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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Hiii! ∩^ω^∩ I hope you’re doing goood, may I request a cute sudden make out session during movie night in the lair but it’s comedically interrupted by the rest of the turtles before it gets too far. With rise! Donnie x fem! Shy reader please! -soft anon

Practice ;3

author’s note: so sorry for the wait soft anon <3 I hope this is what you were envisioning

‘[ ]’ indicates Donnie’s lingering thoughts 💭

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, slight cursing

> leo’s < > raph’s < > mikey’s <

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Donnie made sure the lair was empty that night. For he was a turtle on a mission. The two of you had been dating for a while now. Approximately, two months, one week, five days, seventeen hours, forty nine minutes and counting! And he finally felt like he was ready to take things to a new level. He wanted to kiss you, he had wanted to for a while but never felt comfortable. In the end it came down to a lot of independent research for him to finally feel like he had enough information to at least not do horribly. At least he hoped that was the case, because while he could stuff his brain full of techniques and other data, it wasn’t the same as actual practice. As far as Donnie knew you were both each other’s first but a lingering thought went through his mind. [Has she kissed anyone before?] Surely you would’ve confided to him… Donnie brushed off the thought completely.

And so movie night was a go. You had no idea of his plans. He wanted it to happen naturally even though that was exactly the opposite of what he was doing, planning it down to the t of when the movie would get a tad slow, and he would inch closer if he wasn’t already close enough, and make his move! Easier thought than done. You had announced your arrival just as the popcorn had finished popping. [She’s here!]

“Welcome Y/n! It’ll be just us tonight,” Donnie said as he carried the oversized bowl to the couch. “Well I’d hope so you did say it was a date night,” you teased as you reached for the buttery goodness, humming your appreciation as the two of you got settled on the couch. “What’re we watching?” You quipped as you sat with your feet underneath you. “Our favorite!” Donnie smirked as he clicked play, placing the bowl on the table before you both so it wouldn’t be in his lap. [She’s so beautiful!]

Donnie couldn’t help but take stolen glances your way, you looked stunning as always. Tonight you wore a lovely shade of lilac, it complimented you greatly, he adored you in any shade of his favorite color. You always carried yourself with such feminine grace that you quite frankly knocked Donnie off his feet without you even having to try! But other than that he was mainly stealing looks at your pink lips, how they would purse or pout at certain scenes. Smile or break into a fit of giggles, he thought he was done for whenever you started to nibble on your bottom lip. Donnie was so engrossed that he hadn’t heard you murmur his name. You had caught him staring! “Dee?” you said again. [Gosh she’s so cute..]

Oh Galileo was he embarrassed! “Yeah?” He replied eyes flitting upwards to meet yours as he felt his face burn. “You okay?” You asked, curious as to why he wasn’t watching the movie. “Mhm,” he said turning his face back to the big screen, holding in a sigh. Maybe tonight wasn’t the big night. Maybe he needed to recoup, reconvene, and come up with a better plan, something more full proof. You had been watching Donnie, unbeknownst to him. He was too far gone, deep in his thoughts. Overthinking everything like he does best. When he was mulling over something intently like he was now, his hands would go up absentmindedly and he’d stroke his chin or run his fingers over his mouth. [What if she doesn’t even like kissing?!]

This proved to be very distracting for you, and you found yourself staring shyly at the purple clad turtle until he came out of his reverie and his eyes darted to you. Immediately you turned back to the movie, hoping you hadn’t just been caught. But Donnie had noticed, and this game of shy gazing went back and forth like a volley of tennis before finally you broke. “Donnie?” You said leaning in close to him but facing the tv. “Yeah?” He followed suit, not looking your way but at the tv. “What have you been thinking about?” [Only you sweetheart, you consume my every thought..]

And Donnie sucked in his breath. To tell the truth or to not tell the truth? Honestly Donnie didn’t think you would turn him away, but he just didn’t want to rush things, and he didn’t want to force a kiss either. This was the major dilemma. Would you be upset if he said he had been thinking about kissing you this whole night? He cornered his resolve, “I-“ he turned to face you, eyes cast down to where your hand had inched to press against his leg. As soon as he turned he was immediately unable to speak, because you of all people had decided to take matters into your own hands. You were never this forward but something along the lines of instinct had taken over. To take the initiative and the words right out of his mouth, pressing your lips to his softly. [Donnie’s thoughts going offline]

His eyes widened, and then they closed quickly. He felt you press your lips to his again sweetly, another chaste kiss. Then a third, he found himself holding his breath, all his thoughts and the information he had collected out of the window. “Donnie?” You murmured against his lips, blushing furiously and worried that kissing wasn’t what he had wanted since he still hadn’t moved. His eyes fluttered open, staring back into yours again, before he leaned impossibly closer, initiating this time. Kissing you quickly. But before he could pull back altogether you were moving, closing the distance again and squeezing your eyes shut.

This kiss was longer, and Donnie’s eyes followed suit, he was feeling something short of breathless. Your lips felt heavenly. He felt the need to tell you how inexperienced he was. How if he could just practice with you, he would surely get better. But he kept quiet as the two of you broke away for a quick breather and then came together again, getting closer to one another and Donnie felt you tilt your head to the side allowing for more room, more access. One of his hands went up into your hair, pulling your face closer to his. Your nose brushed his snout as he lost count of how many kisses the two of you shared. “Y/n?” Donnie said, his voice sounding thick, finally questioning if he was doing a good job. “Just like that Donatello,” and his full name coming from your puffy lips was all he needed to hear, and then he remembered something, french kissing! His tongue swiped at your lower lip, asking a silent question. You parted your mouth for him and it was like fireworks went off in his brain as he tentatively explored new territory. [She tastes like the sweetest honey with a hint of popcorn heh]

French kissing was harder to maintain than he thought though, both of you became a breathless mess and had to lean back for air. You were gasping slightly and Donnie was taking deep breaths in. “We’re backkkkkk!” Mikey hollered as he entered the living room. You were scrambling backwards to put some modest distance between you and Donnie, you had practically been in his lap seconds earlier! “I thought you guys were gonna be gone for another hour?!” Donnie exasperated, as Raph walked in behind Mikey. “We were?” Raph said looking confused as he continued to make his way to his room. [Damn!]

Donnie looked at you and then at the tv and found that the credits were somehow rolling?! How long had the two of you been making out?!?! Donnie’s mind was wheeling and he had to refrain from reaching up to touch his lips. You on the other hand already had your lilac hoodie hiked up covering your mouth for good measure. This caused Donnie to shoot you a winsome smirk. “Oh what’s this?? Date night?!” Leo asked, the last to enter the lair. “No wonder you didn’t come to Run of the Mill!” Leo said wagging his nonexistent brows. [She’s acting all cute again hehe..]

Donnie rolled his eyes, if he had been honest with his brothers they all would’ve found a way to stay behind and not go out that night. Especially Leo. “Sooo what’re we watching??” Leo continued on, jumping onto the couch in between Donnie and you, grabbing the forgotten popcorn bowl and bringing it to his lap. “Oh oh oh let’s watch Mr. Right!” Leo said as he threw popcorn up in the air, and caught it with his mouth. “Whaattt noo let’s watch Princess and the Frog, it’s date night,” Mikey quipped as he jumped over the couch and landed on his bean bag chair. “The Notebook!” Raph called out from his room and his stomping footsteps weren’t too far behind. [Date night officially ruined…]

Donnie sighed as he gave you one last lingering glance before scrolling through his options. He couldn’t be bothered to pick something so he went with Mikey’s option who snickered as the rest of his brothers complained. No Donnie had his mind in the clouds and his telltale sign came forward again, his fingers running over his mouth. “Dude you been chewing on your lips?” Leo questioned in a whisper as the movie rolled. Donnie’s eyes widened, “What no??” He said as he grabbed for some popcorn and covered his mouth completely as he chewed. [Shit!]

Leo gave his twin a quizzical glance before turning to look at you who was the picture of guilt! Eyes trained straight ahead, leaning back into the couch as far as possible and hiding not so subtly in your hoodie. Leo connected the dots easily. “Bunch of smoochers~” he teased under his breath which earned him a poke in his side from you and a robotic punch in the arm from one of Donnie’s robo hands. “Ow- alright alright!!! Mercy!!”

Leo was hushed by Mikey and Raph who were none the wiser of what was happening on the couch. Leo grumbled something about couples before finally paying attention to the disney film. Which allowed for Donnie to whip out his phone shooting you a quick text.

‘More practice in my lab? After the movie?’-dee💜

‘I’ll be there 😚’-y/n

The movie couldn’t end fast enough!

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daydreaming-en-pointe · 9 months

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*ೃ༄ ready, set, spin! ˚◞♡ ⃗

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x fem!Indian!Reader

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 923

Warnings: Use of Y/N, use of nicknames (sweetheart, my love) and lots of culture infodumping but everything’s just fluffy stuff! :D

A/N: Wrote this while waiting for a ballet performance which I’m in to start so not proofread at all :’)

(also shoutout to @hobiebrownismygod for hyping my up tHAT WAS LITERALLY SO SWEET THANK U SO MUCH MY LOVE 💕)

“Gwen? Gwen! What-”

You cut yourself off with a soft grunt as the girl in front of you tackled you into a hug, squeezing you tight against her. You dropped your kathak bag onto the floor to hug her back. “Hi, Y/N. I had some free time and thought I’d come visit you. You just got back from kathak?”

You nodded and squeezed her hand as she pulled away to press a kiss to your lips and look at you, dressed in a ghagra choli and churidars covered from head-to-toe in mirror-like sequins stitched barely inches apart onto the midnight blue fabric.

“You look like a disco ball,” Gwen noted, giving you a smile. “Yeah, I noticed.” You linked pinkies with her, dragging her over to sit beside you on the couch while you caught your breath. “We had to do so many chakkars today, I’m absolutely exhausted.”

“Chakkars? What are- oh, are they those spins? Are you spotting enough?” Gwen pulled your legs over her lap, examining the ghungroo bells tied around your ankles with fascination. You held out your hand to her and she untied the strings of bells for you, dropping it into your palm and starting to massage small circles into your sore calf muscles.

“Yeah, I’m spotting enough. It’s just really tiring, y’know?”

Gwen smoothed down a wrinkle in your ghagra. “Yep, that happens. Same thing with pirouettes.”

“Noooo, pirouettes are so different! They’re all graceful and elegant and your legs are in weird positions and a chakkar is more speed than grace. I bet you can’t do a chakkar,” You grinned at her from across the couch, a friendly challenge in your tone at the last part.

“Oh, you are on. And I bet you can’t do a pirouette.”

“Deal. Prepare to lose, Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy.” You couldn’t help but giggle softly at the death-glare she gave you once you mentioned her full name. Fortunately, you knew her well enough to know you had to squirm out of range so she couldn’t tickle you ruthlessly.

“Okay, pirouettes, right? Is it like…” You placed your left foot a few inches behind your right one, angled out so your ankles were lined up. Gwen winced at how you were mercilessly butchering the fourth position in ballet.

“Shush, I’m trying my best. I’d like to see you try to do a chakkar on your first try.” You gave her a little glare, unable to squash the smile tugging at your mouth.

Gwen stuck her tongue out at you and joined you on the floor, standing a few feet away and joining her heels. “How do I do it again…?”

“Wait, you gotta use the ghungroo!” You grabbed the strings and tied them around her ankles, the bells jingling with every move she made. Gwen scrunched her nose as she looked down at it. “This is so different from ballet. Lemme guess, next you’re going to tell me to not point my toes.”

“Well… yeah, actually. See, you’re catching on already!” You gave her a kiss on the cheek before retaking your place and trying your best to figure out how you had aligned your heels. “Okay, you go first. Do a four-step chakkar. I’ll count tha, thei, thei, thut. On each syllable you move your feet into the turn.”

“Wait, wh-”

“Tha, thei, thei, thut” You watched Gwen fumble her way through the turn. Surprisingly, she was a natural at it, although her technique could be perfected a little. “Whoa, you’re actually really good at this. It took me weeks to learn how to do a chakkar.”

Gwen gave you a big smile and reached out to squeeze your hand in thanks before coming to stand beside you. “Okay, now do a pirouette. I know you can do it, sweetheart. C’mon, feel the fire, reach into your heart to find the answer or whatever those mentors in your serials say.”

You feigned a dramatic gasp. “Don’t insult Bollywood serials, they’re awesome!”

“I never said they weren’t. Now shush and focus on the turn or you might end up on the floor with a twisted ankle.” You angled your gaze at a point on the wall to spot through your turn, then brought your hands to curve and meet a little in front of your belly button. You pushed your back leg off the ground into the turn, but lost your spotting point somewhere along the way and ended up losing your balance.

Gwen lunged to catch you before you could hit the ground, steadying you and bringing you back onto your feet. “Yeah, I think that’s enough for today. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

“Pani puri,” You immediately suggested. Gwen’s eyes widened and she flushed a little as she remembered an incident that happened when you first tried to teach her to crack open the sphere part of the snack.

“You know I keep breaking those little sphere things,” She complained, giving you puppy eyes in hopes that they’d change your mind. “I spilled the pani part of it all over you last time too, remember? And I don’t wanna ruin your kathak clothes, they’re so pretty.”

“That’s fine, my love. I’ll go change and I’ll teach you how to do it again, properly this time. Besides, pani puri isn’t supposed to be eaten neatly, the whole point of it is that it’s messy and you need to somehow stuff the whole thing in your mouth before it leaks and makes too big of a mess to clean up.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. But only because you asked me to. And I’m going to hold the puri this time.”

I don’t do Kathak and I never have, so pls lmk if anything’s incorrect! <3

Kathak is a type of northern Indian classical dance, with alternate passages of mime and dancing.

A ghagra is a long full skirt, often decorated with embroidery, mirrors, or bells.

A choli is a blouse or a bodice-like upper garment that is commonly cut short leaving the midriff bare (but it’s not always cropped that short). It is usually worn along with a sari or ghagra in the Indian subcontinent.

A ghungroo, also known as ghunghru or ghungur or ghungura, is one of many small metallic bells strung together to form ghungroos, a musical anklet tied to the feet of classical Indian dancers.

Spotting is just a technique used by dancers when they’re spinning as a way to not lose their balance - basically you just focus on a point and every time you spin you have to look at that particular point as quickly as you can and for as long as you can.

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razorsharpteeth · 11 months

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Kitchen Meltdown / Van & Samir

TIMING: Recent PARTIES: Van @vanoincidence and Samir @razorsharpteeth LOCATION: WR Community center SUMMARY: Van and Samir hang out after a cooking class he taught, which soon turns on its head as Van grows anxious and accidents occur. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

The cooking classes were his favorite. Samir was a simple man: he liked doing things he was good at. He liked sharing the knowledge of things he was good at. During the cooking classes, he’d share a few funny stories from back in the day, when he’d cooked for the tourists in Florida. Of working in a real restaurant’s kitchen, and how mistakes were not as permitted there as they were in his class.

Most of the people that came were the same old. This, he didn’t mind. It was a steady beat. They oohed and aahed at his knife technique and asked him questions for at-home cooking. Now, with the class done, there were a few stragglers, like mrs Selic who was wondering what she was supposed to do about her daughter’s girlfriend ‘who was a vegetarian, and it’s all so much to get used to’. Samir patiently pointed her to some recipe sites, as well as the beyond meat stuff in the grocery aisle and watched her go on her merry way.

Now came the cleaning. Samir also didn’t mind this: it was different from cleaning his own mess. It was something more satisfying. He was about to start piling all the cutlery into one pot when his eyes fell on one of the people from the class. A tiny thing, which explained why he’d missed her. Or maybe it was just the full moon around the corner. “Hey,” he said. “Van … right? Not like the car? Can I help you with something?”

Van wasn’t sure what she was thinking, taking a cooking class. Of all places she shouldn’t have been, a public kitchen was definitely one of them. Her nerves were hard to shake, even after the class had concluded. She had tried her best to listen to Samir’s stories, had tried to get lost in them, even. But the thought of somewhere else only brought her back to the reality of her situation.

Even if she was in community here, at a literal community center, she still felt alone. Her thoughts broke as Samir approached. Her gaze snapped up to meet his and she opened her mouth to respond, to give him thanks, or maybe something else– to say that she was glad she came today, but it was locked beneath her tongue.

“Not like the car, yeah.” At least he had remembered. Van wasn’t sure where that came from these days, it was just something she reminded people. “Um…” She looked around her station. She had tried to tidy it as much as possible. The empty plate of what they made sat with the fork and knife hanging over each other in some dangerous balancing act. “It was good. The class was good.” That was right, right?

The community center was a saving grace. Samir had always felt this incessant need to be useful, to have at least some kind of purpose. It was something born out of trauma, but he lacked the insight to understand that — and so he just moved through the world like this. Searching for small purposes. Volunteering to help his colleague move. Working in a kitchen, where he could make people happy with the food. Fulfilling tasks here, in this community center.

It was a balancing of scales. He didn’t delude himself into thinking he was a good man: he was just a man, who was also a monster. A trail of blood had followed him to Maine. No matter how many old people he helped or how many cooking classes he taught, there’d always be those ghosts. He would never be good — but he could at least try to put some good into the world.

So he smiled at the semi-stranger. “You can leave it as is, it’s fine. I’ll clean everything. Don’t mind.” With the full moon looming and the Pit promoting his oncoming fights more than usual, he liked the menial tasks as distraction. Samir shrugged. “Thanks. I try to keep ‘em exciting. Cooking’s an important skill, you know? If you have any requests on what you’d like to learn to cook for a future class, just let me know.”

“Are you sure?” Van had been taught to clean up after herself, and even if that lesson had gone over her head in recent years with her grandma’s departure back to New York, that didn’t mean she left other places a mess. Unless it was Sly Slice, but only when Janice was working there. Now, she had no excuse but to clean up after herself.

He seemed sure, but she still felt bad. She looked around him, gaze sliding over the different components of the kitchenette. She hadn’t realized it existed until a few weeks ago, too lost in her own head to really venture out into the unknown. Van bit the inside of her cheek and nodded at his comment. “You sound like my–” My what, she thought. She didn’t have anything, and nothing had her. All she had was herself, and maybe her friends, but she was slowly turning them away as the days went by.

“Friend. Who likes to cook.” Van scrunched her nose before sticking her hands into the pockets of her too-baggy jeans. “Do you always teach them? Or do you like, take volunteers?”

“Sure. Unless you’re a superfan of cleaning, don’t wanna keep you from your hobby and all.” He said it as if it was an outlandish thing, as liking to clean was a rare characteristic. Samir wasn’t going to forbid her from helping out, though. He didn’t have the energy to do so. He even mustered a little smile.

He smiled a little further at the rest of her words, “It’s good to have friends who know how to cook. Nothing like sharing a meal, huh?” He said those words and he meant them, but they were removed from him and his current reality. Samir didn’t cook for people any more, especially not friends. Sometimes he did some mise en place at local restaurants that were short staffed, but that hardly counted. There seemed little room for him to speak his love languages.

