#but alas life was kicking my ass for these past couple of months

[minhyungsluvr]

MARK + 00' LINE | FIGHTS WITH THEM

a/n: would you believe this has been in the drafts for a year now!!! The dialogue kicked my ass, but alas I prevailed

MARK: NOT TAKING CARE OF HIMSELF

He had texted you, saying it was another late practice. For the past week he had left earlier in the morning, and came back late at night barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to slip into bed beside you. You had brought it up before, or tried to, and he brushed you off. Saying it was apart of his job, he doesn't need a break, he feels fine. You not even sure if he's eating properly. The final straw was when he came home late again, this time you were away waiting on him. Like clock work, he comes through the door sluggishly. Movements slow, eyes heavy from lack of sleep. It almost pained you to bring it up now when the last thing he probably wanted was to hear you fuss over him again. But if you didn't bring it up now, then would you be able to again. "Mark, this really isn't healthy. You're not sleeping, I'm not sure your even eating meals. I'm sure you can afford a couple of days to relax." You spoke softly, hoping that keeping your voice soft would slim the chances of a fight starting. That didn't work. "Baby..." he started with a sigh. " I really don't want get into this tonight, I'm tired" he said as he walked past you to get to the bedroom. You followed him, still trying to make your point. "I'm not trying to nag or anything, but I just want you to start taking better care of yourself". He's still not listening to you, he to busy chaning into his pajamas. "Are you listening to me", you ask, now feeling frustrated. "I am, and I mean it when I say I'm fine. So can you please drop it so we cam go sleep." He turns to you as he speaks, waiting for you to say something else before moving. You nod once, "okay, fine." You slip under the covers, back towards him, you don't say goodnight and neither does he.

RENJUN: NOT WANTING TO MEET YOUR FRIENDS

Renjun was your first serious relationship, and you had hoped he'd be your last. He was everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. He was caring, you had similar interests, and be made time for you despite his busy schedule. You've met a lot of the members of his group, you loved their dynamic. The way they were like family, how they were able to joke with each other like brothers. Your relationship was moving beautifully, until you invited him to brunch with some of your friends. When you asked, he Immediately froze up. Stumbling over his words to give you a quick, barely thought out excuse of why he would be busy during that time. You asked him again a week later, this time it was bowling. And again, he suddenly had to go do something with his members that he just thought about. It had been a month of bad excuses and dodging ever attempt at trying to meet your friends. They were starting to think you were making it up. It came to the point where you had to confront his about it. On a day where he was most definitely not bust you asked him again, "do you want to come with me a few friends for lunch"? You could feel him tense from his position on you as you both were stretched across the couch. "Ummm....." he started, beginning to sit up. "Why don't you want to meet my friends? I've met yours, and it was a lot of them." You spoke, exasperated. He starts looked around, like he's trying to find another excuse. "Stop" You saying, now also sitting up, "be honest with me Renjun. Why do you keep lying?" He hears your voice wobble, see your eyes get glossy. "I just don't understand, I've told how important my friends are to me and you won't even try to meet them." He's quick to console you as a tesr finally makes its way down your cheek. "It's not that I don't want to, I'm just nervous. I know how much they mean to you, and-" You cut him off, " I really like Renjun, and for us to get build our relationship your going to have to meet the important people in my life like I've met yours." You had taken his hand in yours, giving reassuring squeezes every now and then as he let your words sink in.

HEACHAN: DOESN'T TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY

This problem has been festering for a minute, and it’s probably your fault the situation is as big as it is. You should’ve brought it up when it was only a small issue, not when you came home from work later than usual with an attitude because your boss is a jerk. All you wanted was to come home to a clean and quiet home, instead you walk through the door to hear your boyfriend yelling through from the bedroom. All the dirty dishes were piled up in the sink, including the ones from the morning that you asked him to clean before you got home. When you walked in the room to ask him about the mess that was your kitchen, you didn’t want it to turn into a fight. It started with you asking him why he didn’t wash the dishes like you asked, especially since he was home all day. Then it ended with you accusing him of never taking you seriously. “What do you mean I don’t take you seriously?” he asked, no longer shouting. “I mean exactly what I said, you don’t take me seriously. When I tell you something you only joke about it.” The frustration was on your face and his as you started listing instances where he turned what you were feeling or what you said into a joke. Hot tears welled up in your eyes as you kept talking, anger building up from the long day you had and the argument you were having with Haechan. Seeing your face, how tired you looked, he calmed down. “Gorgeous, why have you never brought this up earlier?” You shrugged,feeling all the fight leave at his quiet tone. "Look, I promise to start listening better if start telling me how your feeling before it blows up." He stands in front of you, head tilting down to meet your teary eyes. He's only given a single nod, but the small, barely there smile on your face tells him everything will be alright.

JENO: FORGETTING IMPORTANT DATES

It's embarrassing, humiliating! You sit alone, at a table for two, in a restaurant with fancy lights, all by yourself. Looks of pity are being thrown from across the restaurant as you check the time of your phone for the fourt time that minute. Nope, still no text from Jeno. No text saying he's late, no text telling you why he hadn't shown up yet, not even a text to cancel. You could feel your face heat up as other couples walked past to get to their tables. Finally you gave up, you've waited thirty minutes too long. Walking out the restaurant, you call him, eager to see what held him up. "Hello" he answers on the first ring, "y/n..... are you there"? You had froze, he didn't show up to dinner because he was sleep! Not because he was in some life threatening situation. After the last time he had missed a date, he promised that he wouldn't miss another. Or at the very least let you know ahead of time why he couldn't come. You held the phone for another second before answering. "Did you forget about out plans" you ask. You hear him cuss quietly on the phone, before there is a rustling sound. Probably him fighting with his sheets to get out the bed. "I'm so sorry", he starts, "tell me where you are and I'll meet you there, ok sweetheart." He throws the pet name on at the end, knowing what it does to you. But it doesn't have the same effect this time. "Don't worry about it Jeno, I'm going home." You hung up before he was able to answer. He wasted no time calling you back while getting dressed, each called went ignored and only fueled him to move faster to meet you. By the time he showed up at your door, all his calls and texts still went unanswered. He could only hope you'd answer the door so he could try and make it right.

JAEMIN: NOT MAKING TIME FOR YOU

Of course you knew how busy he was before you even started dating. But if he was able to make time for you when you were just friends, you assumed that wouldn't change when he became your boyfriend. You'd spend weekends together watching romcoms, going out to eat, and now your lucky if you see him at least once a month. At first you blamed it on comeback season. Then of course there was the tour. But now he was back, and the most he done is respond to your texts telling you he's made it back home, or to laugh at a meme you've sent. You'd ask if he was free one day to come over, to hang out, he says he can't because he's playing games with Jeno. A new movie with your favorite actress just came out, and he can't see it with you because he's already getting lunch with the members. This goes on for a while, you trying to set dates up and him declining because he already has plans. You and your relationship have been pushed aside for a while, and you were sick of it. You called him on night, to ask him when he'd be free next. "I'm not really sure, I was going to spend some time just relaxing." Normally, he would've invited you over, but your not sure whats going on with him now. "Jaemin, are you tired of me?" He makes a noise of surprise over the phone, "What makes you say that, you know I'm crazy about you". You sigh, "It's like you don't want to be around me anymore. You're always busy, but not to busy for everyone else." It's a hot minute before he answers, "I didn't realize I was making you feel like that, I didn't even realize I was pulling away from you". "I understand that your busy, but I don't know...." you trail off. "No, I get it, I do. And I'm sorry", he says, "I just need to find balance is all. But don't think you're not important to me". His reassuring words bring a smile back to your face, "so are you going to be free soon" you ask hoping his answer would be different from earlier.

[icedhoneyy]

...uhm hiiii??😬

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - When Lovely meets Angel

Summary: When the boyfriends are away, their partners try their best to be functioning members of society. Spoiler alert: they failed. 

Tw: [Mentions of Adam], [Profanity] and [Very, very brief mention of drugs. Like, half a sentence]

I shared this oneshot in the Discord server and I thought to share it here too before uploading it on AO3 later this weekend. 

-

You smile as your eyes do their best to track Vincent’s every move. Your head spins as your boyfriend flits from one room to another, never pausing for even a second. His duffel bag is lying beside you on the couch, gradually full of clothes, toiletries and other travelling necessities as he chucks them in Mach speed. 

You pick up the clothes that didn’t make it into the bag. You fold them nicely before placing them in with the rest. 

“Alright, I’ve stocked up the pantry to last at least for a few weeks, b-but I’ll be back by Sunday so don’t worry.” The blur that was Vincent said as he ran from their shared bedroom to the kitchen. With a fond shake of your head, you observe the Vampire made one last round. 

Letting Vincent fuss is your way of helping him calm down. And sure enough, it only takes a few minutes until your boyfriend is satisfied with the apartment - from the wards that he erected to the well-stocked kitchen and rows of laundry detergents. With the way he prepared for his departure, you couldn’t help but want to remind Vincent that he’ll only be leaving for three days; not three months. 

“Do you have Alexis’ number, Lovely? Sam’s?” Vincent asks - again - in concern as he pad towards you and the duffel bag. “Hang on, I’ll forward them to you now -” 

You grab his hand before he could reach for his phone and force him to sit beside you on the couch. You peck him on the cheek to startle him. No matter how many times you’ve done this; Vincent always reacts the same. Startled with a tinge of red dusting his pale cheeks. A simple kiss is enough to leave him speechless and it never fails to make your heart skip a beat at how precious he is. 

“Yes, you gave them to me this morning. I have their numbers on speed dial for any emergency of the Adam kind.” You easily assure him, only to backtrack quickly when you see how wide his eyes went. Oh yikes, bad move! Bad move! “N-Not that there will be any problem! Haha! I mean, you’re only going away with Will for three days, right? I can hold the fort, don’t worry!” 

Vincent bit his lower lip, still hesitant. “I wish I didn’t have to go, Lovely. It hurts to be away from you…” His head tilts down and holds your hand tight, yet always mindful of his Supernatural strength. “Sometimes… sometimes I could still see you in Adam’s arms, so pale and sick… your blood on his mouth - ”

“Hey, hey, Vince? Look at me please.” You gently tilt his chin using your hand that wasn’t captured by your worrisome boyfriend. You made sure to properly look him in the eyes before smiling softly. “You got me in time and for that? I’m forever grateful, but that’s in the past, OK? I’m here now with you! We both have been making good progress at D.A.M.N so that has to count for something, yeah? We’re both stronger than we were before.” 

That earns a tiny smile from Vincent and you mentally cheer in victory. “You always know what to say, huh, Lovely? And yeah, we’re pretty badass now, huh? A Vampire and an Electro Energetic? We’ll conquer this city in less than a month.” He joked. 

You try to picture it: you and Vincent - the King and Queen of Dahlia. The first thing you would do is declare PJ Friday - where everyone must wear PJs every Friday and those that wear the silliest PJs get brownie points. Collect enough of them and they’ll get a free meal in the most expensive restaurant Dahlia has to offer. Vincent can handle the boring stuff like, governing and health care. 

...Now that’s a thought; Vincent as a politician. 

Ah wait - Will would probably be disappointed in them if they tried to do a hostile takeover of this city and you couldn’t bear to disappoint him. After all, no one can pull off the perfect sad dad look other than Vincent’s Sire. Not even your own dad! 

“ - Lovely? Uh, Earth to Lovely? You there?” 

Vincent’s warm voice broke you off from your mad train of thoughts. You flash a sheepish grin when he realised that you haven’t paid a single word he said. Vincent wants to appear annoyed but his lips are twitching, as if he’s holding back from laughing at the dumbfounded expression on your face. 

“Sorry, babe. I spaced out because Will was disappointed in us.”  

“...What? Will? Lovely, what the - ”

“Anyway, don’t worry about me.” You quickly interject before you have to explain yourself. “You got me food, Alexis’ and Sam’s numbers are on my speed dial and my powers have been growing nicely over the last few classes. I got this; you got this.” To seal the deal you added, “And I promise to call you twice a day; in the morning and before I go to bed. Sounds good?” 

That finally assured Vincent. The tension melts away from his taunt shoulders and when he kisses you, it’s slow and sweet. You would’ve loved to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him on top of you and turn this into something more, but Will would surely call him if Vincent is late. 

Vincent moans when you pull away; disappointed and slightly frustrated. “Easy there, Vince. I’ll make sure to give you a very warm welcome when you get back.” You purr, loving how his eyes lid at your promise. 

But alas, as much as you love to drag Vincent to the bedroom, work comes first. So you allow Vincent to fuss around a little more before he slings the duffel bag over one shoulder, kisses you goodbye and leaves. 

Now, you planned this. You have a whole itinerary in your head for the days that Vincent is on a business trip with the King of the Solaire Clan. Assignments that need to be done, Despacito to learn on the piano (neither of them knew why Alexis dropped off an upright piano in their apartment on a random ass Wednesday night and when asked, she just cackled before pulling off a Batman and vanished into the night. So Vincent gave up trying to pester the answer out of her. You still think it’s some sort of an elaborate prank), boba pizza to cook for dinner tomorrow and a list of video games to pre-order so really, you would be so busy for the upcoming days that you wouldn’t even have the time to miss Vincent. 

If you repeat that long enough, you hope that’ll become true. 

Glancing at the clock hanging on the living room wall, you sigh at the time.10.30 PM. A little early to get ready for bed but hey, it’s not like there’s anything else that you want to do now. 

With little fanfare, you make sure that the apartment is locked and secure, switch off the lights before heading to the bedroom for your nightly ablutions.

-

Ok, that part about the itinerary? Yeah, that’s completely out of the window the moment you wake up missing Vincent’s arms around you. 

The gentle and warm sun rays pierce through the sheer curtains, promising a bright day ahead of you, but all you could think about is the space in this bedroom. Was the bed always this big? Was the bedroom always this quiet? Those questions rattled in your brain and it really doesn’t help that you can smell Vincent’s faint cologne lingered on the pillows. Soothing vanilla that never fails to clear your mind as opposed to sandalwood and bergamot. Vincent once claimed that the scent is too fancy for someone like him. 

Right now though? His cologne sends a pang of longing in your heart in his absence, and it’s only the first day! 

“I can’t stay here.” You decided out loud when the tangle of sleepiness ebbed away. Kicking the thick duvet off your body, you stomp to the bathroom to shower, dress up and quickly leave the apartment with nothing but your phone and backpack. 

You didn’t want to return to an empty apartment, so what better than walking around the city to distract yourself? Grab some breakfast at a new cafe, maybe do some window shopping afterwards… yeah, that sounds way better than anything you’ve planned before. 

Joggers pass you by as you walk through the park and the city slowly comes back to life. People are out and about, going through their monotonous day. Some are catching the bus, others are like her, eager to find something to eat. 

You recall that your classmate mentioned that they and someone named Damien found a Taiwanese bakery/cafe that recently opened up near the city’s library; a quaint little shop, squeezed between a hardware shop and a health & beauty care chain store. You can still remember how their eyes lit up as they excitedly described the brioche and the strawberry tiramisu they ate with vivid details. 

So that’s where you’re headed off to now. 

Apparently, the bakery is closer than you thought when you cut corners and jump through the shortcuts. Being born and raised here in Dahlia like so many others, you knew this city like the back of your hand. Though the existence of Shifters, Vampires, Daemons and more were a slap in the face to you.

Oh, that reminds you, be sure to ask Vincent if the Vampires have anything similar to Fangtasia here in this city. 

The bell above the door chimes when you enter the bakery. The sign outside says ‘OPEN’ but since it’s still quite early in the morning, you and a couple sitting at a table near the corner are the only customers currently. Manning behind the cashier is a young woman and her co-worker setting up freshly baked goods behind the display glass. 

You made a beeline to the counter. 

“Good morning. Uh, can I please have one sea salt coffee - regular size - one red bean mooncake and, umm…” You paused to scan the menu laid before you. “And a marble taro.” 

There. That's sort of a healthy breakfast, right? 

The young woman hardly bats an eye at your order. She drawl out the total amount of your food and drink to which you hand her some cash before choosing a table beside the large window so you could see the city and her people go about their lives. The scent of freshly baked pastries, hot chocolates and brewed coffees wash over you pleasantly. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if Vincent would love this place as much as you do… 

The cashier came over with a tray of your order before your musing could spiral down further. You thank her, snap a picture of your food and coffee for Vincent before enjoying your breakfast. It’s a perfect morning, well, almost a perfect morning… 

Halfway through your coffee, your phone vibrates. Vincent had texted back: 

‘Looks delish, Lovely! Make sure to finish your meal, OK? My flight was a nightmare - I’ll spare you the details - but Will and I reached the airport safely. I’ll call you soon, Lovely. I love you, always.’ 

Vincent’s text helps to fill his absence, somewhat. You polish off the last bit of your coffee and exhale loudly; there’s no use moping around. Adventure awaits! After all, there’s never a dull day here in Dahlia. For all you know, something is right around the corner just for you! 

Tummy warm and full, you bask in the morning light for a few more minutes before exiting the bakery. 

...And promptly collide with a walking furnace. Because seriously, the moment your chest hits them, it feels as if their body heat lunges at you.

“Ow!” You fell and landed hard on your ass. Whoever had the misfortune to collide against you, they were a tad taller and seemed to be in a rush to be able to hit you with an impact. 

“Oh fuck! I’m so so sorry! Are you alright!? I ran too fast because I always missed out on their marble taros! Oh gosh, oh gosh; can you hear me? Shit, I really hope I didn’t hurt you too badly…” The stranger rambled worriedly. 

“I-I’m fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.” You assured them and gladly grabbed the offered hand. They gently pull you up from the pavement. 

“You sure? I can take you to the hospital right now if you want!” They pressed on, eyes checking for any sign of injuries on your body. “Just after I buy my pastries though.” 

You didn’t expect the blatant honesty; the idea that some loaves of bread are this person's top priorities crack you up. You couldn’t help it, so you burst out a giggle. 

“I’m good, I’m good; don’t worry.” You hiccup and wipe a stray tear from the corner of your right eye. You can’t believe this. “Go get your bread and oh, for the record? I totally get why you rush here. Their marble taro is really something else. You better hurry up; I heard the cashier said they’ll be making the last batch for the day.”

You smirk when the walking furnace’s eyes widen in horror. They darted into the bakery without a single word. The bell chimes loudly when they rush to yank the door and scramble towards the counter.

Just for the fuck of it, you lean against the window and decide to wait. Snippets of frantic conversation can be heard inside and it wasn’t long before the bell tinkle once more. 

The stranger that bumped into you pout, clutching a huge paper bag of pastries close to their chest as if they feared you would snatch it. “You lied.” 

“Shocker, I know.” You tease and then you feel your blood froze despite the warm morning. You suddenly recalled where and from whom you heard those words before and quickly stomped the image out of your head. 

“Uh, dude? Are you sure you’re alright? You look super pale.” The stranger narrowed their eyes on you. Despite the blatant concern on their face and how genuinely friendly and cheerful their voice is, you get the feeling that they’re trying to pull you apart by the seams to see if you would lie or not. 

So you opt for the honest option. “I will be.” You assured them. “Just some… bad memories pop up.” 

“Huh, well that sucks.” They glance at the bag of pastries for a moment, silent and contemplating. They then thrust it practically in your face before you could do so much as flinch. “You want some? Food always helps me feel good when I’m sad.” 

The loaves of bread smelled really good but for the second time, you giggled. “No, no, I’m full. Thank you though; that’s very kind of you to offer.” 

“It’s only the right thing to do.” They reply with an easy shrug. You get the feeling that the stranger’s kindness is something remarkable. “The name is -” 

Across the street, a truck driver pressed the horn when the car in front of him refused to budge despite the traffic lights having switched from red to green for ten minutes now.

“ - but you can call me Angel; all my friends do. Now that we’ve bumped into one another, your destiny just altered. Our fates will forever be intertwined once you give me your name.” 

Oh, you like where this is going.

“I’m - ” The driver in front of the truck kicked open his door and proceeded to shout at the truck driver. A line of cars gradually formed behind the vehicle and horns began to blare as a brawl broke out in the middle of the road. “ - nice to meet you!” 

“A lovely name…” Here your new friend - Angel - trailed off, their eyes appraising your body. “For a lovely soul. Lovely. Huh. Can I call you that?” 

Gorgeous, brimming with moxie mix with a spoonful of friendly flirting? Oh, you like them more and more by the second. 

Also, you idly wondered if there’s some weird magic attached to your name or else this is going to be a pattern every time you introduce yourself. 

“Sure.” You answered, and the two of you shook hands. 

“Say… who do you think would win? Godzilla or King Kong?” 

“Psh, is that even a question? Godzilla, obviously. He’s the king of monsters for a reason! And grandpa got his Atomic Breath; what does Kong even have?” 

“You. I like you. I have a feeling that this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.” 

When there’s no escaping from Angel’s octopus arm of love and friendship around your shoulders, you let yourself be swept away. 

-

“So you’re an Electro Energetic?” 

“Yup.” 

“Got any plans on what you’re going to be in the future?” 

“To shed my mortal body and transform into King Ghidorah.”

“...Can I be the left head?”

“I was hoping you’d ask that. We need the right head, though.” 

“I’ll give my friend a call; they’re a Freelancer studying at D.A.M.N too. Maybe you’ve seen them around?”

-

“Wait - you said your boyfriend is a Vampire?”

“He’s more of a dork than a Vampire, but yeah.”

“Cool, cool. Hey, my boyfriend is a Werewolf. Do you know what this means?” 

“...Twilight marathon?” 

“Twilight marathon! We have to do it. Let’s go, Lovely; you’re going to crash at my place for the best movie night of your life!” 

“I’ll grab some food and drinks from my place. Will be there in twenty minutes.” 

-

“This is the third time I’ve watched these movies and I think they just got worse over the years.” You complained, chugging down your fourth can of Red Bull. You don’t drink, so you wondered if this is how it feels like to slowly go drunk. Or high. 

You’re in your sleep wear - a simple black shorts and one of Vincent’s t-shirts. Exhausted, stomach bloated with snacks; you feel like shit. Your body is seconds away from saying fuck it and crash down. 

And yet you’ve never felt so alive before. 

The time on your phone says it's 3.23 AM; you and Angel slough through the first two movies and now finally, the end credits for Eclipse roll down on the TV screen. Angel lives with their boyfriend - who was on a business trip, coincidentally - in a very homely apartment. When you first entered, you could tell just what sort of couple they are. 

The place looks as if a small tornado tried to turn the apartment upside down but was fended off just barely - little knick knacks such as rainbow beaded bracelets were carelessly thrown on the kitchen counter behind a microwave, a crop top with printed bongo cats floating within a glittered galaxy is drape over a dining chair, three heart-shaped balloons knock against one another from the living room’s ceiling and for some reason, the USB stereo is on the floor playing Black Pink’s Pretty Savage. 

The other half of the apartment - the more organised side - are filled with neatly shelved books of all genres, an untouched bowl of fruits are on the coffee table and most of the expensive-looking dishes and silverwares are displayed behind a glass cabinet. Those were probably gifts from family and friends. 

You spend an entire day here, engaging in stupid but fun conversations with Angel, painted each others’ nails and even shop online for the sluttiest outfit that you two could find just for the hell of it before binge-watching the entire Twilight series. 

Unlike you, however, Angel is buzzing around like a hyperactive bunny on crackhead energy. Halfway through New Moon, she busted out stacks of colourful sticky notes, some thumbtacks and a huge yarn ball. You watch with utter fascination as they begin to furiously write down every little thing about the Vampires and Werewolves representations from the movies to your and their boyfriend. 

It’s 3.25 AM now. The entire living room wall looks like an abstract form of an art piece, made of common stationeries. 

Hair in a messy bun, a stick of strawberry pocky dangling from their lips like a lit cigarette, a black sharpie in one hand and dressed in black cat onesie, Angel tapped on the piece of red sticky note that wrote ‘culture appropriation or nah?’

“So what have we learned so far?” 

“Vampires don't sparkle.” You immediately piped up and this time, cracked open a can of black coffee. A brand name from Japan, but the bitter tang immediately zolt your already fried nerves to maximum level. You love it. “Period.” 

“Noted! Now, does this make Stephenie Meyer racist!?” 

You actually had to pause and consider that. “Will need to get you back on that one.” 

Angel hurried to scribble ‘remind Lovely for feedback’ inside the same note. “Very well. We shall move on to the Werewolves.” They start to list down the characteristics of the Werewolves portrayed in the movies and then compare them to their boyfriend; but the thing is, they didn’t realise that they verbally list down the quirks of their Shifter lover instead. 

You find it cute that Angel rambled on and on about someone named Davey, so you didn’t interrupt them. Hell, you’d be the same with Vincent. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you got sidetracked from comparing your lovers to spilling the tea about your relationships. 

“After we first slept together, I said to Davey, “Thanks for the sex, bro” complete with a peace sign and a wink. He got so mad that he refused to let me off the bed until I promised to stay.” Angel laughs fondly. They tear open a bag of Cheetos Puffs and throw one into your open mouth. The two of you celebrate with a high-five. 

“Vince freaked out when I told him he was my first.” You chewed, swallowed and washed the after taste of the junk food with even more coffee. Who needs sleep when you could reach divinity with cans of Red Bulls, Kirin Fire coffees and junk foods. “He was extra sweet to me the next day as if he was trying to make up for how rough he was. You could totally see how precious he is from Pluto.” 

“That’s so cute!” Angel cooed. “You’ve landed the golden D, dude. Congrats.” 

“Sounds like you’re the same. To us!” 

You clink your can of coffee with Angel’s bottle of Mountain Dew. 

Eventually, the night made way to the rising sun and the final scene of Breaking Dawn came to a close. The living room is a total mess - blankets and pillows are strewn all over the floor, empty bags of chips, cans and bottles are underneath the coffee table and you swore that one rolled underneath the couch and the wall is still a sad, modern version of cubism with strings. 

