#but the bitchy little fucks who spread ignorance are ALWAYS on top

[bardicious]

Alternatively, if Tumblr just disappears, it might save me from the last connections I have to social media. Cause all these places fucking suck, and it's not necessarily the sites, its the people.

[infernwetrust]

The Hotbox [Jim Mason x Duncan Shepherd]

Summary: A little look into how Jim and Duncan handle stress.

Warnings: smut, rough smut, fluff, drug use, apply tags as you see fit

WC: 1.9k

A/N: Idk what was going through my head as I wrote this, but I committed to it. Part of my little Duncan x Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by queenxxxsupreme

Duncan laid in bed in his birthday suit, an arm behind his head. Laid with his head against Duncan's chest was Jim, also in his birthday suit. The two snuggled closely together, barely paying attention to the horror movie that was on the TV in front of them. Duncan with his free hand, scrolled through his Twitter feed, Jim occasionally glancing between his phone and the TV.

Marijuana smoke created a thick haze in their master bedroom, the smell calming for both of them. Today was a rough day, for the both of them. And for rough days, there was the nightly hotbox. It consisted of just Jim and Duncan, bare. No exceptions. They'd smoke until they were high off their asses or their lungs tapped out. Snacks and drinks were kept nearby for when the munchies struck.

The rules were simple. There were none. The only thing that could save them from each other's wrath in the hotbox was their safe word "Indica". Aside from their safe word, they could be as ruthless as they wanted to be, as they needed to be. Degrading names, within reason of course, rougher play than what Duncan usually brings to the bedroom. His chest was covered in purple and red bruises and scratches from when him and Jim first laid down. Jim was beyond agitated when he got home and it caught Duncan off guard when he had busted through the front door almost knocking the pictures off the walls.

It wasn't all rough play during this time, however. Sometimes their sweetest and most vulnerable sides came out and they'd make love to each other, slowly, round after round after round until one of them were to sleepy to continue. It was usually Duncan.

"Hotbox?" Duncan questioned as Jim stormed passed him

"Hotbox." Jim responded through a clenched jaw, quickly glancing back at Duncan.

And while Duncan had had his own frustrations with work today, it didn't cause him to come home the way Jim did and he automatically knew that he was Jim's for the night. That was a battle he knew he wasn't going to win. Although the roles were clearly defined, Duncan has subbed for Jim a couple of times. In fact, Jim is his first partner that he's ever switched for and he enjoyed it. Sometimes age really was just a number. Jim always fucked Duncan with the stamina he had in his younger years. Rough, fast, and sloppy, it made him a mess underneath Jim every time and that's how the both of them learned that Duncan was really vocal in the bedroom.

Tired of laying around, Jim got up suddenly, firmly pushing his hands into Duncan's chest as leverage, causing him to grunt. He watched as Jim walked across the room, bare-assed. He picked up the leftover joint they had tapped out on, placing it between his lips before reaching for a lighter and lighting it. He casually walked into their walk-in closet, grabbing one of his favorite ties that Duncan wore before walking back over to the bed. He snatched Duncan's phone out of his hand, tossing it wherever.

"Put this on." he said, throwing his tie at him and snatching the sheets off of him. "Lay the other way. Spread for me. Can you do that for me, Mr. Shepherd?"

Duncan nodded, quickly putting his tie on, tightening it just the way Jim liked around his neck, causing Jim to grin. One knee on the bed, he set himself comfortably between Duncan's legs, joint still hanging from his lips as he exhaled. He briefly removed it to lick his hand, grabbing and squeezing Duncan's length. Duncan sighed at the sudden contact of Jim's warm and wet hand, throwing one of his arms behind his head again.

"I swear you fucking trust-fund babies." Jim spat as he stroked Duncan at a painfully slow pace, still squeezing him. Duncan began chewing on his bottom lip, knowing what was coming next. To see his sweet ocean eyes be so condescending was more than a turn on. "Think your so fucking entitled to shit just because you have a little bit of money?"

"A little bit of money?" Duncan managed to get out between his heavy breaths, a small laugh behind his tone. Before Duncan could even take his next breath, Jim had has hand wrapped underneath Duncan's jaw, fingers digging in just a little bit to create that pressure that drove Duncan insane even though it made him mostly light headed. It forced his vision to just focus directly on Jim, ignoring all the other surroundings in the room.