“Sometimes it’s me. There’s another woman, too, she’s brilliant. Monica.” Cursed with a shitty name, though. “Why, do you want to be the teacher? Or …” Samir frowned a little. “Was it not to your liking?”

“A superfan…?” She blinked before shaking her head. “No, I’m not, I just–” Van thought for a moment, brows furrowed, “wanted to help out.” She made a mess of pretty much everything in her own house– outside, things were clean. Outside, she could pretend to take care of herself.

At his comment, she nodded. If she hadn't lied, she’d be able to hold onto it. Van had lost her community the day her grandmother left Wicked’s Rest. The ladies who played mahjong, the man who would give her discounted fruits at the grocery… they looked at her now as if they’d never known her at all. She wondered what kinds of things her grandma had said on her exit.

“Oh, that’s cool.” She didn’t know anyone named Monica. At his question, she shook her head. “What? No. No, I don’t–” Van cleared her throat, “I was just– small talk. That’s what people call it, right?” She’d made it tons of times, knew it like the back of her hand. The things she could avoid with small talk, to keep things busy. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I didn’t want to–” Van shook her head and rubbed her hands together. “It was cool, I swear, I just… I was wondering is all.” She wasn’t sure why this out of everything had catapulted her into the throws of anxiety, but it had.

“Ah,” he said. That made more sense. “I mean, you’re welcome to. Really. Just don’t feel obligated to!” Samir wasn’t really sure if he was helping or worsening the situation, or if he was imagining a problem. He just didn’t want the younger woman to feel like she had to.

Now he had said the wrong thing. He watched Van stumble over her words and felt his stomach sink — he’d felt so good about the lesson, about giving people some properly helpful tips when it came to cooking. For a moment, he’d felt like a tolerable person, rather than whatever he made of himself when his thoughts were dark and stormy. And here he was, anyway, making a mess of things.

“Shit, no, you didn’t offend me. I was just wondering, just wanted to be sure it was all good, you know.” He tried to keep his face clear and calm, tried to think of managing his younger siblings or even the rascals that came in here. “Just small talk. It’s fair to wonder. You’re okay, I’m glad you liked it.”

She was regretting leaving her house now. Van cleared her throat, feeling the tips of her fingers beginning to grow clammy with the unprovoked anxiety that swarmed her. She wasn’t sure why this situation had triggered her. She could feel his gaze under her skin, could pick out all of the things she was saying wrong, the way he almost seemed confused.

But he was explaining that she hadn’t offended him, but it didn’t make sense, because he had said it in his own words, was it not to your liking? “All good, yeah.” Her throat felt dry. She should go home. Yeah, she should definitely–

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the instructor’s boots had begun to melt to the floor. There was no heat signature, and there was no smell– it was just goop. Shit, shit, shit. Van looked up at Samir– that was his name, desperately. “I– I didn’t do that.” But she had, and she knew she had.

He’d done or said something wrong. That happened often, as Samir wasn’t the best communicator. He tried to be patient and open, to think along with the people he spoke to and offer them grace. But he was clumsy and tired and sometimes simply an asshole, but this time he’d really tried. And yet.

He felt frustrated with himself as he looked at the young woman, but then his attention was diverted by a strange sensation at his feet. Looking down, the cause of that feeling was very clear: there his shoes went, growing liquid around his socks. “Uh.”

That there was more out there besides werewolves had grown abundantly and horribly clear to him the months since he’d become employed by the Grit Pit. But he hadn’t seen this before. He looked back to Van. “It doesn’t — It’s not hurting?” He didn’t know science very well, but shouldn’t this hurt? What else could make leather act that way. He raised a leg and his shoe dripped from his feet, all sticky and gooey. “What the fuck?”

It’s not hurting?

That was good, at least. Van wasn’t sure what it felt like, mostly because her abilities typically tapped into melting actual objects, never any living creature. She opened her mouth to speak, but snapped it shut almost immediately. She wasn’t sure what to do. She was only here for a stupid cooking class.

Van glanced down to his boot, watching as the plastic and rubber became some kind of goopy mixture, dripping back down onto the linoleum. Her gaze cut back up to meet his, eyebrows pinched together as apologies began to build themselves up at the back of her throat.

“I– it doesn’t hurt.” It wasn’t happening to her, so clearly he’d put two and two together, right? “That’s good.” The words left her before she could stop them and she was already taking a step back, stumbling towards the closest exit. “I didn’t– I didn’t mean to do it, I didn’t do that.” She had already practically admitted it was her. “I’m sorry!” Van gasped out as she turned, running away from another mess she’d created.

The plan had been to clean up behind him and then make his way home, take out Cleo for a long, long walk on the beach and think of nothing but the crashing waves. But as he stared at his boots, the way they were growing sticky and fluid around his socks, he had a feeling it would not be that easy. Samir blinked back up at Van.

“It’s not …” Good? Your fault? A problem? He was dumbfounded, not sure how to answer this, what to say to her suddenly insisting that she didn’t mean to, implying that she had done it. Somehow. Though Samir knew there was magic in the world, he didn’t understand it, and would never claim to.

“Hey, no – wait!” His voice echoed after her, and Samir attempted to run after her — wanting maybe an explanation, or at least a solution. Or to tell her it was okay, but that she couldn’t just run off! (Even if that was what he had done, every time his inner wolf had covered himself in blood once more and killed more than just an animal.) As he tried to lift his feet to chase her though, he found himself slowed by the melted boots and did something he’d prefer not to admit.

He tripped, falling on the kitchen floor and looking at Van’s disappearing feet, somehow feeling like this too was his fault.

#van.#threads.#kitchen meltdown.#love u sm ci

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pavvo20 · 2 years

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The Spark - Chapter 7 - Solo - Poe Dameron

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Summary: When her childhood best friend recruits her during an undercover mission for the Resistance, Captain Kara Embers embraces her family legacy and joins the fight against the First Order. As the secrets of her past come to light, Kara never expects to be training with her mom’s best friend, flying her father’s ship, and falling in love with the Yavin-4 boy who always said he’d be the galaxy’s best pilot.

A/N: It's been a minute! And I threw a little drama at y'all last time.. so here's a little more.. as we get a little closer to the first REAL confrontation with Ren. BIG TFA energy here.. BUT 7,000 words this time y'all.

Warnings: violence, language, sarcasm, moodiness, whump, fluff, kissing, ya know.. all that stuff. We're gonna add a little death to this one too.

Masterlist Coming to My Bio!

Word Count - 7.0K

Kara’s eyes flashed in sheer determination in the blue glow of her saber as she sparred with Leia, both women were quick and graceful in their movements. Every connection was well calculated and executed with absolute precision. They were mesmerizing to watch in action, blue blades humming through the air and crackling against each other with every hit. The combined technical abilities between them were astounding, especially given that Kara had only picked up the saber a few months ago.

Leia secretly wished that Luke would come out of hiding and could look past his Jedi teachings to take Kara on himself. She knew he’d be simply amazed by her flawless technique, but would be a much better partner to hone in her unbridled strength.

Kara twisted away from Leia’s counter, escaping yet another strike that was deliberately attempted to catch her off guard. She smirked a bit as she heard a frustrated sigh escape the general. Things were about to get interesting.

“Don’t get cocky, Kara.” She snapped, seeing the glint of overconfidence in her eyes. The girl nodded, hearing what she said but not taking any of the words to heart.

The younger woman lunged forward, hoping to catch her master on her least dominant side. Leia saw the move coming, tripping Kara effortlessly halfway through her pursuit, force-pushing her to the floor and kicking her saber out of her grasp as she slid across the marble on her back. The girl leaned up quickly, only to stop just short of Leia’s blade piercing her chest.

“That’s why.” The general huffed, disengaging her own saber and helping the girl off the floor. “It leaves you open for simple mistakes, like assuming I wouldn’t trip you.”

“Fair enough.”

“You know me well enough to know that I’d try that… but you pushed it out of your mind when you thought you could exhaust me.” Leia pointed out, watching Kara straighten her belt and clip her saber to its right side. “I’m old… but I’m not that old.”

Kara apologetically smiled. “I never called you old.”

“You didn’t have to.” Leia winked.

They’d been sparring pretty regularly over the last several weeks and Kara had to admit that she was impressed with Leia’s stamina. She knew that being a general was wearing on her, but also knew that like most of their parents, her age wasn’t doing her any favors either. She’d even snuck a few tubes of bacta gel from the medbay storage closet the other week in case Leia complained of any aches or pains. She never did.

“I heard that you and Poe are taking the evening perimeter flight tonight.” Leia chirped as Kara sat, sipping on their usual post-training tea. This was often her favorite part of their recent sessions, especially as the girl became more and more comfortable with her abilities. Kara was a rather private individual, even with the people she’d known since she was a child. The only person who knew almost everything about her was Poe, and there were still plenty of things that were a mystery to him.

It was one of the few traits she had taken from her mother. “Yea, we’ve got to break in the new ship.”

She smiled, genuinely excited but Leia could sense her apprehension. Kara was a confident pilot but had developed quite the fear of flying after her crash. To her credit, she’d never been hurt that bad in a starfighter before, let alone crashing one bad enough to have it replaced. Fortunately, she had told Leia of her nightmares right away – her mind replaying the chase and crash so vividly in her sleep that she often woke in tears – and they’d been working on positive meditations to prepare her for this moment.

Leia knew that she’d fly again, as it really wasn’t the crash that was scaring the young woman, it was the part where she took her last breath in Poe’s arms that had kept her out of the cockpit.

“It’s an impressive replacement. I think you’ll find that Poe really thought about you when he ordered it.” Kara’s eyebrow raised as she sipped on her tea again. “I know he’s been itching to show it to you.”

“Yea, Snap said it’s pretty impressive.”

“I won’t steal his thunder.” Leia said, “It’s getting late too, go ahead… you won’t want to keep him waiting.”

“A little patience won’t hurt –” Kara started as Leia sensed the girl’s anxiety starting to creep up on her.

“Captain.”

“You’re right. Thanks for everything today.” Leia stood to hug Kara, holding her a second longer than usual to help soothe her nerves a bit.

“You can tell me all about it in the morning. Now, go.”

Kara blitzed down the hallway, almost at a jog knowing that Poe would be messaging her datapad at any second to see where she was. She sprinted across the common area and slipped into her quarters before the message finally did arrive. Jess was in front of the mirror in their refresher, applying some insanely bright colored eyeshadow.

“Hey! Poe was just here.” She said, not bothering to look at her roommate, who was busy jumping into her flight suit and twisting her hair quickly into an inverted french braid. “He said to just meet him in his hangar bay.”

“Well, that makes it easy. Did he have my helmet?” Kara called back, tossing her jacket loosely over her shoulders. Jess poked her head out to scan the room real quick, swearing that she had remembered seeing it.

“I guess he does, I swore he left it here.” She said.

“We’ll find it. No worries.” Kara said, stopping momentarily to look at Jess completely. “You have a date?”

“I do… not that you would remember me telling you at lunch today.” She scoffed, her voice laced with fake irritation. “There’s a new girl in Alex’s squadron, Surilinda.”

Kara’s datapad beeped. “You can tell me about her at breakfast. I promise I’ll listen this time.”

Jess giggled at her roommate's apologetic smile, “I’ll hold you to that – now go, Dameron has been waiting ALL DAY for this and if I have to hear about it all again, I’m gonna ruin it for him.”

“Have a good time!” Kara called, slipping out the door and into a run toward the hangar.

BB-8 saw her first as she crashed through the hangar doors, twirling in excitement as he rolled circles around her as she slowed her run to short walk over to Black One. The ship always looked menacing in the artificial light of the hangar, but even more so as the D’Qar sunset bore down on its dark paint.

Then there was its handsome pilot, who was busy tinkering at something on the cluttered workbench. She saw his shoulders relax as his astromech bumped into his shins, announcing Kara’s presence.

“I was a little worried you were going to stand me up.” He joked, not yet turning around as his fingers pressed into whatever was in front of him.

“Well, if it wasn’t an official order, I probably would have.” Kara chided, running her hand along the nose of his ship, waiting for him to turn around. She knew Poe had a number of surprises planned for tonight and didn’t want to spoil any of them too soon.

Poe finally turned, a dark helmet in his hands. Similar to his own, the headpiece had a new yellow visor and memory-foam padding, but the stripes were her token light blue rather than Poe’s preferred red. He’d carefully scuffed the paint in all the right places… making it look a bit closer to her old one. It was well known that only starfighter rookies wore brand new gear, as the best pilots would often retire before ever needing to replace any of their own.

As she turned the new helmet in her hands, she noticed that he’d also carefully painted her Aurebesh tattoo script across the Resistance logos on each side in white and replaced each one of her victory stickers. The man had even taken the care to put her name on the back crest, in the silver ink that she’d searched several marketplaces across three planets to find.

“Stars.. Poe.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as happy tears brimmed in her eyes. “It’s beautiful.”

“Well, I wasn’t about to let you go back out there looking like a rookie.” He was grinning ear to ear, clearly ready for her reaction to the rest of the things he’d carefully planned out just for this moment. “I’m not done, come see her.”

She let him tug her hand around the nose of his fighter to where her new T-70 starfighter was parked. She gasped when she saw it. The gunmetal paint and blue and orange stripes were a significant upgrade to the moonlight white and orange paint of her previous model. They’d added boosters to her fuselage and upgraded the S foils, among the countless other improvements that had been made from the hand-me-down T-65 she had been flying in before.

“How in the galaxy did you –” She started.

“Wait.” He said, popping around to the ladder. Kara immediately noticed the Yavin Four symbol painted in her stripe pattern and the beautiful “Black Two” decal that had been placed along the hull near the canopy. Peaking into the cockpit, she noticed the new targeting system, extended artillery, and a significant sensor package that rivaled the one Poe and Snap had on their modified fighters.

It was when her glance fell on the seat that her breath caught in her throat. The leather had been carefully stitched with pieces of her father’s flight jacket, but it also had a half the Resistance emblem with half the Jedi Order insignia embroidered into the backrest. It was a deeply personal touch. Something that she knew had taken Poe quite a bit of coordination to execute.

She hopped off the ladder and didn’t even give him a chance to ask her if she liked it before smothering his question with a kiss. Poe felt his back press into the cool sheet metal of the starfighter as he returned her advance with a hum of satisfaction.

“So, you like it?” He asked between breaths.

“I love it.” She replied, pulling away finally.

“Well, let’s take her for a spin.” He said with a smile, once again handing her helmet. He watched as she carefully sat down in the cockpit, smelling the old leather of her father’s jacket as she engaged in her take-off sequences almost effortlessly. He couldn’t help but find his heart skipping a beat as the Aurebesh “In The Stars” sparkled as it caught the last bit of the sunset as her canopy closed and her astromech droid slipped into place.

BB-8 was already loading into the starfighter when he had scampered into his own ship and got it fired up. The little droid chirped his excitement as he engaged the engines and set his comms. It would be their first trip out with Kara since their chase on Yavin..and he was also a little nervous.

“Happy beeps buddy.” He muttered, toggling his S-foils in standard take-off protocol. “She’s ready.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the droid read off their take-off numbers. It was time.

“Black Leader to Black Two.”

“Go Black Two.” Her voice cracked a little in his ears.

“Ready?”

“I think so.”

“I know so. See you up there.” He turned to glance at her, the excitement and anxiety showing in her eyes as her ship roared to life. Seconds later, Poe engaged his thrusters and cruzed into the twilight sky. Kara followed close behind.

Her hands shook a bit as she carefully guided the ship to cruising altitude, carefully watching her speed and sensors as she tailed Poe. Her natural tendencies behind the stick were slowly starting to come back to her as they peeled across the horizon. She toggled her foils and warmed up her laser cannons while relaxing her shoulders and taking deep, relaxing breaths through her nose. She had even caught herself humming an old space metal song her dad used to listen to before he’d take off. She could feel the gentle vibration of the ship in her muscles, bringing her an overwhelming sense of comfort.

She took a second to glance out at the emerging stars and suddenly felt at home in the D’Qar sky. She picked up speed, choosing to fly parallel to Poe as they dipped into a canyon, her mind raced as it replayed their last mission but she caught Poe’s confident smile and all her worries fanished as soon as they’d arrived. She pressed the ship forward, leaning into its natural agility as they zipped up into a mountain pass.

“Looking mighty confident there, Black Two.” The commander called. “How’s she feel?”

“Smooth.” Kara replied, her voice completely assured and firm. He could feel her thinking as she toyed with a few of the new features of her upgraded ship. “And fast. I mean the T-65 was fast… but this feels faster.”

“Wanna find out?” Poe coaxed, knowing full well that she may resist. He wasn’t expecting to get all of her back in one night, but it couldn’t hurt to try. “Just to the other side of the pass. Loser buys the first round?”

He saw her flip the switch for her boosters in acceptance of his challenge. It was only seconds later that she came through the radio, “Three… Two…”

“ONE!”

He was always surprised by the kick that the T-70s had when the boosters activated, throwing him back into the seat as the ship pressed as close to lightspeed as it could without actually crossing over into that gear. He could hear Kara whoop over the comms as they dipped over the mountain and down across the lake. She slipped down close to the Glassy plane of the water, activated her S-Foils and skimmed the surface. Poe couldn’t help but smile at the sight as he picked up speed, remembering that they were in fact racing and she’d know if he let her win.

Kara could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she peeled off the water and slipped her ship in front of Poe's, effectively blocking him from passing her as they pulled up over the small stretch of forest and turned sharply over the lip of the canyon that would bring them back into base airspace. For the first time in months, she felt like herself – rapidly approaching the two mountains that would ultimately serve as their finish line. She engaged her boosters one more time as Poe expertly rode parallel to her now, looking for his chance to steal the win.

“Not today Black Leader!” She called as she leaned into her controls, her ship propelling forward a half second before Poe’s breaking across the line by just the tip of its nose.

“Black Leader, Black Two – cleared for landing.” The comms tower interrupted before Poe could congratulate her in their cool-down path. He confirmed their landing and a clear perimeter as he winked at Kara in their descent to the surface. He swore that he’d just fallen in love with her all over again.

She set her ship down effortlessly and climbed out of the cockpit just in time to hop down into Poe’s waiting arms. He could barely contain his pride, whispering just how proud he was in her ear as he set her feet back on the ground. There was genuine concern for a while that she may never fly again and many thought Poe was absolutely insane for trying to convince her otherwise. Tonight had put all those terrible rumors to rest.

“Thank you…” Kara murmured, resting her forehead against his. “..for believing in me.”

“Always.”

They briefly broke apart to tech their ships for the maintenance crew the following morning, before heading back to their quarters to change for their date at the cantina. Poe had already alerted the rest of the squadron and most of the base that they were on the way – just as one more surprise for his girl as she crossed off the last real milestone of her recovery.

