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[kurtty-drabbles]

Life is wonderful (a deal is made)

N/A: So, this one will be short, if Zaorva let me(lol) but I will TRY to connect the plotlines here. TRY.

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Dr Corveu has a special mission that requires the X-men´s assistance, of course, not everyone is happy with this decision, recently the public image of the mutants, at the least the X-men, is shifting, some people like start to see them as heroes and Senator Kelly is not happy about it, thankfully, he has no power to change that.

Another point the X-men must plan ahead their steps, they aren´t new to space missions, but, this time they have a different worry to deal. "And...what about our fairy guest?" Hank asked once Scott and Ororo explained how the team will be divided. Betsy, Scott, Rogue and Gambit will go while Hank, Ororo and Bobby will stay.

"About this situation," Ororo states "order her to stay or go is a terrible idea" and no one needs to remember what happened with Jean Grey when she tried that.

"If she wants to, she will go, if she wants to stay...she stays"

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Meanwhile, in Atlantis, Namor held no qualms in fighting and killing the Avengers, well, only the extras as he so kindly labels. Namor does not take kindly that the Avengers dare to attack Atlantis, however, Dagon didn´t let him go directly against the main Avengers.

They belong to IT.

Namor is arrogant but not dumb enough to go against Dagon´s orders, however, Dagon didn´t say anything about correct the Avengers on some assumptions.

"Avengers!" Namor states in his own definition of kindness as another toy of Tony Stark is broken "The ones you seek, Jean Grey, Professor X and Logan are not in Atlantis or in Dagon´s realm...they were devoured by Zaorva. Your quest to avenge only lead to death and destruction...on your part, come back to Atlantis and the pain will be worse" Namor tosses a dead robotic head to IronMan who is out his wits.

Vision is no longer an Avenger and is helping Spectrum, however, Vision did mention to Tony Stark how pointless this mission was and how he would not get what he was hoping for, once again, Vision was right.

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"Oh, your Herald is well behaved" a deep grave voice echoes in the deep blue space where Dagon rules supreme, but, not all the water in this planet can ever help against IT. "I´m almost impressed"

Dagon looks bemused and even offended at IT´s presence. "What do you want? My Herald didn´t kill your precious Avengers...you can leave" Dagon speaks noticing how his space is being morphed by IT´s mere presence.

"So touchy, little fish, all I want is to say hi, is that a way to greet friends?" IT has no form only the darkness that is slowly consuming his space to the point Dagon is having a hard time to distinguish where he begins and where IT ends.

"Oh, little fish, I just want to chat, no need to fear me" his tone is cruel and Dagon can´t ever forget who is the powerful one here. "Zaorva has her own little group and I want to make sure that no fish bothers her"

Dagon narrows his eyes at the nothing staring at him. "If is that what Zaorva wants?"

"Yes, is what she wants and she makes that much clear, little fish, remember on the beach episode? Yes, me too and I don´t want you even looking at Zaorva" Dagon is being engulfed by IT´s darkness "because it would be a damn shame if something happens to Atlantis or your little fish people group, so, little fish behave or else...you will see why Squidboy fear me"

Dagon can only nod hating everything in this situation. How powerless he is and how unfair life can truly be.

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Kitty Pryde has a mission and Zaorva rarely is one to give herself a mission in such a way, but, Life is all about fairness and deals so she must fulfil her end with the Shiars.

("You know who Am I?" Zaorva asked the Queen that nods solemnly "I´m here to say the original host of your god was eaten by me" Lilandra does not dare to speak against Zaorva "for reasons of being annoying, however, I´m also here to said Pheonix will be back, I have found a good host for Pheonix, so, Queen Lilandra prepare the celebration...my younger sister is coming home")

The new students are studying or training their powers or being silly teenagers("Yana there´s more bands than MCR" "But they get me") as their seniors are planning space travel, Kitty did humour Scott saying she wants to go.

("Of course I want to go to Space, but, I have one condition" she did speak and Scott gulps oh so similar to Lilandra. It was cute. "What´s your condition?" "I want to bring another X-men with me" Scott did think for a moment and agree "as long is not a student, I don´t see why not")

Jubilee Lee is outside, in the gardens as she´s playing with her powers crafting big explosions that gave a colourful light and a loud sound, this amuses Jubilee, but, not enough to make her woes go away.

