#because this is the sense of smartass you will get from her

[joeyfranchise]

cuz you know that it’s delicate

joe burrow x fem!reader

summary: what happens when joe’s teammate slips a joke about your size difference and it sends you spiraling? being in love with joe since college has been tough but what happens when he starts figuring it out and trying to unravel you more?

warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MDNI. heaaaavy size kink, joe being a smartass should be it’s own warning, language, p in v, fingering, oral (f. receiving), roughness. probably more? this one was so much fun, plzzz stick around til the end. 🤭

word count: 3.1k!

note: heyyy everyone! my first joey smut 🤭 i hope y’all love it and again MDNI!! (shoutout to my boo @slimshiesty, hate me later and that stray ball part is rotting in my brain, so i snuck a lil of it in here as an ode to you. ily bbg. 💗) (also another taylor swift title bc i fr couldn’t think of anything else plus i used it a bit.. i swear i’m not trying to steal anyones thing i love all the joey swifties)

tags: @slimshiesty @starsinthesky5 (plz message me or send an ask to be added!) part 2

sexual frustration has to be one of the worst things in the world. sexual frustration at the hands of your best friend, however, takes the cake.

it started at a party two weeks ago when you were invited out by joe, the star nfl quarterback, certified dweeb, and your very best friend all wrapped into one.

flashback

you were sitting around with joe and some of his teammates, listening in on their conversations and people watching the rest of the time. it was easiest for you to hang out with joe and ja’marr since you knew them from college, but the rest of their teammates and their teammates partners were really cool too, and all so welcoming to you.

everyone was laughing and joking, having a laid back time, picking on each other for random things. that was, until, someone mentioned how funny it was to see you standing next to joe, being that he was well over a foot taller than you.

“what? how’s it funny?” joe asked, glancing between you and his teammate. “because you make her look so tiny! like a little doll. get up and stand next to each other.”

you were reluctant to move from your seat, hating where this was leading. it was already hard enough having feelings for your best friend over the span of a few years, but this was crossing dangerous territory. kink territory.

for you, there was something about how much bigger than you joe was. he towered over you. his body was lean but built with thick muscles. he could quite literally pick you up and sling you around like a rag-doll. (and honestly if he did, you’d thank him.)

you hoped his teammate pointing out your size difference wouldn’t be turned into a big deal, but once joe pulled you out of your chair to stand next to him, it was like the gates of hell opened.

you stood side by side, your head barely even reaching his armpit. everyone around the table laughed, including joe. “damn, i guess i never really focused on how little you are, y/n.” joe laughed, and placed his forearm on top of your head like an armrest.

alarms went off in your head. ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION.

you cleared your throat quickly, and came to your senses, shoving joe off before getting back into your seat. “maybe i’m not small, maybe you’re just a freakishly large man.” you remark, trying to keep your voice even.

“nah,” he replied, sitting down next to you again, “you’re sooooo tiny.” he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you flipped him the finger. “fuck you big bird.” you snarked before downing the rest of your drink. god knows you need it. you hoped that your pink cheeks would be chalked up to the alcohol and that nobody else had caught on.

the next instance came a few days later, on a sunday, and it was much worse than the first. so, so much worse.

flashback to sunday

you came to the bengals’ home stadium to watch their game, and since it was early you figured you’d go down to the field to say hi to joe and some of your other friends on the team.

you made it down and waved hi to ja’marr, tee and sam before making your way to joe. he spotted you and smiled, walking in your direction to meet you halfway.

you decided on wearing one of his jerseys and a pair of jeans, something simple and comfortable. as soon as he made it to you, the first thing he did was look you up and down and then pick up the sleeve of the jersey before chuckling.

“damn, this thing is swallowing you!” he comments. you playfully smack at his arm. “shut up, joey.”

“it’s cute, though. you look nice. are you excited for the game?”

you don’t give yourself much time to process that “cute” comment. wtf does that even mean? who cares. ABORT MISSION.

“of course i’m excited! i can’t wait to watch you guys kick some ass today—“

your sentence is cut off abruptly as joe grabs you and lifts you, turning your bodies so his back is now facing the opposite direction on the field. his grip on you is so tight that your chest is pressed into his stomach. you look up at his face, his expression a mix between anger and concern. you can feel your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen in disbelief.

“um, joe, you’re bear hugging the hell out of me right now. wanna put me down and explain what happened?”

he lets you down gently, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “stray ball was coming right at you. i didn’t want it to hit you, it would’ve hurt you pretty bad.”

you reach a hand up and pat his chest, feeling the thick muscles. “thank you!” you respond, once again monitoring your tone. “i’m gonna head up and talk to everyone, ok?” you ask, already moving to leave. “yeah, ok.” joe says, focusing his attention on the ground. you can tell he’s contemplating something, but you don’t want to ask. you want to get out of there as quickly as possible.

the final instance came a few days later when you went to joe’s house just to hang out and have dinner.

flashback to wednesday night

you park your car in joe’s garage and step out, tucking your phone and keys in your pocket before heading up the stairs. before you make it to the door, joe’s already opening it and waiting in the doorway.

“hi bub!” you call, pushing past him and stepping inside, kicking off your shoes by the door. he greets you back sweetly and the two of you go sit on barstools in the kitchen, just catching up on things that have gone on this week. you rant to joe about your job and he listens intently, offering what advice he can.

he rants back to you about things going on with the team, and frustrations he’s having on the field. you try to return the favor and offer him some advice, but you know you aren’t of too much help. joe appreciates it regardless.

soon after your food arrives, you find yourselves in the living room, sitting on the couch side by side as a movie plays. you and joe always loved just being around each other, you had so deep of a connection that oftentimes words didn’t need to be shared at all.

you both enjoyed those moments.

you felt yourself starting to doze off until joe laughed at something in the movie, the sound waking you a bit.

“oh, sorry. you can go to sleep.” he whispers, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you appreciate his warmth and you rub your head on his shoulder as you get comfy. you hear joe chuckle.

“what’s funny?” you mumble, your eyes still closed. “it’s like i’m hyper-aware now of how small you are next to me. it’s so cute.”

you make no outward moves or sounds, but inside you are screaming. yelling. this is the worst one yet.

you don’t know it yet, but joe’s figured it out. he’s seen you get flustered three times now over these comments, and he knows something is going on in your brain when they’re said. he isn’t aware if you have feelings for him like he does for you, but he knows you liked when he picked you up so easily on the field the other day.

it was effortless to him, despite what you might think of yourself.

you sit next to him in silence, eyes still closed, trying to control your breathing. just try to fall asleep again you tell yourself, hoping that joe has no idea. if you only knew.

when you wake in the morning, you’re still snuggled on the couch with him as the soft morning light shines gold around the living room. you shake him awake.

“joey, i gotta get going. i need to go home and get ready for work and you have thursday practice.”

he pulls you in closer for a moment, hugging you bye, and then wishes you a good day at work. you bolt out the door and to your car as fast as you can, heading home to wash the previous day away in the shower.

end of flashbacks

so, this is where you are now.

it’s been almost a week since you’ve talked to joe, avoiding him because you aren’t sure what to say or do. part of you knows he has something figured out, but you don’t know what or how much.

you’re terrified to let him in on your feelings, what’s going on in your head, because you’re delicate and you don’t want to ruin something that has always been there for you.

the other part of you knows you have to tell him, you need to tell him. you love him, you lust after him. the comments that keep being made about your sizes are driving you to the point of insanity that nothing will fix it unless joe manhandles you as rough as you can take it and he fucks it out of you.

you’re pretty sure your vibrator is gonna be on its last leg soon.

alright, i gotta call him. i gotta get this over with.

you grab your phone off the kitchen counter and dial his number, listening to it ring for a few moments.

“hello?” he finally answers, sounding a bit upset.

“hey joey. sorry i haven’t been talking to you this week. i just— i think i need to talk to you about some stuff and.. would you mind coming over later?”

he says nothing for a moment, but you hear him blow out a long breath. “yeah, of course, y/n.” he finally says. “i can be over around 7?”

you check the clock on the stove, it reads 4:34pm.

“7 sounds great! see you then!” you say, hanging up quickly. now you play the waiting game.

all your chores are done, and you take a lovely everything shower to help calm your nerves, and you make sure to drink plenty of water and have a snack as you tell yourself affirmations.

it’s going to be okay, he’s my best friend. he will understand. he will still be my friend regardless, he’s always been there for me. if he rejects me, nothing will change that.

you sit on the couch and scroll your phone as you wait. there’s still just a bit over an hour before joey will arrive, so you waste time scrolling tiktok, cozy on the couch.

soon enough you hear the doorbell, and you jump off the couch to answer it, stepping aside to let joe in.

he sits on your couch, waiting for you to join him and start speaking. “joe, i, um.. i hav-“

he cuts you off. “you have feelings for me? you like it when people compare our sizes because it turns you on?” he smirks, leaning back on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head. he’s manspreading now, his thick thighs on full display. your mouth falls open for a moment.

“yeah. essentially exactly that.” you finally reply.

“so what are we gonna do about that?” he questions, pulling you into his lap. you place your hands on his chest instinctively, and before you know what’s happening he‘s pulling you in for a heated kiss.

his lips are soft against yours and he gently prods at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue past as you open it. he tastes like mint, it’s intoxicating you. one minute his large hands are splayed over your back holding you to him, the next he’s lifting you off the couch by grabbing underneath your armpits and carrying you down the hall, roughly body-slamming you on the bed.

“dude, save the UFC moves for ja’marr!” you groan, sucking in a large breath. joe jumps on the bed, caging you in by placing his knees on either side of your hips and his hands next to your head.

“no, i don’t think so.” he smirks, leaning in closer until your noses are nearly touching. you felt your cheeks heating up at his close proximity, and his eye-contact with you was starting to feel intimidating, even though you had just been sharing such a passionate kiss. you hated that you could feel your wetness soaking through your panties just from him trying to wrestle you.

he blows gently on your face and you shove at him. he laughs you off and leans even closer, pressing the tip of his nose to yours before moving away and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“this would be a lot easier if you’d just admit that you want me to manhandle you. you want me to go rough, right?” he teases. you’ve had enough of his smugness. you grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss, tugging at his hair and nipping his bottom lip. he groans into you. he stands from the bed, picking you up again, carrying you across the room before roughly slamming your body against the wall.

you let out a strangled moan, loving the feeling of him using all his strength on you.

“can i take your shorts off?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

“fuck yes, please.” you breathe out, exhilarated.

joe yanks your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion, kneeling down in front of you. he’s able to keep your body held up and pressed against the wall. he looks up at you with questioning eyes, making sure this is okay. you give him a soft nod in response.

he leans in and throws one of your legs over his shoulder. he starts by pressing the smallest kiss to your clit, and then licks a slow, languid stripe up your core. you hiss, your body arching off the wall at the new sensation. when you look down, you find him looking up at you, his beautiful blue eyes trained on your face.

your eyes roll back in your head as he continues his ministrations. you feel the hand that isn’t holding you against the wall rubbing circles on your inner thigh before joe slowly slips a finger into you.

you quickly approach your orgasm, your stomach tight with anticipation. joe doesn’t let up, working you there until your body feels like it’s being dunked into warm bath water, the feeling covering you from head to toe. it takes you a minute to regain your sense of self. joe pulls his fingers from your core and removes your leg from his shoulder, standing back up before lifting you so your legs are around his waist.

you waste no time pulling him in for a kiss. “holy shit, joey!” you moan, baffled at what just happened. he smirks into your kiss.

for the second time, you’re thrown onto the bed. you sit up, propped on your elbows as you watch joe stalk closer, his erection very obvious in his shorts. he pulls his shirt over his head and you do the same, unclasping your bra just after so that you’re completely bare for him.

you chalk your forwardness up to being comfortable with him, normally you wouldn’t have the confidence to act this way. neither would joe, actually, but you shrug it off.

you don’t remember seeing him strip his shorts off or climb on top of you, but you know you’re kissing him again. you can’t get over how good his lips feel. one of his hands traces your curves, he runs his fingers along your body until his large hand is cupping your breast.

he moves his kisses to your neck and you gasp, reveling in the feeling of him kissing and touching you softly and sweetly.

you look down at his throbbing cock and suddenly you feel intimidated. joe hears you gasp. he lets out a soft laugh.

“don’t talk a big game and then act scared of it, baby.” he teases, pressing light kisses to your cheeks. you swallow thickly.

joe reaches down and strokes himself, spitting on his hand to slick himself up. he looks at you once again for confirmation, and you nod to him. he helps you get comfortable beneath him, positioning your legs around his waist as he pushes his tip in. you suck in a harsh breath.

it stings, but it isn’t the worst thing. he moves against you slowly, sliding in inch by inch until he bottoms out. he looks down and you, your faces inches apart, and you giggle.

“what is it bub?” he asks, smiling softly. “they weren’t kidding calling you big dick joe.” you laugh out. joe laughs too.

after giving you a few minutes to adjust, he starts moving hips, rocking into yours slowly. you think this is what the peak of euphoria feels like.

he leans back down to kiss you, his hand finding your throat and squeezing ever so slightly. your back is arched, your chest pressed to his as your hands tangle through his hair. his hands move down, finding your hips and holding them down to the bed. you moan at the rough grip.

he starts going harder, his hips pistoning into yours as you continue kissing, both of you moaning out your pleasure.

“joey, i-i’m close.” you warn, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. you felt it again, you were so close to that warmth once again pulsing over your body.

until.

knock knock knock.

what was that? you thought. you tried to focus on joe but everything seemed to be slipping away.

then, there it was again. the knocking. and the shrill of your phone ringing.

you startled awake, sweat covering your body. you looked at your phone screen. 7:10pm. one missed call from joe.

you threw your throw blanket off, trying to gather your thoughts. what the fuck? what is happening?

you thought you’d just had the best fuck of your life, that everything would be okay with you and joe but… it was just a dream? you dozed off and you didn’t even know it.

“y/n, let me in!” you hear joe yell from the opposite side of the door. you’re panicking, your body is hot, your clothes are stuck to you. still, you get up and almost sprint to the door. you open it, taking in his appearance. just like your dream.

black shorts, black shirt. backwards cap.

“can i come in? are you okay?” he asks. you watch as he takes in your appearance. sweaty hair stuck to your neck, your eyes glazed over.

“um, yeah joe. i’m okay. come in.” you step aside, inviting him in, just like your dream. he sits down.

“so, what did you wanna talk about?” he asks. you sit down next to him, blowing out a long breath. this was gonna be a longggg conversation.

[oswildin]

Loki x You // Valentines Day Headcanons

avenger!loki au, established dating, featuring thor (he’s meddling aka wanting to knock some sense into these two idiots), lighthearted, humorous, don’t take this too seriously, it took on a life of its own lmao— I’m writing like it’s 2013 and ya’ll can’t stop meeee

they/them pronouns used

“It’s a farce! As if the mortals aren’t already making enough money with commercialising any and every little thing on their realm.”

“But it is the joyous celebration of love!”

“Sorry Thor, I agree with Loki on this one.”

“You do?” You nod. “Oh.” You frown. “What?” “Hm? Oh, nothing I’ve just remembered I’ve uh- got somewhere to be.”

Loki quickly stood from his seat, trying to leave the room as casually as possible, but it was clear to Thor and you that he was being anything but casual. Thor watched his brother for a moment, bewildered, before his gaze flickered back to you, seeing you simply shrugging as you continued making yourself some lunch.

The truth was, Loki was secretly expecting you to argue with him on his statement. He was expecting you to fight for Valentines Day and all its excess… Because he had something planned to surprise you.

His plan was to make you believe he didn’t care for it all (which before you, he didn’t) before surprising you with a romantic candlelit dinner with a dozen roses and one of those cheesy stuffed teddy bears holding a love heart.

However, now his plan seemed like a disaster.

Perhaps he had been reading too many romantic novels.

“You don’t think…” Thor trailed off, raising a curious brow. You furrowed your own, confused. “What?” “Well… You and Loki have been… courting. Do you think perhaps he had planned something?” “Thor, you heard him, he thinks it’s a farce.” “So do you!” “No, I don’t! I was just saying that because he did! I didn’t want him to feel bad for not doing anything!”

Thor wanted to knock some sense into you both with his hammer.

It was clear to him what had happened. He knew his brother. Whilst Loki may have pretended to be all aloof and unbothered, deep down he was a romantic. He still remembered when they were young and Loki had given Sif (and Fandral) a rare Asgardian flower to try and win their favour (albeit it was an illusion). (Also, Fandral had liked it, rather charmed whilst Sif had immediately called him out on it being an illusion… Oh, perhaps that’s why Loki had really cut her hair… Never mind, we’re getting off topic—)

So, Thor decided to meddle. As he often had done in the past with Loki. Although, his track record of success was… Ahem, not great, ahem.

“Brother! Whatever you are doing, stop at once!” Thor bellowed, barging into Loki’s quarters without warning. Loki stood with the teddy bear he had planned to give to you over the bin, muttering to himself about sentiment. His gaze snapped up at Thor, lips parting before he immediately hid the teddy bear behind his back.

“Thor! You oaf! What have I told you about knocking!” Loki exclaimed exasperated, glaring at his older brother.

“They only said they don’t believe in today because they thought you don’t believe in today!” Thor told Loki, sighing in his own exasperation. When did he become Cupid?

“Thor, it’s a Friday, I believe in the day-“

“Loki!” Thor cut off Loki’s smartass comment. “I know you have something planned. You may have changed since we were young, but you’re still a softie at heart.”

Loki bristled at that notion - clearly Thor had picked up such a word from the likes of Jane or Darcy. “I am not a ‘softie’, Thor. I’m a God. A God who has better things to do with his time than fret over a meaningless day that the mortals decided would represent how much they love their partners!” He huffed, finally throwing the bear into the bin.

Thor fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Loki, they want you to do something. They want to spend the evening with you.” He watched as Loki moved away from the small bin basket, sighing as he moved towards it. “Why must you always go on the defence?” Thor muttered, more to himself than Loki, as he reached down to grab the teddy bear, patting him off gently.

“Then why did they not say that?” Loki asked, irritated. “Why do they insist on not speaking plainly?”

“Because they didn’t want to make you feel guilty if you truly didn’t wish to celebrate.”

Loki paused at Thor’s explanation, his brows twitching faintly.

“Guilty?” He murmured quietly. “They… didn’t want to make me feel guilty…” He immediately sighed, realising that… yes, perhaps he had indeed acted a little… rash. He really needed to work on his fear of rejection.

“You see, brother?” Thor raised a brow, stepping closer as he held out the bear. “You both had good intentions. Even if you are both too stupid to realise it.”

Thor earned a glare for that last comment.

“Plus you didn’t exactly speak plainly either.”

Another glare.

