#but eventually it settles into a place where you just get to smugly hold it over their head

[astrowarr]

obsessed with the delivery of "bigb treated me right..." "oh my g- i built you a panda reserve!" truly felt like a rehashing of a long settled argument.. like two people who have moved along and they aren't even angry anymore. but they'll play into it as if it isn't a thoroughly healed and forgiven scar at this point

[spiderg0th]

Established or mutual pining with Hobie Brown 🥺 maybe he's teasing the reader who is also a spider person (maybe include a kiss fake out or a chin tilt, something cutesy that gets the reader flustered). Maybe they're working together to capture an anomaly, and the reader is playfully annoyed?

(Hope that made sense!🥺)

can i kiss you?

hobie brown x spider person! reader

desc you visit his world for the first time.

wc 925

warning contains small spoilers from atsv (though it takes place before the events of the movie) and a mention of an injury.

Squinting as your eyes adjusted to the flashing array of colors from the portal, you removed the hand that shielded your face as an entire new world came into view. Taking a moment to take in your surroundings, you stood in awe at the vast landscape before you: large buildings featuring colorful billboards dominated the landscape. Everything flickered and changed shape every couple of seconds—it was unlike anything you had ever seen before. That was saying something because despite your short time in the Spider Society, none of the other worlds you had visited came anywhere close to this.

“Impressed?” Hobie questioned smugly, and even though you couldn’t see his facial expression due to his mask covering it, you knew that he was probably smirking.

“You were right, it’s certainly something.” You responded, pressing a few buttons on your watch, letting headquarters know that you both had safely traveled to Earth-138. An anomaly of Kingpin from another dimension had shown up in Hobie’s, so naturally, Miguel paired you together to handle it. Not only did you work well together, but Miguel trusted you to make sure that Hobie would get the job in a timely manner.

“I know exactly where it is. Just grab on so we don’t have to waste anymore time.” He spoke before bending over slightly so his lanky frame was closer to the ground.

“You’re joking right?” You asked incredulously, attempting to hide the uneasiness from your voice. If you were being completely honest with yourself, being piggybacked around by your crush sounded more than pleasant, but you didn’t want to give him any indication of your feelings. Besides, wouldn’t “fraternizing” like this be breaking some sort of Spider Society rules? Relationships between two spider people from different dimensions didn’t exactly sound like something Miguel would be in favor of. Then again, you rarely agreed with his policies anyway.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked again, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “You scared or something?”

“What? No?!” You said agitatedly before reluctantly wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Alright, hang on.” You knew from spending so much time with him that Hobie’s style of swinging around was more erratic than most, but you weren’t expecting it to be this wild. It was taking every amount of restraint within you to not let a scream rip from your throat. It was bad enough that you were sure he could feel your rapid heartbeat.

“Hold on, hold on.” He stopped on the top of a nearby building and you set yourself back on the ground.

“Are we here already? The watch says he’s much farther from here.” You state, looking around at the bustling streets below.

“No. You’re almost strangling me with your arms. We’ll get there soon.” Not even giving you a moment to protest, he places your left arm around his shoulder and his right around your waist. Securing a web on another skyscraper, you were off. Although this position was far more comfortable, it was also more embarrassing. Even though you were thankful he couldn’t see your expression beneath your mask, you still felt the need to hide your face in his neck. When you eventually reached the location where Kingpin was, you couldn’t deny the disappointment you felt when his arm slipped away and he set you on the ground.

Setting yourself down next to him on the ledge, you let out a sigh of relief because Kingpin was finally caught. He would have to settle for being tied together with webbing for now, as Miguel and Jessica weren’t there to physically take him back to the Spider Society Headquarters. He put up one heck of a fight, but it wasn’t something neither of you couldn’t handle. That didn’t mean you escaped the battle unscathed though. You caught Hobie examining your features when you slipped your mask off your face. If you weren’t so tired you would actually be embarrassed at the attention.

“Wait, look at me.” He said quietly, tucking a finger under your chin so he could look at your face more closely. He was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning your cheek.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“No.” He didn’t have a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which was kind of alarming to you. “It’s just a cut… gonna look sick once it’s healed.” You felt disappointed again, he was just looking at an injury on your face, nothing special. Assuming that he was done, you attempted to move your head back forward but his voice stopped you.

“Can I kiss you?” That’s not what you were expecting at all. Not thinking much, you immediately nodded your head and you could’ve sworn that you saw him smile before he leaned in. Unfortunately for you both, your watches decided to go off when your lips were only about a few centimeters away from each other.

“We’re here.” Hobie rolled his eyes as you stood to your feet. “Send the location of Fisk and meet us there.” As usual, Miguel had terrible timing. Before you could utter a word to Hobie, he swung to a building below and turned back to face you.

“You coming down here or do you need me to come back up there and grab you again?” He shouted jokingly.

“Shut up!”

While the day didn’t end up going exactly how you wanted it to, you were happy because one thing was certain: Hobie liked you back, and that was all that mattered.

[clumsiestgiantess]

Gnawing on this juicy list as I g/t-ify as many of these scenarios as possible. A fair amount of them I’ve written in various stories, so I’d say I’m doing pretty well for myself in the fluff department (between horror shorts)

(check what the numbers are in the above post before reading the g/t-ified version so you’re not confused!)

SO MUCH FLUFF OMG I WOULD DIE HAPPY IF JUST ONE OF THESE HAPPENED TO ME! PLEASE I WANT IT I BEG!!!

T sitting on G’s shoulder, messing with the strands of hair that fall around them, maybe collecting up a few into little braids; G gently brushing a stray lock of hair from T's face, the side of their finger sliding down their chin as they do so

T in cold weather, sitting on G's turtleneck sweater, smirking as they slip between the cozy fabric and G’s neck; G being a little cocky and lifting T up by the scruff of their turtleneck sweater

G sneaks up behind T and slyly wraps their fingers around them, squeezing like they might grab them in a fist, but not quite.  “Hello, little one,” they whisper, smirking as they feel T shudder in their grip.  T feels G's grip loosen and quickly seizes one of their fingers, pulling it back against their chest

T being hassled by other tinies, only to lean back calmly against a thick tree trunk, and jab a thumb smugly upwards.  The others look up to find G glaring down at them and they go running.  T and G burst into laughter once they’re gone

T sleeping on their side, only to feel someone slide behind them and pull them close.  They get a momentary heart attack because their SO is a giant and shouldnt be able to do this to them so who is spooning them!?  Only to realize it's G’s hand acting like another person as a thumb gently slides over their arm.  Oh, they slide backwards until their back is pressed into G's palm, and settles down happily

Ok this one's a given in g/t; T resting on G's chest to listen to their heartbeat and the air rushing through their lungs.  But what if it’s the reverse?  G asking softly if they can listen to T's chest too, guiding them gently to the side of their head as their ear presses softly against their chest.  Very faintly, they can hear T's little breaths and feel their heart pulsing against their skin

T, while laying close to the side of G's head, brushes a soft hand along the curve of their ear and whispers sweet nothings to G as they lay there in bliss; G tapping T on the shoulder, and as they turn around, G whispers something sweet (or suggestive) to T as they turn and T blushes

Again, another common thing in g/t where G asks T if they're too overwhelming, but let's reverse it.  T is so excited that G finally has the courage to try something more intimate with them after being cautious for so long, but as T starts to get into it, they can clearly tell G is holding back. They stop, worried.  “I'm.. not being too much for you, am I?  Are you still ok with this?”  G sheepishly says they're a bit nervous they’ll hurt them accidentally. T smiles sweetly and backs off slightly, assuring G they’re perfectly safe with them

Cuddles and snuggles!!!  T play-wrestling with G's hand, dodging between fingers and sliding around grasps before snuggling into their palm as G eventually just places a hand over them like a big heavy blanket to end the fight

T clambering up G’s shirt to their neck and excitedly kissing it over and over again, exhilarated that they made it to the top; G kissing T normally before slyly moving just a bit lower and pressing their lips gently to T’s neck, feeling their little pulse thrumming wildly beneath it

T having a grand time peppering G’s face with kisses because there’s so much space to cover; G trying to kiss T on the lips only to end up plastering T’s entire face with kisses instead because they’re just so small

G tucking T gently under their chin after lying down, lowering their head or jaw just slightly so T is pinned softly beneath them; T resting their chin on the tip of G’s nose, gazing dreamily up into their eyes

T sitting on G’s shoulder, inconspicuously sliding closer and closer to their neck until they’re nearly touching it, too shy to actually get that close.  G notices this and shrugs their shoulder, nuzzling T gently against their neck while assuring them it’s ok for them to get closer

(Alexis moment) Finding T in no shape to get home themselves, G scoops them up and brings them back in their own hands, even reaching through the window or balcony door of T’s home to deposit them safely into bed

T with their own separate small apartment within G’s larger one, sending little flashlight signals to G to show that they’ve returned home safely without having to yell across the large space

A more feral giant that hibernates in the woods gets a little snuggle buddy every time T stops by.  Just because G is sleeping almost constantly doesn’t stop T from visiting them and keeping them company.  And vice versa!  A feral tiny who usually hibernates in a large group now hibernates with their large SO.

G kissing T passionately before finally letting them go to take a breath, chuckling at T’s dumbstruck expression as their breath lightly rustles T’s hair

G is so big compared with T that when they kiss T can lean in further and snatch breaths of air from inside their mouth rather than having to pause the action and pull away from G

T threading their body through G’s fingers, pulling their hand around themself until it’s snugly pressed against, around, and through their whole body

T kissing G so many times to ‘breakeven’ with just one of G’s massive kisses; G kissing T so many times to see how many it takes until they can cover every inch of T’s body

T wanting to hold G’s hand, so G presses the very tip of their finger against T’s palm as T closes their fingers over it in stunned awe

Ok this one’s basically g/t already.  T and G pressing their hands lightly together to marvel at the vast difference in scale before pulling away, wondering about the other.  T stares at their palm as they lightly press their pinky finger into it, wondering what it would feel like holding a hand that miniscule.  G putting their hand against a wall, tracing out a giant hand around it with their eyes as they try to imagine what that gigantic limb alone would look like compared to them

G lovingly stroking T’s hair and back while they’re asleep, unaware that they’d actually woken T up that way.  T doesn’t mind the wake up call; in fact, they pretend they’re still sleeping just so G can continue loving them

Playful banter between G and T where they mock eachother for the ‘normal’ things they’ll never be able to do.  Then G chuckles and says “Normal’s overrated anyways,” while sliding their hand over T and hoisting them teasingly in the air

T desperately not wanting to get up for the day but G needs to.  G smirks and hoists T up as T groans, thinking they’re being forced to get up, only to sigh lovingly as they're placed in G’s soft dark pocket (or somewhere more intimate) to be taken with them and continue sleeping

This but it’s G’s hand that T brings closer around themselves; T sliding their arms up and around G’s neck to hug them, just barely able to touch the tips of their fingers together behind G’s neck because it’s so big

T getting surprised while they’re loving G because they’re so used to hearing G’s echoing loud voice, but now it’s so soft they can only feel the vibrations of it in G’s throat and chest

T using G’s cheek like a squishy wall to lean up against or bury their face in, snuggling up to them before coming to lay with their back resting against it as they simmer down and fall asleep

G getting out of bed with the caution and stealth of a ninja just to keep from rocking the bed too much and waking T.  T waking up sprawled across G’s face and being so so careful as they get up to avoid pressing too closely to G’s eyes, nose, or mouth and waking them

T’s itty bitty kisses tickling the lips of G, causing them to chuckle and send rumbling vibrations through T’s whole body, echoing through their hollow chest

List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts 

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so. 

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat. 

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in. 

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak). 

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them. 

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.) 

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already. 

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging. 

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.) 

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips. 

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids. 

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint? 

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower. 

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes. 

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer. 

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest. 

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

[blu-joons]

When You Get Sleepy ~ The Boyz Reaction

Sangyeon:

As soon as he felt your head rest against his shoulder, Sangyeon knew that you were on the verge of settling down for a good sleep. “Keep your eyes open,” he whispered across to you, “let’s go to bed if you’re tired.”

You reluctantly opened your eyes as they threatened to close, “what about what you’re doing? You’re not tired just yet, are you?”

“No,” he laughed, “but I can play on my phone whilst tucked up in bed, you can’t fall asleep on my shoulder otherwise you’ll wake up with a huge pain in your neck tomorrow morning.”

“It would be worth it though.”

“Y/N,” Sangyeon laughed, shaking his head at how stubborn you were, “I know that if you woke up with a sore neck or back tomorrow you would still blame it on me despite me telling you not to fall asleep here.”

Your head shook, “I can’t believe you’d accuse me of such a thing Sangyeon.”

“I know you too well,” he replied, poking against your cheek, “it’s bed for you, whether you want to argue or not with me.”

“Fine, I guess going to bed wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.”

Jacob:

With the movie coming to an end, and the night drawing in, Jacob’s eyes looked down to you in his lap, only to see your eyes closed. “Y/N?” He questioned, gently shaking you awake, “the film is finished if you want to sleep?”

Your head shook as you curled in further towards his lap, “I’m too tired to move, I’m happy just sleeping here, it’s nice and comfortable too.”

“It might be comfortable for you,” he laughed, shaking you again as you tried to close your eyes, “I’ll carry you up to bed if you want, but we’ll both regret staying here for the whole night.”

“Will you really carry me?”

“Of course,” he replied, sliding out from underneath you, “just stay where you are and I’ll have you tucked up in bed in no time,” he added, placing his hands underneath your body, carefully lifting you up in the air.

Your hands instantly landed against his chest, “you’re so strong.”

“I know,” he smugly laughed, making sure you were settled before he started walking, “and I didn’t even disturb you too.”

“You were effortless, and my eyes are still shut too.”

Younghoon:

The moment that you curled around Younghoon’s arm; he knew exactly what was happening. “Getting tired?” He quizzed as your footsteps began to slow on the long walk back from the studio to your home.

Your head nodded as Younghoon held onto you for support, “all I want to do is sleep, and there’s still so far ahead of us to go yet.”

“Why don’t you sleep on my back?” He offered, stopping the two of you in the middle of the path, “it’s not that far, I can piggyback you that short distance, and you can have a good rest too.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Why not?” He chuckled, leaning down in front of you so that you could hop on, “it’ll get us home a lot quicker too, I know exactly what you’re like when you’re tired, your feet barely go in front of one another.”

Your eyes looked down at his back, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course,” he assured, grabbing onto your legs as you hopped onto his back, “just make sure that you hold on really tight.”

“Just be careful, I’m trying to sleep up here now.”

Hyunjae:

The pout on your face was all that Jaehyun needed to see to know what you wanted, opening his arms out for you to walk into. “If you’re tired, go to bed,” he suggested as you made yourself comfortable against him.

Your head shook as he pressed a kiss against the top of your head, “I want to go to bed with you, not by myself, it’ll be too lonely.”

“I’ll be done soon,” he promised you as he continued to track the download of his work on the screen, “and then I promise that I’ll be yours for the rest of the night to cuddle.”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he estimated, smiling as your grip around him tightened. “I’ll take that as a sign that you’re happy to wait fifteen minutes?” He questioned, unsurprised when your head nodded back at him.

You smiled gently, “I don’t want to let go of you now too.”

“You might have to let go so I can change into something comfortable,” Jaehyun tried to tell you, but your head shook in reply.

“Find a way to do it so that I don’t have to let go.”

Juyeon:

A soft sigh came from you as you found Juyeon sat in the spare bedroom, walking up behind as soon as you could and wrapping your arms around him. “What’s wrong?” He asked, pausing his game to look back at you.

You smiled weakly as you met his eyes, “I was just feeling a little sleepy, so I thought I’d come and see what you were up to.”

“Did you?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows, “so I guess you would be alright if I said that I hoped you had a good nap and then went back to playing my game, without napping with you?”

“You know what I really meant.”

“You want me to come and nap with you?” He asked, although he already knew what the answer was. “You should have just said,” he joked, smiling widely as your eyes widened back at him too in surprise.

Your eyes glared across at him, “I can still learn to hate you, you know?”

“You could never hate me,” he smiled, taking his headphones off, “come on, I guess I can spare half an hour to nap with you?”

“Half an hour? I’m not letting you go that easily.”

Kevin:

His smile instantly grew as Kevin looked down to see your head resting in his lap, your eyes staring up at him. “Yes?” He smiled, knowing straight away that you had a look on your face that wanted something.

You hummed back up at him, “I’m tired,” you whispered, grabbing onto both of his hands, “and I think that you are too.”

“I don’t think I am,” he laughed in reply, “I think I’m wide awake right now, but I also think that someone wants me to be sleepy so that I can go upstairs and nap with them, am I right?”

“Please, I want to cuddle you.”

“And what do I get from it?” He teased, unable to stop himself from laughing as a frustrated pout appeared on your face, “because I’m rather comfortable sat here, and I’m enjoying watching this programme as well.”

You sighed loudly, “I’ll do whatever you want, if you just come and nap with me.”

“Whatever I want?” He questioned, making sure that he’d heard you right, “you might end up regretting that you know?”

“I won’t, for once I will literally do whatever just to get a cuddle.”

New:

The feeling of your head resting against his back as he cooked instantly caught Chanhee’s attention, glancing back at you. “Why don’t you get some sleep before dinner?” He suggested as he noticed your eyes close.

Your arms instead snaked around his waist, “can I just sleep here and follow you around? You won’t know that I’m even here.”

“I’m pretty sure a nap on the sofa would be much more comfortable,” he tried to suggest, but your head shook back at him, “how am I supposed to cook with you holding onto me too?”

“That sounds like something you should figure.”

“It’ll be you that goes hungry,” he continued to tease, purposefully walking you past the pan so that you could smell what was cooking. “It’s one of your favourites too, I’d hate for you to miss out on eating it Y/N.”

Your head shook against him, “have I ever told you how much I hate you teasing?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice,” he continued to joke, “but it’s just another reason why I find you so adorable.”

“Fine, you win, I guess I’ll nap on the sofa so then I can eat.”

Q:

It was game over for Changmin as soon as your head rested against his shoulder as you struggled to fight off the persistent urge to sleep. “Y/N,” he whispered, knowing that you’d heard him as you made yourself comfortable.

As he repeated himself, your head shook, refusing to acknowledge him. “I can’t hear you,” you replied with a gentle laugh.

“Really?” He mused, running his hand along your side, “I’ll soon make you hear me,” he assured you, waiting for just a moment before he began to attack against your side with his hand.

“Ouch! Changmin, I’m trying to sleep.”

“You can’t sleep on me,” he frowned as you sat yourself back upright, “as much as I love cuddling you to sleep, doing it on the sofa is not the way to go, why don’t we head to bed instead, it’ll be more comfortable.”

You sighed softly, “my legs feel like they might fall off if I walk now Changmin.”

“I guess that just means I’ll have to carry you then,” he grinned, standing up from the sofa before scooping you up, “how’s that?”

“Suddenly I don’t feel so sleepy anymore.”

Juhaknyeon:

Once the door was shut, your head rested straight into Haknyeon’s shoulder as you drove away from the arena. “I knew you were tired earlier,” he frowned as your eyes closed, curling into his side for extra comfort.

Your head nodded back at him, “I just said that I wasn’t tired so you wouldn’t make me go home, I was enjoying watching you film.”

“You should have come a different day if you were tired,” he scolded in a whisper, “the fact that you came all the way over here to bring food for us all was kind enough, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to come and see you.”

“Next time nap first,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “you’re working hard at work right now and coming straight onto a loud and busy set is doing you no favours, you can’t keep your eyes open now.”

You hummed in reply, “that’s because I’m just so comfortable when I’m with you.”