“So…” You tilt your head to stare at a wide-eyed Angel, still buzzing with energy. “Want to play Mario Kart? Loser has to let the winner dress them for the day.” 

“You’re on! I hope you like crop tops” 

-

Vincent couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. The airport is bustling with people rushing for their early morning flights despite dawn barely peeking from the horizon. Like most of the humans around them, Vincent and Will are waiting for their boarding gate to open. 

Speaking of Will, he had wandered off to inquire about their time of arrival to one of the help counters somewhere near the vending machines that they passed. 

These past three days felt like three years without Lovely at his side. Vincent was an idiot to think that a few simple phone calls were enough to chase the yearning of his undead heart for his lover. His sweet and strong, Lovely. 

How are they right now? Judging from the different time zones, Vincent reckoned that it’s nearly midnight where the city of Dahlia is right now. Is Lovely getting ready for bed? What did they have for dinner? How was their day? 

An amused chuckle startled Vincent from his musing. “Oh Vincent, did your phone somehow insult you? You’ve been glaring at it for at least five minutes since I’ve returned.” 

“G-Geez! Don’t sneak up on me like that, old man.” Vincent mumbled, he nearly dropped his phone from his Sire’s sudden and silent appearance. 

“Apologies. Perhaps you should give them a call?” Will suggested as he took a seat beside him. He offers a warm, knowing smile at Vincent’s confused expression. “You wore a lovelorn expression when you stared at your phone. Do us both a favour and call your Lovely, hmm?” 

“...I shouldn’t. They’re probably sleeping - ”

“Maybe. Or maybe not. For all you know, they might still be up, waiting for you to call them.” 

Vincent gave in. He desperately needed to hear Lovely's voice. Besides, their sleepy whines are so adorable and he misses them terribly. 

Will occupied himself with a John Grisham book while Vincent pressed familiar numbers and held his phone up to his ear. Lovely answered in less than a minute. 

“Hey, Lovely.” Vincent greets, feeling the uneasiness and longing untangled themselves from his chest. He can’t wait to return home and have them in his arms again. The next time he has to go on a business trip again, he’ll bring Lovely along. If Will has a problem with it, he could take Alexis. “Sorry for calling you again so late at night. I… I just need to hear your voice again. Anyway, are you on the bed - ”

“Oh my god, did you just throw your underwear at me!?” 

“Uh, Lovely?” 

Vincent immediately pull the phone away when his ear is assaulted by a cacophony of K-pop music blaring in the background, accompanied by an obnoxious laugh of glee and Lovely’s mutterings of “That slut is going to get it now”, “300% sugar in your boba tea? Dude, just do cocaine instead!” and “Oh, Dilf alert! He has a French accent too? A solid 8/10 from me, definitely.” 

Beside him, Will snorts. He happily ignores the glare Vincent threw at him and flips a page. 

But for a brief, crazy moment, Vincent was struck with fear at the thought of his lover harbouring a secret crush on his Sire. He still remembers how freely Lovely blush and giggle whenever Will was around.

“Lovely? Is everything alright?” Vincent tries again, straining to hear through the music and someone’s chattering. Who is with his Lovely past midnight? He starts to worry and feel… a little uncomfortable. 

“Vincent? What’s up, baby? You don’t usually call me so late.” Lovely reply, sounding a bit distracted. Suddenly, Vincent heard a crash, followed by a, “It’s not broken! It’s all good!” 

“Where are you? What’s going on? Are you at a party?” Vincent didn’t demand, he inquired as firmly as possible. Flashes of his Lovely dancing at a club or hanging out with some faceless man and woman keep popping in his mind. It stirs his bloodlust. 

Will idly pat his hand to calm Vincent down, eyes still glued to his book. 

“I’m at home; had a friend over for the night. The apartment is just… too quiet without you.” 

Lovely’s easy and genuine admittance settled something feral inside of Vincent. He guessed that his lover and their friend must be having a sleepover. 

“I’m sorry that I had to leave, Lovely.” Vincent murmurs. “Will and I are at the airport right now. We should be boarding in thirty minutes.” Here, he paused and continued in a quieter tone, “I’ve missed you so much, Lovely. I’ve left my heart with you and… well, it’s just not the same without you.”

“See!? Prime example of a golden D there, Lovely!” Someone - Vincent assumed is his lover’s friend - shriek in the background. 

Their sudden shriek didn’t surprise him. What did, however, was another, stranger’s voice joining in their conversation. 

From a couple of seats, right in front of Vincent. Right here in the airport. 

“Don’t shriek into the phone, Angel! Are you trying to make me go deaf in one ear!?” 

The man - no, Shifter, grumbled. Vincent could smell the scent of lush forest and dirt around him; a Werewolf, then. But his nature wasn’t the reason why Vincent’s jaw is hanging open. 

Will, who had given up the pretence of reading his book, couldn’t hold himself back from grinning widely. He already connected the dots, unlike Vincent. “Oh my, isn’t that Alpha Shaw? He must be on a business trip as well! What a small world.” 

Luckily Vincent was clutching his phone tightly or not he would’ve dropped it in shock. Alpha Shaw? No way… David Shaw!? The Alpha of the Werewolf’s pack in Dahlia!? What the fuck - 

“Turn down the volume, Angel, before the neighbours call the police!” Lovely shouted back. 

In front of him, Vincent and Will watch the impressive scowl on David Shaw’s - the Werewolf King of Dahlia, himself - face. “Uh, excuse me? The fuck? It’s way past midnight, Angel. Where are you; who are you with?” 

“Looks like your lover made a new friend.” Will said in mock-whisper. Even though both of them knew full well that the Shifter wouldn’t be able to hear them from where they are in his human form. “I have a feeling that the Shaw pack and the Solaire clan will be closely in touch in the coming days.” 

Vincent shakes his head; truly, his Lovely is something else. Without hesitation, the Vampire Prince got up to introduce himself to the annoyed Werewolf. He didn’t take it personally when the Shifter shot him a glare for interrupting his phone call. If looks could kill, well, let’s just say that Vincent is thankful that being a Vampire means that he’s not about to be a Werewolf’s chew toy anytime soon. 

“Hi. I’m Vincent Solaire - yes, you heard that right - and before you ask, I’m pretty sure our lovers are currently hanging out at my place right now.” 

That got the Alpha to do a wonderful imitation of a statue. He wouldn’t look out of place at the Louvre, Vincent thought.

David exhales loudly - as if he damn close to being done with everything that this world has to offer - before addressing his lover on the other side of the phone. “The things you got yourself into, you damn troublemaker.” No doubt that David probably isn’t too keen to know that his mate is friends with a Vampire’s lover, but Will has a knack for turning enemies to allies; he’ll let his Sire deal with the politics once they get back to Dahlia. 

“You love me!” Angel smugly replied. “Oh and guess what? We binge watched the entire Twilight movie series and we got some questions!” 

“And uh, just a heads up.” Lovely’s voice hesitantly chimes through Vincent’s phone. “We haven’t slept since you guys left. I mean, I slept the day you left Vince, but, uh...” 

Vincent winces and politely ignores David’s flow of cursing under his breath. 

They left home for only three days, surely their apartments are still standing and their lovers aren’t drunk, high or planning to commit anarchy!

...Right? 

[lanternfading]

12, 19, and 20 for the mun asks! 😃

12. Do you prefer writing main or minor canon characters?

It kind of varies, honestly! Would you believe that the majority of characters I've roleplayed as were mostly villains?

I first got my start writing as The Horned King - I forget when - the main antagonist of The Black Cauldron, an obscure Disney film back from 1985. Though when I came to Tumblr, I didn't really have much luck in getting much activity for him, so HoKi sort of... Flopped.

However, I did have better luck writing for King Candy, from Wreck-It Ralph!

... So that's an example of two major canon characters.

Sadly, the RP Community for Wreck-It Ralph sort of died down over time, so I started looking elsewhere to take my roleplaying adventures. The next fandom that I partook in was the Tolkien Fandom, and my choice for muses were Gothmog and Bolg!

... The thing with Gothmog and Bolg, I can't really say that they were minor characters? I mean, they might not have been the main antagonists, but they still played a pretty big part in their movies. I think Bolg is more prominent(I mean, he WAS present for two movies. AND he kicked ass). But of those two characters, I think peeps were more drawn to Gothmog.

Trivia Time! Did you know that both characters are played by the same actor? Or at least in the second movie in Bolg's case - he was played by a different actor in the third.

The two of them had an incredibly long run -- I kinda do want to say that, of all the characters I've written with, those two arguably had the longest run yet! Alas, I've fallen out of touch with a lot of the peeps I used to write with: Whether they lost muse, or real life interfered, I cannot say. So once more, I looked elsewhere.

As it just so happens, they made the announcement that there would be a Season 5 for Samurai Jack! Of all things! So I was hit with a humongous bout of nostalgia, rewatched the show, and got involved with that fandom!

Who did I take up roleplaying from there? In case you couldn't tell by my slew of icons...!

So, once again: Another major character...

The run I had for Aku wasn't exactly the longest. Hit a few bumps in the road, but I'd have to say that I've Aku-mulated many fond memories writing with the Shogun of Sorrow.

... Shortly after that, they made an announcement that they would be remaking a few games, and... Started developing muse for another character(ironically I had already made the blog for this aforementioned character because why not? But it was before I started Aku, and it didn't quite take off until the remakes of these games were released).

I'd rather not get into that as I've left that particular fandom on incredibly bitter terms... He was the main antagonist of the second game in a trilogy, and I'll leave it at that.

That's when I started getting involved in Dark Souls and Bloodborne... It's hard to describe it, but something about those games sort of... I don't know. Helped patch up a hole that built up in my heart? Though even now... I can't really say that it's something that's really healed.

I hadn't been roleplaying for a couple months. I had my eye set on this one character, but I was super conflicted on do I really want to put in the effort? Who's going to interact with this character when we never see him? And, as far as everyone else is concerned, he is quite literally a coughing window.

But I eventually caved. I made the blog. I had already started sending a whole bunch of headcanons for this character to a certain headcanon blog(you know who you are!).

So now here we are.

As you can see, considering my history of muses, Gilbert is quite different compared to what I've written in the past!

... Again, I'm not really sure if I should classify him as a major character or a minor character... As much as I hate to say it, I think he's more a minor character -- I mean, you could easily miss him if you're new to the game and don't have the foresight of going up to the window and initiating conversation.

I guess it depends on how you look at him! He might be a minor character in the perspective of a video game, but for us players, he's a major character in our hearts!

19. Who is an author that inspires you?

... J.R.R. Tolkien. :P

20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence?

It depends on the type of mood I'm in? Sometimes I prefer silence; sometimes I prefer having something to listen to to set me in the mood.

Hello NieR Soundtrack.

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Gloxinia

Summary: You’re a witch that helps The Avengers a couple of times. Bucky Barnes finds some sort of happiness and healing in you, and the flowers you surround yourself with. He’s a boy in lalalove. 

 Words: 5,808 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame never happened), witch!Reader, enhanced!Reader, she/her pronouns for Reader, other characters mentioned but not in scenes, recovering!Bucky, witchy vibes, evil werewolf clones, sassy Sam Wilson, LOTS of flower symbolism, Avengers compound, fluff Warnings: reference to having nightmares but nothing serious My masterlist.

Note: This was written for @the--sad--hatter and her Flowers For My Followers writing challenge. Kara, I love you, and I hope you love this. Also shout out to @vibraniumwitch for being my witchy inspiration always. Also, sorry for probably wrong geography stuff; I'm Australian and don't know shit about New York/Upstate New York loooool.

 Gloxinia

For any of The Avengers to be sceptical of witchcraft seemed, to be perfectly frank, really fucking stupid. Each of their lives had been wrapped up in magic and mystery, so to have them hold back smirks and send mocking glances across the table at each other was not exactly what you had expected.

To be fair, it wasn't all The Avengers making fun. At the head of the table, Steve Rogers watched with curiosity, although he was sure his expression read as neutral. Sam Wilson took the seat closest to you, asking the same question phrased multiple ways.

"So, a witch witch?" "Is it more Sabrina or Charmed?" "Really just making a potion, huh? Like a real life witch…"

He broke the tension, which would have been otherwise unbearable.

Tony Stark, Clint Wilson, and James 'Rhodey' Rhodes had been reduced to acting like teenagers at the mere suggestion of brewing a potion. You'd been hoping for a different audience. Specifically, Wanda Maximoff. She would have believed you. Alas, you had not been gifted your choice in company.

"Alright, Broom-hilda, show us what 'cha got," Tony said, growing impatient.

"Do we really have to drink that?" Clint added, peering into the bowl you'd been mixing things in. "Won't turn our skin purple? Grow an extra limb?"

Rolling your eyes, you held up a plant. "Magnolia, for perseverance. Or, add the petals to a salad for a bit of extra colour," you explained in your best infomercial voice.

Sam snorted, then began to poke around the rest of the ingredients. "What’re the orange ones for?"

"That's nasturtium. For conquest."

When you'd finished the mix, you let it cook over a small, portable heat pad. Modern witch, and all that. Hot off the stove, you poured the liquid into a collection of small, glass bottles.

"Let it cool, cork them, then drink it when you need it," you announced, matter-of-factly.

When Natasha Romanoff had exhausted all of her routes of gathering information, returning with only your name, everyone was close to admitting defeat. The battle was lost, surely, if a witch's potion was the only hope… But Steve wasn't in the business of giving up. He sent Sam to bring you to the compound.

Steve explained that they had located a source of power. Ancient, unstable, highly sought-after power. And even with all their superhuman strength and superhuman speed and superhuman everything, they couldn't get to it. Maybe, though, with what was best described as a performance-enhancing-witchy-substance, they had a fighting chance.

The room looked over the bottles.

"How do we know if it'll work?" Sam asked, picking one up and inspecting it.

"We don't," Tony answered. It was less an attack than a statement of unfortunate fact.

"You'll just have to trust me."

Sam nodded, and watched as you pulled a sprig of yarrow and put it into his bottle.

"Yarrow, for healing," you told him.

"Yeah, ah… Can I grab some of that too?" Rhodey asked. "Falc ain't the only brother without super healing."

 …

"No," 

"But-"

"No. I'm not gonna be a magical drug dealer to-" but Sam cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"Y/N, Y/N, you got it all wrong! I don't want that nasty nasturtium stuff. Nah, I'm thinking… truth serum?"

"Truth serum," you repeated deadpan.

"Yeah, nightshade," he says nodded and wriggling his eyebrows. He was doing his best 'good kid does extra credit' impression.

"You googling 'truth plant' isn't impressive," you said. That elicited a snort from Sam's companion.

Standing next to him, silent and appearing impatient, Bucky Barnes crossed his arms over his chest. But the snort had dragged him into the conversation.

"And what do you want?" you asked him.

"What?"

"Love spell. Vampire tracker. Or just an easy bottle of truth serum too?"

Bucky blinked at you, then slowly shook his head. "I've had enough serums to last me a lifetime… I'm just here 'cause Steve said you'd kick his ass before you gave him any…magic or whatever," he answered, motioning to Sam.

"So Rogers got all the trio's brains, huh?"

Sam and Bucky frowned in unison.

"Look, we normally just use Nat for this kind of thing. But our guy ain't talking, and we need the information," Sam tried again. "She's out of town, and Wanda's taking a break from getting in people's heads."

Being called in to brew superhero steroids as a once off was one thing… Having the Falcon and the Winter Soldier show up on your doorstep at 11:00 pm was another. However, the men looked desperate.

Sighing, you looked at them. "Fine. Come in. I might be able to help." 

You lead the men through your living room, overlooked by a small kitchen. Their faces told you a lot. "You were expecting a magic cave? Portal to a hut in the middle of a forest?"

"Yeah, kinda," Sam replied, casually shrugging.

"Do you live in a nest?" you asked him.

Bucky chuckled.

"Alright, I get it. The witch thing isn't always literal."

But that's when you pulled a dark purple velvet curtain back, revealing a room you referred to as your office.

"Woah," Bucky whispered to himself.

"Now, see, this is what I'm talking 'bout!" Sam exclaimed, looking around the room in awe.

The small, windowless room was framed by floor to ceiling bookshelves on three of the walls. Stuck between books were trinkets and oddities. Against the fourth wall was a table covered in dried herbs, potted plants, and other things neither Sam nor Bucky could identify.

"Sit," you instructed, pointing to the round table in the centre of the room. There were scorch marks and deep gashed in the wood grain. Bucky traced them with his right hand.

As they pulled out chairs and sat, Sam pointed, "Is that a microwave?"

"For heating potions… and hot pockets," you explained. "So, how much can you tell me?"

"Officially - nothing. Unofficially - your magic juice helped save the world a month ago, so, whatever you need to know," Sam answered.

"Okay. And, none of those C.I.A. psychotropic L.S.D. drugs are real? No secret truth serums invented by Bruce Banner?" you asked, more out of interest than need-to-know.

"If they do, they ain't telling us," Sam said. 

He explained that they had a man in custody. The man knew a date and a location, but he wasn’t cracking in interrogation and time was running out.

"Sounds very spy T.V. dramatic," you mused.

"But it's real life," Bucky said.

"Yeah," you replied, looking at him and his serious expression. "Okay, so what's meant to happen? On the date or whatever?"

"You'll sleep better not knowing that," from Bucky, his expression remaining the same.

You trusted him to gauge what you should and should not know. Nodding, you turned around and began to look for the things you needed. The men watched, leaning over the table when you put things on it.

"I don't do magic on other people. It's a line we don't cross. So, no truth serum. What I can do is try to pull the information you need from somewhere else. Bring it here," you told him.

When you joined them at the table you smiled at their matching faces; furrowed brows and darkened eyes.

"You're sure he knows what you need to know?" you asked. They nodded. "Do you have anything of his?" Sam frowned, shook his head.

Bucky thought for a second, then pulled a knife out of somewhere. "Haven't cleaned this yet. Might still have some of his blood on it,"

"Disturbing, but okay," you said, taking the knife and putting it in the wooden bowl in front of you.

The room went silent as you picked white chrysanthemum petals off a fresh stem and dropped them into the bowl. Begonias followed, then basil. Truth. Knowledge. Success.

"One of you has to be the vessel,"

"The vessel?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. The information needs to go to someone. It can't be me,"

"I'll do it," Bucky offered.

For a second you hesitated, wondering how white magic would work through someone with so much darkness in their past. But that was just it - it was the past.

"You need to wear this," you said, handing him a crown made of blackthorn plant. "It's like, a filter. Brings in good luck, and lets the universe know you're working for good."

Bucky looked at the thing in his hands, slowly putting it on his head.

"Suits you, man," Sam said, smirking. Bucky just shot him a look.

They fell silent again, watching you carefully place a few more things in the bowl before filling it with a liquid poured from a glass jar that looked like it once held pasta sauce. Everything sat swimming but still until you placed a hand either side of the bowl, then it started to simmer. It bubbled and popped and seemed to quickly reduce down, evaporating faster than it scientifically should have. Soon, all that was left was about shot glass worth of black, thick syrupy liquid.

"Where's my knife?" Bucky asked.

"Gone," you replied as you poured the potion into a cup. You handed it to Bucky and he looked at you apprehensively. "Drink it and focus on what you want to know… Think about the guy. And, think about what happens if you don't find out what he knows. Think about it so hard that it hurts."

Bucky nodded slowly but shot the liquid quickly. At first, he just sat there, almost like he was stunned.

"How long-" Sam went to ask, but you shushed him.

Suddenly, Bucky pushed back from the table, standing up and sending his chair flying. Sam followed, holding his arms out like he expected Bucky to fall.

"It's okay," you told Sam. "He's okay."

Bucky's eyes were shut tight, and he held his head, fingers curling around his blackthorn crown. He began to breathe heavily, mouth open.

"Is he gonna spew?!" Sam shrieked in a high-pitched voice.

Taking the empty wooden bowl with you, you stood and moved to Bucky. He went still and mimicked your exact movements of slowly lowering yourself to the ground and kneeling. Sam didn't understand how Bucky knew what to do; you'd not uttered a command.

You placed the bowl between you and Bucky. He leaned over it, and began to cough and pull something from his mouth. It was impossibly long, coming from somewhere deep inside him. He pulled and pulled, letting it slop into the bowl. When it was all out, he spat, then seemingly woke up, falling on his butt and backing away from the bowl.

"What the fuck," he said between heavy breaths.

Sam and Bucky watched you look through the muck and gunk in the bowl, no hesitation to your movement.

"What is that?" Sam asked, truly disgusted. 

You looked over to Bucky, who was looking at the thing intently. He scrambled back over and took it from you. "I know…" he started, looking up at Sam. "I know… everything.”

 …

 You had dropped cutlery three times, but when it was almost midnight and no company had come, you were getting restless. In your office, sat at the table, you shuffled a deck and laid out cards.

The Hanged Man. The Hermit. The Hierophant, reversed. The Lovers.

Then, 11.11 and a soft knock on the door.

Bucky Barnes looked sleep deprived but somehow hopeful.

"I thought I might see you tonight," you told him, opening the door and letting him through. "Were you right? About the date and place?"

"Yes," he said, coming to stand in your living room.

"Good. What do Earth's Mightiest Heroes need now then?"

Bucky looked around. "Do you have any pets?" he asked.

"No. Do you?"

"A cat. Alpine... Thought you'd have one… black cat or something." He wasn't teasing, like Sam had.

"Black cat? Thought you guys were the ones with a black cat?"

Bucky grinned. "Funny. You're funny,"

"Thanks… You're not here for them then,"

"No," he said, walking over to the window where plants were everywhere. "Do you use all of these? For your magic?"

"Most of them, yeah. Like, these ones…" You moved to stand next to him. "They give strength,"

"Snapdragons," Bucky identified.

"Yep. And… Vervain are protective in nature, especially from enchantment." You picked a sprig of the purple plant, threaded it through Bucky's hair, behind his ear.

"What about nightmares? What helps with those?" he asked earnestly.

The room was illuminated by candlelight. A soft orangy glow lit up half his fast, casting the other half into shadow. You turned to him and cupped his face in your hands.

"A tired soldier… Sing him to sleep… A tired soldier… The devil's to keep," you sung gently, running your thumbs along his cheeks. "Sit. I'll brew you tea,"

"Tea?" Bucky asked, a little hesitant to be out of your hands.

"Magic tea," you clarified, rolling your eyes.

Elderflower for compassion and sweet-brier petals for healing. A little poppy and chamomile, and other secrets kept in your family for generations. A dash of Indian jasmine to finish. It glimmered as you swirled it in the teacup.

Bucky was on the couch, sitting up too straight.

"Take your boots off. Lay down," you instructed. He went to protest, probably say you didn't need to put that much effort in. "Please," you said, stopping the protest. "Let me do this."

Bucky followed your commands and took the teacup when offered. He skulled it like a frat boy in a bar trying to impress his mates.

"Now close your eyes. Sleep," you said, taking the empty cup from him.

Kneeling next to the couch, you softly ran your fingers through Bucky's hair and waited until he fell asleep before you moved to your own bed.

He was gone when you woke up.

 …

 "What? No broomstick?" called the unmistakable voice of Sam Wilson.

Standing at the open boot of your car, you looked up and watched him approach, Bucky trailing behind, hands shoved in his pockets.

"You stalking me now?" you asked, clocking the bunch of flowers in Sam's hands.

"Nope. Just waiting for you. Weren't home and we wanted to drop off a thank you, for the helping last week," he said, holding out the bouquet to you.

"So, the information was good?" you asked, pretending Bucky hadn't already confirmed it to you. His late night visit to you a few nights before was obviously not something he'd shared with his friends.

"It was good. You do good work,"

"Thanks," you said dubiously, but taking the flowers.

"We picked those out especially. This one is a gerball-"

"Gerbera," Bucky correct.

"Means 'you are the sunshine of my life' and this one is an orchid, for beauty," Sam rattled off.

"What about this one?" you asked, pointing to the yellow agrimony.

"Buck picked that one. What's it mean?" Sam asked, looking over to Bucky. Bucky was leaning against your car casually. He shrugged, pretended to not know agrimony was the gratitude plant.

"They're beautiful. You didn't have to," you told them, putting the flowers in one of the boxes in the boot of your car.

"You need a hand?" Sam asked, not waiting for a response. He swooped in and collected one of the heavy boxes. Bucky followed, picking up the other.

"Ah… sure…"

You let them carry your things inside, put them on the kitchen bench.

"More witch stuff? Eye of newt? That kind of thing?" Sam asked.

"If microwave popcorn and frozen lasagna is witchy, then ya got me," you laughed. "You're gonna be disappointed if you keep thinking like that, Sam,"

"You say that but I've seen behind the curtain. You're definitely witchy enough,"

"Yeah, yeah… So what do you want? You didn't just come to give me flowers," you asked, launching yourself backwards and up to sit on the bench.

You glanced over at Bucky, who was back over at the window and the plants. Sam clocked you looking, but filed that away.

"We've got an offer for you,"

"When you say 'we,' who exactly do you mean?"

"Us! The Avengers! Superheros!" Sam said, chest puffed out.

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Nope,"

"You haven't even heard-"

"No. I'm happy doing what I do," you told him.

"I told you," Bucky chimed in, stopping at a gloxinia, something about its prettiness resonating with him. "What's this one mean?"

"Love at first sight," you said, biting your lip to hide a smile.

"Whatever you do doesn't come with the perks we have," Sam persisted.

"Also doesn't come with anonymity I kinda like,"

"Alright. I tried. Can't promise we won't be back for more help though. Like I said, you do good work... So, this lasagna. Fresh?"

…

 "Well, if it isn't Broom-hilda," Tony said, arms open.

"I hope you're not expecting a hug," you replied, holding your own arms around yourself. Bucky snorted from next to you.