Later that day, you headed into the common area, having misplaced your phone and assumed you had left it in there earlier. However, when you entered, before you could even process what was happening, the lights dimmed, candles lighting up on the dining table which was elegantly decorated.

Your brows furrowed, lips parting as you were about to speak, however, someone clearing their throat caught your attention, your gaze snapping to the sound.

“Surprise.” Loki said lightly, a little apprehensively, worried Thor had misunderstood your words or worse.

“But I thought-“

“That’s what I wanted you to think. However, I was thrown by your… shared distaste for the celebration.” He said lowly. “Nearly threw all of this out-“ He gestured towards the table, your eyes following as you noticed the roses and the teddy bear - as well as a nice bottle of red and two glasses, of course. “Before my… brute of a brother nearly tore my door off of its hinges and informed me that you had agreed simply to spare me the feelings of guilt.”

You blinked, lips still parted in surprise before your eyes met his again. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“You’re right.” Loki nodded. “But… I… wanted to.” A pause. “Don’t get it twisted, I do still believe this whole day is a farce and I’m not convinced Cupid would entirely agree with what the mortals have turned his day into with cheap decor and overpriced—“ “Ahem.” “But, that’s beside the point. Or maybe that is the point.” Loki took a breath. “I suppose the point is… You make me… want to believe in it.”

A moment of silence fell between you, your gaze softening at his words. Loki shifted slightly, suddenly feeling a little… exposed.

“But uh-“ He cleared his throat, pulling his eyes away from you. “I, um, cooked.”

“And the kitchen is still standing?”

Loki sent you a look of exasperation, although there was amusement there. You gave a small smile, letting him know you were teasing.

“I am capable of cooking a meal without setting things on fire. Not everything I do ends in chaos.” “No? That’s a shame. Would’ve made for an entertaining Valentine’s Day story.”

Loki rolled his eyes, unable to stop the smirk from tugging at his lips.

“Ungrateful.” “Insufferable.”

AKA ‘I love you’.

BONUS: “So… What you said about not everything you do ends in chaos?” “Not another word.” *Camera pans to the dinner table charred and tattered because Loki managed to knock over the bottle of wine, going to clean it and in the process, knocked a candle over and set the tablecloth alight. The sprinklers went off, meaning everything - including the food and you and Loki - is drenched.*

BONUS BONUS: “Can I have my phone back now? Just incase I need to call the fire brigade.” Loki:

[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ SOLO CHASE, D.W

summary. You meet the brothers on a hunt. After crossing you, you’re not sure if you want to kiss Dean, or kill him.

⭑.ᐟokay so this definitely needs a part two right? I think it’s already in my drafts… this is kind of a prequel I just wrote lol! Please interact and send requests if u have any<3

yes you could consider this enemies to lovers…part 2 out soon:)

word count. 718

supernatural masterlist/full masterlist

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The first time you come across the brothers, you try not to show it, but you feel like your heart might give out. Half of it is because he’s standing right there looking like the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, the other half is because you know for a fact they’re not real FBI agents, and you don’t like sharing.

This case is yours, and if you have to run them out of this town so the case can be yours, you’ll gladly do it, although it would be a shame to let that man go.

The second time you come across them, is after you specifically told them that you wanted them to move on and get on another case. They said that it was fine with them, and yet, they’re still here. You’re infuriated with them, because dean’s stupid smirk makes your blood boil, he’s enjoying it.

The third time, although you agreed to work on the same case but separately and you told them not to cross you, is enough for you. Dean sees you across the hospital hall, he can almost see the red smoke coming out of your ears. He can sense how mad you are from across the room, but all he cares about is the way you walk towards him. You do look like you’re about to murder him, but to him you’ve never looked so beautiful.

You raise your voice at him. Try to reason that this is your case and that they didn’t listen to you, they weren’t supposed to interfere with your plan. He doesn’t hear any of it. He feels like he’s in one of those cheesy movie scenes where the guy looks at the girl, he sees her mouth move, but doesn’t hear a thing because he’s just too focused, because she’s too beautiful.

He nods. At this point it’s all he can do. The smirk still hugs his lips, and Sam laughs at him the moment you turn your back.

‘You’re whipped man.’ Sam’s hand lays on his shoulder.

‘Shut up.’ Dean shoves his hand back and walks away.

He sees you going to your car, so he follows.

He doesn’t know what’s happening, his legs are moving faster than he can even register, and soon enough, he’s right next to you at your car door.

‘Can I help you?’ You turn around, the keys in your hand, eyebrows raised.

‘I wanted to apologize.’

‘You? Apologize? I thought April 1st had passed?’ You give him a smile, a sarcastic one that almost bites him in the ass.

‘Hmm, funny.’ He’s almost hurt now.

‘Look, Dean.’ You start, starting to close the small gap between you two.

‘I don’t think I like you very much. And I think you’re cocky and an asshole. But you’ve helped. Even when I asked you not to, you did. So no apologies necessary. I’m sorry I yelled at you in there, I’m on my last straw from this case, so I appreciate the help.’

Dean’s hands are in his front jeans pockets, he’s rocking back and forth, he almost looks nervous. He doesn’t know why you make him feel this way and it drives him insane.

Your heart beats fast too. You didn’t lie- you don’t like him. But you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t easy on the eyes. Way too easy at first you almost forgot you were mad at him.

‘So, are we still partners?’ His tone almost makes you feel like he’s being a smartass- but somehow, you don’t mind so much.

‘We were never partners, honey. You wanna help? Fine. But I’d still like to keep the solo title for this one. You mind?’ You give him a small smirk, and open the car door.

He nods, and before jumping in, the door separating you from him, you speak again.

‘I’ll see you tonight Winchester.’

He’s not sure if it’s a wink that he saw, because to be fair, you kinda suck at them.

He also doesn’t know what you mean by tonight. Where they’re supposed to meet you? Or what you’re supposed to do together.

But he knows he’ll find you again.

He knows he’ll see you tonight.

And he knows he’s so fucked, because that whole conversation almost made his heart stop.

[moomine]

Hii! Could you please do a Daisuke x Reader SFW/NSFW where they are both nerds and always end up having deep lore gameplay conversations during nighttime, as they talk reader starts to cuddle him and he melts under her touch.

(you choose if that goes further or not)

your own medicine | daisuke

author's note: hehehe can you guys guess what game they're talking about? also bay area asian daisuke supremacy (cover image credit)

summary: (daisuke x gn!reader) You and Daisuke often spend your nights staying up much too late, talking about your interests. While talking about a game the two of you adore, things get a little more physical than normal.

word count: 1,434

warnings: kinda nsfw? just a little over the clothing fun (making out and dry humping >>>) all characters are 18+

now playing: The Smashing Pumpkins - "The Boy"

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“Wait. For real? You really didn’t know that?” Daisuke chimed from where he laid on the bed.

He shifted onto his elbows, sitting up like the conversation had suddenly turned serious. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding his investment undeniably endearing.

“I only played the game once. I guess I just kinda followed the path they lay out for you,” you replied. Your shoulders rose and fell, a casual shrug in response to his reaction.

His expression twisted into one of utter disbelief, pure bewilderment as he crashed back down onto the bed. He ran his hands along his face, dragging at his full cheeks with a low whine.

“Oh my god. You’re breaking my heart, [Name].”

The two of you were in Daisuke’s room, with him lying on his bed and you sitting alongside him. Your back was against the wall—the cool wooden paneling now warm from your body heat, and your legs were stretched across his stomach. On the other side of the room the digital clock read ‘23:03’, the evening well into the ship’s artificial night-time.

“Stop whining and just tell me about it.” You cocked your head to the side as a playful smile twists on your lips.

Daisuke pulled his hands away from his face and his excited eyes met your own. “Wait, really? You wanna hear about it?”

“No, I asked you to tell me because I didn’t want to know,” you paused, narrowing your gaze as you looked down at him. “C’mon, Daisuke.”

“Okay, okay. No need for attitude, smartass.” Daisuke chuckled warmly. “Y’know how after beating some bosses you get those umbilical cords?”

“Yeah…?” You replied skeptically, realizing how weird this conversation would sound without context.

“Well, they’re like one-third blah blah blah, but there’s actually four in the game. Isn’t that weird? I guess it’s to, like, allow for some user error or whatever, but it really doesn’t make sense mathematically. Like, what do you mean there are four one-thirds of an umbilical cord?” Daisuke started to ramble, completely oblivious to the amused look on your face.

Slowly, you shifted your body, turning to lay on your side as you settled onto the bed beside him. Daisuke froze for a moment as you curled into him, not sure what to do next. The smell of your shampoo filled his nostrils as you rested your head on his shoulder, your face practically buried in the crook of his neck. He felt his heart begin to race, and he silently prayed that you couldn’t hear it from where you laid.

“Go on,” you mumbled. Your breath ghosted along the side of his neck as you spoke.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed—his mouth suddenly ran dry and his tongue felt almost fuzzy. His train of thought had completely derailed. It was like it had been picked up and thrown right off the tracks, sent into a nearby ditch to burn in some fiery explosion.

“Oh, right,” he said with a shake of his head, gathering his words once again. “So, after you get three, you kinda have to eat them. If you consume three, you unlock the secret ending and become a Great One, like I said earlier.”

Not so casually, Daisuke wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tighter. Your body was incredibly warm. If this went on for another minute, he was sure he would melt like a popsicle under your touch.

“That game is so fucking weird,” you responded with a laugh. “Looks like I gotta replay it when we get back.”

Every word you said was like torture to Daisuke. Your breath was hot against his skin, sending faint shivers throughout his body. His own breathing was becoming slightly irregular as he found it harder and harder to think straight.

“You definitely should. Come visit me in San Francisco, we could totally make a whole thing out of it,” he managed to say. His voice wasn’t nearly as confident as it usually was, wavering slightly with each word.

You leaned in closer, your lips accidentally grazing his neck. “Seriously? I’d love to!”

Despite your enthusiasm, your voice was gentle and smooth. The sweet sound blew through Daisuke’s head like waves crashing against warm sand, like his favorite song. He could listen to you talk all day; in fact, he gladly did whenever he had the chance. Nights like these—nights where you would sit in his room just across the hall from yours, and the two of you would talk until the simulated sun rose—meant everything to him. You were quite possibly the brightest thing on that dreary, old ship. The Tulpar needed more people like you.

The feeling of your soft lips against his skin made his breath hitch. It was a quiet sound, almost inaudible, but you were unfortunately close enough to hear. Your brows raised curiously, a thoughtful smirk playing with the corners of your mouth as a thought crossed your mind.

Your heart started to pound against your ribs, your hands—one at your side and the other resting on his chest—began to sweat, and your own breath grew jagged with nervousness. After a moment of contemplation, you gingerly kissed his neck, testing the waters.

Daisuke’s face suddenly felt hot as his cheeks dusted with a vibrant flush. A pleased hum vibrated in his throat. He looked down at the top of your head, watching closely as your hair fell the more you leaned into him. You peppered more kisses against his neck, each one tauntingly soft. He had officially melted, putty in your hands.

“[Name]...” he managed. His voice was hoarse and he cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed.

You carefully lifted your head, your eyes trailing over his blushing face before they landed on his brown ones. With your head tilted to the side, you mustered a quiet, questioning ‘yes’.

Daisuke's focus fell from your eyes to your parted lips. His tongue darted out from his mouth, swiping over his bottle lip. In an instant, he was kissing you. His hands cupped either side of your face as his lips crashed into yours, capturing you in a slow, desperate kiss. He kissed you like he had been dying to do it, like it was the last thing he’d ever do on that godforsaken ship.

A moment later, you were on top of him, straddling his hips with his hands on your waist. You tangled your fingers in his hair, unconsciously tugging at the dry roots. Daisuke exhaled roughly through his nose as you steadily started to work your hips against his, grinding into him at a deliberately teasing pace. It took everything in him not to rock his head back into the pillow, to break away from you and tell you everything he was thinking—all of those needy desires brewing within his foggy mind. Daisuke’s hands ventured over your curves, caressing your waist then following the rise of your thighs. His fingers dug into your skin as he started bucking his hips into yours.

Your lips stifled a moan that threatened to slip from him. Daisuke sat up, pulling you impossibly close to him as he deepened the kiss. You gasped as he reached around and grabbed your ass. Taking advantage of your surprised reaction, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, moving with yours in a dance that made your mind go blank.

His hands made their way over your hips again, gripping your thighs tightly in his large hands. He broke the kiss, a thin line of salvia connecting you two as his mouth worked its way along your jawline, leaving hot, wet kisses in its wake. Daisuke painted your neck with sloppy kisses, absentmindedly sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. There would probably be a mark or two in the morning, but neither of you cared at that moment. It would be a worry for the next day, but, for right now, you couldn’t give a shit. You could barely breathe as he left one last kiss under your jaw.

“How do you like it?” he asked, looking up at you with a smug smirk. The brown of his irises was almost entirely consumed by the inky black of his dilated pupils.

A delirious laugh rumbled from your throat as you playfully frowned. “I liked it a lot before you stopped.”

“You want me to keep goin’?”

“I mean,” you began, wrapping your arms around his neck lazily. “If you’re offering…”

Daisuke snorted, his face bright red. He leaned in, placing another soft kiss to your lips, a smile still fixed on his own.

[sturnswiftie]

!dealer chris meets !crybaby reader's parents for the first time...

chris stares at the back of your head through the bathroom mirror, watching as your fingers distracted your anxious mind by pulling on his tie for the fifth time now. you’ve been flitting around him in a panic for the last hour—the result of your parents springing the idea of meeting your boyfriend the week before—and while he’s let you get out all these jitters, he can’t help but crack a joke at this point.

“you, uh, thinkin’ ‘m gonna be able to breathe tonight or do i need to be careful about that too? ‘cos you’re doin’ a good job about it,” he teases with a lazy smirk tugging at his lips, watching as you glance up at him sharply. the fact that he’s so casual about tonight is driving you insane, but you take note of the way he lets you fuss over him—staying still when you flatten out nonexistent wrinkles and conceding to your demand of a “breath check”—and you wonder if maybe this means something more to him than he’d like to admit.

“chris, this is serious,” you huff with a frown, stepping back to give him a final once-over.

he looks good. too good. your eyes scan over his button-down shirt (with the sleeves rolled up just a little, because of course they were), dark jeans, clean sneakers. he looks like a boyfriend, a normal boyfriend. no sign of the guy leaning into old frat couches, pockets lined with clear baggies of whatever you need for a fix—within reason, of course.

but you still can’t shake the nerves.

“i am serious, baby.” chris leans back against the sink, arms crossed over his chest as he offers a casual shrug. “your parents are gonna love me,” he insists like it’s the most obvious fact in the world, like he’s telling you the sky is blue, and you feel that same panic from the entire week tugging at your chest.

“they won’t love you if you accidentally mention anything about your job,” you point out with a frown, reaching out for one of his arms to pull him upright again. you ignore the flash of amusement across his handsome features. “i want you to say you’re, like, a manager... for a warehouse. okay?” you breathe out, meeting his stare with expectant eyes.

the brunette blinks down at you. “that’s the best you could come up with?”

“chris,” you whine, your face crumpling with exasperation, but your boyfriend holds his hands up in surrender.

“alright, baby, geez,” he concedes, eyes slightly wide at your dramaticism. “warehouse manager. got it.”

your expression softens slightly once he agrees, but your nerves are nowhere near settled. this is the first time you’ve ever brought someone home to meet your parents—something you haven’t even revealed to chris yet—and the thought of it all makes you break out in a cold sweat. while the brunette is all smartass remarks and street smarts, your parents aren’t. and you really want them to like him.

your heart feels shallow in your chest as you grab your bag on the way out the door, chris’s hand on your lower spine only offering the smallest bit of solace. you wonder if he realizes just how much this means to you or how well you want it to go. you know he cares about you, but is he going to take this as seriously as you want him to? you wish you knew the answer.

as if sensing your anxiety, chris’s hand slides around to press his fingers into your hip and suddenly his mouth is right next to your ear as the two of you head out the door.

“relax, baby. i got this.”

dinner went well. great, actually.

chris slid into the “perfect boyfriend” role so effortlessly that you couldn’t help but be shocked to the core. he called your mom “ma’am,” complimented her cooking without a hint of sarcasm, and even offered to set the table.

and the worst part? he pulled it off like he wasn’t even trying.

“so, chris,” your dad had said after sipping his iced-tea. “you said you work in logistics?”

immediately, your attention had snapped to your boyfriend, eyes widening the slightest bit. it felt like this was the real test, like any second now they were going to see through this entire little act based off chris’s response. you could have hurled your dinner up right there on the table.

“yes, sir,” chris had replied, the title rolling off his tongue smoothly. “mostly warehouse management. lotta moving parts, y’know? keeping track of inventory, shipments... i like to stay organized.”

you almost choked on your water. despite the lie, the way he described his role reminded you a whole lot of how he is when it comes to dealing drugs, only now he was spinning it to be about spreadsheets and shipping schedules. when he glanced at you, there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes that reminded you of his earlier words: relax, baby. i got this.

“well, that’s impressive,” your dad admitted, nodding his head thoughtfully. “i’m sure it’s a lot of work.”

chris shrugged. “just part of the job, sir.”

you swore you could see him fighting a smirk as he dug into his food once again.

after dinner, chris had offered to help your mom clear the table, and you didn’t miss the way she had beamed at him.

“he’s so polite,” she’d whispered to you in the kitchen while handing you another dish to dry. “he seems very sweet, honey. i was surprised you brought home such a hit for the first time,” she admitted with a quiet laugh.

“mhm,” you murmured back, but your attention was elsewhere.

you couldn’t help but glance into the living room, teeth dug into your bottom lip as you watched chris listen intently to your dad go on and on about the football game on tv. you knew the brunette wasn’t really into sports like that, but he stood there anyway, looking genuinely interested in whatever it was your dad was saying. he’d even laughed at one of his lame jokes.

you shook your head to yourself, a small smile on your lips. he wasn’t just pretending; he was trying.

as you walk to the car with chris, his hands shoved into his pockets, you’re both quiet for a moment. you’re still a little stunned by his performance, truthfully, the events of the night still not quite catching up to you yet.

“you... you really pulled that off,” you finally say, unable to keep the surprise out of your voice. when you glance up at him, he’s grinning as he leans against the car, shrugging his shoulders.

“i told you they’d love me,” he reminds you, reaching out for one of your hands to draw you close enough that he can wrap his arms around your waist instead.

you roll your eyes, but you can’t keep the smile off your face. “they don’t love you,” you shoot back, “but they like you, which is kind of insane,” you admit, tilting your head up slightly to look at him better.

he shrugs, looking away, but his smirk softens into something more gentle, thoughtful. “good. i wanted ‘em too,” he says back, but it’s almost so quiet that you have to echo his words, your heart squeezing in your chest.

