom, the two of you were both tasked with trying to stop a mutant. It’s powers were a mirage, creating scenes that were just projections of one’s deepest desires to distract while it could easily kill.

“Should be easy, right?” You asked Logan and he looked at you and saw the uneasiness in your eyes and for a second he wished they had sent anyone else because he knew you weren’t very skilled in combat and he was going to be too distracted trying to protect you.

“It’ll be fine.” His tone was gruff making you grow quiet and he regretted sounding so harsh. The two of you walked through what was a container yard but it was desolate adding to the eeriness.

The sound of quick feet moved around the two of them and they both looked around trying to figure out which direction it was coming from.

“Stay close,” Logan ordered and he continued to walk through the ship yard and then he stopped.

He couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore.

“Aurora?” He called your name as he turned around but the scene around him melted away and he knew immediately he was in trouble as the ship yard turned into a bedroom, his bedroom. When he heard the sounds of your voice calling his name from many directions and he turned to see you on the bed.

You laid on his sheets wearing his red flannel that he loved. It was big on you but still somehow hugged you in all the right spots. The top two buttons undone as the collar hung off of your shoulder revealing your collar bone. Logan was frozen in place, lost for wards as he watched you crawl to the edge of the bed with desire brimming in your eyes.

“Is this what you want Logan?” Your voice was smooth like whiskey laced with sweetness. He had never heard your voice sound like this before, he was drowning in the sound of it.

He moved closer to the edge of the bed and your hands found their way to his waist, fingers dancing against the leather of his suit as you stood up straight and smirked at him.

“Aurora…” He said your name again and you placed your finger on his lips, shushing him.

“Just let me take care of you…” you whispered into his ear.

He couldn’t shake the feeling. He knew somehow the setting of it all wasn’t right but due to the mirage it was making him forget where he truly was before but to him it didn’t matter now, he had you. Lips pressed delicately against his neck and he groaned as his claws retracted and his large hands found their way to your hips.

“Aurora…” he moaned out your name.

You laid on the ground, head pounding and blood dripping from the side. You groaned as you stood up on your feet and began walking the ship yard. You didn’t remember much, just that you were with Logan and the next minute you were caught in some sort of a dream like scenario, you on the beach and then a hard smack on the side if your head made you fall to the ground.

“Logan!” You called out for him as everything around you finally stopped spinning.

Stay close…

It was the last thing you remembered him saying before the two of you got separated.

You were still trying to gain control of your powers, still testing its limits so you were surprised they asked you to accompany them wolverine. Storm insisted on it, saying it would be good for you to be in real situations rather than just simulations but you knew Logan didn’t need your help, really. He was strong, skilled in combat, and he literally couldn’t die.

The thought of being there with him felt a little silly given your lack of experience but x-men always worked as a team, never solo.

You stopped when you saw him. He was standing still, unmoving and you knew he was trapped.

“Logan!” You screamed at him hoping to break him from his trance but you knew it was too late and the mirage had him trapped. The mutant wasn’t too far from him, their eyes glossed over with white as they used their powers to trap him but this was the perfect moment for you.

You acted fast as you held your hand up and blasted them directly and it sent them flying to the ground as they let out a loud scream now blinded from the energy of light that came from her.

The mirage melted away from Logan’s vision and he was back now in this reality, the mutant on the ground in pain and you joined his side. Logan took a quick glance over you and you smiled at him.

“So much for staying close huh?” You rasped out.

***

The day turned to night and Logan decided he deserved a nice beer after all the shit he went through. He entered the kitchen and there you were already waiting for him with a brand new pack of his favorite beer.

You remembered.

“I thought maybe we could celebrate my first mission and I also owe you a pack.” You smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

“You shouldn’t have.” He said as he found his way to the seat beside you and you grabbed them both a bottle and popped them open with ease.

“I honestly didn’t think I would be of much use to you today.” You admitted to him.

“Why?” He asked.

You shrugged, “Well y’know your…Logan. You don’t need an inexperienced mutant with you in battle-“

He placed his hand over yours, shushing you immediately as you looked in his eyes and he held a very serious stare, “Without you being there, I would still be there trapped…so thank you.”

He let his hand stay over yours and you smiled at him. He pulled his hand away and his eyes flickered to your head.

“How’s your head bub?” He asked as he placed his hands on your jaw and turned your head slightly, the heat rising to your cheeks. He had never been this close before, let alone placed his hands on your like this but his touch was gentle.

“I’m okay Logan.” You assured him and he pulled his hands back and grabbed his beer.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you today. The last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt.” His voice was filled with regret and hurt.

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault and I don’t blame you for it. Shit happens.”

You gave a reassuring smile and he returned it, although the guilt was still eating inside of him but he decided he would push it down for now.

He took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle back on the counter, “You know you blinded that mutant today.”

You gulped your beverage and placed your drink down. “I know…It’s unfortunately apart of my powers. They can be so strong the blasts can cause some long lasting effects…It’s why I don’t really like to use them, I have no sense of control yet.” Your voice trails off.

Logan placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked at him, “Hey, don’t be ashamed of who you are. You saved me.”

He smiled as you as he removed his hand and you both drank for a bit in more silence.

“I blinded my mother on accident when I was a kid. I was just trying to help her but I instead made her life far more difficult…My father couldn’t forgive me for it. So it’s hard to not be ashamed of who I really am.” You confessed to him.

You exhaled as you remembered it and Logan nudged you.

“We’ve all got a past. Don’t let it control you,” He told you and he almost snorted at his words considering he couldn’t even take his own advice.

“Thank you Logan for just…Being a good friend to me.” You said.

A friend.

There were nights where he didn’t come down, even though he loved the excitement of it all, not knowing if you were going to be in the kitchen waiting for him but some of those nights he would try to keep himself at bay. He had to just remind himself that you guys were friends and it needed to stay that way, maybe even less than that. Although he enjoyed your company (way more than you knew) he couldn’t shake off the fact that you were better off with someone younger and with less baggage than him and he tried to keep away but it became harder.

Some nights, he would lie awake in bed and imagine you would be next to him. His nose buried into the crook of your neck and he would inhale your scent (since he remembered it), you smelled of Jasmine, and he would wrap his hand around your throat and lightly squeeze as he would push himself deep inside of you but then he would remember he was alone in his bed and it was just his imagination.

“Logan,” you called his name softly and he nodded at you encouraging you to continue.

“I heard you call out my name today. What did the mirage show you?” You asked and he sat in silence almost dumbfounded trying to come up with some lie.

“Nothing.” He brushed it off.

You frowned, “I don’t believe you.”

“No really it was nothing.”

He couldn’t tell you. I mean you would think awful of him if he did and he really couldn’t blame you for it. You two are just friends (as you said). He didn’t want to jeopardize that with his perverted thoughts coming to the light.

You held the same frown at him still not believing a word he said but you pushed it away choosing to ignore it. When you both finished your drinks, it was a little past 11 and you both said your goodnights and went your separate ways.

Logan went to bed that night dreaming of you. His need to have you was becoming obsessive and he knew it was going to get bad, just like how he was with Jean but this was different.

It was primal.

He awoke that morning staring at the ceiling in his bed and decided he had to put an end to this although it wasn’t what he wanted but it needed to be done before things took a turn.

The next two weeks dragged painfully as he chose to ignore you and you could feel it. He wouldn’t look in your direction anymore whenever you would be in the same room. If you two were walking through the hallway, he chose to make a quick detour to stay out of your way. He even didn’t come down anymore for late night drinks, leaving you alone with two bottles.

It wasn’t until the start of the third week that you both shared words again. Logan was getting ready for bed when he passed the window in his bedroom and in the garden he could see a figure of a woman, a figure he recognized all too well sitting in the grass.

“Go back to your room, it’s late.” Logan called out in the distance as he made his way over to you.

“What are you my father?” You argued back and it caught him off guard, not used to you speaking to him like that.

You noticed how he looked taken aback and you scoffed.

“Aurora,” he stood in front of you where you sat in the grass. You had on a silk white night gown with lace edges and a white silk robe that covered your shoulders. “Please, go inside. It’s late.”

“What is your problem Logan? You’ve been acting weird toward me, ignoring me. Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he could see the hurt in your eyes and he felt guilty realizing how badly he fucked up.

He knew you deserved an answer.

“No, you did nothing wrong.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me Logan, I’m not one of the students.” Your voice was quiet but there was a firmness in it as you held your gaze on him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to come up with words, something to tell you right now. For a second he thought of being honest but his fear held him back. He looked back over to you about to open his mouth to let the words flow but he closed it and silence remained between the two of you.

“Fine. I don’t need an explanation then,” You stood up on your feet and tried to walk past him but he grabbed your wrist, his touch was gentle against your skin and he pulled you back.

“I’m sorry.” He said and he had meant it. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings. Your eyes roamed over his face and you could tell he meant it.

The crickets chirped and the sound of the water running in the fountain nearby filled the air as you both looked at one another. He could tell you were looking at him for more, trying to figure out what was going on in his head but unfortunately that wasn’t your power.

Everyone that knew Logan had told you he was impossible to read sometimes. Always disappearing for days, weeks, sometimes months trying to find something yet always running away with no explanation and you hated that because you knew that feeling. Running away, trying to figure out who you were with a past that was filled with hurt.

That’s why you liked Logan so much. Not just because the two of you shared a feeling of grief but because he understood you and there was never a sense of judgement.

“What are you running away from Logan?” You asked him as your hand grazed his arm and he tensed up.

If I let you in, this will just do more harm than good…

He stood there and you moved your hand from his arm and grabbed his large hand with your small ones, your fingers brushing over his knuckles and fuck, he felt something stir inside of him.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?” You asked him in a whisper and he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours for a quick second and pulled back when he realized what he’d done. He was going to apologize but you were faster than him and pressed your lips against his and this time you broke the kiss.

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me Logan?” You asked him trying to catch your breath, the both of your foreheads pressed together and noses touching. He didn’t even know how to answer anymore, his mind scrambled from your touch but felt ashamed almost like a school girl for choosing to ignore you because of a crush.

“I didn’t know if this is a good idea.” He admitted not wanting to dump all of his fears on you but the sentence was enough for you to understand.

“Well, how can you know if you don’t try?” You whispered.

You closed whatever space was left between the two of you and you kissed him again. Your lips were just as soft as he imagined.

Not wanting to get caught, he wasted no time by dragging you back to his room when he made sure the door was locked and he could finally have you to himself .

The room was warm, filled with soft moans as his lips pressed against every inch of your body, making sure you felt worshipped because you deserve nothing less. “Logan…” you moaned out his name as you looked down at him, your weight being supported by your elbows as you were on his bead leaned with his head tucked in between your thighs tasting your sweetness.

You moan as he licks around your sensitive bud, fingers finding his hair and pulling on it as his large hands push down on your legs to keep them spread for him. It wasn’t long before you reached your climax, crying out and he lifted his head and moved up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and that excited you all over again.

This is just how Logan had dreamed of it. You underneath him, your lips swollen from all the kissing and biting at your lips, and the moon shinning in through the window casting a perfect glow on your naked body. He sat on his knees, stroking himself in his hand as his eyes raked over your body taking in the sight of you for a mental image he would always remember.

“Are you sure?” He asked again, wanting to test the waters once more and when you nodded your head he grabbed you by your legs, pulling you closer to him and he pushed himself inside of you. You both had been wanting this, needing this.

You were trying to adjust to his size, it hurt taking all of him but, oh, in all the right ways.

“So fucking tight…” he groaned out as he pushed his hips into you and you let out another moan, music to his ears.

His lips found your neck as he sucked on your sensitive spot and he continued to press into you going at a painful slow pace that was edging you.

“Please go faster.” You begged him and god, he loved hearing you beg.

“Is this not enough for you sweetheart?” He asked you starting to go just a little slower and your eyes rolled back.

“Please Logan.” You begged but you knew he needed more as he pulled away from your neck and his eyes met yours.

“Logan please, I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted it for so long…” You breathed out and your words made something in him stir.

You’ve wanted this for so long…

He thrusts into you hard making you groan as he picks up his pace. “Since you asked so nicely and you’ve been so good f’me…” he rasps out in between his breaths as he rolls into a rhythm of fucking you just how you want it. How you both want it.

How could he not give you what you want when you beg so perfectly like this? So perfect underneath him, calling his name out as you reached your orgasm and he fucks you through it, continuing to fuck you even as he reaches his own orgasm and he presses a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he fills you, holding onto your thigh tightly.

He pulls out and falls onto the side of you, the both of you breathless as you both laid in his bed.

You move closer to him, laying your head on his chest as your fingers made their way up his toned core and found its way to his chest.