"I didn't say you could speak, now did I?" Jim questioned, squeezing a bit harder.

"N-no." Duncan struggled to get out, lust in his hazy eyes. "But it's funny that you think that-," Jim's palm was already against the side of Duncan's cheek before Duncan could even finish his sentence.

"Always seeking a challenge huh?" Jim questioned again amused, letting up and going back to stroking Duncan painfully slow but with a menacing pressure. "Talk so damn much, so controlling, but you just want someone to fill both of your holes? Isn't that right?" With every word that Jim spoke, Duncan twitched in his hand, chest rising and falling rapidly. Jim picked up the pace quickly watching as Duncan threw his head back, biting down on his lip hard, a series of loud moans escaping from his mouth.

"Don't have any answers for me now do you, huh?" Jim mocked, rubbing at his own length. "Sigh. You fuck-faces never have an answer to anything. Maybe I should go around not giving answers too. I'll just swing my dick around, giving out stupid little flashy smiles, holding fake conversations so people like me better. Just like a little bitch." Duncan squirmed underneath Jim, thrusting upwards to meet Jim's frantic and wild pace. He could barely hang on with how soaked Duncan was from his spit-slicked hand and his own pre-cum. Surprisingly Duncan didn't last long with Jim 'chewing' him out like that.

"Pathetic." Jim said as he stroked Duncan out, watching as his cum painted his stomach and chest, Duncan moaning Jim's name with every squirt. Jim grabbed the end of Duncan's tie, using all of his strength to pull him up from the bed and closer to him.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Duncan mumbled, still a horny mess as he looked him right in his eyes. He was practically begging for Jim through his fake "I'm sorry".

"I'm gonna show you just how sorry you can really be." He tightened Duncan's tie even tighter before pushing him back down on the bed and climbing over him. This was just the beginning of their night in The Hotbox.

But where was all this coming from? Despite Duncan letting Jim know that he didn't have to work and that he would always be taken care of, Jim still persisted, wanting something to do during the day. So he took up a part time job as customer service rep at a t-shirt shop on the board walk, owned by a friend's family. Jim loved his job to put it simply. And his boss and fellow co-workers loved him. He was a positive influence around the shop. Extremely friendly and optimistic, he kept everyone laughing and boosted morale. A master at the art of platonic flirting, most days he's stand outside the shop, with his shirt off or in one of the store branded tank-tops. He didn't even have to say much. People flocked to him naturally, drawn in not only by looks but his gentle persona.

He became a favorite around the boardwalk. Often people would stop to take pictures with him and he quickly became the social media ambassador for the shop's Instagram page. Duncan was also a favorite in the shop, sporting some of the graphic tees that they had to offer. On the days he would pick Jim up from work, they would almost always leave an hour after Jim was off, caught up in good conversation with the store manager or the store owner, his arm wrapped around Jim as he spoke.

But there was just this one guy Jim didn't get along with. Max. A super well-known rich kid, for all the wrong reasons, he got on Jim's nerves anytime the two worked together. Overly confident, overly cocky, but yet so fucking lazy barely helping out around the store or picking and choosing his tasks. He always got off easy, his parents having countless amounts of money to get their sweet baby boy out of trouble. It drove Jim insane. Today at work they had gotten into it real bad, throwing insults back and forth, almost resulting in an actual fist fight, broken up by Jim's close friend who also happened to work with him. By the time his left he was so heated and was missing Duncan extra this evening, so he was relieved when Duncan immediately offered the Hotbox when he entered the house.

Jim fucked Duncan relentlessly against every surface in their bedroom, not letting up at all, taking pleasure from hearing Duncan's bitchy whines and moans as he stretched him out thrust after thrust. The both of them now covered chest to abdomen in purple and red bruises. Duncan scratched and clawed at Jim, leaving hickeys wherever he could, which sadly meant that Jim couldn't have his shirt off at work tomorrow. The scratches down the side of his arms and back were easier to explain, so a tank top would have to do. With Duncan it was free reign, considering the dress code for his work office. He didn't care if they were visible on his neck, he showed them off proudly. Already an established man in life, he had no fears about his future.

"You know I didn't mean all that shit I said tonight right?" Jim asked, looking back at Duncan as they sat together in their bath. Duncan had his head rested against the wall, glass of whiskey on ice in his hand, staring back at Jim.