“you wanted them to?”

chris scoffs, rolling his eyes. “don’t get all soft on me, kid,” he warns. “i’m just sayin’ that if they mean somethin’ to you, then yeah... it means somethin’ to me.”

you stare at him for a few seconds, feeling completely awestruck. something strangely warm fills your chest, three words on the tip of your tongue like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, just waiting to make the jump. you’re looking at him so intensely, and though you haven’t actually said anything, it’s like chris knows exactly what you want to say without hearing it.

the feeling is so overwhelming that you do the only thing you can think of in the moment, which is to lean up and press your lips to his, the kiss warm and gentle with each movement. one of chris’s hands abandons your hips in favor of pressing his fingers into the soft curve of your jaw, his mouth soft but imploring, like he can barely hold himself back from you but he’s trying.

when the two of you finally pull away, you’re both breathing a bit heavier than before, and you wonder if he can hear the quick pace of your heart in your chest, or if he knows that your knees would probably buckle and bring you to the ground right then and there if he wasn’t holding you so tightly.

“thank you,” you mumble softly.

they’re not the words you want to say, and they don’t convey everything you’re feeling for him in the moment, but you relish in the sight of his red-tipped ears and the way his mouth curves up at the corner before he presses one final kiss to your nose and drives you home.

©sturnswiftie

black divider by @rookthornesartistry.

[sha-brytols]

see i think he's right in that there is no actual discernable line between Anders and Justice but i think it's a little bit more complex than that because. well obviously we see moments where justice just straight up takes control of anders body like in the fade or the quest with ser alrik or his rivalry path. but i also feel like a lot of the things anders says and does is not entirely just him. like.

okay so justice has a very distinctive style of speech. very verbose. rarely (if ever) uses contractions. has a very declarative style and frequently speaks in terms of absolutes. "It was your condemnation of their race that led to your folly" and "This is a mortal body of flesh! I am trapped within!" it's a very similar, albeit less poetic, manner of speech to that of cole's. their mannerisms are very reminiscent of someone whose grasp of communication is limited to the abstract (if that makes sense.?) so their speech feels unique in that it's more visceral and conveys a certain Feeling in the player. while cole's is more flowery and evocative, justice's speech is direct and forceful.

and as we know anders in awakening, he talks more casually, much more carefree, upbeat, very informal and uses more colloquialisms in his speech. "Erm... i didn't do it?" and "Whoa. She's talking to me. Voluntarily." he's literally the most unserious man in the world and honestly talks more like the class clown from your college frat party than a fantasy wizard.

i think this is most apparent when you see him and justice talking to each other:

justice is very no-nonsense and straightforward and really super does not fucking appreciate anders' cheeky attitude, while anders is borderline obnoxious and seems to enjoy being a smartass for the fun of it.

so like. in da2 we know that for the Most part, the smarm and glibness has been very toned down and anders is now more somber and subdued. he's also become more romantic (both in the literal sense as well as in the literary sense) and idealistic. he seems to have settled in a middle ground between polite and familiar and his tone is less playful and more earnest. he's also become a lot more respectful with how he talks about religion, compared to how he casually wonders if andraste was actually ugly or something in awakening (interesting thing to note: we know for a fact that justice actually believes in the maker and also has a deep respect for mortal faith)

so my personal interpretation of the justice/anders dynamic is that they kind of exist on a spectrum of sorts. one side being "mostly anders" and the other side being "mostly justice" with his default state being right smack in the middle. something that immediately stuck with me when i got it was anders' reaction in aveline's act 2 quest

maybe i'm insane and overthinking it but. this is just such a fucking abnormal response to a cute goofy "oh no how do i get this guy to like me?!" conversation that i can't not immediately think. hi justice.

her banter i think also provides a pretty perfect example of this

hi justice ^_^

hi anders ^_^

so my interpretation has always been that like. while i do believe for the most part they are genuinely "one" as anders claims, it's pretty clear to me that there is still a small divide between them, but it's more like in the way purple is always a mix of red and blue, but sometimes purple is more blue than red. and sometimes it's more red than blue. they aren't entirely separate from one another, but you can clearly see which is the strongest at any given time.

am i making sense. is anyone here. can you hear me. hello

[sweetsuitwitch]

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art credits: @notjawaura from Twitter:) and cress to the art link I put in here : @wtimetravelgentlemen-notsfw  TAGS : Selfscest sorta? idk dont look into it - switch!jinx- switch!powder- sex toys- scissoring-Slight bondage- rough sex- soft sex

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . Jinx slowly got up from the hard-ass floor in a daze, not even 5 minutes ago she was in her hideout, messing around with runes and stolen hex-tech crystals and now she was in some bright, sunny alleyway which looked so similar to zaun...but healthier and thriving? she wasnt used to such sun and fresh air. "What the fuck?" She mumbled to herself, instinctively grabbing her gun to protect herself in whatever messed up-alternate universe she had tripped into, extremely on edge before she heard the side door of the alley open, she pointe date gun at whoever was there before furrowing her brows in confusion at who it was. "Uhhhh..who are you?" The other girl trailed off, unsure wether to panic or alert vander considering her doppelgänger had a gunpointed right at her. Jinx froze at the uncanny sight. She slowly scanned the person before her, realizing the woman looked almost exactly like her...but taller, fuller and healthier...she was almost jealous. "Who the hell are you?" She demanded, her expression cautious and defensive. "I asked first! You stole my face!" Powder exclaimed, despite being terrified and weirded out, it was odd that they were so similar yet so different, her voice was softer and collected while the other girl's was broken and high-pitched. "You stole mine!" "I was here first!" "Shut up and tell me where I am before I blow your head off." Jinx said snarkily, still holding tightly onto her gun to prove her point as she stepped closer. "zaun? where else?" Powder huffed, motioning over to their sunny surroundings as she looked the other woman up and down, subtly grabbing a shard of glass from the wall. she dints and a chance next to a gun but she had to try, she didnt plan on getting murdered by a ripoff Harley Quinn version of herself. "Yeah, smartass, I know I'm in Zaun. I meant which Zaun, I know damn well my home isnt piltover 2.0" "And put that glass down. You don't wanna do anything you'll regret." Powder sneered but reluctantly threw the shard at the ground, which resulted in jinx lowering the gun which almost gave her a small sense of comfort. Almost. She may have looked similar to her, but they were clearly very different. This girl seemed broken and shellshocked, which made her feel a small sense of pity for her. "Im Powder, okay? calm down...im not gonna hurt you, you might be a fucked-up copy of me but you gotta trust me." That caught jinx off guard, Powder? she was powder! well, used to be anyways. She didn't wanna trauma dump on her clone so she just acted as if she wasnt fighting demons in her head. "Im jinx, stands for jinx. And I'm not a copy, 'kay? I'm still my own person." She said, her tone tinged with sarcasm and an up-beat tone to mock her other self. "Jinx? like, bad luck? who calls themselves that?" Powder snickered, sitting on one of the bigger crates as she tilted her head , it was interesting seeing what she would've turned into if just a few details changed... "Me. I do." Jinx snapped back, clearly not amused by Powder's mockery. She gritted her teeth. "Listen, girly, in my world, 'bad luck' fits me pretty damn well. So you'd better shut your pretty little mouth , because you dont know shit about what ive been through." She took another step forwards, still holding onto her gun. She couldn't bring herself to fully trust this cheerful, carefree version of herself. She was too different from her, almost the complete opposite, she couldnt help but lash out at her, why did she have to get screwed over? why couldnt she have a perfect life?

"you dont have to be so jealous..like yeah I know you look messed up but dont take it out on me just because you like being off the rails." Powder snapped at the comment, she tried to be nice... but this alternate version of her was just pressing all the right buttons. "Oh, yeah, I'm just seething with jealousy here, sweetheart." Jinx sarcastically fired back, rolling her eyes at Powder's comment, she took another step forward, getting into her personal space as she rested the barrel of her gun on her thigh. "You wanna know why I'm ‘off the rails’? Cause life in my Zaun ain't as sunshine and rainbows as it is in yours, Powder." She ridiculed, sure maybe she felt a bit bad scaring herself, powder was weak anyways, she'd always known that. "What? You scared, Powder?" She said, her tone mocking as she took another step closer, closing the distance between them. She could feel the fear radiating off her, which only fueled her determination to intimidate the carefree girl. "C'mon, don't go all soft on me, you were being pretty mouthy just a minute ago."

Powder made a hasty choice and grabbed the gun tightly before throwing the other girl down on the ground, straddling jinx as she shoved the gun away from her and pinned her down.

"Im not scared of you, so stop it!" She hated getting talked down to.

Jinx's eyes widened in surprise as Powder threw her down onto the ground. She landed hard, the wind knocked out of her for a moment. She struggled for a couple seconds before realizing she was pinned under the other girl.

She let out a frustrated huff, her cheeks slightly flushed as she looked up at Powder, who was now straddling her. She squirmed, trying to break free, but Powder had a firm grip on her.

"Get off me, you little-"

Powder interrupted jinx by shoving a rag from her pocket into her mouth, she didnt know what she was going to do with her alternate self but she certainly couldnt risk getting her found by any of her family...

"be quiet and dont try to kill me."

She huffed, grabbing her wrists and getting up as she dragged her through the alley and into the the last drop, "sorry."

She mumbled , accidentally banging jinx's head on one of the many stairs as she walked up to her room, she was so lucky nobody was there and it was closed, it would be hard to explain her predicament. Jinx let out a muffled groan as she banged her head on one of the stairs, wincing in pain. She tried to swear through the gag, but it came out as a series of incoherent mumbles as she was dragged through the bar...it felt like home, but also strangely empty, she felt like crying but she didnt. Powder closed and locked the door to her room before deciding to tie jinx up to her white vanity, considering she was still armed and dangerous.

"Sweet janna, what am I doing? theres no way this is real, maybe If I just went to sleep she'll disappear and then I can giggle with Mylo and Claggor about the craziest dream over brunch...they already think im odd! it wouldnt matter! "

She talked to herself, pacing up and down her room as she took off her accessories and set them down in one of the drawers of her vanity, while 

Jinx rolled her eyes, unable to do much else but squirm in her binds and be forced to listen to Powder's rambling, a mixture of annoyance and fascination in her expression. She shook her head as best as she could, trying to regain the other girl's attention.She grunted and mumbled something through the gag, clearly desperate to communicate and get home.

"Sorry, kinda forgot about you, just gimme a few more minutes of silence."

She said, waving the tied-up girl off as she undid her space buns and brushed through the small tangles and went to her closet and picked out some pajamas and lied them out on her bed.

She started to clean up, trying her best to ignore her other self. "Turn awa- err... close your eyes, im gonna change."

She ordered, taking off her top as she replaced it with a black tank top and fuzzy pajama pants, she just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep at this point.

Jinx rolled her eyes, unable to do anything but listen to Powder's instructions. She grudingly turned her head away, trying to respect the other girl's privacy as best as she could, although she couldn't help but peek at her through the corner of her eye.

Her gaze caught sight of Powder's body, she silently cursed herself for finding the other girl attractive...why wouldnt she? they were basically the same person , totally not weird.

powder looked herself in the mirror for a bit before walking over and reluctantly pulled the gag out of jinx's mouth but didnt untie the ropes, afraid of what she might do.

"there, happy?" "Ecstatic."

Jinx snarked back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She took a deep breath once the gag was removed, feeling immediately relieved. She flexed her jaw, letting out a small sigh.

"You could've at least untied me instead of just ripping out the gag, y'know? My wrists are starting to hurt." she mumbled, leaned her head back as she closed her eyes before she felt the other girls hand son her thighs, the fuck? she was about to protest before realizing the priss was just de-arming her, she let out a few giggles as she took out knives, bombs on her belt, and useless knick-knacks. "What, are you gonna pat me down next? Maybe give me a strip search?" "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Powder scoffed, leaning back on her knees as she set the things aside on the floor and dug through the other pocket, bullets and ammunition, cigarettes, matches and a damn battery, how did this girl have so much space in her pockets? "Jeez, you found my entire arsenal. Satisfied with your lil' search there, baby?" "Can you shut up? like for one second before I gag you again??"

Powder said, she was tempted to see if she was hiding anything dangerous in her top , but she just pinched the bridge of her nose, let it go and just reluctantly started untying her.

Jinx let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes yet again.

"Yeah Yeah, I can shut up. No need for the threat, doll."

She retorted, still trying to maintain her snarky demeanor.

She watched as Powder hesitantly started to untie the ropes, a small sense of anticipation building within her. She couldn't deny that the other girl's soft touch was setting her on edge, making her core ache and she wanted more

"...please, please, please, dont murder me."

Powder mumbled softly, finishing the last knot as she rubbed her eyes and got up, crossing her arms as she looked down at jinx and quickly put all the things she got from jinx in a plastic box for now. "I won't, Jesus lady, so damn paranoid."

Jinx replied, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she stood up, rubbing her wrists, the rope left red marks.

She looked at the box of her things in the plastic box and raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly.

"You planning on keeping me locked up like a disobiedient puppy or something?"

"I dont know what to do with you... or how to send you back to your universe."

Powder sighed, flopping down on the bed with a small recoil as she looked jinx up and down and tried to think, she was smart, why was her mind blank all of a sudden? Jinx noticed the other girl's gaze running over her body and raised an eyebrow.

"You like what you see, sweetheart?"

"You look malnourished."

Powder averted the question, getting up and digging through her snack drawer as she threw a pack of sour candy and trail mix at jinx before sitting down next to her.

Jinx caught the snacks, surprised by Powder's sudden act of kindness.

"Thanks I guess?"

She said, tearing open the pack of sour candy. She popped one in her mouth, a small smile appearing on her face at the sour tang. but the silence was pissing her off a bit, she just loved to chatter, and why not get to know herself a bit more? she sat down not he edge of the bed, surprised by how damn soft it was. "sooo like...whats different in your universe? does gambling exist? brothels? can animals talk? do we have powers?" Powder giggled at all her questions and rested her chin on the plush blankets off her bed, thinking a bit before responding fondly. "Not much, yes those two exist, id never , though. Unfortunately no, and I doubt it." "Damn, what a boring universe, wish I traveled to some super-hero place instead....." "soooo....youd never go to a brothel?" "Seriously?" Powder laughed, raising an eyebrow as she lied back down on the bed, letting her tank top rise up a bit. "Do you go a lot?" "Sparingly."

“Good to know.”

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Jinx urged, rolling over to lie next to powder with a michevious smirk. 

"...okay, you first."

Powder said, smiling a bit as she propped herself up on her elbows and tilted her head to the side, curious to see what jinx would ask...considering they were the same person but not exactly.

"Alright, truth or dare, doll?"

Jinx asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.. There was a lot she wanted to know about this cheerful, softer version of herself.

She was curious about everything; her life, her choices, her relationships.  The possibilities of questions were endless, but she decided to start with something simple.

"truth."

Powder responded, shifting a bit closer. The constant pet names were started to heat her up a bit but she pushed it aside and bit down on her lower lip and listened.

"Have you ever, in your entire life, been with someone? Like...intimately?"

"Thats such a juvenile question."

Powder laughed, rolling her eyes before playing with her bracelet a bit out of nervousness, why was she nervous? was it normal to find herself hot?

"No, I havent, now you, truth or dare?"

"Oh, but your reaction to it wasn't very juvenile."

Jinx teased, a small smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back a bit, resting her weight on her hands as she pretended to think about it.

"Dare."

She said, her gaze locking onto Powder's face intently.

"I dare you...to uh...hop on one foot for a minute?"

Powder asked nervously, her voice breaking a bit. She couldnt think of anything better, but once she said it out loud it did sound kind of stupid. which made her feel like banging her head against a wall.

"Ooh, a challenge!"

Jinx said sarcastically, pretending to be impressed by the dare, before realizing that it was a pretty mundane task. She let out a small sigh and rolled her eyes.

"seriously?”

"What do you want me to say? 'take off your top'?"

Powder huffed, raising an eyebrow as she burried her face in her hands and leaned against jinx a bit and avoided eye contact.

"Hell yeah!"

She giggled, her tone playful as she felt Powder lean against her side. She couldn't help but nudge the other girl's side with her elbow in a playful manner.

"Okay fine...I dare you to..go into the bathroom and take one topless selfie with this camera."

powder challenged with a smirk, rolling over to her nightstand and handing jinx the pink and blue camera she had. The newfound boldness she didnt even knew she had made her feel dizzy.

Jinx raised both her eyebrows, surprised and slightly shocked by the sudden boldness coming from such an innocent looking girl.

"Alright, im game."

She teased, a smirk on her face as she took the camera. She got up, stretching her legs before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her properly, she couldnt stop smiling as she lifted up her shirt, revealing her perky tits adorned with rosy pink nipples, and snapped a picture, and another. powder rolled her eyes and just waited for jinx to come back, she could hear the faint click on the camera, which made her stomach drop and the spot between her thighs wet.

"Are you done yet? I said one picture, not a photoshoot."

"Chill, I'm coming."

Jinx said, pulling her shirt back on and stepping out of the bathroom. She couldn't help but chuckle at the impatience in Powder's voice.

"Here, one picture, as requested."

She teased, handing the camera back to Powder and plopping herself back down next to the other girl, leaning against her shoulder "Truth or dare?"

Jinx asked, her hand reaching to pull at a lock of powder's blue hair, it was just too intriguing having such a similar yet so different version of herself right here next to her...did they share the same limits? taste? "..dare."