“I forgive you.” You said to him and you couldn’t see his face but the corners of his lips upturned into a smile as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

[steveharringtonat3am]

Nails

wc: 883

warnings: some adorable bf eddie

“Your room is so cute.” Eddie sighs happily, cuddling into your pillows. You watch him from your seat at your desk, smiling at his antics.

“It’s pretty normal babe.” You grab your nail polish remover, beginning to take off the two week old polish from your nails. He slides off your bed and grabs his bag and starts taking out all of his things.

“What are you doing?” You ask, turning to watch him as you rub the acetone-coated cotton on your nails.

“Painting dnd miniatures.” He smiles, setting up and tying his hair back into a bun. The sight always makes your heart flutter. His bangs have been getting in his eyes recently and you make a mental note to trim them for him.

“I didn’t know you do that.” You grab your nail polish materials and sit across from him on the floor.

“I like to touch them up so they look extra nice!” They look even tinier in his hands, using a tiny paintbrush to gently paint the little statues.

“Which one are you painting now?” You can’t help but be curious. Even though dnd was a big part of Eddie’s life, you could never get into it. You knew he didn’t mind but you know he likes being able to talk about it with you.

“This is the female wizard. I actually based her character off you. She’s so beautiful that it causes the characters to get distracted during battle.” Leave it to Eddie Munson to be incredibly romantic while talking about dungeons and dragons.

“That one looks really pretty.” With the polish off your nails, you let yourself focus on Eddie’s skillful hands painting with a tiny brush.

“I’m glad you think so.” He kisses your forehead quickly before going back to painting. His tongue sticks out as he focuses. You lay on your stomach next to him, propped up on your hand.

“Do you paint all of these?” You hold up another one and he takes it, cleaning off his brush and starts to paint it.

“Pretty much yeah. It’s actually really relaxing.” It’s so precise that it almost makes you nervous, but he does seen happy.

“That makes sense!” You stay quiet for a while after that. It’s honestly nice to just sit and be with Eddie in silence. He always liked to be talking while doing something with his hands, which was always. But he was so focused that he was quiet, and it was nice to just watch and admire how pretty he is.

“There! Done!” He finally sets the last one down, jolting you awake.

“Th-that’s great babe!” You yawn, curling up in his lap. He smiles and runs a hand over your hair.

“You can’t fall asleep on the floor babe.”

“I can’t fall asleep. Have to paint my nails.” You pout, not nearly in the mood for an activity requiring that much effort.

“I could paint them for you?” He offers, ever the gentleman.

“You don’t know how to paint nails babe.” You peak an eye at him to see him look at you with a funny look on his face.

“I just painted like 20 tiny statues. I think I can handle your nails.” He grins as you sit up against the side of your bed.

“That makes sense…let me file them first yeah?” He nods, handing you the metal file and watching as you shape your nails, blowing them off when you’re done.

“Can I paint them now?” He’s very eager, already opening up your bottle of red polish.

“Sure babe just make sure not to put too much.” He wipes off some of the excess paint, taking your hand and precisely painting your nail. His first try is practically perfect, the coat of paint looking as good as they do in the salon.

“Wow baby you’re really good at this.” He only hums in response. When it came to you, Eddie never left things half-finished. Honestly, you had expected him to get bored halfway through but he painted every nail with incredible precision.

“Is that good?” He asks once the first coat is on. Sure enough, it looks better than ever.

“It’s perfect babe. Now we just let it dry!” You smile, finally able to squirm into his lap. He grins as he pulls you close.

“How long does that usually take?”

“Well it isn’t too thick so shouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes. But until then I can’t touch them, or the polish will smudge.” You keep your hands extended as you relax against his chest.

“Okay baby. Hey did I tell you about what happened today at work? This dude came in-” He launches into an animated story but the warmth of his arms has already begun to lull you to sleep.

An hour later and Eddie’s back is really starting to ache from sitting on the floor. But wow you look adorable when you sleep. He reaches out to inspect your nails, touching them gently to check if they’re dry. Sure enough they are and he smiles, kissing your forehead.

Maybe painting all those miniatures paid off.

[tohwitchesduels]

REQUEST BATTLES OF WITCHES DUELS - Battle 45: Willow Park vs Gus Porter

Disclaimer: This is not a popularity contest or which character you prefer, in this tournament, you decide who is stronger/better/smarter/etc. opponent.

information for both opponents under the cut to those who don't know what they can do in their battle:

Since both have quite huge profiles, I won't be getting into specifics, just motivations and I will link to their profiles in their names.

Willow Park:

Willow Park is a prodigy in plant magic. Only a few can match her talent and raw power when it comes to her command over plant life. She's also very knowledgeable when it comes to Botanics and is very promising when it comes to them (she knows how to tame various plants and what are they capable of). However, her capabilities only extend to plant magic and not other types of magic.

Willow Park is also very strong, athletic, and sporty. She's the Captain of Flyer Derby Emeral Entrails and managed to defeat the captain of Grudgby team Boscha while playing Grudgby for the first time. It is known that Willow works out and shows a lot of physical strength. The girl knows how to pack a punch.

Willow and Gus are best friends and are always there for each other. Willow has to admit she actually doesn't like the idea of fighting him out of sheer worry that Gus could potentially get hurt with how rough she plays. However, Gus reassured her he would be fine so Willow is doing her best not necessarily because she wants to defeat him but out of respect for him and his efforts.

Willow possesses a palisman and is quite capable when it comes to staff wielding. Also as captain of flyer derby, she's a very proficient and quite skilled flyer. Being capable of flying traditionally and switching midair to surfing. She is also capable of using her staff to enhance her already very potent magic.

Willow's magic is enhanced by her emotional state. If she's confident in herself she's most in control, however, if she's bottling up her feelings or feeling insecure, her magic can turn against her. Her magic also gets stronger once she uses anger and determination to power it.

Gus Porter:

Gus Porter is a prodigy when it comes to illusion magic. Prodigious enough to skip a few grades and even defeat the coven head of illusions with his sheer raw power. Gus displays insane potential and a big imagination when it comes to his magic. Now his powers are still limited by his own imagination and creativity meaning his illusions for the most part can be used mostly for deception and distraction, but during this tournament, Gus finally revised his own skill to find even offensive capabilities of his powers. While Gus did display the willingness to study other tracks, he ultimately never did due to his reassurance in being a master illusionist how easy it comes to him, and how much he can do with illusions alone.

One must know how intelligent Gus is during his battles. He can easily fool and toy with his opponents thanks to his illusions and Gus is also not afraid to either mock or straight-up torture his enemies during his battle just to get the results he needs, and has more than enough raw power to pull his schemes to their fullest. It's worth noting that when Gus feels extreme emotions, his magic only gets amplified, however, the side effects could be that Gus actually loses control over his own powers and gets to be the victim of them too, though thankfully to the magical amplifier from Graye, the risk of that is lesser.

Gus does possess a Palisman and is known to be an utter speed demon. Gus doesn't fly in a traditional sense like most other competitors due, to preferring to surf in the air, but this only further allows him to still cast spells while midair, which mixed with his capacity to trick his opponents more dangerous. It's hard to tell however how good he is in combat with his staff, but it appears he knows how to battle with it if he still used it as a means to fight in LR when briefly facing Hunter.

One of the artifacts I allow Gus to have independently regarding whether or not his opponent also has any supportive gear is the looking glass earring he got after he defeated Adrian. The magical amplifier allows Gus to further concentrate his raw power into specific abilities he has a hard time pulling on his own and even enhancing them in the process, growing more powerful.

Gus and Willow are best friends. Gus wanted to battle his friends in the finals though both Luz and Amity beat him to the race so he requested for both Hunter and Willow to battle him outside of the tournament. Willow was not really confident about this battle as while she respects Gus, she used to protect him for the longest time and now she feels kind of bad to have to duel with him, but Gus reassures her it's alright. After all, he knows what he's about and he can survive (Hunter wouldn't entirely agree with it) so Willow respected Gus's wishes. There is no bad blood, just a friendly duel, it will be alright! Hopefully

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[z3llous]

The Enemy of My Enemy is My Lover 5

Tags: @cloudcountry @ashengrottosangel @ghost-mint

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 (here)

Twst masterlist

After days of careful planning, much to Floyd’s dismay, and tracking couple’s movements the time for their first move came. Operation Get Shit had begun! It’s was Floyd’s turn to pick the name…

Jade sat quietly behind a bush with a pair of binoculars and watched the two laugh and drink wine in the restaurant across from him as Floyd groaned in boredom beside him. Floyd may not have been pleased to be on the spy team, but at least he was in charge of the distraction if it became necessary to buy time.

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_ fiddled the two paper clips jammed into the lock carefully as Azul stood anxiously behind them. Azul was surprised _ knew how to pick a lock, but he refused to admit to even himself that he found it rather attractive.

The lock had begun to turn and just like that the door was open. _ calmly stood up, stretched, and slid the deformed paperclips back into their pocket.

“Well done, I hadn’t doubted you for a moment.” Azul said adjusting his tie.

“Sure, I definitely believe that.” _ joked and opened the door.

Once inside they _ began to search for and grab their things, and hand them to Azul so he could take them to the car nearby.

Floorboards creeked underfoot as they moved in the darkness

Sprinkles hadn’t been spotted yet, but it wasn’t surprising since they were known to hide when _ wasn’t around.

Once everything of theirs downstairs had been gathered, Azul decided to speak cat in hopes of drawing Sprinkles out of hiding.

“Your person is here for you!” Azul meowed loudly and waited for a response.

“Up here! I stuck!” A muffled yowl came from upstairs.

He carefully walked up the stairs toward the origin of the sound with _ right behind him. Their breathe tickled the back of his neck, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

“Here!” another muffled mew came from the back bedroom.

The room was a mess, clothes strewn across the floor, empty pizza boxes and bottles, the faint stench of sex lingering in the air, and a cloth covering a box for a nightstand.

A soft meow came from the makeshift night stand.

_ lifted the blanket to reveal a metal cage with a shaking Sprinkles inside.

“Parent!” Sprinkles cried upon seeing a safe familiar face once again.

They picked the lock with haste, deeply thankful for learning such a skill.

_ picked up their beloved cat and held them close feeling the soft fur between their fingers.

“Thank! Thank!” Sprinkles meowed as they happily nuzzled into their owner’s neck.

A soft smile spread across Azul’s face as he watched the happy reunion.

“Sprinkles has always had separation anxiety, since they were abandoned by their previous owner. They never liked Cassian, but Cassian always insisted that they would eventualy grow to like him.” _ whispered petting Sprinkles, before turning around to face Azul with a teary eyed smile, moonlight peaking from window highlighted their face. “Thank you. I know you agreed to help for selfish reasons, but that doesn’t matter right now. Thank you, I might’ve never gotten them back without your help.”

They look angelic

A warmth covered his face and filled his chest. Azul looked away and adjusted his glasses. “It was nothing, you’re welcome.” He said with a slight waver as he willed his confidence to return to him.

I refuse to have regrets this time

Azul forced his gaze back to their glowing face and smiled a genuine, albeit flustered, smile.

_’s heart skipped a beat from the rare and beautiful sight.

A beep came from Azul’s pocket, he pulled out his phone.”We need to leave soon, They’re paying for the bill as we speak.” He frowned. A shame the sweet moment came to an end.

“Buy us a few more minutes, to make sure we got everything.” Azul texted back to Jade in the group chat.

That private texting app, had come in quite handy. There wasn’t single messaging app more secure from prying eyes in existence. Once something was deleted from a chat, it was gone for good. He’s was glad he made that deal with Idia last year.

Ball Master: so booooooooooring and grooooooooss watching them make googly eyes at eachother ◔_◔ Mountain Lover: They’re paying the bill. Azul The Manager: Buy us a few more minutes, To make sure we got everything. Ball Master: FINALLY CHAOS TIME!!! Mountain Lover: Indeed.

Azul put his phone away and followed _ to the car.

Mission Get Shit was a success.

Hmmm wonder what Azul could regret?

[williamkisser]

HELLO ^^ !!!! MAY I REQUEST GN READER TRYING TO FLIRT WITH KEVIN USING HIS LASSO (LIKE.. RANDOMLY STEALING IT THEN TRYING TO LASSO HIM AND FLIRT) BUT FAILING MISERABLY HEHE

♡— Flirting with the Cowboy

♡— thank you for requesting anon! I’m sorry it took some time but when i was in the middle of writing this fic i decided i don’t like it and started from scratch ☠️ anyways

♡— Warnings: g/n reader, unrealistic usage of the lasso, word count 1300

♡— Kevin Ayuso felt just like a fish in water during the manor’s games! The trill of rescuing others, dealing with the bad guys… surely, it was far from the real thing back in America, and to be sincere, it did feel faux, but a man’s got to appreciate what he has. And not like it matters either way - sooner or later he will be destined to forget his past anyway. This is the real world these days.