"Jubilee?" Kitty asked sitting next to the American-Chinese woman. "why are you here all alone?" her tone is calm and friendly and the explosions stop. Jubilee puts a fake smile and lets her sunglasses hide her face.

"Just enjoying some "Me" time," Jubilee said and Kitty shakes her head. Many times people told what Kitty could be and how lying is not the best way, but, she does not want to confess her insecurities so easily.

"I see, and your ''Me'' time usually involves high inferiority complex and resentment?" she asked dubiously and Jubilee sighs id futile to lie to her in the end.

"Look, I just think I´m the weakest link here...my powers are pretty useless" Jubilee confessed.

"I disagree. Let me put in this way, who you think is the strongest X-men here?"

You. is what Jubilee wanted to say but Kitty is sure, not human.

"Ororo, Scott and Rogue" is a safer answer.

"True, but, their power alone was not enough. Rouge was defeated by Sabertooth too, Scott has his demons to face and Storm´s powers did attract bad people´s intention" Kitty revealed. "My point is, no one has a useless power, is how you use your power that changes everything"

"Well, is easy for you to say that...but, is it wrong of me to want to be more powerful? Maybe it is"

"No is not, I believe power can show the true nature of people, and I think you´re a good person Jubilee, so, I want to make a deal with you" Jubilee´s eyes are wide. A deal with a fae is dangerous, but, Kitty´s tone is too soothing to be dangerous.

"I can grant you with a new set of powers" Jubilee listen as she notices she is no longer on the garden "the only price it will be sharing the power with my youngest sister"

"Is she a Symbiote? Because I´m not Eddie Brock or any weirdo on the internet" Jubilee says and Kitty laughs shaking her head.

"No, no symbiote" And Kitty stand her hand like a bird made of fire appears on her arm "this is Pheonix and she needs a host to exist"

"If, big IF here, miss Fairy, if I accept this will I still be me?"

"In some cases, Pheonix does take out all the personality of the person, but not in this case...she did that with Jean Grey once, but, you´re far better than Jean Grey that´s why I pick you for this"

Jubilee looks mesmerized by the flame bird. There´s a sense of honour in being the pick to have this bird.

"If, again, big if, I accept this...will it hurt?"

"No, it will be quick and painless, in fact, is quite enjoyable from what I heard from other hosts" and then she adds "we will only do it if you consent...if not I can look for someone else"

Jubilee is thinking and Zaorva answers a silent question. " if you say yes you can kiss the man you love without worrying about exploding"

Now Jubilee is gazing at Kitty. She knows her answer.

"Then, I accept" she closes her eyes thinking something dramatic would happen but nothing.

"Jubilee, the phoenix can´t enter you here. Besides, there´s a celebration waiting for you" and now there are back in the garden. Jubilee has no idea where they were but she knows they are back.

"Be my plus one in this mission, Jubilee?"

Jubilee wonders what just happened, but, deep down something told her to say yes. Without a falter, Jubilee will be going to the mission with Kitty Pryde.

[writing-freak]

Useless pt. 1

Hank McCoy x Reader

A/N: My first series!! Also my first x-men story (coincidence???)! Honestly, I was writing a one-shot, and I got to the end and it was over 11 pages so..... I figured it’d be easier to read split up into a few parts?? Let me know how you like it!

Word Count: 1,844

Masterlist

You loved X-Mansion, and you loved everyone in it. You loved having a place in which you finally belonged, a place that you could call home, people you could call a family. You looked forward to each sunrise, each day filled with classes with the other students, who you had fit in with almost immediately.

You loved all of them, your little family. You loved Jean, with her kind smiles and warm hugs, and Ororo, with her tough shell but soft inside. You loved Scott, who cared for Jean much more than he liked to admit, and Peter, who cared about all of you more than he liked to admit. You loved Kurt, who was kind to everyone, expecting coldness in return, and Jubilee, who was always ready to have fun. You even loved your older friends, like Raven and Hank, who were so much fun to hang out with, each in their separate ways. And you loved Charles, who gave you this amazing opportunity to be a part of something.

But you hated your powers.