“Nice save,” he scoffed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “as soon as we get home, you’re going to bed, you need rest.”

“I’ll only go if you promise that you’ll come and rest with me.”

Sunwoo:

As soon as he was greeted when he said your name, Sunwoo knew that he found himself in trouble. “Don’t sleep there,” he frowned as he saw the way in which your body bent to wrap against his side tightly.

After debating for some time, Sunwoo eventually began to shake you away gently. “What?” You murmured as you began to stir.

“Bedtime,” he announced, chuckling at the groan that followed from you. “I know you’re comfortable, but I promise you right now that you won’t be comfortable in the morning.”

“I’ll survive, I don’t want to move.”

“I know,” he sympathised, “but the movie finished, even though I think you slept through most of it, and I don’t think there’s too much point to putting something else on when you’re just going to sleep through it again.”

Your head nodded, “put something else on, then you have to leave me here.”

“That’s not happening,” Sunwoo sighed, “I’m taking you up to bed whether you like it or not, on your feet or in my arms too.”

“In your arms? I wouldn’t complain about that.”

Eric:

The second he noticed you beginning to sway, Youngjae raced to your side, allowing your body to relax against his side. “You should have said that you were tired,” he sighed across at you, “you could’ve fallen.”

Your head shook as he wrapped his arm around you for support, “I didn’t want to be a distraction whilst you’re trying to work.”

“You’re never a distraction,” he frowned, studying your fluttering eyes closely, “why don’t I take you back to the dressing room for a while and you can nap on the sofa whilst we rehearse.”

“But I don’t want to miss it.”

“You won’t,” he chuckled, slowly walking you away from the stage, “if you nap now then you’ll be wide awake for the show later on tonight. I’d much rather than you awake to see that anyway then the rehearsal.”

Your head nodded, “will you wake me up, so I don’t miss it whilst I’m napping?”

“Absolutely,” he assured you, “although I’m sure the noise of all the boys will wake you up well in advance, they’re never quiet.”

“I know, that’s why sleep on the tour bus last night was a no.”

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Masterlist

[mrpenguinpants]

Albedo HCs: Coming Home [Christmas Celebration 🎉]

For the Christmas Celebration Requests, please read this [we have 2 more days but I’ll possibly extend the deadline to Jan 10. I’m tackling all the Mondstadt rq first before moving onto Liyue]

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Ohhh, I love idea a lot (might have gone overboard anon haha). No worries about being specific, I love getting specific requests. I just finished a super depressing fic and I’m back at it again. Though I will do my best to make this one happy because that Mona fic hurt me. But I’m glad to hear you love my writing haha 💕💕

I also know nothing about Albedo and have never written this man in my life but I’m going to ignore everything because these are happy hours. I love his man so much so this is some self-indulgent stuff (if you couldn’t tell from the word count) istg hcs have turned into fics just without the dialogue. I took many liberties lol what the hell is formatting?  

Also, shoutout to @asheseiler​​​ A beautiful human being that started chatting with me because we both love Childe haha. But seriously, I appreciate you 💕💕💕

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Albedo HCs: Coming Home

As you finally reached the hill top by the Stone Gate, you could just make out the stone walls of the City of Freedom in Mondstadt. You were almost there and the butterfly’s racing through your stomach only seemed to fly faster. You had been on a long trip away by travelling between Liyue and Inazuma. From practicing your alchemy to finding new secrets, it had been awhile since you last saw Mondstadt. While it had been fun going from place to place and seeing all the new arts and techniques, you couldn’t stop the feeling of loneliness of not having an occasionally smug but talented ash blond companion at your side.

You hadn’t seen Albedo since Master Rhinedottir had left and sent Albedo to Mondstadt with a letter of recommendation. You travelled with him to the City of Freedom but you only stayed for a few nights before you departed to Liyue. Your master had different plans for you and you didn’t know how long your own journey would take but you both promised to stay in touch through letters. 

He was now acting as the Chief Alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team of the Knights of Favonius. He managed to get a lab from Alice and he even had an assistant named Sucrose. He sent over some sketches for you and even if the bottom half of “Sucrose” was just a stick figure, you were happy that he wasn’t alone and cooped up in his lab all the time. You were, however, worried about these “Klee disasters” but happy that he still had the energy to write to you. At first it was hard, you found yourself talking to the air as if Albedo was still there but even after all these years, you couldn’t help but miss him. The occasional letter you received did help to lighten the mood however and you always made sure to store them carefully.

It seemed that your dapping mood was noticeable because even the ever stoic Zhongli asked if you were okay. He was nice and easy to talk to, even if he had a problem with Mora that you sometimes had to bail him out off, but you trusted him so you explained to him your growing loneliness. Which he simply replied that if you missed someone, you should go see them.

So here you are right outside the gates. The knights at the front were nice enough and let you through with ease once they checked that you didn’t have anything destructive. Now the hard part was actually finding Albedo. The knights had mentioned that despite being a highly respectable alchemist and one of the Captains, no one really knew where he was most of the time. Originally, you were thinking of planning some sort of surprise, even had made an entire game plan, but now that you were here. You just wanted to tackle the man, pride be damned.

You began to wander around the city, in comparison to Liyue it was quite small but so much more lively and warm. Christmas was right around the corner so everyone was rushing around hanging up lights and finding presents but it was nice. Everyone seemed to know each other and unlike Liyue, you didn’t need to be afraid if the walls were listening. You looked around for a man with bright teal eyes and ashy light blond hair, even asking around, but no luck. No one seemed to know where he was and if he was even in Mondstadt right now. You were beginning to loose hope and that your trip might have been in vain when you felt a small tap on your shoulder and-

Sweet jesus, what the fuck?

You were almost jealous at how good he looked now. He was always handsome when you were both younger but now it felt like cupid decided to descend from the heavens, laugh at you, then riddled you full of arrows. Was your pulse working? Brain still computing? You knew you had a small crush on Albedo when you were younger- who were you kidding, you were in love with this man since he helped you create cecilia flowers from a dead denro slime - but this was just unfair!

“Albedo! I was looking around everywhere for you. This place is actually a lot bigger than it se-”

“You’re back.”

Albedo was surprised to see that it was really you. He only caught a small glimpse of your profile but he knew it was you. He almost suspected that his vision was tricking him or that he might have accidently set one of his sketches of you to life but you were here. Albedo has always treated friendships with a constant degree of distance, always working or traveling to gathering materials to avoid social interactions even if it wasn’t intentional. He also had no memory of any family, only adventuring deep within the domains with his master and you. But when his Master left with one assignment left for him he couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow, but you were always there to lift his spirits up even if on the outside he didn’t appear upset.

But then you had left and gone on your own journey.

“Hm? Oh, sorry I didn’t mention it in my last letter. It was a bit of an impulse trip. But I’m not intruding in on anything right? You’re happy to see me...right?”

“You’re here.”

At first he was alright with it, even encouraged you to set off to Liyue since it was the closest. Promising that you would both keep in touch even if he found relationships a taxing cycle. But when a few months had passed and it began to settle in that you weren’t anywhere near him. That he couldn’t talk to you about new discoveries, that he couldn’t hear you voice anymore, that he had even forgotten how to sketch you. It felt...weird. He knew what he was feeling was loneliness, he wasn’t deluded or naïve, but even when he had Sucrose or Timaeus it wasn’t the same. But now you were here. He could see you and how the lines in his sketchbook were wrong whenever he attempted to re-create you. He could feel your warmth that sketches he brought to life couldn’t do. He could feel your presence and how it slowly but surely filled the void in him until it was bursting at the seams.

“Albedo? Are you alright?”

“You’re here.”

You were almost afraid that the holidays had broke Albedo. You knew he would sometimes get too deep in thought and wouldn’t register his surrounding but it was just you two. With the sun slowly going down, the snowflakes dancing around you both, and the Christmas light reflecting off his unique blue eyes. You took a slow blinked at him. Once. Twice. The same way you would when you were studying something, trying to unveil its secrets. Before sighing amusingly and opening up your arms to him. He was still the same. 

“I’m here.”

The final assignment Albedo received was too hard, too complicated, far beyond his own limits and he was worried that if he never completed it, would he ever see his teacher again? When you took your first step outside the walls of the city, waving back to him as you set off on your journey, he couldn’t help but feel that like his teacher, you were leaving him too. But when you looked at him with those warm but understanding eyes, opened your arms to him, he let go and stepped into your embrace. He was sure he was borderline crushing your frame but you hugged him back just as tightly. 

“My apologies. I got overwhelmed. Come with me, let’s get out of the cold first.”

You tried to hold it in but you laughed at his statement. He didn’t seem to mind as you felt him smile into your neck. Even with those words he hadn’t let go or slackened his grip in the slightest. So you both stayed there outside in the cold, the christmas lights reflected off snow, the sounds of laughter and singing playing in the background as you both embraced each other. 

I’m home

You’re home

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Although Albedo was happy to see you again, he was wondering why out of all the years you had been away, all the other holidays you had missed, you decided to come to Mondstadt today. You were at his lab and marveling at all his new devices when he popped the question. You flushed a bit but quickly brushed it off, saying that after all the letters he sent you were finally curious as to what Mondstadt was like and the people he met. Plus, Liyue and Inazuma didn’t celebrate Christmas as much as Mondstadt so it would be nice to finally celebrate the holiday again.

He simply smiled smugly and nodded along before you eventually caved, because that look could steal your heart away, and revealed that honestly, you just really missed him and wanted to spend Christmas together. There wasn’t anything wrong with that was there? So what if you missed him? It was natural. It wasn’t like you were wondering what he was doing on slow days in Liyue. It wasn’t like you we- 

“You can stop laughing at me. I know you’re doing it even if I can’t hear it Albedo.” 

“I’m sorry you must be mistaken. Perhaps your observational skills have rusted?”

You huffed at him before turning your attention to a small but worn sketching book. It was different from the ones he had showed you and much smaller compared to the ripped out sketches he sent you. Albedo noticed your curiosity and almost flushed before striding over and showing you what was inside. It was either he do it now or you would constantly eye ball it until he finally let you see what was inside. 

He took out the old sketchbook and flipped all the way to the first page. They had been sketches of you. When it had just been you, Albedo, and your teacher he would often ask to draw you but he never showed you the finished product. What was surprising was they were all full sketches. No simple lines or unfinished colours. His interest in things, especially when he draws, were fleeting leading him to always create unfinished or basic lines. 

“Wow, was this your first sketchbook? Did you draw anything else? Oh, like your assistant perhaps?”

“No. I only drew one thing here. It’s been sitting here ever since but I tend to make sure it’s in good condition. Should I ever need to draw in it again.” 

Albedo almost reached for his pencil to sketch your smug but bright smile. But set his hand down. While he wants to capture moments so they remain forever with him, he felt that perhaps, it would be nice to live in them. Just for a moment. 

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I never write at the bottom of my fics but I wrote too much at the start haha (plus tagging my screaming doesn’t work anymore). Not gonna lie, this was going to be different and you and Albedo would have role reversed AND I WAS GOING TO WRITE MONA IN but that didn’t happen. I made it so disgustingly sappy at the end that I want to throw up but when do I not? 

But I kind of like this version more. He’s super out of character but I don’t care and you’re gonna have to take this hcs out of my COLD DEAD HANDS. But I hope you enjoyed this and I’m using this as my Albedo catalyst so come home elevator boy. (cough celebration hcs are still open if you wanna feed me 👀 this )

[kariachi]

Okay I had to write fic for it. Some Kevin raised by the Saturdays, pre-osmobeast brand. Quick thing, just scenes.

Kevin and Zak meet a superhero and make a friend.

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“Okay,” Zak said once they were well out of the way of the adults, who were just going to be boring for however long anyway, “we can either go back to our bed stacking experiment or run around outside.”

“We’re taking notes, so it’s science,” Kevin said as soon as Gar opened his mouth with a furrowed brow. He had a firm grip on the other boy’s arm, not enough to hurt him but enough to keep it clear that the ‘but I’m working’ talk he’d been spouting when they’d grabbed him wasn’t going to fly. They weren’t missing out on the chance to hang out with another kid, it wasn’t going to happen. Slowly nodding, Gar made a thoughtful noise.

“It’s been a while since I got to just run around,” he said slowly, like he didn’t want to admit it, and they really couldn’t blame him.

“That’s a travesty.”

“What’s a ‘travesty’?” Already settled well into the ‘older brother’ position, Kevin rolled his eyes at Zak.

“Means it’s bullshit.” Immediately Fisk admonished him, leading to another eye roll. “What?! It’s not like the grown-ups are here to hear!” Gar started snickering and Kevin grinned at him. “Come on, outside it is then.”

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Komodo huffed at the base of the tree, turning away from where Fisk was helping Zak up to go plop down in a sunny patch. Kevin grabbed hold of Gar’s arm again as he shifted from squirrel back to boy, leaning all but off their branch to watch him.

“He says climbing trees is for babies,” Zak called up. “Which is, kinda true for komodo dragons, I think?”

“Yeah,” Gar said with a nod. “They have to so their moms don’t eat them.” Blinking, Kevin considered that, then nodded with a hum.

“I got relatives like that.”

“Same.”

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“I’m not great at it,” Gar said like he was admitting some big secret, “I can only turn into little things so far.” Kevin huffed, giving into the random urge to pick up a rock and huff it over the edge of the cliff. They all stopped to listen for the splash at the bottom.

“So,” he asked. “I’m still figuring stuff out and I’ve had my powers forever.”

“Yeah, same here,” Zak added, flashing Gar a smile that distracted him from Komodo smugly disappearing into thin air and Fisk swatting in his direction. “It’s still really cool you can just shapeshift like that.” A knot of tension left Gar’s shoulders with a light chuckle as he smiled back.

“Really? Cooler than Kevin’s?” Zak rolled his eyes.

“Anybody is cooler than Kevin.”

“Hey!”

~~

Somewhere along the line, the decision to build a fort had come into being. There’d been a back and forth about what to build it out of, but eventually Kevin, Gar, and Fisk had been put to work gathering pretty much anything they could find laying around the property and bring it back while Zak and Komodo cleared out an isolated spot near the far fence. So far ‘pretty much anything’ included a lot of loose branches, so many rocks, some sheet metal that was supposed to be for vehicle repair but really what was more important, and those extra pieces to make the dining table bigger that they hardly used anyway.

Kevin, being the only one with an eye for engineering and with powers to bolster it, was key in making sure the place wouldn’t collapse on them.

“Zak, I think you’re wrong, he might actually be cooler than me.”

“Told you I was cool!”

“No, you’re not, Gar just doesn’t know any better!”

~~

“I think you can make spackle out of like, mud and grass or something? It’d make it look less…”

“Like we threw a lot of junk together?”

“Yeah, that.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

~~

Maybe they just weren’t doing it right, but the mud spackle was a bad idea.

~~

Take one brotherly shoving match, add one small green superhero, and what did you get? Kevin, Komodo, and Gar playfighting in the mud and dirt while Fisk held Zak safely out of the way despite his protests. It was a mess of shapeshifting and Komodo blinking in and out of view, and Kevin was perfectly willing to admit he’d bitten both at least twice.

They’d rolled with it, it was fine.

~~

None of them knew how long it’d been when the adults finally came looking for them, but they did know they didn’t want the fun to stop.

Kevin made his displeasure known with a handful of mud right in that Mento jerk’s face.

~~

The adults were saying their goodbyes, the same old boring stuff that cut further into valuable fun time far more than it should, when Gar broke free of the hand on his shoulder with an ease that belied his size at flung himself at Kevin, wrapping him in a firm hug.

“Thanks for dragging me out,” he said as the situation processed. It took a heartbeat or two, but once it did Kevin hugged him back, sticking his face in his shoulder to hide how hot his face had gotten.

“Don’t worry about it,” he answered.

“It was fun,” Zak cut in, “I just hope we can do it again sometime.”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta come back, or we can come to you, or whatever,” Kevin said, pulling back as Fisk and Komodo affirmed their vote. “And if anyone makes you feel bad again, you call us, and I’ll come kick their ass for you.”

“Language, Kevin!” As if he was listening, as of you couldn’t hear a smile in the tone.

“I’ll try,” Gar promised, grinning at them.

His skin went dark when Kevin grinned back, and didn’t that just make something fizz in his stomach.

~~

“So, ‘I’ll come kick their butt for you’,” Zak half-asked half-teased as they were getting ready for bed that night. Kevin faced away from him and the others, mostly so they wouldn’t see him go red again.

“Shut up,” he said, followed by a muttered “he’s cute” that wasn’t, apparently, as quiet as he’d thought. Komodo snickered from his spot at the foot of his bunk, and Fisk sighed dreamily and cooed something about ‘young love’ in Lemurian from his. A glare over his shoulder revealed Zak stood there with the most shit-eating of grins on his face.

“Kevin’s got a boyfriend~” he crooned, and Kevin flung a pillow at him with an embarrassed snarl as he climbed under his covers.

“Worst brothers ever.”

[theseerasures]

RWBY V08C14 reaction post

haven’t done something like this for this fandom yet, but the finale was so much all at once that i could not muster any level of critical thinking the first go-around. my thoughts have...settled somewhat with a second rewatch. still nothing conclusive (obviously), but at least coherent enough to be written down.

in rough chronological order:

i am very into it, of course, but i’m still not quite sure what to make of the fact that this finale very explicitly pivots around Winter Schnee, to the extent that the episode (sans prologue and coda) are bookended by her. she begins the episode charging into a fight, and ends it the same way. even putting aside that her in-universe presence has increased by magnitudes, that we end a season where she has mostly been a sparse supporting player with THIS has implications i can’t suss out for her narrative role going forward.

going into the finale i thought that Ironwood vs. Winter would turn out to be another RWBY Flagship Fight (ie long and flashy and indulgent in the best ways), but i pretty much knew that wouldn’t be the case once the fight began in earnest and they immediately started talking to each other.

for what we did get i’m happy to say that the Core Dynamic of the fight was exactly what i predicted: Winter rushing in to melee and not giving Ironwood enough time to fire, Ironwood trying to make room by shoving her away and using his cannon as a makeshift club--even down to breaking the cannon formation BACK to dual wielding to give himself an edge.

i will say that for Winter to have blocked him head-on--this is James Ironwood, who once stopped an Alpha Beowolf cold with one bionic hand, and now he’s got TWO--with her broken noodle arms is...incredibly cool. stupid! but cool.

Ironwood doing the double pistol whip while screaming about how no one is grateful has i wouldn’t have to be doing this if you just behaved all over it.

in retrospect i’m not sure why i expected a RWBY Flagship Fight when just about every fight this season has been extremely different. the camera work is always fucking frantic, we’re often cross-cutting between different simultaneous fights, and there are far fewer shots where both combatants are clearly shown and evenly matched. about the only fight we’ve had resembling that is AceOps vs Penny waaaaaaay back in Strings--even the low-stakes triumphant JNPER + Winter vs. Ironwood fight in Creation was extremely short and crosscut with BRA vs. AceOps.

case in point: the showdown in Grand Central takes up pretty much the entire episode, but combatants are continuously entering and exiting, the setting’s physical dimensions feel wonky and surreal, and the fact that half of the people fighting have flight capabilities means we’re relying on wide shots and oners to figure out what the fuck is going on. it’s a war now, and even though we follow only a handful of characters in it the fights carry that grander and more desperate tone.

Cinder relies twice this episode on just fucking nova-ing herself to overwhelm her Maiden opponents. it’s different from how she usually fights, which is still fireballs and conjured swords/projectiles--she’s learning to use her Maiden powers to wreak havoc on a larger scale, which a) reinforces what we already know of Cinder, but b) complements her recent relearning of subtlety and manipulation. still a tenuous balance of extremes that can and will shatter, though.