"Brumhilda?! A name derived from Brunnhilde, no doubt. I have a friend named-"

"Yeah, now's not the time for Asgardian tales," Tony interrupted a seemingly very excited Thor.

"Her name's Y/N," Bucky said to Thor.

Thor looked back and forth between Tony and you. "He thinks it's funny," you explained.

"It is. And I am," Tony argued.

You sighed, sat down in one of the conference room's chairs and began to slowly spin on it. "So, what am I doing here?"

When Sam and Bucky knocked on your door before the sun had a chance to rise and shine that morning, you knew it was going to be hard to say no to them. They both looked upset, and Sam was even free from his usual quips. As soon as you saw their faces, you began to nod. "Let me get dressed. I'll come," you whispered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Bucky pulled up a seat next to you, the rest of the room taking the cue and finding their spots around the large table. You recognised everyone, having met most of them. Clint and Rhodey nodded politely in your direction.

"Y/N," Steve greeted, sitting next to Bucky. "Good to see you. Heard these punks have been harassing ya?"

"Nothing she can't handle," Sam cut in, sitting on your other side.

"Truly sorry for them," Steve said, grinning.

You shrugged, looking at Bucky. "They're alright."

Tony cleared his throat. "Whole team isn't here yet, but they're coming… We're going to need all the help we can get."

 ...

 "There's too many of them!” 

"At least they're not evil flying robots!"

"Hey! I said I was sorry!"

"Cap, we've got to try somethin' else. Bullets ain't doin' shit."

"Wanda? Can you-"

"On it."

"Do you need me to go big? 'Cause I'll go big."

"Yes! Mr. Stark, can he go big?!"

From your hidden vantage point higher up the mountain, you watched the battle play out in front of you. Through the earpiece you listened to The Avengers et. al. try to work out what to do. It was true - they were severely outnumbered. The situation was going from bad to worse.

"Jesus!" you yelped as someone almost body-slammed themselves next to you.

"Sorry. Checkin' you're still here,"

"Where else would I be?"

Bucky shrugged, reloaded.

"What are they, Buck? I know a lot about a lot, but I've never seen anything like them."

You took another look through the M22 field binoculars you'd been issued. The monsters didn't look entirely… natural. Maybe, like many creatures of the world, they were made in a lab. They were men pulled apart, stitched back together with pieces of dog and wolf. Their claws ripped through protective gear and flesh like it was nothing, and they could communicate by wordless sound. It was almost howling, but more guttural and less fluid.

"They all look the same," you said.

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, noticed that too. Exactly the same,"

"Exactly? Up close? Even the human parts?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. "Yep. Clones. What're you thinkin'?"

"Clones..? Um, I don't know… I just… If I can figure out what they are then I can figure out how to help."

Sam dropped down on the other side of you, his wings damaged. He ripped the pack off his back and began to try to repair them. "If I knew we were gonna be out here fightin' fucking werewolves I would've packed the silverware instead of the vibranium."

"Werewolves?" you asked, pulling a small silk pouch from your bag. "Here. Use this to stick them back together,"

"Stick it back together? Y/N. Can't just glue an EXO back together-"

"It's not glue, Sam. It's bumblebee orchid, oak leaf, protea, and a bunch of other things you don't wanna know about," you explained.

"You really questioning her magic? Use her glue,” Bucky ordered. 

Sam huffed but complied. And abracadabra, your witchy sticky goop held his wings together stronger than they were before.

Bucky and Sam stood up, reloaded and ready to rejoin the fight.

"Wait!" you called, suddenly having a thought. "What if they really are werewolves?"

"What?" Sam said.

"Weirder things have happened, right? Werewolves are real. So maybe…" Your voice trailed off as you tipped the entire contents of your bag onto the forest floor.

"Y/N, we don't have time-"

"Gimme a second. I know I have it here,"

"Have what?" Bucky asked, kneeling down and studying the contents of your bag too.

"Aconitum extract… in a bottle… Here!"

"Aconitum?" Sam asked confused and growing impatient.

"Monkshood. Um, wolfsbane. Bucky, are we too far up for you to get one?"

Bucky took your M22s and assessed. "No. Nah, I can get one,"

"Gimme a bullet."

Sam and Bucky watched you dip the bullet in aconitum while uttering any and every luck enchantment you could think of. Bucky loaded his M249 SAW, steadied himself and fired.

The monster went down.

All three of you held your breath and waited. Through the M22s you watched Steve approach the body, check it.

"It's… dead…" came through the comms.

 …

 It had been two weeks since the army of hybrid werewolf clones, so two weeks since you'd last seen Bucky. It had taken days to kill them all. You had to be flown out to find more aconitum extract. From the lab at the compound you were able to work with Bruce Banner to find better ways of delivering the wolfsbane to the clones. Once you had it, it was all over for those motherfuckers.

When everyone else arrived back at the compound, they were exhausted, covered in the thick ash generated by the massive fires it took to burn all the bodies. Bucky was so tired he could hardly keep his eyes open, but he mustered the energy to offer to drive you back home to New York City himself. You just sent him off to shower and bed, taking Tony's offer of a ride with one of his minions.

It had been two weeks, then a dream, a vivid and hazy dream. A white cat brought you orange blossoms, carrying a branch in his mouth. "Do you want me to plant this?" you asked the cat, and you knew he would say yes if it could speak. He watched you tend to the blossom, then he disappeared through an open window. You could feel the cool breeze against your skin, felt your hair move.

When you woke, it didn't surprise you to find Bucky sitting next to your bed, back to it and legs stretched out in front of him. The window was open, letting in an unseasonably warm morning zephyr.

"I just had a dream about you," you whispered, ruffling his hair.

Bucky looked up at you. He seemed sad. "Good dream or bad dream?"

"Good. Always good."

He nodded, trying for a small smile. "The fern… It meant I could come in, right?"

"Glad you got the message," you answered. Out on the sills of all your windows, you left ferns. They meant a lot of things - fascination, magic, enchantment, sincerity, and shelter - and you'd told Bucky they were his plant, back when he and Sam came to offer you a job with The Avengers. At the entry points to your home, they were an open invitation for him, a coded welcome mat.

"Didn't want to wake you," Bucky said.

"I'm awake now. What do you need?"

He thought for a moment. He needed a lot of things, many of which you could definitely provide. "Tea? Thought maybe you could mix some for me to take home. Maybe give to the others,"

"I can do one better than that. I can make everyone their own blend. It will be fun. Come on. I'll teach you how," you said, pulling the blankets away and getting out of bed.

Bucky stood, looking a little alarmed. "You don't have to-"

"I know, Buck. But I want to. Come on."

It took all day, but eventually you had packaged up individual tea blends for everyone. Bucky got a stash of his special sleepy tea, and he already looked more rested with it in his possession. You walked him to the door sometime just before 5:00 pm.

"Thank you," he said, quiet and reflective.

"Easy. You're always welcome here. Sam - not so much. But you - always," you told him, leaning against the frame of your front door.

"Might take you up on that,"

"Please do," you said nodding.

Bucky smiled, went to leave, but turned back like he was going to say something. You stood straight, patient. His brain was ticking, thinking something over. Deciding. Then, he moved. Quickly, he stepped back and pressed a fast but soft kiss to your lips. He was gone, literally nowhere to be seen, before you had time to say or do anything.

 …

 The Hudson River sparkled under the sunset. Bucky watched the colours reflect the scene, like one of Steve's paintings. He was lost in a daydream when Sam nudged him.

"Where you at, man?" he asked.

Bucky looked over at Sam and Steve, who were both eyeing him off suspiciously. They'd carried a couple of couches to the roof. Stolen Clint's beer and set up shop for the night. Pizza was on its way.

"What?" Bucky asked.

"You were thinking about her again, huh?" Steve guessed.

Bucky looked back at the river, ignored his friends. They laughed, returned to their conversation.

Later, when Sam had retired to his room, not able to superhuman heat himself, Steve moved over to lounge next to Bucky. He rested his head on Bucky's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"You really like her, don't you?"

"I think I love her," Bucky replied.

Steve laughed at the speed of the response. "I think you might too. All those girls before, and you never really loved any of them... Guess you stuck around to meet her,"

"Seems that way,"

"You gonna do anything about it?" Steve asked.

"Yeah… It's gotta be good though," Bucky said, only then realising the depth of his feelings.

"Wouldn't wait too long, pal."

 ….

 Bucky took you up on your invitation, coming and going from your place frequently. Sometimes, you'd find fresh croissants left on your kitchen bench. Sometimes, you'd find him asleep on your couch. 

How much he needed from you varied, but how much he was willing to give seemed infinite. You had to proactively stop him from becoming some sort of amazing housekeeper slash meal provider.

After about a month, he settled enough to be able to just exist around you. He'd help you pick the right leaves for the teas you made people. He'd disappear into your bedroom when you had clients over, reading their cards while Bucky listened in like it was a television series. It was easy being around him, and you were ready to be patient for a lot longer, but fuck were you itching for more.

The kissing was sweet, but very often brief. Bucky caught your lips in the moments between your magic and his profound awe. You did what you could to encourage him, but knew the ball was well and truly in his court. So, when he ushered you outside one sunny morning, you didn't really have much expectation.

"I thought you'd never ask," you said, face lighting up when you saw Bucky's bike out the front of your place. New York City was buzzing around you, but as soon as you watched him get on and hand you a helmet, you'd never craved the open road more.

All the other times you'd been to The Avengers compound, you'd traveled by air. It was quick. The ride took longer but it was so much better. Having your arms wrapped around Bucky, the feeling of the bike rumbling under you, it was something new, which was all sorts of remarkable. Being magic sapped a lot of the wonder from the world, ironically. Bucky was bringing it back.

At the compound, Bucky took your hand and lead you around the side, not going in. "I've, ah, got something for you," he said.

"You sound nervous,"

"Yeah. If you could just cast up a little spell to get rid of that, it would be great," he said deadpan.

You laughed while looking around for clues to Bucky's surprise for you.

Rounding a corner, it came into view. A garden. A proper garden, complete with white picket fencing surrounding it. It was like something out of Practical Magic, and all your childhood dreams.

"What is this?"

"It's for you. A place you can grow whatever you need. Or want," Bucky said.

In a state of genuine shock, you let go of Bucky's hand and covered your mouth with yours. You had never seen anything more spectacular.

At the single entrance to the garden was an arch. Ivy and honeysuckle covered it completely, like they'd had a lot of time to grow. You pulled a flower from the arch, reaching up to find a full bloom. "Honeysuckle petals are edible," you said, reaching out to Bucky. He let you feed him the flower. "Sweet, like the perfume. They symbolism devotion, or being 'united in love.' Kinda like the ivy on it. Ivy symbolises attraction."

Bucky smiled wide, his eyes sparkling as he watched you walk further in. "We tried to make sections, you know, for the different plants. Like, this part here has sandy soil for the desert plants," he explained.

"We?"

"Got a lot of help from the others,"

"I'll have to thank them," you said.

There were veggie patches and small fruit trees. Almost half the garden was designated to all the types of plants Bucky had seen you use in potions and teas. Dog rose, blackthorn, rosemary, euphorbia, snowdrop flowers, bells of Ireland, and welcoming wisteria. The raised beds were overflowing with plants, just about ready to bloom in an explosion of colour.

"This… This is incredible,"

"Figured your apartment doesn't really have the space. And you're welcome here anytime,"

"I’ll wanna be here all the time." The garden was what your magical ancestors could have only dreamed of. "I don’t even know what to look at first,"

"Well, maybe that," Bucky said, pointing to a birdbath, where butterflies were hovering over the water. The best part though, was a small sign sticking out the ground next to it that read For Sam.

You laughed. "Oh my god,"

"He was so grumpy about it,"

"Shouldn't have named himself after a bird then," you reasoned.

Bucky nodded, grinning. "And we put that bench opposite so you could sit and watch them."

Your eyes were beginning to tear up, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of love and effort surrounding you. "Buck… I just can't…"

"Oh! And, one more thing. This was Wanda's idea. Come on."

Bucky took your hand and lead you through the garden to the back to where a weeping mulberry tree stood in the corner. He pushed through the soft branches, revealing the manicured underside. A green, little cave under the canopy held secret another wooden bench. Bucky sat down, otherwise he'd have to bend. It was the perfect height for you though, but you sat next to him anyway.

From under the mulberry tree you could see the rest of the garden. All the plants swayed in the warm breeze, and the flowers popped bright and happy.

"How long have you been working on this? Some of those are grown well in,"

"You don't need to know any of that. Takes away the magic, don't it?"

"You mean, a magician doesn't reveal his secrets and all that?" you asked.

Bucky shrugged and nodded, leaning back into the bench a little more and putting an arm around you. Snuggling into his side, you breathed out and just soaked it all in. Your mind was caught between racing with ideas of all the things you could do with the garden and plants, and totally turning to blissful mush.

"I know ya never wanted to work with us, but I'm glad Nat found you. Glad I met you," Bucky said, his voice back to being a little bit shaky, nervous. "You've made my life better, you know? Not just with the, the nightmares, but just… everything. You make everything better…"

You knew he wasn't finished, so you stayed quiet while he gathered his thoughts. In the meantime, you threaded your fingers through his, rubbed your thumb along the back of his hand.

"I used to be so good at this," he said, huffing a little.

It made you giggle. "Used to be good at what?" you asked knowingly, sitting up and looking at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Y/N! I'm tryna' tell you I'm sweet on you and you're gonna give me shit,"

"Yeah, I am. I'm also gonna give you shit about the phrase 'sweet on you' too," you replied, laughing.

Bucky smiled, watching you laugh, just happy you were happy. When you stopped, he sat up and used both hands to fold the hair behind your ears. Holding your face in his hands, he tried to not grin like an idiot. He couldn’t hide the smirk.

"I love you. I'm in love with you," he said, voice finally dead certain.

"Yeah, the garden was a bit of a giveaway," you replied, quickly adding, "And that's good. 'Cause I'm in love with you too. Very completely."

Bucky made the kind of expression you'd pull at a basket of mewing kittens, or a puppy tumbling across fresh cut lawn. It was very, very kissable. So, you did want any self-respecting witch would do. You kissed Bucky Barnes like your life depended on it in the secret mulberry tree cave he had made just for you.

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Whirlwind Part III - Sirocco

DAY 3

As Aella sits in the campus refectory, her mind is still reeling from her fight with Harry the day before. She fins herself pushing peas around her plate as though the therapeutic movement could help her instill some order among her thoughts. Or just quiet them altogether. Someone like you. The cringeworthy words have been playing on an unfaltering loop since their author lashed them out to her face without a care. Someone like you. She desperately wants to tune it out, but it's like the record is trapped under the broken turntable needle and launched in endless revolution. Someone like y-

A pea is about to fall over her plate from the pushing, when she's greeted by a rowdy Dazzler and a quiet Tigger. The two form quite the complementary duo she notes, their polar dispositions counterbalancing each other in the most endearing way.

"Hiya, dear Aella. I believe it's story time for you!" Daz exclaims after jumping on the seat across from her, a large smile lighting up his face. Aella wonders for a second if it's not stapled to his skin instead; she's never seen Dazzler sport any other expression than pure elation. His singular request stops her musings in confusion, however.

"Story time?" She inquires with a perplexed frown.

"Love, you have no idea how badly my ears want to be graced with the very details of how you whipped Rex's sodding arse." His enthusiasm for such a mundane thing truly amazes her. And admittedly, she quite envies him and his talent for finding happiness in the smallest things.

"Ah yes, the highlight of my week," is all she acknowledges.

"Mine too, had I been there to witness it. That's why I need the next best thing: an exhaustive report of the whole scene." Dazzler explains, tailgating his answer with a suggestive double-nudge of his eyebrows.

"Well, it's nothing much really." She says looking down at her plate. But once she brings her eyes back to her two companions, she realizes they won't waver until she parts with the story. "Let's just say my uncle taught me a thing or two about pressure points, and that knowledge came in handy a couple nights ago." Aella refrains from giving out the full transcript of what really transpired despite Dazzler's request. She doesn't like bragging about such things. Even if Rex's mortified expression did bring her considerable satisfaction, she still hates the fact that she had to get physical with her peer for her to be respected. Besides, she has an inkling Dazzler's imagination is perfectly operational to fill in the blanks.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm gonna dream about this tonight!" True to his words, there's a childlike wondrous gleam in Dazzler's eyes, making his aversion for Rex almost tangible. And Aella can't help but rejoice in knowing she's not alone in her rancor against the jackass. "So you got him good?"

"Sent him to his knees." Her voice is still leveled, though her own delight at the memory is betrayed at the corner of her lips.

"Oh Aella, you are my new favorite person!" Dazzler's jubilation earns him a smile but the sentiment is quickly washed off her face and replaced by a heavy sigh.

"Yeah well, I wish your mate Harry shared the feeling." Aella says dejectedly, the peas once again holding more interest to her battered brain.

"Ah...so it's not all rainbows and unicorns between you two then?"

The question makes her scoff in exasperation."Try like...tornados and trolls. I mean, does the guy even know how to smile?" Aella doesn't want to get worked up about it, but the fact that she has likely 5 more weeks to spend as Harry's partner is quite a hard pill to swallow if he proves to be the prick she thinks he is.

"Hey now come on, he's been trough a lot recently. He's actually a pretty sound guy." The remark sobers Aella's anger for a moment as she remembers the very reason behind her presence at Top Gun. She knows how loss can shatter parts of the soul that makes us who we are, leaving only but time to glue back the pieces. To some extent she understands the void that Harry must be aching to fill, but her compassion for his pain is short lived. Grieve doesn't give anyone the right to act like a senseless prick. Aella can deal with his sullen attitude but in no way she'll ever put up with blatant disrespect for her mere identity.

"Well, sorry if I don't take your word for it, but all I've seen from him is the same cold and sexist shit I've dealt with since I enlisted." She says, moving on from absentmindedly poking the peas to forcefully stabbing them into a green mess.

"Hang on, Harry may have a stick up his arse from time to time, but sexist? That doesn't sound like him." Dazzler is quick to defend his friend. Of course, she interiorly sighs though she has to admit his disbelief over Harry's allegedly misogynistic behavior seems rather earnest.

"Well, you didn't hear him yesterday. Or seen the look in his eyes."

"Aella, I really thi-"

"Just forget it, okay. I'm use to it and I'll deal with it like I always have." While Dazzler seems to be adamant about his friend's righteousness, Aella doesn't want to here much of it. She just wants to move on, like she'd planned all along. The two men across from her exchange a quick look at her rebuttal and it hits them then, how different it is for Aella to be a navy pilot compared to their own journey. "Besides, I didn't come here to complain. I came to be a better pilot" she asserts in response to their sympathetic glance. It resembled pity too much for her to lay in it.

"Right." Is all Dazzler can muster as opposed to his partner who finally decides to speak up.

"I'm sorry you have to go through that Aella." In truth, she's never really cared for those apologies much since they most never come from the people who actually have apologizing to do. Nonetheless she can't deny how heartwarming it is to hear the sweetness and sincerity of both young men sharing their lunch with her. They can't do much about her situation but at least she now feels supported.

"Thank you Tigger." She replies in genuine gratitude, her smile shyly returning. "At least I have you both on my side."

"You've got Harry too, Aella. You don't know it yet, and he may not either, but he's on your side too." His gaze is heavy on her, the statement coming out in a solemn tone as if it was murmured by a prophesier.

"Don't hold your breath Daz."

DAY 6

"Ready?"

Although she knows they were bound to communicate at some point, Aella is startled when the sound of Harry's filtered voice echoes through her headset. After checking that her straps are tightly locked, she mutters a faint 'yeah' in response and wills her brain to stop overthinking the upcoming mission. It is to no avail though. The oxygen inflating her lungs is saturated with awkwardness and reticence, making her second-guess every choice she's made in the past few months. They can still make it, right? This tension didn't stop them from succeeding the last time after all... Alas, her mind won't let be duped by her feeble encouragements and for the first time in her life, Aella is dreading flying. She doesn't have the time to dwell on it however, as the roar of the F-14's afterburners fills the cockpit and before she knows it, the sky is welcoming them back.

"Alright, let's kick the tires and light the fires." Harry murmurs as the runway keeps dwindling away from their vision, and Aella remembers him whispering the same line before their first venture. She makes no comment though, many pilots come up with little habits and small routines of their own to help them reach the headspace suited for flying. Some disregard it as superstitious gibberish, but in Aella's opinion it can save precious seconds in dire moments. And in the Navy worlds, every second counts.

As Commander Berks laid it out moments ago, this assignment slightly differs from the last one. The level of difficulty is tuned up a bit by the accrued competition: this time all 8 units are flying simultaneously as they battle for a single target towed by Berks himself. The task in meant to improve both aim and awareness as they are still being chased by the other instructors throughout the task. All in all though, it is the same 'target without getting targeted' acrobatics they are all familiar with.

"I've got my eyes on the target, can you read the positions please?" Harry suddenly inquires. The mission has run smoothly so far with few interactions between the two. It seems that's about to change however, as they get in the thick of it.

"Target at reach in 3 miles abeam, 5° on your left, lower, flying South." Aella starts reading her radar at her copilot's request. "Bogey one mile ahead at your ten. I think it's Rex, tailing target at 900 knots closure."

"Shit." Harry curses. Though Aella remains quiet, none of them are thrilled to realize Rex and his radar intercept officer Kurt (or the Zodiac as per his callsign) are ahead of the game.

"You've also got contact 2 miles behind, flying your speed." Aella adds in a poised manner. "Hold on, there's two of them."

"Are they closing in on us?"

"No. Looks like someone's got Rogers on their ass."

Harry briefly smiles. "Good." Whoever might that be, it means one less competitor trying for the target and one less instructor on their case for the time being. That's a win-win in his book.

"Careful though. He might turn on us next." She warns in anticipation.

"Not if I win this mission first." Harry retorts in confidence. His partner wishes she had the same optimism but there is an odd feeling festering in the pit of her stomach.

For a hot minute, there is but the consistent whirring of the engine disturbing the otherwise eery silence permeating the air. Harry seems to be slowly yet surely catching up on Rex and more importantly Berks, when the latter suddenly swerves upwards in unexpected fashion.

"Berks' barrel-rolling." Aella immediately calls the change in movement, the peaceful flow they were reveling in, already coming to an end. "New angle, 2 o'clock high." Harry slightly reduces his speed as Berks executes a vertical U-turn, effectively putting him out of Rex's range and at a higher altitude.

"I see that. I need to get ahead of Rex, can you call the speeds please?" He's trying to determine his best course of action in order to recover his advance on Berks before his opponent does.

"Target going 700 knots, Rex 630 and we're flying 650." Aella answers quickly although she has a plan forming in her brain as always. She's not as forceful as she was during their first operation, already apprehensive of her partner's reaction. "Listen Harry, if you do a J-turn you'll overshoot past Rex right on Berks' tail."

Admittedly her plan is once again on the daring side of the spectrum, so part of her knows Harry won't gleefully jump on board at the mere suggestion. And sure enough he proves her right as soon as the last word is out of her lips.

"Do a Herbst maneuver?! Are you batshit crazy?! That's not even in the program."

She refrains from rolling eyes since they ought to be scanning the data on her flight system at all times. "Fuck the program, you don't end up at Top Gun playing by the book. We can win this mission now, just trust me." She almost cringes at the last words, knowing they were uttered more for the form than their meaning. God knows they are lightyears from trusting each other.

"Jesus, this isn't free-style flying Aella for fuck's sake, this is air-combat." Harry doesn't care that he's letting all his frustration out. Knows he shouldn't be having 'land-talk' whilst they're up in the air on a mission (there will be plenty of time to tell her off once they've landed) but his mind is completely overladen.

"That's right, and you're fighting like a 6 year-old girl. Stop pulling hair and grow up!" Whoever said 'don't fight fire with fire' was obviously never launched at supersonic speed in 25 tons of steel with a person they despise a great deal. Reason seems to have been forgotten on the tarmac by both acolytes as they keep arguing ten-thousand feet above grounds.

"You're delusional, have you even ever done one?!"

"I'll guide you through it, trust m-"

"No! No fucking way, it's too dangerous." His tone is adamant, once again leaving Aella no room for discussion. She hates that he has the final word when it comes to flying, but alas he's the one in control of the aircraft.

"Urgh!" She cries out in irritation before mumbling under her breath "fucking coward."

Harry tries to ignore the silent dig taken at his expense as he focuses back on the problem at hand. His jaw is clenching so hard underneath the helmet, he can almost hear the sound of his teeth grinding. He is in the middle of regulating his breathing when Aella speaks up again bringing his heartbeat back into tizzy.

"Great, now we got Rogers on our case. Congrats."

"Fuck." He doesn't even register her passive-aggressive jab, more so preoccupied with the new threat charging after them.

She'd been right. She knew Rogers would be coming for them next if they didn't change tactics. Now all she can do is calling positions and silently cursing the stars for putting her on Harry's path. "800 knots closure, he's coming at your six."

"I'm well aware Aella, thanks." His voice overpowering the loud beeping noise echoing through the cockpit. They're about to be figuratively shot but not so figuratively eliminated from the competition, as Rogers is one second away from locking in on them and firing.

"He's not budging, you need to bug the fuck out." She discloses her input even though she feels like no matter what she suggests, he's gonna opt the other way.

"Like hell! The target's not bugging out." Harry quips back, once again confirming her assumption.

"You won't get the goddamn target if you're down." In a different world - and let's face it, in a different life - she might applaud his resilience, but in this universe she loathes his stubbornness, especially since she's the one enduring its wrath.

"Fucking hell, just call the bloody positions. I can't let Rex win this mission." Or any other for that matter, is what he thinks. A sentiment that, any other day, Aella would reciprocate but she's given up for the day. If he doesn't want her opinion, fine. Let him get shot, that'll teach him.

"I told you, he's in the fucking saddle, at your six. Closing on 800 knots. 850. 900."