"I know." Duncan chuckled. "Trust me, I know, but it was so damn sexy hearing you say it because well you're not wrong." He wrapped his free hand that rested on the side of the tub around Jim, holding him close.

"Plus, I didn't really have any one to put me in my place during my younger years." he winked. "Also was a bit condescending and entitled, but hey, it got me ass left and right."

"You're terrible." Jim laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of Duncan's jaw. "Cute, but terrible. And you want to know the sad part? I'd probably be right there in your lineup."

"I wouldn't let you be. You're not like everyone else, ocean eyes. You mean the world to me and I wouldn't forgive myself if I just tossed you to the side."

"I love you s'much, Dunc."

"But I mean if you're willing to give up that a-,"

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, sir."

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[leatherbookmarking]

hello! as you might have noticed i changed my icon. it’s a-yao now

celebratory headcanons/concepts™ from twitter (mostly xiyao/sanzun):

1. after the first occasion jgy gets to kiss him as much as he likes, poor lxc has to wear a face mask because he looks... concerning.

someone’s like oh, did you catch a cold? lxc (thinking about his boyfriend passionately committing to his "someone tried to eat my face" look): haha yes, one iced coffee too many ^__^

2.  a concept: jgy, a person who absolutely intertwines his legs with lxc's when they're about to sleep, to the point that lxc isn't entirely sure which legs are his, only to disentangle himself away 15 minutes later because Hot

a-yao is Small and thus automatically a pre-sleep wiggler. one leg under the cover, the other on top of it. no, gotta change them. the cover is too hot, hot move. turn over. spread legs. bend leg. dangle one feet over the edge of the bed. hmm, walls are cold. leg on wall

lxc, hoarsely: a-yao. love of my life. my sun and stars. my little goldcrest. I am going to tie you to the bedpost in a non-recreational way

jgy, who has melted away after "love of my life": (gently wraps the vines of his person around the post of lan xichen's sexy torso)

3. sometimes (always) i think about modern jiggy being a dancer and sometimes (always) i imagine him moving something like mr taemin out there. like this kind of... fluid grace. he traces an arc in the air with his hand and it's like drawn with a protractor. every minuscule movement is planned. add his controlled expressions to this and you've got a What The Fuck How Is He Real

4.  in a scenario where xiyao elope (no i will not shut up. ever), what do people think about the situation? gotta be "jgy, the EVIL FUCK, has kidnapped our beacon of light and goodness, zewu-jun!"

"but two men similar to them have been spotted in some places, and they appear friendly with each other... so..."

"witchcraft! jin guangyao has controlled zewu-jun's mind! who knows if he didn't turn him into a fierce corpse!"

the first person to find them fucking under a tree sure is in for a, let's say, surprise

5. thought of the day: meng yao deserved a big ass head piece. and silver in his hair. those little chains like jin ling had, that clink quietly when he moves his head. meng yao deserved to be as decked out as possible in gusu lan sect! and for people to look at him and see just how precious he is to sect leader lan!

lan-fujun... when he walks into the room, it's like a silver-white river nymph came to live among humans 

(on the other hand: meng yao thinking about his mother. and about himself, as a child, dreaming of being accepted by his father, a powerful cultivator. they'd be free, and meng yao would become a great cultivator too, and give his mother the prettiest rooms, the best clothes, the most delicious food, anything she wants. she would never need anything, because she'd have everything. that's how it would be, and he, meng yao, will make sure of it!)

6. MODERN AU BUT BAXIA IS A POMERANIAN.

i was thinking black/tan because nie colors, BUT if she was white, it would add to the wonderful contrast... or sable. you know, because sabre... sable... not funny? sorry. look at the cute dog though

i'm not saying nmj is from the 'hey i am a big burly man with a tiny dog' school of hitting on people. BUT it is a fact that when he's having someone over for a fuck, he likes to see confusion and terror flash in their eyes as he tells them he wants to introduce them to the most important woman in his life just. i just think that would be neat (he likes to observe people before he invites them over. just to figure out if they would be that kind of person who has to be reminded why they're here. not that he's against baxia getting love! just,)

something something maybe he got her to learn to be more gentle because his early life left him a blunt and unapproachable. OR MAYBE it was a gift from huaisang? so he can have someone to take care of when he moves out? (nmj: oh, so you ARE moving out? nice! when? nhs:          )