♡— The cowboy’s skill and experience from his past endeavors in the wild brought him much respect in the Manor. His moves were smooth enough to keep the hunters distracted through the entire match. Oh, how much the praise has boosted his ego up.

♡— Kevin was someone very trustable judging by his cleverness, but he wasn’t calling himself the cowboy for nothing. Never you’d see him without his signature lasso, pretty sure he even sleeps with it under hidden under the pillow. And during the games? A menace to hunters, a blessing to survivors.

♡— Additionally, when nothing serious or important was going on, he would to show off near everyone, specifically the prettiest manor residents. Can you blame him though? He’s such a flirt, and Oletus is filled with beautiful men and women… it’s just natural.

♡— Kevin also loves doing lasso tricks. The thing is, sometimes he can be too proud, embarrassing himself by some stupid, silly mistake. Quite shocking to see him still walking on both legs and owning a full set of teeth after he once shattered a few of Vera’s perfume bottles while trying to lasso her for jokes. But that’s nothing. Once he got so drunk he attempted to lasso Naib. No need to say what happened later.

♡— You once ended up on the team together with him for one of the matches. This fact solely made you feel slightly safer, but you quickly realized the hunter was feeling friendly today, seeing Antonio’s demonic juggling the balls Mike kept throwing at him. Kevin, seeing this, wanted to instantly join. He specifically told you to watch the old cowboy in action. He was lassoing the circus balls effortlessly, or at least it seemed so.

♡— In the middle of doing his silly trick, he turned his head back to you, giving you a wink and a smile that would make many people fall to their knees. Bad move. He lost the control over his lasso and accidentally threw one of the balls straight towards your forehead. It hurt like hell. If you were fully conscious, you would probably be angry at him and slap his cheek, later soothing it with a kiss to tease him back, but right now you were far too overwhelmed to bring yourself to any rational thought. Either way, he would get a scolding from Emily for giving her yet another unnecessary responsibility even after a friendly match. That Kevin…

♡— Needles to say, while his romantic efforts are appreciated (by some), you forgave him, but it should be best if he left the entertainment activities to the Hullaballoo performers. Kevin’s lasso fail however quickly led you to a great idea. What if you treat him with the taste of his own medicine? Lassoing him seemed like a big challenge, but it was worth it. You just couldn’t stop imagining him being tied up, feeling confused and shocked. The real issue though would be obtaining his lasso. He always has it near him.

♡— Well, the best idea is to probably await yet another friendly match. While Miss Nightingale never looked too pleased when finding out that the game didn’t proceed properly, but those matches definitely lifted up everyone, so she proceeds to not bat an eye too often.

♡— Another key issue is that you must be paired with Kevin if you actually want it to actually happen, which would it harder for you to focus during serious matches, knowing you’re in a team with the handsome cowboy you’ve been having the hots for lately. And Kevin quickly picked up on what’s going on after a while. You two certainly kept matching together more often than you usually should.

♡— That was the end of you, as he started to tease you more often. He’d run to you from the opposite corner of the map to decode the cipher machine together with you (which you’ve already decoded up to 80% by yourself, by the way). The shit eating grin he’d have while carrying you to safety from the hunter. Oh Lord.

♡— So when you two finally find yourself in a friendly match, you’re already overly ecstatic. Well, friendly… sort of. At least it began like this. The Joker must have felt very moody or mischievous today, as after playing with other survivors, he began terror shocking them, taking advantage of them letting their guards down. Thankfully, you were that one person doing the job and decoding all of the ciphers, meaning you were safe for now. Out of all chaired ones, ironically, Kevin was the closest one to you. You knew that if you decided to save someone else, you wouldn’t save them on time anyway. Well, here goes nothing…

♡— While you sneakily ran towards the cowboy’s chair location, you instantly spotted his lasso, laying abandoned in the tall grass, which gave you an amazing idea. Meanwhile, Kevin had no idea that you were near, assuming you ran after the dungeon. That’s when he felt something tightly wrapping around him. His own lasso. You lassoed Kevin near you and delivered the cheesiest pick-up line known to mankind after rescuing him. He’s never going to let it go now.

♡— When you two went through the exit gate, Kevin stopped you by holding your hand and smirked widely, saying that if you’re so eager to learn his ways, he may give you private lasso using classes. It’s hard to tell if it was you or him who felt more embarrassed that day.

♡— The next day, you’d hear a knock on your door. After opening them, you saw no one, however after looking down, you noticed nothing else but Kevin’s lasso. Looks like he has some spare ones after all. This would lead to a small teasing war between you, much to everyone else’s horror. He would lasso you in the most unexpected time, making you yelp, and you’d lasso the thing he is holding out of his hands.

♡— This would go on for a little over a week, until one day you felt too confident over the control of your new lasso. It was already dark - only the moon and the wax candles were bringing light into the big dining room. Kevin was talking with Jose, with whom he got along well with. When the officer left, you decided it’s the right time to take the cowboy by surprise. You prepared the lasso, aiming at him precisely, but suddenly at the same time while you striked, something loud could be heard from the corridor. Later on, it turned out someone just accidentally shattered their plate on the floor, but currently, you got so shocked you accidentally lassoed yourself.

♡— Funny thing is, Kevin knew you were there, he just acted like he didn’t, therefore he wasn’t startled at all. So when you finally revealed yourself unwillingly, he showed you that smile you hated and loved so much at the same time and kneeled next to you, almost paralyzed from the embarrassment you felt.

♡— „Well, does it mean the good ol’ cowboy won our little lasso war, honey?”

♡— That’s how you shortly after found yourself in his arms, except he decided to take revenge for your attack on him, jokingly wrapping the lasso around your waist along your hands, meaning you could only ineffectively kick your legs at his stomach. After that, he didn’t utter a single word, carrying you all tied up to his room.

[sitepathos]

141 Boys + Alejandro + Konig x Male Hogwarts Student Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Disclaimer : before we go any further, keep in mind this is my very first post on Tumblr. At first, I was just thinking about asking another user to write this, but I fell in love with the idea so much that it kept buzzing around in my head and now here we are.

Context: a group of pro-Muggle witches and wizards were able to get the Ministry of Magic to approve a program that would open up more to the outside world and start building a relationship with its people. You, being a Muggle-born, were asked to be the first “envoy” of this new program, seeing how Muggles would react to the Wizarding World and if mutual trust could be established. But, since the Ministry is run by a bag of dicks, they decided that you would be sent to the military, hoping this program would die in its infancy. After some debating behind closed doors, representatives from the Ministry and the SAS decided you would be trusted to Task Force 141.

Price

This man is less concerned about you being a wizard and more about you being a minor. “No, I don’t care if he’s almost eighteen, he shouldn’t be here!”

Was almost ready to throat punch Shepherd when Laswell stopped him and he reluctantly agreed to keep you on base.

Of course, when you showed off your magic for the first time, he was amazed for sure. And if you’re a skilled potioneer, he appreciates you brewing dozens of Wiggenweld Potions for the team. “Those potions are great! They work like… well, magic!”

Also, if you could use your potion making skills to mix up a drink for him, he’d really appreciate it. Being in the military, he has to forgo all comfort and luxury, but this man DESERVES a good drink on a regular basis! He’s in charge of one of the world’s most deadly fighting forces and is constantly dealing with terrorists and death everyday, so I’d say he should get a bottle of the good stuff. Low key would let you share a drink with him in his office if you do.

He also appreciates you casting the Bandaging Charm whenever they get hurt. As much as he hates you being in the field, he has to admit you make an effective field medic.

He’ll also ask your help in recon if you’re an Animagus. As a bird, you can be outfitted with a camera and get a literal bird’s eye view of the AO and as a cat/dog, you can go right up to the enemy and distract them. As they’re scratching your fluffy belly, Ghost will knife them.

And if you can turn into a cat, he may or may not ask you to sit on his lap while he sits in his office chair. Whenever a rookie is brought in for insubordination, he loves to do the Dr. Evil chair spin and freak them out. He’s very stressed out from all these missions and needs some comic relief! Plus, he loves to scratch you behind the ear and you love it too.

He also scares the rookies that if they don’t listen, you’ll turn them into a frog or something. Of course, you never tell him you can actually do that. Don’t want to give him any ideas.

Will also appreciate your help in interrogations. Give the perp some Veritaserum and the interrogation is over in like 5 minutes. Low key, though, Ghost is a bit pissed because they always let him conduct the interrogations, and now they can just get all their questions answered because of some juice you made.

He also makes sure you keep in regular contact with not only Dumbledore, but your parents as well, says that he’d be worried if his (minor) son was placed in the hands of the military. “They worry about you and I’m sure they just want to make sure you’re alright, son.” Low key goes behind you back and arranges for regular meetings (tea times) with both your parents and Dumbledore to discuss how you’re keeping up with your studies and assuring them that he’s keeping a close eye on you and making sure you take care of yourself. After a while, he comes to see you as another member son of Task Force 141.

Gaz

Look, he freaks out a bit when you show off your magic for the first time, and you understand. The first time you did magic, you accidentally levitated the family dog. Thankfully, you were inside at the time, so Fido just hit the roof.

For a while, things were awkward between you, but after you bandaged him up after a sparring session, he started to open up to you.

Meaning, he began asking you all sorts of questions about the Wizarding World to see if any of the fairytales he was told as a kid were real.

“You don’t really fly on broomsticks, right? I mean, that’s just ridiculous.” “Well…”

As soon as you roll up on you Nimbus 2000, this man WILL ask for a ride, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and you cave almost immediately. During his first ride, he was TERRIFIED; I mean, he’s a hundred feet up in the air sitting on a flimsy piece of wood, of course he’d be scared and holding on to you tightly.

But, after that first ride, he’ll beg you for a ride every time you both have free time. He’s flown in dozens of helicopters in his life, but feeling the wind against his skin and maneuvering around the way you do gives him a thrill unlike any other. Seriously, as soon as he gets back from a mission, he’ll go straight to you and beg to go out flying with you. Doesn’t matter if it was a week long mission and he’s had to go without food and sleep for most of that time, the thought of flying with you on your broomstick was enough to keep him going.

He also loves it when you teach him all that you learned in History of Magic; unlike Professor Binns, you do everything you can to make your lessons interesting. You use magic, you act out certain events, you even give him chocolate frogs when he passes you pop quizzes. PS: please give this man magic sweets, he always gives the biggest grin when he sees you walking towards him while holding candy. He likes chocolate frogs the best since he’s building his collection of cards. (He just needs a Dumbledore card…)

He also loves to hear about your time at Hogwarts. This man wants to know everything that happened to you, from the Sorting Ceremony to when you were made the first Muggle Envoy. He also doesn’t understand why House Slytherin hasn’t been disbanded. “I understand not every Slytherin is bad, but most of the worst wizards have come from that house! And its founder kept a giant snake around to kill anyone not a pureblood!”

He thinks you being an Animagus is amazing and if you turn into a bird, he’s both astounded and jealous. “I want to fly in the sky as a bird, too…” and if you’re a cat, well… “I heard all cats love curling up in a box. As a cat, do you have those feelings, too?” “…Yes.” So, best boi Gaz shows up to your quarters with a large cardboard box with multiple blankets and you instantly take to it. Like, you forget all about your bed and sleep as a cat in that box. And you don’t know it, but he one time came into your room to ask you to go flying when he saw you curled up in the box (and in human form, no less!) and his heart melted at the sight. He also took several pictures which he then proceeded to drop in the 141 Group Chat. Needless to say, they were quickly printed out and is the highest kept secret from you (hell, even Laswell is in on it).

In conclusion, Gaz would be very welcoming to you in the beginning, but in all honesty, probably not as much as Soap.

Ghost

Look, when you met Ghost for the first time, you were scared out of your mind and 95% sure he was a Death Eater sent to kill you and ruin this program. But, after a few days, you figured out that he was just a Muggle and you relaxed a little bit. Still, you kept your distance as this 6’2” man still scared the hell out of you.

When Price told them that a wizard was joining the 141, he thought the man finally lost it after postponing a well deserved vacation for far too long. But, after seeing you cast a spell when you first joined the team, he quickly ripped up the anonymous note he wrote to Laswell to force the Captain to take a vacation.

When you started talking to him about the Wizarding World, he quickly took an interest in magical creatures. Look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn’t be fawning over a Thestral! That’s actually how you bonded with him— when he saw you caring for one, he asked about it and when he learned that they’re only visible to those who’ve seen death and are misunderstood to be a bad omen. He feels for the beast and offers to help you feed it when you’re ever unavailable.

Like Price, he hates you being in the field, but definitely sees the advantages to having a skilled wizard with them. He will, however, insist you stay behind them, casting healing and support spells. During one mission, all hostile were thought to have been killed, but one that remained tried to shoot him in the back, you quickly cast Protego to shield him and followed up with Petrificus Totalus. No matter what Soap says, he DID NOT have heart eyes when you did that.