Powder said softly, shoving jinx hand away with a small smile, she was feeling brave and slightly horny. but she managed to hide that pretty well and turned to lie on her back. "do you own a vibrator?" "wha- thats not a dare-" "answer." "...yeah." "great! I dare you to use it over your pants for 20 seconds on the highest setting." Powder let her jaw drop a bit, but the daring gaze in those magenta pink eyes made her relent after a few seconds of silence, despite the idea being arousing, she felt shy exposing herself to....herself. She shakily reached for the pink wand she had strategically hidden in her nightstand drawer, lying back down on the bed nervously , while jinx was beaming with excitement, fuck her. "go on, dont be shy." Jinx urged, seated in place as if she was watching a polo match while powder shut her eyes and braced herself as she brought the buzzing tip to her clothed pussy, instinctively jerking away with a loud whimper, she coudlnt help it, but jinx held her in place with a smile. "attagirl, cmon, you can do it, just 30 seconds...can you do that f'me baby?" Powder just nodded and used her free hand to hold onto jinx's as she let her mouth fall open a bit, even though her pants she knew jinx could hear the slick oozing noises coming from her pussy, which was just so damn embarrassing, why her? those 30 seconds past tortuously as she rolled her hips like a cat in heat, spread her legs wider and held onto jinx's forearm the whole time, while she just watched and bit down on her lower lip. eventually it ended and powder nearly came, but jinx as there to turn off the toy and set it aside, giggling like a nerd. "wait no..." Powder weakly said, subtly reaching her hand down her fuzzy pants to curiously see how wet she was, two fingers spreading her puffy folds open..and damn was it a waterfall, she was half pissed at jinx for ending her pleasure so quickly. "Nuh uh uh...we gotta finish playing the game first." "But.." "nope." "fuck! truth or dare?" "dare." "I dare you to fuck me! please!" powder exclaimed, nearly on the verge of tears as she tried to wiggle out of her pants and rub herself. "Awh...your gonna make feel bad, pow-pow." Jinx taunted before shoving her lips against hers as she trailed her hands all over her waist, she was so soft, and way more blessed in the chest area. She slid her cold hands under powders top, carelessly taking it off before humming in contentment when she saw that she wasnt wearing a bra, she knew her eyes weren't tricking her when she noticed a bit more bounce than usual. Powder was a whimpering mess, the ache and pressure on her pussy was too much for her to handle, she needed release now! but the rough fondling of her tits felt good so she just arched her back and put on a show for jinx, her own hands shakily trying to take off the crop-top jinx always wore, and she obliged, throwing it aside somewhere as she pressed their breasts together, not breaking the kiss once despite the fact that she was nearly drooling and making a mess of powder. She got so caught up in the kiss and rubbing their nipples she forgot about the vibrator, she only got reminded when powder started to buck her hips up and whine, god, she sounded so pretty like this. Jinx nearly ripped off her pants along with powders as she reached for the wand and rubbed it along her own soaked lips, letting a soft sigh escape her as she turned it on and placed it between them as she tangled their legs together and placed her searing hot cunt against powders, obscene squelching coming from the both of them as jinx started to mindlessly hump her, her finger slipping and turning the setting on at highest, jinx didn't care, she needed to cum all over powder. But powder was moaning loudly and squirming, the fast pace too much for her to handle, her pussy spasming and her hole clenching on nothing as she gripped onto the sheets and shut her eyes. "J-Jinx I cant...I-its too-" "cmon baby, I know you can do it, I know you like being fucked like whore...just a bit more?"

Jinx interrupted , groaning and rutting her hips back and forth as she furrowed her brows in concentration, her tits jiggling with every move she made, it was just so fun to break such a sweet, naive version of herself, her train of thought was broken when powder wailed as she reached her climax, her back arching as she squirted and convulsed, but the vibrations just kept on going, and jinx's cunt just kept on sliding up and down her folds, she was overstimulated and it was in that grey area between pain and pleasure, it hurt so good, she could only babble pleas, except she didnt know if she was pleading for more or for her to stop. It didnt take jinx long before she mewled and gushed her fluids from her pussy, she turned off the vibrator and just fell on top of powder for a minute, the two girls panting and quivering. "f-fuck, you did so good." "Im not done with you yet..." Powder said, letting her cunt rest for a bit before she smiled and got up a bit, her hands going up to jinx's tits, softly grabbing and rolling her fingertips in circles against her rock-hard nipples. "I think you liked being tied up earlier, is that right?" "How'd you know?" A few minutes later, and jinx was tied up on the best post, stuffed full with an 8-inch purple dildo and a bullet vibrator buzzing on a low setting on her clit while powder continued the damn truth or dare game....of course the girl just had to use her words against her. she thought powder was joking but apparently not, her other self was kinky as shit, raising the vibration everytime she gave a 'good' answer. "truth or dare?" "truth..." "Where is the riskiest place you’ve ever masturbated?" "...my lab w-while I was waiting for some chemicals to develop-" her answer was cut off when suddenly the vibrations raised higher and after a few minutes of their little game she squealed and came hard around the dildo, which powder leaned down and eagerly lapped up, the soft pink muscle rubbing her flesh up and down as she struggled against the restrained and spread her legs wide, it was a pornographic scene, her hole stretched wide, lips pink and swollen, and her clit having a heartbeat of its own at this point. She was utterly thoughtless, she didnt even realize her restraints being untied as she was flipped onto her stomach and spread open once again, her abs flexing as a new , bigger dildo was inserted by powder and she was once again being bounced up and down on it...her mouth open , droll sliding down the corners of her lips while powder comforted her, entranced by the way her lips stretched around it (visual if you want) she was surprised powder wasnt the one on shimmer because they spent at least 3 hours going at it.

[soldiersslut]

GHOST OF YOU — SOLDIER BOY "CHAPTER TWO"

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, herogasm, canon violence, Soldier Boy being himself and a smartass

Word Count: 3,649

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It was obvious you were exhausted, it was so bad to the point you did not hear everyone else wake up and talk about the plan for the day. Eventually, Butcher left to find food. Hughie was left in charge to control Soldier Boy and his radiation level. The less angry, the better. Soldier Boy remained on his side of the bed and watched TV. From time to time he would look down at you.

“Is she always a heavy sleeper?” he asked. Hughie looked up from his phone and observed.

“Yesterday was a hard day so I don’t blame her for sleeping in.”

Soldier Boy nodded and still stared. “I remember when I first met her, man, she was a firecracker. Nothing could get past her. It’s surprising to see her sleeping so peacefully like this.”

Hughie furrowed his eyebrows together. “I’m sorry, you two know each other?” That made no sense to Hughie. Last time Soldier Boy had awaken was back in the 70s. You weren’t even born yet.

“Are you stupid or fucking stupid? Of course I have. We served—” and on cue, Butcher entered with food. Hughie looked down at the radiation reader and realized it had gone up once again. Maybe it was best if Hughie doesn’t bring it up again. Though he will mention it to Butcher when they are alone.

Butcher dropped the food on the table and shook you to wake up. “Morning sunshine, get up and eat. I am going to head back out again in a bit to find the twins’ location.”

You opened your eyes and rubbed them. The sun was hitting your face and it was bothering you.

“I need a shower first,” you said. Quickly, you strode to the bathroom and locked the door. You stared at yourself in the mirror expecting to see bruises but there was nothing. The water pressure was not as strong as you would like it to be, so it took a bit longer than the normal shower time to finish. You were able to overhear everything and constantly rolled your eyes at Soldier Boy’s arrogant voice.

Soldier Boy was already becoming a headache, and you have yet to hold an actual conversation with him. The few moments you have heard him speak has been cruel and perverted.

He’s also suffered betrayal.

You sighed and wondered what else did Soldier Boy have inside his pandora box. He is unpredictable, and that made him dangerous. When the water began to run cold you knew it was time to get out. You dried off and put on the same clothes from yesterday.

Butcher had announced he had a contact who will be able to get him the TNT twins location.

“I am going with you.”

The more you avoided Soldier Boy the better. Last night’s words were still at the forefront of your mind and as much as you would like to ask him right now he is short-tempered and your attitude from last night hasn’t helped.

“Why the fuck can she go, but I cannot?” Soldier Boy demanded to know. You beat Butcher to the punch and rebutted back.

“Because you are Soldier Boy and at any moment anyone can recognize you. The last thing we need is you blowing up again and taking us down with us. So shut up, eat your food, and let us get to work.”

Soldier Boy’s jaw clenched. “You got a lot of fucking nerve talking to me that way. Last time I remember the men used to put women in their place. When the hell did society go wrong.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Soldier Boy was a lot of things and maybe it should not be shocking he is being a misogynistic prick, but the fact he still thinks society has not moved on from that. “And you still wonder why you aren’t coming with us?”

That was the last thing you said before marching out of the room. Butcher wanted to ease the tension in the room, “might be that time of the month.” He left and followed you to the car. You were already inside with your arms cross.

“Don’t even think about making me apologize to him,” you warned.

Butcher let out a groan, “I won’t make you apologize but you need to butter it up with him. At the rate you are going he is going to bloody blast you. Do not let him get to you.”

You went on a rant after that.

“How do you expect me to not say anything to him? I am not going to worship the ground he walks on. If he wants respect then he needs to give it back.” Butcher agrees, but they need to be prioritizing the bigger picture and that is Homelander’s death in the hands of Soldier Boy.

Bucher decided to switch topics and discuss who was his contact. It is a C-list Supe who was friends with the twins before they were apart of Payback. The drive was over within an hour. “Let me do the talking, last thing we need is for you to make another enemy.”

If that was Butcher’s way to humor, he sucked. The Supe had no problem in giving away the location of the twins. On the drive back you decided to voice your concerns.

“Did I tell you what Crimson Countess said before her death?”

Butcher shook her head. You explained what happened inside the trailer and shared your concern with the way Soldier Boy acts around you. Granted, he is a dick but he allows you to talk to him the way you do. If it was anyone else he was quick to get offensive.

“Countess probably confused you with someone else. When you know you are at death’s door you are desperate to say anything, and with what you are telling me she was just trying to get under his skin,” he shrugged.

It still wasn’t convincing enough, “then why stare so fucking much?”

Butcher let out a chuckle. “Be serious, he’s been asleep since the 80s. He probably wants to pull his wanker and let one out at the thought of you.” You looked at him terrified.

He began to laugh just looking at your reaction. In the end you were convinced that it was all in your head and the answers were right in front of you. Upon returning Butcher informed Soldier Boy and Hughie that we will be heading out to Vermont.

Most of the conversation happened between Butcher and Hughie. You were sitting in the back with Soldier Boy and just like before, your knee touched his. Only difference this time is his hand was resting on his knee and his pinky reached out to touch your knee.

The car was parked a good distance away to avoid detection. The rest was walked on foot. “So, what is happening here?” you asked. Hughie looked through the binoculars and to both of your surprise this was herogasm.

Soldier Boy took pride in admitting that he founded it, and Liberty helped him with it. Your scrunched up face was obvious and he took notice. He smirked for a second and focused back the task at hand.

“Just give me three minutes,” Hughie suggested.

“I can go with him to cover more ground,” you offered yourself.

Soldier Boy shook his head. “Absolutely not. You are going to sit this one out.”

For a moment it felt like a vein popped on your temple. “The hell you mean I am staying here? I am not some damsel in distress. I can take care of myself and the sooner we finish this the better.”

Soldier Boy’s jaw clenched again and he got closer. He towered over you. “Trust me, sweetheart, with the way you are speaking to me I wouldn’t want to save you. Honestly, where the fuck did this attitude come from?” he snapped.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that you are the problem?”

Hughie interrupted, “I’m just gonna go.” In seconds, he was gone and without his clothes.

You were too angry to argue with Soldier Boy, let alone look at him. Those three minutes felt too long. After time has passed, Butcher and Soldier Boy left to infiltrate.

“Stay,” Soldier Boy ordered and pointed his finger. The binoculars were handed it to you. You faked a smile and watched them leave. Like hell you were going to stay. As soon as they walked through the doors to the house you were on the move. Instead of entering through the front door you went through the pool door. You have seen a lot of things, but never in your mind would you have ever imagined a Supe orgy.

You did your best to avoid everything and everyone. The last thing you needed is to give someone the wrong impression, and anger Soldier Boy.

It was surprising to see one area of the house empty.

“MM,” you said, shocked to see him here. He was also shocked, but he knew that meant one thing. He called out to you demanding to know where Soldier Boy was. You explained the plan and noticed his eyes diverted behind you.

“One simple fucking order, you cannot even handle that?!”

You could recognize that voice anywhere at this point. Slowly, you turned and noticed just how angry Soldier Boy appeared. Though, between him and MM you weren’t sure who was angrier. Without wasting a second MM threw the halothane glass and Soldier Boy inhaled it in as if it were a Marlboro cigarette.

“MM, no!” you yelled, and tried to push him back but he was determined to fight Soldier Boy.

Butcher had to come in and stop Soldier Boy from proceeding further. He gave Soldier Boy the information he wanted.

“You are coming with me,” he ordered and yanked your arm; dragging you with him.

“Let go of me!” you yelled and started hitting him, but he was not budging. Both of you came to a stop in one of the living rooms and noticed the horribly aged TNT twins. Why is he so keen in taking you everywhere.

Crimson Countess was able to remain cool and calm partially, but these twins screamed guilty based on their reaction and stuttering. It was obvious how they tensed up almost to the point they froze on the spot.

“Holy shit, mimicry! You’re alive!” Tessa spoke up, sounding a little too excited. She opened her arms expecting some hug from you and she even dared to move closer. Soldier Boy stood in front of you.

“Don’t you dare come near her or I will rip those fucking arms off of you” he threatened.

Tessa backed up right away.

“What is she talking about? Who is Mimicry?” you asked. You placed your hand on Soldier Boy’s shoulder; trying to get him to move out of the way. Soldier Boy looked at your hand placement and then looked at you. This was his moment to test out his theory and ask once again who exactly are you.

“You’re Mimicry,” Tommy answered and let out a light but nervous laugh as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Mimi, please help us. Tell Ben that all of this was a mistake and we didn’t mean any of it.”

At this point the twins might as well get on their knees and beg. You could feel Soldier Boy tense up under your touch. You looked at him and noticed his behavior was completely off. He was no longer portraying a confident soldier. This time, you can see a man attempting to fight off his demons.

“The hell is wrong with you?” you asked. You stood in front of him and tried to make him snap out of it. The twins saw an opportunity and aimed for your back. Soldier Boy noticed and pushed you out of the way. You hit the wall and went unconscious.

When you woke up you had the biggest headache, and your back was sore. You remembered what happened before and quickly got up from the floor. People were crying, screaming, and there was lots of bodies everywhere. You let out a sentence full of profanities and walked around. Soldier Boy was nowhere seen, neither was anyone else.

You called out to Butcher, Hughie, and MM. Shit, you even called out to Soldier Boy. From a distance you could hear fists connecting to bones, bodies hitting the walls, buzzing sounds, and just a lot of fighting. You didn’t even have to say anything to see who was fighting. Your eyes went wide at the sight of the familiar United States cape fighting against Butcher and Soldier Boy.

Soldier Boy was thrown to the ground while Homelander choked Butcher. He raised him up from the ground.

“Hey!” you yelled, without giving it a second thought. You pulled out your gun from its holster and started shooting at Homelander. It was expected the bullets were not going to hurt Homelander but it is a big enough distraction he didn’t choke Butcher to death. Just as you predicted, Homelander dropped Butcher to the ground and turned to look at you.

Homelander burst out laughing, “and what exactly can a human do against me?” Without a second thought his eyes glowed red and aimed at you. It was instinctual to try and use your arms to block off the lasers, but they were not going to do shit against him. You had closed your eyes expecting the worse but nothing came your way. You opened your eyes and they went wide to see Soldier Boy in front of you, and holding off the laser with his shield.

“Not a damsel in distress, huh?!” he asked. Of course he had to be a smartass. “Listen to me for once and hide!”

You knew better now than to get in the way. This time you did listen to him and ran out. You were out of breath by the time you got outside. Annie called out to you. “We need you, there’s a lot of people hurt!”

This was the best thing to do. This is what you were good at. Without a second thought you began to help people as much as you can all until ambulances showed up and took over. Loud, shattered glass can be heard above and you looked up to see Homelander leaving in a rush. A wave of relief washed over you. Soldier Boy, Butcher, and Hughie walked out. Soldier Boy was looking through the crowd until he saw you.

You knew there was no fighting him in staying. You looked at Annie and MM. They were both frustrated at the thought of you leaving.

“I’m sorry,” you said and walked towards the other group. Soldier Boy was satisfied and all four of you left. They explained what happened with Homelander.

“I’m still waiting on the thank you.”

This was unavoidable, and it was tempting to roll your eyes but now was not the appropriate time.

“You will get your thank you when I feel like it,” you mumbled knowing he heard you.

Soldier Boy scoffed and shook his head. “Fuck! Nothing I do satisfies you!”

“Will you two give it a rest?! It has been a very long day” Butcher protested, obviously irritated.

“You want a thank you, fine! Thank you, Soldier Boy. Thank you for actually being a hero and saving someone. What would we ever do without you?” you sarcastically spoke.

Soldier Boy’s jaw clenched, “you know what, fuck you and I hope your pussy dries up every time some guy wants to screw you.”

“And I hope you get STDs.”

The car ride fell into a tensed silence. You nor Soldier Boy could say anything without provoking each other. Hughie asked Butcher where they will be going for the night, and there is only one place Butcher could think of.

The Legend.

It was approximately a five to six hour car ride. You were trying hard to not fall asleep but it was inevitable. Now that you were not on a fight or flight mode your body began to ache, and it demanded rest. By the time they arrived to Legend’s home you were in deep sleep. Hughie tried to wake you up.

“Let her sleep. She sounds better like this” Soldier Boy said.

He didn’t wait for Butcher or Hughie to say anything. He put the shield on his back and walked around the car to open your door. He opened it and caught you in his arms. You were so deep asleep you didn’t realize Soldier Boy had lifted you in his arms and carried you inside as if your the weight of paper.

Butcher knocked hard on the door. It was the middle of the night and they needed a place to rest. Legend was more asleep than awake when he heard the knock. He was ready to yell at whomever was waking him up at this hour but seeing Soldier Boy carry you in his arms, it was like deja vu.

“It has been a very long, and shitty day. Where can I put her down?” Soldier Boy asked. Legend was too shocked to say anything. It’s impossible for you to be alive. Butcher snapped Legend out of it and pointed to where the bedrooms are located. When Butcher, Hughie, and MM came to visit you weren’t with them.

“I need a drink,” Legend said.

“At this hour?” Hughie asked, sounding concerned.

Legend nodded and poured himself a drink all the way to the top. Soldier Boy walked out of the room where he placed you down, and marched towards Legend with purpose.

“Wait—” Soldier Boy did not give Legend a chance to speak. He grabbed him and lifted him up from the ground, slamming him against a wall. Butcher and Hughie rushed to get Soldier Boy off of Legend.

“I swear to you, Mimicry is dead! That isn’t Mimicry! It’s impossible!” Legend explained, fear can be heard in his tone.

“You’re lying! How is she here then?!”

Soldier Boy was angry, he was practically seeing red. Flashes of Mimicry’s body appeared in his mind. She died in his arms and yet, she is here.

“Because that isn’t her! I don’t know how it is possible but Vought retrieved Mimicry’s body from Russia. There was an open casket ceremony! I went and she got buried with her suit! I saw when they put her on the ground!”

Finally, Soldier Boy put Legend down.

“Can someone explain what the bloody hell is going on?!” Butcher was angry. Something was going on and everyone appears to be afraid to say something.

“You will not understand because Vought deleted everything about Mimicry, but she was a member of Payback for the longest time. She was Soldier Boy’s right hand and possibly the most loyal one to him. She died trying to break this one out of Russia. The Russians told Vought what happened and Vought believed the safest thing to do was to make everyone forget about her. Nowadays, no one knows she ever existed.”

The Legend moved to one of the drawers. He opened it and looked through it until he found what he was looking for. He handed it to Butcher.