You knew you were supposed to accept your gifts, and learn how to embrace them, but you couldn’t help but wish they didn’t exist. While you got to go to classes with the bold and brave X-Men, you knew you could never be one yourself.

It wasn’t that you were jealous; you knew all of the hardships your friends had gone through in the development of their gifts. You didn’t even feel left out; that they were a part of something you weren’t. In all honesty, you felt completely and utterly useless, and every time they went on a mission, all you could do was lie in bed, filled with worry and guilt, guilt that you couldn’t do anything to help them.

“C’mon, y/n,” Jean pleaded. “Try it with us. Just this once.”

You shook your head. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about me. Go, finish your training. I’d only get in your way.”

Jean sighed, knowing already that you wouldn’t give in. Kurt wasn’t so observant.

“I’ll teleport you on top of the enemies, and then you can make them fall asleep,” he said, a hopeful grin on his face. You smiled lightly, appreciative of his attempts to help.

“It’s alright, Kurt. Thanks anyway.” You forced a big smile, and the rest of the group left reluctantly. Kurt’s grin turned into a frown.

“We’ll see you at dinner?”

“See you at dinner.”

It went like this every time the team did their simulation practices. But no matter how many times they nagged you to join them, you knew that while Scott could fire lasers from his eyes, and Jean could control things with her mind, you had much less useful abilities in combat.

Most people that heard you were an empath were immediately intrigued. It sounded really cool, in theory. You could read emotions, and even control them, pretty well, after years of training. But in order to use your ability, you needed physical contact, and enough time to work your “magic”. In a fight, these were two things that were hard to come by. Even if you managed to get your hands on someone, you doubted being able to make someone sad or angry would do you much good.

You began to wander the halls, trying to put off doing your homework as long as you could. You found yourself heading towards the library, one of your favorite places in the entire mansion. It was easy to forget the world while reading. It was just the distraction you needed.

No one ever used the library and its vast collection of novels, journals, encyclopedias and more. And so when you entered the library, you were not surprised to find your favorite seat, the one in the corner by the glass window, empty.

You had just sat down, pulling your book from your back, when you heard some commotion from around the corner of one of the many shelves. You jumped to your feet, setting your stuff down as you followed the noise. When you turned the corner, you let out a laugh as you found your friend, Hank, doubled over a pile of books, scattered across the floor.

“Here, let me help you,” you send, kneeling down to help gather his stack.

“Thanks,” Hank said quietly, getting flustered as he scrambled to get his books together.

“This is a lot of books,” you commented, picking one up. “What’s this for?”

“N-nothing. Just some research I’m doing.” Hank grabbed the book from your hands quickly, but not before you got a glance at its title. Empathy, it read.

You laughed. “I know a bit about that.” But Hank wasn’t smiling. He was avoiding your gaze. “Is there something wrong, Hank?” He usually was more than excited to share his research with the rest of the mutants. But he was silent as you questioned him. Grabbing some of the other books from his hands, you saw the rest of the titles. There was a variety in the selection, but they all shared one common term: empathy. “Wait, what’s going on?”

Hank continued to look at the ground.

“Hank!”

He sighed. “I heard some of the younger mutants saying you don’t participate in the training sessions. I’ve been working with making your power more useful in battle.”

You blinked in surprise. You hadn’t expected that. “That’s...that’s very nice, Hank, but you don’t have to do that for me, really. I’m fine without being one of the X-Men.”

“No!” Hank said, shaking his head. His face had lit up, as it often did when discussing his research. “It started out like that, yes, but I find your powers fascinating, y/n.”

“You...you do?”

“Of course! I think I’m working towards a way in which we can make your powers reach further distances than your touch.”

Unable to control your interest, you asked, “Really? That’s possible?”

Hank bit his lip. “I’m not sure yet, but I’m working on it. I’m pretty sure your powers deal with a chemical transfer, and if I can replicate that transfer outside of you, I think I might be able to harness it.”

You didn’t want to make Hank go out of his way to help you, but you couldn’t help but get excited at his idea. What if you could help them? What if the next time the X-Men go on a mission, you didn’t have to lie awake in bed, out of your mind with worry? What if you could be with them, fighting alongside them? What if your powers could be useful?