Snap was still in their room when Poe had gotten back, trusting that Jess had done most of the party planning anyway, given her affinity for throwing the occasional gathering. He was tossing his dark leather jacket over his shoulders as Poe tossed his flight vest into its usual spot on the footboard of his bunk.

“So, it went well?” He played coy, knowing he was going to get the full story at any second.

“She beat me at top speed through the pass, Snap. TOP SPEED.” Poe remarked, shedding his flight suit and trading his t-shirt for one of his black button-up shirts and dark khaki pants. He slipped back into his boots and belt, stopping briefly at the mirror by the door to ruffle his sweat streaked curls.

“Holy shit. I thought we said maybe she’d play with the boosters, not exhaust them!” Snap squeezed his shoulders as Poe passed him to rinse out his hair and dab on some cologne.

“Yea well, she’s back buddy. All back.” He remarked, giving himself a smirk in the lit mirror as he effortlessly dried his head, now satisfied with his look. “You gotta get over there or you’re gonna ruin the surprise.”

“Shit, you’re right.” Snap hit the button on the door and took off down the hall. It was a few more minutes before Poe popped out and knocked on the door across the hall, low-key not expecting to see Kara only seconds later, almost glowing in a dark gray tunic and black pants. She swapped her combat boots for a nicer model with a little bit of a heel, did her make up to accentuate her already ravishing green eyes, and untied her hair allowing it to frame her features.

He had a hard time taking his eyes off her when she had her hair tied back and her curves were buried in her flight suit. Now, she had made what she called “roguish handsome” on him… look roguishly sexy.

“Maker.” He let slip under his breath, hoping like hell she’d not heard him. She took his hand and slid her door shut, smirking a bit to herself as his eyes looked at her from head-to-toe once more.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, flyboy.” She cooed, watching his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

“There is nothing more attractive than you looking like you could kick my ass.”

“For the record, I really could kick your ass.”

“Not the point.” He quipped, walking backwards in front of her now, noting how the layers in her hair draped across her shoulders and her belt hugged her hips in just the right places. Poe could see her enjoying the additional attention, even if she’d never admit it. Her confidence was surging like it was earlier after she’d climbed out of her ship and it was absolutely intoxicating to him.

Poe backed into the door of the cantina, pulling Kara to his chest for a quick moment to himself. He kissed her gently, letting his fingers tangle in the soft hairs on the back of her neck before they lightly grazed the chain hidden under the collar of her tunic.

“I meant to give that back to you.” She whispered, looking softly into his love drunk eyes.

“Not yet.” He purred, trying to reign in his self-control. “Not until we can prove that it’s not the reason you have miraculously recovered into a better fighter than you were before the crash.”

Kara simply giggled, shoving him playfully back into the door. “You need a beer, Dameron.”

“I need a lot more than a beer.” He chuckled, smirking at her as he took her hand again, “but we can deal with that later.”

He tugged her into the cantina, the lights flickering on as all her friends, comrades, and second family shouted “surprise,” raising their drinks to her as she almost backed into Poe in shock. She could feel him chuckling as Snap slipped a drink in her hand. Poe had really thought of everything. Just to get her back in action.

“Jess insisted.” Poe whispered in her ear as the music and conversations started to overpower their ears. Kara smiled as her friend winked at her from across the room, talking to the pilot she claimed to have a date with earlier. It wasn’t everyday that Jess managed to expertly keep a secret, especially from her roommate.

The night felt like it had gone by at lightspeed for both Kara and Poe. They both had talked to more people in the last few hours than they had their entire lives. Many of the cadets were hoping they’d finally get the chance to be enrolled in the Resistance Pilot program, especially now that their head instructors had both been cleared for regular duty. Others just wanted to hear about Kara’s beautiful new starfighter or Poe’s availability for a special sparring session.

Kara looked down at her empty bottle, not remembering if this was still her first drink or if she had ever actually gotten a second one. She noticed a fresh cold one sneaking over her shoulder, delivered by Alexander Pierce.

“I just wanted to apologize for a few weeks ago.” He said, standing a little closer to her than normal, but she didn’t think anything of it considering how many people had crammed into the cantina. “Leia had us on night duty for weeks.”

“Well, next time you’ll remember that it’s just a game.” She smiled, taking a swig of her drink as he chuckled a bit.

“Next time, I’ll know better than to mess with you.” Kara blushed, remembering exactly how badly he’d pissed her off that night. She would never forget the terrified look on Poe’s face after she’d gagged Pierce either.

“I got a little ahead of myself too.”

“I deserved it. I was a prick.” Alex softened his gaze, brushing a stray hair behind Kara’s ear. “I’m just glad you aren’t holding it against me.”

Snap had noticed Pierce approach Kara from his position at the end of the bar. He and Poe had briefly left their squadmate to gather another round when the Red Commander had taken his opportunity to talk to her. There didn’t appear like there was anything to worry about, until he’d noticed him brush a loose hair out of her face.

He bit his tongue, taking the bottle from Poe without removing his eyes from the pair as his best friend tossed a few credits to the bartender and made a joke with a few of the ship technicians seated nearby. The last thing he needed was to bail Poe out of a bar fight, though in all seriousness, he was a little more worried about possibly having to restrain Kara.

The young woman twirled a strand of her hair around her finger as she slipped the chain of Poe’s necklace out from under her tunic. To anyone else, it looked like a nervous tick but Snap knew exactly what she was doing.

“I try not to hold grudges, Alex. Especially in a war zone.” She replied, watching his eyes fall on the necklace she’d slipped out of hiding. “We are all on the same team here, even when we’re not.”

“So, he really is your boyfriend.” Pierce chuckled, slamming his drink on the table a bit harder than he should have. Snap felt Poe jump at the sound and held his arm across the other man’s chest as he noticed him realize where the noise had come from. Kara didn’t even flinch.

“Yes, he is.” She blinked, seeing the jealous rage ripple across the man’s face.

Pierce sighed, taking another sip of the liquor in his glass and laughing in an attempt to keep himself from outwardly seething. “You deserve better than Dameron.”

“That’s for me to decide, Alex. Not you.” She slipped her hand down around the hilt of her hidden lightsaber, as she sensed Poe’s adrenaline spiking and noticed the man in front of her’s fist clench. “You should go home.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Captain. I outrank you.” He growled, “Where is Dameron anyway? Shouldn’t he be here defending you? Or do you protect him now?” She could smell the alcohol thick on his breath as he leaned closer to her face, hoping his drunk taunts were having some kind of effect.

“Go home, Alex.” She warned, seeing his intoxicated emotions starting to get the better of him. Snap could feel his commander pressing against him. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

“What part of I outrank you, did you miss?” Pierce drunkenly swung to slap her while pulling his blaster from its holster in the same motion. Kara expertly dodged the assault, bringing her saber to life as she saw him fumbling for the trigger of his weapon. She closed her eyes as their glasses shattered to the floor, doing her best to remain calm even as her heart pounded in her ears. When she reopened them, Alex was on the ground glaring at her in shock. She didn’t remember touching him - because she didn’t have to - her eyes fell on her outstretched hand that had force-pushed him away from her in self-defense.

Kara felt the eyes of every person in the cantina on her as she glared back at Alex, her face awash in the blue glow of her lightsaber. “You were going to shoot me?”

“Congratulations Commander Pierce, you’ve earned yourself a night in the brig.” The general scolded as she walked up on the scene, stopping just short of the man in the puddle of beer and broken glass. “And we’ll be having a lengthy discussion about your future here in the morning.”

Leia met Kara’s fearful eyes next, silently encouraging her to deactivate her weapon as Pierce slowly picked himself up off the floor. Kara hesitated, meeting her attacker’s eyes once more. “You were going to shoot me.”

Alex didn’t speak as he avoided her icy stare and looked back to the general. He wiped his hands on his pants and ran a few fingers over his empty holster as he stood. The entire bar was still silent, leaving only the hum of her saber in his sobering ears. Leia silently directed his attention back to her.

“Answer me, Commander.” Kara snapped, her fingers twitching on the hilt of her saber.

“Yes. I was.” There were a few gasps in the crowd as a few blasters clicked as their owners released their safeties.

“You just apologized to me for being a prick only to admit to planning to shoot me.” She deactivated her saber and stepped closer to Alex, “Why?”

The man in front of her snorted, “I think it's only fair that you surrender your weapon in this interrogation, Captain.”

Kara immediately put her saber on a high top table closest to Leia and stepped a little closer to him. She was running on pure adrenaline now, her special forces training starting to kick in as she could feel the commander trying to manipulate the situation.

“Whenever you’re ready, Alex.” She spat.

“Maybe you should make me.” His face twisted into a smirk as Kara processed exactly what he meant. “Why don’t you just go digging around in my head and tell me what you find.”

“You swore an oath to protect the integrity of your rank, Commander.” She countered.

“Afraid of what you’ll find?” He spat venomously, “Or is it because you already know?”

Kara closed her eyes in frustration, inhaling deeply through her nose. “This isn’t a game, Alex.”

She opened her eyes just as Leia stepped in front of her, slipping her saber into her jacket pocket. She could feel her anger radiating off her like the heat from the sun.

“Enough of this, Commander.” Leia snarled, “You are relieved of your post effective immediately with a court martial to be set.” She watched briefly as her security cadets cuffed him before turning her attention to the rest of the bar, who were still trying to figure out exactly what they’d just witnessed.

“Back to your posts or off to bed. All of you.” The general spat and the room cleared in seconds, leaving both women to walk back to Leia’s quarters alone in the heavy silence.

Then it hit her - the debilitating pain, sadness, and grief of a man she’d only seen a few days before as his life was ripped away from him. - She could hear his last breath catch in her ears as his warm, rugged, signature was extinguished from the Force, leaving her with a chill so cold she swore someone had dropped her on Hoth.

Kara pushed past the chill to see Leia collapse to her couch in shock and moved immediately to sit next to her. Both women spent a few minutes leaning against one another, choking back their emotions as they processed what they’d just felt, especially after the night they just had in the cantina.

Han was gone.

The older woman put a trembling hand on Kara’s cheek, looking painfully into her eyes as tears ran down her usually stoic face. In that moment, Leia couldn’t see the fearless captain who’d just looked a First Order spy in the face and challenged him in front of her peers to admit to his wrong doing. She also couldn’t see the careful pilot or meticulous strategist. Leia felt that she was looking into the eyes of her daughter. Kara was suddenly just the little girl who wanted to fly like her dad and heal like her mom. She was the determined teenager who had talked a stubborn smuggler into teaching her how to shoot and lightspeed skip so she could get into the academy. She was the one they’d taken in after Ben left and her parents passed away. The one they’d loved like their own.

“He loved you so much, Kara.” Leia whispered as the young woman’s soul shattered before her eyes.

Han had always had a special place in his heart for Kara, ever since she’d fallen asleep in his arms as a baby. Leia would never forget how many times she’d found them both asleep in the cockpit of the Falcon while Athena worked and Jamie was on a mission, or the days he’d walk her around the hanger on his shoulders, pointing out all the ships that came and went.

As she grew up, Han taught her to defend herself against bullies and talk her way out of tough situations. He’d sat with her for hours after her father died, reminding her that she still had a family, even if it wasn’t by blood.

Han had always wanted a daughter and found one in Kara, just as she had found the father she so sorely missed.

Leia woke a few hours after they’d both cried themselves to sleep. She gently eased Kara’s head from her chest to a pillow, covered her with a blanket and slipped out of her room to the roof of the hanger. She couldn’t help but smile when she found the Damerons, about half through a handle of bourbon, looking up at the stars.

Kes saw her first and silently took her into his tight embrace. Leia’s tears were back almost instantly as she sensed her friend’s grief. He had gotten a transmission from Chewy, who had shut himself in his quarters only minutes after he returned with Finn. The wookiee had been with Han his entire life only to watch him be murdered before his eyes. It was a miracle he’d even gotten the Falcon back in one piece.

“Are you ok, Kes?” Leia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Really?”

“I’ll manage.” He sighed, looking out across the dark sky. “I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” She said, brushing a stray tear from her eye. “I miss him so much already, Kes, but the last thing he would want was for me to give up. Especially on this cause and our kids.”

“He was always so proud of you, Leia.” Kes murmured.

“I know.” She replied, “And it’ll be what keeps me going until he comes home to me again.”

They both looked to Poe, who was swirling the liquor in his glass a few feet away, trying to distract himself from crying again. He’d felt the disturbance for himself, but didn’t know what it meant until he’d run into Chewy and Finn in the hanger. All Finn could bring himself to say was that their mission had been successful, but they’d come back one man short.

Poe had recognized the fear in Finn’s eyes as a sign that they’d encountered Kylo Ren. It wasn’t until he had found Han’s jacket, salvaged by the wookiee as they escaped, with a saber hole singed through the back that the gravity of Finn’s words hit him full force.

Ben Solo had murdered his own father in cold blood.

He felt her brush a runaway tear from his cheek as she sat down next to him, silently following his gaze to the lights on a passing freighter. “He saw so much of himself in you, Poe.”

The young man choked back a sob as he turned to look at Leia. “He taught me everything I know.”

Her heart warmed with his words. Poe had gotten plenty of his own lessons from Han over the years, including a few just the other week. Leia would never forget the countless nights the two of them spent buried deep in repairs to the Falcon or claiming the other had cheated in a game of cards. She was sure that it was also Han that had inadvertently taught Poe to be self assured, even when he was anything but.

Poe had filled the void that Ben had left behind.

Leia had corralled both Damerons down off the roof as the D’Qar sun started to rise, quietly thinking about how much caf she’d need to get through the day. This was going to be a tough morning for all of them, but Han’s death meant that Ren was likely already coordinating his next move and they needed to be ready.

Kes went to console Chewy as Leia headed to her first meeting with Holdo. They’d reconvene at the command center later that afternoon for the formal debriefing of last night’s mission. Poe took the key Leia had slipped him last night and headed for her quarters. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t completely sure what to expect from Kara. He’d lost track of who’s emotions belonged to who pretty early last night, especially after finding Han’s ruptured jacket.

She was right where Leia said she would be, curled up on the couch in likely the most peaceful state she’d been in all night. There were a few signs that she’d at least attempted to get more comfortable before finally succumbing to her exhaustion, as her hair was braided back and her face was clear of makeup, but most of her had remained relatively unchanged. She hadn’t even bothered to take her boots off.

Poe went to unclip her saber when, to his surprise, her hand grabbed his wrist before his fingers even grazed the hilt. “Hey, relax. It’s just me.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her fearful glare softened as Kara released her grip on him and sat up. “Sorry, it’s been…”

“A long night? You could say that again.” Poe sat on the coffee table, softly brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as her eyes fully adjusted to the light in the room. “Going to be an even longer day.”

Kara could see the fatigue in Poe’s features as he let his gaze wander out the window for a moment. He’d clearly not slept more than maybe 10 minutes in the last day and his 5 o’clock shadow was now more of a salt and pepper scruff. She slid her hand to his cheek, pulling his usually bright copper eyes back to hers only to see that they were noticeably dim. The man was notorious for neglecting rest but he was in rough shape, even by his own poor standards.

“You look terrible.” Kara stated as Poe chuckled. “And I’m attracted to the alway-exhausted-war-torn hero types.”

“Well, unlike you, I didn’t exactly sleep last night.”

“I can tell.” She kissed his forehead, “I also wouldn’t call any of that sleep. I was like BB-8 running an update. My eyes were closed but there was no part of me actually resting.”

“I’ll catch up. We have a few hours before we have the debriefing, and figured we’d take a nap.”

“I hope you mean a real nap.” She snorted, seeing the smile playing on his lips.

“Oh I do.” Poe laughed as his cheeks flashed a bright pink. “We can celebrate after whatever mission this all will inevitably turn into.”

Kara sighed, he was right. There was no way that they were going to all just stand idly by after losing Han. He’d meant too much to the cause. It was too heavy of a blow to simply brush it under the rug and not retaliate. Had it been any of them, Han would be preparing a strike… or better yet, he’d already be charging in, guns blazing.

Poe leaned to her, eyes closed, his forehead pressed to hers as his nose lightly brushed her own. “Han knew Pierce was a spy.” He whispered, “He spent weeks planning last night’s strike. He went with Finn to infiltrate Starkiller Base after he’d overheard Pierce in his dorm on the way to cantina the night you crashed. I tried to go in his place, but he insisted I stay here and help you recover.”

Poe took a deep breath, his hands finding Kara’s as he continued, “Han knew that it was a long shot that he’d bring Ben home, but also knew that if he failed… we’d need you to face Ren and the First Order when they discovered their weapon had been destroyed. That’s why he waited until last night to go. He knew that if he could distract Pierce with an opportunity to maim you, that they’d never see him coming.”

Kara pulled back from Poe, seeing the seriousness in his eyes as tears brimmed in her own. “That son of a –”

“He spent weeks distracting the First Order from attacking us while you were down. The nights I told you I was training, I was out with him and Chewy gathering intel or running a decoy mission with Pierce to try and keep him off our trail.” Poe rubbed a few small circles in the back of her hands as he could see her mind racing with every word he said. “Han and I watched your last sparring session with Leia yesterday morning and knew that it was time. We knew Pierce would watch our perimeter run and report it back to Ren, which led to him planning to shoot you at the party.”

Kara stared at him, eyes wide. He could feel her fighting back the urge to pull away and slap him.

“I had to sell it, Stargirl. It’s the only reason that I didn’t come back to you when I felt you get defensive with him.” Poe traced her jaw, coaxing her to see just how apologetic he was. “It was kriffing hard, Kara. Maker, all I wanted was a shot at him. Then you pushed him and pulled your saber… and in the same moment, Han had reported that all the explosives at Starkiller were set and they were on their way home.”

“Leia stepped in because she knew too, didn’t she?”

“Yea. We needed him unharmed so we could have him inform Hux of the mission and send a few Destroyers out that way before the bombs Han planted detonated. We couldn’t have him do that if his cover was blown.”

“And right after that is when I felt it.” She murmured. Poe simply nodded.

The two of them sat for a moment in silence, allowing themselves to once again grieve the loss of a man who’d put his loyalty to the Resistance and his family ahead of himself. Kara completely understood why Han had kept her in the dark, but also hated him for it. Had she been there, she could have saved him or at least defended him from Ren’s manipulation. Even if she couldn’t have gotten to him in time, she would have at least brought him home.

“We should probably go get some caf, and maybe try to take that nap.” Kara said, standing up and glancing down at her datapad. She had more than a few messages from Jess and one from Finn. “He’d want us to be ready.”

“You’re right.” Poe rose to his feet, carefully fluffing Leia’s pillows and taking Kara’s hand in his as they headed for the door. He stopped her, just short of activating the panel, feeling compelled to hold her close just one more time. “I love you.”

