#both are glowing and look so unbelievably good together

[queenpiranhadon]

You all know the whole thing about how the Devil wears Prada and the Angel wears Dior??

Imagine there's this huge Prada x Dior collab event dedicated to this, except not only have two of the top fashion brands come together for this event, but they have some of Japan's favorite Pro Hero couples modeling for each.

Dior's cover features Pro Heroes Deku and Uravity, the two of them had been dating for a while now, closing in on 4 years together and all of Japan has been waiting for one of them to pop the question. They both look ethereal, elegant and majestic and above all, angelic, clad in pearly flowy white outfits.

Ochako's in an elegantly modest white satin dress, with the iconic Dior ribbon in her hair and soft white heels that pull the whole outfit together.

Izuku's in a classy white suit and almost makes it look like he's glowing - accentuating his soft and yet sharp features, along with pure white sneakers and a chain necklace with the brand's name emblazoned across it.

However, as angelic as Deku and Uravity looked, - it's nothing compared to you and Katsuki.

Where Izuku and Ochako had aimed for elegance, you and Katsuki angled towards badass.

The two of you - unlike Izuku and Ochako were more or less the veterans of Pro Hero dating life, having dated since the early UA days and being happily married for a good six years now.

You, in your striking red dress that basically dripped with a sign of power, paired with gorgeous red heels, your entire outfits basically the same shade as Katsuki's vibrant red eyes. Unlike Ochako, whose hair was done up in a stylish updo, yours was free, framing your beautiful face with a gold chain circling around your neck.

Katsuki couldn't take his eyes off of you, his eyes darkened and so enamored in you, drinking up your gorgeous form and relishing in the fact that you were his.

The whole world could see it, solely based on the photos that came out of the photoshoot, you perched so prettily in his lap, looking down at him with your lips slightly parted, nimble fingers touching the chain that laid against his collarbone, the same chain you wore.

He had chunky black Prada boots on, bold and abrasive, similar to his personality. His tie was undone, the silk hung around his shoulders, similar to how it was when the two of you still went to UA. His deep red shirt was slightly unbuttoned, exposing some of his chest, but his suit was a charcoal black, that contrasted his pale skin. He looked so delectable, so unbelievably sexy, it took all of your willpower to not kiss him senseless in front of all the cameras.

His vermillion eyes look up at you, only you, as if you're the only person in the world, and to him, in that moment, you might as well be. You were goddess-like, in every sense of the world, and Katsuki Bakugou, was yours, and yours only.

The Angel wears Dior and the Devil wears Prada, yes, but no one can say the Devil didn't have a heart after seeing the way you and Katsuki look at each other.

A/N: I'm sorry he's just so unbelievably FINE - this is kinda bad but whatever, just modeling with Katsuki while you're together and letting the world get a glimpse of how much you two love each other is just ��

[merbear25]

Enjoying the little things

There's never a dull moment when you're with him even on days that are calmer than others. On days like these, small flickers of his inner thoughts give you a deeper understanding of him.

Zoro, Mihawk, Sanji, Law

CW: SFW, gn!reader, established relationship, headcanons + drabbles.

Zoro: training in the early morning, the brisk breeze, a chill in the air. He enjoys waking up and being productive when the rest are still sound asleep. It gives him the feeling of having the upper hand. When there's a chill in the air, it hitches his breath, reminding him to maintain his breath control. The brisk breeze feels nice against his skin as he's training, acting like a natural cooling system.

You asked to accompany him on one of his early training sesssions, of course, already knowing you'd have to wake up before the crack of dawn. He agreed to let you tag along but added that he didn't want to hear any complaining about how early it'd be or tired you'd feel. Crossing your heart, you gave him your word that you'd be on your best behavior.

Waking up the next day was showing to be difficult though, while you weren't, and would never be, a morning person. Despite your sluggish steps getting out of bed, you put on a good face when you noticed Zoro, who was already geared up to set out for the day.

Taking a double take, your body language was hinting to him that you were probably going to be a thorn in his side this morning. Paying it no mind, he gestured for you to come to the upper deck of the Sunny. You simply nodded while trying to hide the regret on your face.

However, you would have never guessd how grateful you would be to see him with the soft glow of the morning sun speckling his sunkissed body. After each set, his usually furrowed brow was instead eased, and his walls appeared to lower to the gentle breeze of the ocean air.

"You're staring at me," his even tone broke the silence of the new day. "Why?" You didn't have much of a response so blurted out the first thing that came to mind that being that he looked unbelievably handsome. In saying this, you couldn't have predicted any other reaction out of him—he went rimson. Averting his eyes from the sudden shock of your blaten honesty, he could barely utter a 'thanks' before continuing his regime.

Mihawk: the crackling of a fire, sunsets, clear nights. He likes being under the stars and how they, as well as the moon light his way. Sunsets bring a peaceful end to the day, covering the sky and illuminating rooms with its soft color. The fire supplies warmth, not just with heat, but also in atmosphere. The crackling brings a sense of liveliness to the cold interior of the castle.

Sitting in the study together was one of your favorite ways to spend time with him. It was almost routine at this point to end the day by joining him infront of the fireplace, each of you curled up with your own book. Even though the castle was built from cold bricks and stone, the fireplaces throughout it gifted the both of you with comfort.

The natural light of the day was dimming to pinks and oranges, letting the fire become more prominent within the room. Embers from tonight's flames were rather lively: the wood splintered and cracked. Feeling the roasted firewood on your person, you affectionately shifted your gaze to him.

His intense stare had been softened by its brilliancy; exhailing, the moon's illuminating beams entranced him next. He must have known you were watching him, though he refrained from calling attention to it. While your eyes kept on him, you saw slight alterations in his stoic stature: his lips twitched at the corners, his eyelids lifted and lowered more slowly, and his chest rose and fell at a much steadier pace, as if he was admiring something in the distance, just outside the window.

When he finally decided to acknowledge your gaze, you didn't shy away from it, and he didn't ask why you were watching him. Instead, you let the tender love you had for him be expressed through a knowing smile. The corners of his mouth were faintly tugged, almost resembling one in return.

Sanji: sunrises, the smell of coffee and tea, sharing a meal. The shades of orange, pink, and purple remind him of the love and passion he has always had for his friends and dreams. The smell of coffee and tea awaken his senses, sharing a meal gives him a sense of gratitude that he has people to eat around the table with.

Sanji was one of the first of the crew to wake up, afterall, he was in charge of feeding everyone. However, you were there to greet him in the kitchen this morning. Having already started the coffee, you thoughtfully asked how he'd like it. Seeing you this early was a lovely surprise.

He'd tried insisting on you letting him prepare the drinks, but you reassured him that you could manage making the coffee just fine. Upon joining him at the table, you noticed a sincerity to him that you hadn't come across before. With the warmth of dawn peaking in through the window, you wondered if he'd always had this side to him that perhaps you overlooked. Either way, you couldn't help returning his peaceful gaze.

Reaching out to hold your hand, he made sure to thank you. To you the gesture of making coffee was so minute, although it seemed from his appreciation, that it really is the thought that counts. Returning his love with a light squeeze of his hand, he scanned the slight waves of the sea. The tones of pink and orange were now mixing into purple.

"Aren't sunrises beautiful?" he asked in a rosey tone. Before agreeing with him, you admired the man, his eyes being filled with hope and joy. You added that they're much more beautiful when enjoying them with someone you care about. Turning to you, he was grateful for having shared this morning with you.

Law: the creaking of branches, rustling of leaves, crickets chirping. These serve as a reminder of the different forms of life that make up our world. Nature is a majestic force, and although it can be frightening at times, it means he's never truely alone. There is a sort of comfort in knowing this.

The day had shown to be a taxing one. Having accomplished far less than he'd wanted to, he excused himself to his study to reevaluate his approach. The Polar Tang was to stay docked at the island's port until the crew was able to gather the necessary items and information they'd originally set out for, which meant being tied to an island as breathtaking as this one until further notice.

There was a steady wind that night: the branches of the surrounding trees were swaying, their leaves accompanying them in rustling. Peace and tranquilty were gradually replacing the qualms of the disappointing day. Looking around, you just came to the realization that you hadn't seen Law since reboarding the submarine.

Taking it upon yourself to check up on the most likely sulking captain, you began making your way to where he said he'd be. Upon reaching it, however, you were met with a vacant room. Running through all of the other locations he could be, you settled on checking on deck again.

Low and behold, there he was, seemingly brooding against the railing. When you approached him, you noticed that his eyes were shut, and although his eye brows weren't eased, his breaths were drawn out in an unagitated manner. It was then that your ears caught on to the distant sound of chirping from crickets. Even with the rustling of the leaves and creaking of the branches, the song of those insects could still be heard.

He opened one eye to measure you up, but closed it again when you placed your hands on the railing, looking out dreamily at the darkened forest. The energy being released from Law was the exact opposite of earlier. Without having to say anything, you understood that there was a comfort he found in nature. You didn't want to ruin his rarely peaceful demeanour, so you just let yourself enjoy the scenery with him in silence.

[narryffdreaming]

A TOAST TO THE FUTURE — THREE

Summary: Aurora and Harry used to be friends, but life happened and they grew apart. Now, 6 years later, they meet again.

Rating: +18

WARNINGS: The story contains explicit language and mentions a past abusive relationship (mostly the consequences of psychological/emotional abuse). Some chapters also contain explicit sexual content.

PART THREE: 6,9k words Author’s note: ngl I thought this was "too short", and then I saw it's around 7k and realized that maybe this isn't short, but the other parts are just "too long", lol. Clearly I can't control myself. But anyway, this is part three and Aurora and Harry (finally) arrive in Italy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :)

PART ONE || PART TWO

As it turns out, both Aurora and Harry completely forgot about the one hour time change, so whilst they thought they'd arrive around eleven, by the time they landed in Naples it was actually a few minutes after 12. 

They realized, then, that since they would go together to Amalfi, sharing a taxi would be cheaper than taking the train — like they had both initially planned to do. Which is how Aurora ends up leaning against a white wall at arrivals, watching their bags while Harry wanders around and does some research for them. 

Outside, the day is bright and sunny, something she's been admiring non-stop through the huge glass wall in front of her. Rays of light keep the exposed skin in her arms and chest warm, so there's no need for her to wear Harry's jacket anymore — although a part of her wishes she still had a reason to, just to keep smelling his cologne. 

"Hey!" Harry calls, and Aurora turns her head to the side. 

He approaches her confidently, pulling his hair back and smiling while strutting through the airport as if he owns the place. It's kind of impossible not to follow every one of his movements, and she's pretty sure anyone who lays their eyes on him would think exactly the same. 

"It's done," he says, then raises both hands and gives her a double thumbs up. "Got us a taxi." 

Summer looks good on him. It makes his skin glow, it highlights his tattoos, and it makes his happiness seem… Well… Even happier. 

"Oh," she says, blinking and stepping away from the wall. "Great."

She clears her throat and glances to her phone, double-checking for the fiftieth time that her texts to Zack remain unanswered.

It's been over four hours since she texted him, and although she isn't surprised by his lack of interaction, she can't deny that it sucks to know he intentionally avoids replying to her texts — and that she probably won't hear from him until Sunday night, when he drops Noah off.

"No words from him yet?" Harry asks, now standing only a couple of steps across from her. 

Aurora shakes her head and locks the screen, then looks up and faces him again. 

"No… But hey," she says, offering him a sarcastic smile and fake enthusiasm as she adds, "if I'm lucky enough, maybe he'll pick up the phone tonight. Isn't that great?"

Harry pauses for a moment. 

And then he snorts. 

He flicks his gaze down and breathes in, filling his chest with air while taking one hand up to his face and rubbing his brow. 

"Jesus Christ," he murmurs and chuckles shakily, almost as if he can't believe what he just heard. 

Aurora feels herself softening in front of him, and her fingers itch to touch him somehow.

"I mean, it's okay," she says, tightening her phone inside her fingers and closing her other hand into a fist. "I knew this would happen when I decided to spend the weekend away."

Harry drops his hand to his side and shakes his head, then looks at her again. 

Bright, sunny, warm summer seemed to turn into dark, cold, empty winter around him. He's clearly tense, and the look in his eyes is heavier now. 

"For his sake," he says, voice sounding just as deep as she feels him in her bones. "I really hope he doesn't cross my way anytime soon."

It's unbelievable how quickly Aurora's mouth fills with water. As if she's salivating because of him. 

The way he soaks up her worries and eases her sadness is certainly endearing, but the way Harry physically reacts to this specific situation gets her nerves stirring. He seems to be ready to stand up for her. Ready to fight the battle for her. Ready to be her armor and shield her from all and any attacks that Zack throws at her. 

And as much as Aurora doesn't want things to get to that point, and as much as she isn't looking for that kind of attention from a man, the honest truth is that her insides respond too quickly to his behavior. Like she's craving for that aggressiveness. Or maybe like she's craving for someone to finally treat her the way she wishes to be treated. Someone who will throw a punch for her, and not at her. 

Even just metaphorically speaking. 

Aurora blinks, breaking away from the intensity of his stare as she hunches down and grabs her bag from the floor. She takes the opportunity to swallow all those new feelings down, hiding and locking them away, then stands upright again.  

"I appreciate that," she says, curling her lips into a smile. "But we're in Italy right now, so I think I'm ready to leave Zack behind. At least for two days."

Harry focuses on her for a moment, flickering his eyes all over her face. Studying her. Almost like he's making sure she is telling him the truth. 

She tilts her chin down and lifts her left eyebrow, and Harry meets her stare once again. 

"You're right," he says, and closes his eyes. "Gimme a minute."

Taking all the time of the world, Harry breathes in deeply through his nose. When his chest is full, he freezes for a moment, and then lets all the air slip out through his mouth. Loudly and heavily. 

It's a little bit dramatic. A little bit over the top. A little bit exaggerated. But Aurora can tell that he's intentionally forcing his movements. That he's getting on board with her and leaving things behind. And that he's making a big deal out of it because it's supposed to be a symbolic moment between them. Like drawing an imaginary line and setting a before and after for that trip. 

Especially when he rolls his shoulders, tilts his head side to side vehemently, and then drops all the weight off his body. 

"Ok," he says, opening his eyes while clasping his hands together and smiling at her. "I'm good!"

He leans down to grab his bag, too, and a foolish grin grows on Aurora's face. 

"As I was saying," he adds, placing the strap on his shoulder as he looks at her again, "I got us a taxi. It's supposed to be just an hour and a half drive, but they said it can take us at least two hours to get there."

Meaning they will get there around what… 2:30? 3?

Aurora pouts. 

"That sucks. Lucy had this whole thing planned in the morning."

"I know. But we'll make the best of it, anyway."

"Yeah…" 

She puts her phone inside the front pocket of her bag, then looks around the airport. 

They're still inside the crowded terminal, and it's safe to say that she has no idea where she's supposed to go next. She's been following Harry's steps since they landed — or maybe even since they took off — and she isn't actually interested in taking the lead right now. 

"So… Where should we go, then? Can we get this taxi now or…"

"Mhm… Yes… We sure can…" Harry nods. "But first… There's something I have to tell you."

Aurora's face falls, and she drops her shoulders.

"Oh God… What?"

"It's nothing bad… At least I don't think so, but…"

Harry scratches his jaw and shrugs, then smiles sheepishly at her.

(Which, to be honest, does nothing to reassure her.) 

She rearranges the bag on her shoulder with one hand, and encourages him to speak with the other, rolling her fingers in the air. 

"But…?"

"Well… I might've lied a bit to the guy from the taxi company."

"Okay…" She narrows her eyes. "Why? What did you say to him?"

"That we just… Y'know… Got married?"

Aurora drops her jaw.

"Married?!"

Harry chuckles.

"Mhmm..." 

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah…" 

His face is bright with amusement, and even though Aurora can't understand what's so funny behind that joke, she can't help but mimic his emotion.

"Harry!" She laughs. "Why would you even say that?!"

"Because he gave me this whole speech, ok? About how he couldn't get us a car 'till five, and how we should've booked one at least one day before and… Well. Y'know…"

He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed at the lecture he got because of their poor planning skills, but the joy is still there. All over him. Radiating from his entire presence. Blooming into her.

"I see." Aurora nods, pursing her lips as she mulls over his words. "And us being married changes that because…"

He pulls his eyebrows together, as if the answer is the most obvious thing and he can't believe she's even asking that. "Because we eloped, duh. So of course we didn't have any time to plan or book anything."

"Oh my God." 

Aurora laughs. 

"So I guess this is our honeymoon now."

"You're insane."

"Hey, it worked, ok?" He raises the palms of his hands to her, then smirks, all proud of himself. "We didn't have a taxi, now we have one. So… You're welcome." 

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms on her chest, but the smile never falters from her face. 

"Fine. Whatever. Anything else I should be aware of about this lie?"

Harry takes a moment to think about it, hiding his hands inside his pockets and then shrugging. 

"Nah… Don't think so." 

"Good."

"Only that you're madly in love with me and couldn't wait to be my wife." 