Weiss got to save everyone during the fight, and none of it mattered in the end.

the thing about priority one is that they all planned for this. they all went in planning for the contingency where they don’t make it out, where they have to watch others not make it out.

Weiss plucking Penny out of the air and Penny pleading to make the sacrifice play is an EXACT recreation of what happened in Enemy of Trust, down to the saved looking up at the savior while the savior is looking onward. she’s just swapped places with the Schnee in question, and...they are the priority targets this time, unfortunately.

Cinder smugly flipping her hair out of...her eyepatch...she really is living her best life and she knows it

Blake made the right choice, and it didn’t matter at all.

Qrow ending the last episode with a berserker charge at Harriet and then immediately pulling back here and trying to talk her down really got to me, as did him trying to block the bomb with his body. the man is so desperately trying to be better than he was, and it doesn’t take a lot anymore for him to realize the right path.

Elm and Vine--

the thing about Elm and Vine is that both their powers boil down to getting attached. so watching Elm hold Vine in place while Vine holds the two airships together, everyone in this little world, it’s...everything i could ever want, out of how the story of the AceOps would end.

Anairis Quinones for dark horse MVP. why can’t you just let me do my job, delivered in the way that it was, is the perfect encapsulation of Harriet Bree desperately trying to outrun her personal feelings and the grief it has given her.

Elm tells Harriet that she’s their friend, to stop her from killing a part of herself as she tries to kill others. it’s the first time this happens in the episode, but not the only time.

Penny saved Blake so they could save Ruby together, and it didn’t matter at all.

our heroes have GOT to stop falling for the “watch the thing flying in the air! OH WAIT I STILL HAVE A WEAPON IN MY HAND WALLOP WALLOP” trick. it happens multiple times in this one episode.

Harriet, who has the fastest Speed Semblance known, says there’s no time to make it out of the blast range. she doesn’t try to outrun it. she just...stays put, and admits that she brought them all here, to this. i’m sorry.

here’s the thing: they’re soldiers. they were prepared for this eventuality, where they don’t make it out. that’s why Elm let Vine go grab Harriet; because she thought they were all going to die, and if that happened she wanted Harriet close enough to reach.

but--just like with Team Hero--some of them do make it out. they just have to watch.

Vine and Hazel sacrificed themselves in the same way in the end: pulling their loved ones close wasn’t working, so they threw themselves around the thing trying to kill them instead.

Ruby was clever, and pragmatic, and brave. it didn’t matter in the end.

Cinder letting Neo fall as soon as she gets a chance proves that she still lacks patience, and that’s going to bite her in the ass.

the Penny-Blake fastball special and the fall; Penny crying tears for the first time, but not moving immediately to rage, as she had last episode, when Yang fell.

Weiss’ shaking hands around Gambol Shroud, crying berserker tears as she tries, desperately, to pull off another miracle. it’s another role reversal in a way: her sister’s the Riza Hawkeye, but she’s the one emptying useless clip after useless clip into an enemy she can’t kill, because her heart has been ripped in two.

the last time Nora Valkyrie saw Jaune Arc, they clasped hands, and their eyes met with determination, and hope.

it figures that a Schnee would be the last one standing, letting all her friends die first. she was right, but again: wrong Schnee.

Weiss diving past Cinder’s blind spot to slice the Grimm Arm, to save Penny--the same script, but the wrong player. and too late.

at Haven, Jaune went from trying to do harm to unlocking his Semblance, and realizing that he was meant to heal. here, he goes from trying to do what he is meant to do, what he has made peace with, to...

it will take a long time, i think, for him to learn to live with himself, even with Penny reassuring him that this is what she wants. to go from wanting to harm to being the one who does no harm, to being forced to acknowledge a person’s right to die, and carry out the deed himself. it’s a new variation on what he’s always had to wrestle with since Pyrrha’s sacrifice.

Weiss managed to outlast Cinder Fall without an Aura WITHOUT getting her entire body broken, Winter

the boundary between material worlds is made of darkness. the boundary between souls is made of light, and there is no danger of falling.

where...what is this? of course Winter doesn’t know. she never would have, even if she had gotten the powers, because she would have used the Transfer machine.

i thought of you, and here we are. that was all it took. the last time Penny saw Winter, Winter was still loyal to Ironwood. she’s only known abstractly, secondhand from Weiss, that Winter was on their side again and trying to help save Mantle, for about an hour. and yet: i thought of you.

and in the face of this thought that is love, Winter averts her eyes. tries in vain to hide her face, because she knows she is unworthy. she doesn’t deserve this.

but here’s the thing: no one deserves this. Penny. are you...the one? even Penny herself wasn’t sure.

you were my friend. the second time it happens this episode. friends save friends from themselves. friends transform what would have been murder into sacrifice.

remember what Penny said to Cinder, shortly before Cinder killed her? you wouldn’t know anything about friends. she’s right. it wasn’t Cinder’s choice, but she’s right. and now Cinder has learned how to use that.

i’ll be part of you. it is, of course, something that’s been brought up repeatedly this whole season. but it’s also what Winter said to Penny after Fria died: she’s a part of you now.

and i do love this yoking together of arc words. Winter is of course the firstborn Schnee, but Winter is, more broadly, The Firstborn in this new generation. so here we have something similar to the chain that begins with Winter letting her sisters go, through Penny letting Emerald go, through Emerald helping Oscar escape, to Atlas’ however ephemeral victory over Salem. what Winter begins--haltingly and with resentment--becomes transformed into radiant grace in the hands of her younger siblings. and she gets to be the direct benefactor this time. the prodigal daughter returns to her family.

during Enemy of Trust we watched from the outside as Oscar fell and Penny rose, as one set of eyes closed as another opened. during The Final Word, we watch from the inside: one set of eyes close. another opens.

Winter’s leitmotif plays on the piano for the first time since the previous season as she comes back to the world. it makes sense. the piano version is for her sisters, and she just left one of them.

here is the apotheosis of Winter Schnee: she gets back up. she falters and sways but she gets back up, and then she, the person who once managed to convince herself that so long as she could make peace with someone else’s choice it meant she too was choosing, tells the man who has been choosing for her for years: you chose nothing. and she rises.

in the end James Ironwood was finished by his petard thrice over. Atlas had defected against him. his greatest creation had become the Maiden and unshackled herself from him. and there is of course, the cannon: a literal petard, in the other words, which he fires at Winter, and Winter reflects back upon him.

Jaune Arc used the heirloom that his family has held for generations to kill a defenseless girl. he took the blade and sunk it in deep, because Penny trusted him and he had to be sure.

and then it shattered in his hands.

there’s something here in the second fight between Maidens, about Cinder having a named weapon and forsaking it for what she can make on the fly, and Winter insistent on using a weapon with no name at all, but i still can’t put my finger on it.

Winter never got to see Weiss try to Summon her Nevermore.

the thing that gets me about how it turns out is: Winter was winning. she’d managed to get her hands on the Staff, and even with Cinder’s immediate counterattack she managed to get the Staff away from Cinder. but then Cinder saw Jaune and Weiss, and she remembered a few days ago, when Penny saved Winter instead of going after Cinder, when Winter attacked Cinder to save Penny.

so Cinder attacks Weiss and Jaune instead of racing for the Staff. and Winter--

this is Winter Schnee. she saves people despite herself. she runs toward them, despite herself. and it has always, always been what saves her.

not anymore.

last time it had been Winter who was in mortal danger, and Weiss who, with Ruby’s help, drove Cinder off. same script, wrong player. and too late.

Weiss falls and for a moment, the camera makes it seem like Winter is falling too.

she wants to. no one deserves this.

the thing you have to ask when characters leap for the exit and fall just short is: is it about faith, or friendship? in Jaune’s case it’s both. his faith broke with Crocea Mors. and the portal is one-way, so he had no friends to grab him from the other side.

but Nora was still trying. they clasped hands. she promised.

the first time Winter sees her family--really sees them, after years of separation--she averts her eyes. she hides her face from them, because how can she tell them that Weiss is gone? how can she tell Penny’s friends that Penny is a part of her now, when Penny is just a part, now?

there are people all around her looking to her. there are voices within her. she has never been more alone.

(Winter Schnee has never met Pyrrha Nikos, and Pyrrha Nikos never became Maiden. because Pyrrha Nikos never became Maiden. Cinder Fall did that, too.)

this is what Winter Schnee thinks, as she screams and charges, as she kills Grimm faster than they are drawn in by her despair: in the fairy tales, eldest siblings never win.

i failed you again, master. master, but not queen.

Cinder won this. the heroes tried and tried and tried and none of it mattered, and she won this. but here’s the thing: Cinder won because she was LUCKY, and because she made her own luck. that she was able to pin things on Neo and Team Hero depended on things going exactly as planned, and some things going better than planned. and the reason she’d even made it that far was because she cheated, with the last use of a divine relic. it doesn’t take away her from her victory, but what i do know is this: this is her finest moment. she will never win as completely ever again, and she will fall farther than she has ever feared. (and that will save her, in the end.)

and that’s checkmate. i said that i wanted Atlas to fall the same way that Amity rose, but of course they did it like this. of course it would horrific yet unspectacular, with its General slumped in defeat, unable to fire a single shot from his gun. with the city in the sky falling onto Mantle, in Mantle’s palette. from the Dust from which it arose into Dust again.

as below, so above.

[birdiefw]

Love Me Like You Do | Sam Winchester [18 +]

Summary: You decide to make breakfast for you and Sam in the bunker a few weeks after you get married only to burn your hand. But, thankfully Sam was there to take care of you in more ways than one.

Warnings: Fluff, getting burnt while cooking, hurt/comfort, swearing, teasing, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, and protected sex.

A/N: I just like Sam a lot. What can I say? It’s been edited, but there could still be some errors here and there. Please feel free to send me some requests :)

It had been three days since you and the winchesters had found yourselves inside the Men of Letters Bunker that Henry Winchester had told you three about before he died. You hadn’t been entirely sure about staying there when you didn’t know what kinds of things could’ve been stored inside or if there were any traps set up in case someone decided to snoop around, but once you laid down on a bed in one of the bedrooms, you officially found yourself quickly liking the bunker. You had a feeling Sam and Dean weren’t so sure about settling in either, but you could certainly tell Dean enjoyed having a room all to himself instead of having to constantly share with you and Sam. You brought your bags in and placed them in the rooms, but you had decided against unpacking and storing your clothes in the dressers in the bedroom.

You knew better than to get your hopes up.

You tiredly rubbed at your eyes as you stood in the kitchen━the kitchen that wasn’t part of a living room or only had a 50 year old coffee pot and small refrigerator━while you cooked some breakfast. There had been a coffee pot there, but it was absolutely disgusting━along with a smelly toaster that had moldy bread still stuck inside it━and both of them had been thrown out; and knowing how much coffee the three of you consumed on a daily basis, you had decided to buy a nice coffee pot as well as a toaster━and if you ended up leaving the bunker, you could just take them both with with you.

You twisted your lips, shaking your head as you flipped some pieces of bacon, using a fork as you did so. There were some hash browns cooking in the pan beside the bacon, a toaster off to the side with a loaf of bread placed beside it for when you were ready to put some in. You shifted your weight to one foot, adjusting one of the sleeves of Sam’s flannel you wore, some sleep shorts hidden underneath them as your slippers kept your bare feet warm. Sam had surprisingly still been sleeping when you woke, and you’d decided to cook him some breakfast━with the “fake bacon” as Dean had called it since Dean had left the day before to check on Kevin and his mother and wouldn’t be there complain about it.

You stole a glance down at your hand, a grin starting to appear on your lips as you gazed down at your left hand where you wore your wedding ring. It was still so strange to see it, but it also felt so right. You weren't exactly sure how to describe it, but it sent a warmth through your entire body as you looked down at it. You looked away after a few moments and moved to the side, trying to find another plate to set the cooked bacon on as the pieces started to crispen up. You were still trying to figure your way through the kitchen, having taken a little longer to get the pans out when you couldn’t find them at first. But eventually, you found some more plates. However, a frown appeared on your face when seeing they were on the tallest shelf of the metal rack right in front of the fridge; your fingers were barely able to touch the plates.

“Need some help, Mrs. Winchester?”

Your head instantly turned towards the entryway, a playful grin appearing on your lips as you saw your husband smugly leaning against the doorway with an amused smirk evident on his lips.

You lowered your arm, tilting your head towards him. “How’d you guess, Mr. Winchester?” you asked, seeing him head towards you.

“How many you need?” he asked, stealing a glance down at you as he reached the top shelf with ease.

“Uh, one,” you answered, but then you quickly shook your head. “No, wait━just give me two. I might need them.”

“As you wish,” Sam said, grabbing two plates and handing them to you. You cheekily beamed as he did so, quickly returning to the stove after setting the plates on the counter in front of the oven. Sam’s smile still remained on his lips as his eyes followed you, moving to stand at the edge of the counter. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I could’ve helped.”

You took some bacon from the pan and set them on one of the plates, placing some more in the pan. “You looked too cute to disturb,” you answered with a giggle. “Besides, I’m perfectly capable of making breakfast by myself.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to,” Sam said, leaning against the counter as he sent you a warm smile. “We’re a team, remember?”

You suddenly frowned, turning to him as you adjusted the hash browns around the sizzling pan. “No,” you said, giving him a coy look. “When did we agree on that?”

Sam faked a laugh, playfully rolling his eyes as he started to move behind you and towards the toaster while you giggled. He briefly leaned down, pecking the top of your head as he brushed past, making your smile widen. His gaze fell on the bacon, doing a double take before his eyes flickered towards you. “Wait,” he said, causing your to look over in his direction, “Is this━I thought Dean didn’t buy any.”

“He didn’t,” you said, softly smiling towards Sam. “But I did.”

Sam’s face lit up, lovingly gazing down at you. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”

You hummed in thought, furrowing your brows as you looked to the side as if in deep concentration. “Not since we went to bed like nine hours ago, so, not soon enough.”

“Well, I love you, Y/N,” Sam told you, leaning over.

You did so too, sweetly connecting your lips with Sam. You pulled away a few seconds later with a cheerful grin adorning your face. “I love you, too, Sammy.” Then you let out a content sigh as Sam put some toast in the toaster. “Can you get the avocado spread for me please?”

“Yeah,” Sam answered, maneuvering past you once again.

You smiled to yourself, watching him head towards the fridge. You eyes watched him carefully, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at his tall frame off to the side as he searched for the spread.

You shifted your feet, moving your hand to adjust the pan with the hash browns, but suddenly you gasped, quickly pulling your hand away as you accidentally touched the hot stove. “Oh, fuck!”

Sam’s head instantly snapped to the side, eyes widening as his attention fell on you. “Baby?” he asked, a frown appearing on his face when he saw you cradling your hand with a pained expression on your face. He quickly closed the fridge and hurried over to your side. “What happened?”

You merely groaned, gritting your teeth as you tried to breath through the pain. “Oh, nothing,” you said with a pant, starting to turn away. “I’m-I’m fine.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m really gonna believe that,” Sam said as he reached over, giving you a look as gently grabbed your wrist to pull your arm closer.

You deeply frowned, stealing a glance up at him as he examined your slightly reddened hand. “My first time cookin’ breakfast here and I burn my hand,” you grumbled.

Sam frowned as well, not liking the sight of you being in pain. “C’mere,” he said, nudging his head towards the sink.

“But the food━”

“You’re more important than the food, Y/N,” Sam said.

“Bu-we need to at least turn it off,” you stated.

Sam sighed but reached over as you headed towards the sink, making sure to turn off the burners before returning to your side. You turned on the sink, cool water running from the faucet. Sam stood beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “There’s gotta be some bandages around here somewhere,” he said, gazing down at you.

“Sam, it’s fine, really━”

“Baby, just let me take care of you,” Sam said. “It’s my job.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, turning off the sink. “I think I have some in my bag.”

“Alright, I’ll go━”

“Remember how long it took you to find my phone the last time I had you look in my bag?” you asked, giving Sam a pointed look. Sam sighed, faintly nodding his head. you smiled and held your good hand out to him. “C’mon, Sammy.”

Sam smiled and took your hand in his, letting you lead him down the hall towards the room they’d been staying in for the time being. you headed in first, careful not to use your hand as you picked up your bag and placed it on the bed. Sat on the edge of the bed, trying to unzip it with just one hand, but it was proving to be a bit of a struggle. You sourly twisted your lips, sheepishly looking towards Sam who was standing on the other side of the bed. “Need a hand?” he asked, a cheeky grin spread across his lips.

You huffed, shooting him a glare as you puyoud the bag towards him. “Shut up, Moose.”

Sam returned your glare for the nickname, but he didn’t say anything as he grabbed the bag and unzipped it for your, giving your a look when seeing what was all inside it. “What━are you trying to become a hoarder of Y/F/C?”

You scoffed, grabbing your bag and pulling it closer to your so it was out of his reach. “You have your hobbies and I have mine,” you meekly defended.

“But why do you have so many━”

“They’re good!” you said, nonchalantly shrugging as one of your hands rummaged through your bag, eyes pinned to Sam.

Sam watched your, furrowing his brows. “How’re you gonna find━” his lips suddenly smacked closed, a surprised expression appearing on his face when he saw you pull out a first aid kit.

“You were saying?” you hummed, smugly gazing up at Sam.

Sam playfully rolled his eyes and sat on the bed, holding his hand out for you. You shifted on the bed, crossing your legs as you sat in front of him, your hand resting on his leg as he pulled out some things from the first aid kit.

Sam smiled and gently picked up your hand to put some ointment on it. You suddenly hissed at the touch, making Sam frown. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered.

“Guess this place doesn’t like us,” you chuckled.

Sam chuckled, grabbing a bandage to wrap on your hand. “It’ll just take some time to get used to it.”

“Yeah?” you asked. “Does that mean you won’t mind staying here for a while?”

Sam let out a sigh, securing the bandage on the side of your hand. “I. . .I think it can work for a while.”

You smiled as Sam closed the kit, standing up to place it on top of one of the dressers. You glanced down at your hand, warmily smiling up at your husband. He sat back down on the bed, a soft grin tugging on his lips. “You know I love you, right?”

You playfully huffed, leaning back on the bed while your legs dangled over the edge. You just hummed, momentarily closing your eyes. You felt the bed move, hearing some rustling before Sam laid down beside you.

“Have you heard from Dean yet?” you asked, doing a double take when you opened your eyes and found Sam gazing down at your with a cheeky grin. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“What? I can’t just admire your beautiful face?” Sam innocently replied.

You suspiciously narrowed your eyes. “What do you want?”

Sam breathed out a laugh, looking rather offended as he continued to gaze down at you. “Why do you think I want something?”

You chuckled, faintly shrugging. “I don’t know, but I just have a feeling you do.”

Sam huffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “I don’t want anything,” he said, briefly glancing down at your lips before meeting your gaze again. “It’s just. . .this is our first time really having a place to ourselves. . .”

You immediately smiled, biting your lip. “Well, we’ve had motel rooms to ourselves. . .”

“But this one’s different,” Sam replied. You shifted, rolling onto your stomach and cheekily resting your head on one of your hands. “It. . .”

“It feels. . .not like home, but━”

“But something that works for now,” Sam said.

The corner of your lips tweaked upwards, noticing Sam’s eyes had darkened a few shades while his eyes remained locked on your features. “Do you have something in mind that we can do while Dean’s gone?”

One of Sam’s hands moved, reaching up to gingerly touch your jaw. “I can think of a few things,” he softly replied.

You grinned, eyes lighting up with excitement. “Care to enlighten me?”