“Would you like to see what I’ve done so far?” Hank asked, his books finally collected into one pile that nearly reached his nose. “Maybe you could help me.”

You smiled slightly, a little hesitant but mostly intrigued by his idea. “You’re going to need help carrying all these books back to the lab. Let me grab my bag real quick first,” you told Hank, hopping to your feet to collect your things. You threw all your books in your bag quickly and returned to find Hank attempting to carry all the books himself. He looked on the verge of toppling over once more, the books tilting at a concerning angle. “Hank!”

“Sorry,” Hank muttered as the top two books of his stack fell to his feet.

“I told you I’d help you with these!” You grinned at his flustered face as he struggled to keep a grip on the remaining books. You picked up the two books from the ground, and grabbed the top half of his stack.

“You really didn’t have to,” Hank said as you’d begun walking back towards the library’s exit.

“You really didn’t have to come up with a way for me to be a part of the X-Men,” you said without looking at him.

“I’m really interested in your power, y/n, honest.” Hank said, readjusting his stack so he could push up his glasses. “And it’s sort of my job. I use my technology in the lab to help out the X-Men, and your abilities could be useful to them, I’m just working out how.”

“Well thank you anyway,” you said, smiling. “I’ve always wanted to be one of the X-Men.”

Hank looked at you, angling his head to the side. “Can I ask why? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would feel lost without the X-Men. But the X-Men came before X-Mansion for me, and it was my only option to be around people like myself. With you, you can go to school here, and be around other mutants, without the constant danger of having to fight for your life.”

You let the question hang there for awhile, the only sound the quiet tap of your feet on the wood floors. You knew he was right, you could have everything without the danger your friends went through every time they had a mission. “I know,” you said finally, and tried to ignore Hank’s heavy gaze.

“I didn’t mean to judge,” he said, looking apologetic as he straightened his stack of books. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing, not necessarily.”

“No,” you interrupted. “You’re right. It’s just...yes, I am safe, and I do have lots of friends that are just like me. But all of those friends, they aren’t safe like I am.”

“And you wish you could help them?” Hank asked. You nodded.

“I feel so useless, every time they go away.”

Hank nodded understandingly. “I used to feel that way, before I learned to control my powers. But Charles helped me, and maybe I can do the same for you.”

You had reached the entrance to Hank’s lab, and the door opened, the boy stepping aside for you to enter first.

“So I’ve been researching a lot about how your powers work.” Hank made his way over to a metal table in the middle of the room, setting his books down as he took a seat, pulling out a beat up notebook. “That’s what these books are for,” he said, smiling sheepishly. You sat down beside him, adding your stack to his.

Hank flipped through his notebook as you looked around. Each time you came to the lab, it looked different than before. Besides the library, Hank’s lab was one of you favorite locations inside the mansion. Hank was always coming up with amazing ideas that you had no idea how he managed to get working.

“I’ve been working on this device,” Hank said, referring to a drawing in his notebook. It was a gun, or looked like one, that fired discs the size of walnuts. “It should be able to channel the chemical reaction you create with your mutation into these discs, that will imbed themselves into an enemy. As long as you’re using your powers, you should be able to make long-distance adjustments to someone’s mood or behavior.”

“I can change their emotions without touching them,” you translated. Hank nodded.

“Exactly.”

“So how can I help?”

pt. 2

[skeletonwoman]

AU #1: Hear Me (13)

my baseball knowledge is mediocre at best (even though i think the game is very interesting and would like to see more) and what i have written is with the minutest googling and things ive learned from books. So there. 

Hear Me Masterlist

Also, thanks guys, for reading this far and maybe even enjoying it (i understand if you’ve read this far and haven’t but know you’re going to keep reading cause you want to know what happens in the end (i get like that sometimes))

Obviously sharing isn’t my middle name. I’m rich. And what kind of stupid middle name is Sharing anyway? 

“Wanna play baseball?” Ororo shouts through the door and you frown at your covers. Warren is nearby, likely with her, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You never realized how much sound affected your daily life. The ticking of your clock, the scuffling of feet outside the door, the ringing of the school bells.

“Babe.” Warren says, his head ducking in and your gaze jerks to his, blinking at him. “Come play baseball.”

You hum hesitantly, about to wave him off, when he steps through the door and says something soft to Ororo before closing it behind himself.