"Right."

"But that's pretty obvious."

"No, yeah. Of course." 

"You also can't wait to get our honeymoon started, by the way."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. So you're kind of desperate to get to our hotel."

Aurora snorts. "Okay then."

"Apparently," he says, stepping closer and nudging her side with his elbow, "you just can't get your hands off me."

She cackles, then, and shoves him off with one hand. "You wish!" 

The small joke rolls easily and happily from her mouth. Mostly because she's determined to not ruin things all over again, but also because he brings that side out of her. 

And Harry laughs, too.

"Hey," he says, shrugging and tilting his chin up, "a man can only hope."

"You're ridiculous."

"I mean, it gets you laughing so… Yeah. I'll take it." 

She shakes her head, finding herself out of words. Even if she knows they're both just teasing around and that she doesn't need to worry about him misinterpreting her, there's only so much she can joke at once. 

Unlike Harry, of course, who apparently can roll lie after lie out of his mouth. 

"Ok, c'mon," he says, tilting his head and leading their way from arrivals to outside the airport. "They said there'll be a car waiting for us."

Aurora follows him in silence, and then she clears her throat. 

"So, you really told them we got married?"

He smiles, and nods. "Yes."

"And they really think we're going to a hotel?"

"Mhmm." He looks at her over his shoulder and shrugs. "I didn't want to get into the whole yacht thing… Seemed too much trouble to explain."

"Right." She smirks, and raises her eyebrows. "But creating a lie about our marriage was easy-peasy, right?" 

Harry purses his lips, clearly trying to hold himself back. 

"I mean… Yeah. Had the whole story on the tip of my tongue." 

They both look at each other for a moment, and then they both laugh. 

See? That's the good thing about Harry: he makes Aurora laugh. 

And he makes her laugh a lot.

Which isn't exactly news, because he always made her laugh, but still feels nice to remember. 

Back in the day, the way Harry and Niall lived their lives used to be one of the reasons why she liked to hang out with them so much — they didn't have too many worries in the world, and they only cared about having fun. So whilst most people around her were planning for their futures and preoccupied about having everything figured out, they made her laugh about the most silly and random things, offering her a break from the pressures and expectations of adult life.

Of course, their lifestyle wasn't one that she could keep up with all the time, and at certain moments their behavior used to resemble childishness, but they definitely were good and fun people to keep around. 

So much so that here's where they are right now. 

"C'mere, wifey," Harry says, stepping out to the sunny day and pulling her to his side by her shoulders. "Time to give our driver a show." 

She grimaces, then places her arm around his waist.

"Okay," she says, narrowing her eyes and adjusting her sight to the warm and natural brightness, "rule number one, you're not calling me wifey."

Harry squeezes her shoulder and laughs, throwing his head back and slowing their pace down. 

"Right. Ok." He nods. "What should I call you, then?"

"What about… Nothing?"

"Oh c'mon! You're my wife now. We need to play the part." He guides her smoothly down the sidewalk, dodging strangers and skipping through a long line of white cars. "Does honey sound better? Or what about apple of my eye, huh? Cupcake? Pumpkin?" 

She chuckles. "Harry—" 

"Buttercup?"

"Stop."

"Kitten?" 

"Ew, no—"

"Other half? Or what about…" He leans closer to her ear, then covers his voice with sweetness and cheesiness as he annoyingly murmurs, "My lovey-dovey?"

At that, Aurora cackles. 

"Oh God," she laughs, squirming and shoving him off. "Stop. No nicknames for you." 

"Ahhh, why?" He pulls her closer again, exuding pure joy and happiness as he speaks. "Nicknames are fun. I can be your honey bunny if you want me to."

"Absolutely not."

"Honey boo?"

"Nope."

"Lover boy, then."

"C'mon… You can't seriously—" 

"Man of your dreams?"

Aurora snorts, but before she can say anything, Harry speaks again.

"Prince charming? Jellybean?"

"Harry, c'mon—" 

"Hot stuff?" 

"Stop!" 

"Babylicious?"

And then she laughs again. Probably way louder than she should. Leaning into him and covering her face as she struggles to keep up with his feet. 

"Oh my God! You're just so annoying. I can't even—" 

"Mr. and Mrs. Styles?" a thick italian accent calls, and they both stop walking.

Aurora is still laughing, trying to catch her breath while she turns her head to the side. A gray-haired man dressed in a black suit steps away from a black car and walks forward, holding a polite smile and gentle expression as he approaches them with nothing but determination. 

Harry squeezes her shoulder and leans in, getting closer to her ear.

"If you ask me," he murmurs, and the tone of his voice is suddenly so low that it becomes almost painful, "that should be the one. Mrs. Styles."

A shiver runs down her body, and she swallows. 

"Scusi," the man says, thankfully sparing her from having to find any responses or reactions. "Signor e signora Styles?"

"Giusto!" Harry says, squeezing her shoulder and chuckling as he straightens his posture and pulls her closer to his side. "Signor e signora Styles. Sì."

"Piacere! Come stai?" The man stretches his arm, and Harry takes a step forward, shaking hands with him. "Sono Francesco, il tuo tassista."

"Francesco!" Harry smiles. "Buongiorno! Mi chiamo Harry e questa—" He squeezes her again, making a deal out of it as he kisses the top of her head. "È mia moglie, Aurora."

Aurora bites her lip, watching in silence as the man turns to her and stretches his arm once again. 

"Aurora. Piacere. Un nome bellissimo." 

"Uh…" 

Truth be told, she has absolutely no idea what's going on, or what they are talking about. So she chuckles nervously, but makes sure to shake his hand anyway. 

"I don't…" She says, tilting her chin up and glancing at Harry. "Sorry. I don't speak Italian." 

Harry's expression softens, and the playfulness in his face turns into pure tenderness. 

"Oh. No problem," the man says, the Italian accent still thick as he communicates in a different language. Aurora faces him again, and he adds, "Aurora, sì? Beautiful name." 

"Oh." She smiles, cheeks getting slightly warm. "Uhm… Gra… Grazie?"

She turns to Harry, again.

"That's thank you, right?"

Still staring at her, Harry smiles, then nods.

Aurora looks back at the man. 

"Grazie," she repeats.

"Non c'è di che! Andiamo, sì?"

Aurora tilts her chin up, looking at Harry and waiting for him to take over the conversation. 

He shakes his head, then, and turns his attention back to the man. "Sì. Andiamo. Sì."

The man chuckles. "Sposi novelli, eh?"

"Mhm." 

"Congratulazioni! Lo immaginavo. So riconoscere lo sguardo di un uomo innamorato." 

Harry chuckles and looks down, then scratches his jaw with his free hand and clears his throat. "Così ovvio, eh?"

Aurora doesn't know if it's possible, but she feels her own eyes twinkling as she tilts her chin up and lands her gaze on Harry one more time. 

He beams under the gorgeous sunshine, eyes greener than she's ever seen and cheeks flushed as he engages into a conversation with that man. Not only rolling Italian words out of his mouth, but also effortlessly putting them into sentences. 

And she's so hypnotized by the whole thing, that she can't even be bothered by the fact that she's not being included or doesn't understand a single thing. She'll gladly let him take the reins for the entire drive as long as she gets to entertain herself with that view.

"Auri?"

Harry squeezes her shoulder, and Aurora blinks. She darts her eyes away from his face, swallowing while he steps towards the car and slides his arm off her shoulders. 

"Shall we?" he asks, reaching for the strap on her shoulder. 

Aurora is too starstruck to fight him, so she nods and lets him grab her duffel bag, then follows him with her eyes as he and the gray-haired-suited-man place it in the trunk, along with his. 

And from then on, Harry plays his part like a true gentleman. 

Their driver starts by opening the backseat door for them, but then Harry offers his hand for her to hold and get in first, kissing her temple when she walks past him. She chuckles, but only because of the effort he's putting on just to cover his own lie. 

Once they're both inside, he doesn't complain about taking the middle seat when she chooses the window, and even makes sure she's comfortable and has her belt on. 

"Possiamo andare?" the gray-haired-suited-man asks.

Harry peeks at her. "Good to go?" 

"Mhmmm..." 

He nods, then puts his belt on while answering their driver. "Sì, grazie." 

The engine starts working, and they're officially on the move to the Amalfi Coast. 

"Can I?" Harry whispers to her, hovering her hand with one of his. 

"Oh…" Aurora looks at his inked forearm, reaching for her while he keeps his elbow tucked to his side. To be fair, after sobbing into his chest and sleeping on him like a koala, she truly doesn't think holding hands would be awkward at all right now. So she nods and turns her palm around, offering it to him. "Yeah, sure."

And when he places his palm on top of hers and intertwines their fingers, she can actually see herself benefiting from his lie — because Harry's warmth keeps her warmth, as well. Just like she needs to be. Just like she wants to be. 

"Credo che Amalfi ti piacerà moltissimo," the man says. "È perfetto per gli innamorati!"

Harry chuckles and scooches down, comfortably spreading his long legs open and pulling their hands to rest on his thigh. "Grazie. È la nostra prima volta in Italia."

"Per quanto starai qui?"

"Solo due giorni. Domenica torniamo a casa."

Aurora is lost in the conversation, but she's also… Physically uncomfortable. Her arm is tense as she stretches it to lay on his leg, and she doesn't want to spend two hours like that. So she shuffles closer, tucking her elbow under his own and fully linking their arms. 

"Bene, dovrai tornare un'altra volta per visitare più città," the man says.

Harry sits upright again, then slips his fingers off from her hand.

"Di sicuro," he says, lifting his arm and placing it across her shoulders. "Forse la prossima estate."

He takes his other hand to her palm, then, and intertwines their fingers once again. 

It's like they need a moment to get comfortable and find a position that suits both of them, but eventually they get there. With Aurora melting onto his side and him brushing patterns on the skin of her arm. 

The man nods and smiles, but says nothing, and silence finally settles in the car.

Until Aurora takes that as an opportunity to speak again. 

"So…" she starts, watching their touching hands. "Did I miss something important from your private conversation?"

He freezes next to her. Stiffening his muscles and stopping the movements of his hand on her arm. 

"Shit. I didn't even… Sorry." He spreads his hand open on her shoulder, and squeezes her gently. "We were just chit chatting about the city, that's all. But I'll keep in mind to translate now, yeah? Sorry." 

"It's fine." She smiles, appreciating the sentiment. 

To be honest, she doesn't really care. She wishes she had prepared herself a little bit better for a new country and a new language, that's for sure, but at least she's with Harry now. It will be a lesson learned for the next time — if there ever is one. 

"When did you learn how to speak Italian, anyway?" 

A smile grows on his face, and he tilts his head to lean it on top of hers. 

"I don't know." He shrugs slightly, resuming the brushing of his fingers on her arm. "My mum… I learned from her, that's all."

Aurora frowns. "Is she Italian?"

"Uh… No, she… I mean, my grandfather was."

"Ohhh… Didn't know that. So you've always spoken Italian?"

"I guess? I don't know. I just can find my way around it… That's all."

Aurora hums, and turns to look through the window, admiring the view of a country she's never been to before. 

And then she shrugs, making sure she sounds teasingly when she says, "Well… Now that you've brought up your mum, then I guess it'll be inappropriate to mention how incredibly hot and sexy you sound when you speak Italian, right?"

Harry chokes. 

He literally chokes. Straightening up and coughing while letting her hand go to smack his palm on his chest. 

Aurora sits upright as well, holding back a smile as she tries to catch a glimpse of his face and murmurs questions like "what's wrong?" and "are you okay?". 

The driver says something, too, and Harry shakes his head, raising his free hand waving a finger at him.

"I'm…" He coughs again, and brings his hand to his throat. "Sto bene—" (cough) "Grazie."

"Ugh, see?" Aurora murmurs, leaning against the backseat and grabbing his hand on her shoulder, making sure he doesn't pull his arm away. "Told you. Incredibly sexy."

Cough. Cough. Cough.

Cough.

"Shit."

Cough.

Cough.

Cough.

Aurora giggles.

Yep. That's actually pretty fun.

They park at what first seems a dead-end street, but in reality it continues turning right and going up the hill. 

Aurora gets out of the car slowly, feeling the hardness of the concrete under her feet as she straightens her back and tips her neck back. The sun is shining, and she rests the side of her hand on top of her eyes, blocking out the brightness and taking in the view — the hills, the rocks, the shades of green, the colorful houses and buildings. 

She places her free hand against her breastbone, and slowly releases the air inside of her lungs. She doesn't want that surreal feeling to end, so she stands frozen in the spot for another moment, or two. 

She's heard about people going through moments when all their concerns and worries fall away, but it has never been a first hand experience of hers. Not until that day, at least. 

The closest she can imagine to that feeling was the moment she finally physically met Noah, the exact second his tiny crying body was placed between her arms. That didn't last too long, though, with her body hurting and the exhaustion taking over every inch of her — both emotionally and physically.

Earlier that day, when she woke up  snuggled into Harry's arms, she also experienced something very similar to that — the same sense of calm and peace. Then again, it also didn't last too long, since she knew she was overstepping and had to pull herself from his embrace. 

(Besides, to be fair, she isn't sure if it's the same thing, or if she's just really confused right now.) 

Still, there she is right now, standing in an unknown city, where she doesn't know anyone and can't even speak the language, feeling as if all of her concerns and worries have fallen away. It's pretty similar to those other two occasions, only this time the feeling doesn't seem to be going anywhere. 

It feels as if it's settled to stay.

The trunk of the car slams shut, and Aurora turns on her feet. 

On the other side of the taxi, Harry chats excitedly with their driver. And behind them, opposite from the city, is the ocean. 

It's a little after three in the afternoon, and they are finally at Marina Coppola, the port of Amalfi. 

The gray-haired-suited-man looks at her and nods, saying things she can't even try to understand. The only words she somehow recognizes are "amore", and "buona giornata", but still, she isn't sure she really knows what they're supposed to mean. 

So Aurora simply smiles, watching as Harry does — once again — all the talking for both of them. 

"Grazie!" he says, clasping one hand on the man's shoulder and firmly shaking his hand. "Anche a te!"

The driver raises one hand at her, and she lifts one hand, too, waving and blinking slowly as he gets inside the car. 

Harry moves to the sidewalk with both duffel bags, and Aurora waits for the man to drive away before getting closer to him.

And then she reaches for her bag, but Harry dodges her and taps her hand away.

"Nuh-uh, Mrs. Styles."

Aurora's cheeks warm up, and she rolls her eyes. 

During their ride, their driver referred to her as Mrs. Styles more than a few times. He'd ask questions about the view, or chit chat about the weather and ask her opinion about it. And Harry, of course, would be the one to always translate the questions, making sure to not only include Mrs. Styles, but also emphasize it. 

"Well… Marriage is over, so…" 

She shrugs and smiles, but maybe her joke hits a little too close to her heart, because she doesn't feel like fighting him anymore. Instead, she allows her curious eyes to shift around and capture as many details as she can. 

It is nice to see the ocean again. Long, wide, far-reaching. She's also seen a restaurant at the marina's entrance, and although the street is filled with cars, there aren't many people walking. 

She remembers Lucy explaining in their group chat how they chose a weekend in May exactly because of that — because it wouldn't be so filled with tourists, but the weather would still be perfect for a swim. Aurora can't deny she'd been scared of rain ruining their plans, but the sun is, in fact, shining with no signs of any clouds around — which is probably also helpful to set that magic scenario around them. 

And as Aurora admires the postcard worthy sight, it dawns on her that Amalfi looks exactly as she has seen in pictures. Maybe the colors aren't as bright and intense as Instagram usually made it seem, but it is still colorful. Still captivating, still mesmerizing. 

Being there, she can actually smell the fresh water, the fish, and the sunscreen. She can also feel the prickle of sunburn on her arms, and the wind pulling at her dress and her hair. She can even actually hear the small waves, the boats motoring past on their way to water, and the laughter and excitement of people at the docks.

The atmosphere is real, and yet still impossible to describe. It fills her with life, with hopes, and with dreams. 

It is… Surreal. 

Magical. 

"This is unbelievable," she finally murmurs. Her voice is soft and delicate, though — as if she doesn't want to break the spell surrounding them. 

"I know," Harry says, mimicking her tone. "'S really beautiful, innit?"

She turns her head to look at him, and finds him watching the hills across from them, the same ones she was watching just minutes before. She can see him furrowing his brows under his sunglasses, his head moving from one side to the other. 

"Yeah," Aurora breathes out. 

Harry is beautiful. The daylight makes his skin look tanner, and the wind messes with his hair, too —  although he doesn't seem to mind. And the facial hair glows on his face, somehow screaming at her how grownup he is. Somehow turning into a reminder of how good he took care of her, of how good he made her feel. 

Shit. 

She swallows, and faces the port again.

Can she still blame these thoughts on her lack of sleep?

Maybe she's being delusional. Maybe she is still so confused that she doesn't know what is reality or dreaming anymore. Or maybe she's spent so much time without interacting with any men that she doesn't know what's friendly or not anymore. Maybe she's mixing things up. Maybe Harry has just been protective of her. Like Theo and Niall are. 