Kara’s heart swelled, feeling the faint trace of Han’s warm, hardy signature wrapping around them as Poe’s words rang in her ears. She no sooner slipped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he felt her finger tips knead into his hair. Poe was absolutely breathless when they broke apart, his hands clutching at the back of her tunic as he tried to keep himself upright.

“I know.” Kara winked as Poe swore he could hear Han laughing in the distance.

#poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron #fanfiction #poe dameron x oc #star wars #star wars oc #star wars x reader #wattpad #poe dameron x reader #fanfic #oscar issac #han solo #leia solo #ben solo #star wars sequels #bb8

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jjksblackgf · 4 years

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manuka honey

pairing — jeon jungkook x black female reader genre — smut word count — 1.6k summary — “He would then ask for a dance, and later he would take you to his room, so he could bend you over and make you moan his name” warning — explicit sexual content, masturbation (f & m receiving), light choking, nipple play, food play (be careful with it), cunnilingus, light overstimulation, multiple orgasms. There’s also social gathering, but I didn’t write this with miss rona in the picture, so you better social distance, and wear your masks, lovelies.

a/n — The series is over, omg 🤧 This was a challenge for me, since the focus is only one action of the whole sex experience, so I did tons of research on how to properly eat a pussy (helped yours truly on future pussy eating, too 👀) to be more creative, but there’s a bunch of good stuff I don’t know how to put into words, I’ll work on that. And the JK chapter is my absolute favorite, it was what gave me the idea of the whole series. But I said too much already, enjoy the last one <3

Today was a new day, and Jungkook was older and he felt wiser and more confident about himself.

He entered his kitchen to see the signs of his birthday party. Champagne glasses on a tray, a few dishes on the sink, his living room with had the golden balloons, the TV was still on, connected to the karaoke machine, and other remaining trash that you’d both clean together.

But he didn’t care about the mess just yet. He had a great night.

As Jungkook pour milk into a cereal bowl, he remembered the last time he was behind this kitchen counter. Even if slightly drunk, he had clear memories of the night before, a beautiful birthday party that you have been planning for a couple of months, just the perfect harmony between his sophisticated side and his playful side.

His apartment was full of his closest friends and his family members, taking turns in the different games you had planned, and the karaoke machine, all while dressed as to attend a gala event. There were even hired servers with various glasses of his favorite champagne.

Behind that same counter, he took it all in, smiling to himself as he saw his favorite people talking and having fun with each other, that’s all he wanted. It didn’t even have to be his birthday for him to be this happy.

He looked to his left and saw your body covered by the gold fabric of your dress. If you twisted just a little to the right, he would see your back almost uncovered, your melanated skin contrasting the golden spaghetti straps that were holding your dress together. At that moment he just wanted to rip those straps so the silk would fall to your ankles and your nipples would be exposed for his pleasure.

That was all hot and everything, but the way you were hosting the event was so graceful, so full of life, and you made everyone feel so welcome that he wanted to give you the world. He never felt so happy to have you in his life. You were the one who wanted to celebrate him the most, and you knew just the way to do it, without having to leave any part in the shadows.

He watched you closely that night, and at one point you were dancing with his brother in the middle of the living room, as Jimin and Taehyung sang a cheesy song. When you both locked eyes, he smiled your favorite smile, the one when his nose is about to scrunch but it’s not there yet, and the corners of his mouth make his eyes look smaller.

He would then ask for a dance, and later he would take you to his room, so he could bend you over and make you moan his name. He didn’t care if anyone listened to his grunts or your screams of pleasure, there were enough lough music and conversation to muffle that up, and as he chews his cereal he wishes he would go back to last night just to make you scream louder, he wanted people to know how good he made you feel.

He leaned on the counter after finishing his cereal and took a deep breath. He then listened to you wake up in his room, opening the door and walking through the hall.

“Good morning, birthday man” you said and hugged his side. He looped his arm against your hips and kissed your forehead, feeling through his stolen button-up shirt that you weren’t wearing any panties. Interesting.

He waisted no time placing you on top of the counter, moving your legs to hug his hips. He closed the space between your lips, gripping your waist to move you closer. His tongue slowly made its way towards yours, liking the taste of your toothpaste when they finally met.

Your hands went to hug his neck, one hand traveling through his hair to tug strongly. He moaned in your lips, holding you closer to his chest, wishing you could just be glued to his body. His hands went to grab your ass underneath his shirt as yours traveled through his naked chest, choosing to stay at his abs.

His lips separated from yours and you whined asking for more. He couldn’t say no to you, moving back to where he thought was his rightful place.

You bit his lower lip with a more sensual moan, your hands traveling down to meet the hem of his boxers. You both laughed when you grabbed his ass, but his grip only got tighter on yours.

His lips went to your neck, placing wet kisses in every inch he could reach, you hugged his neck again, this time slightly scratching his shoulders.

“Keep it there, baby” you whispered in his ear when he kissed your sweet spot.

He continued his kisses and sucking of the spot, practically making out with your neck when one of his hands released the grip from your ass and went to the side of your neck. Your hands were now back on his hips, one hand holding his boxer down and the other reached for his hard dick, earning a growl from his lips and a bite to your neck.

You licked the palm of your hand before placing it at the tip of his cock. He hissed at the touch and leaned back so he could look at you. “You’ll be the death of me, I swear” he said as he looked at the marks he left on you, leaving his hand in choking position.

You could now easily feel the pool between your legs forming as he lightly tightens the grip on your neck. You licked your lips as you moved your hand to massage the rest of his length.

You two were now playing a pressure game. He would grip your neck as tight as you’d grip his dick, both enjoying the changes along the way. You then used your other hand to cup and massage his balls.

“Fuck!” you started to pick up the pace, wanting to see his morning cum dripping down your hands.

“Baby, wait” he said and you stopped your movements. “You already did a lot for me in this week alone, let show you how much I appreciate you” Before you could protest, his lips were back on yours, and he started to unbutton the shirt, grazing his hand from your hips to cup your breasts.

You started to take the shirt on, but he stopped you, wanting you to leave them on. After massaging your tits, he moved some things around to lay you on the counter. He reached for your nipple with his mouth, cupping with perfectly. He switched between sucking and licking multiple times before reaching for a container of honey you liked to leave at his counter.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as he dripped the honey on your body

“Shh, just relax and enjoy the moment” he said with a big smile and moved the honey aside, not closing it as he planned to use it later.

He licked the honey he placed on your body that started on your belly and trailed to both your breasts. After he reached the last nipple, he stayed on it a bit longer, the suction making you tug his hair again. You arched your back and moaned his name at the moment he bit your nipple.

He then left your breasts and placed your feet at the counter, leaving your legs perfectly open. He dipped his thumb in the honey container and placed it back at your clit. He liked for you to have a lot of sensations, so he often switched between circling, moving it side to side, and up and down, if he had time he would write a few things on your clit, one letter at a time.

But he was really curious about the recipe he just created, wanting to taste the mixture of the honey with your arousal. So without warning, he leaned himself over you and licked your folds starting at your entrance. If wasn’t the taste he expected, he thought it would be sweeter than this, but the honey complimented you perfectly. Of course it would, it was you, for God’s sake!

You tugged his hair again, deep breaths and his name were leaving your lips. His salivating mouth lubricated your clit even more as he licked you up and down, opening your legs wider by your thighs.

You reached for one of your sticky breasts and massaged it as he continued his mouth work. He was switching techniques again but chose the one you always responded to the best. He decided to speed it up and saw your toes curling by his side. Looking into your eyes, he saw your expression as you came on his chin, and your walls clenched, deciding not to stop his speed and increase the pressure of his tongue on your sensitive bud.

You screamed his name after the third release of your knot and he only stopped because you tugged his hair out of your core, breathing heavily.

“Were you ever going to stop?” You asked trying to catch your breath, sitting up straight again.

“No, I knew that at one point you would ask for mercy” he laughed as you slapped his bare shoulder.

“Did you have to use my expensive honey?” you asked looking at the container left by your side

“Your pussy already tastes like a gourmet meal at a restaurant rated 3 Michelin stars, might as well season with something expensive” he said as you snort out a laugh

“Boy, you did NOT just say you seasoned me!”

#bts smut #bts pwp #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts ambw #jungkook ambw #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #kpop ambw #black kpop stans #black kpop fans #bts #bangtan

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wannabe-fic-writer · 4 years

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WandaNat x Reader : Kiss The Chef

Summary: Food is the way to the heart! In this case at least.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,883

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“I said minced, this is chopped.” You resist the urge to shout, instead choosing a mild anger.

The man frowns, eyes glancing at the garlic on the cutting board and back to you.

He clearly doesn’t know the difference.

A deep sigh wracks your body before you fan him aside, picking up the chef’s knife and a fresh garlic clove. Then mincing it yourself and making sure he sees the difference.

“Now you certainly don’t sound like someone who loves their job.”

Setting the knife down, you wipe your hands off on your towel, and turn to your long time friend and pain in the ass, Mister Tony Stark.

“Why are you in my kitchen Anthony?” You ask, passing him, and stopping at the sauce station to taste test.

Tony feigns hurt, hand over his heart,“ that is no way to greet a friend.”

You simply look at him, a bored expression on your face. In short telling him to get on with it because you have a kitchen to run.

He nods,“ alright alright. I’m here to cash in that favor you owe me.”

“Did you not do that already? Cause I’m pretty sure I catered your second wedding my friend.” You remind him.

Clicking his tongue, he tells you,“ you got paid. That was a job, this is a favor.”

The urge to groan is high but you don’t. A deal is a deal.

“What is it?”

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Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you eye the large facility, before heading inside with a sigh.

Tony is waiting at the door for you with an all too familiar smug grin on his face. If you were the violent type you would’ve smacked it off.

“Don’t look so proud.” You huff.

Chuckling, he throws his arm around your shoulder and begins the tour of his compound. He takes you around to the gym, shows you his lab, and the living quarters where your temporary room is, then finally shows you the way to the kitchen.

As you walk you memorize where you’re going, since this’ll be the route you take most often for the next month.

Once inside, you survey the room with narrowed eyes, checking all of the equipment it’s fitted with. It’s all state of the art, which Tony brags about, and it’s not a problem but it does mean you’ll have to get acquainted with it all.

Tony also informs you of F.R.I.D.A.Y his fully automated A.I. He let’s you know how it works, how to order fresh ingredients, and how to pull up recipes(mainly his favorite meals but also those of his teammates.

“And the pièce de résistance.” He jokes, then grabbing a f/c fabric and shaking it out.

‘Kiss The Chef’ is written across the front of the apron in white and Tony happily places it around your neck, despite the blank expression on your face.

The man always finds your stoic and aloof personality amusing. Especially since, while cautious, he proves to be the exact opposite. Still you two are friends.

You’re expecting Tony to leave. With it being well past six you decide to prepare dinner and the man knows you’d rather he not hover. But he does.

Still you move through the kitchen with the same grace as you do your restaurant.

With this being your first day as their chef, you want to make a good impression, so you fix a meal you’d perfected long before you’d become a professional chef.

All the while you’d had to stop Tony from dipping into the food you made. Snapping at him more than once and slapping his hands away from the food. Until eventually you kicked him from the kitchen with a task to go get everyone.

Using that time to set each plate on the table, with white wine as it’s a compliment to the pasta dish. Making sure they all look presentable and that the table looks nice but not cluttered, you go back into the kitchen to give them their space to eat.

You don’t even try to hide your proud grin when you hear their reactions to it. First their awe at the set up and then the silent chatter about how much they enjoy the meal.

As you wait, you nibble on the leftover food and drink a beer. Until Tony comes in to bring you to meet everyone.

“Guys this is a friend of mine, Y/n. Y/n this is Steve, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Natasha, Carol, and Rhodey.” You nod to everyone, eyes lingering on the brunette Wanda and the red head Natasha.

They look familiar you just can’t place where you’d seen them, so you move past that.

“Y/n is the chef who prepared this meal. As a favor to me, she’s agreed to be our chef for the next month, hopefully by which we can have the position filled permanently.

Everyone nods at his information and the man you now know as Rhodey speaks up,“ well thank god for that. This was incredible. I’m assuming you have experience as a chef.”

Nodding you tell him,“ I’m head chef at a restaurant in Manhattan called-”

“Pezzo di Paradiso.” Wanda interrupts with wide eyes.

Beside her, her redhead girlfriend holds the same expression.

How had they not noticed? You work at their favorite restaurant. And this is a dish they’d thought tasted familiar.

They’d seen you more than a few times there. They even considered asking to thank you after a meal on more than one occasion but always became flustered at the idea of having an actual conversation with you.

Mainly Wanda. The young woman had developed a crush on you that grew with each visit to your restaurant. A crush that Natasha had continuously teased her about, despite her own attraction to you.

Now you’re to be in their home for an entire month.

That seems to fly by quicker than anyone liked.

Over the next couple weeks the team finds themselves loving absolutely everything you cook and growing to like you as a person in general, which admittedly takes a moment since you’re pretty closed off.

Some nights were spent teaching one of them a certain recipe or valuable techniques. Your two main “students” being Wanda and Natasha.

At first the women weren’t sure about invading your environment as you worked but you’d assured them you didn’t mind showing them some stuff. Especially since you allowed their teammates to learn from you.

What everyone had begun to notice was your approach to the women. While with everyone else you were stern and slightly frustrated, you were much more patient and forgiving with them.

On more than one occasion Tony found you smiling or chuckling softly at Natasha’s mistakes with meals or Wanda’s curiosity toward the meals you made.

He’d teasingly asked you why didn’t snap at them for hovering or being in your space and when you stumbled to answer him he knew. Your month in the compound had lead you to develop feelings for the women.

Which had ate away at you.

The women are in a relationship. Clearly in love with one another. You knew that your feelings for them would amount to nothing as they are obviously happy together.

But that doesn’t make leaving any less hard.

Your month is up. Tonight is your last night as their chef. So you plan to go all out, as both a thank you and a goodbye.

Using F.R.I.D.A.Y, you pull together everyone’s favorite meals. It’d been a while since you yourself cooked eight different meals but you still give it your all. Even when you set the table.

You have F.R.I.D.A.Y call everyone down after you’ve set name cards around the table. You know there’s a chance that you’ve overstepped, having left red roses at Wanda’s and Natasha’s spots.

It’s your way of telling them that they are indeed special to you, without the risk of saying the words to them and having that blow up.

As had become usual, you hear their excited chatter as they sit down, and even their comments pointing out the difference in their spots to Wanda’s and Natasha’s.

You present them all with a three course meal. Starting simply with salads for everyone, again being special with Natasha and Wanda as you give them soups from their countries of origin.

The second the smell of the Shchi hits Natasha her mouth waters and while she is mesmerized by the food, she finds herself mainly focused on you as you place a bowl of Zöldségleves in front of Wanda.

Both women then look at you.

It’s clear you’d paid more than enough attention to them as they spent time with you in the kitchen. And you’d noticed the few times the women mentioned missing the taste of food from their homes.

Which is further proven when you serve them their favorite meals from their home countries. Chicken Paprikash for Wanda and Pelmeni for Natasha.

By the end of the night everyone is stuffed, not leaving though until they toast to you and thank you for your services.

Natasha and Wanda, set on one particular goal, wait for everyone to leave, before going into the kitchen.

They find you putting away the leftovers from each dish, named sticker labels pressed to the side of the tupperware. As always they’re flustered and attracted to the sight of you moving in the kitchen so elegantly. Like this is truly your element.

“Oh,” you finally notice them, taking a hardly noticeable step back in shock,“ is there something I can help you ladies with?” You ask, ignoring the heat that’s begun to rush up your neck at the realization of your situation.

“In fact there is.” Natasha says, a smirk tugging at her lips.

You’re almost positive this is the moment they tear you a new one for leaving the roses and obviously making their meals more special than the rest of the teams.

“We were hoping we could give our compliments to the chef.” Wanda speaks slowly, a small purposeful step forward.

Fighting a confused frown, you nod,“ um, well, compliments received.”

The women take notice of your nervous state. It isn’t often that you act this way. As you usually keep a cool and collected air around yourself.

And unbeknownst to you, this gives them every bit of information they need. Their thoughts that you are attracted to them as they are you had just been confirmed by you.

“Actually, Wanda and I believe our actions could speak much louder than our words.” Natasha’s voice drops to a flirty tone.

You aren’t sure if you heard her right, but it’s clear you did when Wanda nods and takes yet another step forward.

Hesitantly, she reaches for your hand, and releases a breath when you let her take it.“ We’d really like to show you are gratitude.”

Her innocent words hold a suggestive tone and you swallow, glancing at Natasha who simply smiles reassuringly. So you nod and let them pull you from the kitchen.

You aren’t sure if this will be more than it’s implied to be but you’re eager to find out.

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#wandanat #wandanat x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #asks #request #reader insert

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17tetsuro · 4 years

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Hey uh idk if your taking requests but

If you are: I saw the figure skater s/o hcs and I loved it honestly, can I request the same with kuroo, bokuto and akaashi?

If your not: sorry, plz ignore T^T

haikyuu boys w/ a professional figure skater girlfriend (f reader!) part two

part 1

ft. kuroo, bokuto, akaashi

requests are open!

warnings: none

a/n: hii!! thank you for requesting, i hope you like these too :D (also idk what kuroo’s job actually entails so,, i kinda winged that part oops)

kuroo thought that volleyball was a fairly graceful sport, but when you first showed him what you can do on ice, he realized he was very very wrong. probably tries to get you sponsorships and promotions all the time, to the point where his coworkers have to remind him that he’s working for the volleyball association. he’d 100% make it to all of your performances and would probably bring banners and promotional stuff he hands out to people during breaks. i don’t think he’d want to learn how to skate properly (mostly because i 100% believe he knows he’d suck and he can’t take that), but he still tries for you.

bokuto definitely admires how graceful you and your sport is. i genuinely think bokuto used to be the kind of person who was scared to go on ice, fearing it’d break under him, so it took a while for him to warm up to your “court”. after you taught him the basics of postures, movements etc off-ice (and jumped up and down for about ten minutes to prove the ice won’t break) he’d be much more comfortable with skating. he’d try to incorporate some jump techniques into his playing (and would do a good job too) and enjoys copying your moves, even if he falls a lot.

akaashi would 100% be incredible at skating. he’s naturally graceful and would visit you during practices often but he would never be a distraction. he’d probably bring a book and wait until your coach is out of your hair and would greet you then and if he feels like it, join you on ice. he’d encourage you to teach him jumps and spins and would overall have a wonderful time. he sometimes brings bokuto with him to your competitions, who drags along anyone he possibly can, so you always have a huge crowd cheering for you, even of the venue has a limit of people that can go in, akaashi would just casually mention that most of the people there are japan’s top volleyball players and they’d probably let them in.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu

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lemontwst · 4 years

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Consider this: Vil, Jamil, Ruggie and Sebek getting third prostrate milked to an inch of its life (they’re screaming and moaning, tearful eyes and a splotchy face with their tounge sticking out and their limbs twitching madly. Bonus points if the cum is collected into a cup and the boys drink it)

after careful deliberation, the council has decided that you, anon, are the person with the biggest brain on this planet. we pray your days are lustful and your boys dumb subby sluts. also i hope you don’t mind that i improvised a bit with the cum eating stuff, i didn’t want to make these too samey!

content warnings: degradation, cum eating, mindbreak, b/dsm, (light) asphyxiation.