“Holy shit,” said Hughie. Butcher and Hughie were speechless. It was you and Soldier Boy. His hand was around your waist, holding you close, and your arm was on his waist. The cameraman caught the perfect moment of the both of you staring into each other’s eyes. There was a smile on your face. It was the definition of a woman in love.

Legend continued to speak, “the person in the room is not Mimicry, unless she has demonstrated any superpower. That is not her.”

For Soldier Boy it felt like someone ripped through his chest and held a tight grip on his heart. The more Legend spoke, the more it got twisted.

“What were Mimicry’s powers?” Butcher asked.

“She was able to get any Supe’s power with a touch. Including my own,” Soldier Boy answered. This time he poured himself a drink.

“It still doesn’t make any sense. She is human, and obviously Mimicry isn’t. We have seen pictures of her growing up and having a normal life. She has never shown any powers” Hughie explained.

“The woman in the room isn’t Mimicry.” Soldier Boy had been in denial of it but he remembered your hand on his shoulder back at herogasm, and yet there was no display of power.

“If this isn’t Mimicry, how is it she looks exactly like her? Did Vought clone her?” Hughie and Butcher had so many questions.

Legend shook his head, “if they were going to start cloning Supes I would have heard something by now. Truthfully, there is no explanation. Almost as if God and heaven, or even the devil, wanted to give Mimicry another chance at life. She always dreamed of a family, sadly it was taken away from her. She had a baby and that baby lived, and so on. What I can guarantee is that she is from Mimicry’s lineage.”

Soldier Boy stared out the window with the cup on his hand. Once again he felt himself lied to. He was being given something back, and now it feels like it got taken from him.

Your entire existence is a sick and twisted lie, and he despises you for carrying her face. He is reminded every time he has to look at you.

“This has never happened before with any Supes ever. Word is barely spreading that Supes can have babies when Mimicry was the first to ever have one a long time ago. If Vought finds out about her existence,” Legend warned and pointed to the room where you continued to sleep, “they will come for her.”

Next Chapter: Chapter Three

Author's Note: Phew! A lot got unpacked and I hope it is making sense! We will be speeding through the end of season three (with a few changes) in one or two chapters, and afterwards it will be my take of season four and further on. Thank you so much again for all the love and support!

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[auras-moonstone]

Hi!! So the Canucks just lost to the oilers 😔 could we get some more Ethan or Jack x Hockey??

Or sm cowboy Jack related yk bc of his most recent ig post🤭

Anywayyy hope you are having a great start of The Weekend, love your writing 🫶🏼💋

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ sparking up my darkest night — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 3k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: cowboy!ethan landry x pop star!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n goes to her grandparents’ hometown to hide from the drama, and she meets ethan, a cowboy who helps her through the darkness as they fall in love with each other.

ᡣ𐭩 warnings: fluff. cheesiness.

after long, exhausting hours of driving, y/n arrived to the minuscule town where she was going to hide for undefined amount of time. according to her publicist, disappearing from the public eye was the best choice, primarily for her mental health.

the two grammy award winner fell victim to the manipulation of another famous singer who, using his power as a big figure in the industry, twisted a story and went as far as editing conversations and calls to paint y/n as a villain.

and it had worked like a charm. at the moment, y/n’s name was trend on every platform and the hateful comments outlawed the positive ones, that were practically non-existent. people who already disliked her took the situation as an opportunity to unleash their hatred and some of their fans even turned their backs on her.

the castle y/n had built crumbled overnight, and so she decided to hide in the town her grandparents grew up in and try to pretend she was a normal person and her career and future weren’t slipping through her fingers like sand.

y/n stood right next to the car as her eyes inspected the house from outside. the flowers on the front garden were very much alive, the grass was perfectly cut, the windows were practically glowing. there was no aspect of the house that indicated it had been uninhabited for the last five years, and it sent y/n in a spiral because why was the place in such good conditions?

“y/n?” a boyish voice pulled her out of thoughts.

the girl went stiff and adjusted her sunglasses. “um, no?” she turned around to find a boy her age and a brown and white horse by his side.

amusement filled his eyes. “you are not sure if you’re y/n?” he asked, evidently trying to hold his laugh. “what’s with the big glasses and the bandeau?”

the pop-star instinctively ran her hand over the silk cloth. “i’m undercover.”

“in a vuitton bandeau and driving a benz? hate to break it to you, but that’s not how you go undercover. does your team hate you or something?”

“wouldn’t be surprised.” she muttered under her breath. “anyways, how do you know my name, smartass?”

“i’m ethan landry, nice to meet you.” he extended his hand for a shake and his calloused fingers met hers. to his surprise, they were calloused as well, and then he remembered that y/n played way too many instruments so it made sense. “my parents are friends of yours, they asked me to check if you’d arrived safely and to help you settle.”

“oh, that’s nice of you. thank you.” y/n smiled gently.

“no problem at all. at your service, ma’am.” he jokingly tipped his cowboy hat.

y/n laughed. “nice hat, want to exchange?”

ethan scoffed. “get that overpriced thing away from me, i’d rather stay true to my roots.”

“whatever, cowboy. are you going to introduce me to this gorgeous creature?” she eyed the horse with soft eyes.

“i already told you, my name’s ethan.” he winked, making her roll her eyes. but the boy was charming, there was not denying that. “this is my horse, pegasus, and his favourite song of yours is white horse.”

her shoulders shook with laughter and ethan’s heart skipped a beat. that sound was as angelic as her voice. but he quickly locked those thoughts away, he could not go there. she was not only here for a short period of time, she was also beyond untouchable.

“hi, pegasus. aren’t you the cutest horse ever? yes, you are.” she baby-talked the gigantic animal while petting him. “i love your name.” the horse made a sound and the next thing she knew, he licked the side of her face. “aww! it’s nice to meet you too. you’re as charming as your owner, huh?”

“thanks for the compliment but i’m not going to lick your face.” ethan joked, but he was screaming from the inside.

y/n sighed, feigning disappointment. “well, i tried.”

they got to know each other a bit more as ethan helped her get settled in the house, which he knew like the back of his hand because he was the reason why the house looked good as new. her parents payed him to clean the house and take care of the garden.

“well, i’ll leave you to start getting familiar with your new home for the time being. i wrote down my number and sticked it to the fridge. you can call me or text me any time, i live five minutes away so it’s no inconvenience for me. don’t hesitate to reach out, okay? whether you need help with something or if you need a friend to talk to.”

a friend. that sounded so nice. her so called friends from the city let go of her hand as soon as the drama unfolded, not giving her a chance to explain. they didn’t even ask what happened, they just disappeared. they discarded her once her reputation went down the drain.

“hey…” he said softly. she met his gaze and the look in her eyes splitter his heart. he lived in a small town and even though he wasn’t on the phone that much, he didn’t live under a rock. ethan knew the reason behind her escapade, and because of his parents’ friendship with y/n’s family, he knew all those things the singer said about her were fabricated and far from real. “the truth will come out. it always does. you’re allowed to feel sad, and angry, and whatever you’re feeling, but don’t let them bring you down.”

“they already did. my career might be over, everyone hates me, the record is thinking about letting me go because i don’t bring them a good image anymore, i have no friends left. they made me ran away from my home, ethan. i can’t even defend myself because they’re so filled of hatred that they won’t hear my side of the story.”

“so you don’t play the part of the victim, even though you are one. you gather all the awful things they’re saying about you and laugh it off. make it your brand. they can’t use it against you if you embrace the hate.” he said all of those things, and he truly believed it. but at the same time, he had the urge to bring him into his arms and secure her from the outside world.

she pressed her lips in a thin line “that sounds great, ethan. but i don’t know if i can do that.”

he nodded in understanding “and that’s normal. the wounds are still raw, but you’ll get there eventually, because you cannot let them win.”

“you’re kinda wise, cowboy.” she finally smiled.

“thank you, super star. maybe in your next album you can mention a hot cowboy who helped you see reason.”

“oh, do you know any hot cowboys? introduce me please.” she teased him.

ethan gritted his teeth. he did not like the image of her with someone else at all. he had met her two hours ago and he was already having possessive thoughts. ethan was definitely not going to survive y/n. he feared she already had him under her spell. after all, her funny comebacks and soft heart were impossible to resist.

“nah. you already have the best combo in town, the hottest, most charming cowboy—me—, and his sweet sidekick—pegasus.”

y/n shook her head in amusement “you’re so full of yourself.” but she couldn’t deny that she agreed with him.

“more like aware of myself.”

“i don’t know how that hat fits in that big head of yours.”

“it’s custom made, darling.” he winked.

“and pretty ugly, too. here, let me help.” she took off her bandeau and wrapped it around his hat. “now you’re a fancy cowboy.”

“i’m going to be the town’s biggest disappointment.” yet, he didn’t take it off. “i really have to go, but let’s do something tomorrow, okay? maybe i can show you around town.”

she smiled like the cheshire cat. “can i ride a horse?”

“sure, we can borrow my sisters’”

“yay! can’t wait. see you tomorrow, ethan.”

“it’s fancy cowboy for you, super star.” he winked and then left the house.

as she watched both pegasus and ethan disappear from her sight, she realized it had been months since the last time she had smiled so genuinely. and even though she had been in this town for a couple of hours, she already decided it was the best decision she could’ve made.

as soon as ethan caught sight of y/n standing in the porch, he smiled like a little kid. she was adorable, with a basket in hand, short overalls and cowboy boots and excitement lighting up her face.

“dressed for the occasion, i see.” ethan said.

“like it?” she asked, doing a little turn.

“you look gorgeous, y/n.” he answered softly making the singer blush. “though, there’s something missing to complete the outfit.” her curious eyes met his, and he simply smiled as he took a cowboy hat from his bag. he put it on y/n’s head and hummed in content. “now we’re talking.”

“i love it! thank you so much!” y/n didn’t even think before jumping and throwing her arms around his slim waist.

“you’re very welcome.” he murmured, hugging her back. her figure felt so perfect against his, like puzzle pieces. “what’s on the basket?”

“i made cupcakes, a cheesecake and sandwiches. i was thinking we could stop to have a little picnic.”

“that sounds very nice. i know a spot by the lake.“

y/n admired her surroundings. the sun reflecting on the lake, the green grass, the quietness, the tall trees, the animals living so freely. she felt so at ease, not needing to be in high alert for invasive paparazzis or overstepping fans.

“a penny for your thoughts?” ethan asked, curious about what thoughts had her smiling so big.

“it feels so good not being under scrutiny. no hunters with cellphones at sight, i feel so fucking light.”

“you don’t miss the city?” he asked curiously.

“not even a bit.” she answered truthfully. “when the drama began, i realized i have nothing there.“

“what about your friends? boyfriend? girlfriend?”

“no boyfriend or girlfriend.” thank god, ethan screamed internally. “and all my supposed friends turned into smoke. being friends with a liar is not good for their image, and that’s the whole reason why they hung out with me i now realize.”

“fuckers.” he spat angrily. “when your next album breaks all the records they’re going to came back with their tails between their legs and you’re going to laugh at their faces.”

how could someone she had met less than a day ago make her feel so much? “you’re setting the bar too high for my next album. what if it ends up sucking and you have to eat your words?”

he shrugged “easy, you just have to work your ass off so my ego isn’t hurt by not being right.”

“working hard is the way of making a good album? damn, i would’ve never thought of doing that!” they exclaimed sarcastically.

“lucky you met me, then.”

jokes aside, y/n really was lucky. the soft spot on her heart was slowly becoming reserved for him. feelings were already blooming and there’s nothing she could do to stop it.

she really liked how funny he was and god, she was part of hollywood yet she had never encountered someone more breathtakingly beautiful than ethan landry. but the way he constantly made her believe that she could truly get her reputation back? the way he truly had faith in her? that’s what made her certain he was the best of the best.

“would you…” he started the question, then hesitated. y/n raised her eyebrows, urging him to keep going. “would you consider leaving the city to move here?”

“right now? i would say yes, i’d really consider it. but that’s because in l.a everyone is going to shove a camera in my face and ask questions and i wouldn’t be able to go out without hate being thrown at me.”

ethan nodded. “yeah, that makes sense.”

“i guess time will tell.”

“maybe i’ll have to make sure to give you endless reason to stay.”

she had a feeling it wouldn’t take too much work. besides, him living there was enough reason to make her stay.

six months had gone by. everyone wondered where y/n was, if she was going to drop new music, if she was going to show her face, activate her social media again, if she was going to address the drama and explain her side of the story in detail. everyone speculated that she was drowning in her own misery—which they agreed she deserved for being a liar and manipulator—, they had no idea she was going better than she ever had. or that she had just finished writing her comeback album.

“this is amazing, y/n.” ethan said when he finished reading one of the songs. “everyone’s going to love it.”

they were currently sitting in y/n’s living room, just right by the fireplace. they had brought down her mattress and made a fort with the covers and pillows. ethan had begged her to show some of the songs, and she accepted. she was not showing him the ones she had written about him, though.

“i don’t know about that.” she shook her head. “anyways, i’m not doing it to be liked again. i guess the only reason i’m dropping this album is because i don’t want to keep my side of the story to myself. if i want to close this chapter of my life, everything needs to be let out. and i also want my remaining fans to know.”

“you don’t want your career back? you deserve it. you’ve worked so hard to get the spot you had before that jealous prick ruined it.” ethan spat with hatred. honestly, at this point he was more angered by the whole thing than her. it made her heart melt, the way he cared about her.

“i do want my career back, but i don’t want it to be the center of my world anymore. i’ve found other things that brings me joy, too. i don’t want to let go of them.”

ethan pushed himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “and… what are those things?” he asked hope invading his chest.

“picnics next to the lake, taking care of farm animals, riding horses while watching the sunset, just… enjoying my life with no pressure.“ she spoke, then shoot her gaze up, meeting his. “but mostly, i enjoy doing those things with you. having you in this house, making dinner with you, baking, making forts, dancing around the kitchen… you make me want to leave my old life behind.”

ethan smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “there’s nothing i’d love more than for you to stay here with me, but i’d never ask you to give your career up.”

“i know. i know you wouldn’t, and that’s why i like you so much. you’ve been supportive since the beginning. you’re the main reason this album is going to exist. not only because you were my muse, but also because you gave me the strength to want to get my career back.”

“y-your muse? what are you talking about?”

“i only showed you two songs, the album is going to have around sixteen songs. those i showed you are about the drama, but… the concept is going to be about how finding love got me through the drama.”

“finding love? you…?” he would’ve been embarrassed of his high pitched voice if he weren’t so shocked by her choice of word.

she nodded softly, and eyed him hesitantly, trying to figure out if she’d read the signs wrong. next thing y/n knew was ethan rolling on top of her and his soft lips pressing against hers. “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

“i love you, too.” she kissed him back. “eth?” he hummed. “what do you think about the basement?” she asked, making him blink in confusion.

“the basement?”

“yeah, do you think it would be a cool place to build my little recording room?”

his jaw fell open. “what are you saying?”

she traces his face features with her fingertips “i’m saying that i’m moving here. and there’s no way i’m driving to L.A everyday to record the album, i would get too tired and i’d miss you too much.”

“we could move to your apartment until you finish.” he suggested.

“you would move to the city for me?” she asked, getting a bit emotional.

his eyes sparkled. “i would do anything for you.”

“you’re so fucking sweet, but you don’t need to move. i really want to move here, for good. i would probably have to drive a few times a month for important meetings or for interviews, but this is my home. both you and this town.”

he had no words, he simply kissed her softly and then hid his warm face on the crook of her neck. after a long, peaceful silence, he finally asked. “can i read those love songs?”

y/n smiled. “why don’t i play them for you?”

“this is the best day of my fucking life. don’t move, i’ll get your guitar.” he quickly got off her and ran up the stairs like an over-excited puppy.

y/n couldn’t believe what a turn her life has done. a couple of months ago she wished to have a time machine to avoid that call that turned her life into hell. now, she found herself feeling grateful that happened. not only she felt stronger but it also showed her the fake world she had blindly been living in. and most importantly, it brought her to ethan, and she would go through hell thousands of times for him.

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Smarty- Young!Grayson

Warnings: LESBIANS and flirting. R is 20, and Grayson is 21.

It was another day at the Piltover Enforcer Academy. The results were out, and you scored rank 1 like always. You were beaming and walked out with a certificate that was about to go on your parent's wall, again. Your family were natural-born enforcers. With your mom and dad being sheriffs at their time of service and your grandparents being teachers at the academy, all this came naturally to you.

The academy was a 4-year training period which included the first two years being trained, and the last 2 yeast training the new enrollers. 

You are walking to your dorm when you feel two hands on your shoulders, and you're spun around, and you're standing face to face with Grayson. The now 3rd-year senior who was always behind your ass, but she was also helpful to you often.

“So, what's the outcome smarty?” she asks you with a smile on her face

You flip your certificate around, and she grins and ruffles your hair

“I'm proud of you, little smartypant. Welcome to the second year. Will make sure you have a hellish time,” she smirks and looks you up and down. She was proud that you scored well, but nothing less was expected of you. After all, no one likes a failed nepo baby,

“Oh, shut u,p you k-” she interrupts you and holds your face between her thumb and index and leans closer

“And I advise you to keep that bratty little mouth shut if you don't want any problems with me in your year 2,” she says, her voice serious and gruff, but she still has that hint of a smirk on her face.

You just scowl in response and push her away

“Ugh, don't do that,” you pout and cross your arms

“Do what? I'm only instructing you. It's my job as a senior” She smirks and crosses her arms and looks down at you proudly. Grayson was a year older than you, and now you were promoted to year 2 and she was promoted to year 3. Of course, she was gonna use her status as a trainer to overpower you.

“Whatever I'm going to my dorm. See you tomorrow morning" You dismissively wave your hand and take your certificate back from her.

“Well I expect to see you on time for the laps,” she says with a pat on your shoulder.

You walk away and go to your dorm. You call your parents and talk to them and tell them about the good news. And you spend the rest of the evening reading and preparing for the new year. Yes, you were a huge nerd….. You were already reading for the next day so you could answer the teachers and show off your smarts.

The next morning you are woken up with the loud alarm that rings throughout the academy at 5 AM. You excitedly jump out of your bed, pick up your things, and go to common showers. You knew no one was gonna jump out of bed and go to shower, so you got the bathroom all to yourself. 

You don't waste time and are done in 15 minutes.

You come out and head straight to the breakfast hall. You were surprised to see how many people were already present. Did they not shower? You pick up a tray and get toast, egg, fruit salad cup, bacon, and a big cup of coffee.

When you spot Grayson, you go to her. You feel a bit shy because she's already sitting with her group of friends and you aren't sure if she's gonna let you sit. But she's your only semblance of a friend. 