Shit.

The wind pulls her hair to her face, and she takes her arms to put her locks into an improvised knot.

Hundreds of various-sized boats are lined up along the docks, and they are all so different from each other that she realizes she's never stopped to think about their different names. 

Are they boats? Are they all yachts? Is there even a difference? And what would that difference be?

"So…" she says, pausing to clear out her throat and rub the tip of her nose. "A ferry is one of those that you can get into with your car, right?"

Harry glances over his shoulder, watching her silently for a moment. 

She can feel his eyes on her face, but she resists the temptation of looking at him. 

And then he nods and turns around, standing next to her and facing the ocean as well. "Yeah… Have you ever been in one?"

Aurora shakes her head. 

"No… I remember from the movie 'How to lose a guy in ten days'. Have you seen it?"

He turns his head and stares at her in silence once again, until a loud laugh erupts from him.

She turns her head, too, and tilts her chin up, looking at him. 

"What?" she asks, lifting her left eyebrow. 

"Sorry… It's just…" 

He shakes his head and scratches his jaw, waiting until calming down before explaining himself. 

"Oh God… You made me watch that movie soooo many times," he says, voice filled with amusement while he tilts his neck back and looks at the sky. 

Aurora keeps her eyes on his shoulder, focusing on the flamingos in his shirt.  

"I did?" She frowns. "I don't—When?"

"Movie nights at your place, remember?" He pulls his hair back, smiling at her, and then at the horizon. "We used to do them once a week for a month or two. Usually everyone fell asleep and we were the only ones awake. Somehow, you'd end up always making tea and putting that DVD on." 

He shrugs, as if recalling that memory it's just the most common thing in the world. 

To Aurora, though, it isn't. 

"Wow…" She blinks, staring at the port again. "I can't… I honestly can't believe how many things you remember and I don't."

"Oh, it's okay, we were—"

"No, it's not. It makes me feel like shit."

"Auri—"

"You know I really like you, right?" she asks, focusing on the way the waves crash against one specific boat. "It's not you… I mean, I don't remember so many things, it's like I blocked stuff from my memory, but it's not because they didn't mean anything to me… I promise. I've always enjoyed our friendship, I just—"

Harry places his hand on her shoulder, and Aurora twists her neck to look at him.

"C'mon…" His sunglasses are on the top of his head now, pulling his hair back, and he stares firmly into her eyes. "I don't expect you to remember the same things I do, ok? We're fine. Everything's good. You don't need to be so tense about everything you do or say. Not around me, at least. Ok?" 

"Okay…" She nods once, then twice. And then she shakes her head. "Yeah, okay. Yeah."

"Okay," he repeats, a smile forming on his lips and his hand slipping away from her shoulder. 

Aurora can still feel his fingertips burning on her skin, though, and it dawns on her that, after spending the entire drive holding his hand and relaxing under his arm, now it's weird to not be able to just… Touch him again. 

"And just so you know," he adds. "I've been on a ferry. A couple of times, actually."

Aurora gasps, then grins at him, gladly accepting the change of subject. 

She asks when, and where, and why, and Harry chuckles. He answers while putting his sunglasses back on, then keeps the conversation going as he leads the way to the docks and to their friends. 

And they walk together, of course. All the time. 

There's a white arch they have to get through, and Harry raises his arm, gesturing for her to go first. She smiles shyly, looking at him over her shoulder as she steps onto the aluminum gangway. 

She walks across what looks like a green carpet before getting to the actual dock — a narrow wooden path stretched out into the water and leading to all different yachts — and then they are walking side by side again.

Always side by side.

Even when they have to dodge people on the way, some simply standing and chatting, some prepping their boats for sailing, some just returning to land. 

Then it gets to a point where all Aurora can see are bare masts reaching into the sky, birds flying, and ropes around their feet. 

They turn left on the dock, and sweat trickles over the back of her neck, just like her inner thighs sting from brushing against each other. She sighs and scratches the tip of her nose, listening to Harry as he chats about how he stopped eating meat a while ago, but was willing to eat fish again during the weekend.

Aurora nods at him, and then the growl of an engine starting up makes her jolt and gasp. She widens her eyes and takes her hand to her chest, and Harry chuckles next to her. 

She rolls her eyes and relaxes, smiling as she pokes his side with her elbow. "Shut up…"

He nods, pursing his lips and stopping himself from laughing even more. 

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Styles." 

"Ughhh. I won't be hearing the end of this anytime soon, will I?"

"See? That's why I married you. You know me too well."

She snorts, and then Harry slows down walking. 

"Ok, all jokes aside now. Aurora Fletcher, are you ready to have some fun?" 

Aurora smiles. 

To be fair, she's been having fun for a while now, but her body still sparkles with excitement at his words. So she moves her head quickly in agreement, just to make sure Harry can see it. "Yes, please."

"Good, because if my eyes aren't messing with me," he says, raising his arm to point out ahead of them, "I think those up there are our friends…"

Aurora looks up, tilting her chin and squinting her eyes when the sun strikes right into her line of view. Like she did before, she places the side of her hand against her eyebrows, blocking the brightness and blinking to focus where Harry seems to be pointing at.

When she recognizes the silhouette of some of their friends, she realizes they aren't just on a yacht — they are standing at the top floor of a massive, luxurious yacht. 

Aurora's mouth falls open, her eyes seem to bulge out of her face, and her body freezes. 

"What the hell?" she murmurs. 

Or, in other words, what the hell were Lucy and Theo thinking?! 

"Now I see what Niall meant about it blowing my mind," Harry says next to her. "Fuck yeah, this is gonna be great! C'mon." 

His joyful and energetic voice is enough to wake Aurora up from the half-conscious state she's fallen into, but he still puts his hand in between her shoulder blades and pushes her slightly, encouraging her to move along with him. 

"They're waiting for us, yeah? It's gonna be fun, but if it gets too much let me know and we'll just take a break from everyone."

Aurora blinks.

"I don't… I don't know if I'll be able to," she blurts out, not moving her feet from the spot. 

Her eyes are still wide open, but she darts them up to stare at Harry. 

He pulls his sunglasses back to the top of his head and takes two steps closer, standing right in front of her and letting their bags fall to his feet. His figure is tall enough to block the movements ahead from her view, allowing Aurora to focus on him, and only him. 

"I mean—" She shakes her head, organizing her thoughts. "I don't know if I'll be brave enough to ask for help."

Harry nods, and a wave of understanding engulfs Aurora's body. She drops her shoulders, and her eyebrows, then lets a long breath out of her nose.

"Maybe we could come up with a sign then, yeah?" He puts his hands right above her elbows, then gently moves them up and down. Rubbing her upper arms and soothing her down. 

"A sign?"

"Mhm. Just, y'know, something to let each other know we could use some company? For both of us… Maybe I'll need it, too."

Aurora chuckles and rubs her forehead, knowing damn well he won't need it. 

Still, she nods. 

"Maybe, okay… Yeah."

"Good. Any suggestions?"

"Hmmm… I don't know. Pinching the tip of the nose?" 

"No, nuh-uh." Harry shakes his head. "You already do that a lot."

Aurora frowns. "No I don't."

"Trust me, you do." Harry tightens his fingers around her arms, then loosens them up. "Scratching our jaws? I mean, your jaw… You scratch yours, I scratch mine…" 

Aurora purses her lips, and his own mouth twitches in amusement. 

"You know what I mean…"

"Yeah…" Her eyes wander around his face for a moment, and she sighs. "But no, because that's something you already do a lot."

Harry turns the corner of his mouth into a smirk, and Aurora squeezes her hands into fists to stop herself from poking the dimple on his cheek. 

"I do?"

She shrugs. "Mhm." 

"If you say so…" 

He stays put inside her eyes, capturing her inside a mesmerizing green spell and forcing her to just wait there. Powerless and helpless. With no other option but to stare back at him.

Letting time go by — letting time run by. 

As if they weren't already late. 

As if they weren't the last ones to arrive.

As if they didn't have a massive, overpriced yacht waiting for them. 

"What about our ears, then?" he offers, his voice huskier and somehow slower. 

Aurora swallows. And her stomach flutters just as much as her chest tightens. 

"Y'know," he adds, then takes a step closer. "You tug yours, I tug mine…"

He moves one hand, letting go of her arm as he drifts it to her face. 

He touches her cheek first, breezily, then slides to her ear, brushing her skin in the process and making it tingle. 

Aurora holds her breath, and as she stares at him, she feels her earlobe being touched by two of his fingers. 

She closes her eyes for a moment, and when she opens them again, she drifts her sight to his mouth. Unconsciously and unintentionally. 

Harry slides his tongue between his lips, getting them wet before he turns them into a smirk.

"Like this," he murmurs, then gives her ear a little tug. 

Shit.

Aurora looks back at him.

Everything he's doing right now feels soft, intentional, and… Extremely and weirdly right. 

There's a feeling deep down her stomach that she's unable to name. Maybe a flush, maybe a tingle, or maybe a throb. Or maybe all of them.

She can't describe it, she can't understand it. 

She can't name it.

But it's there, and it's doing things to her. Things she hasn't felt in a very long time.

"Hm? What do you say?" he asks, so softly it almost makes her whine.

Her heart picks up, and she doesn't think she'll be strong enough to move away from his touch. Not then, not ever again. 

"Okay," she whispers. "Yes."

His smirk turns into a smile, and he leans in, pressing his lips firmly against her forehead. 

It only lasts a second, and then Harry pulls away from her and hunches down to pick up their bags. 

W—What? 

Why…

Aurora blinks at him. 

Why did he stop?

Why did he move away? 

"It's settled, then," Harry says. "C'mon, let's get this party started."

Hiii :)

I thought about adding some more scenes here, but tbh I feel like these two should be together and get all the attention, so this is where part 3 officially ends. Next part it's a long one and includes meeting all of their friends, so I hope you've enjoyed their last moments by themselves hehe 🤭

Thanks for reading!

Dani

(if you've made it here, pls talk to me and say Francesco lol)

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PART FOUR (I)

[mendesbadrepuation]

Touch Her Again. I Dare You. || Joe Burrow

That moment when you get placed between Sam Hubbard and Ja’Marr Chase as a protection force so your boyfriend Joe can kick some ass.

Pairing: Joey Brrr x femreader!

TW: y’all it’s jealousy Joe back again to play, protective Joe, a few curse words, mentions of blood, a brief fight, a spicy kiss and I believe that’s all that is up my sleeve on this smutty Tuesday night...

Enjoy my loves! :)

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You slipped into a new dress that fit you in all the right places. The second that you tried this on in the store, you knew right away it was going to turn heads. You needed a dress for a special New Years celebration that you were set to attend with your boyfriend Joe. A bunch of his teammates were invited, including their plus ones or significant others.

As you look over yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel elevated in your confidence. “Babe.” There was a soft knock at the door and Joe slightly opens it to peak in.

“Oh good. Could you zip me up?” You ask and Joe fully enters the bathroom. His eyes roam every square inch of your body in the dress. He stood there in awe at the sight of you.

“Joe?” You snicker a little at his reaction. He steps forward and his hand fumbles around to find the zipper on the back of the dress. You felt a fingertip graze your bare skin and it sent shivers across your body. He delicately slides the zipper up to the top.

“Pardon me for staring so long. It’s just you look breathtaking in that dress.” Joe compliments you and it brings a soft blush to your cheeks.

“Thank you Joey.” You turn around to give him a kiss on his cheek. It gave you a moment to look at him in his all black attire. Black slacks, black button down, and a black suit jacket. The black hugged every muscle on his body and made him have this unbelievable masculine figure.

“Let’s get going before I change my mind about going to this and just stay here to enjoy every inch of you.” He turns you around and leans down to whisper in your ear. His hands were softly placed on your hips as he pushes his front against your backside.

His lips plant a kiss around the shell of your ear, then another down behind your ear, and a lingering one on your neck. You snatch his hand on your hip and turn around before he gets any further.

“Let’s go Mr. Burrow!” You say with that playful look in your eyes. Joe felt the flutter in his stomach from the way you just looked at him.

You guys gather up the rest of your stuff and meet in his car. He had put his black Cartier glasses when you look over at him as he pulls out of the garage. He drives through the backroads and you guys were in Cincinnati before you knew it. The sun was setting so the skyline was beginning to light up. Making that perfect city glow you loved to look at.

Joe pulls up to the building where the event was being held. He gets out to hand his keys to the valet driver and goes over to open your door. He holds his hand out and you get out with his help. A few people spotted Joe and called out his name. You both walk through the doors with your hands locked together.

The moment the doors of the elevator shut you could hear him sigh. You were in awe at how classy and sleek the building looked. The elevator was mirrored all around which made for a perfect photo-op.

“C’mere handsome and take a picture with me.” You say as you pull out your phone. He surprisingly didn’t fuss and just simply stepped in behind you. He looks at the phone while you angle the camera to where it slightly hides your and his face. Then he takes his out to snap a picture. You used him as a wall and rested your back against his front. Joe wraps his free hand around your waist. He towered over you with his 6’4 height.

The elevator doors open and it reveals a loud and busy floor. Gold streamers, balloons, and confetti was scattered every where. In one corner you can see a champagne fountain. And on the opposition is where the DJ was stationed with lights shooting out in every direction. A large disco ball hung from the ceiling and there was a lit up dance floor with people already busting out their best moves on it.

Surrounding the dance floor was tables and chairs. Along with a few curved booths. Looking straight out there was a patio area that had even more seating and tables and you guessed it, people.

Joe squeezes your hand and guides you behind him through the large crowd. He spots Sam standing at a table close to the bar and stops there first. You greet Sam with a smile and a soft hug. It was obvious you were slightly out of your comfort zone. You still were here to have a good time tonight.

“Hey can we get some drinks for the Mr and Mrs.” Sam holds his hand up to get the bartenders attention. He sees him and you look at Sam intensely from what he just said.

“Did you just say Mrs?” You ask Sam and there was a little smile on his lips.

“Close enough.” He shrugs his shoulders softly as he looks at you two. “By the way, you look very nice tonight.” He adds and takes a drink of his liquor of choice.

“I can say the same about you Mr. Hubbard.” You felt Joe put his arm around your waist in a slight jealous manner. He silently looks between the two of you. Joe lets you lean against his front so one he could hold you and two to let others know who you belong to. 

The bartender comes by to get your orders and you engage in a conversation with Sam about his recent disaster of a blind date. The night was just beginning and you guys had a couple more hours till midnight.

As the night went on you were putting back a few drinks. The other wives and girlfriends had started to show and you were having your fun with them. Joe and a few of the men were gathered around a curved booth. A few were sitting while others, like Joe was standing and people watching.

Joe was only watching you. He felt like it was neglect to take his eyes off you. Especially when you started dancing on the floor with your friends. The way your dress would slide up a centimeter at a time with each sway of your hips was driving him mad. He hated the fact that other men were possibly looking at you right now.

You were all giggly and tipsy which made this happy feeling in your heart. While keeping eye contact you walk over to Joe who immediately puts his hands on your waist once your reach his frame. It made him feel so proud that he was the man you chose to come up to. You were all his.

“Having fun m’lady?” He asks you and that earns a couple chuckles from his friends. You snatch his Cartier’s from the collar of his button up which was already a few buttons loose. 

You nod in response while placing the glasses over your eyes. “I want another drink.” Before he has a chance to react you walk out of his hold and head towards the bar. He shakes his head at your cute behavior.

You got the bartenders attention and she comes up to you with a smile. “Another one?” She had seen you the last few times and was making you the most delicious drinks you ever had. You nod your head excitedly. That’s when you notice you didn’t have your card with you. Joe was holding your things in his suit jacket pockets.

“Ope i forgot my card. I’ll be right back to pay you!” You inform the bartender and she nods her head. You turn around in a quick hurry to find Joe. The moment you face forward your body crashes into another’s. With a rough exhale at the impact you stumble back and felt unfamiliar hands grip your waist. 

“Let me buy you that drink sweetheart.” A deep voice rings in your ears and a burning feeling sparked in your stomach. The nickname that irked you the most in this world and some sleaze bag just said it to you. You take the Cartiers off and slide them between the middle of the dress’s neckline. 

“I’m good. I’ve got my own money.” You say and try to shake his hands off your waist. He places them right back on your body and that made you even more sick to your stomach.

“Come on. Don’t be a tease.” He replies.

“No.” You reply shortly and take your hands wrapping them around his wrists to push them off you. He wasn’t budging and you were starting to get scared.

“Get your fucking hands off of her right now before I break them off.” You hear Joe’s deep and protective voice shout through the music.

The guy grips even harder on your waist and it makes you whimper. Joe’s eyes turn dark at that sound and all he saw was red. His hands reach out to grab the collar of the guys shirt and steps his way between the two of you. You stumble back behind Joe.

“Y/n go find Sam and sit down with him. I’ll get your drink once I’m finished with this piece of shit.” You don’t hesitate and scurry through the crowd to find Sam.