As odd an experience as it is, he loves to Apparate from place to place. A helo attracts too much attention and riding a broomstick is just silly to him (look, he’s a 6’ 2” killing machine made of pure muscle and whose name strikes fear into the most hardened terrorist on the planet; him being on a broomstick ruins his streetcred!). Being able to appear anywhere out of thin air poses a strategic advantage, it bypasses all

He also takes interest in your Defense of the Dark Arts lessons. He’ll watch you practice offensive spells all day long, praising you every time you destroy a target. He also teaches you to handle a firearm and how to throw a knife. Sure, you can use magic, but use magic, but you its always good to know other skills. He really wanted to just spend some more time with you and teach you what he knows.

Will definitely help you practice your defensive spells if you ask him, but he’s very nervous as he fires rubber bullets at you. As much as he tries to argue with you, you’re persistent and finally does what you ask him. But if you’re ever hit by one, that’s an end to practice for the day and he’s dragging you to the infirmary.

Also, as much as he denies it, he loves it when you turn into your Animagus form. If you turn into a bird, he offers his arm as a perch when you return from stretching your wings; if you turn into a dog, we will give you the best belly rubs; and if you turn into a cat, we will hold you and scratch your ears. And he’ll do it anywhere, even during a mission briefing! Also, he gets very jealous when you’re held by anyone else and will fight to the death when someone tries to take you away from him. “Lt, it’s my turn to hold him!” “Negative, Sergeant.” He then proceeds to scratch your ears as he looks Soap right in the eye.

While not an alcoholic beverage, he loves butterbeer and always loves it when you bring back a keg from the Wizarding World. After a successful mission, you brought them to the Three Broomsticks for a fresh mug of butterbeer. He knows you had to jump through a lot of hoops to get this trip approved and appreciates you arranging for this. It’s here that he realizes that not everyone in your world is like you; some uppity witch mocks you for bringing them here and leaves as she calls you a “Mudblood,” which you later explain is a derogatory term used to make people like you feel less than them. Well, Ghost being Ghost, he slips out to teach that witch that being whether your pedigree means nothing when your fingers are broken and you can’t hold a wand, you’re weaker than a Muggle since you depend on you magic for everything, leaving you vulnerable. “Ghost, where’d you go?” “Just needed to take a break.”

He loves to harass you with terrible puns as he learns more of you world. “Wanna hear a joke?” “Ghost, please don’t.” “If a wizard gets robbed by a Muggle, has he been Muggled?” “What do you call a postman who can speak to packages? A parcel tongue.” Or the worst of them, “How does the head of Gryffindor see when swimming? She uses McGonagoggles.”

After a while, he finally trusts you enough to tell you some of his darkest secrets. What really hits you the most is what happened in the US-Mexico border with Roba, and how he was buried alive with a rotten corpse and forced to dig himself out with said corpse’s jawbone. After he finished his story, you offered to use the Memory Charm to make him forget, and for a brief moment, he genuinely wanted to say yes. The thought of being able to forget that horrible memory and never dream of it was enough to bring tears to his eyes (which he thought was no longer possible), but in the end, he said he appreciated the offer, but by forgetting what happened, he’d be losing a piece of himself that made him him.

You become a part of his team, and when you do, he’ll kill and die for you, just as he would for any other member of his team. Eventually, he gives you the nickname “Merlin,” and soon everyone starts calling you that and you’re honored to have a nickname after one of the most accomplished wizards.

Soap

While his team lost their collective minds when they first met you, Soap tripped the mightiest of balls and turned into a literal child when you demonstrated your magic. Also, the moment you tell them Hogwarts is located in Scotland, he turns very smug and brags about his homeland being the superior place on Earth. Of course, you eventually explained that there are magic schools all over the world, which broke his heart, but he quickly got over it when you explained Hogwarts’ very distinguished history.

You think I’m joking when I say everything you do amazes this man, but I’m not. After you showed up on your broomstick and gave Gaz a ride on it, he practically ripped the poor man off it and called dibs for the next ride; you show him a few Transfiguration spells, and he’ll ask you to turn everything on base into something else (Price had to step in when he had you turn his favorite hat into a goose and you two had to chase it down);you pull out a caldran and start brewing potions, he will sit and watch you every step of the way (and if you ever brew a potion of fire-breathing, he’ll beg you to let him drink it, he so wants to chase Gaz, pretending to be a dragon).

And speaking of dragons, he made a joke about dragons being fake and when he saw you not laughing, he instantly knew they were real and instantly starting begging you to take him to see one. Of course you told him that dragons are dangerous creatures and are kept far from society, he gave you the biggest put possible and of course you caved and reached out to a friend who worked at the Romanian Dragon Reserve, who was able to sneak you in. As soon as he saw the Common Welsh Green, he acted like a kid who finally got to Disney World and when you got back, he thanked you profusely and you two started hanging out every day.

This dude dedicates almost half his journal to you, writing down everything he learns about you, Hogwarts, and the Wizarding World at large. He’ll also draw picture after picture after picture; he’ll draw you, your wand, you casting spells, your house crest, etc. He also jots down his thoughts about your and your world and questions to ask you later. Ex: ask Y/N to cast Windgardium Leviosa on me while riding the mop used for latrine duty. Note to self: do it where the Captain/Lt can’t find me.

If you’re an Animagus, he absolutely loses his mind. If you turn into a cat, he thinks you’re a regular cat that wandered onto the base and is playing with you. “You want the pen? You want the pen? Go get it— Steamin’ Jesus, Y/N!” “Soap.” “Can we never—“ “Yes, we’ll never mention this again.” “Can I have my pen back?” “No, this is mine, now.” If you turn into a dog, he asks you to turn so he has a dog to pet. He strikes me as the kid whose best friend was a dog and after the dog died, a piece of him did as well, and petting you as in dog form reminds him of better days. Unfortunately, he tends to do this often, especially during mission briefings. “Johnny, Y/N needs to turn back, we’re having a serious mission briefing.” “I can brief him later, right now, he needs bell scratches.” And if you’re a bird, he asks to outfit you with a camera and has you fly over the AO and get much better intel without alerting the enemy they’re being spied on. And like Ghost, he offers his arm as a perch, but unlike the Lt, he keeps bags of popcorn in his bag and hand feeds it to you after returning to him.

Merlin help you once he discovers you can cast spells like Confringo and Bombarda. Soap will demand you cast said spells on the training field and wants to compete to see who can destroy the most targets (these contests can go on for hours and only ends when Price comes to rescue you). Of course, as much as he hates you being on the field, he asks Price to allow you to help in breaching fortified bases and destroy weapons caches and escape vehicles. He revels in the destructive power you bring to the team and loves to watch you work. “Fookin’ beautiful, Merlin!” “Johnny, we’re being shot at, eyes on the targets!”

Once this man finds out about Quidditch, there goes all your free time. Seriously, once you tell him that there’s a sport where you fly around on broomsticks and try to knock each other off by throwing balls at frightening speeds, that’s all he can think about for days. You tell him all about the history of the game, its rules, and the many famous players that have ver been on the pitch, and as you do all that, this man begins to yearn about actually watching a game.

Fortunately, he gets his wish— in an effort to garner more good publicity, Fudge extends an invitation to you and “the Muggles you’ve been assigned to” to attend the Quidditch World Cup and view it from his private box. Of course, Soap begged Price to allow them to attend and after clearing it with Laswell, all of you attended the most anticipated Quidditch event of the season. And when it was revealed that the Scottish National Quidditch Team was competing, he went flat out ape shit, shouting all sorts of Scottish chants and curses you have yet to decipher.

Of course, many in the Minister’s Box found him annoying and threatened to surge him, you were quick to Transfigure many of them into slugs when everyone was distracted whenever a team scored a point. Of course, Ghost would be the one to catch you. “Bein’ risky, are we?” “No one threatens Soap and gets away with it on my watch.” “Good boy.”

At the end of the day, he’s probably the first friend you’ll make in this scenario. While others are cautious, this man is running up to you and begging you to do magic for him every time you see one another.

Alejandro

The leader of the Los Vaqueros was shocked to see a real wizard before him and had reservations about a minor being allowed in the military, but after seeing you had nothing but the best of intentions being here, he quickly put aside his fears and welcomed you with open arms. Also, Rudy saw how much fun Gaz and Soap were having and wanted to join in, and who is he to disappoint his brother?

After he described the destruction El Sin Nombre, Hassan, and Shadow Company brought to his hometown, you offered to help rebuild. To say he was touched would be an understatement and he accepted the help. He expected you to just help clean up the rubble Graves and his tank made, but when he saw you cast Repairo and the buildings started repairing themselves, he was blown away. In less than half a day, all of Las Almos looked like nothing at all happened. “Ay dios mio… The whole city… it’s been fixed…” let’s just say that after that, you became an honorary member of the Cowboys and had a place in Las Almos whenever you needed it.

He’s very interested in your demonstrations of charms. He especially liked hearing about Wendelin the Weird and how she liked being ticked by the charmed fire so much she allowed herself to be captured multiple times. “Wait, she let herself be captured how many times, hermano?” “Forty-seven times!” “That’s crazy!”

In exchange for teaching him Wizarding World slang, he teaches you to speak Spanish. As well as some very creative swears that he knows Price wouldn’t like (which is why he does it). “Who taught Y/N to say that?!” “No idea, Capitan, might want to ask Gaz. That baby face of his seems like the perfect ruse, yeah?”

He appreciates all the Wiggenweld Potions you brew for him to take back to his men. While the cartels and Shadow Company have been driven out of Los Almos, Valeria is still out there and leading what’s left of her men, trying to rebuild her empire. He’s devote every last resource he has to capturing her, which leads to many injuries. Unfortunately, he can’t always get medical supplies, so that’s where you come in. Whenever you Apparate in their base with crates full of healing potions, you’re heralded as a hero by his men.

You two also bond over music from the Wizarding World. While he loves to listen to the Weird Sisters with his men, when it’s just him, Rudy, and you, he loves to listen to Celestine Warbeck. Once, when he was drunk, he began singing You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me and said that it reminded him of you. The morning after, you and Rudy decided to keep his little performance a secret from him, his men, and the 141, agreeing to take it to your graves.

Like the rest of the men on this list, he absolutely loses it when he sees your an Animagus. “Hermano, why did you not tell me you can do this?” He strikes me as the kid who always wanted a pet, but his parents weren’t able to afford one and there’s been a void only a pet can fill ever since. Sure, he could’ve adopted a dog after he moved out and joined the Mexican Army, but he’s been bust fighting drug lords for years, so he hasn’t had the time to. And here you come in, able to turn into a dog (of course he’d love it if you turned into a cat or bird, but what he really wants is a dog)! “Hey, hermano, do you think you can… you know?” “Of course.” Look, we all know that there’s a spot behind a dog’s ear that makes him thump his leg like crazy, but this man knows how to hit that spot on the FIRST TIME, EVERY TIME! And he does it with just right that you think your leg will never stop thumping. Rudy’s walked in on the two of you many times, and not only keeps quiet about it, but tells the rest of Los Vaqueros to not disturb their hermano. “He’s earned some time to himself.”

You also volunteer your services to help track down Valeria, which puts a smile on his face brighter than Lumos Maxima you’ve ever cast. “Time to go scorpion hunting, my brother!” While you weren’t well versed in Divination, you were able to spy on her men while in Animagus form and any that get captured are given your Veritaserum, making them spill their guts and tell you where her new base is. From there, it’s just getting the layout of the base, which you are able to provide, and that night, both 141 and Los Vaqueros raid the base that night, which ends with no casualties and Valeria’s capture. “We celebrate, my brothers! And we welcome a new member to Los Vaqueros!”

As much as he wanted you to pour the Veritaserum down her throat and make her tell him all he wanted to know, he wanted her to suffer, just a fraction of what he’s felt all these years. So, he asks you if you know any methods of torture that won’t kill her, just make her suffer a bit. So, you looked into it and gave him a boggart locked in a chest and told him about the creature’s ability to take the form of what its victim fears most. Seconds after being exposed to her greatest fear, she begged for mercy and told him everything he wanted to know. As she was being dragged away, still in shock of what she saw, he thanked you for the great service you did for Mexico and invited you to celebrate at a bar they rented out for the night.

Behind closed doors, the 141 and Los Vaqueros came this close to a fistfight because Alejandro wanted to take you back to Mexico with them, to which Price responded with a very loud “Hell no!” which resulted in a prolonged argument with everyone in the room. Finally, Laswell was able to calm them down when she told them that if they don’t “calm the fuck down,” you might be recalled and none of them will see you again. The thought of you leaving terrified them and agreed that they would share custody of you and Alejandro and his men would be allowed to visit the base and see you whenever they wanted to.