You approach her table and everyone goes quiet and looks at you. Then Grayson looks at you and speaks.

“Oh….good morning”

“Hi” you mumble shyly, feeling a little embarrassed by all the eyes on you

“Wanna join us?” she asks, sensing your purpose

“Yes please..” you say as you slide into the seat next to her.

The next few moments are awkward, but then Grayson brings up your family history, and all her friends’ interest suddenly peaks and they're all interested in you.

“Y’know I'm surprised at how polite she's being, never was this nice to me” Grayson mentioned

“Oh shut up, you always piss me off” you quipped.

“See what I'm talking about, always gotta deal with this smartass,” she said with a grin and her friends laughed.

The alarm rings, signaling everyone to go to training. Grayson gives you a pat on the back and sends you off.

You do not dread lectures as much as physical training. You despised it. Sweating and exertion made you wanna skip classes. It was only 6 am and you knew the next 3 hours would be hell. You felt stupid as it clicked that people didn't shower because they would get sweaty after training.

You see Grayson scolding a few first-years who joined training late and weren't wearing proper training shoes. Well, she's supposed to be scolding them, but it looks like police intervention.

A 4th year senior comes and blows that obnoxious whistle and all the 1 and 2nd years start running. You were standing in the first file of the squad. 

1 lap in and you wanted to pass out. You see that everyone is focused on running and correcting year 1 students. So you pretend to trip and roll over on the floor. The whole squad of 2nd years stops and all surround you and ask you if you're okay.

The whistle blows again and you hear someone yell. “Aight, everyone move along and  leave the injured girl alone”

Grayson commanded. She walks to you and looks at you conveniently falling on the bushes.

“You think I'm dumb pretty girl?” she says with a smirk.

That made a flush rise up to your face which you couldn't hide

“I-I…what?” you stammer out

“I said. Do you think I'm dumb?” she crouches down to your level and stares at you.

“What do you mean…haha?” you nervously chuckle.

“I saw how you just stepped off the squad and conveniently rolled onto the bushes” She grips your chin in her hand and pulls you closer.

“S-sorry I-I just…um….sorry…..” you sigh and look away

She pulls you back by your chin and forces your chin upwards so you're looking at her

“Go take 12 laps,” she says

“What?! No!? I can't seriously plus the others only have 3 lap-”

She cuts you off

“Nope. That's your punishment” she says as she gets up and pulls you up by your arm and brushes the dust off you. She looks around for a second and then quickly pulls you behind a tree.

This was so sudden and out of character for Grayson

She pins you to the tree and gosh you're about to kiss.

This can't be real. She leans in and-

“Listen, you are gonna be the prefect this year” she whispers

Oh

No kissing?

“What do you mean prefect?Why?” you ask. You knew there were prefects every year, Grayson was the one for 3rd year.

But why were you gonna be th-

“Your parents were prefects for 4 years in a row. What do you mean by ‘why’? Plus you ranked 1 amongst not only your year, but overall all 4 years and the staff couldn't pick anyone better" she says, her tone serious as she kept her voice hushed.

“And what does that have to do with 12 laps?” you cross your arms defiantly and scowl at her.

“Oh, that? It's gotta do nothing. Just wanna set an example for year 1’s” She smirks and releases her grip on you which you forgot she even had it on you.

“I don't wanna do either, the perfect thing or 12 laps” you mutter

“What was that smarty?” she raises an eyebrow and looks at you

“I don't wanna do 12 laps or be a prefect,” you say, a bit louder

“Well, you don't have a choice. Go run or I will make you” she says

That just made you snort because you pictured Grayson peddling your legs like you do when you make babies burp

“What's so funny?” she asks, her tone almost seeming as if she was sad about being left out of the joke “Nothing. I'll do 6 laps. And I'll think over the prefect thing” you say as you run away, not giving her a second to add to your punishment.

“Hey! Smartass! Come back here!” but you were too far gone.

Oh, you were gonna be a prefect if it meant spending more time around Grayson.

[hypnos333]

Good Days

Velvette x Model! Reader

Synopsis: You were a model and also Velvettes anchor for being so calm all the time

You were lying on the bed naked as Velvette picked an outfit for you to match hers. “There we go I found a perfect outfit for you My love” She said pulling out a red and black shirt/Croptop with red stars on the sleeves and black jeans/Skirt to match with it.

“Get dressed sweetheart I’ll bring you something to eat while you get ready for the meeting” Velvette said excitedly making you groan before getting up to get ready.

As she left the room you put on your undergarments that was were thrown early on. Before putting on the outfit your girlfriend picked for you. When you finished Velvette busted in the room with banana bread and Coffee, she shoved it in your hands before she pulled up her phone irritated at something or someone.

You mumbled a thank you before chewing on the Banana bread and drinking the ice coffee she handed to you. She grabbed your hand to walk to the Vee’s lounge to go see Vox about the Overlord meeting.

“What’s up Vox” You greeted him as Velvette stop dragging you.

“Hello My dear Velvette and ___, Now Velvette I have important matters to attend too. Now can I trust you can represent us in the meeting?” He asked your love as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“I can do it Smartass but I still don’t understand why I can’t bring ___” Velvette said irritated she can’t bring the one person that keeps her grounded and more calm.

Oh this made sense to her irritation it’s because you couldn’t go with her and it’s true that she brings you everywhere ever since you both been dating. This might’ve been the first time you haven’t gone with her.

“Baby it’s okay maybe this is for the best plus i’m not an overlord so ill probably won’t be able to go in either way” You said calmly holding both her hands as she stopped arguing with Vox. “Plus this could be good for you to be away from me” You added making her contemplate on what to do.

She groans “Finee I’ll go to that stupid fucking meeting without you” She said gritting her teeth before grabbing her purse on the couch before walking out without giving you a kiss or a goodbye.

You sigh before turning to Vox as he raised his eyebrow at you before ushering for you to follow him.

“Lucky for you dear ___ I actually didn’t leave you bored, I need you to model for another company I made a deal for, for about 2 hours” Vox said making you nod as you both headed the Vees vehicle to take you to Devil magazine company.

After the modeling you dragged yourself to yours and Velvettes room, then noticed Velvette wasn’t done with her meeting yet so you had time to shower and eat lunch until she gets back.

Just when you got out the shower Velvette busted in the room she instantly rush over to you with a big hug. Luckily you both were the same height so she had no problem kissing your lips over and over again but you’re not complaining.

“What’s wrong baby?” You asked her as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“Nothing actually everything is just wonderful,In fact I think I aced the meeting” She said sassily making you raise your eyebrows at her.

“Sureee Baby, How bout we get some ice cream and apple pie and call it a day?” You recommended to her making her even more excited before putting her things on the bed except her phone before heading to the kitchen.

This was just a casual day with her regular attitude.

[dr-demi-bee]

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Pairing: Rolan/Tav Prompt: Little touches Cute shit, fluff, mutual pining, first kiss, SFW

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After the fall of the Absolute and the Netherbrain, Rolan had taken over as the master of Ramazith tower and the shopkeeper of Sorcerous Sundries. It was challenging work, but rewarding. To finally have a place the he and Cal and Lia could call home, and Rolan could put his skills to good use.

Tav had joined Sorcerous Sundries after the aftermath of the Absolute - at first to help in recovery efforts. And after that, because she was a talented alchemist and it was useful to have her on staff.

She’s good company, usually. For an alchemist she keeps her bench remarkably clean and organized. And she’s quiet while she works. Mostly. Occasionally she hums, which can be irritating, and occasionally there’s smoke or swearing. But given how much gold her work brings in Rolan’s willing to overlook it.

It’s a bit more difficult to overlook her other qualities. For one, she’s a smartass - infuriatingly sarcastic and seemingly endlessly full of atrocious jokes. Puns especially. Eugh.

But on top of that, she’s infuriatingly pretty. Rolan had noticed it when they first met in the grove of course. He had noticed it again in Last Light. And when she saved him from himself in the shadow curse. And when she saved his siblings. But she had never been more beautiful than when she helped grind Lorroakan into the dust.

The last few days, though, Tav has been exceptionally irritating. Rolan can’t make sense of it.

She’s run into him numerous times. Several times she’s gotten tangled up with his tail somehow while they’re both at the counter. Or he’ll turn from shelving a tome and she’ll be right there and they collide together. Or he’ll be working in the tower store-rooms and she’ll find some reason to need something on the shelf right in front of him. She’ll put a hand on his arm and lean in - giving him a jolt from the touch and the proximity, but also from her scent. She smelled lovely - like a bakery and flowers -

But it was irritating! Honestly, how’s he supposed to get work done when she’s so distracting?

He’s trying to read ledgers when she comes strolling through the portal from the shop. Humming, of course. And wearing that damnable shirt. Rolan’s brows furrow and his tail flicks with irritation.

Tav’s halfway across the rotunda, when they make eye contact. She must see something in his expression because she stops entirely.

"What's that look for?"

With a heavy, exaggerated sigh, Rolan closes the ledger and sets aside on the desk before looking back at her, his tail flicking from side to side with his displeasure.

"We need to talk about you," Rolan says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tav raises a hand to point at her self, expression perplexed. "About me?"

Rolan lets out another frustrated sigh, his tail flicking again. "Yes. You."

He leans back in his chair, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing as he watches her. Tav changes her path from the store room to move to stand before him with an exasperated sigh. She crosses her arms across her chest in kind. The way she so manages to do everything so gracefully. The very infuriating presence of her is a distraction.

"You've been a rather... valuable asset to Sorcerer's Sundries, in terms of your alchemy expertise. However, I have some concerns about you."

"Concerns?" Tav arches a brow, the twist of her lips suggesting concern of her own.

Rolan gives a slight hum before standing up from his desk, and walking around it to face her more directly. His tail continues it’s irritated motions as he looks down at her sternly.

"Yes. Concerns. More like annoyances, in all honestly," Rolan says almost in a scoff. "Your attitude and behavior."

"Care to be more specific?" Tav, of course, seems completely unfazed. All the confidence of the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.

"Your sarcasm for one." Rolan does scoff this time, rolling his eyes. "And the way you always find a way of getting under my skin."

"Not exactly hard to do," Tav replies with a wry expression. Rolan lets out a grumble with a scowl.

"And you're a smart ass too," he adds, his fingers squeezing against his biceps. "Do you know why I keep you around?"

"Presumably because I make the shop a lot of money."

"Precisely." Rolan says with a slight nod. His eyes narrow as he looks down at her - completely unbothered, as usual. And all he can think about is the infuriating way she’s been bumping into him and leaning against him and -

"Are you even grateful to have a job here?" He snarks.

"Yes, I am," Tav replies genially, lifting one hand in an airy gesture. "I'd be terrifically bored, otherwise."

Rolan rolls his eyes in response.

"Right, because making potions in silence all day is just the thrill of the century," he says sarcastically. He lets out a sigh before continuing. "Can you, for once, try and be... I don't know... pleasant to be around for more than five seconds?"

"I think I'm great fun," she returns with a grin. "And I think, secretly, you do too."

Rolan stares at her incredulously before he can manage an answer. He dismisses the very notion with another scoff of annoyance.

"Oh please." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Rolan makes a rolling gesture with both hands as he continues, "If by 'fun' you mean utterly annoying, then yes - you're just a joy to have around."

He crosses his arms against his chest again.

"And if thinking that I supposedly find your irritating behavior secretly enjoyable makes you sleep better at night," he adds sarcastically, "then by all means, continue to believe that."

"I'm glad you condone it," she returns with a cheeky grin. That same infuriatingly attractive, sly little grin. And of course it’s paired with another of her grating displays of ‘wit.’

"You're insufferable, you know that?" Rolan schools his expression to remain the annoyed he should be, and biting back the wave of amusement the threatens his lips.

"Oh, I know. I'll try and keep it to a minimum," Tav returns. He can’t help the amused huff that bubbles free at her agreement. And then she reaches out and pats him on the arm. The simple touch sends a jolt through him.

"Oh, you're just trying to get on my nerves now." Rolan accuses, narrowing his eyes as he looks down at her. He scrutinizes her for a moment, taking in that cocky expression. She’s just so gods damned confident.

"One of these days... I'm going to find a way to make you shut up," he murmurs in a low tone, a hint of challenge in his voice. Maybe he can finally shake some of that bravado.

Put her on the backfoot for once. Rolan can’t always be the one flustered and stammering. Two can play at this game.

Tav raises her brows and her lips twist with a mischevious smile. "Is that so?"

Rolan smirks back at the clear challenge in her expression and takes a few steps closer to her.

"Yes, that's so." With yellow eyes blazing as he stares at her, he adds lowly, "And I would be happy to demonstrate right this moment how."

"Come up with your solution that quickly, did you?"

Rolan’s smirk widens as she takes the bait.

"Of course I have," he returns with full-throated confidence, taking another slow step closer and puffing out his chest. "It only takes me a few seconds to come up with a solution to any problem. Even you being an insufferable smart ass."

"Ever so clever, that master of Ramazith tower," Tav returns with a grin, leaning back against the desk.

He can’t help but feel a wave of warmth wash over him at her compliment. His tail flicks slightly with satisfaction. But he knows she’s trying to get under his skin again. And he won’t let that happen. No, Rolan is going to have the last laugh this time.

"Oh, I know I am," Rolan says in a low, cocky tone. "Clever, powerful, and handsome, too."

"And humble," she adds, smirking up at him, "The whole package."

Rolan scoffs out a laugh, the sharp smirk still on his face. He leans forward, putting a hand on the desk beside her and caging her in.

"Humble, too," he agrees softly. "I know a number of uses for that smart mouth of yours besides making sarcastic remarks."

"Go ahead, then," Tav challenges with a soft smirk. And gods dammit if that isn’t maddeningly attractive.

"You're just begging me to, aren't you?" Rolan lowers his voice, bringing his face closer to hers.

He lets out a quiet hum as he stares down at her, taking in her features as he contemplates what he's about to do. His free hand lifts to grab her chin, gently turning her face up to look at him. She looks up at him with that soft smile like she’s waiting for him to make a move. But he still hesitates.

"Very wise, but not very observant," Tav teases him softly.

Rolan scoffs, his brow furrowing with mock indignation. He can’t help but feel a bit put-off by that. He’s perfectly observant.

"Oh, I'm very observant," Rolan counters sternly, holding her face still before his. "I've noticed a lot of things about you. How you bite your tongue when you're concentrating on making a potion, how you hum when you think no one's around, and how your hair always falls a certain way when you're working in the shop."

"Oh, interesting," she returns playfully, tilting her head just slightly, "Yet you miss all the times I flirt with you..."

Rolan's smirk falters slightly. Flirting with him? With him? The look in his eyes shifts - disbelief morphing to surprise before finally giving way to realization. All those little touches - those teasing comments and words. Were they...?

"You... you flirt with me?" Rolan’s grip on her chin loosens in surprise. But he won’t let go. Not now that he’s finally got her so close.

"Now who's infuriating?" She shakes her head softly before grasping the front of his robes and tugging him in the rest of the way for a kiss.

Rolan's eyes widen in surprise, his mind momentarily going blank. But once his mind catches up it quickly turns to a rush of excitement. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

He kisses her back, fiercely, and he can feel her smiling against his lips. Smiling.

Tav’s hands find their way to his cheeks, cupping him like something precious. His tail winds it’s way around her leg, coiling possessively. Tav lets out a soft, almost moaning sound and Rolan’s heart stutters. His mind is reeling - what an unparalleled delight.

He pulls her flush against him, his arms wrapping even tighter around her waist, needing her closer. Closer. The firm muscle of her thigh beneath his tail, her strong body in his arms. Gods above and hells below.

Rolan deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping out to run across her bottom lip. And his stomach flips when she breathes a soft moan in response. The sound barrels straight through him. Hearing the affect he's having on her only makes him want to pull her closer. He wants more. Needs more.

He bites gently at her bottom lip before slipping his tongue past their soft plush - exploring, tasting, wanting more. This time Tav lets out a gasp of surprise, likely not expecting the bite of his sharp teeth or the fork of his tongue. But she must like it, because she slides her hands back to cup his neck and pull him closer. Rolan smirks against her lips, loving the way she reacts to his touch.

He breaks the kiss after another long moment, pulling away just enough to speak past gasping breaths.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." Rolan breathes.

"You have a funny way of showing it," Tav pants back, her cheeks flushed.

Rolan lets out a huff against your cheek, his own cheeks flushed as well.

"I'll admit, I... didn't quite realize you were flirting with me," he murmurs, "I thought you were just being your snarky, irritating self."

"It's both," she returns with a smirk, "But I've been flirting with you since that party in camp."

"The party?” Rolan lets out a huff in disbelief, gently pulling back so he can look at her. He glances back and forth between her eyes, looking for signs she’s just messing with him again.

“You mean the party over a year ago?" Rolan guffaws incredulously, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement. "And all this time I thought you didn't like me!"

Tav rolls her eyes with a huff, though her lips are still twisted in a wry smile.

"Like I said, not very observant," she teases. Rolan lets out a huff of annoyance - she never lets him have the last word. Never lets anything go.

"I am extremely observant, thank you very much. You're just... deceptively sneaky with your flirting."

"Very sneaky," she returns with a grin, before stealing a quick kiss. "I’m a rogue, it's kind of my thing."

"I suppose I'll have to start being more observant then," he retorts. Emboldened, he squeezes his arms around her a little tighter and steals a little kiss himself. "But then I suppose that means I'll be receiving more of those little kisses from you?"

"Would you like that?" Tav toys with the hair at the nape of his neck with the fingers of one hand. The feeling sends a pleasant tingle through him, and he lets out a soft hum of pleasure.

"Yes - very much yes,” Rolan answers, leaning in slightly closer. "And I'm also going to expect much more than that now, you know."

"Not content with just shutting me up?" She arches a brow at him with a grin. Rolan lets out a chuckle, his smile spreading wider.

"Oh, I'm very content with shutting you up," he answers slyly, "But now that I know you've been secretly ogling me, I'm going to demand much more from you than just a kiss to shut you up."

Tav lets out a soft laugh. "You think I don't notice the way you look at me?"

Rolan feels his cheeks grow warmer from both chagrin at being caught and an effusive feeling from her soft laugh. He looks away for a moment, trying to hide his shame.

"Oh, you've noticed, have you?" He tries to retain his cocky attitude as his bright eyes slide back to hers, but even he can hear how he fails to hide the slight embarrassment in his tone. A bit shyly, he adds, "I... didn't think I was being that obvious about it."

"I'm something of a professional observer," Tav teases. To which Rolan groans and rolls his eyes. He tsks his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly.

"You're just so full of yourself, you know that?" Rolan gives her leg a squeeze with his tail.

"It's well-earned confidence." Tav grins back at him. She moves one hand to lay over this tail where it grips her, slowly running her fingers along the appendage. Rolan lets out a soft hum, a shudder running down his spine.