When you find Sam he was sitting at the curved booth with Ja’Marr beside him. He looks up and can see the look of worry on your face. “Are you okay?” He stands up but you put your hand up to stop him.

“Can I sit with you for a second?” You ask Sam and he doesn’t hesitate to scoot over. He had a concerned look etched all across his face.

When you get situated between him and Ja’Marr you felt more protected for a moment. “What happened?!” Ja’Marr now looks at you and asks.

“I just wanted a drink and I was coming back to get my card from Joe and some guy grabbed me-“ The sound of your voice made both Sam and Ja’Marr go into protective brother mode.

“He did what? Where is this guy?” Sam’s tone was stern. You point towards the bar and that’s when you see Joe take a swing with his fist at the guys face.

Sam starts to get up but Ja’Marr reaches across you to hold him back. “Believe me, Joe’s got this.” He says with a smirk on his face. A crowd of people all gawk at the scene that was happening next to them. It wasn’t much of a fight since Joe practically knocked the guy out with one punch.

As the creepy guy lays in the floor. Joe straddles his body while slightly bending over and picks him up by the collar of his shirt again. “Touch her again. I dare you.” He says with the darkest tone of voice you had ever heard from him.

Two security guards come up to them and one lightly pulls on Joe’s arm to get him off the guy. Joe steps away and the security guards get the guy off the ground. You watch as they walk out with him and just like that everyone goes back to their business.

Joe takes his fingers and combs through his hair. You noticed that he had discarded his jacket on the table beside the booth. It looked as if his biceps were ready to shred his button up. You watch as he goes to the bar to get your drink and pay for it. This toothy smile lands on your face at your boyfriend and his behavior. 

Joe turns around to see you sitting in between his two best friends. A sigh of relief comes out of his mouth at the sight. Your little body was guarded between the two guys he trusts the most. Joe knew the moment he saw you in that dress he was going to have to fight anyone who tried to touch you. He didn’t mind though. He takes it as a compliment that he’s got the hottest girlfriend on this planet.

“Did he cry?” Ja’Marr asks and you tried to keep a straight face but you couldn’t hold it back. A soft little laugh leaves your mouth and Joe just stares at you with a grin. He hands you your drink with a proud look in his eyes. 

“Almost.” Joe replies and Ja’Marr and Sam both start laughing. You look at Joe’s hand and see his fists are still curled up. When you see the small scratch on his knuckle you immediately hop to your feet. 

“Are you okay?” Joe asks you. He actually asks you if you’re the one that’s okay. You set down the drink on the table next to his jacket. 

“I’m okay. Let me see your hand.” You grab his wrist gently and bring his fist up closer to exam it.

“I’m okay.” He says towards your concern.

“Come with me.” You command and pull him through the crowd to an open bathroom.

The bathroom was small but it would do for the time being. You find a wash cloth and run it under some warm water to clean off the blood. Joe takes your waist and lifts you up on the counter. He puts himself between your legs and out of instinct you wrap your legs around him.

There was a boyish smirk on his face that made you dizzy with excitement. “Let me clean this off before you get any ideas.” You say to him and take his hand away from one side.

You dab the cloth on his cut and make sure to clean it up. He was watching you very intently. It was hard for him to think straight with your pretty legs wrapped around him.

“I’m sorry Joe. I didn’t mean for that to happen or for you to get hurt.” You lightly mumble as you toss the cloth in the trash can.

“Look at me.” He commands. You do as he says and lock eyes with those blue orbs.

“Do not say sorry for being the prettiest woman here. Ever. The best part of being your boyfriend is fighting for you. The moment I saw you in this dress I could see your confidence from miles away. That is one of the sexiest thing to see. I will never be mad at you for dressing up and wanting to look good. I will fight whoever I have to without any hesitation.” Joe tells you and his face was inches away from yours.

Your cheeks were set on fire from his words. Hell, your entire body was set ablaze. “I love you.” You say to him.

“I love you pretty girl.” He hooks his arms slightly under your thighs to lift you up so you could level with him. Just as you lean in to kiss him you felt his hands move up to your ass to give it a squeeze.

A little grin forms across your face and it makes Joe slightly smile as you connect your lips together. He kisses you back with all the passion that was in his body at the moment. Your fingers go through his hair to deepen it even more. You two were making out so hard in that tiny little bathroom.

One of his hands slide under the bottom of your dress to feel your smooth skin. He expects to feel the outline of lace and is shocked to not feel a single thread. He disconnects your lips and rest his forehead against yours. His eyes look into yours once more.

“You’re not wearing panties are you?” He asks and this innocent look appears on your face. You lightly bite your lip. Joe softly shuts his eyes and lets a little groan out. He felt the rush of heat go down to his lower half in an instant.

“Is that a problem Mr. Burrow?” You innocently ask him. He swallows thickly to the point you see his Adams apple bob up and down. 

“Yup. And I’m going to do something about it.” He replies and this burning desire erupts in your stomach.

You look at your watch to see the time. “30 minutes till the New Year. You better get to going with that something.” You tease.

“I only need about 5 of those minutes darling.” A shiver runs down your spine at his cockiness. 

What better way to spend the New Year?

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I may or may not be the same anon that requested the Deadpool x Wolverine au one shot- you did amazing by the way, pure food, absolutely delicious 👌👌

I hope I'm not over stepping by ramming this au down your throat, I just love it so much.

Could I get another one shot? 👉👈🥺

Maybe of the ab scene? Lucifer looking respectfully, them basking in the fact they won and bet the big bad (who I feel would be alastor in this au because I want him bald 😂), then luci just going to town on adams ass amongst the wreckage.

Only if you want to of course!

I love your work btw! Okay- bye!

*Slams fist into the table* YESSS ADAMS TITTIES!!

Sorry lmao Also, keep in mind I still haven't seen this movie so I'm sorry for any inaccuracies.

Alastor being bald is hilarious and cursed LMAO

Adam and Lucifer were standing on the platform between the glowing reactors that were going into overload. Lucifer had one hand on a reactor while the other held Adams hand.

Adam tried to reach for the other reactor, but because Lucifer was so fucking short he couldn't reach.

Adam: AHHHH!!!

Lucifer: YOU CAN DO IT!!

Adam made a fist and released his blades from his hands and they jammed into the reactor. Adam screamed as his body was overwhelmed with energy.

The top of his uniform exploded from the amount of energy that was coursing through his body, revealing his toned stomach.

Lucifer leaned back and looked, not hiding the fact he was staring at all. Fuck, when this was over they so needed to bone and he was SO licking that stomach and those lovely titties.

The power was very strong as it surged through their bodies. The reactors blew up from the over use of power.

Adam and Lucifer slumped over on the ground, panting but both were proud that they put an end to Alastor's plans for good.

Lucifer looked at Adam who was sweating. "You okay?"

"Suck my dick."

Yeah he's fine. Lucifer smirked, "Is that an invitation?" He purred.

Adam looked at Lucifer. "We nearly fucking died and you want to bone?"

"We just saved the world together, I think you deserve an orgasm. Or three."

Adams eyes went wide and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Isn't three a little ambitious for you?"

Lucifer laughed. "No. Eight would be starting to get ambitious."

Starting?

Adam shook his head. "Unbelievable."

Lucifer tangled him to the ground and gave him a flirty grin. "How about I make you a believer?"

Adam blinked. Aw fuck it they saved the fucking world what's a few minutes for themselves? "Do your worst." He gasped when Lucifer leaned down and licked from his navel up to his chest and sucked on a nipple. "Fuck!"

"That's the plan handsome.~"

Lucifer licked, kissed and sucked his way from Adams chest to his neck while they both undid their pants.

Why waste time?

Adam moaned as he pushed his pants down, Lucifer palmed Adams dick. "As much as I love your front, I need you to turn over. It'll make this easier."

Adam groaned but did as he was told. He gasped when his ass was exposed to the air and Lucifer spread his cheeks started to eat him out there.

"Fuck!"

After a while Lucifer pulled back and spit into his hand to slick up his dick. They both moaned when Lucifer, ever slowly pushed his way inside.

He gave Adam a minute to get used to the feeling before he started to move and gripped Adam's hips as he thrusted forward.

"Ahhh!~"

"Aw, fuck!"

Lucifer started pounding into him the way they both liked, making sure to hit Adams prostate with each thrust.

Fuck he felt amazing as always.

Lucifer reached forward and pulled Adams hair, pulling a guttural moan deep from his throat. "AHHH!! FUCK!!~"

Lucifer smirked, "Who knew you were into hair pulling.~"

Adam shook with need. "F-fuck off- AHHH!!~"

"Nah, I think you liiike it.~" Lucifer teased as he pulled Adams hair one more time before placing his hand back on his hip and picking up the pace. He could feel his own end nearing and he wanted Adam to finish first.

Adams eyes rolled in the back of his head as pleasure over took him, his jaw went slack. Fuck this felt so fucking good.

Adam was so close, he gripped the grate of the platform. So close, so close, so close....

Instead of touching his dick, Lucifer reached up again and pulled on Adams hair again which made him cum with a shout.

"AHHH!! LUCI!!~"

Lucifer came from that inside of Adam, moaning out his pleasure as they rode out their euphoric state together. He pulled out and pulled Adam up, both panting. Adam turned his head to look at Lucifer and they shared a passionate kiss.

When they broke away, they rested their foreheads against each other.

Lucifer smiled, "So, want to go again handsome?"

"Give me a fucking minute."

[shadowspromise]

Minecraft With Dabi

I’ve been playing a shitton of Minecraft lately. It’s been nine years since I first started playing and I never get bored of it. But it would be… so much more fun with Touya.

☆彡 You’d think that Touya would be the one venturing into the mines to get ores and kill mobs, but he’s actually the one building the house.

“No, fuck off, I’m building it. This bitch is gonna be a mansion.”

☆彡 He laughs every time you die, but when he does he whines and wants your consolation.

☆彡 He loved the nether update because of the soul fire. It’s blue! This is the only occasion where Touya will leave the house and step forth into the nether, just to collect the materials to decorate the whole house in soul fire.

“Oh yeah. You can tell I live here. Damn straight.”

☆彡He has the strangest aversion to villagers. He’ll be looking for more materials for the house and he’ll stumble across a village. Across the room, you wonder what on Earth he could he swearing about. It’s a villager.

“Ugly ass bitch. The fuck are you looking at? Eat shit.”

☆彡 The only good thing about those villages? The cats! You ask him to go to the village to trade for some materials and he comes back with four cats. They keep sitting on your chests and furnaces and it’s a teeny bit annoying.

“The orange one is Timothy. That one’s Binky. Those two are both named George because why the fuck not. We don’t got any nametags so you better have good memory, doll.”

☆彡 Your beds are next to each other. The most peak form of romance there is. He’s dyed them cyan to match his eye color because he knows you love it. There’s pots with poppy flowers next to them, and in front, a window with a perfect view of the sunset.

☆彡 Any plans you had on killing the ender dragon or wither are getting thrown out the aforementioned window. Touya insists that you’ll end up dying and losing all of your good gear that you worked so hard for, and why beat the bosses when instead you could decorate the house with him?

☆彡 This poor boy is so unbelievably bad at parkour. Hell, he can’t make one-block jumps most of the time. He doesn’t have the best hand-eye coordination when it comes to video games, but still… he’s so… trash at it.

☆彡 He genuinely has a fear of creepers. There are torches scattered inside and out the house because he doesn’t even want to see one of those creatures. There are very, very few times you’ll ever hear Touya yelp in surprise. Most of those times are due to creepers. He’ll be placing down carpets and in the corner of his eye he sees a creeper outside the window… his mouse is on the floor and he accidentally bit his tongue.

☆彡 He’s just the sweetest boy ever. As a reward for doing all the mining, he drops you multiple! stacks! of flowers! There’s an abundance, so many you need separate chests for them. He doesn’t just gift you flowers either. A nice shiny emerald he “found” after verbally assaulting a villager? All yours. A golden apple he found in a desert temple? Just for you. Although you do have to praise him for being so brave and going to that desert temple all by himself. That gets his imaginary tail wagging.

☆彡 He always makes sure to repair your armor and tools. If you put down your gear so you have inventory room for something else, he’s secretly taking them and repairing them, sometimes he even has enough experience saved up to enchant them. It’s always a nice surprise to see the glowing purple on your gear and a smile on Touya’s face.

☆彡 So much swearing. He fell off the roof? “Fucking bullshit, I was crouching!” He can’t find one of his cats? “Where is that little shithead?” There’s a zombie in the house? “Motherfucker, get out of here! Babe, help! There’s a shithead in the storage room!”

☆彡 He thinks of armor as like wearing shoes in the house. When you come home from mining he makes you put your armor onto a stand.

☆彡He makes sure you’re home every night so you can watch the sunset together.

[crazycurly-77]

Memory Loss - Chapter 9

On the way to Gibbs’ house you bought a few groceries which you brought to the kitchen. While entering you wondered for a short time if he would notice that his front door is locked. But no, it's completely normal for him. Like Ducky said. 

He took the bag you were holding out of your hand and put it on the work face. Then he held you by your upper arms, kissed your forehead and spoke softly “why don't you go showering and make yourself comfortable while I make dinner?” 

You smiled at him “are you sure?” 

“Yes, absolutely. Just take a shower and when you're finished dinner is ready” he mumbled, kissing you softly. 

“Okay” you whispered, kissing him back. 

Then turning around to go upstairs you suddenly felt a soft clap on your ass. 

Turning back to Gibbs with a slightly shocked look “Jethro!” He laughed and went back to cooking.

Stepping out of the shower and getting into cozy clothes you simply felt wonderful. But while you walked towards the kitchen you were met with the best and appetizingly scent you have ever smelled. You put one foot in front of the other as if you were in trance with your nose up in the air. 

Gibbs recognized you before you could make yourself known.

“Hey, there you are. Just in time. Food's ready. Come on and sit down. I'll bring the dinner” he said, smiling at you. 

So you walked over to the dining room table. This man was an unbelievable treasure, can you imagine? There were not only dishes there, but also flowers and glowing candles. Was he a romantic at heart? Could it really be? 

Then a plate with the best looking ever steak and potatoes was set in front of you. 

Gibbs then said “do you want a dry red wine or a beer? I personally prefer beer.”

“I want a beer, too. Thank you.”

Returning with two beers he opened them and sat beside you. 

“Enjoy your meal” you exchanged smiling. 

During dinner you talked about everything and nothing and you tasted the very best steak you had ever had. 

You thought “so he is a chauvi, a sarcastic bad guy who likes bossing people around, but he is a gentleman too, and he can be so sweet and he is sexy and he can cook and he can kiss that your world is turned upside down. When he likes to cuddle too, I really don't know how I should be able to resist him.”

The dishes you did together in no time and after that you sat on the couch and watched a movie. Gibbs was taking a shower too and in no time he was walking into the living room in one of his old USMC shirts and shorts. 

“Wow, I've never seen him in casual clothes, but it looks very sexy on him.” you thought and hoped very much that these thoughts weren't showing on your face. After all, he was still your boss. 

Said boss came directly to you and sat by your side. He wrapped you savely in his arms so you were basically cuddling and you felt in your own personal safe haven using your big soft teddy bear as a pillow. 

As tough as he was as an agent, he was as soft as a big teddy bear as a partner. Two completely different sides, very interesting. 

Slowly you were getting tired and you wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms and sleep until morning. But no, that was no option. You had to go to sleep in your own bed alone, for the sake of your heart. 

So you entangled yourself from him, kissed him and wished him a good night. 

Then you walked to your bed in the guest room, where you had placed your things.

A short while after you had laid down you were suddenly lifted up from your bed and as you opened your eyes you found yourself in Gibbs’ arms. 

“Where are you taking me?” you asked him, your voice full of sleep. 

“To our bed, where you belong to” came his immediate answer. 

He laid you on his bed and climbed inside on his side, too. Then he covered you both with the blanket, put his arms around you and pulled you tightly against his chest. 

He kissed your neck softly “goodnight my love, sleep tight.”

You sighed deeply drifting off to sleep once more “goodnight my love, sweet dreams.”

“Yeah, of you. Like every night since the moment I first laid my eyes on you.” he whispered, then closed his eyes and fell asleep, too. 

Unfortunately you didn't hear a word he had answered, because you were already asleep. If you had noticed and had really paid attention to what he was saying and doing, you would have recognized that your feelings were not one-sided, far from that to be exact. 

So the two of you slept cuddling tightly until the next morning on which you thankfully could sleep in, because you are allowed to go to work later than normal.

(To be continued...)

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Together Is Better | Jisung (skz)

Summary: being together with Jisung is better than any feeling in the world

Warnings: none it's just morning cuddles

@alyszaen since you'd die for han

Words : 1235

With the softest morning glow peering through your bedroom shades, you awoke to find yourself entangled with your lover who was peacefully snoring beside you. His face was pressed deeply into his pillow, only part of his face could be seen, mouth wide open. Your face was not too far away from his because of how close your bodies were, legs entwined to keep the other in place comfortably.