Sam smirked and leaned towards you, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. you were slightly surprised with how gentle it was, having been expecting Sam to be more needier with the lack of intimacy you’ve had lately. But, his lips were so soft against yours, gliding across your own with ease. You felt Sam shift beside you, moving closer as his other hand carefully nudged you to lay on your back. You easily did so, pulling away as Sam moved so he was on top of you, one of his legs settled between your own.

You let out a ragged breath, your lust-blown eyes lovingly gazing up at Sam. “Was this your plan all along?” you wondered.

“What? Getting you to burn your hand so I’d have to patch you up and then seduce you?” Sam laughed.

“Maybe,” you giggled along, nodding your head as you reached your hand up to gently touch his face. Sam leaned into your touch, an adoring smile on his lips as he gazed down at you.

Rather than responding, Sam simply leaned down again to reconnect your lips. Your hand traveled to his hair, pulling his face even closer while your other hand carefully trailed down his back. Sam’s breath fanned your face as he broke away from the kiss, looking at you. “Careful with your hand,” he told you, sincere concern etched in his voice.

“I’ll be fine,” you told him, moving one of your legs to wrap around his waist and tug his body closer. You smirked up at Sam, running your fingers through his soft hair, hearing him sigh with content. “And if something happens, I have you to take care of me.”

Sam’s smile widened. “Can’t argue with that.”

You pulled him closer again and reconnected your lips, this one more rough than the last. Sam’s hand cupped the side of your face, his other one keeping him propped up over your so he wasn’t completely laying on top of you. He tilted his head some more, smirking into the kiss when you parted your lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, hearing you suck in a sharp breath as you grabbed some of his hair.

He could tell you were becoming needier, moaning into your mouth when he felt you move your hips against him. He moved his lips, kissing his way down your neck. “Fuck. . .Sam,” you breathed out, arching your back slightly. You squeaked out another moan when Sam rutted his hips against yours, grunting against your hot skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sam murmured against your skin, feeling his sweatpants start to tighten as you continued to move your hips against his. “Shit. . .”

“Sam please,” you softly begged, tugging on Sam’s hair.

“Please what?” Sam huskily asked, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”

You softly sighed, moving your hand from his hair and to his hand that was trailing circles along your exposed flesh just above the waistline of your pajama bottoms. You let out a breathy huff at the smugness that was evident on Sam’s face, but you also felt your body grow more excited from it. “Do something━fuck, anything!”

“Like what?” Sam teased, his fingers nail trailing along the skin right about your bottoms, his smirk widening when you fidgeted under his intoxicating touch.

You sucked in a sharp breath, sitting up on your elbows with your brows raised up at him. “Whatever you want,” you softly said, hungrily licking your lips. “You’re the one who said you had a few ideas in mind.”

“True, but I’m sure you have a few, too,” Sam replied. “You don’t need to be shy about it━I am your husband after all.”

You smiled, tracing your fingers along his hand that was just barely trailing along your lower stomach. You leaned forward, your lips meshing together with Sam’s. Your sore hand softly traveled down his toned back, your fingers slipping under the fabric to touch his hot skin. Your other hand grabbed his, guiding his fingers past the hem.

Sam smiled into the kiss, momentarily pulling away to brush some of your hair to the side. “See, was that so hard?” he taunted.

You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “Just take your shirt off and kiss me.”

“As you wish, baby,” Sam said. He leaned back on his knees, swiftly tugging his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. Then he crawled back on top of you, lips attacking your neck with sloppy kisses as his hand slipped into your pajama shorts.

You let out a content sigh, your hands tracing his back muscles as he nipped at your neck. “God,” you whispered, lips parting as his fingers slipped into your underwear and through your slick folds.

“Happy I’m awake now?” Sam grunted, kisses making their way towards your lips.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, bucking your hips to match the increasing movement of his hand. Your hand slipped back into his hair, your nails scratching against the back of his head and making him moan in your ear. Your lips crashed together again, this one more sloppy as their teeths clayoud against one another, tongues battling for dominance. Your brows furrowed and you leaned your head back as a loud moan passed your lips, giving Sam more access to your neck.

He increased the movement of his slender fingers, grunting against your flesh as you continued to tug his hair and run your hand up and down his back.

“Sam!” you needily whimpered, body shuddering as you got closer and closer to release.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Sam murmured, lowering his body some as he adjusted himself above you, becoming more rough. “You want my mouth?”

Your response was a sweet little cry that was like music to Sam’s ears. He shifted his position and moved, his hand slipping from your pants as he eagerly tugged down your shorts and underwear while you lifted your body to make it easier. You watched with excitement as Sam hastily settled himself between your legs.

“Fuck, please b━” you sucked in a sharp breath as Sam flicked his tongue against you, his fingers returning and setting your entire body on fire. “God, Sam! Right there!”

Sam hummed against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure you felt. You tossed your head back as one of your hands returned to his hair, the fingers starting to unbutton the flannel you wore that was starting to feel like it was too much as you tugged it up some. “Yes! S-SAM!” you desperately cried out, coming against Sam’s mouth moments later.

He continued to work you through your orgasm, your hips settling on the mattress as you felt your heart rate begin to relax, but you weren’t finished just yet.

“C’mere,” you panted as you sat up, eager to continue. You hand went to the back of Sam’s neck, tugging him closer. He climbed back on top of you with a smirk, a desperate sound suddenly escaping from the back of his throat as you palmed him through his pants.

“Fuck Y/N,” he panted, eyes flicking up to meet yours as he lifted his head. If you kept going at the rate that you were, he’d be coming undone in seconds. He pulled away slightly, his hand going on top of yours to make your pause. “Where’s━”

“The top drawer,” you hastily answered as you pointed to the nightstand on what seemed to be more “Sam’s side”.

Sam raised his brows at you, seeing your sheepishly shrug and smile. “Well, you never know what’ll happen and you gotta be prepared. . .and it’s kinda like we’re having a honeymoon since we━”

“The best honeymoon ever,” Sam smiled, giving you a quick kiss. You smiled, biting your lip as Sam climbed off the bed and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He quickly got rid of his pants and underwear while you managed to slip the flannel off and toss it somewhere else as you weren’t exactly paying attention to anything besides Sam.

You wiggled your brows at him as he climbed back on the bed, making a chuckle escape his lips as he moved above your once more. you let out a breath, your eyes raking over him before your eyes locked with his. “I love you,” you softly said.

“I love you, too, baby,” Sam murmured, bending down to give you a sweet kiss. Yoi shifted slightly to get in a more comfortable position, moving your legs and wrapping both of your legs around Sam’s waist. “You ready?”

You nodded, giddily grinning. “Yeah.”

Sam passionately kissed your as he entered you, moaning into your mouth at the feeling. You gasped and your eyes fluttered closed, tightening your legs around your husband. “Shit, baby,” Sam whispered, nuzzling his nose against your as he waited a moment. You tilted your head, resting a hand on one of his broad shoulders, catching his gaze. “You okay?”

You nodded, your hand moving to his jaw, finger swiping over his bottom lip. “Always when I’m with you.”

Sam brightly smiled, his dimples poking out of his cheeks.

Then he started to move, starting out slow to make sure you got to enjoy it, too. Sam clenched his eyes shut as he moved his hips, bending down so your bodies were closer together while he held himself up with one of his arms, the other one traveling back down between your legs. You craned your neck, nails scratching against Sam’s back as your hands moved up and down his frame. Sam let out an unrestrained moan, starting to pick up the pace.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, lips moving against his neck, nipping and sucking wherever you could while Sam rubbed at your clit, slipping in and out of your with ease. You mewled with approval, smirking against Sam’s neck when he panted out your name over and over.

“Fuck me,” Sam whispered, moving at a faster, more rough pace.

You smirked, catching his eye. “I thought I already was.”

Sam breathed out a laugh, dipping his head down. Your head fell back on one of the pillows, gasping as Sam kissed along your jaw, going further down and towards your chest. “Holy shit, Sam,” you moaned, tugging on his hair and making him grunt. “Baby, I-I━”

“I know, I know. Me too,” Sam panted, his hand keeping him propped up moving to touch the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, eyes closing and lips falling open to create one of the most attractive expression’s Sam had ever seen on your face. Sam panted, watching you as he felt your clench around him, coming again. “Fuck, Y/N!”

Sam came moments later, head dropping as he let out a loud groan. He continued to slowly move and work you both through their orgasms, stopping after a few seconds. He picked his head back up, offering you a dazed smile as you gazed up at him with a tired grin. “Bet none of those old Men of Letters had this kind of fun on one of these beds,” you cheekily said, giggling as Sam chuckled on top of you.

“I doubt it,” Sam said in agreement, sitting up on his knees and slipping out of you. You let out a content sigh as Sam then stood up, removing the condom to throw it away before slipping his underwear back on. You turned your head and looked over at the floor in search of Sam’s flannel you’d stolen that morning, but all you spotted was your underwear and the shirt Sam had been wearing. You sat up from the bed and picked them up, carefully slipping on the shirt and then your underwear.

You sat on the edge of the bed, glancing over your shoulder to find Sam softly smiling at you. “What?” you asked with a soft laugh.

“Nothin’,” Sam happily answered. “I just, uh. . .I love you.”

You beamed and moved, crawling over the bed towards him where he was standing. You sat up on your knees, wrapping both of your arms around his shoulders as you gazed at him. “I love you too,” you said, pecking his lips. “Now, what do you say we finish breakfast?”

“I already had my breakfast,” Sam cheekily replied.

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes. “Very funny, Sam” you said, unraveling your arms from him to climb off the bed so you were standing in front of him. “I’m serious, though. I was kinda looking forward to some toast.”

Sam chuckled, faintly nodding his head. “All right, all right,” he said, starting to head for the dinner. “I still think my breakfast was better than toast.”

[spunkpunx]

Say You Love Me - Jimmy Darling

Plot: Reader is heartbroken when she hears Jimmy has lost his hands, but when they're replaced he decides to make up for lost time

Word count: 3105

Warnings: Smut, Smoking, Mild violence

The words hit me like a ton of bricks when Dell brought the news. Jimmy's hands were gone. My Jimmy's hands were gone. Taken. That no good piece of shit Richard Spencer and his lies. I couldn't believe Elsa had fallen for his bollocks, but I supposed that was his game. The rest of the freaks stood in shock.

"Oh no, not Jimmy!" Ima cried over dramatically. I felt my blood boil. My skin crawled as she wailed. I felt my ears burn up with my rage. She'd been here not five minutes and here she was, caterwauling over what they had done to him. I couldn't out loud admit what I felt about Jimmy, but I sure as hell could let it be known how I felt about her. I ran at her and swung one hard punch to the side of her head. The force did not knock her over, but the shock certainly did. 

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I spat out the words repeatedly as I continued to hit her face and chest once she had fallen. I felt my eyes prick as I screamed at her, before Paul and Eve pulled me away. The second the anger cleared I collapsed in tears. Penny came over to me as Eve followed Dell out the tent. She held me tight as I sobbed into her chest. Ima was taken out the tent, bloodied and bruised and sniveling. I lifted my head only to spit in her direction.

"Shh, shh," Penny cooed, stroking my hair. 

"What have they done to him?" I whimpered, my voice coming out far more feeble and cracked then I had ever heard it. "How's he going to survive in there without his hands?"

"I don't know," Penny told me, honestly. "I'm sure he'll find a way."

She took me back to my caravan and I poured myself a drink. I pulled an ashtray out the cupboard and lit a cigarette.

"You don't have to watch over me Penny. I'm sure you probably best go check on your man."

"I don't want to leave you like this," she admitted, sat delicately on the edge of my bed. She was still so beautiful, despite the lizard tattoo, and so kind as well. I couldn't bear to be around anyone at the minute though.

"I'll be fine," I told her softly, but when she didn't move I snapped at her. "Piss off! I don't want you here!" I hadn't meant to be so harsh, but she gathered herself up and left. I knocked back my drink in one. It burned my eyes and stung my throat but I hoped for my own sake it would help me sleep.

I went through more alcohol and more cigarettes. My ashtray overflowed. My head was spinning as I reached toward the bottom of the bottle. With my head heavy I fell over into my bed and pulled the covers round myself, only bothering to clumsily remove my shoes before shutting my eyes tight and trying to forget my thoughts. I lay there, my mind playing a reel of horrors of what could have happened to Jimmy. I pictured him beaten in a jail cell, battered to death like Meep was, or sat in despair at his own situation. I knew he couldn't have killed those women, even if he didn't, because he was here in this caravan when it happened. I knotted my fingers into my hair, reeling drunk. I was just as bad as he had been. 

I eventually passed out, but kept waking, sweaty and restless after nightmares. At one point my stomach turned and I chugged up my guts off the side of my bed. I rolled back over after that and caught half an hours rest before I woke again. The night went on like that until the sun rose and Eve came in to get me up. 

"Oh sweetheart," she muttered upon seeing my sorry state. She delicately picked her way to the bed past the vomit and brought me out of bed to go sit on the seat I had. I blubbered pathetically while she tossed a towel over my mess and brought me a glass of water. I was still slightly drunk, but tried to be as co-operative as possible. Eve sat next to me, pulling me in for a hug while I continued to feel like a maudlin burden on her. She took me over to have breakfast with the others, and I hiccuped my way through some bread and butter, as everyone threw pitiful stares my way. I began to sober up. 

"I'm sorry, Eve. I'm sorry I'm so useless."

"Don't be silly, come with me," she directed, taking my hand and leading me away from the show ground. As we walked further away I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"It's awful nice of you to try cheer me up but I'd rather not go anywhere," I told Eve, following her through the undergrowth. We passed the spot where Ethel had ended her life, which brought back more memories of how Jimmy had been after she passed. My eyes welled, but I tried hard to keep it suppressed. I didn't want anyone to think I was being such a pathetic mess over Jimmy Darling. I didn't want to be another of the freaks that he's fucked and now loves him.

"It's Elsa who said you ought to come here," Eve explained. It was probably her plan to distract me from my wallowing, or punish me for what I did to Ima. I expected hard labour ahead of me.  We reached a small barn with the doors locked. Eve produced a key, unlocking the chains. "Now listen. Elsa says its your job to look after him," she instructed pulling the door open to let me see inside. It took me a minute to realise there was a bed, a bed and a familiar face. 

"Jimmy!" I gasped, rushing to his side. I burst into tears again, this time from pure relief. "Oh baby your hands!" 

By his side lay two bloodied stumps wrapped in bandage. His eyes filled with tears when he looked at me. 

"Princess I haven't ever seen you cry before," he told me lightheartedly, but his voice cracked and he wept. I placed my hand on his face and he leaned into my touch as I wiped his tear with my thumb. I turned back to give Eve a thank you but she had left. I turned to Jimmy. 

"I thought you were gonna be gone forever," I told him, sniffling. 

"Me too baby." I bent down and pressed my lips down against his. We shared a salty kiss. I felt him flinch hard and cut off the kiss when he lifted his arm hold me. He immediately broke down in tears again. "I'm never going to be able to hold you again," he whimpered, and I sensed that there was certainly more to it than that. It stung to see him in such a sorry state.

"Oh Jimmy don't upset yourself," I tried to comfort him. "I have to change your bandages. Okay?" He shook his head. "I let you do it for me," I reminded him.

"Well you have no fucking idea how much it hurts," he snapped. I understood his frustration, but I couldn't help but pull away, hurt. His eyes softened. "I'm sorry (y/n), I just... I just don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Hold, still." I ran my hand down his arm slowly until I reached the bandage trying to cause minimum pain. I unwrapped it slowly, Jimmy putting on a brave face. As I pulled the bloodied part away from his wound he flinched and gritted his teeth. "This is really gonna sting," I warned as I poured alcohol onto cotton to clean his injury. He bit down on his pillow and nodded for me to go ahead. I wiped it as gently as I could and tried to ignore his muffled howl. "I'm sorry." He let the pillow from his teeth.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, doll," he assured, breathless from pain. I took his stump in my hands, wrapping it in bandage.

"I tried to tell the police it wasn't you, but they wouldn't listen."

"It might have been me, I was there, I was blind drunk."

"It wasn't, Jimmy. You were in my caravan. You said you loved me."

"I do." He looked at me sincerely. I avoided his eye, focusing my attention back to binding up his arm.

"You don't Jimmy, you love Maggie, you only wanted me because you were scared she might leave you and you thought I wouldn't." I sighed. 

"That's not true, I kept coming back because I love you." Tears pricked my eyes again. He probably thought Maggie had left and was settling for me. I tied off the bandage and he raised his arm up to my face, sucking in his breath sharply as his stump brushed my cheek. "And you love me too."

"No, I don't," I lied. He watched me, his stare breaking me apart like it always had.

"Paul came by before you. I haven't seen you cry once before, (y/n), but he said you have been tearful all morning. He also told me about Ima," he teased, smugly. I didn't know it was possible to sound both so weak and so smug at the same time. 

"I was worried, it doesn't mean-" 

"Please just tell me it does. Just tell me you love me, it's all I ever wanted to hear." I let out a breath I never realised I was holding.

"I love you, Jimmy Darling." He smiled at me. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a few draws. I put it between his lips for him so he could take a puff. 

"Look at me," he complained. "Can't even hold my own cigarette."

"Hush now Jimmy. Things will take time," I reassured him, to little effect. We shared the rest of the cigarette and I moved round to change the bandage on the other side. Jimmy didn't speak until I'd finished and stood up to leave.

"Thank you, (y/n)," he said sincerely. I went back to his bedside, leaned down a pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'll be here to change your bandages again tomorrow,"  I told him softly.

Although Elsa had not left, she had still sold the show to Chester, who although had a definite screw loose, seemed harmless enough. He was bright, chirpy and certainly not bossy. His odd qualities only came from the wooden ventriloquist doll he was so attached to. The twins seemed quite smitten with him, and, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were screwing him. 

I was civil with Maggie after her trickery, especially knowing how difficult the world could be, but Jimmy had far from forgiven her. This was a hard situation to negotiate. She had asked about him, and I knew she cared, but Jimmy was set in his hatred of her. It was hard to sympathise with a woman who had been part in a scheme resulting in the death of Ma Petite and the loss of Jimmy's hands. For the most part I told the truth. Jimmy was not going to soften any time soon.

I apologised to Ima too, hard as it was. She didn't really take my apology, but it hardly bothered me. It was mainly for the sake of the others, and to keep the peace. 

That night, Dell was shot. He, it turned out, had been the one to kill Ma Petite. I felt bad for his death. As shitty as his actions were, I always felt he was trying his hardest for a better life. Still, killing another freak was unforgivable, and Ma Petite was innocence itself. It was my job to deliver the news to Jimmy, which was horrible.

"He was my father!" 

"I know Jimmy! I'm sorry!"

"Don't you dare start apologising for those murderers, (y/n)!"

"Jimmy he killed Ma Petite!" I ended up snapping. "He killed an innocent and he paid the price." Jimmy broke down into tears again, and I ended up wrapping my arms around him.

"I'm losing everything."

"Come on, baby. It hurts to see you cry so much," I mumbled into his neck. He sobbed into my shoulder.

"Don't ever leave me (y/n). Don't ever break my heart.”

The day Jimmy's hands were ready was the happiest I had seen him in months. I came into the barn again to see him, when I spotted him sat on the bed. The moment he saw me he stood up and rushed toward me. I opened my arms to him and he caught me in his grasp, lifting me off my toes. He kissed me, properly. His dark eyes seemed full of hope. I took his arms from around me and held one of his new hands in mine. Mr. Dolcefino had created perfect wooden hands, still with Jimmy's finger shapes. They were works of art.

"They're beautiful, baby," I told him, smiling.

"They ain't half as functional as they were, but my hands have never looked so good."