"Careful now, that's... sensitive," Rolan says, trying to sound confident. But he can’t stop the slight gasp that escapes his lips as she continues that teasing touch.

Her grin shifts to a mischievous smirk and her brows raise high at his response. She very deliberately runs her fingers feather light over the expanse of his tail where it's coiled around her thigh. Rolan lets out another gasp, his grip tightening involuntarily as he shudders.

"I-I said that's... sensitive," Rolan grits, his voice slightly higher in pitch as he shivers under her light, teasing touch. His trousers feel, quite suddenly, much too tight.

"You did, yes," Tav returns with that same smug expression. Her fingers find the spade at the end of his tail and stroke the length of it experimentally between thumb and forefinger. "What about this?"

Rolan lets out another shuddering gasp, his body tensing as sensation rocks through him like a whipcrack. His arms tighten against her and he lets out a low groan, trying to speak through the jolt of pleasure running through him.

"Tav- You- y-you need to stop, that's-"

"Ohhh." Tav's lips tip up with a wicked smile, clearly delighted by the discovery. She strokes over the spade once more, applying a slightly firmer pressure. Rolan's tail reflexively squeezes tighter around her thigh and a shuddering gasp leaves him as the feeling shoots through him like wildfire.

"You- p-please," he manages to gasp, his voice weak as he tries to maintain some semblance of composure. But that maddening touch makes it immensely difficult.

"Please?" Tav tilts her head slightly, gazing up at him with a wicked, delighted smile. Rolan lets out a low, shaky breath, his body trembling under her touch. “Please what, Rolan?”

"Please- nh- just-" He tries to speak again, but is cut off by another shiver as her fingers dance with over the spade again. That annoyingly light touch that feels like she’s running her fingers through his spine and straight to his groin. If she doesn’t stop-

"Zurgan! I- I need you to... stop for a moment, please." He stammers, his expression a mix of pleasure and vulnerability.

Relenting, Tav holds up both hands in a gesture of surrender, and Rolan lets out a soft sigh of relief as her hands pull away. He leans in, resting his forehead against hers for a moment, panting softly as the overwhelming feeling of her touch subside.

"That— I..." He starts, trying to find the words, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I... had no idea my tail was that sensitive."

"Maybe I'm just very good," she returns playfully.

Rolan rolls his eyes, even as a smirk appear spreads as he regains some of his composure. He levels a soft glare at her.

"You are so annoying," Rolan returns without bite behind it, "You just love finding buttons to push, don't you?"

"Absolutely," Tav agrees with a grin.

Rolan lets out a huff with a bemused smile. "You're insufferable. I don't know why I even like you."

"But you do like me," she returns a bit smugly. She runs one finger down the length of his jaw. Rolan's smirk falters a fraction at her touch, involuntarily tilting into it.

"I suppose I do, against my better judgement," he mutters, his pride masking most of his feelings. He won’t admit to there being anything more substantial. "I could use a few more of your... kisses to... convince me though."

"I suppose I could be amenable," she murmurs softly, leaning in closer and sliding her hand back to cup his neck. Rolan's smirk widens, a thrill running through him.

"You suppose you could?" Rolan muses in a low tone, "How gracious of you."

He loops his arms around her once more, one hand coming up to gently rest on the side of her neck, and his thumb brushes gently along her jawline.

"Just... a few more kisses, then?" His voice is low and soft when he asks. Still hardly daring to believe it possible. Tav, here, wanting to kiss him. His eyes flick down to her lips and back as their faces inch closer together.

"However many it takes to convince you," Tav murmurs back with a soft smile.

"We might be here all night, then," Rolan murmurs in return, his voice slightly more gruff, his gaze flickering down to her lips again. "I can be very stubborn, you know."

The wizard grins back at Tav’s knowing smile. He leans in, brushing his nose against hers, their breath mingling.

"And I'm going to need plenty of convincing."

@lanafofana @lastlight-inn @waterdeep-weavemoss

@crimson-and-lavender @feedthepheasants @spooky-lil-bee

[porters-fangs]

i assigned each redacted character a genshin main part 2.

once again, i do not apologise.

part 1 is here

starting where we left off 😁

• Seer Obscura: Klee

is patiently waiting for alice and babysitting her kid in the meantime

• Vega: Eula

her whole revenge thing is super funny to him

also she does big numbers so that’s nice

• Warden: Noelle

they’re trying their best guys

• Avior: Heizou

this makes sense to me.

• Starlight: Kaveh

this also makes sense to me.

• Anton: Nahida

entirely based off her little computer-based attack animations LMAO

• Love: Tighnari

it was the first time they’d ever lost the 50/50 but they weren’t upset in the slightest

• Marcus: Freminet

…i’m so sorry

• Asset: Ayaka

they ran a search for the strongest genshin character and this is what came back

• Brachium: Hu Tao

definitely on the nose.

• Elliott: Venti

has been playing since release, never switched main from venti 🫶

• Sunshine: Mualani

has also been playing since release, cannot stick with one main for longer than two weeks

• Blake: Sara

both brooding and obsessive ykwim 😄

• Hush: Albedo

takes one to know one.

• Doc: Alhaitham

it’s the autism speaking

alternatively, Baizhu

get it 😆 doc 😆 like doctor 🤣🤣

• Echo: Wanderer

you know.

• Geordi: Kaeya

he likes his voice.

• Cutie: Furina

this. this speaks to me.

• Guy: Itto

he laughs at all his jokes. even the bad ones.

alternatively, Bennett

because.

• Honey: Ganyu

this is right

• Aaron: Ningguang

BECAUSE.

• Smartass: Charlotte

will not stop taking pictures when they’re playing with aaron

• Ollie: Thoma

COME ONNNNN

okay thank you for your time

@n0r @dawnofiight @aurorialwolf @vegafan69 @mokozroach

[zepskies]

Being Human – Part 1

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

AN: This is technically my first Dark Angel story, since I wrote Part 1 of this before "Bullseye." It will be four parts. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: You’ve managed to keep things playful and friendly with Alec so far, despite his flirtatious nature. But when he asks you for a favor that goes painfully awry, the transgenic has to figure out something that wasn’t in his training: how to apologize. [Set during 2.06]

Word Count: 5,000

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Tension, angst, spiciness, implied smut.

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Part 1: Training Day

As sad as it is, this is probably your favorite place in the world.

Crash is as divey as a dive bar can get. And yet, it still boasts the strongest, cheapest drinks in Seattle. The music is decent, and the company is good. At least tonight it is, because you’ve met up with Max, Original Cindy, and Sketchy after a long day of slinging packages.

The only problem?

The newest member of Jam Pony, slinking up from the corner of your eye and easing into the seat next to you at the bar.

You turn an expectant gaze to Alec McDowell and his flirtatious green eyes. They take in your jeans and halter top with an obvious perusal. 

“Can I help you?” you ask dryly.

“No, no. It’s what I can do for you,” he replies. You’re about to roll your eyes when he adds, “Let me buy you a beer. Or whatever you’re drinking.”

Just then, the bartender slides you the beer you’ve already ordered. You thank him and give Alec a smile.

“Got it covered, thanks,” you reply, sipping the froth off your drink.

Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”

“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.

Alec scoffs and holds his chest.

“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”

But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.

Damn, he smells good, you think.

“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”

His smile makes your heart beat faster, though you eye him wryly. He opens his smartass mouth to say something else, but you get a reprieve when Original Cindy slides into the seat on your other side. She tosses you a wink.

It gives you just enough confidence to smirk in Alec’s face.

“Keep trying. Maybe someday I’ll lose my mind,” you say, with a teasing raise of brows.

Alec is still amused as he shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable. Insulting, yet, still somehow endearing.”

“Don’t wanna get clowned, don’t act like a clown,” you tell him sweetly. 

“I know that’s right,” Cindy quips. She orders a Cosmo to upgrade her beer. She must’ve won a bet tonight, if she was able to score enough cash for liquor.

“Hilarious,” Alec says. He pouts a little. “Hey, I’m not some mongrel on the loose. I’m just looking for some honest companionship.”

“Honest?” you laugh. “Now that’s hilarious.”

He gives you a fake laugh, but he watches you go when you slip away from him to join Max and Sketchy in the back room by the pool table. Alec’s smile fades a little.

Cindy raises a brow at him, along with a tan finger.

“No,” she says. “You actually crushin’ on homegirl? For real?”

Alec glances at her. “Where’d you get that idea?”

She gives him a flat look.

“Should I burn some sage?” she asks.

Alec shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“Come on. I think Max is calling us over.”

When the two of them venture over to where you and Max are playing a game of pool, Alec’s cocky smile is back. His eyes catch yours when he sits down at a nearby table. Your lips curve while you lean on your pool cue.

For the past few weeks, this is how it’s always been with you and Alec. Push and pull. A sort of caustic flirtation that you can’t in good conscience take seriously. But to his credit, he always tries.

And he seems to always mean it. 

You’ll never admit it, but it’s getting harder and harder for you to resist the pull of him. He’s clearly a guy who doesn’t do attachments, and you have a bad habit of getting attached. Your life is hard enough without adding a dash of heartbreak into the mix.

So Max helps you sharpen your skills at this game while you finish your beer. And…maybe you “unintentionally” tease Alec a little with the curve of your ass when you’re bent over the table, lining up a shot.

In fairness, you’re a bit tipsy.

You spend the rest of the night drinking two more beers and laughing and losing the game—first to Max, then to Alec, and finally to Sketchy. By then, you know it’s time to cut your losses.

You haul your backpack onto your shoulder and start to head out of the bar. But who should slip into your way than Alec freakin’ McDowell?

“Hey, I’ve got a quick question for you,” he says.

You sigh. “Alec, the usual sniping was fun, but I’m tired and I want to go home.”

He stops you with a touch on your arm. He seems slightly more serious.

“It’s a favor,” he says, pulling out a small rectangular package wrapped in plain brown paper. You look down at it in confusion.

“I saw on the work chart that you’re scheduled to go over to Sector 4 tomorrow,” he says. “Would you mind delivering this for me?”

Your brows raise at him. He raises $20 in front of your face.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he smiles.

You take the $20 and the package, though you’re still a little uncertain.

“What’s in it?”

Alec leans in close to your ear. “I’ll give you an extra $10 if you don’t ask.”

His voice washes over you and makes your skin prickle. You’re blushing, but your eyes narrow at him further.

“Make it $20,” you counter.

He scoffs. Though after a moment…he coughs up the extra cash.

“The most expensive damn delivery I’ve never made,” he mutters.

You have to crane your neck a bit, as he stands over a head taller than you, but you smile up at him brightly.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” you say.

For him, maybe the expense was worth it to get that smile.

You pull up on your bike to what you think is the right address. You don’t usually come to this side of town, even in Sector 4.

It feels a bit like a shanty town and a meat packing district all at once—complete with dodgy-looking street vendors and unmarked vans loading and unloading cargo behind them. 

“Can I help you, little girl?”

You stifle a gasp as your path is suddenly obstructed. A black man and his two white friends have crowded around your bike, but they don’t look normal. Various metal spikes and prods protrude from their faces, neck, and body, but they’re not your typical piercings. The metal is fused into their skin.

Oh shit, you think, as your heartrate picks up. Steelheads.

“I’m just making a delivery,” you tell them. Your eyes dart to your surroundings, trying to catch anyone’s gaze for a little help.

But in big cities like this, everyone knows to keep their eyes down.

Don’t look, don’t tell. Don’t get any trouble.

“I think you might be lost, love,” says one of the other men. He’s British, by the sound of his accent, and is the taller of the two. His skin is pale, though there’s a red ring under his eyes that suggests drugs, or whatever else these three are injecting into themselves.

“Uhh, yeah. I must be. I’ll just go,” you nod, and you start to back up. The ringleader Brit clamps a bony hand on your bike to stop you. He grabs the scrap of paper Alec gave you, which holds the address for your intended delivery.

The Steelhead examines it lazily, before his gaze flicks back up to yours.

“Well, well. I stand corrected,” he says. He gestures to the small package in your hands. “What’s in it?”

You shrug and try to play off your ignorance. Because the truth is, you have no idea.

“It’s not my job to know,” you reply.

“Ah, but you see, it’s our business to know,” the Brit says, leaning in towards you. You lean back with pursed lips.

“This is our little piece of paradise,” says the shortest one. His lips are damn near purple.

“We’re what you call…territorial,” says the leader. He grabs you off your bike while the first man takes the package from you.

“Hey, I don’t want any trouble,” you say, though you hate the way your voice shakes. “I can just go—”

“Oh, we’ll let you go, little mouse. You’re gonna give a message back to sender,” the Brit says. “But first, a reminder.”

He shoves you back into the nearest wall. It’s solid brick that stuns a gasp out of you. He presses in on you, grabbing your face and dragging a sharp, unnaturally long nail against your cheek, biting into the skin.

It’s painful enough to make you whimper as you feel wetness drip down to your neck. His friends laugh at your discomfort, at your fear. You’re too frozen to reach for the pepper spray in your pocket…

“What’s going on here?” another man asks. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a black uniform. For the first time in your life, you’re grateful to see a cop.

The Steelhead releases you, and the three of them are subtle in the way they back off from you.

“Nothing here, officer,” the leader says. Though he gives you a smirk. “Just accepting a delivery.”

You let them keep the package and pretend that a signature has made it onto your clipboard. You climb back onto your bike and you leave Sector 4 without looking back. All the while, your arms shake and you wipe at the blur of tears in your eyes.

When you get back to the Jam Pony base of operations (a warehouse that feels like a basement), you park your bike out front and head inside.

Your legs still feel precarious. And even though the blood is dry against the cut on your cheek, you know you need to clean and disinfect it at some point.

Of course, you have to run into Alec and Sketchy, who are palling around without a care in the world.

That all stops when they turn to look at you. Their mirth dies on their faces. Alec’s gaze runs over you and stops at your cheek. You dab at your face, tentative and self-conscious. You know you must look like hell. Of course, they can’t let you just go to your locker in peace.

“Jeez, what the hell happened to you?” Sketchy asks.

You shake your head. “Fell into a bush.”

You drag Alec aside by his arm, giving him a warning look that further lets him know you’re lying. He follows you without complaint over to the lockers, where you two have the semblance of privacy. Before he can ask you what really happened, you snap at him.

“What the hell was in that package?” you ask. “Drugs? A weapon? Some other contraband? Do you know what could’ve happened to me if I’d gotten caught with that shit? Do you know what almost…”

Tears burgeon in your eyes all over again, and you have to take a deep, shaky breath. 

Alec’s brows furrow in what might actually be concern. He grasps your arm, gentle but firm. 

“Hey, tell me what happened,” he says.

Unconsciously, his grip on your arm makes the memory flash in your mind: of that pale, greasy man grabbing you and pinning you against the wall.

You shrug out of Alec’s hold more harshly than you meant to. It makes him raise a placating hand, as his eyes widen a fraction.

“A gaggle of Steelheads,” you say. You breathe tremulously, blinking past your tears. “I was lucky…anyway. Next time you want to ask me for a favor? Don’t.”

 You brush past Alec to get to your locker. There you grab the rest of your things and head out, though it’s quite a few hours before closing time. Nothing gets by Normal, who stops you at the reception desk.

“Hey, hey, Missy! Where the hell’re you going?” he asks. “Get back here. I’ve got packages that need homes.”

“I’m taking some much needed PTO,” you quip.

“You don’t have PTO. It’s not that kind of business,” Normal says.

“Then bite me,” you snap. “How’s that?”

Most of the room stills into quiet shock. You feel the weight of their gazes, your coworkers and friends, including Normal’s slackened face.

You’re normally not one to talk back. You accept your assignments without question, not wanting to cause undue trouble for yourself. Like everyone else here, you need your job, and you have nothing to fall back on.

But it’s enough, and you’re thoroughly done with today.

Your saving grace is that it’s plain to see how shaken up you are, even when you leave. Alec approaches the receptionist desk with Sketchy, drumming his hand on the counter absently. 

“What the hell crawled up her keister?” Normal remarks. “She’s lucky I’m short staffed right now, or she’d be in the can.”

Despite his strong talk, he resumes collecting paperwork and organizing files to distract himself from how much you’d taken him aback.

Alec frowns.

“She uh, had to deal with some Steelheads,” he offers, and hesitates. “...What the hell’s a Steelhead?”

“Yeah, you know, they’re into implants and biotech stuff,” Sketchy explains.

“She would know better than to hang out with those low lives,” Normal interjects. “They’re amped off their gourds on hormones and who knows what else.”

Alec processes that with a deepening frown. He decides to head out onto his next “delivery.”

He makes it to Sector 4 on his bike within an hour, but he still envies Max’s motorcycle. When he racks up enough cash, he’s definitely scoring a faster ride.

For now, he pulls up near the address he sent you to earlier. He never should’ve given you his drugs to sell, especially when he clearly doesn’t know this city well enough yet.

Poor reconnaissance, Alec, he thinks. Sloppy.

Though when did he start to think of himself as Alec and not by his designation, 494?

He’s soon taken out of his musings when he sees a gaggle of three men outside a cargo van. Each of them is uglier than the last, with metal spikes, among other things sticking out from their bodies. Steelheads. They’ve got to be.

These are the guys who harassed you.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Alec says, climbing off his bike. The men turn to the newcomer with suspicious frowns.

“I’m looking for three fugly Steelheads that hassled a friend of mine this morning,” he says.

One is tall, pale and wiry, and he opens his arms wide. “Well, you found ‘em.”

He has a British accent. The sight of him alone grates on Alec, though all he shows is calm confidence. He teases the short one, who seems to be missing an arm. Apparently he’s “pre-op,” set to get a new cyber arm made of Japanese steel.

Fucking wackos, Alec thinks. Manticore could learn a thing or two from these guys about mutilation.

“Here’s the thing, fellas,” Alec says. “My friend was carrying a package that didn’t belong to her. It belonged to me. You guys took it, and I need to get it back.”

The first man scoffs. “There seems to be a breakdown in communication, doesn’t it?”

He approaches Alec, hands on his hips, with his two cronies behind him. Alec can already smell their stench from where he stands. He doesn’t need them to get any closer.

“Maybe your little bitch didn’t relay our message,” he says, pushing his luck.

Alec’s smile sharpens; a deadly warning in and of itself.

“Nobody around here sells Andy but us,” says another of them.

Androxtamine. Alec didn’t care to be a drug dealer. It was just a means to an end in order to pay Max back for her help a little while back. Now, his buyer is pissed that he didn’t get his damn drugs, and Alec is out $500.

He tries to explain that calmly to this group of weirdos, but the leader is just so damn cocky.

“What’s a puff like you need with $500 anyway, eh?” he asks.