Konig

Look, when you both first met, you were terrified of one another. You because this man was as big as Hagrid, skilled in weapons, and made the muscle mass to break you like a twig, and he was terrified of you because he thought you could turn him into a toad like many of the witches he was told about as a child. For the first week or two, you both avoided one another like a case of Dragon Pox.

Eventually, you realized that this mountain of a man was 90% social anxiety and he realized that you weren’t planning on turning anyone into a toad or eating anyone (to which you were horrified that someone would think you possible of such a thing). In fact, when you learned he suffered from constant social anxiety, you brewed him a bottle of Calming Drought and after he drank it, he felt his sense of dread vanish for the first time in years. “Thank you, maus!” And from there, he became your shadow, always close behind you. You gave him bottles of Calming Draught on a regular basis to help the poor man and he became one of your closest friends.

If you have a knack for Herbology, he takes interest in it; there’s just something about digging into the dirt and watching your magical plants grow from such tiny seeds that relaxes him, not unlike your Calming Drought. He helps with carrying large bags of fertilizer, watering your plants, repotting Mandrakes, and harvesting herbs for your potions. He also loves hearing you talk about what each plant is and what they’re used for; not only because he finds this new information interesting, but because he finds your voice very soothing.

God, the moment he discovers that you can turn into an Animagus, he instantly takes a Calming Drought because the the thought of hurting you while being so small is enough to make his anxiety hit him like a sack of bricks. At first he asks you not to be near him out of fear he crushes you, but when you curl up in his lap as a dog/cat, he freezes up and is afraid to even move. Then, he finally works up the courage to pet you and when you let out a pant/purr, he instantly forgets his fears and pets you even more. If you’re a bird, you turn his shoulder into a perch and he instantly falls in love with the idea of being your perch and starts walking around the base like that. “Konig, is that Merlin?” “Ja, Leutnant.” “And you don’t think that’s a bit inappropriate?” “Nein, Leutnant.” As he walks away, he feels Ghost glaring daggers his way, and he’s sure it’s not because of what he’s doing, but because the Lieutenant wishes to take his place.

He also loves to watch you practice your spells and broomstick riding. How you wave your wand or move through the air with such grace astounds him and wishes he could do the same.

After a while, he finds spells and potions capable of reducing one’s size and wishes for you to make him smaller. When he tells you that he’s always felt people would like him better and he would be better at his job if he wasn’t so tall. You instantly tell him that’s not true and that you have a friend whose taller than him and everyone loves him. And so, you arrange a tea time with Hagrid and bring Konig, who is blown away by the size of the half-giant. To say he was breathtaking to have to look up to someone was an odd, yet satisfying experience. The two talk about being tall and Hagrid tells him that despite his giant size, he never stops trying to be helpful. By the time tea is served, Konig feels himself more comfortable in his skin and tells you that he no longer wishes to be small.

When Hagrid goes to bring out his infamous rock cakes, you warn Konig about their tough exterior. However, when he takes a bite, he does so without problem. “I don’t understand, Maus, they’re delicious. If you don’t want yours, may I have it?”

You two leave Hagrid’s hut with the promise to bring Konig back for more tea and rock cakes and when you return, he thanks you profusely for helping him become more confident with his height. He tells you that he sees you as the best friend he’s ever had and promises to always help you whenever you need him.

You also share your stash of sweets from Honeyduke’s, which he is happy beyond words. You warn him when he picks up a box of Bertie’s Every Flavor Beans and laugh harder than you ever have before when he spits out an earwax flavored one. It eventually turns into a game of randomly picking a bean and hoping it wasn’t one of the many disgusting flavors. He quickly grew to love Fizzing Whizzbees when he found out sucking on them allowed you to float in the air. Seriously, just imagine him floating in the air and loving every moment of it, it’s hilarious.

He may not have magic, but this man will NEVER allow someone to harm you. Even if it’s another wizard or witch, he’ll pick up that poor fool and break their back over his knee with no regrets.

[kisses-for-you]

Suspicions - Gar Logan

Gar Logan X GN!Reader

Summary: You believe Gar is cheating on you but is he really?

Word Count: 1,789

Recently, you and Gar have been going through a rough patch in your relationship. Miscommunication and unspoken tensions have been building up, creating a distance between you two. Rachel, being a mutual friend of the two of you, unknowingly became a source of comfort for Gar during this time.

Now, you've been getting a gut feeling that something is off. Gar and Rachel have been spending an unusual amount of time together, and you can't shake the feeling that there's more to their interactions than just friendship. Though you try to ignore the nagging doubt, it's hard when whenever you see Gar, he's always with her.

You decide to go to the training room, ready to blow off some steam. Usually, training helps you as you can channel all your anger into improving your skills. You begin to focus on your training routine, trying to push the distracting thoughts aside.

After about an hour, you're done and worn out. You take a quick sip of your water bottle and leave the training room, where you're met with the sight of Gar and Rachel standing close. Like really close. You clear your throat, tears already forming in your eyes.

As their gaze shifts toward you, a sudden silence falls over them, eyes widening in surprise as if they didn't expect to see you there. They exchange wary glances and instinctively take a step back from each other. Both of them start with your name on the tip of their tongues, but you start heading to your room before either of them can even begin with their lies and excuses.

You forcefully yank the door to your room open and storm inside. With a resounding slam, you shut the door, making sure that both of them know just how upset you are. You're grappling with the disbelief that Gar would cheat on you, especially with Rachel. She's supposed to be your best friend for god's sake!

As you press your back against the door, the cool surface being a weird source of comfort, you slide down to the floor. Tears well up in your eyes, a bitter taste forming in your mouth, and you think about all the signs you probably missed. All the looks they've probably shared when you weren't paying attention. How he sits next to you at the table, directly opposite her. How could you be so stupid not to notice before? Or maybe you did but you just didn't want to believe it.

Before you know it, the solid wood seems to vanish beneath your touch. You move away from the door, restlessly pacing by the bed, desperately trying to calm down. The longing for Gar intensifies, your mind racing with thoughts of his comforting presence. Tears stream down your face at the painful realization that Gar, who should be here for you, is the reason you're in this state. It hurts and hot tears roll down your face, your lip quivering.

You fight back nausea as the image of your best friend and your boyfriend lingers. You could genuinely throw up at just the thought. How could they do this to you? The two people you trusted most. Now, they're nothing but just a couple of traitors.

A sudden knock interrupts your thoughts, and you turn to see Gar entering. "Babe, I understand what you think you saw, but I swear, nothing happened," he reassures. Though, you can't tell if the remorse in his voice is because he's genuinely innocent, or because he knows he got caught.

Despite your suspicions, you can't help the way you take a step closer to him, your body gravitating towards his. "Then why were you guys so close? And why were you acting so weird?" you question, knowing damn well he can hear the hurt in your voice.

Gar looks into your eyes, his expression a mix of guilt and sincerity. "I know it looked bad, but Rachel and I were just talking. It's been tough between us, and she's been a good friend through it. You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Y/N. I love you too much and I'd never let anyone else get in the way of that."

Gar's words hang in the air, and you find yourself torn between the desire to believe him and the painful ache in your chest. The sincerity in his eyes makes you hesitate, but the image of them standing so close is etched in your mind. It's hard for you to look past the betrayal you're feeling at this moment. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions.

"I don't know what to think," you say, your voice shaky. "I can't just ignore what I saw, Gar. I don't know if I can trust you right now. I mean, I know I've been distant but seriously?"

Gar reaches out, aching to hold you, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I get it, Y/N. I realise that I've been spending a lot of time with Rachel, and I'm sorry for that. But please, trust me when I say nothing is going on between me and her. I love you, and I hate seeing you hurt like this."

As he reaches out, you instinctively pull back. The conflicting emotions inside you make it difficult to see the truth. "I... can't. I need time," you murmur, avoiding his gaze. "I need to process all of this before I can decide what's true and what isn't."

Gar stands there, a defeated look in his eyes. He slowly nods, understanding that he shouldn't push you further. "I'll give you all the space you need, Y/N. I can wait as long as you need me to. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be right there."

As Gar leaves your room, you're left alone with a whirlwind of emotions. The silence is heavy and you collapse onto your bed, trying to get your mind over the fact your boyfriend might've very well cheated on you with your best friend. However, he also might not have. And that's the hard part. You want to trust him, you want to trust both of them. But should you trust them? Or should you trust what you saw?

Time seems to blur as you replay the scene in your mind, torn between your love for Gar and the betrayal that you just can't seem to shake off. The unanswered questions linger, haunting your thoughts. Did you jump to conclusions too quickly? Was there something going on between Gar and Rachel, or was it all a misunderstanding? The uncertainty gnaws at you, making it impossible to find peace in the comfort of your own room.

Hours pass like an eternity, and a knock on your door startles you once again. Cautiously, you open it to find Rachel standing there, her eyes filled with concern. "Y/N, I know you might not want to see me right now but I need you to know that nothing happened between Gar and me. You're like my sister and I could never bring myself to betray your trust like that," she earnestly explains.

You study her face, searching for any signs that she might be lying to you. The friendship you share with Rachel is precious and the idea of losing that along with your relationship with Gar is overwhelming. "I want to believe you, Rachel, but everything just feels so messed up right now," you admit, your voice trembling.

Rachel nods understandingly, "And I get that. Take the time you need. Just know that I care about you, and I just hope you can believe me." She leaves, once again leaving you with nothing but your thoughts.

The night progresses, and you can only toss and turn in your bed as you attempt to sleep. But it's not going to happen anytime soon. You think back to Rachel and Gar. You know they wouldn't betray your trust like that but it's hard to know what and who to believe.

Morning light filters through your window, and you wake up with a heavy heart. The events of the previous night replay in your mind, and the thoughts of Gar and Rachel linger. You've had enough of this. You know they wouldn't do that to you. Come on, your best friend and your boyfriend? The more you think about it, the more ridiculous the idea becomes. Maybe they are telling the truth after all.

With a determined sigh, you decide it's time to clear the air and get to the bottom of this tangled mess. You freshen up and head towards Gar's room, where you know he'll be. You knock softly on the firm wood of his door and you hear a small "Come in," from inside the room.

Gar looks at you as you enter, his expression a mix of anxiety and hope. You take a deep breath, ready to have a serious conversation. "We need to talk," you say, your voice steadier than yesterday.

Gar stands up, his eyes reflecting regret and longing. "Y/N, please, let me explain."

You chew on your bottom lip, unsure of where to begin. "No, Gar, it's okay. I want to explain," you start, your gaze set on his face. "I've thought about it and I realise that maybe I did jump to conclusions too quickly. I trust you, Gar, and I trust Rachel. I know that you wouldn't do that to me." You can feel a weight lifting off your shoulders as you continue, "I should have trusted you both from the beginning. I let my insecurities get the best of me, and I'm sorry for that."

Gar steps closer, his expression softening. "I understand why you were upset, Y/N. I realise how it looked," Gar admits, sincerity in his eyes. "But I love you, and I never want to give you a reason to doubt that. I'm sorry for not communicating better." Gar reaches out, gently cupping your face.

You lean into his touch, feeling a mix of relief and remorse. "I'm sorry too, Gar. I should have talked to you instead of letting my doubts consume me," you confess, holding onto his hand. "Let's promise to communicate better from now on. No more jumping to conclusions."

Gar smiles, a genuine warmth returning to his eyes. "Agreed. I love you, Y/N, and I never want to see you hurt like that again."

You start to lean in to kiss him, his lips meeting yours halfway. As your lips meet, a sense of reassurance washes over you. After a couple of seconds, you hesitantly break the kiss and you find solace in Gar's eyes. "I love you too, Gar."

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1181: The Return of the Mishimas (SSBU X Tekken X Fire Emblem)

10:45 a.m. Smash Mansion's Outdoor Patio........

Owain: (Sitting on the Grass and Panting Along with his Cousin, Lucina).......FINALLY!......I've never been....more happy.....to reach Break Time.....in my whole....life......(Looks Up at the Sun While Letting Out a Relaxed Sigh Before Getting a Drink of Water From his Bottle)

Lucina: Tell me about it.....I.....almost....forgot how....huge....this town......truly is......(Forms a Small Smile) Still, I can't thank you enough for accompanying me on my workout routine, Owain.

Owain: (Chuckles Lightly) Think nothing of the sort! I'm always happy to spend my morning working up a sweat and muscle gains, with you, my dear cousin.

Lucina: Likewise. (Claps her Hands Before Getting Herself Back Up on her Feet) Okay! Break's over.

Owain: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief) Already? But we JUST sat down!