anyway they often converse. as in, nmj always kindly asks her not to nibble on things and in most cases, she obliges. but sometimes someone forgets to take their socks out of their shoes and they smell SO DELICIOUSLY, a lady has to have her pleasures, alright? "buy her chewing toys" oh? so she graces them with one scathing look and ignores them forever? this woman's most precious item is mingjue's old sock, with holes on both the toe and heel area. he's tied it in a knot. she usually carries it to her preferred places of Chewing but always remembers to bring it back to her bed for the night. one night jgy gets up to get a glass of water and sees nmj, with baxia on the countertop, two socks in front of her. "THIS one is good", nmj says patiently, pointing, "and THIS one is a no" she bites down on the latter

nie "i get nothing but disrespect from small dogs and people under 180cm" mingjue

if baxia doesn't like someone, he automatically Doesn't Trust Them. baxia has a very love/hate relationship with jgy. initially she was very waggy about him. then at some point she grew cold

is it a new cologne she doesn't like? he tries bringing her snacks. she nibbles at them for a minute then abandons them w/ no care. she walks away from him when he's using a cute voice and feigns deafness when he's speaking normally. there can only be ONE tiny thing in this house

(sometimes nmj Squints at jgy but jgy is Trying, and it's rather entertaining to see him on the floor, dog hair on his pants, ruthlessly ignored by 2kg of Fuck You. so)

(xichen, of course, has her unending adoration, although, of course, she loves mingjue the best)

...how does she treat huaisang? i'm thinking With Enthusiasm. he looks friendly! he makes fun noises when you surprise bark at him! truly a man worth playing with. she expresses that opinion by lovingly biting his toes. sometimes he accidentally walks into her. woe! woe!! Father, help!!! Violence! Hate!!

@xiyao-feels: I just have this image of like. Her being out with NHS and seeing another dark and starting to bark furiously and try to attack because she must! Defend! NHS!

(making her stop is a work in progress, nhs is very protectable) i had a dog that, due to Circumstances, wasn't socialized properly, so she'd bark at every dog she met. she was small but she DID scare some friendly big dogs away. "why is this tiny thing shouting :("

....sometimes when she yaps at jgy, jgy... yaps back, mockingly. and then it BEGINS (at some point nhs records it and posts on yt as "pomeranians having a shouting match")  oh, no, it's fine! jgy understands. it was quite funny indeed. and the fact that for a month after that she gets into nhs' room to wake him up, or that his favourite t-shirts somehow are covered with dog hair? it's the draught, and the power of baxia's love :-)

xiyao-feels: He convinces NMJ that NHS really needs to learn more about how to handle a dog, and enrolls him in some training

"it's important that all household members get along :-)" he also blissfully records her doing her best to steal nhs' sock from his foot

nmj: see, that means she likes you!

nhs, sadly: no, da-ge. that means my toe hurts, and that i am one sock poorer

xiyao-feels:  JGY starts deliberately vanishing NHS' socks when doing laundry, blames Baxia They're probably really fancy. I don't know what really fancy socks even look like but I bet NHS does

probably very smooth and pleasant to wear. nhs likes to live fancy, after all. well, baxia likes that too now!! whatcha gonna do!! at some point someone (xichen) notices the whole house is just four grown up men giving regular sacrifice to a tiny bitchy dog. incredible

at some point they introduce her to jc's gals. it looks like this

[omgrachwrites]

Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, teeny bit of angst

Words: 2072

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! I love you all! xxx

Part Eight - Daisy Buchanan

Ava smiled at Bucky as she helped him to clear away the plates, Bucky’s asshole of a dad, and his bitchy girlfriend had left without so much as on offer to help clean up. Harry was fast asleep in bed – after being lulled to sleep by the adventures of Peter and Wendy – and Ava couldn’t leave Bucky to clear up on his own. He smiled right back, his eyes lighting up as he loaded the dishwasher and he offered Ava a glass of red wine. She thanked him with a smirk and regarded him, swilling around the wine in the glass before she helped Bucky clean down the counter tops.

“You didn’t have to do that Ava,” Bucky grinned bashfully, “but thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

Ava shrugged with a grin, “I don’t mind, besides I can’t let you clean up all alone can I?”