You slowly move your hand that was tucked to your chest, reaching up to carefully brush back part of Jisung's bangs that covered his eyes. The loose tendrils falling right back into place after you attempted to tuck them behind his ear. He never stirred, allowing you to comb back the hair pieces again, this time with success.

You smile at your partner, eyes roaming every part of him to engrave it in your mind. This sort of moment would be lovely to look back to when you wanted something for comfort. It tempted you to reach for your phone and snap a quick picture, but you hesitated on any large movements in fear he'd wake and it would all be over.

In that short time, you became aware of his hands practically melted to your hips, holding you very close. You felt protected from the outside world when he embraced you, so close and tight. But it also meant your other arm was tucked deeply under his body, and it was started to get tingly and uncomfortable.

Still, it was hard for you to move even an inch. Although he still was snoring softly, it was less consistent than before. The sound waved in and out, fading here and there as he was slowly starting to wake up. You wanted to keep still in hopes it would spare you more time with him before you'd have to part.

The sun started to shine more and over Jisung's eyes. Immediately, you raised your hand in the air, shading his eyes from the light. He didn't react, as if he never noticed the change, and continued to sleep away. You weren't sure how long you would be able to stay in that position, but for now you'd attempt to stay still.

Jisung shifts suddenly, further pressing his face into his pillow and closing his mouth. He unconsciously tugs you closer and you drop your hand now that his eyes are fully covered.

You hum quietly, smiling at his actions with adoration just filling up in your heart. How you loved this man so much it was like he made your heart beat just for him. The way he held you so tightly made you feel so safe and loved, it was unbelievable

Han was the type to love someone unconditionally and with his whole being. He never seemed to give only half of himself to you; always giving his all with everything you do together. Even during soft cuddling sessions, he attended to your every need to ensure you were more than comfortable. Every little actions just made you fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

He never wanted you to know how he felt when you were apart, though. How much he longed to hear your voice when he struggled with self consciousness. That when he suffers any negative emotion, he wishes to turn to you first before anyone. He hates feeling vulnerable, even more so if it would affect you too, so he tries to hide it from you. However, there was only so often he would succeed in keeping those things from you, because you always knew. Thats why when you were together, you also wanted to attend to his needs so you both were happy.

While you were thoughtlessly rubbing his back, in your own world as you were thinking, Jisung started to wake up. He stirred, moving further to your side of the bed as he reached to pull you closer. He buried his face in the crevice of your neck, sighing deeply.

"Good morning," you whisper softly, turning to kiss the top of his hair.

Han mumbles a greeting back to you, wrapping his hands around your middle to give you a light squeeze. His legs shift in between yours as he makes himself comfortable again. However, he was still unaware of your poor arm that was loosing all feeling underneath his body.

You were becoming painfully aware of it as the sensation cause you to cringe, attempting to pull it out from under him. This caused him to whine, wiggling from your movements and accusing you of trying to separate him from you. He pressed further into the arm unconsciously and made it harder for you to adjust.

"Let me hold you!" He demands, most likely wanting to wake up to sweet cuddles from his lover like you were. He had no idea how much pain he was causing.

"Honey, lemme just move-"

"No!" He pouts, squeezing your middle again. "I don't want to move yet. Just a litto longer. Please?"

The begging was weakening your resolve to fix your arm. You wanted to at least fix positions, not intending to leave his side either. In fear that it would end the moment, you stayed still again. You could hear his satisfied sigh as you settled.

He kissed your shoulder tenderly, resting on it again after a moment. His breathing started to regulate as if he was going to start falling asleep again. That was, until you wiggled your fingers to get some circulation going.

"Baby?!"

Finally, you pushed him off, pulling your arm to your chest in pain. "You're cutting my arm off, Hanji!" You exclaim finally, meeting his sad eyes with determination. No matter how much you loved the moment, your arm felt like it was going to fall off. You couldn't wait any longer.

Jisung finally looks to your arm as you cradled it, the awful feeling of blood pumping through again causing your face to contort. "Why didn't you pull me off?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, rolling them. "Like I had that choice."

He smirks, shuffling back to his previous position, before you shoved him away. He leans down to place a kiss to your knuckles, switching to trace up your arm and pepper soft pecks all the way up to your neck. Jisung knew this was an effective way to get you to forgive him quickly.

When he got up to your chin, he stopped to look up at you with doe eyes. "Forgive me?" He questions, knowing he already had you under his fingertips. His hand slithered its way back over your hips.

You didn't speak, letting him attack your face with more kisses. You laughed lightly as he pushes you back on the bed, leaning over you to trap you in place. His body smothers yours as he lets his whole body lay on you, successfully keeping you in place. Clearly, he hadn't learned his lesson after laying on your arm all morning.

You reach up to cup his cheeks, pulling his face away to look into his eyes. "I love you," you say softly. The feeling of your heart being filled to the absolute top with love for this man overcame you, and you had to tell him again. "I love you, Han Jisung."

Tilting his head, he leaned to kiss the inwide of you palm. "I love you more."

[slutforavatar]

“I’m Yours forever Jake sully”

Pairings: Na’vi!Jake sully x Na’vi!Reader Smut

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, self harm, slight toxic relationship, spanking, degradation.

If your sensitive to self harm please do not read this story!.

Summary: Y/n and Jake are in an on and off relationship, you guys swear you will never get back together but then later that night you find yourself underneath him stringing out your feelings with your body.

Word count; 2.4k

“Your ending this again?” my blood boils at the Sully boy standing infront of me “yes i am y/n” he sighs then drops his head to look at the glowing grass underneath him “you are fucking unbelievable Jake” i scoff as anger takes over my body “what happened to ‘i want you forever’” I walk closer to him, chest to chest, face in face, noses basically touching “I do want you forever” I feel him place his big warm hand on my arm, i let out a sigh at his touch “you can’t say that while breaking up with me, how many times do you plan on breaking up with me” I shout as I pull my arm out of grasp “this is the last time y/n” he looks at me with pleading eyes. I let out a laugh “thats what you said the past 4 times you’ve broken up with me, im so sick of you, you break my heart, i hurt myself then you come back, we fuck then get back together. Its a never ending story with you Jake Sully” Tears well in my eyes as sadness rolls over me “why do you take me back everytime then” he walks closer to me awaiting my answer “maybe I’m out of my head, maybe I’m out of my mind, but your so good and I can’t explain it, what can I say it’s complicated, no matter what you say, don’t matter what you do, I only want you.” I try and blink away the tears in my eyes that are blocking my view of the boy infront of me but they roll down my cheeks “i dont want to be the reason you hurt yourself” he grabs my wrists and places soft kisses over the freshly healed scars, i wince at the sight, I love this boy more then I love myself that’s why I cannot leave him even if it’s hurting me. “I must leave you y/n, it’s hurting us both” he drops my wrist and looks down at my face awaiting my response “i cannot do this anymore, don’t come crawling back” I look at him coldly then I turn to face the other direction and I leave the sully boy standing there alone.

An hour later

‘Scars on my body so I can take you wherever I like’ I slowly drag my knife across the skin on my wrist, i hiss at the stinging feeling that spreads across my arm. Im not good enough, tears roll down my cheeks as thoughts flood my mind as i slice my wrist to release my pain and anger.

I dont know how i ended up here but here I am walking into Jakes room, i look at the man sleeping in his bed, i lift the covers up and I crawl in next to him trying not to wake him. I cling close to him and I place soft kisses on his neck, he softly stirs in his sleep “y/n?” His voice is groggy and low “i need you” i climb ontop of his body and I place sloppier kisses on his neck “what happened too ‘don’t come crawling back’” He places his hands on my waist and stares up at me “i missed you” i mumble against his warm skin “you came back like i knew you would'' he pushes my hips to grind against him, we both let out a groan at the friction. “I’ll never get enough of you y/n” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath fans on my ear making the pit in my stomach grow larger for him, i lick a stripe up his neck to behind his ear and i softly suck on his soft spot behind his ear, he lets out a soft whimper into my ear and grips my ass tight. Before I could make another move he flips us so he’s on top of me now “hurry up and get inside of me please” i let out a whine, it’s moments like this i crave, yet we fuck like there’s no feelings except hate it is full of love somehow, this is mine and jake Sully’s fucked up relationship our love is expressed by hurting eachother then fucking like we hate eachother. I feel his long thick fingers graze against my thigh and he pulls my loincloth to the side, he runs a finger through my slick heat and his eyes widen “so wet already” he places a light spank on my wet pussy, i let out a gasp as the palm of his hand hits my clit “please” i place my hand on his shoulders and i squeeze them hard. He pulls his loincloth to the side exposing his hard thick cock, he runs it against my heat then slowly slides inside me, i gasp as i feel the veins on his cock graze my gummy pussy walls “mm thats it y/n suck me in” he looks down at me as his whole cock squeezes inside of me “this little pussy of yours always welcomes me so well” he groans as he slowly pulls out the smashes back inside of me “fuck” i close my eyes, I feel his lips crash onto mine as his thrusts quicken, our lips dance together and tears well in my eyes, he hurts me so much emotionally breaking up with me 24/7 but I love him so much, I let out a cry into his mouth as tears roll down my face. I’m not crying because he is hurting me im crying because this is the only way I feel close with him when my body is sucking him in, he bites down on my lip enough to almost draw crimson but then pulls away in search for air, i open my eyes and i stare at the green eyed boy on top of me “stop crying y/n i love you” he places a kiss on my cheek then grabs my wrists “whyd you come back y/n” he brings his free hand to my face and uses his thumb to wipe the hot tears rolling down my cheeks “i want you forever even when we’re not together, scars on my body so I can take you wherever” a sob mixed with a moan escapes my lips, he examines my wrists then lets out a sigh, he bring his lips to my fresh cuts and places kisses on them “stop please i must get over you jake” i let out a cry “if you wanted to get over me baby you wouldn’t be underneath me right now” he places my hands on his chest and he takes my face in his hands as he slows his thrusts “i love you more then anything y/n, i hate seeing you hurt yourself because of me then coming and letting me fuck you like this” tears well in his eyes, i sit up. i sit on his lap and i wrap my legs around his torso with my arms wrapped around his neck “were so complicated jake” i grind against him “i know but i cant leave you, your my drug” he wraps his strong arms around my torso, his body heat radiating off onto making me even wetter “feel so good wrapped around me” he groans as I grind against him faster “dont break my heart again” i rest my head on his shoulder and he thrusts into me “i wont baby” i run my fingers through his hair as he pounds into me from below “i just wanna be good enough for you” I cry into his neck “you are good enough for me baby, i love you” he holds me tight.

“Loving someone doesn’t mean you hurt them” i rock my hips against him faster letting out my pain and anger “i know i know, ill never hurt you again ma y/n” i scoff as i hear his words “your words mean nothing, fuck me like you mean it” I groan as I grind harder against him, he lets out a huff then pounds into me from below, his cock twitches inside of me “so good” he mumbles as he takes a fist full if my hair into his hand and tugs my head back “so beautiful baby” i feel myself getting closer to my high, i let out a soft whimper as he stares me down “p-please” i close my eyes in exhaustion “please what baby?” he tugs harder on my hair as he slows down his thrusts, my eyes fly open “no no dont stop” i let out a whimper “well keep those pretty little eyes open for me” he regains his speed again as our eyes lock. I lower my hand down to my clit and i rub slow circles on it “what do you think your doing” jake snaps “need to cum so badly” i whine and I speed up my motions on my clit, he grabs my hand and pulls it away “my cock not good enough for you slut?” he pounds into me harder “it is, you know it is” i groan as he grabs my throat “touch yourself like the whore you are” He watches my hand travel down to my pussy, i start rubbing myself again and his breath hitches “pathetic” he groans and i ignore his words. A pit grows in my stomach as I feel my orgasm creeping closer “please let me cum” i rest my head on his shoulder and I bite down on his shoulder “not yet” he grabs my waist tight “hold it until i'm ready” I whimper in his ear as he spanks my ass, i'm on the brink of my orgasm and i clench around his thick cock “do that again baby” he groans in my ear, i listen to his instructions and I clench myself around him earning a groan from him “gonna cum with me pretty girl?” he pants “yes daddy” his cock twitches at the name “let go” i let go at his words and my orgasm washes over me, “oh jake” i let out a breathy moan as I clench harder around him “cumming, im cumming” he lets out a moan as he rutts his hot seed into my pussy, my legs start to shake at the pleasure as he still pounds into me riding out our high. Once were both finished our high he stops his movements “that was..awesome” he places a kiss on my head i rest my head on his shoulder. I pull away from Jake and I bring myself to my feet, i put my clothing back on not saying a word to jake. “Y/n” he stands up and places a hand on my shoulder “where are you going” he rubs my shoulder softly as I tie up my loincloth resting on my waist “ im going back” I reply blankly and I pull my body away from him “we cant just fuck and not talk about this and you leave” he starts putting his clothing back on “like you said were over” I shrug “no y/n get here now your not walking out of here, get your ass on that fucking bed and we are talking about sorting everything out” I turn to face the blue boy “sort things out?” rage washing over me “Two hours ago you broke up with me now your demanding me to sort things out with you” I scoff “you dont get to pick and choose when we are together jake” he looks taken back by my words “y/n your hurting yourself we must talk” he looks down at my wrist “YOU are the reason i hurt myself jake. YOU break my heart, you tell me you love me, break my heart then fuck me like nothing happened, am I just a warm hole to you for you to use whenever you feel like it” Tears well in my eyes, his gaze softens at my words “no of course not y/n J am not using you” He walks towards me slowly “stop” i put my arm out so he cannot walk any closer towards me “i could have anyone else but i chose to stay with you. I chose to stay with you after you break my heart constantly and make me feel used” my voice trembles as tears roll down my cheeks “i could find someone w-who loves me for me, not just loves my body and loves fucking me” I wrap my arms around my body and i hug myself tight “your so stupid y/n if you think im using you for your body” he scoffs as he pulls me into a hug.

“i love you so much y/n but we fight so much and I get so mad so I guess i try and show my love when our bodies are close like that, you are so incredibly smart and beautiful y/n, you show me what love is and I break your heart every single time because i’m a scared idiot. But trust me, seeing you hurt yourself like this” he pulls away and grabs my hand and looks at my cuts “it breaks my heart to know you feel like you must hurt yourself because of me” tears roll down his cheeks, i look up at him not saying a word “i know im a skxwang for not showing you love but trust me i love you y/n and if you take me back I promise I’ll show you how much i love you” he looks down at me with pleading eyes. Were both standing here, chest to chest with hot tears rolling down our cheeks and our hearts in our hands “please dont break my heart again, or i think i'll break” I let out a sob as i finish my words “i promise ma y/n, if you promise me to never hurt yourself like this again” He winces as he looks at the injuries on my wrist “i promise jake” i smile softly “if you ever feel like your gonna do that to yourself come to me, tell me please, give me your pain I can handle it” He squeezes my hand as he lets out a sob “we’ll suffer together y/n” he pulls my body to his and holds me tight “im yours forever jake sully.”

Short one sorry <3

[vitanithepure]

Okay, fine, Larian doesn't want to fix Gale's romance in game, and I am not ready to let go of my fixation just yet.

*grumble, grumble* Larian forcing me to write my own Vitani/Gale romance. Unbelievable.

840+ words of pure self-indulgent fluff under the cut because I have no self control. No spoilers.

They didn’t go far, just enough to still hear their companions’ laughter and merrymaking over a shared meal, but enough to be alone. Vitani loved them dearly, but there were other people that they also used to share that time with, and now it’s not even sure if they are okay.

Their parents. Their brother and his family. With all the information from Baldur’s Gate coming in, there was a lot on Vitani’s mind, most of it bad. Some downright tragic.

“We took notice of your absence at supper. Is something the matter? It’s unusual for you to wander off like this.”

They would berate themselves for the lack of caution while out alone on unfamiliar ground, but Gale’s presence and attention never failed to make them forget the world around. Even more so, when he sits down beside them on the grass and puts a warm, comforting hand over their shoulders.

In turn, they lean in and put their head under his chin and everything seems better at this moment.

“I miss home, Gale. It isn’t far from here, but somehow it makes me miss it more.” 

“What do you miss the most about it?”

“Our cozy little garden. We used to share meals there, on sunny days. I don’t even know the name of the flowers, just remember how beautiful they were in bloom,” Vitani slowly disengaged from the embrace, looking away, “but it’s a silly notion, I shouldn’t feel so sorry for myself when we all have to deal with…everything.”

“Just a few nights ago, I felt so homesick and alone that I almost let it coerce me into giving up on the entirety of this. On me. On us,” he reached out to touch their face, gently turning their head towards his. “But you know that. You were there with me, brave in the face of my own foolishness.” 

He placed a lingering kiss on Vitani’s forehead, taking his time to smell their hair, a fragrance of lilacs and something that reminded him of sunshine - a scent distinctly theirs. Gale felt their smile under his palm, and it was the sweetest feeling to know he can do that - make them happy.