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

There is something almost primordial about your desire to break Vil into tiny, useless pieces. Maybe it’s the fact that perfection is his entire raison d'être, the only thought that bounces around in that little empty head of his 24/7.

The feeling of sadistic satisfaction that courses through your veins when you take the queen down is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. After hours of torrid overstimulation you seem to have achieved your goal, because right now, your Vil looks like a common whore. His hair is falling out of his pins, a messy curtain of gold framing his sweaty top-model features. Mascara runs down his face, his eyeshadow is completely ruined, and yet he still manages to look so unbelievably hot, chest pressed against the floor and ass up and at your mercy.

“You sound like such a slut when you moan, Vil.” He lets out a long, wanton whine when you pull back the dildo you’ve been using to torment his asshole. The repeated stretching feels so delicious, his hole is hot and dripping with his own cum, a gift left behind by your cruel fingers a few minutes before. Back arched in a submissive arch, Vil’s tongue sticks out and traces his moist lips as he imagines licking your fingers clean, the filthy image makes his dripping cock throb and ache for your touch, but that’s not how you want to play today.

No, you want to make him come over and over again with his ass and his ass alone. You want to milk him dry, to hear him cry and beg for a release you’re not sure you’re in the mood to grant him.

“Just...like...that......” Vil meowls, his fingers helplessly grasping at the cold floor, looking for something, anything to latch onto. When he doesn’t find it, he hastily moves his hands to his ass, grabs the firm flesh so tight it curves between his fingers and spreads his butt cheeks, still managing to look as graceful as a swan despite the fact that he’s inviting you to plow him harder, “More...more...! Make a mess of my insides!” His hips shake like crazy every time you thrust the dildo deep inside his ass, his precum keeps flowing out of his dick like a broken dam, pooling under him in a disgusting display. It’s reaching places that my fingers can’t! This is the first time I’ve been touched there, the first time that my prostate got pounded like this!~

...Yeah, you’re done with this. Vil lets out a disappointed cry as you take out the dildo in a swift, rough movement. His wide eyes find yours and you’ve never seen him look so upset, “Wha-- why? I was so clo--ugyah!!” He squeals when you spank his ass hard. Unperturbed, you do it again and the sound resonates through the empty room alongside Vil’s piggy noises. The lewd body in front of you shakes and then goes painfully still. C-coming! Vil twitches, tears running down his face as he feels his cum dripping out of his twitching cock in thick, shameful globs.

Then, like a puppet whose strings have been cut off, he slumps to the floor, panting and shaking with a stunned expression on his face. He yelps when you spank him again, his mind racing as he tries to come up with the right thing to say.

“Sho...rry.......I’m shorry......!” He whines, sounding nothing like the stubborn, untouchable queen you know. “Please...forgive me...master....” Vil sighs, giving you a long, adoring look from beneath his long, fluttering lashes.

“I’m not sure you deserve it.” You speak plainly, holding back a smirk as Vil freezes up. Your boyfriend looks at you like you just slapped him and well, technically you did, but he was enjoying it. Now he just looks...terrified, miserable like you’ve never seen him.

“Still, while you were squirming and crying like it’s mating season, I got you a little present. If you’ll accept it, I’ll forgive you for being so brazen.” Without looking away from his confused face, you slide the small chalice that had been hiding under his dick this entire time in front of him. It’s a beautiful piece you got from the headmaster for Christmas, a golden cup with the rim decorated with rubies. Like the Holy Grail, except this is a cup of sin filled to the brim with Vil’s cum.

“......Eh.....eh........eeh....?” He mutters dumbly, trembling from the overstimulation that still wrecks him from head to toe, “Tha-that’s my...mine...?” His empty eyes focus on the chalice, “Are you going to...make me drink that...?”

“Do you want it?” You raise an amused eyebrow.

Of course not! That’s disgusting! It looks like condensed milk, that you would dare show him such a perverted thing is.......it’s.......his...... like thick cream...the proof of your love for him, and his love for you... hot and sticky, going down his throat-- Vil pants like he just ran a marathon, his dignity beaten, bruised and forgotten, and eagerly nods his head, his empty eyes never leaving the chalice.

"I asked you a question, you dumb bitch."

Immediately snapping back to attention at the sound of your cold voice, Vil looks up at you and smiles sultrily through the drool and the tears, wiggling his ass as if to tempt you, "Yes, please master ♡ aaah~" he opens his pink mouth and sticks out his tongue, looking more like a dog than a man.

You bring the chalice to his lips and smile when Vil doesn’t even flinch. The smell is so pungent, but he doesn't seem to notice as he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of sperm.

The realization that he’s doing something so fucked up with you makes his cock throb once again. How many times can a man come in one day? Vil shakes and struggles to keep himself propped up on his elbows, his head shuts down and he swallows another mouthful of cum. A dry orgasm. Sweat runs down his shoulders and back and he gleefully looks up at you. His fingers twitch, tears spill from his eyes, the thought of being fucked by you until he dies burns every one of his synapses and he sighs, disappointed that nothing came out. Ah...I cant drink like this.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴 𝓩𝓲𝓰𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You watch with mild interest as Sebek’s big frame convulses in his bondage, droplets of sweat running down his face and chest in wet little trails that make you want to lick him all over. ...Or fan him a bit with one of his notebooks, seeing as he looks like he might be on the verge of a heatstroke.

Your shibari technique has become quite refined, if you do say so yourself! Sebek can do nothing but jerk and squirm against the red rope that wraps around his body like a work of art, stuck on his knees in front of you with his hands tied firmly behind his back and his engorged dick bobbing up and down every time he convulses. The rope has worked some beautiful scarlet lines all over his pale skin. You can already tell he’ll make sure his clothes will cover them up properly, but the both of you will know that the harsh rope burns are there, and Sebek will go hard every time the friction against his shirt makes the pain flare up. It will be just another one of your dirty little secrets.

“Ah--! (y/n)-sama…hm!!” You mercifully lower the vibration of the toy stuck in his ass, giving him a few seconds to collect his thoughts (which are very few and far between). Then, just as he opens his mouth to beg for mercy, you flick the remote to the highest setting all in one go. Sebek screams and convulses once again, his face a sloppy mess as he’s brought violently to his climax, “I can’t...move….ah…now I’m...ah!”

But the satisfaction doesn’t come and Sebek is in shambles, tears falling down his cheeks in big, pathetic drops. The cock ring at the base of his member strains against the flow of blood trapped desperately in his shaft, his dick standing taller and harder than you’ve ever seen it. But you don’t remove the cock ring. You just stare at him with a sadistic twinkle in your eyes.

“Aaaah (y/n)-sama…!! this is too much...kuh--?!” Sebek jolts, eyes wide as he grits his teeth. Again?! His stupid moans fill the room, a concert of long and shaky ‘aaaahs’ and ‘ooohs’ as he sticks out his tongue and drools all over himself, “Ah! I’m going to cum!” He’s nothing short of delirious as an unsatisfying climax hits him again. his entire body tenses up only for a wave of desperation to come crashing into him as his cum remains cruelly trapped inside his dick. Won’t come out won’t come out won’t come out! He sobs, giving you a pleading look from under his wet lashes, “(y/n)-sama...there is sho much of you i-inside m-my head!” He’s not making sense anymore. Sebek vaguely recognizes this, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing he wants right now is to cum his brains out here on his knees in front of you.

“Aww, you’re so cute.” You lower the intensity of the vibrator and reach out to gently pat his head. Sebek immediately nuzzles into your hand, like a big, affectionate dog. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll make you come right away.” You wipe a tear away with your thumb and almost burst out laughing at the look of immense relief that immediately crosses his face.

“Aah...! Thank you very much! Thank you very--” Sebek’s voice dies in his throat as he watches you get up and walk away, exiting the room without looking back. For a brief, heartbreaking moment he thinks you're going to leave him there. Panic settles in his stomach the more you linger, so far away from him, too far away from him…

But then you come back, casually tossing the jacket of his school uniform in front of him and Sebek exhales a loud sigh of relief. He doesn’t get it.

“I’m turning it up again, Sebek.” You wave the vibrator’s remote in front of his face and he gulps nervously, but still gives you an eager nod of his head. Despite the warning, he’s not prepared for how terribly you tease him in the moments that follow. His voice comes out louder and louder as you turn the vibration up and down, up and down. The uneven rhythm makes Sebek see stars, his shoulders lock up painfully, his mind spirals down a filthy, lusty hole as he calls out your name like he’s praying. He’s so close. And when he does cum, he lets out the loudest scream yet, jerking forward so violently you worry for a second he might lose his balance and hit his forehead against the ground.

He doesn’t. His torso jerks forward and his head hangs heavy, his disheveled hair dripping with sweat and obscuring his eyes as he recoils from his earth shattering orgasm. Sebek blinks in and out of consciousness, barely registering the feeling of his cum leaking out of his dick in long spurts. Still coming out… he licks his salty lips, amazed by how much cum you can pull out of him.

That’s when he sees it, at the corner of his hazy vision. His semen splattered all over his uniform. All over his Diasomnia. Sebek takes long, heavy breaths, feeling something in his mind dissolve. Something important, like a part of him.

“Sebek, you’re so dirty.” You smile sweetly at him, like an angel he thinks, even as you bring the dirty jacket up to his face, right under his nose. “Clean it up.”

He slowly tilts his head up, his body is so tired it feels like he’s drowning in quicksand, then he sticks his tongue out and methodically wipes the semen off the fabric, looking up at you from time to time to see if he’s pleasing you. The tip of his tongue tastes like something bitter mixed with fabric freshener. His hot breaths puff up as soon as they come out of his mouth and he can feel himself getting hard again. As his thoughts turn to lascivious little scenarios of you making him climax over and over again, he obediently licks his cum off of something that was important to him once. Oh well. It’s not you, so he can’t really bring himself to care.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Ruggie couldn’t stand your fingers inside him at first. He would get so nervous, trying to deflect every time you brought up wanting to play with his ass, like it was this sort of disgraceful thing he didn’t even want to think about. It’s not like he was afraid of letting you have his way with him (he sure enjoyed it when you rode him into unconsciousness), it’s just that… he was already so scrawny, he didn’t want you thinking he was some sort of pathetic, needy loser, no matter how much he loved to let you take control.

...But that feels like such a long time ago. He was a total moron.

Ruggie lets out a quiet moan and bites his index finger, his heart beating like a war drum against his ribcage as your slick fingers stretch his asshole. Fuck, this is the best, he raises his back in a pretty arch, licking his lips as you scissor him gently. You pump two fingers in and out of him, stretching him nice and slow and Ruggie responds to your playful ministrations by thrusting his hips into your hand, his mouth falling open and his tail trembling slightly under him. He makes the most beautiful face, cloud-colored eyes glossy and unfocused, his tiny fangs barely visible behind his parted lips, then you suddenly push against his prostate and he throws his head back, drool dripping down the corner of his lips.

The squelching sounds of your lubed fingers sliding in and out of his asshole almost make him cum on the spot. “(y/n)...” He pants and squirms in front of you, his hips going numb as your fingers pick up the pace. “Use my ass every day~” He thrusts back into your fingers without shame, his cock bouncing with every shake of his vulgar hips, “Stretch my asshole every day and make me remember that it’s yours...” Ruggie spreads his legs wider, making an obscene M shape as he leaks precum all over himself.

“You’re such a good boy…” You coo down at him, deceivingly tender as your fingers pick up the pace and mercilessly tease his prostate. Your boyfriend grits his teeth and twitches wildly at the sudden, relentless stimulation, back arching off the bed as the ache in his dick becomes unbearable. You don’t even need to touch it before he explodes, climaxing purely from having you play with his slutty asshole.

The sheets are a mess, soaked in his sweat. Ruggie falls back into the bed and stares up at the ceiling, the erotic smile you gave him as you watched him cum swimming in front of his eyes like a filthy movie on loop. You tap his cheek and he immediately gives you his full attention. You’re the best, he gives you a dopey smirk as he takes your fingers into his mouth, happily sucking on your fingertips as his eyes slowly go down the length of your body, So sexy.

“My lovely baby… you’re hungry, aren’t you?” You give his dick a few pumps and he shivers, muttering something about being ‘still sensitive’, then you bring your dirty hand up to his lips.

Ruggie blinks owlishly at you, looking at your fingers with a tired yet curious expression. His eyes go from your fingers to your face then back down again. You-- you want me to…? His head still feels like mush because of you, his thoughts are all jumbled and sluggish. He lacks the energy to make any coherent decisions at the moment, so he does the only thing he can do. He dazedly opens his mouth and gasps when you shove your fingers inside. The bitter taste hits him immediately and he recoils, but your hand mercilessly follows.

Drool drips down your fingers as he whines, his dick getting hard again as you start fucking his mouth with cum coated fingers. Whimpering in the back of his throat, Ruggie surrenders to his libido and swirls his tongue around your fingers, spreading his cum all over the walls of his hot mouth.

You move to pull your fingers away and he chases, sucking on your skin like a baby and giving your fingers little love bites. “Ah!...No…” He cries when you finally pull away, a thick string of saliva and semen connecting his lips and your fingers, “(y/n)....oh fuck, there’s no way I ain’t gonna get hooked on this…” His tail swishes excitedly against the bed as he watches you scoop up more of his cum.

This time he opens wide before you even have time to raise your hand, his eager face dripping with all sorts of fluids. So hungry...

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

It says a lot.about the kind of conqueror you are, when you've managed to tease Jamil into obedience.

He looked so uncomfortable in this position at first, the embarrassed scowl on his face as he glared at you from over his shoulder only making the curve of his back and his vulnerable ass look that much more adorable.

Wrists bound tightly under the wooden seesaw, Jamil is forced to lean his chest on the plank for support as his naked lower half is left standing, legs spread and ass in the air, completely vulnerable. You knew your boyfriend was athletic, but you're still impressed he's managed to stand in that position for so long without his legs giving out. Especially considering how badly his legs are shaking.

All of him is shaking, really. His shoulders, his hips, his leaking cock, there is not a centimetre on his body that's not trembling like a leaf. The three vibrators you stuffed in his ass have finally destroyed his composure after hours of sexual torture. What...is...this...! The repeated orgasms are wrecking his body and with the way he's crying and moaning like a wanton bitch you think his brain might be fried too. Ho-how…? I've become...a weird person...

The vibrators all work at a different speeds to keep your precious Jamil on his toes. You've kept them from falling out of his ass by blocking his hole with tape. It looks like a cute little button, and you sometimes push on it and make Jamil cry out in pure bliss. The pressure against his prostate is too much. Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch! Jamil sticks his tongue out and goes cross eyed, desperately pushing back with his ass as he greedily tries to scrape for more stimulation. His poor, abused dick throbs cutely, but nothing comes out. Still, Jamil feels so amazing he thinks he might pass out. He pants and rests his head on the plank, sweat and drool darkening the wood under him, So good…

He barely registers it when you move in front of him, hypnotized by the quiet buzzing of the vibrators stuck in his ass.

“Are you having fun, Jamil?” You tap his forehead and he slowly moves his clouded eyes to look up at you. “I have a present for you, you know! It’s your reward for accepting all my love like a good boy.”

You suddenly place something in front of him and Jamil stops thinking entirely. What...is that…? He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand anything anymore, every cell in his body is screaming at him to look away but he just can’t, like he’s swallowed poison and is now completely paralyzed. He raises his head and the smell of sex hits him right in the face.

The sight of his favorite snapback filled with cum lights his body up again, Jamil shivers and lets out a string of soft, quiet gasps as he comes all over himself, I’ve been filling this up...all this time… “Aah...haha…” his eyelids slide halfway shut. The dark blush that paints the bridge of his nose and the sweat that drips off his chin make him look so indecent you almost feel like taking a picture.

Slowly, like he's pretending to be conflicted, Jamil lowers his head and sticks his tongue out, gasping when he laps up the first little mouthful of cum. “Ah…” It tastes horrible, how do you always swallow when he comes into your mouth...? Jamil takes another lick, and another, “Ah...ah…” it’s so sticky and unpleasant when it goes down his throat. The vibrators in his ass feel oddly comforting now, tears start running down his face and his mind goes blank. It’s delicious.

“Ha…...haa....agh--!” He splutters when your hand slams his face down into the hat, eyes going wide as his chin splashes ungraciously into the pool of cum. He coughs and struggles but you keep him pinned down, forcing him to gulp in large mouthfuls of semen. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he struggles to breathe. His cum is everywhere-- in his nostrils, on his cheeks, it sticks to the roof of his mouth and down the walls of his throat, Jamil keeps on choking and spluttering, and just as he feels his consciousness drift away, you forceful pull his head up by his braids.

He coughs violently, barely registering the pain in his scalp, his blood pumping with adrenaline. He looks more unfocused than ever, eyes like dark glass and strings of warm cum covering his pretty face, the white of his semen striking against his tan skin.

You give him a fond look and lightly shake that head of his you just fucked stupid, "Was it really good, baby?"

Jamil chuckles softly, he sluggishly moves to lean closer to you, but his bound wrists stop him from going far. God, he really wants to touch you. "Really good, master…"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst #ruggie bucchi #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #sebek zigvolt #citrus #gn!reader #scenario #FANGIRL SQUEALS #WHO'S A GOOD BOY?? WHO'S A GOOD BOY????#JAMIL IS!!! <33333 #anyways for my subby readers #the next few posts are for you i promise

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itslittlegiggle · 4 years

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The Medic Tent

A/N: yooo i finally got around to this lovely prompt! i literally love the idea of Percy and Will teaming up to annoy Nico. i hope you enjoy it <333

One of the things Nico enjoyed doing the most in his free time was watching Will work.

Though no crazy wars were currently raging, the medics from Apollo’s cabin were kept on their toes. There were always campers with minor injuries popping into their little medic tent, cuts and bruises and burns from training and camp activities. Occasionally a broken bone or serious concussion would need a little more medical attention, but generally it was all stuff the healers could handle quickly.

And maybe Nico was biased, but he thought Will was especially good at what he did. He never tired of watching the older boy wrap bandages on arms and legs, fingers careful but so quick it was hard to see what he was doing sometimes, or the gentle way he cleaned wounds as he smiled and tried to reassure nervous campers.