“Y/N.” He sighs softly, crossing the room and settling beside you on the bed. His hand catches yours and interlaces your fingers and you shrug weakly.

“I just… I’m not useful, I’m barely special.”

“You’re plenty special.” He scoffs and you glare at him, your expression sad.

“I know that, because my mutation is ruining my life. And my boyfriend has wings.”

“Hey now… Who said anything about boyfriend?” Warren baits and you can’t help yourself from grabbing onto the words with both hands.

“Dick.” You growl and he snickers, shuffling closer.

“What? I know we’re soulmates and all that but… Uh, I hate to break this to you but I can’t be tied down… Prime of my youth, and whatnot.” He teases and you shove him, rolling your eyes even as you smile. Just a little.

“And look, your mutation sucks-”

“Screw you.”

“But it’s just baseball. You know the rules.” He pauses, glancing out your window into the sunshine. “Well, we’ll explain the rules that need explaining. And I can’t keep you to myself much longer. Since I’m expected to rejoin the world, you have to as well.”

“The world’s mean to me.” You mutter sourly and he chuckles, shuffling off the bed and holding out both hands for you.

“If it comes to it, you can sit out and play referee. Put those vocal cords to the test, hey?” He offers cheerily and you reluctantly set your hands in his. He beams as he pulls you to your feet, pulling slightly to hard and you go crashing into his chest, or perhaps that was the plan. His fingers find your chin and you tilt your face up to him, smiling as his lips press to yours.

Are you two coming or what?

The voice makes you jump and your nails dig into Warrens arm where you’d been holding it.

“That’s Jean. She’s freaking awful sometimes.” He mutters bitterly, forehead bumping yours. “She’s right though, c’mon.”

You stare at the group around you and try not to swallow hard. You know everyones names, had heard Warren speak of them during and after the battle, but you hadn’t really met any of them.

“Everyone knows who everyone is, but to make it official, Y/N, this is half of the X-Men.” Ororo smiles and you frown, tilting your head. “Yeah, I know. You just wait, in five years, we’re going to be saving the world.”

“Some of us have already done that.” Scott mutters and you watch Ororos back straighten.

“When?” You blink dumbly, and Scott flushes but meets your eyes steadily.

“When these two tried to end it.” He mutters, jerking his head at Ororo and Warren. Ororo’s lips press together and her fists clench at her side, but Warren stands relaxed, trying not to grin.

“I’m sorry, I’m going deaf.” You wince, your cheeks flushing and Scott’s tight expression melts into one of concern. “Did you say you tried to end the world?”

The concern washes away, replaced by a furious scowl. “No, I said they did.”

“You did?”

“No, they did.”

“I keep hearing “I did”, I’m sorry, is there something to do with those two that I’m missing here?” You mumble confusedly, glancing between the three of them, a snicker flitting to your ears.

“Scott.” Jean says with a small smile and he turns on her, expression furious, only to melt into resignation.

“Whatever.” He mutters, before shaking off the sourness and waving his hand in a circle. “Let’s circle up and pick captains. Warren can explain the rules to Y/N.”

“Powers are allowed and you have to run at least half of the distance between bases. So Kurt can teleport halfway and run the other distance.” Warren quickly whispers, his eyes glued to the same conversation you’re watching.

“Got it.” You nod, grinning as Ororo claims a captaincy, Jean taking the other.

“Peter.” Ororo says instantly and Jean hisses, shooting the dark skinned girl a playful scowl.

“Fine, Kurt.” She sighs loudly, grinning wickedly at Scotts offended expression.

“Warren.” Ororo orders and he barely makes it to Ororos side before Jean is calling out Scotts name.

“This seems pretty clear cut.” You shrug, smiling at Jubilee who grins and nods, only for your head to whip back around in surprise.

“C’mon, Y/N.” Jean orders and you nod slowly, trotting to her side and smiling at Kurt, who grins at you.

“I forgot to add that the captain who picks second gets their pick of the last two.” Warren mouths to you and you wrinkle your nose at him, poking out your tongue.

“Prepare for your doom.” You shrug, smiling sweetly as Jean points to centerfield, Ororo taking her team toward home plate.