Lucina: (Starts Wiggling her Finger in a Lecturing Fashion) Now, Owain, can't let our Break-Time distract us from our training sessions too much, no matter how luxurious it truly is. (Takes Oit Something From her Workout Bag) Besides, now that we're out here, I figured it would be the perfect time to start our next portion of the routine. Catch! (Toss Owain his Sword)

Owain: (Let's Out a Gasp as Catches his Sword Successfully) We're having a sparring match?~

Lucina: Indeed we are. (Takes her Sword Out From Inside her Bag) It's been so long since we've clash our blades in any form of fashion, so I figured we make up for old times. (Forms a Bit of s Competitive Smirk on her Face) Though, I do hope your swordsmanship skills hasn't falter during your time at Nohr.

Owain: (Chuckles Some More) Oho come now, cousin. I may have developed into the Darkest of All Mages you see before you......(Whirls and Tosses his Sword Up into the Air For a Brief Second Before Perfectly Catching it by the Handle and Forms a Competitive Smirk and Battle Stance) But my experience with a blade hasn't rusted one bit.

Lucina: Hm. Nice catch. But let's see if you still have what it takes to keep up with me.

Owain: I believe that was my line you used there, cousin. But yes, let us commence on this fine bout! In 3.

Lucina: 2.

Owain: 1.

As they both scream out the word "GO!", the two cousins of Ylisse rushes towards one another with their blades in hand, dodging and clashing with every bit of attacks that comes their reach.

'Door Open'

Mewtwo: (Levitating Himself Out the Door While Talking to his Bestie, Zelda) I fail to see the appeal of this Romeo & Juliette type of stories you and everyone else here has been speaking so fondly of.

Zelda: (Smiles Brightly) Just give it a chance, Mewwy. Once you see and analyze how each scene plays out from start to finish, I'm sure you'll grow to appericate the romance, drama and tragedy it has to offer as much as I....do.......

Zelda suddnly stops walking and widens her eyes up and sparkle as she watches a sophisticated looking young man with short blonde hair, sparring against Lucina, in slower motion.

Zelda: (Suddenlyyyyy!~ Life has a new meaning!~ To meeeeee!~ There's beauty up aboveee~ And things we never take notice of~ You wake up....and suddenly.....You're in Lo-)

Mewtwo: Zelda.

Zelda: (Immediately Gets Startled amd Coming Back to Reality) I WASN'T STARING AND DAYDREAMING AT HIM, I SWEAR!!

Mewtwo: .....I was going to ask you what version of Romeo and Juliette you recommend me to watch first. But I can see that your priorities is elsewhere now.

Zelda: ('Sigh') I'm sorry, Mewwy. My mind went completely sidetracked for a second. (Eyes Starts Sparkling at the Blonde Hair Boy Again) And it's all because of him~ Who is he?

Mewtwo: (Turns his Attention to the Boy in Question) Hm. It seems that's the new Dark Mage Hades mentioned. Odin, I believe is his name.....(Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Or was it Owain?

Zelda: They both sound like lovely names~

Mewtwo: You're crushing on him, aren't you?

Zelda: (Comes Back to Reality Once Again) What!? N-No! Of course not! (Chuckles Very Awkwardly) I-I mean, that would be silly of me! I would never- (Slouches her Upper Down Slightly While Sighing in Defeat) I am not doing a really good job in convincing you otherwise, am I?

Mewtwo: Your attempts were sloppy at best and predictable at worst.

Zelda: (Starts Whining) Mewyyy!~ This is the first time since forever that I'm developing a crush on someone and I'm already lost on what to do! You gotta help me!~

Mewtwo: Calm yourself. I'm sure you'll have a better chance of forming a potential relationship going forward with him if you just talk to him first-

Zelda: ODIN! OWAIN!!!

Owain: Hm? (Stops Sparring for a Secind as He Turns to See a Girl in Pink Happily Waving at him in the Distance)

Zelda: PARDON THE INTRUSION, BUT MY NAME IS PRINCESS ZELDA FRO. HYRULE! I HOPE WE CAN BE FRIENDS GOING FORWARD!!~

Owain: (Stares at Zelda For a Brief Second Before Happily Waving Back at Her) Ah, ahoy there, my fair maiden-(Suddenly and Quickly Dodges Himself Away From his Opponent's Blade While Letting a Terrified (And Somewhat Girlish) Scream)

Lucina: Stay focus, Owain!

Owain: Y-Yes ma'am! Will do, ma'am! (Continues Sparring with his (Slightly) Older Cousin)

Zelda: (Let's Out a Gasp Before Turning Back to Mewtwo) Mewwy, did you hear that?~ (Place her Hands onto her Chest While Putting on a Love Struck Smile on her Face) He called me his FaIr Maiden~

Mewtwo: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Pretty sure that was his way to be proper and polite. You are a princess after all.

Zelda: ('Sigh') True......(Smiles Softly While Blushing) It's still sweet though~ (Let's Out a Cute Giggles)

?????: Aww~ The princess' falling in love already?~ Don't blame you though. He I'd quite the looker and prince charming type~

Zelda: (Turns Around and Gasps at the Sight of....) Reina!~ (Happily Hugs the Short Hared Girl) It's you!~ Happy New Years!~

Reina: (Giggles Softly) Likewise, Zelda-san~ Really great to see you again. (Turns to Mewtwo) Same with you too, Mewwy. (Smiles Sheepishly) You don't....mind me calling you that, do you?

Mewtwo: Zelda's usually the only one allowed to call me that. (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you do so as well, so long as you don't push it.

Reina: (Happily Hugs Mewtwo) Arigatō, Mewwy-Senpai!~

Mewtwo starts blushing in silence.

Zelda: It's been so long since we've last seen you. And Kazuya too now that I think about it.

Reina: (Starts Rubbing The Back of her Head Back and Forth) Yeah, sorry about that. I've been pretty busy for the last three months. Participating in the 8th Tekken Tournament, take part of a world global war against onii-san and the Zaibastu back in our universe......

Mewtwo: (Has his Deadpinned Look on his Face Again) That's explains it.

Reina: Oh! And while that was going on, I took a full powered Devil Gene to the entire body!

Zelda: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock Along with Mewtwo) You did what!?

Mewtwo: That....Couldn't be pleasant.

Reina: Oh no, it wasn't. It was incredibly painful. But luckily, I was still able to survived all of that in the end. (Forms a Bit of a Devious Smirk) As well as making a few VERY interesting discoveries along the way.....(Went Back to Smiling Brightly) Buuuut now that you mentioned onii-chan......

Meanwhile at the Dining Room Hall........

Bowser: You lost ALL of your Devil Gene powers?

Ridley: While you were fighting your own son on a meteorite falling down from space?

Kazuya: To the ends of the Earth, yes. Even with those turns of events combined, they're STILL weren't enough to stop me from fighting-

Ganondorf: You still lost, didn't you?

Kazuya: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah, the mistake actually got the better of me in the end. You know, this new feeling I been having as of late. (Looks Down on the Palm of his Hand) Having pride in someone else.....Not entirely the most bothersome feeling our of the bunch.....(Balling his Fist Up in Anger) Too bad it's going be quickly overshadowed by my UNYIELDING RAGE!!!!

Kazuya angrily bolts himself up from his seat, creating a short shockwave strong enough to push it away and create a small crater on the floor he is now standing on.

Kazuya: (Starts Panting a Bit Before Calming Himself Down Shortly After) ..........Are you guys seeing any horns or wings on me right now?

Everyone at the Table: Nuh-uh/I don't see anything/Nope.

Kazuya: Damnit.

???: Kazuya!

The League of Evil Villains members turn themselves around to see a woman with long, beautiful black hair and a black and white attire, making her way to their table

???: Are you in here, my darling?

Kazuya: (Sighs While Pinching the Bridge of his Nose) Speaking of bothersome.......How goes the tour of the mansion, dear?

Ganondorf/Sephiroth/Pichu: Darling?/Pichu?

Bowser/Ridley: Dear!?

Dark Smaus: ('Gasps')

Hades: (Starts Forming a Long, Diabolical Grin on his Face) Well, I'll be bloody damned! Are we about to witness another bombshell in here today, on this fine morning?~

Sephiroth: (Turns to Kazuya) Mine telling us who this woman is, Kazuya?

Kazuya: ('Sighs in Defeat') This woman is-

???: (Smiles Softly at Former Devilman) It's okay, Kazuya. I got this. (Turns her Attention to the Rest of the Villains Before Bowing Politely to Them) Please excuse my intrusion this morning. My name is Jun Kazama of the Kazama clan. And I....just so happen to be Kazuya's one and only wife.

Everyone: WIFE!!!? (IMMEDIATELY Turns Their Heads Back to Kazuya)

Kazuya: ...............('Clicks Teeth') So! About my fight in space-

Hades: (Let's Out a Very Evil Laugh) OHOHOHOHO NO!~ Don't even think about changing the subject here, lover boy!

Ridley: How the hell someone like you got yourself a wife?

Kazuya: (Snarls at Ridley) ('Hmph') Unlike you, I wasn't an hopeless incel of a punching bag.

Ridley: (Glares at Kazuya) Hey, at least I finally got me a girlfriend after all this time! (Turns to Dark Samus, Smiling and Holding her Hand) And she's very lovely by the way~

Dark Samus' heart begins to melt in genuine happiness as she place her other hand onto her chest.

Kazuya: (Rolls his Eyes) And you're standards must be as low as your intelligence if you consider that THING an actual lady.

Jun: (Glares at her Husband) Kazuya!

Ridley: (Angrily Slams his Hands on the Table While Getting Up From his Seat Along with Dark Samus) YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW, ASSHOLE!

Dark Samus growls at Kazuya as she's about to summon her arm cannon.

Bowser: (Burst Out Laughing) Ahaha man! He got you guys good, not gonna lie!

Kazuya: (Turns to Bowser) I dunno why you're laughing. There's not a day that goes by where you haven't gotten rejected or bitch slapped by the very same princess you tried to kidnap, on a daily basis

Bowser: (Immediately Cease his Laughing and Frowns) W-Why you gotta do me like that, man? I was just laughing.

Ganondorf: ('Sigh') Everyone, please! We are clearly getting off topic here. (Turns to Jun) Now tell us, Jun, how is a sweet and polite woman such as yourself, managed to fall for someone as repulsive as him? (Points Jun to Kazuys, Who is Now Flipping him Off)

Jun: (Giggles Softly) You know, i always ask myself that exact question, even more so now that I've come out hiding. (Smiles Fondly) But then I started to think back about all the moments we shared together, despite how little it was, and how much of a sweetheart he truly was, even if he doesn't show it off at times~

Kazuya: (Notices Everyone in the Table Went Back to Stare at Him) Will you quit staring at me already!? I know how much of a mess I am!!

Jun: (Place her Hands onto Kazuya's Shoulders, Calming Him Down) Calm yourself, my dear. It's true that you're a mess of person, but that cold, rough body of yours hides a lost, scared soul yearning for the chance to grow into becoming something new and better. I know you have what it takes to improve yourself Kazuya, my love, and I will do whatever I can to help and support you every step of the way, as ypur loving wife. (Kisses Kazuya on the Forehead) And I believe a good starting point is for you forming an proper apology to everyone you've wronged and hurt I the past, the first being Jin.

Kazuya: (Scowls and Groans in Annoyance) Are you seriously?

Jun: (Forms a Motherly Glare at Kazuya) Yes, I am. He's our son, Kazuya.

Kazuya: He's a purest definition of a mista-

Kazuya immediately shuts himself up once he sees Jun's glare is now piercing through his inner soul.

Kazuya: I-I mean....('Clears Throat') Yes. He's......our..... son alright. But have you forgotten that HE was the one who started a global war in our world in the first place?

Jun: ('Sigh') I haven't, and I will most certainly have a long talk with him the next time we see each other. But let's not sit here and forget that you and your organization caused just as much, if not, even more damage to our world even before the war even started. And what us this I hear about you celebrating in front of your father's grave?

Kazuya: The man threw off a cliff when I was six and tried to kill me ever since, I'm pretty sure I have every right to celebrate his rightful demise. Besides, didn't you sent Jin away to training with him throughout his teenage years, knowing full well how evil and twisted he is?

Jun: He was the only available family member I could contact at the time! ('Sighs in Defeat') But I realized that it wasn't the best choices I made the over the years........

Kazuya: (Simply Nodded) ('Hmph') As you should be.

Jun: (Starts Pouting at her Husband) Don't give me that! You still have a lot apologizing to do, you know?

Kazuya: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) I know, I know, I'll get around to working on that. (Gets Himself Up From his Seat) But can I at least get some fresh air first? (Notices Everyone in the Table Smirking at Him) Away from these aggravating idiots?

Jun: (Giggles a Bit) Of course. Take your time.

Kazuya: ('Sighs in Relief') Thank you! (Starts Walking Away Before Stopping For a Second Without Turning Back Around) Oh and....Jun?