She knows it before she hear it then: another ear-splitting beeping erupts within the cabin, dramatically informing Harry of their defeat. Rogers took the shot, it was over.

"Dammit!"

As soon as Aella steps back on solid grounds, she's overcome with a lingering sense of déjà-vu. The horizon incessantly spiraling in her vision surely doesn't help quell the dreadful sensation, though she doesn't dwell much on her lack of visual focus. No, her mind is completely consumed by the urge to rip Harry a new one. And she doesn't usually indulge in those urges. Seldom lets her resentment out in the open, for fear of appearing too "emotional" for some people's taste; and because quite frankly, she has better things to do. But this is killing her from the inside. Cutting right into the flesh of her dreams and strangling the part of herself that only bows to freedom. This is the other half of her unit dismissing her talent on the basis of her gender. And that she can't take in, much less bottle up and store away in a sealed chest at the bottom of her mind.

"For fuck sake Harry, you're supposed to be my partner!" Aella cries out to him.

He doesn't want to make a scene any more than she does, but likewise has tremendous difficulty keeping his rage all in. As Aella chases after him, he keeps stomping away from their shared TomCat. He doesn't think he's capable of facing her without loosing his shit. "That's a two way street Aella, and I don't reckon flying us both to the grave is part of 'the partner's' job description." The air quotes he uses at the mention of the word partner does nothing to assuage Aella's already blazing fury. She thinks he couldn't be more obnoxious in that moment if he tried.

"That's because you don't listen to me!"

"Damn right I don't!" He shouts back while spinning around to finally face her. "And you can thank me for still being alive because of it." Aella feels like she might implode like a pressure cooker forgotten on the fire. The audacity...the insolence... Each word he breathes out is wracking one by one every single nerve ending of hers. He's so full of himself, she wonders how she could fit in the cockpit without his human-size ego crushing her. She might have joked about having to find a 3-seats Tomcat for their next mission to fit them all, if the situation weren't so seriously heart-rending for her.

"You. Are. Such an asshole! Why am I even here? Huh! Why am I even sitting in that fucking aircraft with you?" She's about a wit away from yielding to the pressure boiling in her chest; still Harry is relentless in his comebacks too.

"Funny, I was wondering the same thing." He knows he's being harsh but his mind won't give in. Won't let him cut out a fragment of trust to share with her rule-breaking mentality. Not after what happened with Fox.

"You're despicable. I can't believe I actually hoped you'd be a decent guy. But god no! Mr Styles is too precious to be paired with a woman, so why should he give her the time of day? And why did he have to be partnered with a lady in the first place, yeah? All they can do is sit pretty or unleash their crazy, imma right?" She realizes how close she's gotten to him during her diatribe and has half the mind to push at his chest but somehow she doubts it would make him budge much. Once again she finds herself inches away from his stiff stature, as she fervently tells him off. "Dammit, you're just like the others, it makes me sick."

That's the final stroke for Harry. She can deem him as stuck-up as she pleases but he won't have her repeatedly question his integrity. "I don't fucking care that you're a woman, alright! Christ, you care about it more than I do!" Admittedly, he's had a couple sneak-peaks at her mistreatment and while he sure does feel for her struggle, sometimes she's too in her head about it to see good from bad. And he's tired of being at the wrong end of it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She questions half-offended and half confused, as she can't fathom any sense to the statement.

"It means, I know some guys don't treat you right because you're a woman; but I never did, and I'm sick of you accusing me of it anyway." His eyes are sharp when they connect with hers, compelling and brutally honest, yet they send a chill down to her toes. "But you know what? The world is unfair. Tough love, darling. You have to prove yourself more than us but think for a minute who's against you and who's on your side, because it seems to me that you waste a lot of energy fighting the wrong persons." He's the one who delivered the words, yet Aella is the one out of breath. For a hard second, all she does is frown as a dizzying silence takes over the heated exchange. Their staring hasn't relented, in fact Harry's eyes are agitatedly seeking question-less answers in hers in a mirrored frown.

When Aella finally speaks up, her voice is hardly louder than a whisper and that's how she knows she has Harry's full attention. "You don't know the first thing about being a woman." She notices him gulping as if preparing for the sobering speech he knows is coming, so she indulges. "You don't know what it is to live in a men's world and not be man. You don't know how it feels to be stationed at the same base for months and still be treated like a stranger. You don't know how it feels to work twice as hard if not more, to get one iota of the same recognition men do. You don't know what it is to be picked last by your superior for any given promotion even though you know you've got the best stats of the whole squadron." Though she's kept a reasonable volume, she pauses to regain her countenance over the ever-growing pain in her voice. "And you sure as hell don't know what it is to be your only ally."

Her harpooned gaze never unhooked from its two emerald preys, and for once Aella feels like he's listening. So on she goes. "Today, up there, I had more balls than you did. Tough love, you said? Well same goes for you, Harry. Because no matter what, you're stuck with me. I'm your copilot and you may hate it but you can't do anything about it. So, please do yourself a favor and grow a pair when you need to, because I sure can't "prove myself" if I'm flying with a coward."

Aella is quite satisfied with her tirade, almost certain she's had the last word once again but one look at Harry's face is enough to make her doubt that. Though he's been towering over her smaller frame for a bit, he looks downright threatening now with flaring nostrils and figurative smoke steaming out of his ears.

"You don't know what you're talking about either. You fly as recklessly as your arrogance will let you. That's dangerous, thoughtless and most of all, selfish." She's starting to recoil, having taken one step backward, but Harry barely registers her uneasiness. She's the one gulping the wounding words now. "I should be ashamed of flying with you and your crazy decisions." Ouch "Oh and one more thing. Don't you dare call me a coward ever again, understood?"

She doesn't give him the satisfaction of a nod but his spiteful prose successfully rendered her speechless. And Aella is not one to relinquish her self-assurance or fold under any man's intimidating number. But somehow this feels different. Harry is not a halfwit who can't handle women's ascent into the Navy world. No, Harry just plainly hates her guts, regardless of her sex. And that hurts more than she'd ever expect to. So much so, she can't bear to look at his chiseled features anymore and recoils a step further away from his hurtful disposition.

It's only then, Harry finally picks up on her shrinking form and bruised spirit. He didn't want to go this far. Didn't intend on carving her confidence right out of her chest, but now that he sees the anguish embedded in her delicate traits, he fears he might get sick on the spot. He's had the most strenuous past few months, staggering from loss and numbness to longing and grief, but this had to top all pains: he didn't know who he was anymore. When had he turned into such a inconsiderate prick? Self-loathing took over his sense, the feeling unwelcome yet familiar, and all Harry could do was turn around and run away from the crime scene.

And run away from Aella.

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can you please do a ficlet of austin and Mitchell doing it?

Your wish is my command!

Austin was having a great night. The Hermes cabin had gone all out with the drinks. His siblings were kicking ass at beer pong as they should. There was general revelry everywhere he looked. It was a little tamer than it had been the year before but considering they weren’t facing imminent death, he guessed that made sense. Will was doing the doting boyfriend thing, which could have been annoying, but Nico was just being shameless and watching that was freaking amazing.

It was shaping up to be a pretty fun night right up until he saw his ex-girlfriend, Miranda, hanging on her new boyfriend. It wasn’t like Austin hadn’t broken up with anyone before. He couldn’t even say that about camp. He and Miranda had only dated for a few months, so it wasn’t like Austin had been particularly attached to Miranda. She was hot, so Austin knew that she would start dating someone else, but they had just broken up like a week previously. Seeing her hanging on some overly muscled child of Ares was just a mood killer.

He wasn’t sulking or anything, but he wasn’t really in the partying mood, and even if he was, he wasn’t going to hang around to watch his ex-girl hang on some Ares dude. So he was just heading back toward the cabins to get another drink (Yes, he had a mostly full one in his hand but he needed another), and maybe go back to his cabin to sulk for a little while, but probably just to get a drink.

Austin wasn’t too distracted by his own thoughts or anything, he was just focused on where he was going and maybe a little drunk, so he didn’t realize someone was following him until he felt an insistent tap on his shoulder. He didn’t stop walking but he did slow down enough to look over to see who was now walking at his side and, boy, was he glad he did.

Walking next to him was Austin’s absolutely favorite child of Aphrodite, not that Austin had interacted with him much, he was just that good looking. Mitchell Bellomi was walking with him with his perfectly styled hair, creamy skin, and captivating eyes, and he had a bit of a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You aren’t still hung up on Miranda, are you?” Mitchell asked with a look that Austin couldn’t quite figure out. Was he genuinely curious? Was he having a bit of fun at Austin’s expense? It was impossible to tell.

The question was also completely ridiculous, or at least that was what Austin told himself. He was known around camp as a bit of a playboy after all, so why would he ever be hung up on anyone. He was on to bigger, better, and hotter things.

Mitchell certainly would be hotter things, and that wasn’t the first time Austin had thought it. He couldn’t say he hadn’t tried in the past either or at least made his interest known. Unfortunately, Mitchell was suffering from a rather unfortunate condition: straightness.

“Um,” Austin hummed, “What?”

Mitchell smirked. “If I’m being honest, I never really got you two as a couple,” he stated like he had given it some real thought.

“Why’s that?” Austin questioned. He stopped in his tracks and turned so he could really face the hot son of the love goddess.

“Don’t know, just Aphrodite kid instinct, I guess,” Mitchell admitted with a shrug as he stopped, standing in front of Austin. He looked back the way they had come thoughtfully, and Austin couldn’t help but notice how amazing the guy looked in the moonlight.

Mitchell was just good looking, so he was going to look good no matter what the light, but the moonlight really accented all his best features. Austin was sure that was an Aphrodite kid thing, and it was completely unfair to everyone else. When Mitchell turned back, Austin was careful to make sure his thoughts weren’t showing on his face. Playing it cool was an important part of his image.

Mitchell turned back to him with a playful smirk, “At least you’re winning the breakup.”

Hot the guy might have been, but he was also being seriously confusing. Austin was pretty sure he was in the middle of the conversation while he was missing important information. “How’s that exactly?” he asked.

“Well,” Mitchell grinned which just added to Austin’s feeling that he was missing something important, “She definitely downgraded dating wise.”

“What?” Austin questioned with a grin of his own. He might have been a little slow on the uptake, but he was starting to check up. Mitchell had told him before that he was absolutely 100% straight, so he knew the guy wasn’t flirting with him seriously, but he was definitely being flirty. That was something Austin did well and flirting with a hot guy even if he knew it wasn’t going anywhere was still a nice way to soothe his ego a bit. He gave Mitchell his best lingering yet playful look before asking, “You don’t approve of Ares’ beefcakes?”

“I guess not,” Mitchell shrugged with a whole air of innocence that Austin wasn’t believing for one second. Austin knew he had a bit of a reputation around camp, but Mitchell’s reputation wasn’t much better. Even if Austin didn’t buy the act, he had to admit that Mitchell did the whole innocent act pretty well. “So, I suppose you’re on to greener pastures? Maybe finding an Ares beefcake of your own?”

“No,” Austin replied with a shake of his head, so it was perfectly clear that wasn’t happening, “Not my type.” Austin had no problem with beefier guys. Actually, sometimes they could be hot as hell, but usually, they wanted a twinky little bottom, and that was not Austin’s thing by about a mile.

“Oh, so are you off the market then?” Mitchell questioned playfully, “Sworn off dating entirely?”

“No,” Austin laughed. It would take someone a hell of a lot more impressive than Miranda to have him considering celibacy. He wasn’t crazy.

He arched an inquisitive eyebrow at Mitchell and made no attempt to hide how he looked him over. Mitchell might have been straight, but that didn’t mean Austin couldn’t look. Mitchell was something to look at too, even if his hair looked slightly messier than it normally did, and his cheeks looked a little flush. That wasn’t a bad look for him at all.

“Why? Are you interested?” Austin asked playfully. Mitchell laughed musically and Austin made a show of sighing and rolling his eyes. “Right, I forgot your straight,” he declared.

He was playing although it really was a shame. Not only was Mitchell hot, but he and Austin got along pretty well. Austin was sure that if Mitchell did play for his team, they could have a lot of fun together. Alas, that just hadn’t been in the cards, and what a shame that was. He gave Mitchell one of his signature pouts before adding dramatically, “Seems like the story of my life right now. All the appealing people are either taken or not playing for my team.”

He expected Mitchell to give another musical little laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he tilted his head to one side and stared at him curiously. “So, it’s just lesbians and straight guys as far as the eye can see?” he asked. His tone was still playful, but there was something else in there too and whatever it was, was far more interesting.

Austin wasn’t sure where this was going but he couldn’t say he wasn’t curious. He was pretty sure he too tilted his head to one side to mirror Mitchell without actually thinking about it as he answered, “Pretty much.”

Mitchell hummed and nodded his head thoughtfully for a few seconds before doing the most inexplicable thing Austin had ever experienced. He reached out and just took the cup from Austin’s hand and looked down at its contents. After giving it a moment’s thought, he brought the cup to his lips and tilted it back, taking along a sip from it while maintaining eye contact with Austin. When he brought the cup down and held it out for Austin to take it as he asked seriously, “You sure about that?”

Did he just suggest what he seemed to be suggesting, and did he just look me over like I’m a snack? Austin wondered.

If Mitchell had, Austin was okay with that, but he suddenly felt like he had lost track of the entire conversation. It had taken such a drastic and unexpected turn. “Um….” He hummed, “I mean, I thought ….” Austin stopped himself because what he thought didn’t matter as much as the finding out the truth of the matter, “Aren’t you?”

“Aren’t I what?” Mitchell questioned. The guy managed to make playing dumb look cute as he shrugged uncertainly, “Straight?”

Austin was starting to suspect that they were playing a game of cat and mouse, and he was the mouse. Normally when it came to flirting Austin was used to being more of the aggressive one. Also, usually, when a guy told Austin he was straight he didn’t start coming onto him with the level of intensity Mitchell was. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it was a bit confusing, not that he had any plans to let that show. “I’m pretty sure you said it in the past,” he reminded as he smiled and took his cup back.

“What?” Mitchell questioned, “You have never heard of playing hard to get?”

Austin sipped at his drink and enjoyed the taste of Mitchell’s lips on his cup before making a show of considering the point. He nodded slightly before countering, “Yeah, but there is playing hard to get and then there is removing yourself from the field.”

Mitchell huffed dramatically in that way Austin was sure only Aphrodite kids could and rolled his eyes. “I figured a sexy Apollo boy like you would want to give chase,” he declared dismissively. He took a second and looked Austin over before making a disappointed little noise, “I guess you prefer more low-lying fruit.”

Oh, this boy is good, Austin thought to himself. If he were a weaker man, he would have felt like he had something to prove and maybe he did at least a little bit. “I’m all about the chase,” he assured with confidence.

“Oh, really?” Mitchell asked doubtfully.

“Sure,” Austin shrugged, “If what I’m chasing is worth the effort when I catch it.” He arched an eyebrow at Mitchell almost as a challenge.

Did he think he was worth the chase?

Austin suspected he would be, but was Mitchell of the same opinion? Was he even willing to get caught or was he just looking for the ego boost of someone giving chase?

The smirk that spread across Mitchell’s lips was an answer all its own, but Mitchell took it even further. He once again reached out and took the cup from Austin’s hand. He took a step back as he sipped at the cup’s contents. Pulling his lips away from the cup, he stated, “I guess you won’t know if it’s worth it unless you give chase.”

Mitchell turned on his heels and started to walk away toward the cabins. Austin could have watched him go too because it was quite a view, but after a few seconds Austin jogged to catch up with him.

“So, you go both ways now?” Austin asked as he slowed down to walk at Mitchell’s side.

“Maybe,” Mitchell smirked and shrugged, “Maybe not.” He glanced over at Austin thoughtfully for a few seconds as they continued to make their way. “Maybe I’m still figuring that out,” he admitted.

Interesting, Austin thought to himself.

Mitchell had always seemed pretty certain when he had turned him down in the past. “Oh, so flirting with me is what?” he asked out of genuine curiosity, “Testing out the waters?”

Mitchell looked over at him with such a wicked grin as he answered, “Maybe dipping in a toe.”

“Is that all you’re interested in?” Austin asked. It wasn’t like he had a problem having a little no-strings-attached fun, but he had mixed feelings about hooking up with a guy that wasn’t sure he was even into guys. The risk of drama seemed too high to be worth it. “Dipping in a toe?”

Mitchell seemed to really consider the question for a moment before actually answering. “I guess it depends on the waters,” he replied as he gave Austin this hungry look.

In Austin’s mind, he recognized logically taking things with Mitchell passed the playful flirting stage was a bad idea. It just seemed like there was too much of a risk of things getting messy in one way or another.

Logic was really no fun and Austin was all about fun. He tossed logic aside as he stopped in his tracks. Mitchell stopped too so they were standing face to face. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to jump in and see how it goes,” he declared with a smirk.

“Is that so?”

Austin nodded confidently as an answer.

Mitchell took one last sip from the cup that had once been Austin’s, draining the contents before tossing the cup aside. He took Austin by the wrist and tugged him along, not that Austin was putting up a fight.

He led them to a shadowy little walkway between two of the cabins, pressed Austin up against the wall, and leaned in, pressing a hard kiss against Austin’s lips.

Mitchell wasn’t being particularly shy or timid in the way he was moving his lips against Austin’s. It wasn’t a bad thing by a mile, but it wasn’t what Austin would have suspected from a guy who claimed to be uncertain about his sexuality.

He was an amazing kisser too. Austin had known that a guy as good looking as Mitchell had to be a good kisser. It would have been a crime if he wasn’t.

Austin was happy to kiss back with just as much skill and intensity. He let his hands start to roam over Mitchell’s practically perfect form. The guy always had a way of looking perfect and he felt even better. Austin was definitely into it and he could tell Mitchell was pretty into it too. The way Mitchell had him pinned against the wall, there was no space between them so he could feel it.

He didn’t go for it right away because Austin didn’t want to seem over-eager. After all, he wasn’t that kind of guy, but after some making out, he let his hands slide down Mitchell’s back until one hand landed on the small of his back and the other made it to his well-formed ass. He gave it a nice squeeze and was extremely pleased with himself when Mitchell moaned against his lips.

Austin slowly moved his lips from Mitchell’s to start kissing along his jaw before moving to suck lightly at his earlobe. It was a victory when he felt Mitchell quiver against him.

“We should go somewhere more private,” Mitchell declared in a husky sigh.

Austin pulled away enough to grin at the absolutely stunning guy. “I know just the place,” he admitted with confidence.

He shifted enough to take Mitchell by the hand and then they were off. Luckily Austin was sure the Apollo cabin would be empty. The vast majority of his siblings were too social by their very nature to sit around the cabin when there was a party going on. Out of all of them, the only one that might have called it a night early was Will, but considering Nico was practically giving him a lap dance the last time Austin saw them, he really wasn’t too worried.

They were barely in the front door of the cabin when they were on each other again. Austin wasn’t sure who started it, and he honestly didn’t care. He was happy to have his hands back on Mitchell’s hot body. They stumbled into the cabin blind as they continued to kiss and paw at each other’s clothes. Austin made a general effort to steer them toward the back of the cabin, past the bunk beds and toward the single beds reserved for the older children of Apollo, but it was a slow effort, and they were shirtless by the time they made it.

Austin had no idea whose bed they ended up in, and that was about the last thing he was really worried about. He was more than occupied with kissing Mitchell and letting his hands explore Mitchell’s perfect fucking body.

They had barely settled on the bed when Austin felt Mitchell’s hands settle at the front of his shorts and started to work them open. Austin couldn’t complain, but he was a bit surprised that a guy that claimed to be straight only a few months ago was being so bold.

Grinning, Austin pulled away from Mitchell’s lips just enough to comment teasingly, “You work fast.”

Mitchell apparently took that comment as some kind of challenge because no sooner had the words left Austin’s mouth then he found himself on his back on the bed practically pinned with Mitchell straddling his thighs. “Just because I have never been with a guy doesn’t mean I’m a virgin,” Mitchell stated with a confidence that Austin was really loving. Mitchell continued to work on undoing Austin’s shorts as he added, “Besides, I’ve been curious about this for a while so there is no reason to pretend I haven’t.”

Austin watched Mitchell make quick work of undoing the button and zipper of his shorts as he commented, “Then by all means.”

Mitchell’s reply was to grin at him wickedly before moving to pull off Austin’s shorts and briefs as one, leaving Austin laying there completely bare. Austin knew he looked damn good naked, so he had no problem laying back and letting Mitchell enjoy the view.

Mitchell had different plans. They shared another hot and hard kiss before Mitchell started kissing his way down Austin’s body. Despite his stated curiosity, he wasn’t rushing through anything, which Austin really appreciated as he kissed and licked his way down Austin’s body. They had never even kissed before that night, but Mitchell really seemed to know every sensitive spot that Austin had, and he didn’t neglect a single one.

Austin closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensation of Mitchell's lips and hands on his skin. When Mitchell started working down past his belly button, Austin began running his fingers through Mitchell’s silky hair.

Mitchell, to his credit, never hesitated or seemed uncertain about what he was doing. For someone inexperienced, at least with guys, his confidence was impressive. Austin wasn’t going to point it out, but he had definitely not been so self-assured his first time with a dude.

Maybe it was a child of Aphrodite thing, but Mitchell wasn’t only confident but also bold. He skipped right past the tentative exploration Austin would have expected and went straight for running his hot wet tongue along the underside of Austin’s dick. The feel had shivers running down his spine and fireworks of light playing across his eyelids.

Mitchell truly had a magical tongue, and Austin would swear to that. He made Austin’s erection slick with the most tantalizing and lude motions Austin had had the privilege to experience before Mitchell wrapped his lips around Austin’s girth and started using those luscious lips to torment Austin with pleasure too.

“Wow,” Austin gasped with pleasure as Mitchell started to find what felt like the most perfect rhythm, “Oh, yeah.” He stoked Mitchell’s hair as he praised his efforts, “Damn, your good at this.”

Austin opened his eyes and looked down his body to watch Mitchell’s head bob up and down as his mouth moved on Austin’s length. That was such a sight Austin wished he had a camera to better capture it for his enjoyment later.

Smirking, Austin started to tease, “You sure you’ve never-”

Before Austin could finish his thought or anything else Mitchell popped off his length with a wet and dirty sound and absolutely grinned up at Austin. “Sucked a dick?” he questioned with an inquisitively arched eyebrow. “Nope,” Mitchell assured in a tone that would have been considered playful and innocent if the context was different. “I guess I’m just a natural,” he added confidently before he leaned back down and went right back to it.

Austin had only been without Mitchell’s lips on him for a few seconds but his back literally arched off the bed from the pleasure that shot through his veins as soon as Mitchell started to use his mouth on him again. “Yes, you are,” Austin exclaimed in agreement. “Gods! Yeah, baby, just like that,” he encouraged as Mitchell started to swirl his tongue around the head of his cock each time his lips got close to the end.

Mitchell hummed in approval, and the frequency of it reverberated through Austin’s dick and into his very core. Austin gasped with it and gripped Mitchell’s hair with one hand and the sheets with the other.

“Oh, yeah, baby, I’m right there,” he praised as he hit the point that it practically felt like his blood was going to boil from the ecstasy that Mitchell was filling him with. Like the absolute sex god he apparently was, Mitchell took the praise as a sign he should rise the anty even more. Mitchell was taking all of his substantial length in like it was nothing. There was no holding back, and Austin really didn’t want to. He felt himself give like a rubber band snapping. A warm rush of release washed over him as he shot his load down Mitchell’s throat.

Austin heard the wet pop of Mitchell releasing him from his practically godly lips before he fully recognized the sensation. His eyes fluttered open just in time to see Mitchell carefully check the corners of his mouth with his fingers before grinning up at Austin. “I knew I would be good at that.”

What is this? Austin practically marveled as he stared at the gorgeous guy in bed with him. This was not how he had figured the night would go for him and this was much better by far than anything he had imagined. He would have to thank the gods for this at one point, but first, he wanted to show Mitchell his appreciation.  

“You are the sexiest, dirtiest guy ever,” he told Mitchell as the highest form of compliment before he sat up and pulled Mitchell into a hard and passionate kiss. “It’s hot as fuck,” he stated as he moved off the bed and got on his knees, “And I’m going to blow you so hard you are going to be seeing stars for weeks.”

“That’s a pretty big promise,” Mitchell teased even as Austin grabbed him by the knees and shifted him, so Austin was stationed between his short-clad thighs. “Think you can live up to that?”

Austin smirked up at Mitchell as he worked to undo his shorts. “This isn’t my first time,” he assured.

Mitchell laughed even as he wiggled his hips to help Austin rid him of his extremely bothersome shorts. “Being a slut doesn’t mean you have skill,” he pointed out playfully.

Oh, Austin was just liking him more and more. “Well,” he gave the mouthy son of Aphrodite his best coy grin, “I guess I’m just going to have to put my money where my mouth is.”

Mitchell moved with the subtlest of suggestions, putting himself in the perfect position for Austin without even having to work at it. Mitchell was looking down at him with a smirk the whole time as well which really just added to his perfection in Austin’s eyes.

“I’d rather you put your mouth on my dick,” Mitchell commented confidently and without hesitation. His eyebrow arched as if the statement was meant as a challenge.

Austin paused just long enough to make eye contact with Mitchell and smirk up at him for the briefest of seconds. He didn’t say anything because he didn’t have to. Austin had more than enough confidence in his skills. Without breaking eye contact Austin gave Mitchell’s shorts one last tug down Mitchell’s thighs causing his hard cock to spring free and rest heavily on his groin. Then he leaned in and in the most slow, torturous way dragged his tongue over the length from base to tip.

Mitchell sighed contently and fell back on the bed, and Austin took that as a victory before really getting to it. Unlike Mitchell, Austin had plenty of experience over which he had mastered his technique and he never had any complaints. It wasn’t long before he had Mitchell moaning and his thighs absolutely quivering.