Alec’s smirk deepens. He mimics the guy’s accent and replies, “Actually, I need it for a ride on your mum.”

Well, the Steelheads don’t take too kindly to that. They try their best, Alec will hand it to them. But his genetics and training make the resulting “fight” no more than child’s play. He takes his frustrations out of their asses.

He can’t help being slightly more brutal than necessary when he remembers the fear lingering behind your eyes. The bloody cut on your cheek. The way it could’ve been so much worse…

And it would’ve been your fault. Alec’s lips press into a line.

Logan Cale, Max’s rich non-boyfriend and secret “Eyes Only” vigilante, calls Alec halfway through his venting session to, surprisingly, ask for his help.

Alec agrees, because it’s mainly for Max. A creature has been killing cops in Seattle. Unfortunately, the description of a “man-dog” sounds way too much like Joshua, their fellow transgenic in hiding.

It also means Alec has to spend most of his afternoon in a musty sewer.

The job ends up being a bitch and a half, even when Max finally shows up to help out. The true culprit ends up being Joshua’s brother, Isaac, who Joshua is forced to stop before he kills any more policemen who remind him of Manticore’s abusive guards.

The gentle Joshua ends up having to take out his own brother. Something that’s both familiar, and foreign to Alec. (But he’s sure it’s not so foreign to Max.)

It’s a harrowing scene, and a touch too emotional for Alec’s comfort. He leaves Max to tend to Joshua in the aftermath and catches a ride home with Logan. Somehow though, as bone tired and grimy as he feels, Alec can’t feel right about going home just yet.

Something is niggling in the back of his mind, forcing him to hand Logan a scrap of paper that holds your address. (Alec might’ve snuck into Normal’s office before he left for the day to find out where you lived on your employee file.)

“Hey, can you stop at this address?” Alec asks.

Logan glances at the piece of paper and nods. He then looks over at Alec. They aren’t friends, but Logan is perceptive enough to know that something’s weighing on his passenger.

“Everything okay?” Logan asks.

“There’s something I have to do,” Alec supplies.

When they eventually arrive to what seems like an abandoned building, Logan looks over at Alec.

“Good luck,” he offers.

Alec nods gratefully. They aren’t friends, but he supposes Logan’s not so bad, even if he is a slave to Max’s supposed charms.

Alec gets out of the car and head inside the building. It’s old and dirty, and he really can’t believe you live like this. It lacks security and basic hygiene. If he wanted to, he could kick straight through your door with half of his strength.

Instead, he knocks.

A few moments later, he hears your feet padding cautiously to the door.

“Who is it?” you ask. Your voice is familiar and pleasant to his ears, if nervous.

“It’s me, Alec,” he replies.

It takes a second of your hesitation, but you unlock the door and open it.

He eyes your tank-top and shorts, the thin bra, your damp hair, the smell of your shampoo assaulting his heightened senses. 

But the jagged red line across your cheek draws his attention, along with the confusion in your eyes, and the wooden spoon in your hand. Was that supposed to be your weapon of choice? 

“What’re you doing here?” you ask. “How’d you even know where I live?”

“Ah, I told Normal I wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren’t going AWOL on the job tomorrow,” Alec says with a teasing smile.

You look a bit skeptical, but you let him in when he asks if he can. He smells whatever you’re cooking, spots the metal pot of pasta sauce simmering on the janky-looking stove, and his mouth starts to water. He’s starving, now that he thinks about it.

He then focuses on taking in the rest of the apartment…and it doesn’t take him long. This place is a shoebox.

At least it’s clean, as much as the peeling drywall can be.

“Why’re you here then?” you ask. Alec turns to see you have a hand on your hip. You’re staring at him like he’s a puzzle you’re trying to figure out.

You set down the wooden spoon on the counter and face him. Alec’s tempted to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, but he keeps his arms down to his sides instead.

“About what happened today,” he says. “Those guys aren’t going to be a problem for you again.”

You tilt your head at him.

“What’d you do?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Something shy of legal?”

Alec starts to smile. “Maybe.”

You hmph in response. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

Alec barely resists rolling his eyes, though he knows he deserves that. Once again, he takes in your apartment. It’s cozy, he supposes, if small.

“You live alone?” he asks. “No roommate? Boyfriend?”

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” you say dryly. “But no. To both.” 

That satisfies him, and yet there’s a little churn in his gut. This place is questionable at best. Doesn’t exactly boast decent security. He’s not too worried about the Steelheads trying to find you, but after the past few months outside of Manticore, he realizes how rough it’s become for humanity after the Pulse, especially for a woman alone.

“You could use a doorman around here,” he remarks. 

You scoff in amusement. “Yeah, well. It may not be the Ritz, but as long as the heater doesn’t crap out on me, it’s a decent day.” 

Alec doesn’t know what the Ritz is, but it sounds nicer than this dump. 

You catch the silent look of judgment on his face, making you frown and cross your arms.

“I can take care of myself just fine, okay, Dad?”

Alec frowns and gestures to your face. “Yeah. Right. You’re little miss Fight Club.”

That sparks your temper. You glare up at him with a defiant tilt to your chin.

“This,” you point to your marred cheek, “wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you. I’m not an idiot. I don’t put myself in stupid situations, except for that one time I ignored my better judgment to help you!”

Alec glowers back at you, but he knows he doesn’t have a good defense. You take a step into his orbit and tap a finger into his chest.

“And by the way,” you add. Your voice cracks like a whip. “Whoever taught you how to apologize did a bang up job!”

By the end of your little rant, you’re breathing deeply, and Alec is barely holding onto his own temper. What cuts through it all are the frustrated tears brimming in your eyes.

He sighs internally.

They didn’t exactly cover this in training, he thinks, but he supposes that's just…Being Human 101.

All too soon, your anger dims into defensiveness. You withdraw from him and gesture to the door.

“Now if you don’t mind, please get out of my shithole apartment so I can finish cooking in peace,” you gripe.

“Wait, wait,” Alec implores, when you try to lead him out. He lets you back him up a step or two, just to seem human, but now he digs his heels in. He looks down at you with true regret. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. His hand finds your unmarred cheek, caressing softly. His thumb swipes across your skin. “I am. I shouldn't have asked you to make that delivery. I'm sorry you got hurt.”

You stare up at him, breathing labored, and making your breasts just barely brush his sternum. Your eyes search his just as much as he is yours.  

He isn’t actually sure who moves first, him or you. But when his lips meet yours, it feels like electricity under his skin. It’s magnets that are meant to connect—it’s his arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands and you grabbing his face, sinking your fingers into his sandy brown hair.

It’s teeth clicking and tongues warring as he backs you up to the kitchen counter, and he hefts you up there by your hips.

You squeal in surprise, making Alec chuckle before he swallows your sounds with his mouth.

You start to push his jacket off his shoulders, and he helps you, letting the rest of it slide right off, followed by his shirt and your tank top. His hands smooth up your bare thighs and his thumbs dip in between, squeezing near the apex of your thighs and making you tremble against his chest. Warmth pools in your core even from that simple touch.

“W-Wait,” you whisper. 

It makes Alec pause. His muscles tense. Has he read you wrong? 

He searches your face for a sign of discomfort. If you don’t want this, it’ll be…hard, at this point (for more reasons than one). But if he has to, he’ll let you go.

He’s relieved when you only twist away for a moment to turn off the stove. You return to him with a smile as your hands come to rest on his chest. You bite your lower lip. 

“Shall we continue?” he teases. 

His thumb encourages you to let go of your lip. He takes your chin between his fingers and guides you back to him.

The next kiss burns with a slower passion. One that consumes you enough to hook your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips. 

He grins against your lips and lifts you again, this time holding you firmly against him. You make another sound of surprise, but you don’t let that stop you from delving deeper into his kiss. 

He carries you into the bedroom and slams the rickety door.

Afterwards, the two of you lay together on the wrong side of your bed. 

Alec lies on his stomach and you on your back. The night had gotten such that you stopped caring which side you typically put your pillow on. Your hair is fanned out on the mattress in many tangles he took pride in creating.

A shitty show plays on your small TV, but Alec is watching with rapt attention. 

He’s kind of cute about it actually, you think. Like he’s never seen a soap opera before. 

“Ooh, that one’s my favorite,” you point backwards. “It’s about a sexy doctor, obviously.”

“Right, because I’m sure doctors always have this much sex with their patients,” Alec quips. 

You snort and shake your head. You stare at the side of his face for a moment, rather than the TV. 

The back of his hand rubs against your shoulder, earning your attention. 

“What’re you thinking?” he asks. He’s still looking at the screen.

“That I’m even hungrier now, but I don’t feel like getting up,” you admit with a giggle. He laughs.

“I wouldn’t mind some chow,” he says. 

You roll onto your stomach, taking some of the sheets with you when your knee slides over, resting against his naked lower back. You lean your chin on his shoulder as your hand travels across his back. 

“Is that your way of inviting yourself over for dinner?” you ask. 

He looks over at you then. He’s grinning, but his eyes are a touch softer, you think.

“If you don’t mind me crashing,” he says.

You shake your head and sift your fingers through his hair. Your gaze drifts down the back of his neck and catches on a strange mark. It’s a barcode, you realize, touching it lightly with two fingers. 

“What’s this? A prison tat?” you tease. 

He chuckles humorlessly. “Sort of.”

Your amusement fades, but your soft fingers along the back of his neck elicit a small shiver out of him. Your touch is gentle. He isn’t used to gentle, and it makes goosebumps spread across his skin. He feels your lips press a kiss to his shoulder next, and he turns his head to look at you. 

Beautiful, he thinks, taking in your face again, and the hint of cleavage down the sheets covering you, hiding the familiar curves he had all too much fun exploring.

“You gonna tell me the story?” you ask. “Or save it for a rainy day?”

Alec lets out a sigh through his nose. “Let’s pencil that one under the ‘Rainy’ column.”

You nod in agreement and bite your lip. These days, everyone has a story they’re not proud of. Even something that keeps them up at night. You don’t press Alec for his.

He’s grateful for that. He leans in and kisses you, nice and slow.

From the beginning, he noticed you. Your tenacity. Your quiet confidence. How you’re always willing to help your friends, and how you’ve never taken any of his shit, even if he knew part of you had been contemplating his suggestive offers. That spark always kept him coming back for more…and somehow, it became more.

In the back of his mind, this scares him a little. Being with you feels dangerous in a way that feels both familiar and foreign, but it’s too late. He’s been hooked by the pull of you. It’s a craving he can’t help but try and fill. Hopefully, not just tonight.  

“You said something about food?” he grins.

You smile and lean in again, until you’re mere inches from his lips. 

“Hmm, impromptu dinner date?” you offer. Alec laughs quietly and nods.

“We kinda went about this backwards,” you say, “but if you like spaghetti and plain sauce, I’m your girl.”

He smirks at that, and thumbs at your chin.

“Then you’re my girl.”

AN: And there's Part 1! It's only my second time writing Alec, so I hope he feels in character. Let me know what you think of this little series so far. 😘💜

There's much more in store over the next three parts, and the next one tackles perhaps my favorite episode (2.11), even if it's the most gutting.

Next Time:

“All right, that’s enough outta you,” Alec says, and he claims you with a more demanding kiss. His fingers sink into your hair tightly.  

But you press your hand to his cheek, making him pause for a moment. The amusement fades from his eyes the longer he stares into yours. You’re not teasing or joking anymore. 

You kiss him then with meaning. With tenderness. 

You don’t know how it makes that coil of guilt grip him like a vice.

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[crimeronan]

“Okay, so you were my guard,” Luz says.

"Yeah. Among other things."

“But I don’t, um – I don’t actually need that here. Guarding, I mean. I’m not royalty anymore. And the people here are okay, mostly, except when they suck, and then Vee goes after them anyway. I don't… I’m not sure I can…”

She trails off, less because she’s trying to formulate sentences and more because she can see Hunter’s heart shatter. Even as she does, she checks herself – what does she know about his feelings, really? His face barely crumples. He just closes his eyes for a second, and presses his mouth flat, and swallows. Then he takes a breath and faces her with the exact same calm as before.

She doesn’t know why she’s so certain that’s heartbreak. In anyone else, she’d read it as tiredness or annoyance.

“I’m coming on too strong,” he says, and his voice is just as steady as it always is, no outward signs of distress. “I'm sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Luz says, and means it. “I can tell you’ve had, just, the worst time. And I know this isn't what you hoped for. I just – I don't know what you want with the human world, besides me. Won’t you miss home?”

“You're forgetting I’m not allowed to go home either way right now,” Hunter says, “on account of the atrocities.”

Luz rolls her eyes. “Don’t be a smartass.”

His mouth twitches. He might be trying not to smile.

“I’m just saying,” she continues, “you found me. You did find me. Like you wanted to. And I’m safe here, like you want me to be. So you don't have to… I mean, you did your duty. You did what you were supposed to do. I hereby release you from any further contractual obligations. Okay?”

It’s meant as a reprieve, but Luz immediately knows that she’s chosen the wrong thing to say. Hunter isn’t quite as good at masking this new heartbreak. His fingers spasm, curling around the edge of the couch cushion, gripping like a lifeline. He lets out the kind of breath that someone might if they’d just been shot. His ears flatten, pointing toward the floor, an unconscious reflex that makes him look like a kicked puppy.

When he speaks, his voice cracks. “You don’t want me?”

Luz feels her own expression crumble. Confusion and guilt war for dominance inside her, a stitch between the ribs.

“Here,” Hunter adds, unconvincingly. “You don’t want me here?”

“I don’t want you guarding me here,” Luz says. “All of this stuff, you being so hung up on Vee and my mom… it’s freaking me out. I don't want them to get hurt.”

“I won’t hurt them,” Hunter says immediately. “I wouldn’t hurt them, not if they’re treating you well – I wouldn’t ever do anything you didn’t want me to do, Luz. I swear.”

“See, that. That's freaking me out.”

His brows draw together.

“You’re sitting here locked in a basement on my behalf,” Luz says, “because you volunteered to be locked in a basement.”

“Okay, well. In my defense. There are some very specific extenuating circumstances right now.”

She waves this aside. “You said you’ve been trying to track me down for months.”

“Of course I have. Anyone with sense would have. Belos was-"

“Yeah, I know. But my mama isn’t Belos.”

Hunter stays quiet and still for a solid minute. Luz actually counts the seconds. His only movement is to press a hand to his eyes, like he’s pushing back a headache, or maybe trying not to cry.

“I’m not trying to be mean,” Luz adds. “I promise you, I'm really, really trying not to hurt your feelings. But you get it, right? It's just… a lot to process.”

“I get it,” he says, with what might be an attempt at a smile. He folds his hands in his lap, surveying her politely and deferentially, like a corporate executive might respond to a CEO. “I'm sorry I've made things harder for you. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I know,” she says. “It’s okay. I’m really sorry I don't remember.”

“Could be that it's for the best,” Hunter says lightly. “I won't cause your family any trouble, Luz. Promise. It’ll probably be a while until they actually believe that, but in the meantime – you don't need to come down here anymore. I won't pick a fight.”

She has a sudden, overwhelming impulse to fling herself into his arms. Just one more nonsensical reaction, extra proof that something's missing inside her.

“Do you want me to stay away?” she asks.

Once again, Hunter lapses into silence. It's hard to tell whether he’s thinking or just refusing to answer, at least until he counters, “Do you want to remember me?”

“Yes,” Luz says immediately. She doesn't even have to think about it. Without meaning to, she touches her chest, the place that aches every time she reaches out for someone who isn't there. It's been aching since way, way before Hunter stepped onto the Nocedas' porch.

“I want to know,” she explains, “why I miss you so much.”

This, finally, is what makes Hunter break. He buries his face in his hands and lets out a ragged little sob, his shoulders shaking, his breath choked.

Something in Luz wants to wrap her arms around him and snuggle up on the couch and let him cry into her neck. Something in Luz wants to curl up with him under all the blankets in the house and ask him to tell her stories. Something in Luz is suffering physical pain with every elapsed moment in which she doesn’t do that. The desire to hold him edges past want, into need. It hurts.

The rest of her is still loosely gripping a steak knife. And so afraid of sending mixed messages.

“I’ll come back tomorrow, okay?” she says, backing toward the stairs before her instincts can turn traitor. “After I’ve slept. After we’ve both slept. I want – I need you to get some rest tonight. You'll feel better once you do. Okay?”

Hunter grunts in vague acknowledgement. He doesn’t seem interested in discussing his continuing sobs, and Luz is fighting back tears herself, and she doesn't have the strength not to go to him if she cries. So she just climbs the stairs, shutting the door carefully behind her, and she flips the lock closed.

[raccoonfallsharder]

birdie will be the evasive maneuvers “prequel”, which i am hoping to start posting this summer. [summary below]

whenever i write a longer piece, i tend to shy away from reader-inserts because i like to give ‘em some personality and i feel like that’s not the point of reader-inserts.

imo a “good” reader-insert is relatable enough that even if their behavior is idealized or catastrophized, you can think, yeah, at my best/worst, i might do/say that. but the longer and more complex the narrative is, the harder it is to do that. storyteller-reader in florescence❀ tells rocket a story about her parents that’s supposed to be true and like. figuring out how to write that in a more-or-less accessible way was fuckin hard lol (and i’m sure it still didn’t resonate for some people).

on the other hand, writing a relatable OC feels way easier. i can offer up specific backstories (and give ‘em a goddamn name) that people can identify with but not have to identify as, if that makes sense.

that said, i think i could write a reasonable reader-insert for this. if that's what you want. she'll be stubborn and stand-offish at first (though i think most people would be in her situation) and while she's a softie underneath it, she definitely gives rocket hell at first. it's okay, he deserves it.

birdie. (an evasive maneuvers expansion) 18+ only MDNI | f!reader x rocket | 8-12 chapters | word count: pending.

xandar is saved. the power stone rests safely in the hands of the nova corps, and our favorite heroes-for-hire get their records expunged before going their separate ways. unfortunately, one furry little motherfucker just can't seem to keep his claws out of trouble. in a rare gesture of good will, the nova corp give him a get-outta-jail-free card (not that he needs one):

all he has to do is escort a bratty little princess safely and discreetly to her new home, halfway across the universe.

should be a piece of cake. what's the difference between a bodyguard and a bounty-hunter, anyway?

CONTEXT/WARNINGS: mcu-based canon-divergent post-vol1. angst, betrayal, and the agony of falling in love. a little darker than my usual fare - true enemies-to-lovers. bondage (duh), gunplay, toys, dom/sub vibes, and a smartass f!lead. more warnings to come.

*** this is a little darker than some people's tastes (and cicatrix, which i'll still be posting, is kinda dark too) so i am hoping to release it in tandem with Love is Blind: Andromeda which is gonna be the sugariest fluffy-smut with fluffy-feelings ever (as a palate-cleanser).

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