In quiet moments the two got to spend some private time together; other days so many campers needed attending to for injuries it made Nico tired just watching Will work, but Will seemed so in place and so happy that Nico couldn’t help admiring him. There were also days when Nico wanted to strangle him because Will decided teasing Nico and getting under his skin was the best pastime.

And some days, if the Fates were really feeling like making Nico suffer, Percy would pop in to say hi, and Will and Percy would have a glorious time annoying Nico to the point where he wanted to strangle them.

Today was one of those days.

It had been a quiet morning; no campers had needed to be tended to yet, so it was just Nico and Will in the medic tent. Nico sat on top of an empty cot and watched Will roll up extra rolls of bandages and sanitize medical supplies. They were chatting away about Gods knows what - Mythomagic or new medical techniques or whatever - when Percy decided to grace the two boys with his presence.

“Hey dudes. What’s hanging?”

“Restock day,” Will responded, grinning as Percy walked over and sat in a chair next to the cot Nico was on.

“Nice. Is it any fun?”

“I guess,” Will said, starting to cross back and forth across the tent space to move the bandages and supplies he’d been working on onto a shelf.

“Do you get bored watching him?” Percy asked Nico. “Or is there ever, like, a cool new medical tool that looks more like a torture device that you get to test out or new vitamins that turn your skin blue or something?”

Nico rolled his eyes. “No, Percy. We mostly just patch up campers and organize supplies.”

“We? I think you mean he,” Percy teased, gesturing to Will. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nurture someone. Dunno if you’re the healing type, Nico.”

Nico blushed. “I’ve seen the dead plants in your cabin,” he retorted. “I don’t think you could nurture anybody back to health, either.

“Whatever, Mr. Death Boy,” Percy said, poking Nico in the side and laughing loudly when it made the boy jolt and yelp out a hey!

“Aww, is the scawy Ghost King a wittle tickwish?” Gods, Nico hated that Percy couldn’t stop laughing - because that meant he found it amusing, which meant he would never leave it alone. Ever.

“Oh, very,” Will interjected as he walked past the cot to put bandages on a shelf. “You didn’t know? It’s quite cute.”

“Will. Shut up.”

Will smirked at the Nico and crossed the room again to grab more bandages to put away. “You should see what happens when you touch his neck.”

As the first protests fell from Nico’s lips, a huge scowl on his face, Percy did just that; all he did was swipe some fingers on the side of Nico’s neck, and the boy squashed Percy’s fingers when his shoulder automatically shot up. And then Nico giggled, he giggled, which was already enough to make him want to go to the Underworld and never return, and he couldn’t seem to push Percy’s hand away. Eventually he leaned so far back trying to escape the ticklish feeling on his neck he was laying down on the cot.

“Awesome,” Percy grinned. “Where else?”

“Knees,” Will called out casually, like Percy had asked where to find tissues and Will was simply telling him oh, top drawer on the right.

Nico tried to sit up so he could scramble away, hopefully out of the country, when Percy’s hand clamped down just above one of Nico’s knees and he squealed like a kid. Which, of course, only encouraged Percy to keep going. Nico tried to call out some threats to the older boys, but instead his cackling rose in pitch and his leg spasmed.

And to make things worse, Percy was enjoying himself. “Where is he the worst?” He asked Will.

“Two places. Here, I’ll show you.”

“Will,” Nico managed to growl (though he didn’t sound very menacing because of his squeaky giggles), “don’t you even da - no, Wihill!”

Nico’s giggles soared into full-on laughter as Will grabbed at the middle of his belly, clawing quickly around the soft expanse. Nico tried to push his hand away, kick him in the gut, anything to get him to stop, but he was too weak with laughter to do anything.

And Gods, now Percy was cooing, and Nico was sure he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

“Where’s the other place? Percy asked.

“Will,” Nico gasped, “ahah, quit it!”

“Hip.” Will popped the p as he began to repeatedly jab Nico in the dip of one of his hips with his index finger. Nico started laughing harder than Percy had probably ever seen him laugh, and he could hear Percy laughing as well while he mirrored Will’s finger jabbing on Nico’s other hip.

And then one of them was clawing at Nico’s belly again while the other dug their thumbs into his hips, and he couldn’t even tell who was doing which because he was laughing so hard he couldn’t open his eyes. After a few more attempts at yelling out threats the boys stopped, and Nico tried to collect himself as he attempted to cease his residual giggles.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had,” Percy grinned. “You sound so, like, happy and cute and when you laugh. Y’know, like a normal kid.”

“It’s pretty great,” Will responded, and Nico just groaned as he sat up again, glaring at them.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” Nico threatened, pointing a finger at them. “I will literally overrun your cabins with zombies.” The boys only laughed, Will throwing an arm around Nico’s shoulders and kissing the crown of his head. “I can’t make any promises.”

“Me neither,” Percy said. “That was too fun.”

And though Nico was tired and embarrassed and a little frazzled, he couldn’t stay mad for long. He still punched Will in the arm, though.

It was never a dull day in the medical tent.

#percyjackson!tickling #heroesofolympus!tickling #ticklish!nicodiangelo #ticklish!nico #Nico di Angelo #Percy Jackson #Will Solace #tickle fic #Tickling #Heroes of Olympus #solangelo #solangelo!tickling

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Stray Kids Reaction to S/o Being a Ballet Dancer

A/n: I'm assuming this means like pointe dancer and/or principal dancer??? Anyway!!! Hope you like it bb!! I had fun doing this one!❤❤❤

Requested by: @desertofdessert (thank you bb! feel free to request again! this was so fun!!)

Chan:

Chan watched you gather up stuff and put it in the huge dance bag you carried. Unfortunately, you couldn’t spend Chan’s day off with him. It was just one of those times when your schedules didn’t match up. Chan totally understood. If you managed with his busy schedule than he could deal with yours. He also understood the expectations you were under as a principal dancer.

While he never was in the position himself, he has taken many ballet and modern dance classes when he was in Australia, so he knew how intense your job was. He also knew how short your performing career might be. “Why don’t you come with me?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts.

“To practice? Won’t I get in the way of the others.”

You shook your head and tossed an extra water bottle over to him. “I’m just going for a solo run.” Chan smiled and jumped off the couch, following your out the door and to the studio your company rehearsed in. He watched in fascination as you stretched and slipped your pointe shoes on. For the next hour, Chan sat against the mirror and quietly watched in adoration as you danced across the floor.

“You wanna try?”

You had the brightest smile on your face as you pulled him up from the floor. You guided him through some steps and giggled as his technique was a little rusty. The two of you danced and laughed for the next couple of hours. You caught his eyes in the mirror as he held your waist to support your feet transition. A blush crept onto his cheek when you reached behind you and ghosted your hand over his cheek, coming down off your toes.

You did so in a way that was so graceful and almost like a dance move in itself. It sent chills down his spine. He loved seeing you in your element. You turned into a different person when you were dancing, he loved seeing you confident and moving without hesitation. He loved seeing your smile as he assisted you through a posse turn. You practically lit up the entire room.

I cant believe some people forget Chris has some classical dance training. I love thinking about him as modern dancer like wow

Minho:

Being a dancer himself, Minho loved how passionate you were about your art. He loved that he could have someone to go to the gym with and would understand having to go on crazy diets. It definitely helped his motivation with you to keep in him in check and vice versa.

However, what he didn’t like was your schedule. Usually, he came home late, and you left home early. He wasn’t the most touchy-feely person, but he did miss seeing you sometimes. So, he made a commitment to you that he would soon regret. There Minho was. At the studio with you. At five in the morning. “Only for you.” He muttered under his breath for the thousandth time.

It was really his idea. So he was to blame. He was the one who asked you to teach him a routine. However, he had no idea spinning on his bare feet would hurt so much. “You wanna try a lift?” You said coming beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

How were you not out of breath??????? Minho was sweating buckets under his jacket. “Hell yeah!” Why did he say that? That was not what he meant. He meant no. He meant let’s go back to bed like normal people. You explained to him how to do a pretty simple lift and how to get out of it. “Hold up. You want my hand where?” He asked with a mischievous smirk. You rolled your eyes and shoved him lightly.

“It’s a simple move. Let’s try just once- without the coupe turn.”

Minho laughed and nodded. He followed your instruction, watching in the mirror. As directed he placed his left hand around your abdomen and this right secured tightly over your right thigh. “Okay and now you lift up and dip.”

“Which way?”

“Forward and down. Duh.”

“DOWN. WHAT IF I DROP YOU ON YOUR HeAd??”

“You’ll do fine, Minho.” Carefully, he lifted you and he was surprised feeling the muscles of your stomach tighten and hold yourself up in his arms even as he dipped you. “See! You did awesome.” You laughed when you saw his terrified face in the mirror.

Changbin:

Changbin was ecstatic when he found out you were a ballerina. He was so proud of you. After that, he never missed one of your shows. He was always seated front and center with the goofiest, most proud grin on his face waiting for the lights to go down. He also makes you sign his program for every show. He keeps every single one of the programs and he says he wants to make a collage to frame for you.

He does worry about you often, knowing how strict your career is. He knows your schedule almost better than he knows his own. He’ll constantly check up on you and send you a text reminding you that you have to change out your toe pads and drink water.

You smiled hearing your boyfriend’s ringtone as you exited the rehearsal room. “Hi, Binnie! Where are you?” You giggled hearing he was waiting outside for you. He greeted you with a sweet kiss and wrapped his arms around you, blocking the cold air from penetrating your thin sweater.

“I’m buying you dinner. Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the nearest hole in the wall restaurant he could find. He frowned when you ordered so little to eat. He sent you a stern glare as the waiter took away your menu. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when you saw his face.

“Bin, I’ve got a dress and corset to fit into! Don’t worry, I remember our rule.” When you and Bin started dating he came up with this rule he was adamant you follow, especially while you were prepping for a show. He had a rule that you couldn’t walk away from the table if there was still food on your plate. He instituted the rule when he figured out you weren’t finishing meals the closer a show was.

Towards the end of your meal, you smiled as Changbin placed a generous piece of his food onto your plate. You picked it up and ate it gratefully. You frowned when he placed another piece on your almost empty plate without looking up from his food. Again you ate the food, honoring his rule. This time your boyfriend held eye contact with you as he dropped a huge piece of food on your plate.

“YAH SEO CHANGBIN!”

“WHAT?”

Hyunjin:

When Hyunjin met you he was instantly fascinated by you. When he found out you were a professional dancer the man was immediately whipped. However, he was so obsessed with the fact with the idea of being the perfect dancing couple he forgot to ask what kind of dancer you were.

You had nothing to do today. Hyunjin was busy with schedules today and couldn’t come over. You had an audition coming up for the lead in Cinderella so you figured now would be a good time to practice. You had bought this apartment specifically for the fact that the living room was huge and had nice real wood floors.

Pushing all the furniture out of the way you cleared a large enough space to dance in. Pulling out your semi-new pointe shoes you started prepping them. The room started to smell a little like burning fabric as you burned the frayed edges of your ribbons. A rich sound rang throughout your apartment as you banged the pleats of your shoes on the floor.

Music filled your apartment as you went through your audition routine. You focused on your turnout, keeping it perfectly positioned throughout your movements. You pushed up on relevae and into an arabesque keeping your core tight and leg high and elegant.

“Hey Y/n, Surpris- HOLY WHAT THE GOOD CLEAR PANTS OF JYP???”

You turned to find Hyunjin staring at you with his jaw dropped in shock. Turning off the music you walked over to your boyfriend with a smile and kissed his cheek. He still stood frozen like the drama queen he was. “Hi, honey! How are you?” He blinked and stared at you. He stepped away and took in all of you, his eyes lingering on your shoes.

“This is not what I expected......but I am so impressed right now.”

You smiled and pulled him down to kiss you, but he stopped your motion. “Nuh-uh. That’s cheating. You gotta work for it now.” He smirked down at you. With a giggle you rose in your shoes and kissed him, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

Jisung:

Your relationship with Jisung was almost as old as the both of you. You had always been friends since before you could remember and Jisung could even remember you telling him about your very first dance class. You remembered him kissing you after your first lead performance and his cheeky smile when you and to stand on pointe to reach his lips at the time.

Jisung loved to watch you dance. It was maybe one of his favorite things in the entire world. He was always proudest when he was watching you float across a dance floor or stage. He was captivated by how powerful you were and what you could make your body do. However, there was another side to it...

“Ji...” You said walking through the door of your shared apartment. Hearing his nickname he jumped off the couch and took your bag off your shoulders. As the days grew closer to your shows he made sure to always be home before you. Even if that meant him getting up at three or four am to go back to the studio. You kissed his cheek with a huge grin and watched with adoration as he put your stuff on the table and picked you up and hurried you over to the couch as carefully as possible.

“Baby, I’m not glass. I can walk!”

“WE MUST PROTECT THE MERCHANDISE OKAY!”

When you were seated he grabbed the several ice packs from the freezer and made sure that he had enough to switch out later. You giggled watching him scramble to take care of you. Carefully, he took off your sneakers and winced at the red spots on your ankles and feet. “Ji- I can ice my own feet. I’ve been doing it for years-”

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, WOMAN!”

You laughed and pulled him to your lips by the collar of his shirt. You loved that he knew your schedule. Even before you had moved in together Ji had known your schedule after ballet. Ice, eat, ice, stretch, ice and review rehearsal footage, then sleep. “How was your day?” He asked pecking your lips again. You smiled and looked into his soft brown eyes.

“Fantastic now.”

Felix:

Felix and you had been friends long before he made it big in the music industry. He always knew you danced, but until you started dating a couple months ago he had never really taken an interest in your dancing. Not because he didn’t care. He was just so god damn busy. He felt kind of bad that you didn’t even expect him to take an interest.

You never asked him to come to a show. You never really talked about rehearsals unless it conflicted with setting up a date, and you never danced in front of him. So, he was determined to change that. You came to the JYP practice room straight from rehearsal as Felix had asked.

You greeted the boys as the left the studio and found Felix standing by the mirror messing with his phone. He jumped when you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Ready to go, Lix?” You asked after kissing his cheek. “Actually,” He said turning around.

“We are gonna have our date here. You are gonna teach me about ballet!” You laughed and kissed him with a bright smile. You knew he wouldn’t last more than two hours. An hour later, Felix had shed his hoodie and was sweating through his tank top while you stood happily in your leggings and pointe shoes. You had to admit he was doing better than you thought.

“Oh my god! How do your feet open like that, you mutant!” Felix cried out trying to stay in first position.

However, when it came to actually dancing, Felix was fascinated. It was so different from how he danced. Felix had surprisingly good extension and he got some pretty good air on a couple leaps. And he loved watching you dance-especially when you went up on your toes. He thought you looked beautiful and elegant.

“That’s it I can’t take it. Take me home.”

“Great! Now I can teach you the second half of ballerina life.”

“What’s that?”

“Ice.”

I've low-key wanted to do a Felix ballet au bc gosh darn he is just so elegant and wooooooooww ballet!felix

Seungmin:

Seungmin loved watching you dance. The two of you didn’t live together yet, so he took every opportunity to see you dance anytime he could. He came to all of your shows and you practically had to kick him out of your closed rehearsals. For his birthday (per his request) you choreographed and performed a routine to his favorite Day6 song.

Date nights for the two of you usually happen after your rehearsals end and consist of your icing your body on the couch with Seungmin next to you, either watching a movie or talking and eating takeout.

“Seungmin? Are you here?” You called out into your apartment. Sounds from the kitchen confirmed the presence of your boyfriend. “Minnie?” You dropped your bag by the door and took off your shoes. Seungmin shuffled out of your kitchen with two mugs of tea in hand.

“What are we doing tonight?” He asked, setting the tea on your coffee table. He sighed when he saw the innocent smile on your face. “Really......again?” He laughed when you nodded excitedly.

“Fine.”

You cheered as he went to get ice packs and you pulled up Centerstage on Netflix. Seungmin was a good sport. This was probably the twenty-sixth time he had seen this film since dating you. He knew that the movie made you happy, especially if you had a rough day at rehearsals.

“Man, Cooper gets douchier and douchier every time we watch this.” Seungmin sighed, his arm around you.

“Yeah and Charlie gets dreamier and dreamier.”

“What?”

“What-”

Jeongin:

Jeongin watched the video you sent him with a huge smile on his face. You were on tour with your company, so you couldn’t be with him for a few days. Even though you were still in the country, he really missed seeing you.

It was so weird for him to not pick you up from practice. His eyes twinkled as he watched you dance across the backstage area of a venue. He smiled when he saw you rush back over to your phone and wave to him with a happy grin. The video was sent two days ago. You had talked earlier that day but he still missed you.

“Jeongin,” His attention snapped away from his phone and to Chan towering above him. His hyung helped him stand up and clapped him on the back. “Ready to go back to practice?” Jeongin sighed and nodded. “Hey, I’ve got a surprise for you,” Chan said running to his bag.

“Chan I’m just kind of depressed with Y/n away for so long.”

“I know. That’s why we are going to Y/n’s next show.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened as he watched Chan pull out two tickets to your show, Giselle. After practice, Chan drove the two boys two hours away to your venue to see her perform. Jeongin watched you dance across the stage with bright eyes. He loved watching you become the character of Giselle, though he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the man who played your fiance.

When he and Chan surprised you backstage, you jumped into his arms and kissed him all over. “Innie! You came!” He smiled and wouldn’t stop talking about how fantastic you were.

“Y/n! Oh my god! You were so good! The whole leap thing, and your turns! And the thing with the lift- it was so cool! You did incredible baby!”

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The Archer -Part Three

Warnings: language, violence, some cringe (because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted for this story two months ago when I wrote) lil bits of fluff?

Part Two Part Four

Word Count: 2233

Tag List: @idkmanicantenglish @kishony-the-geek @catxsnow (you’d probably kick me if I didn’t tag you lol)

A/N: I cringe at little bits of this, and I am sorry for some of it. This was written over two months ago when I was still trying to get a feel for the story and how I wanted to write the characters, maybe I’ll throw up chapter four later???

Chapter Three

Rory looked around her new room, it was about the same size as her room back in Queen Manor. There was a bed with a neutral color bedspread and several pillows, with a night stand on both sides of the bed. Each nightstand had a lamp on it and a vase of flowers, probably put there by Alfred. Rory smiled at the Daisies in the vase, Oliver must have told him they were her favorite. Leaning down, she took in the sweet floral smell that reminded her of home. Across the room was a desk with a TV mounted on the wall above it with the remotes resting below it. To the left of it was a dresser set with a vanity, and to the right were two doors.

Walking over she opened one door and saw that it was a massive walk in closet full of racks and drawers and shelves all for her clothes. Did Rory even have enough clothes to fill this thing, she had no idea. All she brought were three suitcases of clothes and other necessities that she needed. Oliver told her that if she needed more, just to let him know and he would have it shipped immediately. Closing the closet door, she opened the second door and saw an attached bathroom with two sinks, a toilet and a shower with a tub.