He was sure that Mitchell was close and was happily focused on his task which was probably why he didn’t hear the door open or someone enter until the shouting.

“Really!?!” The unmistakable voice of his brother carried across the cabin. It was an unfortunate interruption, but Austin stopped what he was doing to see Will standing a few feet from the door with a hand clamped over his eyes. “Why my bed!?!”

Yeah, that was unfortunate, but it wasn’t like Austin had done that on purpose. If anything, it was Will’s fault for having the most conveniently placed bed in the whole cabin.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Austin offered somewhat weakly. In fairness he was sorry it was Will’s bed but really not for much else.

Will huffed, turned on his heels, and stormed out in a way that made Austin sure that he was going to have to listen to just hours-long lectures about this.

He looked at Mitchell who was making some small attempts to cover himself and then at the door where Will had disappeared. Austin knew what he wanted to do as well as what he needed to do, and he really hated that they weren’t the same thing.

Sighing, Austin moved to his feet. “I’ll be right back,” he assured, “Don’t move and do not get dressed.”

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Teasing (m)

→ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

→ Word count: 3.6k

→ Summary: The one where your study partner is just too cute you can’t resist teasing him.

↳ Warnings: pwp, (like zero plot istg...) explicit sexual themes, fingering, some dry-humping, unprotected sex, inexperienced partner, sub!jungkook, noona kink, some fluff if you squint. I didn’t proofread this so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

“Are you cold?”, Jungkook asks you after he sees you shudder again.

“I’m good”, you wave a hand in dismissal, you eyes glued to the laptop’s screen where the word document with your group’s assignment is opened, almost done. You’re freezing, actually, but there’s nothing to do about it considering you’re already wearing one of his fluffiest hoodies over your shirt. “Let’s just wrap this up real quick. We still need a better conclusion”.

Normally there is nothing in this world that can drag you away from your bed on a Sunday winter’s afternoon, but this assignment is worth 70 percent of your final grade and if you want to keep your scholarship you can’t afford less than a 4,5 for this essay. It was Jungkook’s idea to meet at his dorm, but he forgot to mention the heating system at his dorm was a little broken.

While you are sitting at the small blue couch right in front of his single bed, the laptop over your legs and a knitted blanket Jungkook had lying around his room threw over your shoulders, your partner sits down on the floor, legs crossed. Books and notes scattered around him and on his unmade bed, a bottle of banana milk half finished in his hand. He looks a lot younger than he is in his oversized black hoodie and the sleepy expression on his face as he sips from the red straw.

“We could finish it tomorrow, noona”, he suggests. But you are quickly shake your head in dismissal. 

“We have to turn this in tomorrow. There is no time”

Jungkooks whines.

“We don’t have class with professor Kim until after lunch, noona. We have time”.

“If you want to sleep be my guest. I’ll see myself out when this is done”, you retort and hear him scoff.

“I’m not going to sleep with you in my room still working!”, he pouts. You can’t help a small chuckle leaving your lips at the sight of him with his pink-tinted cheeks. “Come on, noona... We’ve been over the essay half a dozen times already, it’s good. A single conclusion paragraph is good enough”.

You sigh and close the laptop. He has a point, but your perfectionist ass is always in search for the extra bit. Maybe you can try to polish it up by yourself tomorrow at first hour before leaving for your first class and give the poor boy a break. He’s never been one for academic writing, Jungkook always did better with the arts. He was quite good, even got some of his sketches published on one of the campus magazines.

“Fine...”, you stretch your arm to grab the laptop’s case and then proceed to secure it inside. “If you are that tired I guess I can leave”

“That’s not- !”, he looks down, a hand comes to his face in a poor attempt to hide his obvious blush from you “I didn’t mean it like that... You- you can stay...”. He whispers that last bit, but you still catch it.

“Stay?”, you smirk and look at him with amusement. Jungkook refuses to meet your eyes, he’s so cute when he’s embarrassed like that. “Stay where? Should I sleep in your bed then?”

He shoots his head up, like a deer caught in headlights. His doe eyes stare at you as if they couldn’t believe what you just said. His face’s gone completely red by now.

“I-“, he captures the red straw between his lips to avoid your question but ends up chocking up before he can swallow. 

He puts it aside, coughing a couple times to get his breathing back to normal. Then he gives you a sheepish look.

“If noona wants to sleep here I can take the floor”, you can’t help but chuckle at his suggestion. Messing with him is always easy. He’s too shy, too cute sometimes that it’s hard to resist teasing him a little longer. But alas, you take pity on him and laugh it off.

“I’m just joking, relax”, you tell him and stand up from the couch to gather your things.

You hear him chocke out a forced laugh and turn your face to check his facial expresion. A hand rubs his neck, and there’s that tiny head tilt he does whenever he’s nervous. He notices your eyes on him so he immediately stands up and offers his help.

It’s when you are ready to leave that you remember that you are still wearing his hoodie. A last chance to push his buttons and watch his cute face contort in embarrassment. 

“Oh, hold on...”, you hand him your bag. “Let me give this back to you before I steal it”

You step back to grab the hem of the hoodie and pull it over your head. 

“You don’t-” The motion drags your shirt along a little, leaving your mid drift exposed to Jungkook’s eyes. 

He knows he shouldn’t be staring at you again, but God! You’re so hot sometimes it drives him insane. And the worst part is that he knows you don’t see him as anything more than a kid. It’s not like you’ve rejected him or something, despite your constant teasing and flirting, he is convinced his not your type. He’s seen it: mature and elegant, with their life all figured out. Very much like that Seokjin dude you dated a few months back. Jungkook knows he’s the opposite and he doesn’t have the balls to ask you out anyway.

The last thing he wants is to make things weird between the two of you. If you stopped talking to him, then he’d be devastated. 

You take off the oversized hoodie, and Jungkook notices something odd about the way your boobs bounce softly when you fix your shirt. And is with a racing heart that he realizes you are not wearing a bra.

All this time? Does that mean you walked in here like that? 

”...W-Why aren't you wearing a bra?! , he doesn’t think before he speaks. “This is a boys only floor, noona!”

You look at him a little baffled at his outburst.

Why does he sound so scandalized? You are in your pajamas anyway, a long T-shirt and some joggers. Why would you use a bra when all you want is to be comfortable? 

You smirk and raise one eyebrow.

”And why are you looking at my boobs, Jungkookie?”, you coo.

”I'm not! Well- I am but it's not...” he's completely flustered now, stumbling on his words. He covers his eyes with his palm and lets out an anguish whine. ”They’re just there!”

You chuckle and lean closer to his form. Just enough so you can whisper into his ear. ”Your such a little perv, Kookie... Fooling girls with that innocent act of yours when you are like this... tsk, tsk, tsk”.

“Oh my God! That’s not-”, he takes a deep breath and shies away from you.  “Noona, don’t say those things...”

He plops down on his bed, now covering his embarrassed face with both hands. He blushes even harder, that even down the neck of his shirt you see that he’s completely flushed.

You can tell your little act affected his blood flow in more than one way also, by the way he bring one hand to his pocket to fix his pants. It only makes you want to push him even more, but you don’t know how much he’s going to take before he kicks you out of his room.

So instead, you sit next to him and try to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, you’re just too easy to tease, baby”, you half-joke, a hand goes to pat his broad back. A soft whimper comes out of his lips at your casual use of the term of endearment and you chuckle, delighted “I won’t do it again”

Jungkook takes a deep sigh and lowers his hand from his face.

“You’re so mean sometimes, noona”, he says and looks up to meet your eyes for a brief moment before looking away.

You give him more reassuring pats on his back. 

“Sorry, let me make it up to you. Would you like that?”.

“How?”

“What would you like me to do, hm?”, you ask.

It’s actually an innocent question. You are thinking about buying him some of those lamb skewers he loves, or getting him a new sketchpad, maybe a coffee. But when eyes meet and you find yourself enraptured by the way his pupils visible dilate, obscuring the warm brown from his eyes.

He licks his lips, your eyes follow his tongue’s movements and your are suddenly aware of how close you two actually are.

He smells warm, like a sunny day. All the heat that irradiates from his honey skin you can feel it through your palm. You lick your lips and lean closer, your hand tracing figures of eight on his back. He shudders, but doesn’t draw back. On the contrary, he moves a little closer to your until the outside of his his knee touch yours.

The shift in the mood is obvious the next time he speaks. 

“Noona...”, his voice is a husky whisper.

“Yes, Kookie?”

“Can I...”, his eyes linger for a moment on your lips, as his pink tongue prods out of him mouth to moisture his own. He’s so cute and he has no clue to what that little tongue of his does to you. “c-can I kiss you?”.

Kiss you? Did innocent Kookie really just asked if he could kiss you?

Oh, my...

He doesn’t even know what he’s getting himself into.

Your hand moves from his back to his cheek and you run your fingertips over his soft skin. You cup his cheek and like a puppy he closes his eyes, keening into your touch. So compliant, so cute, you think to yourself.

You don’t answer him. Instead, your body moves forward and you press your lips to his as your other hand comes to cup his other cheek. Jungkook’s breath hitches in his mouth when your lips meet, but he soon melts into you. 

His lips are soft as they start to move awkwardly to match your rhythm.

You bite his lower lip, earning a gasp from him. That’s when you take the chance to prod your tongue past his lips. He tastes sweet like banana milk.

And he moans into your kiss. 

You want nothing more than to ruin him, to hear him moan and beg for his release. But maybe not just yet... you don’t know if he’s ready, if he had any kind of experience. He’s a handsome guy, you know there are half dozen girls in your semester that are after him. But he doesn’t pay attention to them, it’s like he is not interested at all. That makes you wonder if he could be a virgin still...

However, it’s the hand that’s creeping up your shirt and grabs a breast without hesitation that makes you realize he is not. He kneads and pinches one nipple between his fingers making you moan on his lips.

Before he can make you moan again, your hands land on Jungkook’s shoulders and you push him back onto the mattress. He gasps as you move to straddle him, pinning his wrists to the mattress.

Jungkook looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, his lips red a swollen from your kisses. His breath hitches in his throat when you lower yourself on his lap and grind against his growing bulge.

You lean down to press a short kiss against his jaw and pull back to watch his worked up expression.

“What now?” You ask with a playful smile.

“Huh...?”

“Did you just want to kiss me, Kookie?”, you tease him further. He swallows hard.

“N-no...”

“No?” You coo. “What else do you want to do, hm?”

“I want- I want to...”, he can’t seem to find the words, so you have to do it for him.

“Do you want to touch me again, baby?”. A needy groan leave a his throat.

“Y-yes...”

“Where?”, he’s blushing out of control, and bites his nether lip so hard for a moment you think he might draw blood. You release one of his wrists and run a hand down his chest.  “Use your words or noona is going to get her things and leave”

“No! Please... don’t leave... don’t-“

“Then answer me”, you hand slips under his hoodie and shirt, to find his warm skin, rippling with lean muscle. You can’t wait to strip him and cover his skin with love bites. “Where do you want to touch me, baby boy?”

“I- I want to touch your tits, suck at them...”, he admits with closed eyes. You busy yourself with trailing kisses down his neck.

“What else?”

“I want to touch your legs... “, his free hand moves to your thighs. “And your ass...”

“Is that all?”

“N-no, I... I want to touch...”, he opens his eyes, now clouded with lust and need. “I want to touch your pussy... I- I want to fuck you, noona”.

And the cute bunny surprises you again for a second time tonight. He’s bolder than you thought he’d be. 

“You want to fuck me?”, You feign surprise to rile him up a bit more. “Such a dirty boy, baby”

He bites into his own lips and lets out a shaky breath. 

“Noona, please...” he grips the fabric of your joggers, and the hand that’s still trapped in your hold tightens into a fist.  “I’m so into you.. I- I really really like you, y/n. Let me... please let me have you...”, his cute and desperate confession has a streak of arousal shooting through your body, right to your core.

You smirk.

“Then take me”.

He nods and raises his head to capture your lips in his again. You free his wrist and he wastes no time grabbing a handful of your ass, prompting you to grind down against him. God you are so wet, you are sure it’s already begin to leak down your pants. You slide up and down over his clothed length with ease, his hard cock providing you delicious friction.

It’s with great difficulty that you manage to break from his kiss to get rid of his yellow hoodie along with his shirt in one tug. His skin is beautiful: lithe muscle in such a sweet honey color and you can’t help yourself. You want to taste him, and so you lean forward and leave a wet kiss between his pecs, and go down from there. He sighs. You quickly make your way to his left nipple and trap his hardened bud between your lips, while you hand finds the other one and tugs at it. 

Jungkook cries out, you note he’s very sensitive and wonder how well would he do with the toys you have stored back home. You keep kissing, pulling, bitting twisting to elicit more of those beautiful sounds. 

You are no longer bothered with the cold as you keep grinding down on him.

“Ahh... that- that feels good...”, he manages to speak between chocked cries, and tangles his fingers into your hair. “Noona... please...”

You pull back to discard your own shirt and wink at him when you toss it aside. Jungkook lowers his gaze to your exposed breast and licks his lips in anticipation. It doesn’t take too long before you are both naked, hands all over each other. Jungkook is sucking at your nipple whilst he other is being taken care of by his hand. Your hand wraps around his throbbing length, pumping it just enough to make him shudder.

He wraps his arms around your waist and rolls you over the mattress, so that he can feel your body flushed against his. One hand traces the curve of your hips, tracing a beeline towards your core, while he used the other for support.

He uses two fingers to separate your lips, moving them up and down to coat them in your slick. You pull the hairs at his nape when he decided to slip two of them inside your heat at the same time. He moves them in and out, squelching  sounds filling the room along with your own labored breaths.

“Do you like that, noona?”

“Yes, baby... it’s feels amazing. Keep going”, you move your hips in circles trying to follow the rhythm of his hand. He makes you arch your back every time the heel of his hand brushes against your engorged clit.

He adds a third finger.

You are so ready for him, a gush of slick cover his hand and trails down between your butt cheeks. The coil of pleasure begins to tighten at the pit of your stomach with each thrust of his fingers. You need to have his dick now, or you might lose your mind.

“Jungkook...”, you call for him, but he’s too busy working you up over the edge that he doesn’t hear you. His fingers curve inside you, brushing against your most sensitive spot. He curls them again, every time white sparks of pleasure shoot through your body. His lips busy sucking a hickey on your neck. “Ahh... fuck-“

You grab him by the wrist. He raises his head to look at you.

“You need to lay back, now”, you say, out of breath. He grins, his bunny teeth showing making him look too adorable considering what he’s being doing. He nods eagerly and retreats his fingers from your pussy with a wet sound.

He positions himself on the bed, back against the mattress and you crawl up his body again. 

The swollen and red head of his cock already oozing precum when you grab him to pump him a few times, before guiding his cock to your soaking entrance. However, the head just nudges past your lips when he stops you with a panicked expression.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath, as you sinking back to your heels. Jungkook sits straight and you examine his face, hoping to read whatever it is that made him change his mind. The red in his cheeks intensifies as he makes a poorly attempt to hide it.

“I- I don’t have condoms...”, he sounds defeated, and you can’t help but chuckle, reaching for his face to brush the fringe from his eyes. “And I’m not sure if I- if I can pull out on time”.

“I’m on the pill, Kook...”, he nods absentmindedly like doesn’t fully understand what you just said. You throw your arms around his shoulders and press your lips to the corner of his mouth. 

Jungkook lets out a pleased sigh. 

“Does- does that mean we can still do it?”, he asks and you align your faces together. 

“Do you want to?”

He nods.

“I am, I haven’t- I mean... “ he mouths something you can’t quite understand. “I’m tested, I’m clean”

“I’m clean too”, you caress his chest and shoulders with a soft smile. You lower a hand between your bodies and circle his length. Jungkook closes his eyes and sighs his pretty face relaxing in pleasure. “Do you trust me?”

“I do”, he breathes.

You tilt your hips upwards, supporting your weight on your knees and guide his cock to your opening. The head nudges at your entrance, glistening with your mixed lubricant, and your hands come to hold his shoulders as you begin to sheath him inside of you. 

You caress his chest, leaving a small peck on his lips before pushing him back on the bed. The stretch feels so good already and he’s not even fully in yet. Jungkook’s hands come to gently fondle with your breasts as you sink down completely with one thrust.

“Fuck... noona...”, Jungkook gasps as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

His thick veiny cock stretches you open, and you start moving. You keep slow pace at first, enamores with the soft sounds spilling from Jungkook’s lips as he moves his hips to meet yours. But a particular hard thrust has you clenching around him and he moans loud. 

“Ahhh, shit... faster, noona... please”.

His fingers dig into the skin of your hips and he thrust up again.

He doesn’t need to ask you twice as you start to bounce up and down his cock, grinding your click against his pelvic bone every chance you get. A slapping sound every time your ass meets the seat of his lap. The bed creaks loud under the movements of your lovemaking, sure the room next door has to be empty or you would’ve heard complains by now.

Jungkook moans your name over and over, the bright flush on his sweat-covered skin tells you he’s probably close already.

“Are you going to cum for me, Kookie?”, You clench your muscles around him again, and he cries out. His breathy moans are the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard, and as you keep grinding onto him you can feel your own pleasure start to peak. But you don’t want to come yet, you want to see his pretty face when he comes firsts.

“¡Ngh...! I- Ahh...”, he swallows hard, taking a deep breath. His hands leave soft touches on your hips and move down your thighs.  “I’m really close, noona... if you keep doing that I’m-“, you clench again and his eyes go blank with pleasure. “¡F-fuck...!”

“Do you want to come inside, baby?”, you push back his fringe that’s already drenched in sweat and keep up a steady rhythm. Jungkook nods fervently in response, unable to speak properly and you lean down to kiss him. You tongue plays with his, and you suck on his lower lip before whispering to his ear. “Fill me up then, baby”.

That seems to be enough to throw him over the edge.

“Noona, fuck, fuck, fuck...¡Agh! ¡Ahhh-!” he chants, holding onto your hips with both hands to keep you still as he starts thrusting up again until his release hits him. 

The coil of pleasure down your abdomen that grew even tighter watching Jungkook come undone is about to snap. The way his cock pulses between your walls sending shivers down your spine. A high pitched moan leaves Jungkook’s mouth, his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hangs open. Warm stripes of semen coat your inner walls as he keeps bucking his hips to yours, and you start moving again, to help him riding out his orgasm and chasing your own.

You bite your lip when Jungkook’s thumb finds your clit. Using his own release as lubricant that’s now leaking out of you, he circles the sensitive bud before applying direct pressure with the pad of his finger. You’re almost there, almost... “Ah... Jungkookie... Like that, just like that”, Your moans join his breathy whines as he begins to feel the pain of overstimulation.

“Noona, please... ‘s too much- Ngh!”. His voice sounds ten times sexier when he begs, whining and crying for you to come all over his sensitive cock. That’s what finally makes you reach your high. White sparks of pleasure flash before your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. 

You moan your lover’s name and your nails rack down his chest. 

“Shit, shit... Ahh... Ngh...”

You roll your hips, riding out your orgasm until you come down completely. Jungkook is trembling under your touch. Tired and spent, he winces when you slide off his member and let yourself fall next to him in the narrow bed.

For a moment there’s only silence and the sound of your labored breaths.

You bring a hand to your forehead to wipe the cold sweat off your skin. You are suddenly aware of the room’s temperature again and a shiver runs down your spine. Jungkook notices and rolls over to wraps your in his arms before pulling the blanket over your bodies. The warmth of his body pressing against your back makes you feel so contented, more than you’d dare to admit out loud. 

“That was...”, he sighs and his nose nuzzles against the crook of your neck. “I’mma ask professor Kim to give us more assignments like this”

You chuckle and turn your face around to give him a peck on the lips. He grins like a little boy.

“You are too cute for your own good”

“Only for you, noona”

2019 © letspurpletogether.

[adequatejams-blog]

don’t toy with me (1)

pairing: Namjoon x Reader

genre: university au, fluff, domestic fluff (possible eventual smut)

warnings: mentions/implications of masturbation

words: 5.8k

note: Okay so this was the fic I have been working on the past couple weeks! I originally planned for this to be just a long oneshot but I kinda liked the idea of breaking it up into parts so I could continue this story. Please let me know if you also want to see more parts because I’m still kinda toying with the idea.

In a time where desperation was a complication gnawing at your morality, there was always a golden light illuminating the winning path you were meant to travel. Perhaps it was the cloud of adrenaline that fogged your mind from making the virtuous decision, but that didn’t stop you. There was a pregnant pause with four pairs of eyes burning into your skin, waiting for a move. It was with a faint leer that you slammed two cards down, creating a minor earthquake on the tables surface.

“No way!” The light-haired boy next to you gasped dramatically with the biggest grin.

“I thought she was bluffing!” Another shocked expression looking with wide eyes at the exposed cards.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Jungkook’s hands flew up in the air. An obvious display of defeat plastered all over his face.  

“UNO!” You yelled eagerly. “Read it and weep Jungkook. I suggest you pick up those eight cards now.” You presented the smuggest expression as you leaned back in your seat.

He wanted to resist. He wanted to throw the table right then and there. How could you use two pickup four cards when he was just about to win the game? It was inhumane! Alas, there was no room for mercy when it came to the ritualistic game night you and your buddies have been following for the last decade. Even as kids everyone would get riled up for the simplest games. However, it was Monopoly night that was the most savage. You all agreed to only play it every five months, if that, because of the rift it caused in your friendship at the rituals’ earliest stage. Hoseok even made a silly prayer you all chanted before delving into the realms of Monopoly. It was the scariest you’ve ever seen Jin get. He now sits away from Namjoon during that game.

Jungkook groaned, rolling his neck and earning a crack from each side. He angrily picked up eight cards and shuffled them into his new deck of nine. “I could have ended this game right now.” His voice was laced with irritation. But his anger was your sweet tea.

“We’re not ending this game unless I win.” You retorted.

“It’s not like you’ve been playing for forty minutes or anything. Isn’t this game only supposed to take ten minutes max?” Yoongi, an outsider to this competitive game, commented with as much enthusiasm as Taehyung in chemistry lab.

“When it comes to protecting your reputation as the undefeated Uno champion, time has no limit.” You responded triumphantly as Hoseok placed a red card down.

“Yoongi’s just mad I kicked his ass in Smash Bros. earlier." Jimin smiled around the table of Uno players before wiping his expression blank due to the daggers thrown by Yoongi from the couch. He continued by placing down another red card with the number eight.

“That’s not a fair assessment. Isabelle is so overpowered.” Hoseok gave Yoongi a sympathetic look, one that went unnoticed. Yoongi was too involved in the array of albums he had sprawled out on the cushions.

“You better be cleaning those up after. I had them in alphabetical order divided by genre.” You wagged your finger at Yoongi who absentmindedly waved you off, murmuring a couple ‘yeah yeah’s’ under his breath.

You glanced at Taehyung who was taking his sweet time picking a card. His tongue prodded at the corner of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“It’s not rocket science Tae!” Jungkook smacked the table impatiently.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook with an intense stare. He slowly grabbed at a card from his hand and placed it on the table with the pace of a snail. You couldn’t stop a smile from gracing your face as you saw the card Taehyung put down. It was perfectly compatible with the last card you had.

“I WIN!” You stood up so fast that it caused the chair behind you to fall to the floor. You threw the card on the table with pride which replaced the adrenaline that accompanied you throughout the entire game.

“I totally thought I was going to win this one, dammit.” Jimin tossed his cards on the table.

“How do you think I feel?” Jungkook’s bitter expression was one for the memory books.

“Undefeated Uno champion!” You boasted with the least bit of humility.  

“I don’t see why we even continue to play this game if it’s only her that wins.” Taehyung stated, also discontented with the outcome.

“Because there’s always that hope that someone else will take the crown.” Hoseok chimed in optimistically. He started to put away the cards while the other boys got up from the kitchen table.

“Where’s Joon and Jin with the food? I don’t think it’s taken this long before. We should just order delivery next time.” Jimin whined, the hunger he felt forty minutes ago came back full swing.

“It’s an extra five dollars plus tip for delivery. Life as a University student is a frugal one.” You responded calmly, coming down from your recent winning high. “Plus, those two offered to go.” You walked over to the couch Yoongi occupied with your music collection and sunk down.

As if the heavens themselves decided to answer Jimin’s prayers, the door to your apartment flew open with Namjoon and Jin graciously carrying bags full of food.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy to see Namjoon and Jin in my entire life.” The sigh of relief that Jimin huffed out as he waltzed over to the food seemed exhausted.

“Is that how you talk to your elders Jimin?” Jin gave an amused look of disapproval but the grin he failed to hold back made the banter playful. Jimin took a couple bags from the older boy and started to rummage through the contents when he placed it hangrily on the counter.

Namjoon, who had more bags wrapped around his arms than Jin, was struggling to take his shoes off and received no sort of help from the other boys. Jin completely bypassed the younger boy to release himself from the mere single bag remaining in his grasp. You instinctively got up and relieved Namjoon of half the bags he carried, getting a smile of appreciation in return as he was finally able to take off his shoes.

“At least someone has the decency to help me.” Namjoon hollered to the boys who were occupied with the many containers displayed on the counter.

“You’re welcome!” Taehyung called with a snicker, surely to be chastised by some later act of karma.

By the time you and Namjoon reached the counter there was an array of dishes messily arranged so you both placed the rest of the food on the kitchen table that Hoseok finished cleaning off.

“So, what took you guys so long?” Yoongi asked nonchalantly, obviously not affected by the smell that filled the room.

“The restaurant we went to didn’t have bulgogi so Namjoon insisted we try other places to find it.” Jin explained as he grabbed the plates from the cupboard.