"Your hands always looked good." I kissed him again, harder this time. He pulled me flush against him.

"It kills me I can't touch you the same baby," he told me, running his wrists down my side in place of his hands.

"I don't care, Jimmy. I love you," I said, and it was the first time I'd said it since he asked me to. He pulled me in again for another kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and pushing the backs of my knees against the bed. "Easy tiger," I teased.

"I haven't held you in so long (y/n)," he replied, pushing himself even closer to me, my body flush with his own. I felt him, hard against my thigh. I kissed him again, hard, and let him push me onto the bed, his own weight on top of mine. He began to nip at my neck, and I sighed contentedly. He went to cup my breast with his hand, but came short when he realised his hands could not move the same, could not feel. "Baby, I'm sorry," he apologised, sitting up on his knees and pulling away. I sat up with him and put my hands around his neck, fiddling with the hair at its nape.

"You aren't giving up that easy are you?" I jibed. "After all, you have a mouth in perfect working order." He grinned at me, pulling me into another hungry kiss. He nibbled down my neck again.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to undress yourself, doll." I did as instructed, pulling my jumper over my head while Jimmy watched. He returned to kissing my collarbone as I undid my bra. His kisses travelled over my breasts, wooden hand against my side. He kissed along my chest, eventually moving to take one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as I sighed. He bit down on it and I yelped, scolding him lightly by giving him a little slap on the arm. He grinned again at my reaction, before kissing his way down my sternum. He stopped for a second, giving me an opportunity to pull my trousers off for him. I went to pull my underwear down but he stopped me, instead using his teeth to pull them down and bringing them the rest of the way with his prosthetic. I laughed at his actions, until he buried his face into my heat, licking over my clit again and again. I felt myself get quickly wetter as he flicked his tongue up my slit. His attention went back to my clit, circling it as I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling at it and moaning as I did. I felt my cheeks flush when he came back up the bed to kiss me again, my taste still on his lips. "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable in these pants, do you think you can help doll?" he asked. I happily obliged.

"Of course baby." I pulled his shirt of his shoulders slowly, the removed his vest, taking my time to run my hands all across his chest and take it all in again. I ran my hand over his stomach and reached to palm him through his trousers. He groaned and closed his eyes. Then I took off the trousers, getting him to sit up in order to help me. I could see the shame in his eyes so as soon as they were off I kissed him hard and put my hands into his pants, stroking his cock. He let out the most delicious moan into the kiss. After a minute of this we were both desperate for it so I bit his earlobe and pulled his cock out of his pants, guiding it to the right place. He pushed into me slowly.

"Fuck," he swore, before capturing my mouth with his and thrusting again. I let out another moan into his mouth as he bit down hard on my lip. He pressed wet kisses into my neck, speeding up his thrusts with considerable lack of control. It had been a while since we had sex, so the desperation in his movements was very apparent. He let out the most beautiful gasps and moans, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as he continued to nip and suck at my collarbone. I tugged at his brown curls and he groaned breathily. He recaptured my lips in his own and I let out a moan as he pushed deeper into me.

"Jimmy," I panted into his ear, before pulling on his earlobe with my teeth. He let out what was almost a growl and fucked me even harder. I felt myself drawing closer to finishing and let out a desperate string of swears.

“Come on, baby doll, fuckin finish for me,” Jimmy murmured deeply, kissing along my jaw and neck before biting down on my collarbone. I let out a gasp as I felt a wave of pleasure over me, clenching around him and digging my nails into his back. He kept going, his thrusts sloppy, coaxing me through my orgasm until a faltering moan fell from his lips and he pulled out, spilling his load onto my stomach. He lay on top of me, spent, and I pulled my fingers through his hair, running my nails against his scalp.

“You really love me?” I asked, as his hot breath brushed my neck. Before he answered he pressed soft kisses against my shoulder.

“Of course I do, doll face.”

[step-on-me-khun]

Hi! First of all I love your work when it comes to these things 🥺 The portrayal accuracy is so on point!! Anw, suggesting an x reader scenario where reader rejects becoming a zahard princess because she wants to love khun---he gets flustered and stuff then fluff/smut ending

Hello <3 Thank you! Hope you like and enjoy.

NSFW - No minors please!

Warning: Smut

Words Count: 1981

You? A princess of Jahad? Most people would be thrilled at such an offer. You weren't one of them. Was it nice that you were considered strong and powerful? Of course, it was. But respect from those around you was something you didn't want to lose.

You couldn't be a princess for Jahad anyway. You would have to give up on love, and it was something you didn't want to let give up. Being around that someone was more important than being a frightening woman.

There was nothing you wanted to tell him, and this wasn't important. But this was Khun. He would find out eventually. Either you would have to come clean to him, or he would find out himself.

Every time you thought about him, you wanted to cry. Meeting in secret wasn't an option. Your heart wouldn't be able to take it.

"Hey, what do you think of me becoming-" you start.

"-a princess of Jahad? I already know," Khun interrupts, surprising you a little.

"How did you know?"

"I have my ways," he flashes a smug smile your way. "It's your choice. I'm not going to talk you in or out of it,"

Your look down and sign, your fists clenching by your side.

Khun noticed, "is something wrong?"

You both sat on the end of his bed, the TV in front of you on. He could tell you were tense. Khun was good at reading people.

"There was a reason for me not accepting their offer," you say, staring up at the ceiling.

Hiding your feelings any longer wouldn't help you in any way. But it was difficult for you to confess.

"I didn't ask, but okay," Khun says bluntly. He was oblivious to how you were feeling about him. It would be better if he secretly found out and initiated things. That wasn't likely to happen.

Khun did want to know, but he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. It was a big decision. Your emotions were all over the place. Saying the wrong thing was likely to make things worse for you.

A sigh escapes Khun's mouth, "I'm not going to rush you to do anything," he starts, trying hard to sound caring, "I can tell something's eating at you. I'm here if you want to share your problems,"

"I can't do that," you quietly say.

"And why's that?"

You close your eyes and sigh, worried about what you were about to do and say.

"I don't want to hurt you,"

"Don't be an idiot," his blunt words and tone weren't out of the ordinary. You didn't want him to be annoyed at you. "You're not someone who gets to me that easily,"

"Oh," he left you with nothing to say. But still, the situation wasn't exactly delicate. You wanted to scream and cry at the same time.

The tension that built inside you grew more and more. It made you feel sick inside. Bottling everything up like this did no good to you at all.

"I didn't want to be a princess because," you start, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself.

"Don't," Khun stops you before you could tell him anything.

Just as you had got yourself comfortable to confess to him, he stops you. There could be many reasons as to why he did, but all you felt was confusion. He was clever. You didn't think about what you'd do if he guessed what you'd say to him.

Khun gets off the bed and moves in front of you. "If you're going to tell me that I'm the reason you didn't join, then we can settle this whole situation right now,"

His pale hands gently cup your face. Your eyes wandered from the floor to his blue eyes. Those blue ocean-like eyes made you feel like you were falling into the deep and never-ending sea. It was easy to get lost in him.

"But Khun, I,"

"I know, you don't have to explain anything. I could tell from how much you were struggling,"

You couldn't help but wonder he if knew. He could be acting out of pity or out of spite. Lord knows how anyone could ever read into this guy, but that alone made you fall for him harder.

"I'd do anything for you, (Y/N)," his voice was soft and low.

You stared into his eyes for so long that you didn't notice until it was too late, his soft lips pressed onto yours so gently. It made you jolt a little. He had found you while you were lost.

He was so sweet with you. It was nothing like what he had been like before. Your hands were dying to reach up and grab onto his hair.

All this action between your mouth made your arousal peak. You got hotter and hotter by the second.

Just as your hands left the bed to reach his hair, Khun pulls away. He left you feeling unsatisfied.

Both of you were red. A chuckle escapes Khun's mouth as he sees your face: mouth slightly agape, your cheeks red.

"Look at how red your face is," he says, smiling smugly at you.

"Shut up," you say, embarrassed by him, "you're face is red too,"

Nothing you could ever say would make him as embarrassed as you. He would always try to keep his cool. Like he was testing you.

His thumb lightly caresses your cheekbone. "I do love you," he says quietly, pressing his forehead on yours. "You don't know how much it would hurt me to have you leave,"

You spent a few moments staring into each other's eyes again. Khun's long fingers slid delicately across your face like they were taking in every inch of your skin.

You hit the bed below you quickly as Khun pushes you down. His eyes turned dark; they grew sinister the more you looked at him.

Nothing inside you wanted him to stop, even as his top half hovered over you. You hadn't even told him how you felt.

His fingers pull on the hem of your top, yanking it up over your head.

Your arms were by your side, fingers grabbing tightly onto the bed.

A knee goes between your legs, up near your already wet core. Khun was teasing you, which wasn't surprising at all.

His teeth graze lightly on your earlobe. A strained whine fell from your lips. The feeling of his breath on your neck giving you goosebumps. He gently pulls on your earlobe then releases it.

"I love you," you whisper, nearly inaudibly. Realising what you just said, your eyes widened, and your face reddened more. Since when were you so forward?

The sound of Khun chuckling echoed in your ear, "I could've guessed." He moves your bra straps off your shoulders, then kisses the right one. "You haven't pushed me away yet,"

That was true. But Khun was so clever and so good at reading into situations that you didn't think about his reaction at first.

His lips leave a trail of soft kisses from your collarbone up to your neck, trying to search for that sweet spot. Breathy moans escape your mouth as he continues, his hands behind your back, trying to unclasp your bra and succeeding nearly effortlessly.

After a while of searching, Khun finds that spot on your neck. A few short moans leave your lips as his mouth attacks your skin, his teeth nibbling on it.

It took everything inside you not to squirm around too much at the feeling. Khun went from nibbling to kissing to sucking on your sweet spot, then going back and nibbling again. You were becoming impatient.

"Stop it," you whine.

Yet again, all you earned was a chuckle from him. He liked you like this.

He moves from your neck, hovering over you again.

"Aww, you're not getting needy, are you?" He mocks you.

You shift and turn your head to the side, "maybe a little," you say, then turn to look at him again.

A smug smile lit up his face. His hands quickly undid his shirt buttons, then swiftly pulled his shirt above his head.

You watched him as he undressed, moving to your lower clothing, removing it just as quickly as his shirt, leaving you naked in front of him.

"You're not scared, are you?" Khun asks, a little worried.

"No, I don't need to be. I'm with you,"

You could hear the shuffling of clothes as Khun rushed to get rid of his.

"That's what I like to hear," Khun says as he hovers over you once again, placing a kiss on your forehead as he pushes inside you slowly.

"You don't need to hold back," you say as your hands reach his back.

"If that's what you want, then I'm not going to,"

The moment you told him that, he sped up. You weren't aware of how rough he would be. But it didn't matter. He was making you feel good.

Your nails dug into the skin of his back, pushing him a little lower onto you.

Nothing but sweet moans left your mouth as the speed of his thrusts got more and more intense. It felt like you were close to breaking.

After all the anxiety you had built up in you faded away, a sense of relief rushed from your head to your toes.

His hands moved your legs over his shoulders, giving him a better angle.

Of course, Khun was enjoying it. Seeing your angelic face was enough for him to lose himself. But he didn't.

It was difficult for you to hear it, but you would often hear small grunts and groans escape Khun's mouth.

You felt like you were going to sink into the bed.

"Ah, dammit, Khun," you moan, feeling a knot form inside you.

"Mmm, I know, beautiful," Khun groans.

It was the first time he had called you anything other than an idiot. It made your heart flutter.

The feeling of your soft walls clamping around him made Khun's thrusts more erratic. A hiss escapes his mouth as he closes his eyes, enjoying how you felt around him.

Your forehead press against each other as you cried out loudly, your vision turning white as you came on his length.

His thrusts still were as fast as before. A breathy groan leaves his mouth as he releases inside you.

The light touch of your breath skimmed across your faces as Khun slowed down, then came to a halt, pulling out of you slowly.

Khun climbs onto the bed, his weight making you shift as he moves to the top of the bed. He lies on his back, looking at you to join him.

You considered ignoring him and just laying there idly, but you wanted to lay in his arms for a while, so you made your way over to him.

Khun gladly opened his arms to you, kissing your cheek as you lay on top of him. His hands lay on your back, finger brushing through your hair. Now and then, you could feel his nails softly graze your scalp.

"I should have told you ages ago," you say quietly.

"About being a princess of Jahad or?" He questions.

You tut, "both,"

He scoffs at you. "Are you going to keep anything else away from me?"

"Are you going to stop asking me questions?"

"Only if you tell me that you love me again,"

He was always the type to try and rile you up, even over the silliest of things.

"I love you?"

"Idiot,"

"You're nice," you say sarcastically.

"I know," he pecks your face, "but that's why you love me,"

You smile up at him, eyes meeting each other.

"I do love you, Khun. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it,"

"Don't be silly. I love you too, dumbass,"

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[pumpkinov]

Where the Dust Settles

I will probably move this to Ao3 when I have a way more solid idea of my plot, but for now, it goes here. Mostly so I don’t lose it.

Portia Collins, the sole survivor of Vault 111 has lost more than most. With the Institute defeated, she sets her sights to the next big jobs - unification of the Commonwealth wastelands and the large warship docked at the Boston Airport. More work for the General of the Minutemen, who is finding herself increasingly alone as her companions move on with their lives. John Hancock, the Ghoul Mayor of Goodneighbour is struggling to find his footing in the new political climate of the Commonwealth, and is finding a surprisingly vocal supporter in his local Minuteman General. 

 Chapter 1. Why do you only call me when you’re high?

Portia observed the Third Rail with a headache forming. Her and Preston had arrived around midday, greeted by Fahrenheit. The relationship forming between the Commonwealth Minuteman and the settlement of Goodneighbour was a point of pride for the General. They were welcomed warmly, and their brief meeting with the Ghoul Mayor who ran the town had been pleasant, if frustratingly shortlived. But as the weather soured, most of the town had gathered in the bar. And it was cramped.

Ensuring that Preston was indeed distracted by Magnolia, Portia slid a cigarette out of a pack someone left on the table and headed to the door, abandoning her coat for the sake of an unobserved getaway. She nodded at Ham as she headed up the stairs, and slipped out the door.

She instantly regretted leaving her coat behind, the wind was frigid and there were clumps of watery snow on the ground. She could see her breath as she dug around in her pockets for a lighter. She came up empty, and was about to head back inside, defeated, when a weight hit the wall next to her. Hancock twisted the wheel of his lighter and held it in front of her, rolling his cigarette between his thin lips as Portia drew the smoke into her lungs.

He lit his cigarette, and flicked the lighter closed, sliding it into his jacket in a movement so fluid it had to be practiced. They smoked in companionable silence for a moment, Portia leaning her head against the brick wall. She eventually rolled her head to the side, fixing her eyes on her silent companion. His face in the portrait was familiar now, dark eyes, noseless and scarred.

“I wish you’d change your mind about joining us in Diamond City.” She commented. “You’re the only leader of a settlement not coming. And the Minutemen could use you.”

He slid her a look, a smirk twisting across his face, “There’s not enough caps in the whole Commonwealth that would convince me to go inside the Great Green Jewel again.”

“Nothing could convince you?”

His eyes slid down her frame, and the smirk widened “I’m sure something could.”

Portia rolled her eyes, and elbowed him. He laughed roughly, and took another deep drag of his cigarette. “Besides Sunshine, I’ve already built my personality around one hat. I don’t think even a ghoul with my kind of charisma could make those minuteman specials work.”

Portia smiled around her cigarette for a moment, “Don’t let Preston hear you say that. He’s very proud of his hat.”

“And yet the General doesn’t wear one.” Hancock breathed a plume of smoke out, tendrils escaping through his exposed naval cavity.

Portia didn’t reply, just smiled and watched a handful of small snowflakes begin to fall around the streetlight. Another freezing night.

“Maybe it’s for the best that you don’t come to this meeting in Diamond City.” She said, flexing the fingers that weren’t clamped around her cigarette. Her fingertips were turning red. “I’ve seen your diplomacy in action, Mayor. I’ve stepped over the dead body of your diplomacy.”

He laughed deep in his throat at the comment. “Don’t flatter yourself General, Finn was on thin fucking ice before he decided to shake you down. I didn’t stab a man for a woman I’d just met.” He finally turned his head to meet her gaze, his black eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned, smugly. “I’d strongly consider stabbing a man for you now, given the right incentives.”

Portia took her final drag of her cigarette, and dropped it onto the ground, crushing it beneath her heel. She looked back at Hancock, and breathed her final lung full of smoke out.

“Let me guess, Mayor Hancock, would that incentive happen to be wildly inappropriate?”

His eyes flashed. “Not wildly. Perhaps not for polite company.”

Portia rolled her eyes again, and stuffed both her hands under her armpits. She glanced back at the metal door leading into the Third Rail. She really wasn’t ready to return back to that crowd yet. Hancock seemed to sense her hesitation, he tucked his hand back into his jacket and produced another cigarette. She accepted it, stamping her feet a little to get warm.

“Is there any polite company in Goodneighbour?” She busied herself with lighting the cigarette with Hancock’s proffered lighter, waiting for his usual flirtatious quip. Instead, when she looked up to return his lighter, she saw him watching as Daisy appeared around the corner, wrapped in a scarf and jacket.

“There’s some.” He said quietly.  Portia hummed in agreement, waving as Daisy approached.

“Quittin’ time?” Hancock asked her, offering Daisy his arm. “Would you do me the honour of letting me buy you a drink?”

“John Hancock I’ve told you a million times, I’m too old for you.” Daisy laughed. He groaned in response, placing his free hand across his heart, closing his eyes dramatically.

“And I’ll keep asking, let a ghoul dream!” He pitched his cigarette butt and opened the door for her with a flourish, then glanced back up at Portia. “Same again?”

“Mayor Hancock I told you, we can’t be out late, Preston and I are due in Diamond City early in the morning.”

He grinned at her. “So, same again?”

“Hancock!” Portia smiled despite herself. “This happens every time! I’ll take a bourbon and Nuka.”

“For Pete’s sake Hancock!” Ham called, “In or out man, the wind is friggin’ freezing!”

“Yeah, yeah, hold your horses!” Hancock called through the door, before looking back at her.

The playful, flirtatious grin he usually held was gone. His face was serious, his eyes still. Portia felt her stomach lurch up as she recognised the look as straight lust. She stared back at him, heart all of a sudden pounding in her throat. She snaked her tongue out, to wet her all of a sudden dry lips. Hancock’s gaze dropped to her lips for a moment, before catching himself. He pulled the smirk back, but his eyes kept their intensity.

“I’ll give you a second alone.” He rasped, “feels like you might not get much of that these days, General.”

Despite the heat rising from her core, Portia grabbed ahold of herself, and smiled.  “Bourbon and Nuka, remember?”

Hancock nodded and closed to the door, leaving her to the whirling wind, and her thoughts.

She crushed the half finished cigarette beneath her heel and headed back into the crowded bar, finally defeated by the snow now lightly falling. Preston was at the bar, talking animatedly with Magnolia. The place was crowded, and she had to squish herself past several people. They all turned and stared at her as she passed, and the heat was rising in her face again. Portia never quite felt comfortable in crowds like this. She finally reached Preston, who turned and beamed at her. “General, did you need a drink?”

“No, thank you, I think the Mayor -” She was interrupted as Whitechapel Charlie slid a glass of bourbon and nuka in front of her. “Oh, thank you.” She wrapped her fingers around the glass, and swirled the liquid around.

“I’m just going to freshen up” Magnolia drawled, draping an arm across Preston’s shoulder’s as she rose from her stool. “Don’t go anywhere.” She drifted off in a cloud of perfume, leaving a rather dazed minuteman in her wake.