Looking through the cabinets, they were stocked with the basic essentials. Of course, she had brought her own bathroom stuff, Rory preferred to use her stuff; it was best suited for her hair and it was her favorite scent.

Leaving the bathroom, Rory walked over to the large window and pulled back the curtains. She opened the balcony door and her jaw dropped, the view out her balcony was breathtaking. Of course, Wayne Manor was a ways away from Gotham City, but she could still see the skyline in the distance among the beautiful scenery. There was a forest, a waterfall with a small lake under it. Her view at Queen Manor was beautiful, but it was nothing like this.

Tim stood outside her bedroom door, debating if he wanted to knock or not. He was sure that Rory was settling herself in, but Bruce had wanted them all down in the Batcave for a meeting and that included Rory. After a few moments, he raised his hand and knocked.

There was no answer.

He knocked twice more, and still no answer.

At this point Tim decided to open the door ever so slightly and poke his head in and across the room stood Rory on her balcony, her brown hair blowing in the breeze. Deciding to invite himself in, he opened the door fully and walked across the room and stopped behind her. If Rory knew he was there, she didn’t show any sign.

He put a hand on her shoulder, and felt Rory tense at his touch.

Quickly, Rory grabbed his hand putting her elbow above his hand and turned, putting him into a wrist lock. Tim let out a yelp in surprise and craned his neck to look at her with wide eyes. “Rory, it’s just me.” He said quickly.

Immediately, Rory let him go. “Sorry Tim, just surprised.” She said with a shrug.

Tim let out a laugh. “Yeah, I can tell.” He stood up and circulated his shoulder. “Good hold though, but I could have totally kicked your ass if I wanted to.”

Rory rolled her eyes. “Sure, you could computer boy, what’d you need?” A smile graced her face, watching Tim stretch out his shoulder.

“Bruce wants us all down in the cave, so I came to get you.” He explained. “I think it has to do with patrol tonight.”

Rory gave him a nod “Lead the way youngling.” She grinned.

Tim huffed a laugh. “I am only 10 months younger than you; you know?” He led the way out of the room with Rory shutting the door behind them. The two of the walked down to the cave, Rory trying to memorize the way in the massive manor.

“Don’t worry, I got lost my first few weeks here. If you yell loud enough, someone will come find you.” He chuckled, watching Rory who responded by sticking her tongue out at him making him laugh harder.

“I’ll make sure that I yell loud enough so you can come rescue me.” She smiled, keeping step with him as they descended the stairs into the cave.

When they came into the opening, what Rory saw was much different than the Arrow Cave. First off, it was an actual cave and where those bats at the top? Oli always said that Bruce was one for the flair and aesthetic and boy he wasn’t kidding. The entire cave was dark, but still teched out.

There were several computers set ups, but the biggest was in the middle. Beyond that was where all the vehicles were with an exit to the cave.

Tim looked at Rory and saw the shocked look on her face and laughed again. “It’s a bit much on first glance, right?”

Rory gave him a nod. “Much different than the Arrow Cave, considering this is an actual cave. Arrow Cave is basically the basement.”

Looking below, there was a training section with multiple different assets to it designed to each member of the bat family and their attributes. Currently, Dick was working with Damian on hand to hand with Steph working on her own. Jason sat off to the side, cleaning something that Rory couldn’t see. Bruce was sat with Barbara at the computer, and looked up to see Rory and Tim walking down to them.

“Good, everyone is here. Let’s get started.” He called.

Dick, Damian and Steph all stopped what they were doing; Steph wiping the sweat from her brow. Jason made no move to get up, but lifted his head to see what was up. Tim and Rory stopped in front of Bruce, awaiting his instructions.

“As you might have figured out already, Rory will be working with us during patrol but we can not just send her out into the field without some kind of assessment. I’m not sure how Oliver ran things, but we do have rules here, Rory.” He said, turning his attention to her.

“I’ll be honest, I doubt they are much different than his. Main one is no killing, right?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Bruce gave her a nod. “Yes. I’m going to be testing you over the next few days to see if you are up to par with the others. Each of them fights differently, so it will show how well you adapt to other’s fighting technique.” He explained. “Do you understand so far?”

Rory gave him a salute. “Yes sir, Batman sir.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes, as everyone but Damian fought to keep their giggles in.

“I brought your suit down here already, it’s set up in its own case ready to go. First, we will be testing your fighting skills. Alfred already brought down some clothes for you to work out in. Go change and report back here.” He ordered.

Rory saluted him yet again and grabbed the clothes Alfred was holding and went to change. The outfit consisted of a straight black razor tank top with black leggings and of course black socks and shoes to match. Did this family wear anything other than black?

She walked back, and began putting her hair up in a ponytail so it would stay out of her face. Everyone was waiting for her outside the boxing ring and she could hear them talking quietly.

“How well do you think she is going to do?” Dick asked, his voice still hushed.

“I doubt she will be able to stop all of us, I mean she is Oliver’s.” Jason said, leaning against the ring.

“She seems formidable enough, she put me into a hold earlier. Her reflexes are quick.” Tim explained, crossing her arms.

Bruce stood there listening to their assessments and concerns. “You three are missing one very important point.” He said.

“What’s that? She looks like she can barely lift anything.” Damian huffed.

“I helped train her.”

The boys stood there with a shocked look on their face. They were about to open their mouths to ask questions, but Rory decided that this was the time to interrupt.

“He’s right. Bruce, Dinah and Oliver all trained me.” She said, crossing her arms with a raised brow.

The boys turned to look at her, Stephanie and Barbara trying to hide a laugh.

“You knew she was there the whole time didn’t you B?” Jason asked.

“Of course, I did. Now, who’s first?” Bruce asked, looking between them.

“I vote Jason, he needs knocked down a few pegs.” Tim piped up.

“Why you little-“ Jason started for Tim but Bruce stopped him.

“Go ahead Jason.” Bruce said, with a smile. Jason let out a huff and climbed into the ring. “You coming princess?” he called.

Rory rolled her eyes, and climbed into the ring. “What? Afraid that you’re going to get your ass beat by a girl half your size?” she taunted.

Jason laughed, “I’m not afraid of anything, sweetheart.”

Rory let a grin grow on her face. “We’ll test that theory.” She put out a hand and beckoned him forward.

The two of the charged at the other, Jason reaching for her shoulders. Rory dropped to the floor using her momentum and slid between his legs knocking them out from under him, sending Jason to the ground with a loud thud.

Dick winced, that sounded like it hurt.

Jason got up quickly and charged at her once again, making sure that she couldn’t go between his legs again. Expecting this, Rory went to punch his stomach. Jason caught her hands and turned her around so her back was pressed to his chest, holding her arms tight across her chest.

“Give up yet princess?” he taunted.

“Last chance Jason, give up and I’ll let your comment slide.” She countered, blowing a few strands out of her face.

“Not happening.”

Rory grinned once again and used her strength and Jason’s weight against him, bending forward as Jason flew over back and onto the floor. Wrapping herself around him, Rory had Jason in a head lock on the floor between her legs using all her strength to keep him pinned making him tap out after a few seconds.

Rory let him go and stood up, “Should have taken that chance, princess.” She grinned and grabbed her bottle of water taking a drink, watching Jason rub his neck.

“I’ll get you next time.” He said hopping out, making Rory laugh.

Jason was the quickest to be pinned, with Stephanie, Tim, Damian and Dick following respectively. Watching Dick do all those flips gave Rory a headache, but once she calculated where he was going to land after each flip Dick was down.

Stephanie was hard because she was just as small as Rory was, if not smaller and she could maneuver was easier than Rory had expected. Tim only took so long because he was analyzing her the way she analyzed him and the others and he was able to land a few hits on her. Damian was a struggle because he was smaller than her, but he had extensive training outside of Bruce and he was a force to be reckoned with.

Rory was taking another drink of water when Bruce climbed into the ring. “Ready to go down again, Bats?” she said, putting her bottle down.

Bruce let out a chuckle. “Think you can get lucky twice?”

“That wasn’t luck, you’re just losing your touch old man.” She taunted.

Everyone on the side let out a laugh, quickly trying to hide it. Bruce stood there, waiting for Rory to attack. Rory was quiet and watched his movements with narrowed eyes, the tension in the air rising.

Then it happened all at once, Rory went to land several punched but Bruce blocked them all and grabbed her hand. Quickly, Rory jumped up and kicked him back with both feet making Bruce release the hold on her fist as she rolled backwards away. Getting up, she charged again and kicked Bruce swinging her other leg around to land a hit on his head but he caught her foot.

Rory let out a sheepish smile. “Hey, now Bruce. I need that.”

“I know, that’s why I caught it.” He said and pulled it, making Rory lose her balance and fall to the floor with a thud. “I thought I taught you better.” He said.

Rory let out a chuckle. “You did.” When she fell, no one notice that she managed to slip one of her shoes off. Gripping it tight in her hand, she raised her arm and threw it at his head making Bruce catch it. While he was distracted catching it, Rory got up and jumped onto his shoulder and flipped him to the floor, ending the fight.

Rory stood up again and glanced at the onlookers who stood there in shock. Bruce was defeated by a shoe?

Grabbing her shoe, Rory put it on and hopped out of the ring as Bruce stood up rubbing his head. “Nice distraction.”

“Like you said, you taught me better.” She grinned and took a seat.

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twiceblackvelvet · 4 years

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Cooking 101

request; Can I request something based on Chef Yuri where Yuri is trying to teach Y/N how to cook but she ends up almost burning the kitchen down? Y/N feels bad but Yuri thinks it’s the most hilarious thing to happen? Thank you!

a/n; thank you for this request anon, i had a lot of fun writing this. but i’m also taking it as an opportunity to say sub to yuri’s youtube channel you cowards! hope you enjoy!

tw // mentions of food.

It’s safe to say that cooking is not your forte. It never has been. The whole concept is something that you struggle to comprehend. The chefs you see on television or read books from always give a very thorough description of how to create a certain dish, the ingredients necessary, include the exact measurements and yet, what you end up would be better compared to something a dog may enjoy rather than haute cuisine.

There have been several instances where you’ve gotten lucky to even survive your time within a kitchen, honestly. But, for some bizarre reason that you’re scared to find out the answer to, Yuri has decided to offer you a lesson in creating what she called “simple dishes”. You’re not so convinced they will be.

The pristine appliances are the first thing you notice. The oven and hob clean enough to see your reflection in it. Various utensils line the walls hanging from hooks. Pots and pans all of the different shapes but all clean as a whistle. The counter-tops are made from wood and currently sporting an abundance of ingredients from fresh vegetables. poultry plus a rack of more spices than you’ve ever borne witness to.

“It’s nice, right?” Yuri asks from behind one of the counters. Her smile is wide with excitement as she removes a few tomatoes from the fridge beside her.

“Yeah, it’s pretty. Scary… but pretty.”

If you were to be honest with her, looking at how tidy everything is and how it’s decorated down to the smallest detail such as having framed recipes here and there on the walls, you’re rather worried that once you’re done it’s going to look like a scene from an action movie after the two main characters burst through glass windows to fight one another.

“Wash your hands and we can get started,” She points you over to where the sink is and you hesitantly head toward it. “There’s no reason to be scared, I’m going to be right here with you every step of the way.”

“You haven’t seen me cook before, Yuri. It’s the stuff of nightmares.”

“Well, I don't scare easily.” Her smile fills her face this time showing off her adorable cheeks you can’t help but smile back at. “Here, I brought along an extra, figured you don’t own one, what with your poisonous skills in here.”

Her right-hand holds out an apron toward you, pink in color with small yellow flowers dotted around the material. The one Yuri is sporting is similar except blue with red flowers. Trying to tie the straps around your waist even proves to be difficult which should have been a sign for Yuri to make a run for it there and then. However, she instead snakes her hands around your waist from in front of you and easily laces a knot with the strings to firmly hold your apron in place.

The proximity of her body and face to your own is more nerve-wracking than anything else and there’s a chance you may end up killing both of you off by the end of the day if anything is under-cooked or burnt to a crisp.

“Okay, so we’re gonna try three different courses, that way you’ll always be able to at least cook three dishes for any occasion, right?” Her enthusiasm is not matched whatsoever as your hands begin to involuntarily shake out of panic. The smile on her face fades as she takes notice of your nervousness. “Hey, come on, how bad can it be?”

“I could kill us both, burn the entire building down, you know? That sort of thing.” Yuri simply chuckles and moves back toward the fridge, this time removing peppers.

“You won’t kill us, come on. Let’s get started!”

For the next hour, that feels more like six, Yuri tells you about her influence from the different cuisines around the world, how she became so interested in cooking and about the story behind each meal the two of you will be attempting to replicate today. All in the calmest voice imaginable. Her hands quickly get to work on chopping up various vegetables, offering you the knife at one point only to have to guide you into doing the correct motion and not the “lose your fingers” style you had tried to do it with as she had called it.

The two of you eventually get started on the actual cooking portion of the day beginning with Hors d’Oeuvres, which turns out to be surprisingly easy, though it is the smallest dish of the three. Tuna and red pepper mousse tarts, which Yuri plates up to look elegant, which you learn is a skill in itself.

“Give it a try.” She says upon finishing up making everything look aesthetically pleasing.

The first bite immediately transports you elsewhere entirely. You’re sure that you can see stars and definitely can’t wrap your mind around the fact that the two of you, well, more so yourself, have managed to successfully make it. You never doubted Yuri would be able to do it. But yourself? There must be a glitch in the simulation somewhere.

“It’s amazing, you have to try it too!” You excitedly shout pushing the plate of food toward Yuri who has patiently watched your face contort with pleasure from the taste.

She quickly grabs one of the tarts for herself and joins you in salivating over how fresh it is. The two of you gush for a few more moments, happily enjoying the starter of your cooking experience. Maybe, things won’t be so bad after all. Or, maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

“Okay, so next, I want us to try roasted squid. So, why don’t you prepare the potatoes and chorizo whilst I work on the squid, deal?”

“Sure, sounds good.” You say with a little more confidence than previously.

You easily get to work on cutting up the potatoes and placing them into a pot of simmering water. The knife easily glides through the chorizo whilst using the technique that Yuri had showed you just earlier, and begins to sizzle away to itself in a cast-iron skillet she had pulled off a hook on the wall for you. It’s fairly easy this cooking thing, you think, perhaps all of those fears had been for no reason and that the right teacher was all you needed all along.

Yuri decides to turn on some music as the two of you work separately. It’s soothing and makes you feel calm and helps to erase any anxiety that was still lingering deep down. If cooking had been like this all the time, you’d have started a lot sooner and could have become a master chef by now. But alas, cooking alongside Yuri feels like a good exchange.

A few more minutes of stirring the chorizo idly, you realize why you were offered this job as it doesn’t take a lot of effort nor attention. It just hangs out in the pan casually making a few noises now and then, but other than that, it’s easy.

Well, it would have been easy, had you not allowed your mind to slip away for a little while too long and not noticed that the previously simmering water the potatoes were left in had now boiled and the lid had begun to shake from the pressure with all of the water threatening to spill out of it and burn not only yourself and Yuri, but also destroy all of her hard work to have a clean, non-burned kitchen.

“Yuri, help!” You panic yell toward her, the water beginning to bubble over the top of the pot now.

“Just turn the heat off.”

Now, whilst your ears had heard her say those words as she too had used the same panicked tone your voice had decided upon. For some reason, your body is incapable of moving or doing what it is that she had asked you to do at that moment. The fear of potentially being scolded simply too great and so she’s left to quickly dive halfway across the kitchen and save the both of you from any harm, turning off the heat herself.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concern replacing the panic. Your hands return to shaking briefly but quickly calm as she pulls you up to offer a warm hug and tell you that everything is okay. “Come on, let’s have a break, huh?”

A table placed away from the kitchen allows the two of you to have a breather away from the chaos that just ensued. Yuri places a glass of water in front of you before she joins you at the opposite end of the table.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize.

A small smile graces Yuri’s lips before she responds. “For what?”

You turn back to look at the kitchen and animatedly try to encompass the whole thing with your hands. “For that, just now.”

“Don’t worry about it, no one died… yet.” she jokingly brushes off your concern. “Plus, I was the same as you once upon a time, cooking takes patience and time to perfect.”

“I’m not sure I have the patience.” both of you laugh at the admission but Yuri once more brushes it off.

“Sure you do, we just may need to hide all of the potentially dangerous utensils and appliances from you.”

“So… all of them?”

The two of you continue t laugh at your less than desirable cooking experience thus far. Soon enough, you’ve finished the glass of water she had given you and Yuri rises from her seat opposite you.

“Come on, let’s get back to it otherwise you never will.”

“You still want me in your kitchen after that?”

She smirks as she looks at your intensely keeping eye contact even after you have shifted your own eyes away briefly for a small break from her gaze.

“Of course, dessert is always the best part o the meal.”

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My Avenger Girl

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky grows stronger everyday, and Bucky feels confident enough to take you to the Avenger compound for you to meet his family. And you fit right in.

Warnings: fluff, hint of jealousy, implied smut, swearing, Avengers x Supernatural crossover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x huntress!Winchester!Reader, Dean Winchester x reader (platonic), Sam Winchester x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 2561

A/N: Third part of My Girl Miniseries is here you guys! I got to thank @voltage2d-mylove for requesting the sequels to the original fics, because I’m having so much fun writing this! Hope some of you enjoy this little something with me :) xx

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Bucky laid on his back in your bed in the bunker, staring at the ceiling, thinking. He loved spending time with you, and the more he actually was with you, the more he fell in love with you. The worst thing, however, was that he had to leave you every now and then, because either you had a case that would take a bit longer than a day, or because he was called on a mission. And he hated leaving you behind. He wanted to spend every minute of the day with you, still very much in the first phase of the relationship, where people couldn’t keep their hands together.

You owned Bucky’s heart and soul, and he knew that if anything happened to you while he was gone, he would hate himself for the rest of his life. He’s meant to ask you a single question for the past few weeks, but every time he worked up the courage to do so, something stopped him.

One time, it was your brother, Sam, coming into the library just as Bucky took a breath to ask you. Then it was his own phone, and Steve calling him to tell him they had an urgent mission. Or it was the timer on the stove. Every fucking time. And it kinda made Bucky feel like he shouldn’t ask you in the first place. That maybe it’s fate. Or perhaps he’s just being stupid, he told himself and looked over at your sleeping form.

You were so cute asleep, your mouth slightly opened, your eyes fluttering, and Bucky would give anything to see what was happening behind your eyelids. If you were dreaming of him, or not. If you thought of him just as often as he was thinking of you.

He rolled over to the side, so that he was facing you, and trying to be as gentle as possible, he slid his hand under the sheets and caressed the skin on your arm eliciting a hum from your lips. It was past 9 AM, so he knew you had to get up either way, and he thought that having him wake you up might make you less grumpy.