Your eyes widened and looked directly to Namjoon whose demeanor grew sheepish under your gaze. “You took that extra time just to find bulgogi? I was here dying from starvation!” Jimin continued his whining before he threw a couple pieces of pork into his mouth.  

“You really didn’t need to go searching around for it if they didn’t have it. Joon I told you!” You pestered the boy, smacking his shoulder lightly. You only scolded him because you felt bad for both him and Jin walking the extra miles just to find a dish you asked they get. You had even said to the two that if they didn’t have it then you were fine with anything that had kimchi.

“It wasn’t a big deal.” Namjoon shrugged.

“It took us an extra thirty minutes!” Jin complained.  

You could imagine the scenario in your head. Namjoon on a quest to find bulgogi with a less than enthusiastic Jin trailing behind with a look of defeat.

“Whatever the reason, we’ve got food now so let’s eat.” Hoseok watered down any sparks that may ignite into further arguments.

Everyone began to dish up at the counter and kitchen table since your apartment wasn’t big enough to hold all the food on a single surface area. When one person was done, they made the scramble less hectic by exiting to the living room and sat on one of the two couches in front of the television. The process repeated until it was only Yoongi left without a plate of food. His attention was still on the albums he had, but this time it was with the aim to clean them all up for people to sit properly on the couch he occupied.

“Yoongi, you need to quit rummaging through my collection. You do it every time and it’s not like they’ll miraculously change overnight.” You sauntered over to the coffee table that sat in the middle of the two couches and seated yourself in front of Namjoon’s legs so each boy could have their own spot on a proper seat. You were a generous host.  

“Every so often there’s a new addition so I’m just trying to keep up with your taste. I’ve always been so surprised with how similar it is to mine. It’s not like I have room in my apartment for albums.” Yoongi said as he finally began to get some food.

“You mean our apartment.” Namjoon chimed in with a peculiar raise of his eyebrow.

“I’ll say our apartment when you start to clean up after yourself and actually sleep there.” Yoongi retorted with an accusing finger.

“I swear that’s Taehyung when he comes over!” Namjoon defensively sits up and points to the younger boy who innocently looked up with a face full of rice.

Yoongi dismisses Namjoon’s excuse with an expression that obviously didn’t believe it.

“You think I could crash on the couch here, Y/N? I’ve got an early lab in the morning and you live closer to campus.” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah sure. Joon’s also gonna stay here cuz’ he’s got some sort of meeting down the block tomorrow.” You unconsciously lean back into the space between Namjoon’s legs at the mention of his name.

“Hasn’t he been staying here for the past few weeks now?” Taehyung jutted his chin out in his elder’s direction, food still being the main focus of his attention.

“Mhmm. I won’t lie, I’ve let Jimin sleep in your bed a couple of times since you’ve been camping out here.” Yoongi started to make his way to where the rest of you sat, glass of wine accompanying him and his meal.

“Yeah, just how many meetings can a guy have working part time?” Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed with suspicion.

“It’s an important business. They’re always having meetings and asking I attend. I only just started but the boss really likes to pick my brain.” Namjoon responds with slight hesitation, as if he was trying to make up some sort of reason.

“You might as well start paying rent for Y/N if you’re gonna practically be living here.” Jungkook snorted.

“It’s no big deal. I enjoy the company.” You shrug indifferently.  

“Yeah I bet you like the company.” Jungkook’s voice was suggestive and the rest of the boys ‘ooed’ at his words with devilish smiles on each participator.

“Shut up Justin Seagull.” You retorted, throwing a piece of cabbage at the smug face he proudly wore.

“You guys will understand when you fall as head over heels as I have for Y/N” Namjoon teased as he wrapped an arm around your neck in affection.

“You’re so funny.” Your eyes rolled as you smacked his arm away. “I’m trying to eat here Romeo.”

It was no secret that you and Namjoon liked one another. It was always brought up either discreetly, or blatantly, whenever you were all together. However, there was this tinge of doubt in both of you that thought the other was just going along with the group jokes.  

Having both you and Namjoon hide your true feelings, the other boys found it more than annoying to watch. You constantly made excuses to Yoongi, the one you trusted enough not to blab to the others, in hopes that you could convince yourself to stop having feelings for Namjoon. Why you thought this to be more logical than being honest was beyond both Yoongi’s and your own comprehension but you always unintentionally made things more difficult for yourself. Perhaps you were afraid. Afraid to lose the friendship you had with Namjoon. Not only would that affect the dynamic between you two, but it would also affect the group. Yoongi always brings up the time when you and Taehyung ‘dated’ but you always have to remind him that it was when you were six and had no sense of what having a boyfriend truly meant. Sharing each other's pencil crayons and exchanging snacks was considered ‘dating’ at the time so you and Taehyung were pegged the “it” couple in kindergarten.  

Unfortunately, you broke his heart when you started to get closer with Yoongi and Namjoon since they had a couple extra sweets in their lunches that they’d share with you. The Kindergarten and first grade class shared lunchrooms in the middle of the term because one of the teachers got pregnant, so you got closer to the first graders. It was a traumatizing time but you all managed to get through it come the following year.  

Regardless, your experience in dating was null. Everyone was now in University, had a job, or both, and you were still lacking in any romantic experience. It was uncharted territory and the step to freedom you were hoping to take was guarded by obstacles you put up yourself. You knew you were doing it but you were too afraid to stop. Change was frightening to any human, but each day that passed since Namjoon started to stay in your apartment you talked yourself into gaining a little bit of courage. You wanted to be with him, you wanted to try. It was just taking you a lot of time to prepare.

“I get the longer couch at least.” Namjoon raised his hand quickly and eyed Jungkook who looked stunned.

“Oh, come on. I’ll only be here for one night.” Jungkook whined.

“It’s the only sensical solution. I am the tallest.” Namjoon stated as a matter of fact. He leaned over you to place his empty plate on the coffee table.

You could smell his cologne when his shirt brushed by your hair. It was like he just got back from a hike with the smell of pine needles and a hint of perspiration he exuded. Regardless of the scent, it was something you wanted to be enveloped in because it was his.  

As though you were in a trance for an awkward amount of time, a hand waved feverishly in front of your face.  

“Last time I checked, hosts were supposed to be attentive to their guests.” Jungkook, the owner of that trance shattering hand, remarked.

“You know, sometimes I just wanna. . .” You purposely trailed off while threatening the back of your hand in the youngest’s direction.  

Jungkook flinched, scooting further away from his spot next to Namjoon.

“Hah! Two for flinching!” Taehyung punched the maknae in the shoulder twice with a widening grin from the other couch.

You ended up starting something you wish was refundable. Jungkook hastily put his plate of food on the coffee table and lunged at Taehyung who was completely oblivious to the attack. The little bit of noodles he had on his dish went soaring in the air and landed directly on the TV stand. Mocking you as the sauce dripped down to the second shelf. No way could you allow for that sauce to drip onto the carpet. It would definitely stain and wouldn’t just be mocking you, it’d be laughing too.

As if Jin was able to read your mind he bolted to the kitchen cupboards and grabbed the paper towel. He pretty much dove for the sauce as it was on the brink of ruin.  

Meanwhile, Jimin somehow managed to join the two younger boys in their scrap and Hoseok was actively trying to pry them apart. Yoongi sat there watching the destruction while sipping his wine, as if this were a regular occurrence at his place. He had told you fables of the notorious maknae line getting into these unnecessary playfights but you had yet to witness it in all their glory. Last time you were all witnesses (more like participators) to a group fight was back in sixth grade when you had Jungkook pinned to the ground and a loogie with his name on it. Taehyung and Jimin were fighting over the last piece of gimbap. Yoongi had Jin in a headlock trying to get him to admit that he was the one who placed the whoopee cushion on his chair during class. And Namjoon was trying to pry you off of Jungkook. Hoseok didn’t even try to break anything up because he knew it would be a fruitless attempt. It was quite the mess and the events leading up to such a disaster was the most notable example of the butterfly effect you could remember.  

Absolute chaos.

You sighed heavily and leaned your head back into Namjoon’s lap. He didn’t even flinch with how your head lay directly on his groin. Instead he rubbed a hand against his face in shame as the boys continued to tussle. Their ball of mayhem slowly making it to your bedroom. You didn’t want to know how they managed to “accidentally” open your door and raid your room.

“I swear I should be paid for babysitting you all.” You sighed heavily while rising. At least cleaning off the coffee table would provide some sort of relief in this situation.

“You’re one piss poor babysitter then. More concerned with tidying up than the tasmanian devil’s that are probably ruining your room.” Yoongi snorted.

“Then I’ll start making strict rules right now.” You swiped the wine glass right from Yoongi as you passed, his tongue robbed of its rich flavour. The look of disbelief on his face was priceless. “No alcohol for the kids.” You mumbled into the glass that was immediately emptied after a large gulp.

Jin followed you into the kitchen with the dirtied paper towels.  

“Thanks, Jin.” You smiled before placing all the dishes you held in your other hand in the sink.

After refilling the glass, it was in the middle of the walk back towards the couch when you froze mid stride. The only noise in your apartment came from the television, a faint vibration, and, you’re pretty sure it was the loudest sound, the beating of your heart.  

Taehyung stood in your doorway, Jungkook and Jimin snickering behind him, with your dildo vibrating vigorously in hand.

“Hey Y/N, what’s this doing under your bed?” Taehyung taunted while waving around the vibrating dildo.

Your face immediately flushed red as you leapt towards the blond in some sort of hope that if you took away the object then your embarrassment would wash away. Of course, that wouldn’t help because the cat was already out of the bag.

You were never ashamed of masturbating. It was completely normal and with the amount of times you accidentally walked in on Jungkook when you’d invited yourself over, it wasn’t all that foreign of a topic between you all over the years. But you felt overarching guilt as Taehyung wagged your favourite dildo out in the open. That was the toy you used to replicate your fantasies of Namjoon. It was all in your head but it was like Taehyung was exposing your feelings for Namjoon right in front of his face. It was out in the open but the man in question was completely oblivious to the hidden meaning behind it.

You hastily handed the wine glass over to Yoongi. Quickly, you stumbled between Jungkook and Jimin trying desperately to pass them to get where Taehyung retreated inside your room.

“Taehyung, I swear to – fuck!” You ended up tripping through the door frame. You were more than aware that it was with the help of Jungkook’s foot that your balance was thrown. All you could see when you fell was Hoseok cupping his cheek in what looked like momentary pain.

The scenario seemed rather mean spirited from an outside perspective, but it was a day to come sooner or later, you were sure. Each of the boys had gone through a time where they were embarrassed and that embarrassment was heightened by the rest of you teasing the victim relentlessly.  

Taehyung was the first victim because he was the biggest troublemaker of the bunch. The boys just started to hit puberty when Taehyung began to explore his desires with his pillow. He always held that pillow when he’d go to sleep, but then he thought of using it to appease his sexual appetite for the first time. He was dry humping the pillow when Hoseok and Namjoon walked in on him in the act. They wanted to grab some more pillows for the futon but were still unsure of where they were stored. The two told the rest of you guys about the incident and he had the nickname ‘pillow humper’ for the rest of sixth grade.

Everyone else had their fair share of embarrassing incidents except you. You somehow managed to sneak by until this moment. And oh god did you just want to disintegrate.  

“Did you come up with a name for it?” Taehyung bounced playfully on your bed before launching himself over your body and out to the living room.

You groaned from the sudden contact with the floor before shoving your way past Jungkook who remained in his spot, laughing uncontrollably as he watched Taehyung.  

You didn’t want to face the rest of the boys who were sitting wide eyed at the blond who continued his raid on your couch. He looked like a child. An image you wanted to immediately disassociate him with because of the flailing dildo he held.

“Kinda looks like a Taeyong wouldn’t you say?” Jungkook chimed in. Jimin found a spot in front of the TV, watching Taehyung and Jungkook pass the dildo back and forth over your head. It was a classic monkey in the middle situation.

“That was years ago!” You protested angrily, trying desperately to reach the toy.

It really was just for a minute. Taeyong looked really cute in this red shirt with a white collar and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him anytime he wore it.  

“I bet you she moans Namjoon’s name when she plays with this.” Taehyung’s laugh caused him to fumble with the dildo on the next throw.

You managed to smack the toy down from their line of play, but nothing could prepare you for what happened next.

Lord have mercy on your soul.

The toy flew in slow motion, from your perspective, and you could see exactly where it was going once it was hit. A bee-line to Namjoon’s face where the toy slapped against his cheek before landing on his lap, vibration still activated.

This honestly was the worst it could get.

There was a moment of silence that accentuated your embarrassment. You knew that the teasing was over when neither of the youngest two went to grab the toy. The situation left you speechless as you tried to casually walk over to Namjoon with a normal expression. You expected to just grab the thing and throw it back in your room, but when Namjoon held the object up to you with a grin you couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to your face.

“You know. It seems like a really good time to head home.” Yoongi coughed.

“Yeah I think it’s past Taehyung’s bedtime.” Jin yanked on Jimin’s shirt to make him rise.

Hoseok emerged from your room with a large welt on his face. He looked at the aftermath of the dildo incident with indifference. To him it wasn’t a big deal seeing one of your toys. He had his own collection to worry about.

“Come on shit brick we’ve got class tomorrow.” Yoongi tugged on Taehyung’s sweater as he rose from the couch.

This all happened so fast that by the time you took the dildo from Namjoon’s grasp the rest of the boys were already at the door.

“Y/N, you can keep the leftovers, Namjoon bought it all anyways.” Jin threw up a peace sign before leaving in a haste.  

Jimin waved goodbye but all you could respond with were pursed lips. Hoseok followed suit with another wave before disappearing into your apartment's hallway. It was almost like they were all leaving after a huge fight with their girlfriends. ‘Evacuate the premises because it’s about to get awkward!’ You could imagine Taehyung say.

Instead, the blond patted your shoulder twice before holding his hand in place with a mischievous grin. “It’s okay Y/N, we all masturbate.” His parting words. Words the great Shakespeare himself could only dream of putting in a play.  

That left you, Jungkook, and Namjoon, in dense silence. Namjoon’s content expression didn’t even falter. Did he not witness what you just experienced?

You whisked the dildo away to your bedroom and proceeded to shove it into your underwear drawer after powering it down, making a mental note to buy a locked box to put all your toys in.

“How’s about we watch a movie?” You emerged with a fresh look on your face as if to completely dismiss any tension.  

“I’m down” Jungkook responds nonchalantly as he makes his way to the kitchen. “But I need a few drinks.”

*  *  *

Jungkook definitely had more than a few drinks.  

You’re not sure why he thought it was a good idea to drink so much before going to bed. Especially when he had a lab in the morning. But there he was laying lifeless on your long couch, completely sprawled out with no inclination of being alive save the faint rise and fall of his chest. He did have a tendency to drink a lot when he was nervous so you found it safe to assume that’s why he knocked himself out with liquor. He was definitely going to pay you back for all those empty cans though.

Namjoon and yourself sat on the loveseat couch both intensely watching the movie that you both express as being “shitty and uninspiring”. Neither of you wanted to turn it off though. The fact that it was just you and Namjoon in the room, you excluded Jungkook for not just his unconscious state but because of your personal vendetta against the boy now, it made everything much more on edge.

You could feel Namjoon’s gaze on you every so often throughout the movie and you tried to be discreet with your own glances back.  

Once the credits started to roll you immediately got up.

“Well it’s probably a good time to go to bed now.” Your voice was obviously uncomfortable but you tried your best to remain calm.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning.” Namjoon smiled sweetly to you. It made your heart melt with how casual he was being. There was no sense of tension or nervousness that he emitted. It looked almost unnatural to see him so pacific.  

You quickly walked to your room, taking one last glance behind you to see Namjoon try his best to get comfy on the small loveseat. Even though he had claimed the larger sofa at the beginning of the night, he looked fine taking the smaller couch, given the circumstance. You almost felt like Jungkook drank on purpose to have an excuse as to why he stole the larger sofa come morning.

You closed the door behind you and began to frantically pace in your bedroom. You felt the nerves in your stomach become more distraught than before, as if the isolation gave your emotions the green light to attack your body.  

You could do it right now. Get it over with. Maybe it would work out. It won’t be that bad. But what if you get rejected? It could be humiliating! You don’t want to make a fool of yourself, do you? But look at him out there. He’s too good for you. No. Just do it!

Your stream of consciousness was relentless and you weren’t sure if you had been pacing for a few seconds or a few minutes. You changed into your pajamas, a baggy t-shirt and some comfy shorts, before crawling into bed. You sat there silently, your mind drawing a blank.  

Your eyes looked to the door and it was as if it was yelling at you to quit hiding your feelings and just throw away any doubt. You had another mental banter. You smacked your head a couple of times in frustration before relaxing in defeat.

You will do it.

“Hey Joon,” Namjoon lifted his head after hearing your soft voice, “Did you want to um... Come sleep in my bed?” It took you forever to mumble the words. It was barely audible but with the silence inside your apartment Namjoon could hear you clearly.

He looked shocked. He didn’t expect to see you until morning, let alone hear you inviting him into your cave. He didn’t want to hesitate because it might cause him to lose you, but the shock was overwhelming.

“It’s just an offer though! I just thought it’d be really uncomfortable to sleep on that small couch. You don’t have to!” You wanted to kick yourself.

Before you could physically retract your offer, Namjoon slowly rose off the sofa. “That’d be really nice.” His smile was as comforting as ever, causing you to immediately relax under his tone. Something about this man made you incredibly nervous but he also made it so easy to be comfortable.

He sauntered over to your room with his hands in his pockets. You guided him forward and shimmied yourself back into bed on the left side by the window.

“Could you shut the light off?” Your tone was so tense again.

He obliged. You could hear his footsteps shuffling to find the right side of your bed and when you felt the large thud next to your figure you couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s damn hard to see in the dark.” Namjoon groaned, obviously finding the bed unintentionally with his last step.

“Really? I thought you had built in night vision so you could see perfectly in a situation like this.” You ended up cackling at your remark but tried to stop yourself once you realized how ugly you sounded.

"No. Come on. I like hearing you laugh.” You could hear the smile on Namjoon’s face as you felt his hand ghost over your arm.  

Instantly the skin that felt Namjoon’s touch heated up. You bit your bottom lip to prevent a grin even if he wouldn’t be able to see it in the darkness. You wanted to sink into his warm embrace and sleep blissfully. Maybe even stay in bed all day tomorrow regardless of his meeting. It’d be like some sort of story where he was so in love with you that the outside world ceased to exist. That would definitely be a fairy tale. You mustn’t be very imaginative to think that’s what a fairy tale would entail. If this were a fairy tale then he would profess his undying love for you right now, or perhaps long ago. It was the perfect moment. Then you’d ride off into the night and leave all your duties and worries behind. Hell, even the six others wouldn’t be included unless they were your servants or quirky neighbours.

But,

This wasn’t a fairy tale. This was reality.

“Do you mind if I take my jeans off? They’re not all that comfy to sleep in.”

“Yeah, I mean, no of course.” You choked a little at the thought of Namjoon being in nothing but his underwear right beside you.

There was faint rustling, the sound of pants hitting the floor, and then the blankets lifted. You felt the warmth he emitted as soon as he was under. It was such a sweet and cozy feeling you started to question whether this night of sleep would come easy or hard. Of course, having Namjoon in the same bed as you was so exhilarating. You’ve never shared a bed with him before. Even when you were kids it was usually you and Yoongi who won precedence of the comfiest surface area during your group sleepovers. Mostly because Yoongi was the grumpiest of the bunch without proper sleeping conditions and you were able to fight for your position physically at the time.

It all felt so cliché. The boy you’ve had a crush on since middle school was actually laying with you in bed.  

Your eyes faltered and found the full moon shining brightly in a black abyss. You could never see the stars from your apartment, it was too bright in the city, but the moon was always a companion to you. There seemed to be some sort of mutuality between you two. Everyone always told you this fable about the man in the moon, but you always imagined the moon as a woman. She was a symbol that you projected your varying emotions onto. And although it seemed, logically, that you’d end up finding solace because of your own subconscious, you always believed that it was the moon who helped you.

You started searching the moon’s surface area for some sort of answer, but didn’t see or hear anything.  

Suddenly, you started to feel this warmth creep towards your right hand. You could sense his hand. Namjoon’s finger was lightly brushing against your pinkie. You reciprocated by moving your own hand closer, eliminating any space between. Your fingers slowly, and loosely, intertwined. Any ringing in your head silenced. All you could focus on was Namjoon’s breathing next to you.

You turned your head slowly to look at him, not expecting to see his face.  

Namjoon’s face was faintly glowing. Your eyes widened in awe at how flawless he looked. Examining every detail, you were like a person dehydrated, only able to survive by drinking in his image. His eyes were so soft. You wanted to lean over and kiss his lips that looked smooth as silk, but you felt comfortable just lying there.

You could tell this moment was monumental to your guys’ relationship. The way the moonlight shone directly on his faultless face, you knew this was going to be eternal. This was your answer. Your heart decided, in that moment, your love for him was immortal.

“Goodnight.”  

[treasureslowlyfade]

Stuff & Things

Here’s a little bit of an update.  Most of you have an idea of what’s happening, but some of you might not, so alas... a bullet list that probably could have just been a few paragraphs:

I am fully aware that my participation in the tumblr rp world has been supremely lacking in the past couple of months.

I’m not sure why I don’t have as much motivation to be here as I used to.

My primary job and my second job have been kicking my ass as of late, and I feel like I’m under a pile of tasks that I can’t dig out of, no matter how many to do lists I make or how productive I am at work now that I don’t rp all day.

I miss this place.  I miss all of you.

I have no muse for the older threads I have going on, so will likely be dropping them completely and hoping my partners will forgive me for being shit.

Seriously people.  I don’t think I’ve been this overwhelmed by life itself in ages. 

My apartment is a fucking pigsty.  For the few of you who have been to and spent time in my apartment, you know that this is not a normal thing. 

I don’t want to promise I’ll be back in a week or dramatically go on hiatus.  That’s not my jam.

I just wanted you all to know what’s going on in my life and what I’m dealing with and hope that you’ll all still love me when I dig myself out of this shit and can actually be present again. 

I’ll likely be retiring many muses in the future in attempt to make my experience here a lot easier.  It’d make sense to start over from scratch but that’s not how I do things either.  Tree icon 4 eva.

The only reason I have time to write this right now is because my boss decided to take a nap in the middle of the day.

He’s snoring.

I shouldn’t make fun of that, I snore too, it’s bad.

Did I mention I miss you all?

I’m trying to knock all my shit out this weekend before my social life goes crazy at the end of the month, so hopefully, that’ll happen and I’ll make my return.

Again, sorry for sucking.

[foxydivaxx]

Bad Blood Chapter 1

Originally, this was meant to be connected to Young Justice: Demigods Arising but I have decided to tweak it a bit and make it the true Demigods Arising story of sorts. This is connected to the Osiris fic and whilst it is kinda Cassie-centric, it also focuses on other characters too. 

"Any news about Cassie?"

"Nah. No one has found her yet."

Tim sighs. It has been a month since Cassie disappeared after her humiliating defeat to Vanessa for the Wonder Girl title. Part of her regrets that decision to have said duel take place. She made that decision not considering what Cassie was going through then. The poor girl lost her then boyfriend Conner Kent and later got dumped by him. Sure, Conner returned but their relationship soon turned toxic to the point where the two engaged in a physical altercation in the School Hall that caused Cassie to get suspended for two weeks. As a result of this, Diana decided to punish her not taking into consideration Cassie’s physical and mental exhaustion at that point. According to Tatiana, Cassie overtrained herself and that led to Cassie’s humiliating defeat.

And now it is too late, Cassie has gone and would never return and if she ever returns, the girl would have joined the Dark Side which should not surprise anyone given her heritage and the negative influence of people like Ares. As if that wasn't bad enough, Cassie's younger twin sister Tatiana also followed suit. 

Adding more to the Cassie mystery is that she immediately deleted all her social media accounts on the same day as her defeat. That alone alarmed everyone as it is a well-known fact that Cassie loved taking selfies and playing around on social media and often talks to fans on there. But now that her presence is no longer felt, many began to panic, feeling that the poor girl might have committed suicide. This naturally led to the #JusticeForCassie campaign and #WonderWomanCancelled movement.

Please let Cassie not be dead.

Meanwhile in her room, Barbara was going through some files that she managed to dig up about HIVE case. So far she had managed to find some leads. Heck she can even say that she is far more competent and smarter than the entire Team as they are all a bunch of little kids. What was Batman thinking of putting little kids on a superhero team? Ok they are young kids, but they still could qualify for a wannabe superhero team since they all wear stupid outlandish costumes and use silly codenames, themselves and the so-called adults that call themselves Justice League. Seriously, what the fuck is that fucked up shit? Worst of the bunch as far as she is concerned is none other than Wonder Woman's little sidekick Cassie Sandsmark better known as Wonder Girl.

That girl is such a tragic trainwreck and a bitch. What did Tim and Conner ever see in her? What really pisses her off about the brat is that the girl reminds her of the stupid alien that Dick dated years ago. What was her name again? Oh yes Starfire. More like Hofire. Both of them are disgustingly beautiful. Starfire is a bit better because at least she can kick some ass. Cassie is completely useless that one forgets that she is supposed to be a fucking demigoddess yet someone like Damian can whoop her ass. She should even be able to go toe to toe with Supergirl and give her a nasty beatdown but nope, she gets her ass handed to her. Plus she dared to steal her Dickie from her.

Where did Diana find this child again? Oh yes, Diana did not find her instead the child fucking inserted herself into the Wonder Woman narrative just like Damian forced his way into the Robin title and never once earned nor deserved a single shit till recently. When will those brats learn? No wonder some people wished for Vanessa to take over as Wonder Girl. Ironically said girl is now Wonder Girl now how hilarious.

And alas, poor Cassie has disappeared and is nowhere to be seen. Well GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE! Barbara cackles evilly as she still plays around on her system.