“You still in there Garvey?” Portia smiled against the glass as she sipped her drink. God bourbon was so sweet. She didn’t really know why she drank it.

He smiled rather bashfully, shaking his head. “She’s really one hell of a woman.”

“Yeah, she has that effect on people,’ Portia dropped her hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to turn in after I finish this - do you need anything else before I go?”

“You won’t stay until she finishes singing?”

“No, I’m beat.” She took another mouthful, just trying to get rid of it now. “But you stay out, just don’t be too hungover for our council meeting tomorrow.”

He grinned at her, “you really don’t trust me, do you General?”

“Preston,” Portia fixed her eyes on her friend, raising an eyebrow, “I trust you to the ends of the earth. I would walk through fire for you. I would, and have, trusted you with my life. But I do not trust you not to get carried away drinking with a pretty woman.”

He laughed out loud at that, wrapping his hand around the neck of his beer bottle as he threw his head back. “Honestly, probably a wise choice.” His eyes sparkled a little under the light. There was a joy she hadn’t seen on his face … ever.  Preston had been by her side every step of the way, from the day she thawed out to now. He’d helped her find her son, and destroy her son. He’d helped her mourn her husband, and helped her survive in this new, strange world. Portia would sooner have set herself on fire than quash the happy, slightly drunken glow he was developing across his face.

“Have fun, Preston.” She squeezed his shoulder and moved away, taking a large mouthful and wincing as the far too sweet alcohol burned her tongue. God, why did she always ask for Bourbon, she fucking hated bourbon.

She reached the coat racks at the back of the bar, and started looking for her coat. She drained the last swallow of her glass, and without looking plonked it down on the nearest table.

“Sneaking out without saying goodbye, General?” A familiar rasp came from her left. Portia bit her lip, and pulled her attention away from the overstacked rack of coats. “As if anyone could leave without saying goodbye to you, Mayor.” Hancock was leaning against a chair, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, grinning like he always did.  “Do you need another drink?”

“No, thank you but I have to go.” She finally spotted her coat, and yanked it out of the tangled mass of fabric. She slipped it on over her shirt, and turned to face him. “Thank you, though. For meeting us, and hearing us out.”

His eyes softened a little. “I appreciate the invitation General. What you and the Minutemen are doing is impressive, joining the Commonwealth together like this. But I can’t go back there.”

Portia tightened her jacket around her, as Hancock swallowed the last of his drink and straightened up. “Come on, I’ll walk to you to the Rexford.”

“You don’t have to -”

He cut her off, offering her his arm. “It’s part of the Goodneighbour hospitality.”

The soft snow was swirling in the wind now, and Portia braced herself against the chill. It seemed to have no effect on Hancock, whose arm she clung to. He was so warm, even through the fabric of his jacket. Portia had to admit it was pleasant - the square was completely empty except for two of the neighbourhood watch, who nodded at them as they passed. The fresh air was refreshing after the stale smoke and beer they’d been breathing at the Third Rail. They reached the doors of the Rexford, and Portia turned to face him.

“Last chance, Mayor.” She brushed the hair out of her eyes as the wind whipped his jacket around his legs. “Are you sure you won’t come with Preston and I to Diamond City for this meeting? Every settlement group is sending a representative. It’s important.”

The wind had picked up now, and she had to lean in closer to him to hear his response.

“General, you really keep pushing this. Are you sure you don’t just want my company?”

She rolled her eyes, a smile bubbling to the surface despite her annoyance. “Hancock, really. Goodneighbour deserves a voice. Your people deserve a voice. You deserve to be there. If you’re not there, then Goodneighbour; your people? They stay disconnected from the rest of the Commonwealth.”

He fixed his eyes on her for a moment. “You really want to have me in Diamond City?”

She touched one of the buttons on his jacket, just needing a moment without his strange, black eyes boring into her. “It’s only fair, after everything.”

He shifted slightly closer, and her skin prickled. “OK, fine. I’ll come.”

She glanced up at him, a smile breaking across her face. “Excellent-”

“But,” he interrupted, his face still serious. “I will not be coming as part of your Minutemen. I respect your organisation General, but Goodneighbour is for the people, by the people, and I will not come shackled to your cowboy hats and holier-than-thou ideologies.”

She blinked, a little taken aback at the roughness under his usual rasp. “Of course, Mayor. The only shackles will be ones you attach yourself.”

A smile spread across his face at that comment, and Portia cursed herself. She shouldn’t have said that. It was just very hard not to flirt with him, despite his radiation ravaged face.

“I feel like the Minutemen and I may have very different ideas on the best use of shackles,” he murmured, now reaching a hand up to brush against the fingers she’d left on his button. His hands were so warm, and she resisted the urge to melt into his touch.

“Sorry to disappoint Mayor, but I leave the shackling to Preston.” She desperately tried to wheel it in, the air was too intimate now.

He was still looking at her, his eyes hungry. He moved to kiss her, and Portia put a hand against his chest. He stopped, still smiling down at her. The heat coming from him was insane, her fingers spread against his chest.

“Mayor, I don’t mix business with, well, thirty seconds of staring at the ceiling.”

He tilted his head back and laughed at this, heartily. It eventually turned into a cough which took a few seconds to get under control. When he finally regained composure and looked back down at her, there were tears in his eyes. “Oh, Christ Sunshine.” His tone was of amusement, he seemed completely unfazed at her rejection. “I only do business with pleasure. As for ceiling staring, it’s not something I’ve personally experienced, but I’m sure I could find some referrals if you’re concerned.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist, lifted it to his mouth and pressed his lips against the back of her hand; before stepping away from her. The cold wind rushed in to fill the spot where he’d stood, and Portia felt a chill wrap across her.

“Goodnight, General.” Hancock slid a cigarette into his mouth, and turned around. Portia called out to him as he disappeared towards the Third Rail.

“See you in the morning, Mayor!”

There was no way he’d show.

[jaylixjun]

last kiss

taylor swift song fic

fred x reader,george x platonic!reader sad),:

y/n looked at fred as they were talking in their bed laying down before they fell asleep. the room was dark but she still made out his face in the darkness. whispering their inside jokes and laughing about it. she looked at the muggle clock beside her. 1:58am it read.

“freddie, it’s almost two !” she whispered yelled

“so ?”

“you have work tomorrow !!”

“it’s whatever” he said going back into conversation with her .

she remembered that clear as day .

he had told her multiple times he loved her , so why did he leave her ?

she remembers the fresh smell of the rain as she got off the plane.

she couldn’t bear the heartbreak and would constantly see her self walking by the joke shop where her now ex love worked at .

she didn’t really know why he broke up with her, she thought they were fine .

july 9th, the day she moved in to her new home in a new place away from fred and far from the shop and everything .

as she was unpacking, she saw she accidentally brought one of freds jumper with her, or thats what she told herself. she hugged it tightly, still feeling his arms around her. she walked down the stairs her eyes never leaving the jumper. she wanted to toss it out, her arm stretching over the trash bin to throw it away but just couldn’t get herself to do it. instead she put it on. slowly backing back until she hit the wall and sat down on the floor, wearing his sweater.

did he miss her ? did he regret breaking up with her ? why did he do it ? all that ran through her mind

she let out a sob and placed her hand grazing her lips where fred once kissed her

she never thought they would share one last kiss

“fred…” she whimpered crying on the floor oh her kitchen

never did she think they would end , specially not like this .

..

she remember back to their time at hogwarts and everybody was excited about the yule ball.

fred and y/n always had something going on, despite her being ron’s age.

she didn’t expect him to ask her.

“i’m telling you now fred , i am NOT dancing, okay ??” she said emphasizing “not”

“we’ll see about that darlin’ “ he said kissing her cheek leaving her red faced there .

.

the yule ball was finally here. y/n had her beautiful dress that fit her perfectly, she felt utterly beautiful .

she walked down the stairs were fred was waiting for her. as she walked down, fred saw her, his eyes widened and his mouth opened. he always thought she was beautiful but he felt as he fell in love with her all over again .

“w-wow y/n you look- i mean you’re beautiful”

“why thank you” she said smugly as seeing him nervous for the first time, she took a bold move and kissed his cheek”you don’t look bad yourself”

fred didn’t say anything, just looked at her blushing, feeling his eyes about to pop out of his skull

“cat got your tongue ?” she said giggling

“shut up” he said letting out a chuckle before he returned to his normal self.

..

everybody was enjoying themselves at the ball, everybody dancing and jumping around, but y/n just sat on the chair eating a cupcake, she told fred she didn’t feel well to dance so she told him to go enjoy himself and not to worry about her. fred felt bad leaving her but george pulled him away.

y/n looked at fred showing off his dance moves to his friends making her chuckle, he was always the life of the party so it was no surprise to her. fred felt a gaze on him and spotted y/n looking at him, she quickly looked away feeling embarrassed but fred smirked , walking over to her.

“milady” fred said holding out his hand out for her

“no”

“pleaseee” he whined, still keeping his hand out for her

“fred, i don’t dance”

“just one, i swear”

y/n looked at him , his long hair as some strands fell into place like dominos(😉) , she couldn’t say no.

she rolled her eyes at him but a smile played on her face .

“fine” she replied and he immediately pulled her in .

it was not just one dance, they danced for the rest of the ball .

…

a few days later after the ball, the two began dating, they were always seen together.

which brings them one year later, fred was meeting y/n’s dad , he had already met her mom due to her being more understanding. fred was worried, he didn’t know what her dad would say about him and him dropping out of school .

“fredrick weasley?” he heard behind him starling him and quickly standing up

“that’s me” he said shaking his hand

“nice to met you mr.y/l, and you can call me fred if you’ll like”

“nice to met you too fred”

…

y/n thought back to how he always walks with his hands or his thumb inside his pockets and him not even noticing he would do it, she payed attention to him and everything her would do .

..

fred and y/n had recently gotten a flat together after the battle of hogwarts, y/n moved in right away with him after his near death experience and couldn’t leave him, not now, so she dropped out her last year and moved in with him .

she remembered how he would always kiss her when she was in the middle of a conversation .

he would always look at her like she was everything to him and would always look at her lips when she would talk , occasionally looking up to meet her eyes.

“we have to go pick up gin-“fred interrupted her by kissing her and held her face delicately with his right hand and leaving her stunned for a few seconds before she shook it off .

“fred ! were you listening !” she playfully raised her voice

“yes i was i swear !”

“as i was saying , we have to go pick up ginny tomorrow at te-“ he interrupted her again by kissing her

“fred !” she said as her cheeks turned red

“what ?” he played dumb

“did you hear me ?”

“yes, we have to go pick up ginny tomorrow at ten in the morning, i don’t get it , why can’t she just use the fire place or something”

“because we promis-“ he kissed her once again making her smile grow wide

“you’re impossible” she smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him

that was not the only time fred would do that to y/n, he started doing it right after they started dating .

oh how she missed those “rude” interruptions everyday

..

by this point, y/n face was flushed and eyes puffy and burning from crying, sitting on the kitchen clothes still wearing his “F” jumper on .

she got up but couldn’t take the jumper up, she slowly headed upstairs and turned on her shower, quickly undressing and taking a pain killer for her head as she looked at herself in the mirror judging herself, she didn’t even care that the water was too cold for her,she stilled hopped on and showered.

when she got out, she put on a comfy pair of pajama bottoms and put back fred’s jumper quickly getting on her bed and grabbing her blanket and hugging it tightly before she started crying again, eventually falling asleep, forgetting to start unpacking.

..

a month later into settling into her new house, y/n’s mind always wandered around and ended up thinking about fred. she kept herself updated about him and his shop. seeing pictures of him hurt, but somehow still wanted to see him. she recently had seen one of fred and george outside their shop, seeing him smile wide hurt, her eyes brimmed with tears as seeing him well , she felt selfish wanting to see him miss her like he missed him. she was so used to always seeing him right in front of her, now she watched him in pictures instead of her just being to turn her head and watch him sleep. the more she kept looking at his smiling face, she knew he forgot about her, she felt it, just how she would always feel him breathe..

…

a week later, y/n received an owl. she was surprised since she didn’t tell anyone where she was going in fear of fred finding out her location, not that she thinks he would care but still.

she opened it and saw she had more than one.

one from george, one from ginny and another one from harry .

they were all telling her how she missed her and want her to come back, she knew she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. she was still confused on how they found her location, guess she can’t stay away from wizards.

she eventually wrote back after a while.

she kept up with them after sending her first later after a while, knowing it wasn’t fair for them to be ignored by her by something out of their control.they eventually decided to meet up , and they did, a few times, they would apparate to her flat and have a cup of tea or go out for breakfast.

y/n saw george more often than the rest. her heart stinging when she saw him due to the fact of him being almost identical to fred, in her mind they still looked kind of different though.

“hellooo y/l/n !!!” a voice broke through her ears suddenly making her gasp and turn around with her wand up to the intruder.

“GEORGE !” she let out a sigh of relief seeing it was him, putting her wand down”you scared me you bastard !”

“ i know” he said while laughing pulling her into a hug

“don’t do that again !” she playfully smacked him making him dramatically pretend he was hit with a spell, causing y/n smile to fall a little as it reminded her of fred, but quickly returned back to her smile

“you ready ?” george asked .

“yess let me just get my wallet”

“nah it’s fine, don’t worry, lunch is on me y/n/n”

“what ? no way , let me go get it , it’s right upstairs i won’t take long”

“nonsense, cmon y/n it’s nothing”

“fine ! next time it’s on me though !”

“yeah yeah okay , on our way we go” he said as he opened the door for her and pushed her out .

…

after eating their lunch, george insisted for them to go get ice cream, and after a while of convincing her because she didn’t have her wallet, they went.

they were sitting down in a cute ice cream parlor having a conversation when she thought of bringing up fred, like she always did with any other of her friends when they spoke .

“s-so , george”

“yes ?” he said while grabbing a spoonful of y/n’s (favorite flavor)ice cream

“hey !” she said while stealing some of george’s ice cream too letting out a laugh .

“what were you gonna ask?” george said, sorta knowing what she was going to, he didn’t mind at all thought, y/n and fred been dating for years before they broke up and it hadn’t been long since they did, george didn’t tell y/n he was pissed at fred for doing so and didn’t even talk to him for a week unless it was necessary,y/n had always been george’s best friend and even cried when he found out she had moved away and didn’t know where she had gone, he strongly blamed fred for it but understood y/n needed her space.

“um yes, how’s you know who ?”

“voldemort? last time i checked he was dead, harry really did a number on that guy” he said trying to make her smile and smiled back once he saw it worked.

“you know who i’m talking about!”she laughed”fred..” but right as quickly, her smile disappeared.

“hey it’s okay” he said as he saw her eyes start to well up.

“i’m sorry” she apologized wiping her eyes.

“hey don’t apologize, it’s okay”

she nodded, waiting for an answer for her question .

george took a breath and blew out some air before answering

“fred, he’s well fred”he chuckled”he still gets in trouble when we’re with mum, he’s alright but you know, he still has his days,won’t want to come out his room or be grumpy all day, still finds joy in pranking ron . a few weeks ago, fred put spiders in his bed as bed bugs and ron freaked out! mum made him do chores as punishments and he knew he couldn’t get out of that one! ron tried to get him back but you know that never goes well , he wasn’t even fazed!”

“that sounds like them alright” y/n said, her mind going around the fact that he said fred would mop around his room, she though it was just normal because of his stress with work, george saw her thinking face and knew she was thinking about that part in particular but didn’t mention anything, unless she questioned it.

..

after an hour or so , george had to go back and took her back to her house, he saw how lost in thought she was and knew it was about what he said.

“thank you so much for coming georgie, i appreciate it”

“you’re so very welcomed y/n/n” he said giving her a hug”we all miss you, tons”

“i do too, tell them all i miss them too, well you know who and who to tell”

“i will, i’ll see if i can come back next week? of course only if you’re okay with that”

“yes yes of course! maybe even invite the others too, i haven’t seen them in a while”

“great! i’ll let them and you know then” he said kissing her forehead

“goodbye y/n! see you next week!”

“bye georgie and again thank you so much”

he saluted before apparating away.

y/n felt drained, she felt like she had to keep up her mood for george, it’s not everyday she sees him anymore and didn’t want him to feel bad. she hopes fred is doing all good, that it’s nice were he is,mentally and physically.

she hopes one day when he wakes up in a beautiful day, something reminds him of her and wished he had stayed with her instead of breaking up with her for an unknown reason to her, she hopes he plans on going back to her, still she never planned on him changing his mind about her and his future, their future.

y/n goes upstairs to her room and changes into comfortable clothes and takes off her make up, she didn’t plan on going out again that day.

she sees fred’s jumper calling her name and puts it on with no hesitation, she grabs his and her scrapbook and sits on the floor in his jumper.

she never thought they would kiss one last time, or that it would end like this, she always thought about that, she would always touch her lips and feel them let out his name in a shaky banter.

“fred….”

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hello ! hope you all liked it !! i really want to write a part two about fred’s p.o.v !! i most likely will !!should i make them get back together ??! or should y/n move on !!! anyways, stay safe !!!

part two and three are up !

[cherienymphe]

Protect & Serve VI (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: Cop!Steve, NON-CON, violence, voyeurism 

IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DNI

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary:  escaping an ugly past, you have no choice but to return home. While much has remained the same, Officer Rogers is a new addition who has won over the hearts of the town in your absence. And no one believes you when you start to see him for who he really is

~

Once Steve had had a taste of you, there was hardly a moment where his hands weren’t pawing at you…where his form wasn’t hovering over your own…where his harsh breathing didn’t fill your ears. You hated to admit that if he wasn’t who he was, you would have thoroughly enjoyed having sex with Steve. Even with the fight you put up, he always managed to throw you head first into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Like right now.

What you thought would be a calming shower, the one moment you got alone away from Steve’s oppressing desire, had turned into another rough entanglement of limbs. Your breasts pressed against the cool tile of the shower stall as Steve’s hand clenched around the back of your neck. One of your hands slid down the tile while the other reached back to desperately try and push him away.

His other hand dug into your hip as he thrust into you, and you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, a whimper bubbling within your chest. He leaned in to press his face into the crook of your neck, lips tasting your skin. He loved to do that, you noticed. Taste your skin. In any way he could. He groaned against your skin, and a low whine finally escaped you as you came around him, the feeling of warmth flooding you not far behind.

Relief filled you when his thrusts slowed. Steve had slipped into the shower with you over 20 minutes ago, and your body had started to ache. Your body sagged, and had Steve not wrapped his arm around you, you probably would have collapsed. He reached over to turn the water off before helping you out of the shower.

The weeks you’d spent in Steve’s hold, you found that he had been truthful. So long as you obeyed him, you didn’t have to deal with anything more than his insatiable appetite. However, you could only put up with that for so long. You knew what his plan was, and you knew that getting you pregnant was the best way to keep you from running. Fortunately for you, ever since your miscarriage, you’d been a fan of the Depo shot for almost a year now. However, unfortunately for you, your 3 months was almost up. It was almost time for you to get another shot, and if you didn’t make it out of here before that time, then you were screwed.

When you got downstairs, you found yourself handcuffed to the chair as Steve made breakfast like he did every morning. You never protested when he brought out the handcuffs, and you hoped that soon he would trust you enough to not use them anymore. He fed you, engaging in his favorite pastime of questioning you about your past, desperate to learn everything he could about you.

Sometimes you were tempted to ask about him too. But you were scared. Scared of what he might tell you. You wondered if he was always this way or was this something he picked up in college or maybe even after. Sometimes you wondered about what would happen should you become pregnant. You wondered if Steve were sick, like something that could be passed down, and the thought of having a child just like him made you want to be sick.