Jun: Yes?

Kazuya: Thanks.....for believing in me and junk. And...... (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking)......I love you. (Finally Continues his Walk)

Jun: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) I love you too, dear.

Hades: (Smiles Brightly) Love ya too, Kazie!~

Kazuya: (Flips Him abd Everyone Else Without Turning Back) Eat a dick!

Hades: I'll pass, thanks. (Chuckles Evilly) He's way too easy to piss off.

Pichu: (Smiles Brightly) Pi-chu!~

Sephiroth: (Chuckles Lightly) That's right, son. He is purest definition of a "Whipped Man"

Bowser: (Scoffs While Rolling his Eyes) More like punk man if you ask me. Who do he think he is dissing me like that?

Ridley: I mean, he's not wrong. You gotta move on from Peach sooner or later man.

Bowser: NEVER!

Jun: (Politely Bows at League of Villains) I cannot thank you all enough for being friends with my husband after a this time. Or....rather, tolerate his presence for this long. I can tell he caused you trouble along the way.

Ganondorf: ('Sigh') You're not wrong in that assumption, I know. (Smiles a Bit) But I'm glad we got to finally meet you in person.

Ridley: (Smiles Brightly) Same here! Really don't get why you married Kazuya of all people, but i still think you're pretty nice lady all things considered.

Hades: You know.......If you want, you're more than welcome to join our club. The more, the merrier.

Sephiroth: (Nodded in Agree) I agree to this. It could give you more opportunity to watch over him, make sure he doesn't cause too much trouble.

Ganondorf: (Forms an Evil Smirk on his Face) Not like he's gonna do much of anything considering he's now an ordinary man. What do you say, ma'am?

Jun: (Smiles Brightly) I'd be honored to join you all. Thank you so much.

Bonus

Outside of the Mansion.....

Kazuya: (Sitting on the Front Steps While Grumbling to Him) I despise this new year so far.....My Devil Gene powers are gone, I got humbled by my mistake of a son, and my credibility as a villain is decreasing as we speak. ('Sigh') But at least I'm reunited with Jun again. So there's that at least

?????: Onii-Chan!~

Kazuya: ('Groans') What do you......

Kazuya's eyes slowly starts to widened up as he suddenly see Reina in the sky along with a Levitating Mewtwo, carrying cheery Zelda in arms.....While she is in her devil form.

Reina: Fancy seeing you on this fine morning!~ I would love to come down and chat, but I have a princess fly around at the moment.

Zelda: (Happily Waves at Kazuya) See you in a bit, Kazuyaaaaa!!~

As the trio flies off, one of Kazuya's eyes starts to twitch rapidly before screaming out........

Kazuya: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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I warned you, should you open fic requests I’d be coming straight for your inbox with AkkAyan. I’m obsessed with on our way up/the sky full of stars and I wondered if you’d be willing to write something of it we didn’t get to see like their cooking date from chapter 4 or dinner at Akk’s house from chapter 3

tiis do you know i love you dearly

context from my fic on our way up:

The thing is, he and Akk had spent last night doing crimes against the culinary arts (jointly trying to make stir-fried basil pork in the tiny dorm room kitchen in a small disaster that ended in takeout) + The disaster at his dorm had been almost entirely Akk’s fault, and he’ll die on that hill.

so! as requested i took this briefly referenced incident and proceeded to project my personal (lack of) cooking skills on akk for about 1k(?? these things happen) of fluff. this ficlet brought to you by my best friend thaicookbooktv (and my milestone event. i guess)

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"Can I trust you with that?"

Akk glances up from the two eggs he's just started frying to glare at his boyfriend. There's a smug look on Aye's face as he leans against a counter on the other side of the cramped dorm kitchen (and thus within potential grabbing reach) and uses a little bowl to crush up some garlic and peppers (making grabbing probably a bad idea). "I know how to make eggs, Ayan."

"If you say so," Aye tells him, singsong. "I've never once seen you cook."

"That doesn't mean anything." Returning his gaze to the pan, Akk startles to see them more cooked than they should be and hurriedly, awkwardly gets them flipped before Aye gets to pretend it's evidence.

If it'd been anyone else, Akk might have admitted to the truth, which is that he does (sort of) know how to make eggs, and he can grill meat if he's invited to barbecue, but much more is beyond him. He thinks he could be good at it, with time, but he’d never learned to cook much at home, and at school he’d had so much to do that it had always been faster and easier and cheaper to have cafeteria leftovers or something instant. 

But it isn’t anyone else, it’s Aye, and when he’d asked all earnest if they could cook together when he visited, Akk had gritted his teeth and then spent most of last night and the part of the bus ride over that he had decent data on looking up recipes. 

So it’s particularly infuriating that Aye seems to have figured him out right away anyway. Akk scowls down at his eggs. 

“All set over here,” Aye says, then snorts audibly. “What’s that look for? Did the egg insult your parents or something?” 

“Shut up.”

Aye brings his bowl over to Akk’s side of the kitchen and sets it next to the other ingredients on the counter to the right of the stove. He’d only been banished over there in the first place for being distracting; Akk probably should’ve known he’d manage it anyway. 

A moment later, there’s a light breeze against the back of his neck, and Akk jerks against the tickle, barely suppressing a yelp. He’s not actually holding the pan, just his spatula, so the worst that happens to the eggs is them getting slightly jostled, but he aims a blind elbow in the direction of Aye anyway, making contact with his ribs. “Jackass.” 

“Violent authoritarian,” Aye responds, cheerful if slightly strained. “Those look good."

Once the eggs are safely off the heat, Aye hands him a larger pan, shuffling some things around on the little counter once there’s enough space. “Turn the heat up a little higher and put a little oil in there, okay?” 

Akk glances over for the bottle of vegetable oil and grabs it. His recipe-searching had turned up the idea, but Aye isn’t using one, and Akk does not know how much ‘a little’ is. He sighs, sends a sideways look at Aye where he’s putting the egg pan in the sink, and tentatively pours some oil in. 

“More than that.”

Frowning, Akk does as told. When he checks Aye’s reaction, he finds his boyfriend leaning on his hip against the counter and holding the bowl of vegetables again. 

“Were you nervous about this?” Aye asks, tone a too-familiar combination of fond and condescending.

“Why would I be,” says Akk, too quickly. Always too quickly. That’s something Aye’s pointed out before, he should know better. 

“‘Cause you wanted to impress me? I understand.” 

Akk rolls his eyes, keeping his attention on the oil where it’s heating up. “You’re extra annoying today. Is it a special occasion?” 

“Of course it is,” says Aye, tone gone painfully sincere. “My boyfriend came to see me.”

When Akk reacts far too late to keep a smile off his face, Aye pokes his cheek. “I’m happy, too,” he coos. “Now scoot, please. This next part has to happen kind of fast.”

Akk shuffles out of the way, letting Aye move in front and pour his little bowl into the pan, and sends a baleful look at Aye’s back. He’s looking far too cool in this situation; it has to be fixed. 

Decided, Akk moves until he’s right behind his boyfriend, then hooks his chin over his shoulder, looping both arms around his waist, and glances down at the pan. With the bowl poured out, something looks a little suspicious in the garlic-to-chili pepper ratio. “Aye,” Akk says, trying to make sure his breath hits the skin of Aye’s neck over his t-shirt, “Did you put enough spice in?” 

Annoyingly, Aye takes this without much in the way of reaction, only leaning back into Akk’s hold, and doesn’t even flinch. He reaches out for the bowl of meat and says, amused, “The neck is your weakness, not mine, Bigfoot.”

“That’s not an answer."

“Hey, who's the one of us that actually knows how to make it?” 

“I could figure it out,” Akk says mutinously, dropping his face all the way to Aye’s shoulder in defeat and speaking into his skin. It’s not his fault Aye is apparently some kind of cooking expert who’s never needed a recipe in his life. 

Aye laughs, just audible over the suddenly-loud sizzling sound of what Akk assumes is him adding something else to the meat. “I’m sure you could, baby, you’re smart. You just haven’t had much practice.”

“I help at home,” Akk retorts, offended. 

“I know, I know.” Aye’s shoulder moves, presumably stirring, as he continues, “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll cook for you, so long as you always do the dishes.” 

Squeezing Aye’s waist just that bit too hard in retribution, Akk scoffs. “As if. I’ll practice more. I’m not doing your dishes for the rest of our lives.”

The sizzling gets a little louder, and Aye doesn’t respond. Akk blinks, lifts his head, and sees Aye frozen over the stove, one hand out on a bottle of soy sauce and the other not moving a spatula at all. “What?” 

“You said—” Aye starts, sounding awed. “You said ‘the rest of our lives’.”

“Oh.” Akk swallows on the impulse to deny it and just— lets it sit. Hides his face in Aye’s shoulder again and leaves it there, feels his ears heating up. What can he say? They’ve made the joke before, about their pins and wedding rings. It’s stupid, they’re teenagers, they’ve gone too fast, and he meant it, or it wouldn’t’ve slipped out.

Gratifyingly, Aye seems just as unable to speak for a moment. Eventually, he stutters, “I— that— sounds good to me,” and then, “I love you,” and then, “Oh, shit, the pork.” 

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40 and 90 for piarles pls babe, if you fancy it 🥺❤️❤️

oh briony this is WONDERFUL. thank you for this prompt and for indulging my piarles thoughts always.

almost kiss and unexpected virgin!

this, um. got out of hand. and you can partially blame ceci for that, bc she encouraged the continuation about why the unexpected virgin is still a virgin (thanks @carpe-dracon) <3

Charles wins the Australian Grand Prix.

Pierre is P5, and is deservedly pleased with his finish, so Charles isn’t surprised when he sees the message asking which club they’ll hit first. But the teams are all leaving early the next morning to head off to the US, and Charles thinks he’d much rather celebrate his win with a more quiet night.

Charles calls him, and Pierre seems surprised when Charles instead invites him over for a night of movies and room service, but as always, Pierre will celebrate with Charles any way he wants.

What Charles wants most is to finally tell Pierre how he feels, and more than that, he wants to finally show Pierre how he feels.

But Charles isn’t exactly the master of making a move, so he pulls up the browser on his phone and searches “good movie to watch when you want to kiss someone,” and finds plenty of articles clearly directed at teenagers hoping to score their first kiss. He feels silly, but he sees Silver Linings Playbook as one of the suggestions and that has always been on their “to watch” list, so he queues it up and distracts himself by ordering room service for the two of them.

Pierre arrives soon after with a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of carnations, laughing and telling Charles that he thought they were roses but Charles is too surprised by the fact that Pierre brought him flowers to care what kind of flowers they are.

Charles is stuck in his head the entire time they’re eating, and abruptly moves to the bed and tells Pierre he’s ready to start the movie. Pierre isn’t fazed by Charles’ lack of social skills - he never is.

They’re watching the movie and Charles feels just like he did as a teenager on his first movie date. He and Pierre have never shied away from physical affection, but tonight they’re not touching and tonight is clearly different. There is space between them where there normally is none, and Charles can feel the electricity that fills the air in that gap.

“Pierre, why did you bring me flowers?” Charles blurts out, turning to face Pierre.

“To celebrate your win of course,” Pierre smirks back at him.

Charles furrows his brow at the response, and Pierre laughs.

“Okay calamar, are we going to keep pretending we don’t like each other? I think it’s obvious enough, and I am ready to drop the act if you are,” Pierre continues, watching as Charles turns as turns as red as the carnations sitting on the counter of the kitchenette.

Charles swallows and shakes his head, leaning in closer to Pierre in favor of words. Their lips are centimeters apart, and Charles is hoping Pierre will close the distance so that Charles doesn’t have to make the first move after all.

Pierre brings a hand up to Charles’ cheek, sighing and closing his eyes.

“Before we do this, I want to be honest with you,” he says, and Charles freezes. He thought they were being honest with each other. Wasn’t that the whole point?

“I’ve never done this before,” Pierre continues, and for once, Charles can tell that Pierre is the nervous one.

“You have never done what before?” Charles asks, leaning back and raising an eyebrow at Pierre. “Kissed a boy?”

Pierre chuckles, and Charles is pleased to see the tension in his shoulder relax a bit. “No Charlo, I’ve kissed plenty of boys. I’ve never — I’ve never slept with anyone, and I don’t want to assume anything about where this is going but…” he trails off, looking to Charles for a reaction.

Charles blinks once, twice, three times, not processing the information that he just received. Pierre Gasly, playboy of the paddock, has never slept with anyone? That can’t possibly be true. Pierre has always been the first one to make a sex joke, to tease Charles when he blushes at said jokes.