“It’s a good night for a bit of indulgence. The Weave is just here, waiting for you to paint a picture with it. And I would love nothing more than to see your lovely garden, just as you remember it.”

He stood up, helping them to their feet as well, and there was no disagreeing with that encouraging smile of his, those soulful, dark eyes. 

“Fine, but if I burn the forest down, I’m pinning this all on you,” and gods, Gale’s laugh, no matter how small, was worth every silly thing they ever did or said.

Vitani closed their eyes, reaching out for the Weave came to them as naturally as breathing but going back to those blissful moments from their past? There were horrors so profound between now and then they needed to sift through, but it’s easier when warm fingers entwine with theirs. 

They find the right place and time, the perfect summer day in Baldur’s Gate, and begin their work. A stroke of a hand to visualize the arbor, covered with grapevines over the entrance from the house, another to grow the old birch tree in the middle of the garden. All the pieces coming together.

And when Vitani’s eyes open again, they are both home…standing in father’s favorite patch of purple flowers. Oh, there would be hell to pay, but he isn’t here now. Gale is, though, and lets out a sigh of wonder at the luminescent creation before him. 

Because maybe it was their lack of skill, or maybe a fluke of wild magic coursing through their veins, but the illusion didn’t exactly show the garden as they saw it. Instead of broad daylight, it was glowing in the moonlight, giving off a silvery aura of its own. It was…

“...breathtaking.” Gale swept his hand over the nearby lilac shrub, its leaves shimmering at the touch. “It’s missing something, though. Well, two things to be exact, but first…”

Just looking at his effortless gesture, one would think it is he who had innate powers of controlling magic. But that was all his own brilliance, a passion shaped into art. Into a mesmerizing display of a swarm of butterflies, their wings iridescent, glowing in blues and purples. They flew all around them, spreading around the illusionary garden. 

“As for the second thing…,” when Vitani turned to face him, Gale was already looking at them. All the surrounding lights reflecting in his eyes, highlighting the silvers in his hair, making him look as ethereal as the scenery surrounding them. 

All they could hope for is that he sees the same when he looks back at them. That he sees the same care and devotion in their gaze. Because there is nothing beside this between them when their lips meet, here in this magical garden of their doing. Just love, wandering hands, and butterflies fluttering around their hearts.

[lovinkiri]

More Than A Wild Cat, Chapter Six

Author's Thoughts: Next Chapter is going to be a lot. Expect an actual fight scene and a very angry Sasha, a lot of feelings I've been setting the scene for.

Description: Sasha teaches her classmates another important lesson, and has the chance to even spar with Aizawa. Hatasu starts making moves, a backup plan in mind.

Warning: Cussing, Death Mention, Blood Mention, Etc.

OC Credit: @jix-the-dragon

Art Credit: @.jabberwockyface

The morning sun rose over the horizon, casting a soft glow across the training ground. The air was clean, a light breeze moving across the area. Sasha stood in the center of the field, her amber eyes focused and full of fire as she sparred with Eijirou. Her movements were sharp, each strike swift and precise, even with the weighted belt strapped tightly around her waist.

Eijirou, ever supportive, had woken up with her, more than happy to train at the crack of dawn if it was with Sasha. As he ducked beneath a roundhouse kick aimed at his face, he couldn’t help but marvel at her agility. The weights didn’t seem to slow her down much, if not at all. She was as fierce as ever, each kick, punch, and movement filled with strength and grace.

“Training can’t be easy with that thing on,” Eijirou said with a grin, catching his breath as he straightened up after dodging her attack. He glanced at the belt wrapped around her waist, impressed. She had been pushing herself harder than usual lately, determined to get stronger.

Sasha smirked, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be worth it, right?”

Eijirou chuckled, stepping back into a defensive stance. “Guess that’s true,” he said, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He couldn’t help but take in the sight of her—her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, loose strands framing her face, and her skin glowing under the rising sun. But it was her eyes that always captured him most, those beautiful, determined amber eyes that never lost their spark, no matter how hard she pushed herself.

He felt lucky, so unbelievably lucky, to be with her. Sasha wasn’t just talented and gorgeous; she was driven, resilient, and kind. He had never met anyone like her before.

Sasha caught his look and raised an eyebrow. “What?” she asked, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Getting distracted, Red Riot?”

Eijirou laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Maybe a little. Can you blame me? You’re kinda amazing.”

Her smile softened, and for a moment, the intensity of the sparring match faded into the background. Sasha felt her heart warm at his words. Even in the middle of training, he never failed to make her feel special and loved.

“Thanks, Eiji,” she said softly, then, with a quick move, she lunged at him, shoving him back with her forearm before sweeping his legs out from under him. “But don’t lose focus.” She grinned down at him playfully.

Eijirou hit the ground with a thud, blinking up at her in surprise before he broke out into laughter. “Okay, okay, I deserved that.” He shrugged, knowing he let himself get distracted. 

Sasha laughed too, reaching down to help him up. “You did, but I’ll go easy on you next time.” 

He grinned as he took her hand, pulling himself to his feet. “No way. Don’t hold back. You know I like a challenge.”

The two of them stood there for a moment, catching their breath, the morning sun casting long shadows across the field. Soon, their classmates would join them, but for now, it was just the two of them, sharing this quiet moment together before their day really began.

Sasha looked up at Eijirou, her heart full. “We make a pretty good team, huh?”

Eijirou smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, we do. And we’ll keep getting stronger together.” 

Without saying a word, they both leaned in, their lips meeting in a sweet, loving kiss. The world seemed to fade around them, just for a moment, as they shared this quiet, tender connection.

When they finally pulled away, they gazed into each other’s eyes, amber meeting crimson, both full of warmth and affection. Sasha’s heart swelled as she smiled at Eijirou, and he returned it with that bright, beaming grin that always made her feel safe and loved.

But the peaceful moment didn’t last long.

“Awww!” came a chorus of voices, followed by a few chuckles.

Sasha and Eijirou turned their heads, blushing in unison as they saw their classmates approaching. Mina, Sero, Denki, and even Jiro had amused grins plastered across their faces.

“Wow, morning workouts and morning makeouts? You two really do everything together, huh?” Sero teased, his grin wide as he slung an arm over Denki’s shoulder.

Denki snickered, nudging Sero back. “Gotta admit, it was pretty cute.”

Mina clasped her hands together dramatically, batting her eyelashes. “Love is in the air! I’m feeling all the romance vibes. You guys are too adorable!” She cooed at the pair.

Jiro shook her head but smirked. “You know, I should’ve known this is what we’d walk into,” She chuckled softly.

Sasha and Eijirou exchanged embarrassed smiles, their cheeks still flushed. Eijirou rubbed the back of his neck, laughing a little. “Guess we should’ve expected this, huh?”

Sasha playfully elbowed him. “Yeah, but I’m sure we can handle it.” She turned to their classmates with a grin. “Alright, alright, get your teasing in now, because we’ve got training to do.”

Their friends laughed but didn’t let up, playfully poking fun as they all stretched and prepared for training together. Despite the teasing, Sasha felt a warmth in her chest—surrounded by friends, supported by her teammates, and, most of all, loved by the boy who stood proudly by her side.

Once the playful teasing had died down, Sasha stepped forward with a determined gleam in her eyes. She knew the importance of learning new techniques, especially in the field, and today, she had something special in mind for her classmates.

“Alright, guys,” Sasha said, clapping her hands together to get their attention. “Enough fun for now. Today, I’m going to teach you all about pressure points.”

The group blinked in surprise, and Denki tilted his head. “Pressure points? Like... acupuncture stuff?”

Sasha chuckled softly. “Sort of, but we’re not talking about healing here. Pressure points can be used to incapacitate, disarm, or even knock someone out if you know what you’re doing.” Her tone shifted to something more serious, a faint echo of her days as an agent coming through. “Like I said yesterday, in a fight, knowing where to strike can give you an edge—especially against a stronger or faster opponent.”

The others exchanged curious glances, now fully focused on what she had to say. Even Bakugou crossed his arms and gave a nod, clearly interested in what Sasha had up her sleeve.

She motioned for Eijirou to step up beside her. “Eijirou here is going to help me demonstrate. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him... too much,” she teased, flashing him a playful grin.

Eijirou chuckled, rolling his shoulders as he prepared himself. “I trust you. Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.” 

Sasha stood beside him, turning to face the group. “Alright, there are specific points on the body that, when struck with enough precision and force, can either knock someone out or incapacitate them. These can be incredibly useful in combat situations where you need to take someone down quickly, or when you’re dealing with an opponent that might be too powerful to take head-on.”

She gestured to a spot near Eijirou’s neck. “The first one is the carotid artery. If you strike it just right, you can temporarily cut off the blood flow to the brain, which can cause unconsciousness. It’s effective, but you have to be careful. Too much pressure for too long, and you can seriously hurt someone.”

She lightly tapped the spot on Eijirou’s neck, and he nodded in understanding, standing still as she continued.

“Another one is here.” She pointed to a spot just above his elbow. “This is the ulnar nerve. A sharp strike here can cause intense pain, possibly making someone drop a weapon if they’re holding one. This is one of my favorites.”

Denki shuddered, rubbing his own elbow instinctively. “Yikes, sounds painful.”

“Oh, it is,” Sasha said with a smirk, “but that’s kind of the point.” As she spoke, she could remember using that move against Hex. They’d argued on a mission and he threw a tantrum, attacking her with a blade. It was thanks to her knowledge on pressure points that she was able to disarm him.

She then moved her hand to a spot on Eijirou’s torso. “There are pressure points on the torso that can cause shortness of breath or intense pain, like the solar plexus. A well-placed strike here can knock the wind out of your opponent, leaving them gasping for air.”

Sero raised an eyebrow. “Have you used all of these…?”

Sasha hesitated for just a moment before nodding. “Let’s just say I’ve learned a lot of things over the years. I’ve been in a lot of fights with a lot of powerful villains. My quirk brings me a couple advantages like my claws and speed. But without skill and knowledge, they won’t help much.”

Mina raised her hand excitedly. “Can you knock someone out with just a light touch? Like in the movies?”

Sasha smiled. “That’s more myth than fact. Pressure points can be effective as they are in movies, but as I said earlier, you still need the right amount of precision and force. Still, if used correctly, they’re an incredibly valuable tool in close combat.”

She turned to Eijirou. “You ready?” She asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She didn’t know teaching could be so fun. Maybe she’d come back to UA as a teacher after she retired from being a hero. But that wouldn’t be for a long while. 

With fluid movements, Sasha demonstrated the strikes, her fingers brushing lightly over the designated areas without causing harm, but her explanations made it clear that if she had used full force, the effects would’ve been significant.

As she wrapped up the lesson on pressure points, she stepped back and faced her classmates, who were all paying close attention, clearly impressed by her knowledge and how many weak points were on the body.

As Sasha finished her demonstration, the sound of approaching footsteps caught everyone’s attention. The students turned, spotting their homeroom teacher, Aizawa, walking toward them, his familiar laid-back expression softened by the morning light. His hands were in his pockets, and his usual tired gaze seemed more thoughtful than usual.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Mina called out cheerfully, waving at him. The others quickly followed suit, calling out greetings as Aizawa approached.

Aizawa gave a faint nod in response, stopping just short of the group. His eyes flicked over each of them, taking in their confident stances, the sense of responsibility they shared, and the clear signs of improvement in their movements. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and the students exchanged curious glances.

Finally, Aizawa spoke, his voice as calm and measured as ever. “It’s been a while since I’ve watched you all train like this.” He paused, his gaze lingering on Sasha and Eijirou before moving to the rest of the group. “You’ve all come a long way since your first year.”

The words, though simple, carried a weight that made the students stand a little taller, pride welling up inside them. Sasha’s heart swelled as she exchanged a glance with Eijirou, and she could see the same sense of accomplishment mirrored in his eyes.

Aizawa continued, his tone still casual but tinged with something that almost felt like fondness. “When you all started out, you were rough around the edges—hot-headed, inexperienced, and more than a little reckless. Some of you more than others,” he added, casting a brief, amused glance at Bakugou, who grunted and rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless.

“But now, seeing how far you’ve come…” Aizawa’s gaze swept over the group again. “It’s clear you’ve grown—not just as fighters, but as heroes. You’ve learned to rely on each other, to support each other, and most importantly, to adapt.”

Denki scratched the back of his head, grinning. “Coming from you, that’s like the highest praise ever.”

Jiro nudged him, smirking as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Don’t let it go to your head, Denki.”

Aizawa gave a rare, almost imperceptible smile before turning to Sasha. “I see you’ve been sharing some of your skills, Namir. Good work.” He gave her a small nod.

Sasha blinked in surprise at the compliment, warmth filling her chest. “Thanks, Sensei,” she said, her voice steady despite the flutter of pride she felt.

“You’ve all been working hard,” Aizawa continued, addressing the group again. “And it shows. Keep pushing yourselves. I came out here to check on your progress, and I’m glad to see I wasn’t disappointed.”

Mina grinned, practically bouncing on her toes. “Hearing you say that makes me wanna train even harder!”

“Same here,” Sero added, cracking his knuckles with a determined grin.

Bakugo crossed his arms, trying to hide how pleased he was. “Tch. We’ll be even stronger next time you see us.”

Aizawa’s gaze softened just a little. “I don’t doubt that.”

The group exchanged glances, all of them feeling the weight of their teacher’s words. Aizawa was never one to give out praise freely, and hearing it now made them realize just how far they had come. They weren’t just students anymore—they were on their way to becoming real heroes.

“Now get back to work,” Aizawa said, his tone slipping back into his usual no-nonsense demeanor. “You’re all capable of more, so don’t get complacent.”

The students grinned, energized by the rare praise, and quickly prepared to resume their training. Sasha, still feeling the warmth from Aizawa’s words, glanced at her classmates. She could see the same pride and determination reflected in their faces. They truly had come a long way.

Sasha stood among her classmates, feeling the buzz of energy Aizawa’s praise had stirred in all of them. But as they prepared to return to their training, a sudden idea sparked in her mind. She glanced at Aizawa with a mischievous glint in her amber eyes, a smirk slowly forming on her lips.

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa," she called out, causing her classmates to turn their heads in curiosity. "Would you spar with me? I’d like to see just how far I’ve really come."

The air seemed to shift as her words hung in the space between them. Her classmates were shocked, wide-eyed as they exchanged glances. Mina gasped, while Denki, Ojiro and Sero's jaws practically dropped.

“Sasha… are you serious?” Hagakure exclaimed, not believing what she just heard.

Even Bakugo looked mildly impressed by her audacity, but he kept his usual cool exterior.

Eijirou was the next to speak up, his expression torn between pride and worry. “I love you, but… winning against Mr. Aizawa? That’s a stretch, Sash.”

Sasha smiled at him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “I’m not trying to win,” she said, her voice calm but filled with determination. “I just want to see where I stand, and learn something new in the process.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, his tired eyes watching her carefully as if weighing her challenge. After a long moment, he exhaled and slowly began pulling his capture scarf from around his neck. “Alright, Namir,” he said, folding the scarf in his hand. “But remember, this is a spar. Don’t take it lightly just because I’m your teacher.”

Sasha nodded, excitement bubbling up inside her. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Her classmates stepped back, creating a circle around them as the anticipation built. The sparring ground was set, and a thick tension filled the air.

Aizawa stood calmly, his body relaxed but ready, as always. Sasha took a deep breath, centering herself, and dropped into her own stance. She knew this was a tall order—Aizawa wasn’t just a seasoned pro hero, he was a master tactician. But she wasn’t aiming for victory. She wanted to push herself, to learn.

“Begin,” Aizawa said simply, and in the blink of an eye, Sasha moved.

She darted toward him with incredible speed, her weighted belt barely slowing her down. She threw a series of quick jabs, testing his defenses, but Aizawa sidestepped each one with smooth, effortless precision. His movements were fluid, almost as if he knew what she was going to do before she did it.

Sasha wasn’t deterred. She pressed on, increasing the intensity, launching a high kick aimed at his head. Aizawa dodged again, his capture scarf snapping into his hands as he blocked her next strike. His movements were minimal, almost casual, but he was always one step ahead of her, reading her attacks with ease.

Still, Sasha kept pushing, her mind racing as she tried to anticipate his next move. She threw a sweeping low kick, trying to knock him off balance, but Aizawa caught her foot with his scarf, expertly pulling her momentum forward. She stumbled but caught herself, spinning into a defensive stance before he could capitalize on the mistake.

“That’s it,” Aizawa said, his voice calm but approving. “You’re learning. If you aren’t able to read an opponent’s moves, you should be able to adapt to them quickly.”

Her classmates watched in awe, unable to believe how well Sasha was holding her own. Eijirou’s fists were clenched, both in excitement and concern. He knew how strong Aizawa was, but watching Sasha push herself like this made him swell with pride.

The spar continued, a flurry of movements and counters. Sasha was fast, skilled, and strategic, but Aizawa was simply on another level. Every time she thought she had an opening, he would shut it down with minimal effort, always staying just out of reach.