The day that everything changed was the day that Sam and Thor had come by. You and Steve had been on the couch, as comfortable as you could possibly be sitting next to your captor and rapist. The TV was blaring, but after feeling the heat of Steve’s gaze off and on, you got the feeling that he wasn’t really watching it.

You were proven right when his arm tightened around you, and his lips found your neck. Involuntarily, you had flinched, shrinking in on yourself, and Steve pulled you until you were sitting crossways on his lap. His lips found yours, covering them in a hungry kiss, and you pressed your hand to his chest to ground yourself.

His free hand found its way between your legs, poking and prodding at you until you felt yourself grow wet. His tongue explored the inside of your mouth just as his fingers eased themselves inside of you to do the same. You clenched his shirt into your fist, fire spreading throughout your body as he stroked you.

His mouth traveled to your neck, and the hand on your waist moved to pushed against your chest. Knowing what he wanted, you fell back, and Steve wasted no time in settling himself between your legs on his knees. He continued to pull and push his fingers into you as he reached for his belt. You wrapped a hand around his wrist as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Steve chuckled at your efforts.

You always tried to block out the pleasure he forced on you, but in the end, you always found yourself coming around him one way or another. His cock, his fingers, his tongue… It didn’t matter. He pulled pleasure from you as easy as breathing. You tried to block out the deafening sound of his zipper, but you couldn’t block out the feel of him rubbing his tip against your wet folds as soon as he pulled his fingers from you.

He slid into you slowly, groaning as he did so, and you hissed, wondering if you’d ever get used to the way he stretched you. When he was balls deep, he held himself there, just basking in the feel of you wrapped around him. You took slow deep breaths, always feeling so full with him inside of you.

Eventually, Steve pulled back until only the tip of him remained before slamming back into you. You cried out, hands clasping around his arms as he repeated the action. His jeans rubbed against you as he grinded into you, and you gasped at the feel of the rough material on your sensitive flesh. Your legs trembled around him, and his mouth found yours again just as there was a knock on the door.

You both froze, your eyes wide with confusion and even a little bit of fear while Steve’s were narrowed in irritation. It seemed that he planned to ignore them, thrusting into you again and moving to lower his head, but he was once again interrupted by a knock. This time a voice followed.

“Steve, its Sam,” the voice hollered through the door.

“…and Thor!”

You tensed at the sound of that deep voice traveling through the door, the thought of the burly blond man making goosebumps erupt over your flesh. Steve heaved a sigh before loudly telling them that the door was opened. Your wide eyes found his for several reasons. The first being that you hadn’t known the door was open, and you supposed that was purposefully done because if you had, you would have surely tried to make a run for it.

The second reason for your incredulous gaze was that Steve made no move to get off of you and make both of you presentable. The faint smirk on his pink lips as the door began to open told you everything you needed to know. Panic and embarrassment flooded you, and you moved to push against him, but he was already slamming into you.

A pained whimper slipped past your lips just as the two cops made their way inside. The living room was visible from the entrance hallway, and you heard them both freeze at the sight they were met with. Most of you was hidden beneath Steve’s form, but your legs were visible on either side of him. You heard a low whistle, and something in you told you that it was the other blond.

“Steve, stop-.”

“Thor wants to get his hands on you. I know he does, but you aren’t his for the taking,” he murmured against your lips. “I figured that giving him a show should keep him satisfied.”

You squirmed beneath him, uncomfortable with the presence of the other men. Steve’s movements didn’t waver, and you couldn’t hold back the choked moans that crawled from your mouth as he sped up his pace, rutting into you so forcefully that the couch trembled.

“Show them how good you are for me,” he whispered just as something snapped within you.

You clenched around him, milking him as he came inside of you. His teeth nipped at you as his hips slowed in their movements, chest heaving with choppy breaths. Your legs were still shaking when he pulled out of you, hovering over you as he peppered kisses across your face.

“Steve, this is important,” you heard Sam say.

His voice was strained with something you couldn’t place, and you didn’t bother to try as you felt fatigue creep over you from Steve’s assault. Steve paused at that.

“How important?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

A wordless gesture must have been exchanged, and you had a feeling it was about you because Steve’s eyes lingered on you when he turned back around. With a disgruntled sigh, he pulled your dress back down before tucking himself back into his pants. Your eyes lazily roamed to connect with those of Thor’s as he stood near, blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

You closed yours, embarrassment and rage filling you at Steve’s antics. You could feel your body relaxing, sleep just around the corner as your lashes fluttered. You heard Steve’s footsteps grow fainter, and it suddenly occurred to you that they were taking the conversation just outside the front door.

“You’re going to leave her?” you heard Sam ask him.

“She’s going to be asleep in seconds. Like clockwork,” he smugly said, and your anger grew.

He was right though. You could feel the hands of sleep reaching for you just as the door opened. When it closed, there was a nagging thought poking at your brain. It took you a few seconds for it to click: you were alone. Your eyes flew open, fatigue retreating as adrenaline took its place.

You sat up, frantically looking around as your mind raced. There were three of them here right now. Trying to run now would only get you caught and possibly thrown in the basement. You reluctantly accepted this as your eyes moved to the lake. You had to escape when no one else was here.

However, when it was just you and Steve, he was with you all the time. At the table, your hands and legs were cuffed. The best option would be to attempt something while he slept, but… You thought about that thumb pad on the wall. That was your biggest obstacle, and there was no way to bypass that.

Your shoulders suddenly relaxed as your eyes slowly moved to the kitchen. You looked at the front door again, Steve’s voice growing louder. He appeared to be angered by something, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you sprinted into the kitchen, sure to duck as you moved about to stay out of the window’s view. You grabbed the largest and sharpest knife you could find before running upstairs, taking them two at a time.

Pushing your way into the bedroom you shared, you moved to your side of the bed and slipped the knife underneath the mattress, resting it between that and the box spring. Quickly, before Steve returned, you sprinted back downstairs. You sat on the couch, prepared to feign sleep, when something on the tv caught your attention.

In disbelief at what you were seeing, you shakily grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.

“Y/N Y/L/N’s vehicle was found not even 5 miles outside of the city limits,” the reporter said, standing before a stretch of trees that were awfully familiar. “Many said that no one thought anything unusual about her sudden disappearance as the young woman had been famously known for skipping town before.”

Something unidentifiable stirred in your chest at seeing your face plastered on the screen. It was a closeup from one of your wedding photos, and you frowned. You had tossed all of them out. The only way they could even get that was-.

All of your thoughts came to a halt at the reporter’s next words.

“Aldrich Killian, Ms. Y/L/N’s ex-husband, who came to town to check on the wellbeing of his ex-wife was the one who made the startling discovery.”

You didn’t hear her next words as the tv was suddenly cut off. Startled, you looked up at Steve, lips parted in shock. So stunned, you hadn’t even noticed him come in, nor did you feel him snatching the remote from your hand.

Your ex-husband was here? He’d found you? You couldn’t even focus on the fact that you were now considered missing, people out there actively looking for you. You should have been ecstatic about that, hopeful, but it was shadowed by fear.

Killian was here.

Steve grabbed your hands as he sat down beside you, and he turned you to face him. You hadn’t noticed that you were crying until Steve wiped your face, his own taught with anger.

“Hey… Look at me…,” he softly ordered.

You did.

“I won’t let him find you,” he told you. “Understand?”

You slowly nodded, still stunned. He kissed your trembling lips, and you didn’t return it. He shook you, and you blinked, eyes wide. His hands rested on the sides of your face as his eyes searched yours, thumb brushing away a stray tear.

“I won’t let him take you away from me,” he murmured just before his lips met yours again.

He began to push you back, and still frozen in shock, you didn’t fight him. Your eyes remained on the ceiling the entire time he was inside of you.

For the next few days, the knife underneath the mattress seemed to burn a hole through it and into your skin. You didn’t attempt that first night. Something in you told you that Steve was probably expecting something of you. Maybe he thought that knowing people were searching for you would reignite a fire within you or something. Or maybe he thought that the knowledge of your ex-husband being so near would make you fearful enough to run as far away as possible.

Either way, you were as obedient as ever. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you sometimes, but eventually, the weight of his gaze lessened. Each night, while Steve snored softly behind you, you reached over to run your fingers underneath the mattress, making sure it was still there. Each night, it was. You did the same tonight, and mind made up, you pulled it from underneath the mattress.

Steve’s arm was lazily thrown over your waist, but when you went to move, it tightened. Licking your lips, you gently shook his arm, and he grumbled.

“I have to use the bathroom,” you quietly told him.

With a soft sigh, he rolled over onto his back. This wasn’t unusual for you. After all, Steve liked to make sure that you ate healthy, and that included almost 10 glasses of water a day. So a midnight trip to the bathroom was a routine now.

You kept the knife clutched to your chest as you moved out of bed. When you closed the bathroom door behind you, you pressed your back to it, taking a deep breath. For good measure, you did use the bathroom. You had placed the butcher knife on the counter as you washed your hands, staring at it with your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

You turned the light off before you exited the bathroom, and you were relieved to see Steve’s form in the same place from when you left. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tightened your grip on the handle. You had never considered yourself a particularly squeamish person, but you knew this was going to get bloody, and your stomach churned at the thought.

Quietly, you ran your fingers down Steve’s arm in a soothing manner, trailing them over his hand until his fingers flexed. You smoothed your hand over his, satisfied when his was laid flat on the bed. You placed the knife on the sheets and leaned over to turn on the lamp.

Light snores left him, and you picked up the knife as quietly as possible. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, telling yourself that your escape was all that mattered. You bit your lip, pushing back your disgust. With one swoop, you brought the knife down, severing Steve’s thumb.

The noise that left him was inhuman, and you stumbled back as he reached for you, his thumb in your hand. He was a strong man, but not tough enough to ignore the pain of having a finger chopped off. When he was close enough, you swiped the knife across his chest, practically jumping out of the way before he crashed into the wall.

As much as you would have loved to kill him, a missing thumb and a shallow cut to the chest wasn’t going to stop him from snapping your neck. So before he had the chance to get ahold of you, you sprinted to the door and pressed the severed appendage to the pad. It flashed green, and you yanked the door open. You slammed it shut behind you and winced as Steve’s screams reached your ears. Disgusted, you dropped it to the floor. The knife too.

Wasting no time, you bounded down the stairs, taking them two at a time, before throwing the backdoor open. You could hear Steve’s yells as you stumbled down the dirt and gravel, feet carrying you into the water. It was colder than you expected, and you hissed as you kicked your feet and arms through the icy water.

You could still hear him yelling for you, and it suddenly occurred to you that he didn’t think you had jumped into the water. You supposed that you couldn’t blame him. The lake was huge, after all. It had taken you nearly 20 minutes to swim across it, and that was with an ankle that was pretty much healed.

You pulled yourself onto the dirt of the other side. You didn’t pause to catch your breath, immediately running into the trees. You were sure that Steve would be on the road looking for you, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity of hitching a ride with a possible savior. You noted that you could potentially be walking into an equally dangerous situation.

After all, you were a lone young woman wandering the night in a short thin night gown that left little to the imagination. You had finally neared the road, and you waded through the trees as you waited for the sound of a car to drive by.

The first car that drove by looked familiar to you, and you were glad that you had the sense to fall to your stomach. The way it slowed down to a crawl told you exactly who it was, and your body shook from more than just the cool air. Eventually, he drove down the road, and you waited a few moments before standing.

You continued walking, wincing as your bare feet pressed onto sticks and rocks. You realized that you were too far out to walk back into town this late at night. Surely, you’d pass out from exhaustion, fate left in the hands of the wild animals out here. That is, if they didn’t get to you before you passed out.

Miraculously, you heard another car coming a while later. It seemed that they were coming from the direction of the interstate that was miles and miles past Steve’s house. Without thinking, you jumped into the road, waving your arms like a mad woman.

Even though the driver was definitely speeding, you saw them practically slam on breaks, swerving their car into the other lane to keep from hitting you. They stalled the vehicle beside you, and you bent down as they rolled the passenger window down.

The man driving was fair with dark brown hair. His facial hair was tastefully done, cut in a style that suited him. You found it odd that he was wearing shades at night, but the thought was pushed back when he removed them. His brown eyes were warm as they looked over you in concern.

“Uh...lady… Jumping in front of cars like that can get you killed, you know.”

He seemed to be attempting a joke, but considering the night, and weeks, you’d had, you were in no mood to laugh. He finally seemed to notice the blood that covered you, and his eyes widened. You spoke before he could.

“I-I need a ride back to town. Please,” you begged.

Shaking himself from his shock, he reached over and opened the door. You were worried about sitting your soaked frame on his expensive car seat, but he didn’t seem to mind as he reached to turn the heat on. Your shivering form welcomed it.

“I’ll take you to the station-.”

“No, please don’t!”

He jumped at your loud refusal, and you worked to calm yourself. You wrung your hands in your lap, swallowing.

“Please, just take me to my friend’s house,” you whispered.

You couldn’t go to the police nor home. Your best bet was to go straight to Wanda until you could figure everything out. She knew about Killian and would hide you from him, and there, you could hide from Steve and his corrupt crew as well.

“You from town?” the stranger asked, eyeing you. “You do strike me as familiar for some reason.”

You blinked, wondering if he was also from town. If he was, then he’d recognize you in no time if he hadn’t already. After all, your face with MISSING had been flashing across the tv screens on the local news.

“Um…not really,” you quietly lied. “I just know someone who lives there. My friend Wanda.”

He barked a laugh.

“You know Wanda? A small world, isn’t it?”

You eyed him as he chuckled to himself, shaking his head fondly. He felt your gaze and looked at you before rolling his eyes.

“How rude of me. I’m Tony, by the way. I offered to take you to the station not just because you look like you might be injured, but because I’m the police chief…”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you looked at him, feeling like something was stuck in your throat. Despite the warm air blowing onto your skin, you suddenly felt very cold as he continued.

“…I’ve been out of town for a few days on business, and I’d say my timing is pretty great,” he teased. “I do hope you’ll make your way to the hospital though. Hopefully to my station too at some point.”

You kept staring straight ahead, heart going a mile a minute. It appears that he hadn’t recognized you yet, and you wondered if you should chance it and pray that he wouldn’t. You couldn’t believe that you were sitting next to the man who made Steve and Sam and Bucky’s antics possible. You were sitting next to the man who turned a blind eye to all of it.

The air was suddenly thick with tension, but he didn’t notice. He was softly humming along to a song that was playing lowly on the radio. You didn’t know what to do! Surely, he’d recognize you at some point, and then what would you be able to do? Did he know that Steve had taken you? He’d take you right back to him if he did and eventually realize who you were.

Just then, the music was cut off by the sound of an incoming call, his Bluetooth connected. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but your stomach churned, hands growing numb anyway as Steve’s name popped up on the radio screen. Fear gripped you.

“Stop the car!”

He paused with his hand in midair, having been preparing to answer the call. He looked at you with wide eyes, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

You didn’t give him time to say anything else, reaching over and grabbing the wheel.

“Hey!”

Unless he wanted to run the risk of you crashing the car, he had no choice but to slam on brakes. You didn’t hesitate before throwing the door open and jumping out.

“Hey-lady! Damnit,” you heard him say as you ran off.

With the passenger door open, even as far away as you were, you could still hear him answer the call. You ducked into the trees, and moments later you heard his car speeding down the road, stopping at where you’d jumped into the foliage.

You kept your steps light, knowing that he was chasing you. You had a good lead on him, but your confidence took a dive when you turned, only to fall and roll down an incline. The hill was steep, and you felt your ankle twist as you descended. You hit your head at the bottom and swallowed down a scream as pain flared in your ankle and in the back of your neck.

You could hear his footsteps pass where you were, but your relief was short lived. He slowly walked back by moments later, talking to someone this time. Talking to Steve.

“I lost her,” he said.

You didn’t hear Steve’s reply as he was on the phone, but you knew it couldn’t be good.

“I know, I know,” he hissed. “You should’ve told me about her before, Rogers. When she got into my car, I had no idea who she was. If I had, we wouldn’t be here right now!”

You could feel your body growing light…or was it growing heavy? Either way, the stars above you began to spin, and as you felt yourself drifting off, you prayed that when you woke up tomorrow, you’d still be on the forest floor.

~

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[sunsoothed]

last love

prompt fill time! i got this prompt ages ago, i think when the show was still airing, and i just finished writing it in two days or so. it's turned out to be much longer than i intended, and i'm pleased about that. there is bye bye balloon date and a night spent in busan. warning for one instance of referenced internalised homophobia.

word count: 2294

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enjoy!

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Unfortunately sunny, the day reigns. There is a flyer slid cleanly under Jipurgi Law Firm’s door, inoffensive to the eye, nothing special. It is Chayoung who first takes note of it, hearing the paper flap as a draught sings through the office.

She stands in her heels, staring down at the complexity of colour, before she finds a very, very familiar face.

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Chayoung says, as she bends down and picks the flyer up, “You didn’t tell me you got another job.”

Vincenzo furrows his brows, leans back in his chair to observe what Chayoung’s got her hands on to make her hypothesise such a thing. He leans back far enough to catch sight of the flimsy flyer, distantly notices the Bye Bye Balloon logo, and in his shock, manages to tip his chair back entirely.

-

Minutes later, Vincenzo holds an ice-pack to the back of his head, seated at the table in the middle of the office. Chayoung sits at the head of the table and Mr Nam opposite him, the both of them eagerly awaiting an explanation while the flyer sits innocently on the table. Vincenzo can see his own tired face reflected back at him.

“Seokdo-hyung asked me to model for him,” Vincenzo mumbles.

Chayoung leans forward, her hands clasped together and forming a triangle with her forearms. “I didn’t hear you, could you repeat that?”

Vincenzo shoots her a dirty look, and replies with a scowl: “Seokdo-hyung asked me to model for him.”

“Wow,” Mr Nam nods. “Wow,” He repeats, and then he claps.

With a deadpan expression, Vincenzo hits his head with the ice-pack.

Chayoung bites her lips to hide a grin. “Modelling, then?”

“He said I owed him,” Vincenzo mutters. “You can see I’m not happy about it.”

Chayoung ignores him completely. Her massage toy materialises out of somewhere and taps him on the shoulder.

“Do you get a free ride if you modeled for them?”

Vincenzo glares first at the toy, then at Chayoung. “How would I know.”

“Tch.” She glares back. “I’m going to ask them.”

Before Vincenzo has time to process what she’s saying, Chayoung skips out of the office. His panicked byeonhosa-nim! fails to reach her ears, and with a sigh he resigns himself to his fate.

-

It’s a week later that Chayoung drags him to spend a night in Busan, quite literally pulling him by the hand into the train at five-thirty AM. The one backpack of their shared necessities for one night slings heavily over his shoulders.

Seokdo-hyung had already started setting everything up at the port, or so he’d told them, when they’d called him last night. He also specified that they needed to arrive before nine in the morning, then he harped on about logistics of wind direction and whatnot, and Chayoung had put him off speaker and returned to going through Vincenzo’s cupboard.

Of course, she had shown up at his place uninvited, and of course, he let her do whatever she wished.

And so were the consequences: one bad cup of espresso at the train station and three hours in-and-out of sleep aboard the train. Chayoung shakes him awake fifteen minutes before they arrive, something unmistakably soft in her eyes as he removes his head from her shoulder.

“You’re like a cat,” She tells him, smile mild and indulgent. When he asks her to, she refuses to elaborate on it. “You just are.”

-

Chayoung takes his hand the moment they get off the train. Vincenzo stares down at their joint hands, then at Chayoung’s face, an obvious question in his raised eyebrows.