But Charles knows Pierre. He knows Pierre probably better than he knows himself, and he can see that Pierre isn’t lying. He can see the way Pierre is worrying his bottom lip waiting for Charles to respond, and it sends Charles into a protective mode. He settles next to Pierre, his body still turned to face him but no longer leaning in for a kiss. He rests his knee against Pierre and takes his hand, pulling it in close to his chest and looking into Pierre’s eyes.

“Pierre, I would never pressure you into doing anything you are not comfortable with. I am so glad you told me this, and I want you to know that we can take things as slow as you want, okay?” Charles assures him, never breaking their eye contact, watching Pierre relax further with Charles’ words.

Pierre nods, eyes glistening a bit. “I know it is probably a weird time for me to say this since we’re talking about romantic feelings now or whatever, but I love you, Charles. I’m really glad that you are my best friend.”

Charles shakes his head and smiles softly at Pierre. “Non, Pierrot, it is not weird. I love you, too. I have always loved you, and I am not going to stop telling you that just because there are other layers to that now.”

Pierre laughs and leans his head on Charles’ shoulder. Charles might not get the kiss he was hoping for tonight, but he thinks this is infinitely better.

———————————————

Charles keeps his promises - both to never stop telling Pierre that he loves him, and to let Pierre set the pace for everything physical between them.

But he’s also curious about how this happened, about how Pierre had been in multiple years-long relationships before Charles and still never had sex. He isn’t really sure how to bring it up without making things awkward, and he doesn’t want Pierre to feel like he’s shaming him.

But Pierre is so good at everything that is leading up to the sex, and Charles just…doesn’t understand how it never went further, never crossed that line before.

And one day, a few months into their relationship, Pierre is laying his head in Charles’ lap and he tells Charles that he’s ready, that he wants to have sex with Charles, as long as Charles will walk him through it, guide him along the way.

“Pierrot, of course I will. I want us to talk about this though, before we take that step. I want you to be sure that you are ready, and that this is really what you want,” he says, gently running his hand through Pierre’s hair.

He feels Pierre freeze in his lap for a moment and then relax almost instantly - as though this has been a point of contention in his life previously, but that he finally feels like he can trust someone with it. Trust Charles with it.

“I was raised to wait for marriage,” Pierre begins, and Charles heart stutters for a moment. A realization that this is an aspect of Pierre’s faith that he had never thought about, mostly because he assumed that it wasn’t something Pierre would abide by.

He stays silent, still carding his hand through Pierre’s hair, waiting for him to continue.

“I guess it’s the one thing I’ve always held on to. Even after I felt like the church would abandon me when I came out, like God himself would abandon me for being bisexual. And I came to terms with that, for the most part, and I’ve worked through it, but I guess this was the sticking point for me?” Pierre chuckles as he traces circles mindlessly on Charles’ thigh, but Charles can hear a sadness in his voice that gives him away.

“Pierrot, we do not have to do this then, I —“ Charles starts, but Pierre immediately sits up to look at him.

“Charles, I’ve been waiting because it’s you. It has always been you, and I’ve always known it would be you,” he says, holding intense eye contact with Charles.

Charles furrows his brow. “But I thought you said you were waiting for marriage…”

Pierre chuckles again, but this time there is no sadness in his voice. “Yes, that’s mostly what I mean, calamar.”

Charles is still confused, and Pierre is looking at him, waiting for it to sink in.

“I don’t want to like, put pressure on this or anything. But I know you, and you know me. Better than anyone else in this world. And I have always known that it would be you, Charles. The person I marry. That’s why it has never worked out with anyone else.”

Charles is sure that he’s hallucinating, that this is some kind of dream that —

“But even if not," Pierre continues. "Even if we don’t get married, if I’m wrong about this, which I’m sure that I’m not,” he smirks at Charles, “I still want you to be the first person I have sex with. I know that, because I trust you. I trust you with my heart, and I trust you with this. And I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.” 

He puts a hand over Charles’ heart, and Charles realizes that this is real, that Pierre is sitting in front of him, telling him that not only does he want to sleep with him, but that he’s also very certain that he wants to marry him. And Charles wants that too. He wants all of Pierre, he wants everything with Pierre. Love and sex and marriage and life, just like he has wanted Pierre by his side from the moment they met.

So Charles kisses him, and he guides him through it, every step of the way. And Pierre is gentle and kind but also so incredibly good at this, and Charles is sure that he would never get tired of this.

Pierre is right, of course. They get married. Charles never gets tired of any part of life with Pierre.

[fade-and-loathing-in-thedas]

Killian Tabris

"Can I get you a ladder? So you can get off my back!"

Early Life

Born 9:07 Dragon to Cyrion and Adaia Tabris. Many remark that while the boy had his father's looks he carried his mother's spirit. He was a mischievous and curious child and earned a reputation as a proficient pickpocket. Adaia realized early he would benefit from learning to fight, not just to defend himself but as a way to direct his endless energy.

His mother always argued with him that there were good humans in this world. Ones you could trust and rely on. Yet Killian had yet to meet one who could even spare a kind word, let alone one of their numerous coppers. He despised them all. After his mother's death, in 9:25 Dragon, at the hands of Arl Urien's guards over rumours that she was sparking an elven uprising, Killian's distrust and anger towards humans and their nobles only grew.

His father took in his younger cousins, Shianni and Soris, in 9:23 Dragon after the death of their mother. Killian instantly took a shine to the twins, viewing them as the younger siblings he never had. To his father's displeasure, he taught them both how to brawl and use a blade and taught Shianni how to pickpocket.

While his father was wealthier than most in the Alienage, the additional cost of housing and feeding the twins put a strain on their finances, especially after Adaia's death. Killian immediately began contributing to the household when one night he noticed the grimace on his father's face while counting coppers for their groceries.

Killian would occasionally take unskilled labor work on offer, but due to the limited work available for elves and the impact it could have on other elven families in the Alienage he would often pass the work onto other elves. He was a skilled thief and was able to make a comparable income through pickpocketing the wealthier residents of Denerim. He suspected his father was aware but he never questioned where the money Killian brought home came from.

Origin

In 9:30 Dragon Killian's father and the community Elder, Valendrian, arranged for him and Soris to be married to two lovely elven girls from Highever. He didn't understand how they managed to find someone who would be willing to accept the local troublemaker, but he suspected that was why they had to search as far as Highever. His attitude, his propensity for theft, and his skill with a blade was well known by local families and none would be willing to risk their daughters security by marrying her to someone they believed would end up in an early grave like his mother.

He would joke with Soris that while it was his attitude that scared all local families away, it was Soris's looks that made the Elder have to look so far for his bride.

Leading up to his wedding day, Killian joked around with Soris about running away to avoid their weddings. He even suggested they run away to join the Dalish, but in his heart Killian knew he couldn't do that to some poor girl whose only crime was doing what her family asked of her. For all he knew this marriage was all that was keeping her family from destitution. He may be a troublemaker, but he understood responsibility and he had no intention of running from it.

When he met Nessaria, he was shocked to find someone he had much in common with. She had a sharp wit, was startlingly honest, and viewed the arrangement with as much seriousness as he did. She would give as good as she got. He knew in those few minutes of conversation that his father and the Elder had done everything to not only find him a wife but someone who could be a partner.

While the Elder was finishing up the final preparations for the wedding, several human nobles stormed into the Alienage and began accosting and threatening the women. Killian immediately intervened and while he had the ringleader distracted his cousin, Shianni, smashed a bottle over his head and knocked him unconscious. The ringleader turned out to be the Arl's son, Vaughan Kendells, not that Killian cared. He sneered at the remaining humans and told them they should leave before the same or worse happened to them. The Alienage has many places where they could hide a body or three.

The tension in the Alienage quickly dissipated once the humans left. However this didn't last long. Soris noticed a fully armoured stray human hovering near the Vhenadahl. Killian immediately strode over and tried to intimidate the man to leave. He refused but before Killian could follow through on his threats the Elder intervened. The man was a Grey Warden and friend to the Elder and his mother. Killian couldn't help but roll his eyes when the man explained his connection to his mother. He must have been one of those humans she liked to rant about. The so-called good ones.

Relieved there was no immediate threat to his home and people he took his place next to his future, ready to begin his life as a married man. Comforted by the fact his mother found a way to present on the day, even if only through a reminder of her lessons.

But before the wedding ceremony could be completed, Vaughan returned with armed guards. Killian attempted to intervene again, but was knocked unconscious. When he awakens his cousin, his bride, and several other elven women had been taken by the human lord and panic had seized the Alienage.

While everyone argued over what to do, Killian declared he would rescue the women. He would not allow the fate they faced to happen if he could prevent it. With the help of Soris, and Darrian, an elf who worked at the castle, they snuck in through the servants entrance. Killian poisoned the guards and killed Vaughan and all his men. Soris freed the women locked in the lord's private rooms, while Killian helped his cousin, Shianni, who he was too late to do more than grant her vengeance.

They returned to the Alienage safely, but the City guard was close behind. They arrived not 10 minutes after Killian settled his cousin in her room. As he expected they were threatening to raze the Alienage if the culprits weren't handed over, and as expected the Elder did what he could to protect him and Soris. But Killian would not allow his home to face the ire of the guards and the Arl. He stepped forward and took sole responsibility, smiling at the irony that they had all been right. He was going to end up just like his mother.

However before the guards could take him into custody, the Grey Warden invoked the right of conscription. In that instant he turned from a soon to be executed prisoner to a Warden recruit. Though he suspected it was just another type of execution, just a slower one. So, Killian said his goodbyes and left the only home he had ever known.

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11 Ways To Be Happy By Yourself

Being alone need not equate to being lonely, even if you don't have a large social circle or a significant other. Still, learning to be content on your own can be challenging, but it's necessary. We all encounter being alone or alone with our thoughts at some point in our lives, and it's vital to value that time for meditation rather than searching for others to break up the stillness. Here are all the ways you may cherish and recognize time spent alone.

1. A Distraction Free Zone

Spend as much time as possible away from a book, your computer, music, TV, or other distractions. Just spend some time alone; you don't need to meditate. Lay down in a relaxing position, close the blinds if possible, or just gaze out the window. Consider knitting or doing the dishes if this is too dull.

2. Go On A Date With Yourself

Even if you think this is cheesy, think about going on a self-date. Go out to supper or the movies by yourself. Put on some hot clothing and go out clubbing! Make every effort to impress a date. You ought to be astounded by how great you are.

3. Boost Your Endorphins

Exercise can help release endorphins, which can make your brain happier and more receptive to solitude. Getting regular exercise or practicing self-love in private, if you catch our drift, can help. The biggest effect might be made by just stretching or going for a short stroll.

4. Go Out In Nature

11 Ways To Be Happy By Yourself This can be going for a stroll at a nearby park, relaxing in your backyard, or going on a trek. Get in touch with Mother Earth and all of her noises, colors, and smells. Science has shown that spending just 30 minutes in nature each week can lower the chances of depression and high blood pressure.

5. Take Up Space

You don't have to minimize yourself while no one else is present. Take up your entire kitchen and dance around your home. Consider food prepping for the upcoming week as a gift to yourself so you can rest throughout the coming days as opposed to making dinner for yourself every single night.

6. Treat Yourself

11 Ways To Be Happy By Yourself How you treat yourself can be whatever you want it to be. Indulge yourself anyway you see fit, whether it's by preparing a gourmet meal, purchasing a pricey bottle of wine, or attending a Pilates class that makes you feel wonderful.

7. Volunteer Remotely

Volunteering doesn't have to involve seeing people in person, especially in the post-covid era. You could, for instance, use FaceTime or Skype to tutor a student or give to a charity of your choice, a food bank, or both. A really gratifying approach to spend time alone is to perform acts of service.

8. Learn A New Skill

Going outside of your comfort zone to acquire a new skill is a great way to spend alone time, especially if you're not one to be idle or sluggish. Examples include learning to knit, riding a bike for the first time, or reading when you've never really been a book lover.

9. Turn Your Gratitude Into An Activity

In the midst of the daily grind, it's simple to take things for granted. In many instances, you lose sight of how fortunate you actually are, but there is a fix for that. List all the things for which you are spiritually, physically, and emotionally grateful. By reciting this list aloud in front of the mirror, you can further stimulate your mind and body. If you find it useful, you might decide to make this a daily habit.

10. Take A Social Media Break

Despite how amusing it can be, social media is linked to feelings of loneliness and other unfavorable low self-worth. Stop comparing your life to others' and mindlessly scrolling through your page; taking a break from social media for a few days, a month, or a year might make you feel more at peace and connected to your neighborhood.

11. Travel

In some ways, traveling with a companion can be a drag. Even though you may have to compromise and work out a shared itinerary, traveling alone guarantees complete liberty and freedom. If you want to sip margaritas while lying on the beach all day, go ahead! Traveling is a fantastic method to do soul-searching and come to terms with who you are.   Read the full article