Then, in a swift motion, Aizawa used his scarf to disarm her, pulling her off balance. In the next moment, she found herself with his scarf wrapped tightly around her wrists, her arms pulled gently behind her back, signaling the end of the match.

Sasha let out a breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stood still, the adrenaline coursing through her. She’d lost—but not without putting up a good fight.

Aizawa released her and stepped back, his expression unreadable. “You’ve improved, Sasha,” he said, tucking his scarf around his neck again. “You’re faster, stronger, and more focused than before. But you still have room to grow. You need to read your opponent better and anticipate counters. But your instincts are good.”

Sasha smiled, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Thanks, Mr. Aizawa. I’ll keep working on it.” She couldn’t imagine what fighting him would be like if she was actually a threat. She was glad Aizawa was a hero, that was for sure.

Her classmates burst into cheers and applause, clearly impressed by her performance. Even Bakugo gave her a short nod of approval, which from him, was high praise.

Eijirou rushed over, grinning widely as he pulled her into a hug. “That was amazing! I knew you’d do great.”

Sasha laughed breathlessly, leaning into him. “Thanks. I learned a lot.” She leaned her head against his shoulder. 

Mina beamed. “Sasha, you were incredible! I don’t think I’d have the guts to ask Aizawa to spar.”

Denki nodded rapidly. “Seriously, that was awesome! You went toe-to-toe with Eraserhead!”

Aizawa, ever the composed teacher, gave them all one last nod before turning to leave. “Good work, everyone. Keep pushing yourselves. And Sasha—well done today.”

As he walked away, Sasha smiled, the sting of her loss fading in the glow of her teacher’s praise. She had taken on the challenge, learned from it, and hopefully used the opportunity to teach her peers a few things as well. That was more than enough for her.

Sasha wiped the sweat from her forehead, still catching her breath from the intense sparring session with Aizawa. Her body ached, but there was a sense of accomplishment in her eyes as she looked at her classmates, all still buzzing from the match they’d just witnessed.

She took a deep breath and straightened up, rolling her shoulders as she focused back on the group. “Alright, everyone,” She said, her voice strong despite her exhaustion. “I’ve got one more thing to teach you today. Let’s talk about the major arteries.”

The others exchanged curious glances, and Sero raised an eyebrow. “Arteries? Like, the blood kind?”

Sasha nodded, her expression serious. “Exactly. Knowing where the main arteries are and how to target them can be just as important as knowing pressure points. This kind of knowledge can make the difference between life and death in a fight, for you and your opponent.”

She scanned the group, then locked eyes with Iida, who stood tall with a thoughtful expression. “Iida, come on up,” She said with a grin.

Iida immediately stepped forward, always eager to contribute to any lesson. “It would be my honor, Sasha. Anything to help the class learn.”

Sasha nodded and motioned for him to stand in front of the others. “Now, the thought of cutting into or hitting an artery might sound scary. And it should—arteries are vital to keeping the body functioning. But, in some situations, knowing where to strike can subdue an opponent without killing them. It can force them to slow down, making them lethargic and less able to fight, without putting their life at risk—if done properly.”

She gestured to Iida’s neck, touching lightly with her fingertips. “This is the carotid artery,” she said, indicating both sides of his neck. “You’ve already learned that cutting off blood flow here can knock someone out. But if you’re in a dire situation and need to incapacitate, a cut here will make them lose consciousness as well. Of course, this is risky and should only be done with extreme caution.”

Sasha moved her hand to his inner arm, near the bicep. “Next is the brachial artery, which runs down the inside of the upper arm. If you can’t reach the neck, this is another target. Striking here hard enough or cutting can cause major blood loss, but it also makes it harder for the opponent to use their arm effectively.”

The students were watching intently now, hanging on her every word. Bakugo seemed intrigued, while Mina and Denki exchanged nervous glances.

Iida, for his part, was standing still like a statue, ready to assist wherever needed.

Sasha then pointed to the inside of Iida’s thigh. “Finally, we have the femoral artery, located here in the leg. This is one of the largest arteries in the body, and a serious cut here can incapacitate someone quickly. They’ll be unable to move effectively, and blood loss will make them weak.”

She straightened up, her expression serious as she glanced at the group again. “I know this sounds intense. The idea of cutting or striking someone's artery is pretty terrifying, and I’m not teaching you this to encourage anyone to go around slicing people up. But knowing where these arteries are and how to control a fight with precision can give you the upper hand. It’s about understanding the body and using that knowledge to stop a threat without unnecessary violence.”

Sero gulped and raised a hand. “But… if you hit an artery, won’t they bleed out?”

Sasha nodded, but her expression was calm. “Yes, they could. But if you know where to strike and how to control the fight, you can incapacitate someone without killing them. It’s a fine line to walk, and it requires a lot of focus and control. And if something does go wrong, you need to know basic first aid to stop the bleeding.”

She smiled gently, trying to ease the tension. “The goal is to avoid permanent damage whenever possible. But in high-stakes fights, knowledge like this can be the difference between getting out alive or not. Use it responsibly.”

Iida, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. “Thank you, Sasha, for the insightful lesson! It is always vital to remember that as heroes, our priority is to subdue without causing unnecessary harm!” He looked out at the rest of his classmates. “But in extreme cases, this kind of knowledge is indispensable.”

Sasha smiled, nodding in agreement. “Exactly. It’s about balance. Protect yourself, protect others, but always aim to minimize harm.”

The group seemed to relax a bit after that, though they still wore thoughtful expressions as they absorbed everything Sasha had taught them.

“Any questions?” Sasha asked, looking around at her classmates.

Bakugo cracked his knuckles, smirking. “Hmph, sounds like something I could use.”

Sasha grinned back at him. “Just make sure you practice that precision first, Bakugo. Otherwise, you’re in for a mess.”

The group laughed at that, the tension easing as they absorbed the lesson, all of them more determined than ever to grow as both heroes and fighters.

Sasha watched her classmates practice the moves she had just taught them, a deep sense of pride swelling in her chest. Each of them was focused, taking the lesson seriously, trying out the safer strikes and techniques on each other under her guidance. The sparring session with both Eijirou and Aizawa had left its mark on her, not just physically, but mentally as well. She felt sharper, more grounded, but she was also tired.

As the morning wore on, she decided it was time for a break. “I’m gonna grab something to drink,” she called out to the group, waving them off as they continued their training.

Eijirou, always attentive, immediately looked up from his sparring with Denki. “Want me to come with you?”

Before Sasha could respond, Bakugou swung at Eijirou, narrowly missing him but grinning as he shouted, “Stay focused, dumbass! You’re not done yet!”

Sasha chuckled, shaking her head. “Bakugou’s right. Keep training, I won’t be long.” She smiled at Eijirou, reassuring him before turning on her heel and heading toward the vending machines at the edge of the training grounds.

The walk gave her a moment to breathe and reflect on the day. She felt good—stronger, more capable. Her mind wandered briefly to her sparring with Aizawa. It had pushed her limits, but it also reaffirmed how far she had come. 

As she approached the vending machine, her eyes scanned the options. She hesitated, trying to decide between an energy drink or water when she heard faint footsteps behind her. Her senses immediately heightened, and a familiar scent drifted through the air—Hatasu.

Sasha’s body tensed. She spun around quickly, her amber eyes narrowing as she locked onto the man standing a few feet away. Hatasu, with his calm demeanor, watched her with a neutral expression, his hands in his pockets.

“What do you want?” Sasha demanded, her voice steady but edged with suspicion.

Hatasu raised his hands slightly, as if to show he meant no harm. “Relax, Quinn. I just want to talk.”

Sasha didn’t relax, though. She knew better than to trust him, especially with recent events. “Talk about what? You know I’m done with the commission.”

Hatasu’s expression softened slightly, though it was hard to tell if it was genuine or just another manipulation tactic. “It’s about your parents.”

The mention of her parents hit her like a punch to the gut. She instinctively straightened, her guard still up but her heart aching. “What about them? Why do you both keep bringing them up?” She clenched her fists. Thankfully, she’d wrapped bandages around her palms to prevent her claws from penetrating her palms when she made fists. Normally, she’d wear special gloves with her hero suit.

Hatasu took a small step closer, keeping his voice calm and measured. “I know you’ve always had questions about their deaths. The truth about what happened… I have those answers. All you have to do is come back. Become an agent again, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Sasha’s fists clenched tighter at her sides. It was a low blow, using her parents like that. She shook her head firmly. “No. I’m not going back. You can keep your ‘answers.’”

Hatasu tilted his head slightly, his tone growing more persuasive. “Think about it, Sasha. Your parents were agents. You’d be following in their footsteps, continuing their legacy. Don’t you think they’d be proud of you for it? For doing what they did?”

For a moment, Sasha wavered. Her heart ached at the thought. She had always wanted to make her parents proud, to live up to the heroes they were. And part of her, deep down, still wondered what really happened to them and why they became agents in the first place.

But then she remembered their voices, the love they had for her, the way they always wanted her to be free to choose her own path. They had never pressured her to follow in their footsteps; they just wanted her to be happy, to live her life as she saw fit.

She straightened, her resolve hardening. “My parents wouldn’t want me to go down the same path that destroyed them. They wanted better for me.”

Hatasu’s calm mask faltered for just a second, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he regained his composure. “Sasha, you’re being stubborn.”

“No,” Sasha said firmly. “I’m being smart. I’m not falling for your manipulations anymore, Hatasu. I’m done with the commission, and I’m done with you.”

Hatasu sighed, looking at her with a mix of disappointment and frustration. “You’re making a mistake. The truth will come out, one way or another.”

Sasha held her ground, her gaze unwavering. “Maybe. But I’ll find it on my own terms. Not yours.”

Without another word, Hatasu turned and began walking away, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as he had appeared. Sasha exhaled deeply, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she stood there, her thoughts briefly swirled around what he had said. The temptation, the lure of knowing the truth about her parents… it had been real. But she wasn’t going to let herself be manipulated anymore. She was stronger now.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Sasha turned back to the vending machine, grabbed a bottle of water, and made her way back to her friends. They were her family now, her reason to keep fighting, and she wasn’t going to let anything—especially her past—pull her away from that. She cared for her parents, and she wished she had answers. But she had to move on.

She just hoped she could.

As the training session continued, Sasha remained quieter than usual, her mind preoccupied with the encounter with Hatasu. She watched her classmates, occasionally offering a small correction or bit of advice, but the usual lightness in her demeanor was missing. When they finally wrapped up, she let out a heavy sigh and gave the group a small, tired smile.

"You all did great today," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of pride and exhaustion. "Let’s take a break and grab some lunch."

But her smile didn’t seem to convince them. Mina tilted her head, concern in her big eyes. "Sasha, are you okay? You’ve been kinda off since you came back."

The rest of the group turned their attention to her, their worry evident in their faces. Bakugou, always perceptive in his own way, narrowed his eyes. “Something happened, didn’t it?”

Sasha sighed heavily, not wanting to burden them but also knowing that they deserved to know. “Yeah… something did.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, then finally spoke. “The commission… they’re trying to use the death of my parents to manipulate me. One of them approached me earlier, and said he had answers, but only if I became an agent again.”

Her voice wavered slightly as she admitted it, the weight of it pressing down on her. Before she could say more, she felt the warmth of Eijirou behind her. His arms wrapped around her gently, pulling her into a comforting hug from behind. His chin rested on her shoulder, his strong presence grounding her in that moment.

“That’s so messed up,” Denki said, his usual lighthearted tone gone. “They’re seriously using that against you?”

“It’s unforgivable,” Iida added, his expression firm, as if he were ready to march over to the commission himself. “How can they exploit such a personal tragedy like that?”

Mina’s face was filled with empathy, and even Mineta, who was usually quick with a joke, just shook his head in disbelief.

asha nodded, feeling their concern and anger for her. “It is messed up,” she admitted quietly, “but I’m not going back. My mind is made up.”

“We know,” Eijirou said softly in her ear, squeezing her a little tighter. “We trust you. But… we’re worried about you. This is a lot to deal with.”

Bakugou crossed his arms, his usual scowl in place, though there was a softness in his eyes. “Yeah, you’re strong, but don’t be an idiot and act like this stuff doesn’t get to you..”

The others nodded in agreement, their faces full of genuine concern. Sasha could feel the warmth of their support surrounding her, and for the first time since her encounter with Hatasu, the weight on her chest felt lighter.

Her heart swelled with emotion as she looked at her friends—her family. They were worried, but they believed in her, and that meant everything.

She smiled, this time a true, heartfelt one. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice steady now. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

They nodded, still watching her with protective eyes, but it seemed to ease the tension in the air. The bond they shared was strong, and in that moment, it only reinforced Sasha’s earlier thoughts. She couldn’t do anything about her parents death, so her focus would be on her new family.

With a deep breath, Sasha stepped out of Eijirou’s embrace and clapped her hands together. “Alright, enough heavy stuff. Who’s ready for lunch?”

They all let out lighthearted cheers and began to make their way back to the dorms, Iida leading the way and telling everyone how proud he was. 

Ochako was excited to shower. 

Momo offered to make tea, and Sato said he had cookies to go with it. 

Bakugou and Eijirou argued over who won their match. 

Izuku was jotting down everything he learned as they walked, Todoroki looking over his shoulder.

Mineta fawned over his female classmates and Mina smacked the back of his head when he ran his mouth too much, with Ojiro, Hagakure and Asui laughing at the sight.

Denki planted a big kiss on Jirou’s cheek and she scolded him, but blushed and smiled nonetheless. This led to them being teased this time by Sero.

Koda spoke with a few birds and chuckled when they landed on Shoji, who moved stiffly.

And Aoyama spoke with Fumikage, the two being total opposites who surprisingly got along more than anyone would think.

Sasha looked at all of these amazing people bustling around her. Normally, so much noise would overwhelm her, but this was different. There was comfort in her classmates and their shenanigans.

This was what she was protecting. 

- Elsewhere… -

Hex paced back and forth, his frustration bubbling over as he glared at Hatasu. His sharp eyes narrowed, his hands fidgeting with a knife he casually tossed and caught. "This peaceful crap isn’t working, Hatasu. We should’ve grabbed her when she was alone, taken her by force. We could've broken her by now, made her realize she doesn't have a choice."

Hatasu remained seated at the rickety table in the center of the room, calm as always, his fingers drumming thoughtfully against a suspicious-looking folder. It was thick, well-worn, and bore the name "Quinns", with “Confidential” stamped under it in bold red letters. His gaze was sharp, calculating, as he considered Hex’s outburst.

“We haven’t failed yet,” Hatasu said smoothly, not even glancing up at his partner. “Remember, patience is key. She’s stubborn, but everyone has their breaking point.”

Hex sneered, his temper flaring. “You keep saying that, but it’s been a week. She’s not taking the bait. We should’ve made our move today while she was away from her little group of heroes. We had the perfect chance.”

Hatasu finally looked up, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of annoyance crossed his features. “Kidnapping her would have been messy. Her classmates would’ve noticed she was gone, and the police would be hunting us. Not to mention the heroes she’s surrounded by.”

Hex scoffed, but Hatasu held up a hand, stopping him mid-rant. “We push a little more. That’s all we need. She’s already shaken. I can see it in her eyes every time we meet. She’s fighting it, but deep down, she’s still curious. She wants answers, and that’s what we’ll use.”

Hex crossed his arms, clearly unconvinced. “And if that doesn’t work? Then what?”

A slow, calculating smile tugged at the corner of Hatasu’s lips as he lowered his gaze to the folder in his hands. “Then we bring out our trump card.”

He ran his fingers over the folder, lingering on the name “Quinns.” The contents inside were enough to break anyone, even someone as strong-willed as Sasha. He knew that if she wasn’t swayed by the promise of the truth, this file would push her over the edge.

Hex watched him, eyes narrowing as he noticed the shift in Hatasu’s demeanor. "What's in there?"

Hatasu’s smile widened, though he didn’t answer. Instead, he carefully closed the folder and stood up, his calm confidence unshaken. “Trust me, Hex. She’ll come to us. One way or another.”

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The Foundation of the Scientific Spirit Club

Summary: Maddie is in college when she discovers ghosts are real in a scientific sense. She decides to react how any scientist should, and attempt to study and learn more about them. Unfortunately, being a female scientist with a legitimate interest in ghosts of all things isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world.

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If one had met Maddie before her college days, the first thing that would have come to mind probably wouldn’t have been “Oh, she definitely believes in ghosts.”  Once, Maddie would have laughed at the idea herself.  She was a scientist.  She believed in things she could see, feel, experience.  She could do exactly none of those things with ghosts.

Or at least, that’s what she’d thought, right up until the moment she’d been captured and nearly killed by one.

She’d gone into the supposedly haunted house to study the mold and whatever else she could find growing there.  She’d come out shaking, injured, and with a story she was certain no one would believe.

It sounded unbelievable, to be sure.  A glowing green ghost had attacked her, badly cut up her leg in the process of shoving her out of the house, and then vanished into thin air?  She hardly believed it, and she’d lived it.