“Kurt, you’re good with short stop?” Jean asks instantly and the blue boy nods, his expression serious and you can’t help but blush.

“Hey!” Warren shouts across the field and you roll your eyes at him.

“Idiot.” You mouth and he laughs.

“What position do you normally play, Y/N?” Jean asks politely, drawing you back to the conversation and you hum, glancing around the field.

“Ah, I usually just go wherever.” You shrug, a sudden shyness filling you under the three sets of eyes. Or four eyes if you count four eyes across from you.

“You’re a pitcher, aren’t you?” She asks, and you shoot her a half-hearted look.

“Yeah.” You mumble and she grins happily. Scott’s forehead wrinkles, but Jean grins at him, shaking her head and he stays silent.

“Scott can take his usual position and I will… Right field, I suppose.” She says, glancing around the grassy space. “Okay, break.”

The ball weight of the ball in your palm makes your stomach flip, the familiarity of it bringing back memories as sun drenched as today.

Reeling back your arm, you throw the ball, releasing it half a second too late to ensure Peter doesn’t accidentally hit it. The ball thumps into the dirt at his feet and he shoots you a droll look.

“We playing?” He smirks and you scoff.

“I can’t remember how to throw right.” You bluff, bouncing from foot to foot. Peter smiles at you indulgently, and you beam at him. Idiot. Inhaling a soft breath, you feel your mutation roll through you as you speak. “You’ll probably want to stop and watch where the ball flies, it’s bound to be somewhere interesting with my throwing.”

Peter shakes his head hard, before shaking his whole body and blinking at you.

“Sure, whatever. Just throw the ball.” He orders, his voice strange and you can see Ororo staring at him hard, a questioning worry in her eyes. Warren pushes against your mind, his delighted offense brushing up against your smugness. Rolling your shoulder, you wind back your arm and let fly, watching the bat swing and connect, hearing the dull thud, and watching Peter gaze at the ball as it soars across the field. The ball lands but slips from Scotts mitt, only for it to fly toward Peter without touching the ground. Kurt appears beside the shirt they’d set down as first base, who’s eyes clear of the fog, only for the ball to land solidly in Kurts hand.

“Out!” Jean shouts, clapping happily and Ororo waves her acceptance. Glancing over at the red head, she shoots you a thumbs up, Scott even offering you a begrudging smile.

“Go team.” You snicker, Kurt suddenly laughing loudly and you jump. Right. Your words carry.

“You’re a cheat.” Warren scoffs, glaring at the flames as they lick against the walls of the fireplace. You lie against him, his back pressed into the corner of the loveseat the two of you are currently sharing.

“You’re a sore loser.” You shrug, smiling at Jean who won’t stop glancing over at you to smile happily. You take it they hadn’t won the past few games.

“You’re a sore player.” Ororo mutters and you laugh, stretching out and settling back against Warren. His eyes fall closed for a moment as you curl yourself against him, his face momentarily burying itself in your hair before he leans back and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’ve got a sore attitude.” Kurt pipes up, smiling happily and you can’t help gazing at him. What about him is so entrancing, you can’t decide, but he’s just amazing to look at. Warren bumps your hip with his knee and you scoff softly.

“My ass is sore.” Jubilee adds, pouting and you can’t help snorting loudly. The moment had been perfect, she’d hit the ball beautifully, her path was filled with blasting fireworks so no one could tell where first was, or where she was, until suddenly she’d yelped and the fireworks had dissipated. There she lay, covered in mud and scowling at the sky.

“No one help me.” She’d snapped, grumbling as she clambered to her feet and limped back into the house to clean off. You’d ended up refereeing after that, to make the teams even, but it was good fun all the same.

You yawned, smiling at nothing in particular.

“We’re going to bed.” Warren pipes up behind you and you make a soft noise of questioning that has him rolling his eyes. “Night guys.”

“Night.” The group choruses, and you bump fists with Scott and Peter before you’ve made it to the door, much to Warrens amusement.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, the darkness a quiet blanket over the room and you hum softly, trying to wiggle closer to him than you already are.

“I love you too.” You answer, your palm finding his jaw as you pull him in for a slow kiss.

@themortallife (thanks for liking it so much you wanted to be tagged)

sorry this is late, i had uni that day (like my third day) and so i was all tuckered out