“You’ll get lost,” She explains. “I bet you’ve never been to Busan before.”

Vincenzo opens his mouth, always ready to argue with her, before he realises that she’s actually right. “I haven’t,” He acquiesces. “Lead the way.”

When Chayoung grins at those words, there is a blush high on her cheekbones, reflecting in the morning sunlight. Vincenzo wants to kiss her.

-

So it turns out Seokdo-hyung is actually competent at his work, for he had everything prepared when Vincenzo and Chayoung arrived on site, still holding hands. He had nothing to say to that.

“I’ll take you for a nice ride around the coast, but since you both aren’t actually using our service, you get none of the on-flight snacks and we’ll come down before we use up too much fuel. Clear?”

“Clear!” Chayoung exclaims, determined in the sharpness of her eyes. Vincenzo just nods.

Seokdo-hyung claps his hands together, then gestures for them to get on, scampering on once the both of them are standing in the basket. They’re high up in no time, Busan’s urban landscape majestically below them.

“I usually don’t do this,” Seokdo-hyung starts up, after they drift for a few minutes. “But it’s difficult to get licensed to pilot this, so I’m glad I can put my skills to use.”

“You have a very mysterious past, Mr Nutria,” Chayoung calls from across the basket. “How random is a hot air balloon license.”

“Ah,” Seokdo-hyung stares out into the distance, exclaims somewhere between wistful and egoistic. “I’m full of surprises.”

Vincenzo and Chayoung share a smile. Vincenzo shifts closer, so that they’re both sharing the same view, shoulder to shoulder.

“I’ve never seen something like this,” Chayoung tells him, voice soft. She leans into his shoulder to be heard, Vincenzo automatically leaning down to accommodate her.

“Me neither.”

Chayoung laughs, airy and giddy, her eyes on his face for just a second before she continues to take in the scenery. “It’s nice up here, isn’t it?”

Vincenzo blinks softly at her. “Mm. It’s a little cold, but yes, nice. Very nice.”

“You always underdress because you want to look cool,” Chayoung tuts. “I expected this.”

Vincenzo, who has never been so perceived and so personally affronted, only stares mutely as she produces a woolen scarf from her handbag. Before he has the opportunity to ask her exactly how she managed to stuff it in her bag, she’s throwing it around his neck, wrapping it tightly.

“Too - too tight,” Vincenzo winces, as Chayoung pulls the ends of the scarf; constricting his throat.

Chayoung’s eyebrows shoot up in alarm, then fall back down in annoyance as Vincenzo grins at her. She shoves his shoulder.

“Idiot,” Chayoung huffs, pointedly looking away from him.

“Wouldn’t it be funny,” Vincenzo starts, placating her with a hand on her shoulder, “If you managed to kill me like that?”

“You’re seriously asking to be killed now,” Chayoung replies, diluted astonishment. “With your mother’s scarf, too. You’re very dedicated to giving yourself a horrible end.”

“That won’t be a horrible end,” He says, toys with the scarf around his neck. “At least, not for me.”

“Not after all you’ve done?”

Vincenzo exhales and bites the flesh of his lower lip. Then he nods at Chayoung.

Chayoung drapes an arm over his shoulder. “Then we’ll go together.”

“Byeonhosa-nim —”

“We’ll go together,” Chayoung vows, leaving no room for argument.

-

Early evening, Seokdo-hyung has already made his way back to Seoul. Vincenzo and Chayoung have since walked enough to exhaust themselves and eaten too much off the streets of Busan to need dinner. Chayoung still stops him by a convenience store near the Hyatt, and puts two packets of ramen’s worth of bills on his credit card.

“I spent all my money treating you,” Chayoung explains, when Vincenzo holds his mouth open and eyebrows raised throughout the billing process. “Be grateful.”

“On no, of course,” Vincenzo sarcastically inclines his head. “It’s not like I’ve been carrying your luggage the whole day.”

He still holds the door open for her when they exit.

“If it’s too much for your old, weary shoulders, I’ll carry the bag.”

“When we’re outside the hotel?” Vincenzo smiles his fake smile while looking up at the building. “Thank you for your kind offer, byeonhosa-nim.”

Chayoung smiles back smugly.

-

Well, turns out she wanted him to suffer more.

“There’s only one bed.”

Chayoung just shrugs. Vincenzo scrunches his brows.

“Where will I sleep?”

“On the bed,” She replies.

“And where will you sleep?”

“On the bed.”

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Vincenzo begins, but he doesn’t know where he’s going with it. “Byeonhosa-nim.”

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Chayoung parrots back. “Is it a problem?”

Between Vincenzo’s quiet crisis over the bed and his stuttering, Chayoung has very happily dug her clothes and toiletries out of the backpack.

“I’m going to change,” She calls over her shoulder. “Don’t just stand there.”

Vincenzo, who had been planning to just stand there for a good few minutes more, does not budge an inch. In fact, he’s in the same position when Chayoung returns from the bathroom, mouth minty and feet bare.

“Byeonhosa-nim,” She says softly. “Is it really a —”

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Vincenzo interrupts her. “Can I kiss you?”

-

When the sun announces the first of its presence, it’s palpable through the translucent curtains of the hotel room. Chayoung awakens from her catnap against Vincenzo’s shoulder, her hair draped over his chest. She hums, content, runs a hand over his torso, eventually settling on the curve of his waist and clutching.

“You’re awake?” Vincenzo’s dry voice sounds from above her. “Did you sleep well?”

Chayoung smiles up at him. “Very well.”

Vincenzo responds in kind; he holds her by the waist, guiding her slightly upwards for a kiss.

“You would, after you exhausted yourself like that.”

“Why do I get the feeling you talk to all your hook-ups like that?” Chayoung wonders while she lightly traces his jaw with her free hand. “Is this how you usually do this?”

“This isn’t a hook-up to me.”

“No?” Chayoung’s fingers stop shy of his lips.

“No,” Vincenzo confirms, bends down to kiss her fingers. “It’s much more than that.”

She sighs against his chest. “For me, too. You’re not a hook-up.”

Vincenzo kisses her forehead.

“But…”

“But?”

Chayoung hides her face in his neck. “But I won’t say this is some first love thing either.”

That draws a laugh out of him. “First loves are overrated anyway.”

Chayoung peers at him. “Sounds like there’s a story behind that.”

Vincenzo tilts his head to look at her. Chayoung gets the hint, lazily boosting herself up on her forearms. Vincenzo, freed from his entrapment, takes a moment to relieve the cricks in his neck, then sits back against the headboard of the bed. Chayoung drapes the sheets over her shoulders and sits beside him.

“Back in Italy,” Vincenzo starts, after retrieving his lighter from his bedside, “There was this upperclassman at my high school. He was also Korean. He used to tutor me, in our school’s library, every Wednesday evening.”

Vincenzo clicks the lighter open and shut a couple of times.

“I realised I liked him and I had a crisis about it, like any fourteen-year-old would. I definitely detested that part of me for a good while. It wasn’t — isn’t something that was exactly… orthodox. And to a fourteen-year-old, no matter what you’ve seen, when you discover something for yourself, it’s always pretty monumental. So I… I tried to avoid him for a few weeks, but he found me each time, and he’d speak my mother tongue and cajole me into a better mood. He never asked what had me so down.”

Vincenzo closes the lighter and holds his thumb down.

“I thought of him day and night. The more I made myself avoid him, the more I’d think of meeting him, the more I met him, the more I’d want to see him again. It was like that. But that wasn’t why I really thought of him as my first love, I think. It was after he graduated, he gave me a present, a letter. He said he was proud of me. And then…”

“And then he left?”

Vincenzo looks at Chayoung with a reluctant smile. He nods.

“That’s when I knew I loved him. His absence hurt like my mother had abandoned me again.” Vincenzo swallows. “But you know how it is for fourteen-year-olds. I did forget him. I did forget that part of my identity as well. But I like to keep him in my memory. He was kind to me, I was so much more naive. It’s nice to remember him, because I can remember a different me. It’s somewhat a tribute to Park Joohyung, the boy I once was. Before my world changed forever.”

Vincenzo swallows into the silence once again. Chayoung sighs.

“I can’t compete with that.”

A laugh, punched out, but a laugh nonetheless. “This isn’t a competition.”

Chayoung sighs again, leans against his shoulder until her cheek is squished against it. “My first love was this boy who used to walk to the bus stop with me. He always had some kind of candy on him, and he always shared it with me.”

“How Pavlovian.” Vincenzo drily remarks.

“What did I say? Nothing that can compete with your sob story.”

Vincenzo scoffs lightly. “We won’t end up like that.”

“We won’t,” Chayoung agrees. “We’re old now.”

Vincenzo bends his head so that they’re eye to eye. “Your timing is horrible.”

“What? Were you going to confess your undying love to me or something?”

Vincenzo’s mouth hangs open in affront.

“You were,” Chayoung says, then covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh my god, you were.”

“You ruined the moment,” Vincenzo curtly informs her. “Forget it.”

“You can’t do this to me —”

“I can,” He decides, and sits with his arms crossed and mouth sealed shut.

“Come on.”

“Byeonhosa-nim.”

“Vincenzo Cassano.”

“... Jagiya?”

That makes him look at her.

“I love you,” Chayoung seizes the opportunity. “Now say it back.”

Disgruntled cat that he is, it takes more than one try to get Vincenzo to say it back. But once he starts, he doesn’t stop.

[mermaidsneedwater]

cuddling

this was requested by a lovely anon! i hope you like it :)

⇒ jaebeom

“Why do I always have to be the little spoon.” You whined.

“Because you’re my baby.” Jaebeom informed you, adjusting his grip on you and nuzzling his nose in the back of your neck.

It was rare that Jaebeom got cuddly like this, but when he did he was extremely clingy. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, itching to be close to you in any capacity.

“But you’re my baby.” You pouted. “I want to be the big spoon.”

“I’m not a baby, I’m a manly man” Jaebeom countered. “I’m your big, strong boyfriend. Real men have to protect their girlfriends.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, I just want you to be the small spoon for once.”

“I’ll think about it.” Jaebeom conceded.

Turning to face him, you were excited “Really?”

“Absolutely not.” He said smugly.

“That’s so unfair!” You turned around to face him. “Fifteen minutes.”

He watched as you pleaded with him to change up your cuddle routine. Playing with a strand of your hair he negotiated with you. “You get ten and we never do it again.”

“Done.” You grinned. “Now turn around.”

Rolling his eyes, but complying you watched as he turned his back, his broad shoulders now facing you.

Moving up in the bed, you rested your cheek against his shoulder blade and wrapped your arms from underneath around him.

Snuggling into him, you could see out of the corner of your eye that his face was twisting into a smile.

“Admit it, you’re enjoying this.” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m not.” Jaebeom denied.

“You like being the little spoon!” You giggled.

“The only thing I like, is cuddling you.” He corrected. “Is time up yet? I want to hold you.”

“It hasn’t even been two minutes!”

Huffing, he resumed his silence. You squeezed him, hoping to get a reaction out of him to no avail.

“This has got to be the longest ten minutes of my life.”

⇒ mark

Mark stood and evaluated his options. He could sit on the other end of the couch or...

He decided to go with the latter option.

Mark laid on the couch with his head squarely in your lap. Looking down from you phone you realized he was watching you.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” He said.

Raising an eyebrow you were confused, “what for?”

“I don’t know, for just being you. For being in my life.” He shrugged looking up at you upside down.

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Mark chuckled pointing to his lips.

“You know where I want it.”

Shaking your head, you planted a kiss on his lips, His hands reaching up to cup your face.

He turned on his side to face the tv. On his side, you ran a hand up and down his back.

“I’m taking a nap” He declared.

“Okay, you can sleep.” You watching him.

“You better not be gone when I wake up.” He warned.

“I’ll be right here.” You ran a hand through his hair. “Just rest.”

You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, noting the dark circles that had once again formed under his eyes. He was working so hard, a little too hard in your opinion.

You knew that he’d never tell you though because he was too grateful for the fact that he could do what he loved. That was one of the things you loved about your boyfriend, his unwavering passion for the things and people he loved.

Unable to contain yourself, you softly kissed his cheek.

Mark cracked a smile, opening his eyes “Now how am I supposed to sleep when you kiss me so sweetly like that babe?”

⇒ jackson

Jackson was a cuddler, there was no denying that. His idea of paradise was snuggling, with him swearing he could happily die with you in his arms.

So when he came back from his trip overseas, his first request was to cuddle.

“I can’t breathe.” You exhaled as he squeezed you.

You both laid on your couch, which you’d both agreed was way too small. Jackson had you in his arms with a leg wrapped around you as you sat immobile.

“I am never letting you go.” Jackson replied, ignoring your complaint. “Why do I even bother leaving? I end up missing you too much.”

Every time Jackson left you, he’d always come back to this thought. You didn’t know it, but it really did kill him to be apart from you. As your relationship progressed he’d try and convince you to come with him, or prolong the time he needed to be away from you.

“Because you have work.” You reminded him. “And besides, you were only gone for two weeks

“Yeah and it felt like an eternity!” He frowned. “I didn’t think I would make it!”

“You’re so dramatic.” You rolled your eyes, chuckled.

“I’m serious.” Jackson said.

As you settled down from your laugh, you watched Jackson’s face soften. He studied your features, wanting to memorize every little detail about you. He’d always liked you best when you were laughing, usually at something he’d said or done.

You watched as he looked at you with such warmth and adoration. In your heart you knew he was being honest, the boy was deeply in love with you.

He leaned in to kiss you, softly cupping your face. You were it for him, he’d given his heart to you and couldn’t get it back.

Leaning his forehead against yours he whispered, “I love you.”

Wanting to tease him, you whispered in his ear, “I know.”

“Oh you’re going to regret that Princess,” Jackson warned.

He locked his legs and arms around you so you’d have nowhere to go. You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp but he’d secured you in his grip.

“Jackson!” You squealed.

⇒ jinyoung

Jinyoung cradled you with one arm, moving to turn the page of his book. You’d been listening intently as he read aloud the play he was currently reading, Romeo and Juliet.

You had missed him, he’d been so busy with work that even though you lived together you felt like you’d barely seen him. To remedy this, you both had agreed to spend time together this afternoon.

“What are you reading?” You asked. “Read to me.”

Jinyoung replied, engrossed in his book. “Romeo and Juliet.”

“I want to hear.” You told him, looking up to see his face.

“You’re just going to sleep sweetheart,” Jinyoung replied, he knew the sound of his voice could put you to sleep faster than anything else.

“I’m not! I want to hear the story.” You insisted.

“Okay fine, but if you fall asleep...”

“I won’t,” you snuggled into his chest, as he held you against him.

Jinyoung read a few pages, sitting up a bit to see your expression. Soon he stopped reading out loud altogether, convinced you were asleep in his arms. You let him know that wasn’t the case by lightly tapping his arm.

“I’m awake.” You told him, yawning. “Keep going.”

“Okay fine, Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—” He read aloud. “O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon. That monthly changes in her circle orb. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.” 

You were listening to him. But before you knew it you could feel your eyelids close, heavy with sleep. I’ll just close my eyes for five minutes you thought to yourself, he won’t even notice.

Jinyoung however, had intended to catch you sleeping. As you closed your eyelids gently, Jinyoung glanced down to see you.

You laid sprawled out across his chest, as he wrapped one arm around your side. You looked so peaceful, with your face relaxed and lips slightly parted. Smiling to himself he continued reading silently.

“I knew it.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

⇒ youngjae

Wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck nestling into him. It was no secret that he lived for your cuddling sessions.

“Wow you smell so good.” You complimented him. “Is that a new cologne?”

“Yeah, Jackson gave it to me for my birthday.” Youngjae said. “I’m glad you like it.”

You sat in silence, enjoying each other’s comfort. You both couldn’t say it out loud, but you knew it was a nice way to recharge, just laying in each other’s arms. Youngjae loved the feeling, he was afraid of what would happen when he had to leave for the shooting of his drama soon.

“I want you to know... I’m proud of you.” You said in his ear. “And I love you.”

Youngjae could feel his heart melt in his chest.

Shy at your compliment, he nervously laughed. “Where’s this coming from?”

As you felt the vibrations of his chest, you pulled back and held his face in your hands.

“I just want you to know.” You said. “And I mean it too.”

Youngjae didn’t often express his love for you in words, so you knew he was struggling with what to say.

You nestled back into him, placing your hand on the back of his head. “You don’t have to say anything. I understand.”

“How do you do that? You know what I’m thinking before I even say it.” Youngjae mused.

“I know you.” You shrugged simply.

“Well then you probably know that I love you more.” He countered.

“No way,” you argued. “I definitely do.”

“Are we really arguing about who loves the other more right now?”

You both looked at each other, bursting out into a laughing fit. Eventually he’d have to leave, but for now all Youngjae could do was enjoy these precious moments with you.

⇒ bambam

“You’re too bony.” You complained. “I can’t cuddle with you properly.”

Bambam had remembered your words. Not that they were the only reason, but he had secretly been trying to bulk up before his next comeback. He was excited to have you feel the results of his hard work.

“Baby come here,” Bambam motioned for you to come join him in bed.

You finished brushing your teeth and headed to the foot of the bed where your boyfriend awaited. “What’s up?”

“Come here I want to cuddle with you.” He said sweetly.

Frowning, you felt bad for what you were about to say, “I’m really not in the mood. I feel so sore, I think I’m about to get my period.”

“I don’t mean it like that your pervert!” Bambam exclaimed, “I mean I really want to cuddle with you.”

“Bam, I would love to but it’s so hot...” you teased him

“Woman, get your butt over here.” Bambam insisted.

Today he had an agenda, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Bambam opened his arms for you as you slid into bed. As laid in his arms he looked at you and finally asked.

“Do you notice anything different?”

“You’re wearing new pajamas?” You suggested.

You knew what he was trying to show off, but you couldn’t help but tease him. You stifled a laugh as you saw your boyfriend’s face fall.

“No. Does anything feel different.” He tried again.

“Ew, Bambam!” You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

“Not like that!” He said, frustrated you weren’t catching on.

He attempted to release his arms from you when you finally gave in.

“Woah, you’ve been working out! Your arms are huge.” You complimented him.

“Oh now you notice.” Bambam pouted, still upset.

“I’m sorry baby, I just love teasing you.” You smiled mischievously, sticking your tongue out at him.

⇒ yugyeom

You watched as Yugyeom swiped another coat of paint on your nails. Kneeling in front you on the couch, he was hunched over your left hand. He’d seen you struggling with painting it and had asked you if he could do it for you.

Surprisingly, he was taking the task extremely seriously. You watched his hair fall over his eyes as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

You knew how much he loved you, especially in the little things he’d do for you out of consideration.

“Yugyeom?” You said, watching him paint.

“Hmm.” He murmured in response, focused on the task at hand.

“Can you give me a hug?” You asked.

He looked up, confused. “Now jagi?”

“Yes now.”

He finished your pinky and set the bottle of nail polish down, securing the cap. Then watching as opened your arms, he stood up awkwardly and attempted to hug you.

“Are you in a hurry?” You frowned.

“No,” Yugyeom pulled back confused.

“I want a good hug.” You pouted.

With that, Yugyeom got down on his knees, and engulfed you in his arms. He squeezed you, locking his hands behind your back.

In response, you wrapped your arms over the top of his shoulders, carefully trying not to mess up the nails he’d just painted. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes.

You both stayed like that in a comfortable silence. It was in moments like these that you showed your love for Yugyeom. Though you were both young and not overly affectionate, you found comfort in something as simple as a hug.

Clearing your throat, you began to pull away. “Okay, thank you.”

“No wait.” Yugyeom held onto you. “I want to stay like this.”

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