She’d tried coming up with numerous different explanations for what had happened, but when she went back to look, she found no traces of anything that had happened, and nothing that could have faked the experience.  Her investigation into the latter theory resulted in no real evidence either.  She couldn’t find anyone who wanted to do this to her, or had the means to do it in the first place.

And none of it explained her leg.

Maddie’s leg did not stop hurting.  Even when it healed and the cut itself closed, a vivid green bruise remained that continued to ache.  It was far too bright a shade to be a natural bruise, and there was no reason it should continue to hurt for this long.

No, what she’d experienced in the house was real, and her wound was not a normal wound.  Ghosts were real, in the scientific sense.  And if they were real in the scientific sense, that meant they could be studied, researched and understood.

That, however, made Maddie a female scientist trying to prove the existence of ghosts, in a time when she would get laughed out of the room for just being one or the other.  Suffice to say, she was very used to being mocked and belittled by the time Jack Fenton came along.

So when Jack approached her booth at the campus fair, where she was advertising the Spirit Club, Maddie automatically tensed up.  She’d had a couple visitors so far that day.  Most had assumed she meant school spirit, and when they learned that was in fact not what she meant, they either laughed, walked away rolling their eyes, or both.

Jack gave her a bright grin as he reached the booth.  “Hey-hey, the Spirit Club!  Vladdie and I are experts in school spirit, where do I sign us both up?  Jack Fenton, by the way!”

Maddie sighed, prepared herself to get laughed at again, and said, “It’s not a school spirit club.  I’m studying ghosts.  Scientifically.”

Jack brightened even further.  “Holy smokes!  Well that’s a new one if I’ve ever heard it!  How much progress have you made so far?”

Maddie bristled, clenching her hands together underneath the booth.  “It would be easier if anyone would actually take me seriously,” she hissed, hoping Jack would take the hint and go bother some other scientist he wouldn’t respect.

Jack, however, did not seem very good at taking hints.

“Boy, I can imagine!” he said, leaning against the side of the booth with the posture of one who intended to stay there for a while.  “I know what that’s like, sometimes I feel like the only one who takes me seriously is Vladdie!”

Maddie gave him a suspicious look.  What was he playing at?

A second later, someone called Jack’s name, and he turned and started grinning even brighter.

“Vladdie!  Vladdie guess what, this girl is starting a club all about ghosts!  Isn’t that the coolest?”

“Ghosts?” asked a voice, full of the condescension Maddie was well familiar with.  “What are you blathering about now—”

A person walked out from behind Jack and turned to look at Maddie, then stopped in the middle of his sentence to stare at her.

“…Of course what I meant to say was, that’s so fascinating,” the person said.  “I’m Vlad, by the way, and you are?” he leaned over the table, and Maddie leaned back slightly with an awkward laugh.

“Trying to get new club members,” she said in lieu of her name.  “If you’re not actually interested, could you please leave?  I’m not in the mood to be mocked today.”

“Oh, but I would never—” Vlad started.

“Of course we’re genuinely interested!” Jack interrupted, leaning right in front of Vlad to grin at Maddie.  “What’s not to be interested by?  I didn’t even know you could study ghosts scientifically, that’s fantastic!”

Maddie blinked at him for a couple seconds.  “You’re… serious?” she said hesitantly.

“Dead serious,” Jack said, leaning further in, seemingly entirely unaware of the pun he just made.  “Where do we sign up?”

“Um, well,” Maddie said hesitantly, looking down at the blank piece of notebook paper in front of her.  “It’s not exactly an official club yet.  I can’t get anyone to give me any funding.  That’s why I’m here.  I figured if there’s more than just one person involved it might actually be seen as more legitimate.  But so far no one’s been interested.”

“Well that’s bogus!” Jack said.  “Give us that pen and we’ll sign up right now!  We’ll be a club of three, official or not!”

Maddie stared at him for a second.  “Really?”

“Of course!  And don’t you worry, Vladdie is great at convincing people to do stuff!  Aren’t you Vladdie?”

Vlad turned to stare at Jack for a second, and Maddie immediately recognized the look on his face.  The “I can’t believe I’m actually talking to these fruit loops” look.  A second later he caught Maddie looking, however, and smiled again.

“Oh, I suppose I might be able to do a little something,” he said.  “After all, what’s the harm in chasing your ambitions.”

Maddie opened her mouth to reply that she knew from personal experience that there could be a harm in not chasing this ambition, but before she could, Jack cheered.

“Thanks, V-man!” he called with a grin at Vlad.  “I can always count on you!”

He then turned his bright grin back to Maddie and pushed the paper with both of their names on it towards her.  “You’re a scientist, then?” he asked.

“Uh, yes,” Maddie said, her guard going back up.  “Or— that’s the goal, anyway.”  She looked down at the paper, then back up at Jack, taking a deep breath.  “I’m Maddie.”

Jack beamed.  “Well, I know an achievable goal when I hear it, Maddie!” he called.  “Can I ask why you decided on ghosts?”

Maddie looked hesitantly at him for a second, but given the way this conversation had gone so far…

“I… met one,” she said.  “In a house, when I was trying to study mold.  I’ve wanted to understand them ever since.”

Jack eyes widened, and he stared at her like she was saying the most brilliant thing he’d ever heard.  It was making Maddie stare back.  She fidgeted a little with her hands underneath the table and looked down.  She wasn’t used to people looking at her like that.

“That is the most brilliant thing I have ever heard,” Jack said breathlessly, and Maddie raised her gaze back to him.  Her cheeks felt warm.  “What I wouldn’t give to have been there with you!  Where was it, maybe we can go back and gather more data!”

And the thing is?  Maddie had been more than a little scared of the idea of going back.  She’d done it immediately after, but not since things had calmed down.  Her leg still ached a little when she thought about it.  But Jack was making it sound exciting and fascinating again.  And the way he phrased it, more data.  Adding to data that already existed.  Adding to the already-established data of her experience and personal account.

And honestly, what was she supposed to do?  She was a scientist.  She couldn’t just avoid her one solid data point.

So, finally, Maddie started to smile.  “How do you feel about holding our first club meeting there?”

Jack lit up like a kid in a candy store, and the next second, Maddie started grinning too.

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Requestssss? Can I have 24 and 40 in fluff for SF9 Jaeyoon pleaseeee

I miss my smol bean

smol bean is indeed very missed </3

Jaeyoon (SF9) | Sharing drama together + “Your heart is beating so fast right now.” fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader

One moment the room is bright with the morning sun, and in the next the brightness is dulled and remains only as a soft glow. You blink a couple times before Jaeyoon’s eyes find yours again. You take a dramatic breath.

“But when I told you I wanted five more minutes, it was a no,” you complain, slightly irritated in the early hours of the morning. Honestly there was no reason why you shouldn’t sleep in on the weekend if you were still tired. He was free today too. Unlike you, though, he already managed to work out. Good for him. It would be horrible for you and your mood.

And now that you finally found the will to get up he just hops into bed and pulls the covers over both of you? Unbelievable.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he grins at you. Effortlessly he pulls you closer to him before you can escape. He smells nice, fresh out of the shower, and suddenly getting up doesn’t sound like a wise idea at all.

“Then?” You grumble (you need to stand your ground on the fact that you should be allowed to stay in bed the whole day today if you so wished).

“I have,” he lowers his voice and pauses to raise the tension, “The tea.” 

You quirk a brow at him and he gives you a look that conveys very well that he hopes he used the phrase correctly. You want to interrogate him about where he even learned to use the phrase but the prospect of juicy gossip is more interesting.

“Let’s hear it then,” you say, much less irritated.

“Kiss me first,” he chuckles. You roll your eyes, but kissing your boyfriend in the morning is always nice. It’s addictive. One kiss is never enough.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now,” he chuckles. You didn’t even notice the lack of space between your bodies. You just smile and lay your head on his arm.

“I’m still waiting for the tea,” you remind him. It’s too early to be ashamed. Jaeyoon doesn’t really mind either way, happy enough to have your attention entirely on him and hold you in his arms. No matter how sore his muscles are.

So he spills, telling you all about the new development between the soon-to-be couple at the gym he started noticing recently. First the two were just looking at each other when the other wasn’t looking, then when the other was looking. Slowly they started working out next to each other, then spotting each other and sharing tips. Sharing snacks. And today - exchanging numbers. Jaeyoon just so happened to be there when the guy reached into his pocket before heading into the shower and to his surprise found a tissue with a number scribbled on it. 

You listen to him with a wide smile. You’ve never seen the people yourself, but maybe that makes it more fairytale-like and you like it that way. You kick your feet as the story continues - that wasn’t even the end. The two met at the exit again by chance and right then and there they set up their first date.

“I must’ve looked like a creep, there’s only so many ways you can make yourself look busy in front of a gym exit,” Jaeyoon laments, but he’s smiling, “It was worth it though.”

“Guess we won’t have much more updates now though. Unless they start wearing wedding rings to the gym,” you laugh and bite your lip. You really hope it’s going to work out for them. Just like it’s working out for you and your lover so far. His cheeks heat up, he looks just as giddy as you. It’s always like this whenever a wedding is mentioned. Whenever he thinks of your future, getting closer each day.

“Your heart is still beating really fast,” he grins at you and pushes against your chest teasingly.

“Yeah? And yours isn’t?” you try to move your hand to do the same to him but before you can, he pulls away as far as the blanket covering you allows.

“Getting cold feet before even proposing?” you tease, watching the conflicting emotions flicker across his face. It’s still early in the morning. Too soon to be anything but honest in the safety of your sheets.

So he pulls you close again, hugging you against his chest so you can hear exactly how fast his heart is racing. You smile to yourself. So hopeless.

“I could propose to you right now but I want it to be perfect,” his voice barely heard over the sudden breeze blowing past the windows. 

“If it’s you, it’s always going to be perfect,” you hum back. Maybe you’re a little hopeless too.

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“Where in the world were you last night?”

Naturally, Heavenly Glow’s family had a lot of questions for her after she didn’t show up to dinner. It wasn’t like her at all to be late to an event, let alone not show up at all. However, Celestia and Novo were much more bemused than upset about it. It was honestly refreshing to see their normally-strict daughter loosen the reins and goof off a little. 

They couldn’t help but notice she’d been more relaxed in general lately, it was almost unbelievable. But it was a welcome change.

“I was simply showing Sahar around, helping her get familiar with the kingdom. Is it not my duty as her partner to introduce her to both of my nations of heritage?”

Heavenly tried to brush it off in a cool, stoic tone, though she felt warm inside as she remembered their night.

“Judging by the smiles you two came back with, it seems like you had a lot of fun for an ordinary educational trip.”

Novo quipped in a teasing tone, nudging her wife who had a mischievous smile of her own. They meant it innocently, having noticed all the bonding between their daughter and Sahar up to now. But Heavenly was already feeling a bit defensive, so she thought they were implying something else as her face grew hot.

“No! Heavens, no! Whatever you are thinking, we did nothing of the sort!”

Her mothers quickly realized where her mind had jumped. Celestia struggled to stifle her laughter but Novo made herself calm down, approaching the situation with more seriousness.

“Ahem, that is none of our business, nor were we trying to pry into that part of your life.”

“We’ve just never seen you so happy!”

Celestia blurted out what was on both her and Novo’s minds.

Heavenly simply shrugged as if this wasn’t news at all.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, I am perfectly happy so long as the God Mother shines her light on us.”

She couldn’t be defensive and stoic for long; a small smile appeared on her face as she recalled the fun they’d had together.

“Although I must admit, Sahar brings a feeling I have never quite felt before. It is not unlike basking in Gaia’s light, yet…it’s different. Spending time with her last night, watching her enjoy herself, enjoying myself by her side. We didn’t do much last night, we merely saw the sights and swam with the fish. But regardless of what we do, being in her company makes me feel as if I was put on this earth for no other purpose.”

The hippogriff mare almost couldn’t believe what was coming out of her mouth, it was such a grand declaration and she was never one to make such claims about anything not strictly related to her faith. Yet she meant every word.

“Oh my gosh…”

Celestia’s eyes filled with tears, her smile so wide she looked as if she was watching her daughter’s coronation.

“Heavenly, you’re in love!”

“We’re proud of you, dear.”

Novo wrapped a loving wing around both of them. 

“You know, when you were little you were so serious about all this. Even at the wedding you treated it like just another job. And it is in a way, marriage is always work. But it feels so nice, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, we love seeing you so happy!”

Heavenly rolled her eyes lightheartedly and wiped Celestia’s tears away with her wing, but she realized they were both right. She’d always taken her duty to her country and her goddess so seriously but it wasn’t until recently that she learned what it meant to have a duty to her partner. When Novo told her they were going to get along and work as a team, this was what she meant. Not only for the good of their kingdoms but for the good of each other.

And by Gaia, it did feel nice to have somepony by her side. Somepony she could learn from and grow with. Maybe this was what her God Mother wanted for her all along. Maybe this was the mare she was meant to be.

All these feelings and more Heavenly Glow couldn’t express out loud, she couldn’t possibly find the words. Plus her parents would surely make a big deal out of it and embarrass her. She still had her pride.

“That’s what you say. Yes…I suppose I am growing fond of Sahar.”

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Previous: Amphitrite Next: Psamathe

Background by LibbytheKautz

[therealandian]

right okay now that i've had a minute where i'm not at work, i wrote a little drabble to go along with this:

Elias stopped dead in his tracks, not quite believing what was in front of him. “Wh—Since when did you get here!?” he demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at his best friend, who was meandering down the street like he'd walked it a thousand times. “We weren't anywhere close to Earth when you left—there's no possible way you could have arrived before me!” After standing stunned for a moment, Jon pointed back with a grin on his face and a twinkling glow in his eyes. Admittedly his eyes always looked like that, but that wasn't the point. “That's what you think!” he laughed. “I just happen to be good friends with an eldritch demigod!” He kept pointing, and he kept laughing, and at this point Elias was just a little bit peeved. “You bastard! Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come back here!? I spent thirty years on my own getting here, and that's barely counting the time travel!” Jon laughed harder. “I've been here since 1995!” At that point, Elias could feel himself beginning to tremble from rage, but he kept it together. Mostly. “This could've been significantly easier for both of us if you'd just told me!”

Jon was laughing too hard to speak. A tear slid down his cheek, followed quickly by another. To make matters worse, he was still pointing at Elias like he couldn't quite believe what was happening. Admittedly Elias was also still pointing, but he wasn't having nearly as much fun. He wished he was—it looked, well, fun! As if things couldn't get more confusing, another figure appeared from nowhere and froze as the light of teleportation faded around him. “Uh…,” said Martin Blackwood. Jon didn't notice; he was busy still. Elias did, of course, and a spike of dread stabbed him in the chest. “Uh…,” he echoed. As if pulled by some unseen force, Martin raised both his hands, one pointing at Jon, and one pointing at Elias. He glanced back and forth between the two as if he couldn't quite wrap his head around what he was looking at. His jaw flapped, but no words came out. Jon clutched his stomach and squeezed his eyes shut, not quite stopping the laughter, but at least getting it down to an uncontrollable giggle. He wiped away the tears. “You should've seen the look on your face!” he cried. Elias finally figured out how to lower his hand and stop pointing at his absurd comrade. “Erm…Jon?” “Yeah, yeah,” he breathed, waving a dismissive hand. “Give me a minute.” Meanwhile, Martin finally figured out how to make his mouth work, and spoke. “What the fuck did I just teleport into!?” Jon peeked up at him, grin widening once more as he wiped the tears off his cheeks. “Oh, hello, Martin! Fancy seeing you here!”

:P

i just want to end this off by saying something important to me: as of 5 days from now (may 29th), redeath will be turning 4 years old which is just. UTTERLY wild to me.

when i first started writing that thing i did NOT expect i'd still be working on it this much later. and the fact that i started on stts in late summer of '21 is just. wow this au has gone on for a while. and i still love it to bits! even now with this i'm still finding new fun ways to get them to reunite (thanks @ike9306 for the idea), and it's just. i have no idea how many iterations of the end of this fic i've gone through but i definitely didn't expect where i eventually wound up lol. i still can't believe i thought 50k was a reasonable expectation for stts XD

so i just wanna say thanks--to old fans who've been here from the start and to new ones who literally just found this today. to the people who leave comments on every chapter, those who occasionally drop one on their favorite parts, and to the lurkers i can't see but know are there. i've had an unbelievably fun time playing around with this goofyass concept, and i'm so happy to see other people have enjoyed it too. i don't know that i would've without the overwhelming amount of excited feedback begging for more <3

we've still got a few chapters to go, but i'm hoping yall will find it well worth the time it took us all to get here (looking at the person who read like. all of redeath and all of stts up to that point in one very long session. you know who you are.)

Commission for @therealandian for the fic "Search Through the Stars". Disclaimer, this is not actually what happens! Go check it out.

Thanks for the support!

[anewbeginningagain]

Tessa and Scott at Skate Canada 2017 Medal Ceremony 

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