Meanwhile at Gateway city, Tatiana was in her room with tears in her eyes whilst Donna comforts her. Cassie disappeared immediately after that defeat. One could understand why because that sort of defeat is very humiliating especially when the very girl that caused most of the unneeded drama in your life is responsible for it.

Making matters worse is the fact that many thought that Cassie was an irresponsible person and therefore unworthy to be Wonder Girl. This has been an ongoing debate for the past couple years. Sure Cassie has a temper but she can actually control said temper for the most part. The only reason that said rage has become more pronounced is as a result of Ares’ evil manipulation of his sister; something Diana and Zeus himself warned Cassie about. 

Cassie naturally took the bait since she had lost her powers during that time, not like anyone could blame her. Still the fact that many people bashed her for this, Diana included was horrible. Now after years of hypocrisy on the side of the heroes, no one should be surprised if Cassie suddenly and openly denounces them and exposes all their secrets or even goes all Superboy Prime on them or worse commit suicide.

Donna sighed. Sure Cassie has some shortcomings but Diana herself is a hypocrite, in fact everyone has been hypocritical when it comes to Cassie. A lot of the criticism being leveled upon the girl might as well be applied to other heroes as well like Conner or Tim for instance.

Ironically said hypocrisy has been thrown at Amon aka Osiris several times which is why said boy has distanced himself from the superhero community recently. Black Adam openly lambasted the League and everyone else for that and rightfully so. 

I hope you find happiness and peace Cassie. 

Just then Donna’s phone rings. She checks the phone and discovers that it is Kori calling her. She then answers the call. “Hi Kori.”

“Donna....you have to come down here quick!!”

A couple miles in New York, Cassie is standing on top of a rooftop, preparing to throw herself down and commit suicide. Now one would find it laughable since she is meant to be a demigoddess, until they realize one disturbing detailing: Cassie lost her powers yet again during the duel and has remained powerless ever since.

The rest of the Team bursts through the door. “CASSIE DON’T!!” Conner shouts. Cassie turns around with tears in her eyes. The others begin to feel guilty for making her feel that way.

“There is nothing left for me here. You have all made it clear that I do not belong here. So why waste my time when I can just elsewhere and find peace. Heck even Hell is more peaceful than here. I cannot stay with the gods because of they are going through their own drama and are killing each other anyway.” 

She takes a couple steps back. “Cassie I understand why you are mad at us and you have every right to hate us. But I want you to know that there are people that still love you regardless.” Kori says in the most gentle way possible.

It was at that moment that Cassie literally explodes. “LIES!! PURE UTTER LIES!! IF YOU ALL REALLY CARED, YOU WOULD HAVE ALLOWED ME TO PROPERLY EXPLAINED MYSELF!! YOU WOULD NOT HAVE ENCOURAGED TIM OR ANYONE TO BE ABUSIVE TO ME!!! YOU WOULD HAVE STOPPED BABS WHEN YOU SPREAD HER FILTHY GOSSIP ABOUT ME AND ALL OF YOU JOINED IN TO SLUTSHAME ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE!! YOU ARE AS BAD AS THE MEDIA!! PURE UTTER HYPOCRITES WHO ONLY CARE ABOUT HOOTING THEIR HORNS!! NOW I CAN SEE WHY PEOPLE LIKE JASON TURNED THEIR BACKS ON HUMANITY AND CHOSE TO DO HARDCORE JUSTICE!! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT FROM THE VERY FOOLS WE HAVE BEEN FIGHTING FROM YEARS!!”

Everyone keeps quiet. Cassie clearly had been waiting for this moment and she has now gotten an audience. “Oh and speaking of failures, how many times have we been supposedly, not I used supposedly in quotation marks here because that shows how stupid you all are, were ahead of the bad guys only for them to outsmart us and somehow win?”

Dick and Kaldur exchange looks. “You know, had it not been for my father, I would have rotted in jail. Oh and special shoutout to the Black Adam family, the only family that ever truly cared about me. Plus of course Donna and Tatiana. The rest of you can go fuck yourselves and leave me be!!” She turns her back to them and ignores them as she walks over to the edge.

“Cassie wait...”

She stops and turns around as Vanessa walks in. “Cassie, listen I know you are mad. If you want to lash out. Take it out on me.” she says calmly, hands raised. Before anyone could say anything, Cassie stomps towards her so-called rival and aims a punch at Vanessa who does nothing to stop her.

Fortunately for her, Cassie stops mid-punch and drops to her knees and begins to break down in tears. Vanessa bends down and hugs her predecessor. “Listen Cass. No matter what anyone else says, you will always be Wonder Girl. In fact you are way better than I am. I do not like the great divide that Diana has created. There are other ways this could have been done.” she says. Cassie simply sobs, feeling very bad for lashing out.

“I...I’m so sorry...”

Vanessa smiles softly. “You do not have to apologise. We are both victims in this. Besides, I told Diana that I quit.” Cassie stares at her in disbelief. ”You did not have to.”

“Yet I did.”

Cassie shakes her head. “No. You remain Wonder Girl.” Cassie then smiles. “Besides, you earned it anyways.” Vanessa giggles and hugs her back. Everyone heaves a sigh of relief.

Osiris who had just arrived makes a slow descent next to them. “Cass, I understand you hate everyone and whatnot but if you throw yourself down there, chances are you might end up worse than Todd the moment they choose to bring you back from the dead. Or if you choose down a dark path now, you might end up the way Adam did years ago.”

The girl simply nods. “ I might as well go clear my mind of things for a while.”

He comes closer to her. “You know, you could have simply asked and I would gladly take you home with me so that you can get some breathing space since quite frankly, you need some of that.’ She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Let’s go.’ She wraps her arms around his neck with him wrapping his arms aorund her securely and together they fly away.

“Wait....that was it?“ says Garfield, earning a smack across the head from Raven. “Oww!!” he grumbles. Tim meanwhile stares up at the sky with jealousy in his eyes which is funny considering his relationship with Stephanie. 

So she has choosen him hm? This whole shit was a setup to make that announcement.

[secondlifep]

Life update? What's new?

Hello there grey person of interest!  Thanks for the question...

Life for me is doing ok ...  Not amazing, not terrible, just ok.  

Work has been extremely busy the past month and a half, coming back from my five weeks in China, with a lot of political, and financial bollocks going on.  I could not even get travel approval for a few thousand bucks to attend a meeting in North Carolina next week.  But, alas, I work for a company that is run by finance, and whose focus is not on the long-term strategy of things, but on quarterly market moving outcomes...  Capitalism at it suckiest...  Couple that with all the usual bureaucracy of and internal politics and that just adds more frustration to the guy that just wants to do the right things for the business and focus on kick-ass outcomes...

As a result, that means that I won’t have a trip to China in 3Q, which means I won’t get to see my love there for a little bit longer than I would like.

Worse yet is that it seems a real possibility that I won’t get approval for a 4Q trip either, which just makes the time separation even longer ... and that really really sucks ...  we do talk every day, but that is just not the same when you have such deep feelings of connectedness and emotions ...  We will manage through, of that I am certain...

As for other things, I am excited to see Bee back in the dating world and having good fortune, meeting some exciting new people and going on some dates.  That always makes me happy when she is experiencing happiness... Gotta love that compersion!

And, Autumn is coming, my favorite season of the year... so there is that to look forward to.

And kids getting back to school ...  one to high school and the other starting first year at university ... makes me feel young again.  ha!

Other than that it is mostly business as usual, keeping the family going, spending time with Bee, keeping connected with my love in China (I should really give her a code name) and trying to stay sane with work....

I hope all is well with all my Tumblr followers and you, too, my grey friend!

[petri808]

Change of Ascendancy

Nalu Love Fest Bonus day 10/27/17 Piercing prompt 

My final entry for this week.  Thank you for reading my stories, it was a blast writing them!  Please enjoy  : )  To read this story or more of my works, find me on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/users/Petri808/works

The 24-year-old blonde sets up her guest room, getting ready for her Saturday night client.  This evening will be the man’s twelfth session, but who was counting?  She plops down on a chair and looks at the clock, 8:20pm, he’ll be there at 9 she smiles to herself.  After working in this industry for a couple of years now, this was the first time she’s looked forward to a particular client’s visits.  Sure, there had been a handful of bad seeds, men who tried to push things past the rules set in the club but nothing she or the bouncers couldn’t handle.  Most of the guests were just average patrons, if you will, looking for something different, a little more exciting than the typical partner was comfortable dishing out.  

But she was no typical girl.  Realizing in her teen years that while she didn’t always need to be in charge, the most satisfying bedroom games for her seemed to stem from controlling the situation, unfortunately, she also quickly learned that most guys prefer it the other way around.  So, her sex life ended up being few and far between.   That is until she came of age and learned about the world of the dominatrix, where she could get her kicks and even better, get paid to do it.  Well, not that she’d call herself a true dominatrix, she didn’t just dish out pain like they are commonly known for, no she’d use either physical or mental tricks and tools to drive these men wild.  Of course, the key to this endeavor was always maintaining self-control, and never getting personally attached.  

But this guy tonight, he started out as one of her typical clientele, probably had a high demand, intense or stressful job that required a lot of concentration or control, and to unwind from such an environment, sought out the very opposite world of being dominated.  And, three months ago, he had walked in for the first time, an obvious newcomer that she had to school in the do’s and don’ts of this avant-garde style.  The first thing being their safe words or nicknames, hers was always “Star” and he had chosen “Dragon”, she later learned he had a small fascination with the mythical beasts, primarily the fire breathing types.  If for any reason something was too uncomfortable they could simply call out the other person’s name and the action would cease.    

She had no idea what he really looked like because she required them to wear head masks to conceal their identity, but what she could discern was that he had a sweet personality, a very nice body, not to mention a ‘package’ any girl might kill for and the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen.  He seemed close in age to her and always treated her with the utmost respect, never rude or demeaning, simply a very pleasant demeanor.  She couldn’t help looking forward to his now standing Saturday appointments.  In fact, lately she’s been skirting the rules of the club, absolutely no penetration but… while her job ordinarily doesn’t include any touching with their hands or other body parts, and mostly physical punishments with tools, with him she couldn’t seem to help herself…    

Natsu walks up to her door as he usually does, knocking first before entering.  She signals that it’s safe by buzzing him in from a second room where she waits.  He follows the now well-known routine of putting on the mask she has laid out for him and stripping down to his boxers before knocking on the second room’s door to let her know he was ready.  Lucy’s policy is the client can wear anything else they choose to bring with them, but the mask is mandatory; he just chooses to be in only his boxers since he’s too embarrassed to bring anything more, wild.  As she enters the room, she sees a huge grin on the man’s face just light up.  “Well hello…. Dragon…”          

By the time he left his apartment that night, he was practically giddy over getting to see her.  Saturday had become his secret pleasure and he spent most of the week simply rushing through it just to get there.  He didn’t know what it was about this woman that had struck his soul, but she just seemed to know exactly what would drive him utterly mad with passion.  So often he found himself dreaming that his once a week trysts could become a more permanent situation but alas, it was probably a fantasy held by many of her clients.  Who wouldn’t fall in love with a woman who could not only pander to your deepest desires but looked the part of a fashion model and still underneath the exterior facade you could sense the sweetness in her spirit; a total oxymoron of a doe eyed, sweet smiling, tongue pierced; if that’s all she’s marked with, whip wielding goddess.    

The sheer luck in finding her was thanks in part to a co-worker who recommended checking out the local Fairytail Club to help him unwind from their stressful job as firefighters.  His friend regularly visited a blue-haired woman that catered to his odd fascination with water and ice, that maybe developed because it was the very opposite element of what they deal with daily.  At first, he was hesitant, thinking that it was just an S&M club and he had no interest in being whipped and frankly assaulted; he dealt with enough pain from his day job.  So, he was thrilled to learn this club was different from the typical ‘sex’ clubs in that they focused on pandering to whatever the client required; within reason of course.  And this woman was adept at satisfying his desires without getting too rough.  

For the last three weeks, the sessions have taken a turn for the better, at least in his mind they have.  He knows that it might be hugging the line when it comes to not just the policies of the club, but even the original rules set forth by the woman of how much physical interaction was allowed.   The thing is, she was the one initiating these ‘changes’ and hell if he was going to stop her.  Last week he found out how soft her lips could be…

“Good evening Star…” his ear to ear grin giving away his excitement.  ‘Holy Fuck!’  Up till now, the woman’s outfits were black leather strapped or strapless bustier or corsets, tight mini-skirts with black fishnet stockings or leggings, sometimes studded or chained or otherwise adorned, with knee high stiletto boots; but always, always black in color.  Not tonight, no tonight she’s changed it up on him donning a scarlet red, strapless leather corset, a loose, black leather skirt that was so short, her firm little dairy-air peeked out from the bottom edge, and the end of her stunning stems, 5-inch high stiletto’s that really accentuated her calves.    

Lucy sashays up to the young man tapping her riding crop on her thigh and smiling.  His eyes following each swish of her hips with the hunger of a starving man, so much so, that he forgets himself and reaches out to grab them.  Poking his chest, “Tsk, Tsk…” she wiggles her finger and raps the back of one of his hands with the tool.  “You’re being naughty tonight and bad boys require punishment…  Now get on the bed and cuff one of your hands to it!”

“Y-yes ma’am…”  As soon as he turns to walk towards the bed, Lucy strikes his ass with the crop.  “Tss…” he winces slightly from the sting but continues to climb onto the bed and cuff his left hand.

“Oh, stop your simpering, I barely hit you.” she scolds while pushing him down onto his back.  After securing both ankles, she crawls over and straddles his hips, another new move on her part, while she leans forward to strap a collar and chain around his neck.  His breathing almost stops for a second when her ample breasts push down against his chest.  “But, I think I’ll be nice tonight and leave your right hand free… just in case.”  She pulls on the end of his leash, “Now what shall our game be today…”  

~~xx~~

The following Wednesday, Lucy readies herself in the mirror, last minute primping before her date arrives.  They had met online through a blog about her favorite anime about a month ago and tonight was their forth date.  It was a little uncanny how well they seemed to get along, it was almost as if they had been old friends that simply found each other again.  This firefighter was such a gentleman with her but very serious and well she wouldn’t call it controlling, just cautious.  She figured it had to do with his job, always having to be on alert and frankly she didn’t mind playing the damsel in distress sometimes.  

She hears the knock on her door and opens it.  “Hi Natsu.”

He holds out his hand to her, smiling.  “Hey Lucy, you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she adjusts the strap of her purse and takes the offer.

“You look great tonight, Luce.” He beams at the gorgeous blonde on his arm, still in awe that he managed to land such a babe.

She bushes mildly as his twinkling green eyes pulls her into its spell, “You look very handsome yourself Natsu.”  

Dinner was a simple affair for the budding couple as they laugh and converse about their week, the anime that brought them together, or just anything that pops into their thoughts.  Afterwards they decide to get some drinks at a quiet little lounge, settling nicely into one of the intimately tucked, corner booths.  After a couple of hours and a few rounds of drinks in them, things are starting to grow steamier than either had expected.  Normally, Lucy waited until a couple of months to go any further than a good night kiss but there was just something about this guy that made the blonde wanna throw out the rule book and alcohol was making that decision much, much easier…

It didn’t take long before her dominating side revealed itself as she climbed half on his lap and his hand was riding high on her thigh in a full blown make out session.  As his digits travel further under her skirt she slaps his hand gently, “Behave Natsu, there’s plenty of time for that later…”  Her soft yet firm instructions evoke a spark of covetousness only his Saturday master has been able to pull out of him in recent months and he shudders at the idea that he’s found another perfect girl…

“Yes, Princess…”  he whispers back, cognizant of the fact they are in a public place.

She grins while trailing her lips along his jawline, “I like that.  Will you be good for your Princess and do as she asks?”

“Uh-huh…”

Lucy giggles at the idea she’s found the perfect guy for her.  “That’s good, and if you behave… this Princess will reward you…”  And to accentuate that notion she runs her hand against the developing bulge of his pants.  “Now,” she moves his hand back to her ass, “you may hold but nothing more until I tell you.  Nod if you understand.”  He does.  

Doing a quick scan around the room to note there is no one nearby, the blonde untucks his shirt from his slacks and runs her hands under them, feeling around at the rock-hard muscles that flex beneath her gliding fingers, she traces lines and follows towards the cut of his pecs.  Natsu’s eyes roll back as she leans in to capture his mouth with her own and moans quietly at the delicious flavors hitting his taste buds.  When she pinches his hardening nipples that groan deepens.  “Shh…” she scolds him and bites his lip.  

“S-sorry, Princess.”

“Do you want me to stop?  Is this too much for you out in the open like this?”

“No…” his voice breathy and full of lust.  “I’ll try to be quiet.”

“Good…” nibbling his ear lobe, “Cause I find this very arousing.  Do you like it when I’m more excited?”

“Oh, yeah…”

Reaching into his pants she takes ahold of his throbbing member.  He bites down hard on his lip, gritting his teeth and tilting his head back as she strokes it with a gentle and steady rhythm.  “Such a big boy Natsu…” purring like silk in his ear, her whispers only meant for his listening pleasure, “I can just imagine him spreading me wide,” she moans, “sliding in and out of my pussy dripping with our sweet nectars…  so deep in my cave…” his cock trembles in her hand, “…hitting harder… and harder…” he squeezes her ass as those images flood his brain too…  “and your hands…  I want them groping every inch of my body.  I wanna tremble in your arms from all the wonton decadence of your touch upon my skin…” feeling precum leaking over her fingers, she moans against his neck, “can you imagine it…  the pressure building until you finally release all that pent-up essence…”  Groaning, “Mmm…” she licks along the edge of his ear, “would you like that Natsu?”  

“Oh, Fuck yes!” his breathing is ragged.  “But please,” begging, “Princess… if you keep going, I’m gonna cum right here!”

Lucy stops stroking and removes her hand, “We wouldn’t want that yet.  Shall we continue at my apartment?”  

“Yes.  Please Princess.”

“Very well.” Stroking his cheek, “You’ve been a good boy and I think you deserve your reward.”

They walk the few blocks back to her apartment.  Along the way, Natsu is still in shock at what just happened.  She turned him into putty in such a short period of time!  “Lucy, c-could I ask you something?”

“Sure Natsu.”

“How did you do that?  I mean, how did you figure out my triggers so quickly?”

She shrugs her shoulder, “Maybe because I observe and learn people’s personalities to help me in my writing.”  Of course, she wasn’t gonna tell him the truth about her weekend job, the idea of a sex club worker might scare him away and with their relationship going so well there was no way she wanted to risk that.

“Hmm, well you’re definitely… really, really good at it.”  

Squeezing his hand, “Thanks, I appreciate that.  Not too many guys like, you know, letting the girl control things.”

Grinning, “I’d let you control me anytime…”

The second they reach the sanctity of her third-floor apartment, Lucy pins Natsu against the wall rubbing her thigh against his groin and caressing his cheek.  “Be a good boy for me and wait on the couch…” she nibbles his ear, “I’m gonna change in the bedroom to something more comfortable…”

“Mmmm…” he groans, “Anything for you Princess.”

She taps his cheek and sashays out the room leaving the man to wonder what was gonna happen next.  As he sits fidgeting on her couch he looks around the apartment noting that it looks like a typical female’s abode though more on the trendier side.  Black leather sofa and love seat with an oval shaped glass coffee table and flat screen tv hooked to what seems to be a karaoke machine.  The room was separated from an average sized kitchen by an island with three high backed bar chairs, and there appeared to be an adjacent dining area that had been converted into more of an office space.  On a glass, L shaped desk was a pink laptop, printer and a couple of books sitting on it.  Next to the desk was a bookshelf containing several volumes and what appeared to be reams of papers, maybe her manuscripts, he wonders.  

A distinct sound of an opening door causes him to turn around in his seat.  Standing in the dimly lit frame is what he can only describe as that woman you’ll see in the pinup mags but will never actually meet in person.  He gulps at the sight of the black lace of her negligee, all the curves of her buxom figure easily seen through the sheer material, including the fact there was nothing beneath it.  Perky nipples poke through the fabric taunting his mouth, he starts to drool, his eyes zero in on something shiny near her midsection and widen as it drifts lower at the smooth skin of her sex, devoid of any hair…  ‘Damn’  She looks so virginal yet he knows, you can’t judge this book by its cover.  But something else creeps in to his mind, this woman’s profile looks a lot like someone else he knows, it couldn’t be…  In this city of over 100,000 residents, what was the likelihood or luck of running into her on the outside?  

Dangling a pair of handcuffs, she beckons with her finger and he follows her commands like a love-sick puppy as she leads him deeper into the chamber and points at the bed.  “Strip and get on big boy.”  Once he removes all his clothing she takes them and piles it on a chair but grabbing his scarf to use in her games.  Prompting him all the way to the head board, she cuffs his wrists and attaches it to a short tether and swivel ring he hadn’t noticed earlier in the headboard above his head.  

Splayed out in all his glory, Lucy can’t help but fawn over the sight of such a picture-perfect male specimen, though somewhere in the back of her mind swears she’s seen this image before but she tucks the information away.  Knowing that he’s a firefighter means he must stay in peak physical condition but still, this guy obviously pays attention to his appearance.  Well-developed but not overly bulky anywhere, his toned and solid muscle structures are simply beautiful to look at.  She licks her lips, “Mmmm, Natsu, I must say you are just too fucking good looking…”  Climbing over the prone man, Lucy takes his own scarf and blindfolds him.  “Can you see anything?”

“Uhhh.” His voice strains and shudders as she grazes her lips over his ear.  “No, Princess.”  She pulls the negligee off and settles over his hard cock, his moan communicating volumes from the skin to skin contact; and this is just the beginning of her torture.  He bites down hard on his lip as he resists the urge to buck his hips, intuition tells him to stay still or this woman is gonna punish him for it.  

Resuming her handiwork, Lucy leans over, purposely pushing her breasts against his chest while she teases his ears and neck with oral treatments.  Soft velvety kisses intermingled with rougher, more firmly placed pressure; sucking or biting, with pulses of her wet muscle against his skin.  She licks at a scar on his neck, the texture of her tongue over the sensitive skin elicits more trembling moans out of the man.  “How’d you get this scar Natsu…” she breathes out the words between her kisses.

“Huh?”  a little dazed from her spell.  “I um, got it from a fight with my best friend…”

“Fighting with your best friend…”  still teasing around his scar, “Such a naughty man you are…  Over what?”

“Dumb reason…  To see who was stronger…”

“Oh…” she moves her lip caresses to his chest, “So who won?”

When her caresses turn to bites on his nipples he loses his train of thought for a second.  “Um… Fuck…” moaning, “…he did.”

She bites his nipple a little harder, “My big, strong fireman lost?  That deserves punishment…”

“But it, I was only 10…” he groans from her nips that have moved to other areas of his chest.

“I see…” she purrs and scrapes her nails along his sides and scoots lower over his legs.  “What about this one?”  pulsing her tongue over a scar on his abdomen.

“Saving a woman when she was being mugged.”

“Aww, now that deserves a reward…”

“Rew… oh fuck!” he cries out as something wet glides over his throbbing cock.  The little metal ball he senses running over his shaft is a new sensation he’s never experienced before.  He doesn’t quite understand what to make of the licentious piece of jewelry until it catches on some loose folds and creates a new twist of resistance and friction.  “Wow… that’s… different…”  Sinking her mouth over the large appendage, Natsu moans and can barely control his bodies reaction of twisting under her control.  He jerks at the cuffs holding him at bay, gritting his teeth with each palpitating stroke of her tongue.  “Luce…” Bucking his hips when she swirls around the head and massages the shaft with her lips.

The blonde stops her efforts and digs her nails into his thigh hard, “Remember, you said you’d be a good boy for me…”

He winces from the pain, “S-sorry Princess…”

“Sorry isn’t good enough…  You need to make it up to me.”

“H-how?”  Already images of being punished or whipped or something along those lines pop in his mind.  He feels her shifting on the bed, depressions in the mattress getting closer as if someone is crawling along its edge.  “Lucy?”  A deeper sinking on the left and right sides of his head.  “What are you…”  and then he smells it above him.

Kneeling over his face and using the headboard as grips, she balances her moist entrance right over his mouth, “Taste me…” she commands.  

“Yes, ma’am…” Natsu dives in with every inch of his tongue into her opening, consuming her folds and massaging her labia with his lips.  It’s frustrating not being able to see what he’d doing or use his hands but damn if her nectar wasn’t the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted before!  Lucy’s nails dig into the wood and toes curl as his fondling intensifies, lavishing her sex with the most amorous and sensual caresses any man has performed on her.  She tries desperately to stay in the roll of the dominant position, but that resolve is crumbling, and moans leach out of her uncontrollably.  Knowing the affect, he is having on her, he can’t help but grin as he goes in for the kill, sucking the bud of her rose.

Her legs tremble and knees buckle, “Damn it!” she cries out from the voracity and pressure he creates against her sex.  Unable to support her weight, she crashes against his face and his tongue slips inside her once more, flicking and plunging against her frenulum, “No!” she wants to stop him, but her body refuses to move an inch as the throes of an orgasm hit, spilling her juices all over his face.  Natsu continues his fornications, riding her wave for as long as she’ll allow, which surprising to him, was several minutes.  He had been sure that at some point Lucy would pull away to stay in control but that never happened.  The blonde finally flops over, still twitching from such an intense session, skin vibrating from the slightest touch.  When his arm grazes her side the muscles in her abdomen contract and tense up.  “Don’t touch me…” she utters.

“Sorry Princess.”  Still licking up what he can around his mouth and lips.  “Is that what you wanted?  I hope it was pleasing to you.”  She can hear the grin in his tone.