His fingers travelled to your collarbone, only the fingertips touching you, drawing circles on your skin. He could hear your heart beating a bit faster, and your breath not being as slow and deep as it was moments ago; all signs of you waking up.

When he looked into your face, you were already staring back at him, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Well good morning to you, Mr Barnes!” You rasped, your voice husky from the lack of talking.

Bucky smiled at you and nuzzled your cheek before he kissed you.

“Good morning to you too, Ms Y/L/N. Did you have a good night?”

You just nodded and brought him closer to you, unwilling to get up out of bed just yet. You wanted to sleep as long as possible, and if Bucky weren’t as cute as he was, you would definitely scold him for waking you up at all. But who could be mad at that pretty face?

“I’ve been thinking, Y/N, and-“ Bucky starts but before he can finish you sit up straight, bringing your blanket with you to cover your modesty and looking at him confusedly.

“Are you breaking up with me? I thought we were at a good place, I thought things were fine between us. More than fine, actually. Why do you want to leave me? What did I do wrong? How-“

It was now Bucky’s time to stop you from rambling by putting his finger on your lips and shaking his head. Breaking up, pff, sure.

“Listen to me, Y/N. You are one crazy person, you know that? I didn’t want to break up with you, you moron. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me to the compound, get to know my teammates and stuff. I love you! I’m not letting you go, don’t you worry about that,” he smiled at you sweetly, and your heart finally calmed down a bit.

You chuckled nervously, feeling a little ashamed for letting your anxiety take over this moment.

Bucky laughed as well and kissed you again, but before he could get out of the bed, you took his hand in his and brought him back.

“I love you too, you know? That’s why I freaked out like that. And yes, I would love to get to know your family, it would be my pleasure.”

You could see your boyfriend beaming with pride, both from your admission of love and that you were actually excited to meet the people that were somehow most important to him.

“Do you think we could leave today? You know, be there for the weekend so that I could fly you back before your brothers got back from that wraith hunt. I know how much you miss them,” he smirked at you, and you swatted his shoulder.

But it was true, you did miss your brothers. However, lately, you’ve been feeling very different kinds of emotions, and that especially when Bucky left for some mission, or when you had to go on a hunt. You missed him like crazy, your body craved him, and your mind called for him. You always thought you’d be hunting with your brothers for the rest of your life, but ever since you met Bucky, things changed, and you suddenly longed to spend more time with him. Even if it meant not seeing your brothers every second of every day.

You knew they would understand if Bucky asked you to move in with him and if you said yes, but because that question was not yet asked, you didn’t want to delve too deeply into it. You just hoped Bucky was on the same note as you were, and that this New York visit would bring you two closer to the shared future.

You got ready reasonably quickly, packing the essentials and some sexy lingerie just in case the two of you could get some moments alone. Which you hoped you could get, to be completely honest. Staying away from Bucky and bed was a task you weren’t too good at, and you prayed to Chuck that you would never get better in it.

The flight to New York was swift, thanks to the quinjet, a thing you enjoyed immensely because the travelling was just somehow easier than driving around like three idiots with your brothers, with constant back pain thanks to the old car seats.

When you saw the compound get into the view, you started to play with your hands. Not that you weren’t excited to meet everyone. You sure were. But, at the same time, you knew all those people from television. They were superheroes. And you were… well, you. And you just hoped that it would be enough and that they wouldn’t want to drive you away because you weren’t good enough for their friend.

You’ve already met the Falcon and Captain American, however briefly that was. You were most nervous about Natasha, quite frankly. She was a goddess in your eyes, her graceful fighting techniques, her elegant walk, everything about her was perfect in your mind, and you didn’t know how you could even fight her for Bucky’s attention.

God! You were pathetic. You haven’t even met the woman yet, but you quickly assumed what would happen when you met her. For all you knew she wouldn’t even be there, or she’d be the nicest person on this Earth. Which, for some reason, irritated you even more.

Bucky could probably feel your nerves, because he put his hands into your lap, separating your own hands because he feared you’d rip the skin on your fingers down completely.

“You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. Everyone’s gonna love you, I know that for a fact!”

You tried to give him a smile, but the only thing you could muster was a grimace, and you were surprised that Bucky didn’t shriek in fear at what your face was capable of doing.

“I know, it’s just, your friends are all so cool, and like you’re superheroes and stuff, and I’m just a plain ol’ me,” you whispered, more to yourself than Bucky, but with his super hearing, you knew he would catch that as well.

He landed the jet and turned to face you.

“Plain old you? Are you kidding me? You’re one of the most badass women I’ve ever met. You fight monsters on a daily basis, baby! I love you, and nothing can change my mind, alright?”

That calmed you down a bit, and you hugged him tightly, trying to feel his heart beating against your own chest, that always brought you back in the moment. Bucky smiled into your hair and let you take all the time you needed to gather the courage to go and face the building full of superheroes.

When you pulled away, he kissed your forehead, whispering that everything will be alright, he grabbed your hand and led you out of the plane and inside the building.

It didn’t look like you imagined. For some reason, you thought it will be quiet and lonely, but the whole compound was buzzing with people running left and right, some in lab coats, while others were wearing technical gear. You looked around, and it all seemed unreal. Everything was new and shiny and seemed extremely expensive. Not like your home underground. You loved that space you shared with your brothers, but this looked much cooler.

Bucky was watching your every reaction as he led you through the compound, nodding at people around him, but not really giving them his attention. That was all on you.

You two finally reached the common room, where Bucky knew the most of the team would be at that time of the day. It was lunchtime, and his teammates were like hungry bears. Some were hungry and looking like pigs *cough, cough, Sam, cough* but he wouldn’t say that out loud. At least, not today.

When you stepped inside the room, everyone stopped talking and turned to look at you. You gave them all a shy smile, and you could see a few smirk and smiles around the room. The first to break the silence was Sam.

“Well, well, well. Look who came back, our lover boy! And he brought his badass huntress with him! What a pleasant surprise. Nice to see you again, Y/N,” Sam hollered and gave you a nod, while Bucky just rolled his eyes at Sam’s theatrical behaviour.

You said your hellos to the rest of the group and sat down next to Bucky by the huge table, where Vision served some Hungarian food. You didn’t know what it was, but it was so damn good you later asked him to give you a recipe to cook for your brothers. You just made a mental note to put a lot more meat into Dean’s plate.

The whole lunch was so regular it hurt. You expected that they would talk about monsters and stuff, but the closest the conversation got to a monster was when Sam told the group about catching Steve in a bathroom, giving himself a pep-talk, which included something about Steve being a beast, a sexy sexy beast, and you couldn’t hear more than that through all the snorts of laughter around the table.

Steve was red as a tomato, and you gave him an apologetical smile, still trying to contain your laughter. To try and calm him down, you told him about the time you caught Dean doing pretty much the same, looking in the mirror without a t-shirt on, kissing his biceps and winking at himself in the mirror. That got the people to laugh as well, and Steve nodded at you, glad that the conversation shifted slightly.

Just like you thought, Natasha was even prettier in reality, but while you thought Bucky would be looking at her, because, c’mon, who wouldn’t look at her? You had a problem keeping your eyes away from her beautiful face. Bucky was staring at you the whole time, and it made you feel that much better about yourself and your whole relationship.

You and Natasha even shared a bonding moment about her knife collection, which she insisted on showing you and the two of you spent good 20 minutes comparing knives and different techniques at either throwing them or stabbing somebody.

You didn’t even realise it, but by the time you finished talking to everybody in the room, it got dark outside, and Bucky walked to your side to seemingly rescue you from one of Sam’s funny stories from a mission where he was with Bucky. You knew that Bucky was more saving himself from the embarrassment of you knowing all those dirty secrets Sam would tell you, but you didn’t protest. You bid your goodbyes to the whole room and followed Bucky to his little apartment within the compound.

“See? I told you you would be fine, and you didn’t believe me,” Bucky said, intertwining his fingers with yours, walking down the corridor.

“I had my doubts, not gonna lie. And yes, you were right, and I will always listen to you from now on,” you said mockingly, but with a smirk playing on your lips.

Bucky laughed out loud and squeezed your hand.

“We both know that’s not true, doll.”

“Well, there is one place where I can listen to you, all night long, and I can do it in a brand new see-through lingerie if you let me get changed,” you rasped seductively (or at least you hoped it was seductive), but judging by the throaty groan coming from Bucky, you assumed you did an excellent job. And by the sudden quick pace of Bucky’s footsteps, you imagined he couldn’t wait for you to listen to him, just the way he liked it.

Before you could reach the room, Bucky spun you around and pushed you against a wall. He smirked devilishly at you, and kissed you hungrily, taking your breath away in the process.

You head was spinning from the lack of oxygen and from the intensity of the kiss, but when Bucky pulled away and asked you something, you almost fainted then and there.

“Move in with me,” he whispered, and before you could give him an affirmative answer, he continued.

“I know that I’m competing with your brothers, and that you might think this is too fast, but I fucking love you doll, and every day without you is a horrible day. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

You were staring at each other, and you knew that there wasn’t a better place for you, than in Bucky’s arms.

“Yes, I’ll gladly move in with you, Sergeant Barnes. My brothers will manage, and I can still hunt with them from time to time. It’s not like I’m never going to see them again.”

Bucky released a relieved sigh and kissed you again, this time much slower, conveying all his emotions in this one kiss. And you seriously couldn’t wait to start this new chapter with him.

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I’m Here

After seeing a post that related pretty much perfectly to Quasi and @hufferysnuffery‘s OC, Antoinette, I decided to write some good old angst and hurt/comfort for our boys, because it’s been a while since they’ve been able to interact, and this is also a short I’ve been thinking about for a while!

Quasi was lounging on top of the pipe in the Junkyard, watching with a small smile as Etcetera coaxed Jitterbug into a game of tag. He allowed his paw to dangle over the edge of the pipe, his smile growing as he felt Quill bat at it from her hiding spot within the darkness of the pipe, which had become one of her preferred hiding spots within the Junkyard since their arrival.

“MACAVITY!”

Rumpleteazer’s shout caused Quasi to start and jump off the pipe, tensing and looking around. As soon as the shout rang throughout the Junkyard, the Jellicles burst into a flurry of activity, everyone rushing about and calling to one another. The one-eyed tom quickly shook himself, and he grabbed Quill, keeping her close to his side as Jitterbug looked towards him with fearful eyes.

Munkustrap ran towards Quasi, his eyes with a determination in them that Quasi remembered from his own fight with the Jellicle Protector. “Are you up to fighting?

“Yes.” the Bengal said instantly. He nudged Quill off towards Jitterbug, the two then going off with Etcetera towards Jennyanydots’ den, where the rest of the cats who didn’t fight were taking shelter, and followed Munkustrap.

“Do you have any idea of who Macavity might use?” Munkustrap asked.

Quasi was quiet for a moment. “He rotates in case someone gets too injured. He may be an asshole, but he’s got limited henchcats now. If henchcats die in these attacks, he’s going to lose followers.” A face flashed in Quasi’s mind, blue eyes filled with teasing amusement, glossy grey fur, and a pretty blue bow, but he quickly shook his head. “He likes using his most vicious ones in the second wave, after he’s tired you all out. So keep some cats waiting, just in case.”

Munkustrap nodded, placing a paw on Quasi’s shoulder. “Thank you. Now come on, we’ll get you a spot before they show up.”

And show up the henchcats did.

Unlike the attacks that had happened before to the Jellicles, where the henchcats came in waves, Macavity had sent every one of his available henchcats in a single wave, pushing against the Jellicles. It was almost overwhelming, and Quasi, for a brief moment, crouched in the back, watching as the Jellicles fought, claws and teeth, against the henchcats.

It was when he spotted a henchcat creeping up behind an unsuspecting Plato that Quasi took a deep breath and screwed his courage. He launched himself at the henchcat, clawing him in the side, and kicking him across the Junkyard. Plato whirled around after wounding the henchcat he was fighting, and gave Quasi a thankful nod.

That nod was all Quasi needed to continue to fight.

This was his new home, his sisters’ home, and he would protect it with all he had.

He threw himself into the battle, using the henchcats’ own fighting techniques against them. While the Jellicle fought like they were dancing, graceful, lithe, and smooth, the henchcats were rough and aggressive, unpredictable. Quasi hadn’t had a chance to learn how the Jellicles fought, but the henchcat way of fighting was ingrained in him.

Munkustrap, out of the corner of his eye, watched the small Bengal. He had been worried, at first, but upon seeing Quasi defend Plato, any worries quickly disappeared. Quasi was vicious, and quick, slicing one henchcat’s arm before moving on to bite the shoulder of another cat who was sneaking up behind him. Even as he kicked a large attacker away from himself, Munkustrap made a note to speak with the other Protectors of the tribe about Quasi learning their ways.

As Quasi fought, he did not notice anything out of the ordinary until he heard a hiss.

A familiar hiss, so often directed at him with a note of fondness, a sound that caused his claws to falter, and the cat he was fighting to land a lucky blow to his leg. Shaking his head, Quasi whirled and kicked with his uninjured leg, making the henchcat cry out.

Taking a moment to breath, Quasi stumbled back, but a flash of glossy grey caught his eye, and his head snapped around so quickly that he felt his neck click.

There.

That damned blue ribbon, that beautiful blue ribbon was a dead giveaway, and Quasi raced after the ragdoll tom, reaching him just in time to tackle him out of the way of Alonzo, who flew over them to grab another henchcat by the throat and throw them across the Junkyard with a fierce growl.

Feeling the paws around him, Antoinette struggled in Quasi’s grip, and turned around, ready to hit whoever was holding him. However, when two blue eyes met one green eye, any fire and anger quickly disappeared, and was replaced by confusion, relief, and something else that made both hearts twist.

“Quasi?” Antoinette exclaimed, his voice not quite a squeak, not quite a snap.

Without speaking, Quasi scrambled to his feet and grabbed Antoinette’s arm, ignoring the pain in his own leg, his only thoughts being safetysafetygethimtosafetyprotectneedtoprotect, pulling him out of the fight, and into the pipe, scrambling towards the back, out of sight.

“What are you doing here?” Quasi asked, whirling around to face Antoinette as soon as they were safe. “You don’t have claws, you can’t fight against the Jellicles! Did you volunteer for this?”

Antoinette didn’t seem to comprehend Quasi’s words, staring at the Bengal with wide eyes, looking him over, frowning slightly at the scratch on his leg. “You… you’re alive?!”

Quasi cocked his head in confusion. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I haven’t seen you in weeks, you one-eyed asshole!” Antoinette snapped harshly, though there wasn’t much heat behind his words, only a type of pain that Quasi had never really heard or experienced before. “We meet a few times, you offer to help me out, and then you disappear! I thought Macavity killed you!” He wrapped his arms around himself, staring at the ground, his entire body tense. “I thought you left.”

There was a tremble in Antoinette’s voice that, quite honestly, scared Quasi. Antoinette wasn’t supposed to get scared. Antoinette was supposed to be smooth, he was supposed to tease and taunt Quasi, he wasn’t supposed to have shaking paws and have his ears pinned against his head. Quasi had done that to him.

Slowly, he reached forward, taking the other tom’s paws in his own and holding them tightly.

“I’m here, Antoinette.” Quasi whispered, and Antoinette slowly looked up at him with the bright blue eyes that he had come to love. “I’m okay.” The Bengal leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his companion’s. He lifted Antoinette’s paw to press it against his cheek, and Antoinette’s fingers dug into his fur, clinging to him.

The ragdoll tom let out a heavy sigh that made the other tom’s whiskers twitch. “I missed you, one eye.”

A slow smile spread over Quasi’s face. “I missed you too, pretty boy.” He pulled Antoinette closer, and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. “I’m. Not. Leaving. I swear.”

Antoinette instantly returned the hug, burying his face in Quasi’s shoulder and taking a deep breath, his shoulders shaking.

“Do… do you promise?” Antoinette whispered.

“I swear on my sisters and the Everlasting Cat.” Quasi replied, making Antoinette let out a small snort.

“You don’t believe in that sort of stuff.”

“Hey, if there’s some kind of cat in the sky that terrifies Macavity, I’m believing in that thing.”

The two toms snickered, remaining in their hug, Quasi gently running his paw over Antoinette’s fur, straightening and retying his bow around his neck, thinking about what other colors may look nice with Antoinette’s fur, and wondering if Esmeralda had any extra ribbon scraps he could sneak. Antoinette nuzzled into Quasi’s shoulder, very much liking the feeling of having someone hugging him. It made him feel needed and liked. Quasi didn’t abandon him, he was here and he was realrealreal.

After a few minutes, Quasi’s ear twitched towards the entrance to the pipe, and he let out a breath, feeling a small burst of confidence as he nuzzled Antoinette softly. “The fight’s over. Do you…?”

“No. They probably won’t be very welcoming to me.” Antoinette said, drawing away, looking at his paws.

“You don’t know that.” Quasi said quickly, taking Antoinette’s paws in his own with a soft smile. “I didn’t think they’d want me in their tribe, but now my sisters and I are here, and we’re safe.” Antoinette looked up at him, and Quasi cupped his cheek gently. “But if you’re not ready for that, I’ll keep coming to meet you, to check on you. Because I’m not giving up on you. You’re going to get away from him, okay?” Antoinette slowly smiled back, and he nodded, making Quasi’s smile grow as he squeezed the tom’s paw. “I’m not going to leave you behind.”

Antoinette’s eyes brightened. “Want to meet back at the butcher’s place tomorrow morning? I heard he’s got some new stuff in, and he deserves a bit of revenge after what he did to you.”

Quasi laughed quietly, and nodded. “Sounds like a date.” Both toms froze, and Quasi’s eyes widened. “Or not a date. Just a regular outing as friends. Yeah, that’s all it has to be. Nothing more, it’s fine, yeah that’s it that’s totally—” Quasi was cut off by Antoinette gently kissing his cheek, and the Bengal’s rambling instantly stopped.

“It’s whatever we want it to be.” Antoinette said, and Quasi nodded, slightly dazed, but overwhelmingly happy. “Now… how do I get out of here without them seeing me?”

“There’s an entrance at the other end of the pipe.” Quasi explained, shaking himself out of his daze. He took a glance out of the pipe, and saw the Jellicles gathered, tending to wounds and checking on each other. “Normally there’s someone guarding it, but it looks like everybody’s still in the main stage area. You should be able to get out without them seeing you. Just go quick.”

Antoinette nodded, and gave Quasi one last smile. “See you tomorrow.”

A silly, happy grin appeared on Quasi’s face as he watched Antoinette run off through the pipe. “Tomorrow.”

#quasi the henchcat #antoinette #cats the musical ocs #trigger warning: violence #trigger warning: mentions of fighting #trigger warning: mentions of blood #yeah these boys are dorks #and they're in loooooooove #liv’s writing corner

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