“It wasn’t exactly part of my plan…  that you’d be so fucking good at that.”  It was amazing, no doubt about it, but it also irritated her that she lost her way.  Now the blonde must figure out how to take back control… or should she?  Sure, it was her preference to have ascendancy in bed but maybe with him, and direction, as he was so willing to take from her, she could let him have some leeway…

Pulling the scarf from over his eyes, she sees the burning need staring back from them.  “Is everything okay, Princess?”

She reaches up and unlocks the cuffs, freeing his wrists.  “I’ve decided, your job isn’t over yet.” He looks at her cautiously.  “I want you to fuck me Natsu.  I want you to pleasure my body and make me quiver under your touch.”  Lying on her back with a pillow under her arched waist. “Now get on top of me!”

‘Is she for real?’  The surprised young man hesitates before positioning himself over her length.  “B-but I thought you’d be…”

“I am, now will you follow my instructions?  Or shall I go back to punishing you in other ways?”

“No.  I’ll do whatever you ask of me Princess.”

Lucy wraps her legs around his hips and squeezes, “Then get on with it big boy…”  Natsu pushes in slow and steady through her magnificently tight canal, moaning all the way until he is seated as far he can go.  She hums in delight at his girth already savoring the ride she’s about to be given.  

He leans in, hovering over breasts, lips sweeping over her nipples, “May I?”

“You may…” she purrs

“Mmmm…” Natsu can’t help but whimper at finally being able to suckle the mountainous peaks this woman possesses.  Droning vibrations against her soft pliant breasts keep her cooing, and the unhurried rocking of his hips timed perfectly soothe her aching core at least for now.  His hands begin to wander, brushing along her sides, even playing with the Leo zodiac symbol dangling from her taunt belly; he’s relishing in the slight groans they bring forth from the blonde.  With no idea how long, he’ll be allowed to play on his own terms, he simply focuses on giving her as much pleasure as he can because ultimately satisfying Lucy is what he yearns to do.  

Bringing one of her legs up, he rests it over his shoulder to open her up even more.  “You feel amazing Princess…” kissing a trail from her bosoms to her neck, sucking and caressing along the ridge of her collar bone, his teeth lightly scraping the bone making the blonde tremble.  He nibbles at her bottom lip asking for and receiving entry into another warm and moist orifice.  “Yummy…” he sighs in her mouth as his tongue dances with hers and she sucks on the textured appendage adding to the plethora of flavors for his buds tantalized amusement.  Her tongue ring is another matter.  Curious, he swirls his around the barbell noting the coolness of the metal even in the hot environment it lives in and jolts a bit when it clacks against his teeth the first time.

She chuckles at his explorations, as it is amusing but goads him into moving on by simply squeezing the inner muscles around his dick to break his attention.  While lacing her fingers through his hair and dragging her nails across his scalp, she runs her tongue over his canines, then bites at his top lip, pulling it between her teeth and letting it grate over the sensitive inner lining before releasing it.  Just that little move elicits a shudder from the man and provokes a response.  She wants to push him to go harder but without saying so, instead using moves that will produce the same results.  

Gripping her hip to hold it still, Natsu escalates his thrusts to a medium pace, sliding out along the entire length of the shaft then pushing back in until he can go no further, lifting just a tad at the end.  Her rumbling coos of contentment echo through his brain, firing off instructions at him to just take off at a sprint, but he wants to relish in this heated exchange not end it quickly.  The fire burning in his loins are already threatening his work enough.  But then again, it’s all about what her desires are…  “Ugh…  Princess…  May I… go harder?”

She pulls his face down and nibbles sharply on his bottom lip and rolls her hips into his next thrust; he got the response loud and clear; permission granted.  

Sitting back on his haunches and using that amazing upper body strength possessed by many a firefighter, Natsu lifts her by her torso and places her directly in his lap, impaling her core.  With his hands holding her rear securely.  Lucy is taken aback at the ease of this effortless move, at how he lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all!  Her eyes widen at the realization that she was about to lose any domination she once held over this man.  Should she call an end to this before he can go any further or should she just give in?  

Noticing the rattled expression in her face, “Did I take it too far Princess?  Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, I was just surprised at how strong you are.”

He can’t help the grin rising to the surface from her compliment.  “We train to lift a 200lb man and still carry them down several flights of stairs; you are a pleasure to pick up compared to that.  Shall I continue…”

“MmmHmm…” she rumbles, biting her lip in anticipation and gripping to his shoulders for dear life.  Staring at the flexing musculature of his arms as he boosts her up, it is a powerful reminder of what’s to come as he spears her against his shaft repeating the motion over and over, slamming so deeply into her, she can feel the reverberations against her organs; she cries out with each jab to her core.  Her eyes slam shut, and nails dig deep into his flesh, threatening to draw blood at any moment as her shrieks increase in pitch and duration.  Never, has this blonde been ravaged in such a way to leave her utterly speechless, but not just wordless, no, aching.  She’d always been the one dishing out the pain, not receiving it.  Unable to bear the brunt any longer, Lucy cries out for mercy in the only way she’s conditioned to do it in.  “Dragon!”  But as soon as the word dies on her lips, panic sets in and her eyes glue shut.

In an instant, Natsu halts his actions and almost drops her.  “Did you just say Dragon?!”

Cringing at what just came out of her mouth.  ‘What if he thinks I was fantasizing about another guy?!  Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!’  She peeks with one eye, terrified that what she’ll see is anger, but to her surprise the look on the man’s, now pale face is shock.  She opens both eyes.  “Natsu, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that…”

“Star?”

Now it’s her turn to be stunned.  Stammering, “Are you….  Oh my God….  You are my Saturday client!  I-I, don’t know what to…”  She scrambles off his lap and huddles against the headboard.  “I’ll understand if you wanna leave now…”

“Lucy…”

Covering her face with her hands, the blonde is too embarrassed.  She really liked this guy and it was breaking her heart at the thought of him possibly leaving.  “I know it could be a little weird to date someone who works in that kind of field…  I mean it’s just a side hobby for me but still…”

“Luce,” he crawls over to her and pulls her hands away from her face as tears stream down her cheeks, but her lids stay sealed.  “Lucy…  Please look at me…” Softening his tone as he wipes the moisture away.  

She shakes her head, “I don’t wanna watch when you walk away.”

“But…I’m not going anywhere.”

Opening her eyes in disbelief, “You’re not?”

He cradles her face in his hands, “Why would you think I’d leave just because of that?”

“Because, what I do is not normal.”

His smile softens, “Well then it’s a good thing I had a crush on both you and Star, huh?”  Lifting her chin, “How lucky for me they turned out to be the same girl.”

Tears trickle down once more but this time from happiness and a sparkle returns to her eyes.  She’d heard so many stories from co-workers how often relationships ended the moment they found out where they worked and while clients developing crushes was nothing new, here was a guy who liked both the fantasy persona ‘Star’ and the real Lucy.  “Really?” her eyes search his expressions for any possibility his words were not truly genuine, “I-I could quit that place, it’s not like I need the money.”

“I’ll be honest, I’d prefer not to think about my girlfriend servicing other guys, even though I know the rules you follow;” exhale, “but if it makes you happy, Luce, I wouldn’t make you quit.”

The sincere admission and consternation of his tone pull at her heartstrings.  He really was turning into everything she had ever hoped to find some day.  She sits up straight and puts her arms around his neck, “But if I have you now, I won’t need to get my fix from anywhere else.”

Grinning when he sees that spark he fell in love with returning, “Well, when you put it like that…” pulling Lucy gently down on her side, he leads her into a new make out session.  

“Natsu?”

“Yeah…” murmuring between the kisses.

“Could we go, slower for the rest of the night?”

He stops and smiles down at her, “Whatever your heart desires, my Princess…”

[sydneymaes]

the year of just realizing stuff

hello 2017 and the latest blog i have inevitably neglected!!! i’ve been wanting to reflect on 2016 for the past week or so but haven’t found (more accurately would be made) the time to do so. alas, i have finally done it. kylie jenner said it best at the beginning of 2016 it was the year of “just realizing stuff” so here are 16 things i realized in 2016. 

1. moving across the country, as far from home as possible, is bittersweet. going somewhere new and starting another adventure is filled with excitement for the unknown. moving cross country and ripping yourself out of your safe, comfort zone is terrifying and can get lonely. i handled it with what seemed like ease in my first semester. i was only homesick a few times because i was still so excited and i felt like i had mentally prepared for the adjusting period. i loved my new independence, the new city and the experiences but that didn’t stop me from missing my family gatherings and my friends a whole lot. i constantly go back and forth with loving the distance from home and wishing i could squeeze my dog or spend an hour cuddling my nephew at any second.

2. europe is rad. seeing places from my textbooks in real life amazes me more than i would like to admit to any teacher or professor. what i have seen of europe has been beautiful in it’s well-crafted, old age. i left excited to return and see more. spending 6 weeks in london was a cheesy dream; i’m so grateful for everything and everyone that was a part of my time there. going through italy and spain with my grandma was an experience i’ll cherish forever. there’s something special about long travel days that lead to some of the best sunsets and meals i’ve ever had.  

3. sometimes you lose and it’s hard, but humbling. despite all of the great things that happened this year i still had some moments of defeat that left a lasting impact. i had a semester kick my ass even though i thought it was going to be easy. i lost myself somewhere in mix of it all and have been feeling the repercussions for a couple of months. we lost one of the most important elections i could have imagined. we lost icon after icon this year even when it didn’t seem like it could get worse. the seahawks lost a few times and made me an anxious mess during 87% of the games they played. i lost to alcohol quite a few times (it’s legal in london). during each one of those losses my ego took a hit but i came out on the other end accepting the defeat and more humble than i went in.

4. finding people that understand you is wonderful. sometimes it’s as simple as understanding the tv references or the music you like. sometimes it’s having someone understand how obnoxious a class is or how overwhelming going to college can be. sometimes it’s having someone understand your whole life story rather than passing judgement or staring at you like an alien. finding someone who understands you in any form feels great and makes college that much easier.

5. support systems are necessary. i try my best to do everything on my own but it’s humanely impossible, and quite frankly more sad, to do it in such a way. i would be a dropout and potentially an idiot without my people. we’re programmed to need other people and it’s hard to remember that sometimes. i’m thankful for the words of encouragement, tough love, laughs, regular love and i guess the occasional money doesn’t hurt. 

6. roommates come in all forms. sometimes you share every intimate part of your life with them during week one and they end up helping you stay afloat. sometimes they are your go to encourager or pop culture junkie. sometimes they show you pet peeves you didn't even know you had. sometimes they teach you about people different from yourself. sometimes you only coexist with them and don’t move past surface conversation the entire time you live with each other. they’re all just fine and make it so you don’t sleep in a scary, empty room every night.

7.there are so many good tv shows i have missed out on. my new friends and online streaming have reminded me this year that i have barely scratched the surface of television and films that i need to see. it’s slightly overwhelming but thank god for tv breaks.

8. blogs are hard. i wanted to post more here and even get out the vlogs i filmed over the summer but i’m a great procrastinator and easily overwhelmed. maybe one day i’ll master it.

9. i definitely don't want to be an adult. paying bills, taking out loans and being responsible 100% of the time is not fun. i would like to never grow up sorry. i’m going to fight it for as long as i can.

10. podcasts are heavily underrated. i got a job this past semester at a place that allows for me to listen to podcasts while i’m working. i have started to dabble into the podcast world and it’s amazing to see how many are out there. there’s a podcast for every topic, tv show, or problem you could ever imagine. listening to conversations between hosts about different paths of life or stories told about a specific subject has been a nice addition to my week. sometimes i learn something valuable and sometimes i just get a laugh but either way podcasts are one of my favorite trends of 2016.

11. dogs are too good for humans. they’re sweet, spastic and the best de-stressors. thank god for strangers and their dogs on campus and for snapchats of my dog back home. my weeks were greatly improved by them.

12. i love where i am from. nothing compares to the evergreens that cover washington. leaving this year made me appreciate how gorgeous washington is. i always knew it, but not being able to see constant greenery and mt rainier every time i leave my house has made it even more special to come home. i love having the option to take just a short drive to the rivers or the mountains or the ocean. i can’t wait to be back for good.

13. admitting you need help and having honest conversations is difficult. as i said, i try to deal with most things on my own especially any problems i may be having. i have a few people that i go to for advice, sometimes, but i struggle with admitting i need help or that i’m having a tough time. sometimes it’s because of pride and stubbornness. sometimes it’s because of fear. whether that’s a fear of worrying others, burdening them, or fear of failure. in 2016 i think i struggled with my mental health more than i ever have. i struggled to find balance, i struggled to have honest conversations with anyone besides my therapist 3,000 miles away and i struggled with the fear of everything that comes along with a heavier season. the goal for 2017 is to be better at those honest conversations.

14. being an aunt is the coolest. leo was most definitely the best part of my 2016. traveling the world was great and all but nothing is as great as snuggling a baby and loving him with all of your being while still managing to not have the responsibility of being a parent. even though i’ve been away i still love watching him grow via the internet. i look forward to hearing about some new milestone he’s hit and seeing his sweet face. it can turn a shitty day around really quickly. shout out to my brother and his girlfriend for making my life and the rest of my family’s a little brighter with such a happy little guy.

15. self-care is essential. i’ve gone through waves this year of taking care of myself mentally and physically but at the end of the year i can report that not taking care of yourself leads to misery.i now know how important my routine is. how important it is for me to take time to be alone. how important it is for me to be around others sometimes. how important it is to set boundaries. how important it is to not eat garbage food all of the time. how important it is to have a creative outlet. how important it is to have some type of physical activity in my life. it’s a learning process filled with trial and error but frankly, without properly caring for ourselves we become toxic people. 

16. music remains one of the strongest sources of happiness in my life. it has become a foundation for some of the most positive relationships in my life. it has been something to lean on during the scariest moments of the year. it has been essential to some of the happiest moments of the year. live music has been the best escape from reality i could ever ask for in 2016. taking the time to listen to new music this year has reminded me how special it is to find something new you connect with and feel in your bones. listening to old music this year has reminded me of the moments i love to relive in my head.

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If a male at the age of 20 started driving, would the cost of insurance be cheaper then it would for him at 16?""

What is the best health insurance?

what is the best health insurance?

Would insurance cover it?

My husband was involved in a car accident 2 years ago...the people filed a claim/law suit recently over some 'injuries' (which is BS because he works with this guy and he was no injured), just 2 days before statue of limitation expires. Since my husband's work requires so much traveling, it was pointless for him to keep car/insurance if he never drives, we sold his car so he no longer has car insurance. Now that these people 2 years LATER decided to sue...would his old insurance take care of it since the accident happened while he did have car insurance? And he was driving a friends car at the time...not his own care.""

Insurance on a cr-z ?

i was looking into buying a honda crz and i couldnt get a insurance quote because td didnt kno about this car therefore it wasnt in there records i want it as a daily driver becasuse my work place is in hamilton and i live in missagua its a long trip and a hybrid is what i thought i would buy as my next car and i was wondering what insurance is on this car considering it is a hybrid but is a 2 seater 2 door car please no stupid answers

Which is the cheapest 50cc moped to insure?

Looking at getting a 50cc moped to get to work and back at the lowest price possible. im 20 and still getting high insurance quotes. i was originally looking at the Honda CBR 125 but the insurance was 2000.

Insurance Coverage?

My boyfriend and I found out not too long ago that I am pregnant, we plan to marry before the birth. Will I be covered on his insurance once married or will my pregnancy be deemed as a pre-existing condition? Any info is appreciated! Thanks!""

Cheap car & insurance for young male driver?

My brother is 23. He has passed his licence 2 years ago and his pass plus 1 1/2 years ago. He's still struggling to find a car & insurance that he can afford. He's not fussy about the type of car so long as it's not a girls car (ie chiqichenco). The insurance can be third party etc. He has a budget of 400 for the car, what should he buy? The insurance quotes so far for various 1.0l-1.3l cars have all been over 1000 which is out of his price range. Any help would be greatly appreciated. xxx""

How much will insurance cost me on a 1.6 Ford capri?

A year from now I hope to pass my driving test (hopefully with a pass pluss), in which case I will be 17 years of age and it would be my first car.""

Someone who knows California car insurance?

So my parents are out of town for the weekend and my aunt is watching us. My brother has his permit and he was driving my aunt & I around. My aunt was in the passenger seat. So my mom called saying that my brother can't drive until she gets back because he is not under her insurance. Is this true ? Or is she just saying that ?

I am retired federal employee & want info on car insurance rates?

I am retired federal employee & want info on car insurance rates?

How much should my car insurance go up if....?

Two years ago I got tickets for both running a stop sign and wreckless driving.And just now the state has turned it in to my insurance company who will drop me just because of those tickets,even though I had a good driving record before then.But Iam trying to work things out with them to see if I can get a deal. How much should my insurance go up?""

I have a 19 y\r girl who needs insurance (hasnt found job as no ones hiring here). Not in school. i need names?

We moved to Al to a smallnd no ones hiring and she isnt in college because we cant afford it. So turning 19 means shes no longer under hubbys ins. So we need affordable monthly payments for her to be able to go to dr, hospital etc...without us paying a LOT a month. I would like some insurance company names to check them out""

Roughly how much would the insurance cost on an Audi A3 1.4 cost at 17?

Roughly how much would the insurance cost on an Audi A3 1.4 cost at 17?

Does getting car insurance quotes lower your credit score?

I was wondering if getting multiple insurance quotes can significantly lower your FICO score due to inquiries..especially if you have a limited credit history..

Speeding ticket in california with no inssurance?

My friend jst bought a car from sacramento and i was driving it since it was manual he was jst learning and i was speeding in the freeway on a 70 went 86 and i got pulled over .. with no insurance since we were going to transfer hes old insurance in hes old car to this new one toyota xrs 06... how much will it cost me for the ticket and the no insurance please help me i have no idea what to do ?

Do teens with their permit need car insurance if their parents have USAA auto insurance?

please provide where u got this info from not jus u came up with it i need proof

Tuckerman Arkansas Cheap car insurance quotes zip 72473

Tuckerman Arkansas Cheap car insurance quotes zip 72473

Insurance Car coverage?

My car got flooded bacuase of the Hurricane IKE in the houston area. The current market value of this car is 9k but I still owe 13500 and I do not have GAP insurance. I had an offer for this car three weeks before the hurricane for 12k. As we all know insurance will only pay what it worth now. What are my possibilities for having the insurance pay it off sice this was a natural disaster.

Im pregnant and need insurance. Is there affordable prenatal insurance besides medicaid?

Medicaid denied me because I make 25 cents more than the allowed amount. I am 4 months pregnant and have not had any prenatal care due to lack of insurance and fighting with medicaid. Is there AFFORDABLE coverage that anyone knows about?

Liable for any outstanding premium? car insurance cancellation?

Car insurance cancellation - If you cancel your insurance more than 14 days after purchasing your policy, you will, depending on when you bought your policy, be entitled to a refund of your premium subject to the scale detailed in the policy booklet. We will also charge a 45 cancellation fee plus Insurance Premium Tax at the rate applicable at that time. A refund will not be given if you have had any claims during the relevant policy period. If you are paying by instalments, you will be liable for any outstanding premium I pay for my insurance in installments of 130 a month, i want to cancel my policy 4 months in. Do i have to pay the rest of the 1,600 for the year or just the cancellation fee of 45?""

Car insurance?..........?

Who gives the cheapest car insurance?!

Car insurance changes?

hi i have had my insurance since august and i have decided to buy another car and change it over, but as the insurance may be cheaper elsewhere than staying with my current insurer, if i cancel am i liable to incur costs? if they quote me more than another insurance company obviously i will go with the cheaper. i pay monthly not in whole.""

Regarding to Motorcycle insurance?

Hi, I'm 24, male. I plan on getting the Yamaha R6-I'll be financing the bike. I have some questions regarding to insurance of the bike. My friend owns a 06 Suzuki GSXR750, it was his first bike, and he is a fresh bike rider also. But his full coverage is only $120/month. While searching online (geico, Progressive, allstate), I find out that the full coverage for the bike itself is $487/month-which I found strange. Because I'm older than my friend, he's 22. I understand that you need full coverage(collision, comprehensive coverage) when you're financing a bike. My friend is also financing the bike. But how come his full coverage is way cheaper than what I've searched for? I also picked the $500 deductible on Comprehensive and Collision too. But the lowest I got was $487/month-if not $880/month. When I decline the Comp and Coll, my coverage is only $84/month. Why is there a big gap for my full coverage comparing to my younger friend with a bigger cc bike? 600 vs. 750.""

How much is one day car insurance?

My friends and I are going to be taking a trip to a place about 3 hours away, and returning the same day. We're borrowing a car and the owner is asking us to cover one-day insurance. I've had some trouble getting some quotes and I was wondering what a ballpark range is? Less than $50?""

Will my car insurance go up?

I just got a speeding ticket for going 14mph over. I pay my car insurance on a 6 month cycles and I just paid for the next 6 months at the beginning of the month. Is there any way the insurance companycan charge me more for the current 6 months or will my insurance not go up until my next 6 months bill? Thanks!

Do you have to be on the insurance of the car you use for your drivers license test?

I know the car you use has to have insurance but do you, the driver, have to be on that policy?""

Do I need to add my name under car insurance?

Hi I just got California driving license.My dad has liability insurance.We have old car so we are paying 300-400$ per year for it.I will not regularly driving that car then what should I need to do? Do I have to add my name under current insurance policy and is it illegal to drive without adding my name? People with 2 or more cars have which type of insurance? seriously we are new here and don't know much about this rules and what people do? I'll be highly thankful to you guys.

How to get my stolen car's value back from insurance?

Hi, my car was stolen from a repair shop that I had left overnight for maintenace work. I say they are negligent for not securing the keys. I filed a claim through their insurance and through my insurance thinking mine would go after them and give me a fair price for what I payed, not the current market value. I heard about the arbitration. Any suggestions on steps I can take to recover more money? plus why should I pay the deductible? Shouldn't I receive money from both insurances? I also incurred other expenses, I had to spend money on notaries, lost time from work, gas money making all these trips for the investigators etc. Thank you very much for any advice.""

How has the highly competitive and free market capitalism of Health Insurance Co worked for the last?

How has the highly competitive and free market capitalism of Health Insurance Co worked for the last? 70 years for Americans? I can only speak for Kanucks... the #1 most popular service the gov't provides for is Universal Health Care coverage, I think the #2 is a Timmies LgDD and a Maple Dipped..""

What's the cheapest 1 day car insurance?

What's the cheapest 1 day car insurance?

""How much more will it cost to add another car to insurance for a teenager with license, already have to cars?""

I have already two cars with Mercury insurance, and how much more will the price raise to add a third car to Insurance for a teenager who has license""

Can the government require us to buy insurance?

If the government requires us to buy insurance, cant they force us to buy anything they want? Couldnt they also forbid us to buy something they dont want us to buy? What happens if the insurance cost a million dollars and we don't want to buy it? We can no longer refuse to buy it. We are required to buy through the government. How does that empower the consumer?""

Do you think IQ should be used in determining car insurance rates?

Do you think IQ should be used in determining car insurance rates?

Can anyone recomend some cheap insurance companies for drives who have completed pass plus?

I'm 18, soon to be 19, and have been trying to get a quote on a 1998 vauxhall corsa, and the only 1 i got before was ridiculously high. I know it being an older model is going to make a difference, but does anyone know from personal experience or whatever which insurance companies offer decent insurance prices to young drives, who have completed the pass plus scheme? Thanks, much appreciated!""

How much information can car insurance companies see when you get a quote?

I let my car insurance lapse about a year ago and have been driving without it (I know, not good) and my girlfriends dad is an agent here in ohio. he asked to quote and i gave him my information... can he see that i dont have insurance? what about my credit report?""

Car insurance ?

ok heres my problem. i am 18 and i just finished a drivers ed program i want to get my license but i cant because in order to take the road test to get my full license (not a learners) i need a car on which i am insured but i cannot buy a car because in order to even buy a car you need to have some one in the house which you live in who has car insurance and no one in my family drives so they dont have insurance as you can see im in a cycle that i cant get out of... what do i do?

Car insurance coverage - with temporary car drivers?

sir, i bought a car for my brother in india,on his name...he doesnt have any drivers license..so always had to rely on call drivers or temporary drivers for driving the car. in that case,if any acccident happens,will the claim still be honored even it is not driven by the owner..as long as the driver as the driver has a valid driver license. i came across a situation with my friend..where in the call driver ran away from the scene after the accident..can we still make the claim even in this case? i see in my car insurance it has owner-driver coverage...what is that.. is there any add on that i need to add to my insurance so that it covers even if driven by any temporary or call drivers..""

Car insurance after customization?

If I put a body kit, new wheels, etc... onto my car will it affect insurance? Do I need to let them know? Before? What about the warranty, I have bumper to bumper warranty.""

""Claiming to have gotten my license at 16 years of age, for cheaper car insurance?""

I found out when getting a car insurance quote, that if you claim to have gotten your license at 16, it will lower your quote, and you can pay it right there online...my question is, will the company look for the issue date on your license? if they do, will they adjust your payments?...""

What a good car insurance for a teenager?

Okay I'm 16, almost 17, I'm in drivers ed, I have my own truck. I live in Vermont, I get average grades in school, what is a good car insurance, that also has sorta low rates (I make around $500 a month)""

Do you think which is better for a 1984 corvette classic car insurance or regular car insurance?

I am planning on getting a 1984 corvette but the insurance for it is a little too high.i just found out about classic car insurance but i really don't know much about it.but for classic car insurance,am i limited to a certain number of things like how far i can drive my car,when i can drive,etc?will the insurance actually be less or more for classic car insurance?and what is the best classic car insurance company i should go with?""

Is Obamacare insurance.?

at Healthcare.gov they will be doing quotes on October 1 so is the Government selling there own version of Insurance

Tuckerman Arkansas Cheap car insurance quotes zip 72473

Tuckerman Arkansas Cheap car insurance quotes zip 72473

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