“I wasn’t just talking about that, I was talking about the way you handled things with my dad, I think that you even impressed him,” he chuckled, “that’s a feat I’ve never managed to accomplish.”

Ava smiled, maybe she shouldn’t have said that she was Bucky’s girlfriend, it was a bit out of line for her to do so. But, she couldn’t leave Bucky to be bullied by his own father, “it’s really no problem, I would have only been doing homework, and no offense, but your homework isn’t exactly riveting,” she giggled, “your dad has got no reason to be disappointed in you, you’re a wonderful guy, despite what I’ve said in the past. I didn’t mean it.”

She grinned as Bucky flushed, he was so beautiful when he did that, Ava’s phone vibrated and she smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “my cab’s here. I should go.”

Bucky chewed his lip and gently touched her wrist, “are you going to the firework festival in a few days?” he asked nervously, continuing when Ava nodded, “can I see you there?”

“Why?” she asked warily, narrowing her eyes, she couldn’t imagine why he would want to see her.

Bucky sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, “look, I know that we had an agreement that we weren’t going to talk about what happened between us in Greece and I know that it’s only been a couple of months but I think there’s more to us than just teacher and student. Don’t you?”

Ava sighed, they had had that agreement for a reason, Ava didn’t think that she could open her heart to him, at least not yet and she didn’t really want to talk about this right now, not like this, “you’ll see me if you’re lucky,” she teased as she kissed his cheek and hightailed it out of his apartment, she didn’t want her taxi to drive off.

As she sat in the back of the taxi she rested her head against the cold glass of the window as she watched New York City race past the window like a blur. It really was such a beautiful city. She smiled happily as she wondered if Bucky had meant what he said. She didn’t want to risk her college career if they weren’t discreet about the situation.

Ava imagined that it would be easy to be with him, he was kind, funny and he had the face of an angel. She had to weigh up the pros and cons though she imagined that the pros probably outweighed the cons.

That night she had trouble sleeping, partly because she was still worried about what Bucky had said and partly because Loki had some girl over and they had been going at it for a while now. She was going to kill him, the walls were thin. Though, she was glad that he was happy. Wanda had also met a cute girl on Halloween night, it seemed like everyone was falling in love at the moment.

The next morning Loki had made her chocolate and cinnamon pancakes, they were her favourites, and it was obvious that he knew that he had kept her up for the better part of the night. When Ava told him that he should invite his new friend to the firework festival he blushed and immediately started stuttering, it made her giggle.

The day of the festival arrived on a sunny but cold day, Ava loved this time of year where you could sit in front of the fire with a mug of hot cocoa.

“So are you guys coming to the annual party tonight? Pepper wanted to carry on the tradition to honour my dad. It’s Gatsby themed this year.”

MJ smiled at her as she linked her arm through Ava’s and she rested her head on Ava’s shoulder, “we wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Ava smiled at her friends and she bought them all hot cocoa – adult ones though, they had Irish whiskey in them – Ava giggled as she drank the strong hot drink which warmed her from the inside. They strolled past the frozen pond which was being used as an ice skating rink and that was where she saw Bucky and Harry.

“Ava!” Harry shouted and ran over to her, hugging her around the waist, Ava giggled as she ruffled his hair, he was so adorable.

“Hey you are you having a good time?” she smiled and he nodded with a delighted smile, he was looking really well.

“Yes, I love it here!”

“Good, I’m glad, I’ll see you later, okay?” Ava smiled before looking at Bucky who had a dimpled grin on his face. She walked past Bucky, slowly dragging her fingers against his, ignoring her friends who were smirking at her. Ava pulled a face at them as she walked ahead, towards the photography stall; she had always loved looking at the photographs.

There was one photograph that held her attention; it was a photograph of a spring garden. There were dozens of flowers in the picture – roses, foxgloves and cornflowers – spreading across the landscape and a single wooden swing hung on a tree beside them. The mere beauty of that photograph made her feel warm despite the cold weather.

“Did you take that photograph? It’s so beautiful,” she smiled at the pretty young woman behind the counter who nodded with a grin.

“Thank you very much, and yes I did. I took it when I lived in England, we lived right by a deserted manor house but I would break in and take care of the gardens,” she smiled and Ava thought that she looked very familiar.

Ava smiled, she bought the photograph, and she knew that her dad would have loved it. He had taken her to the English countryside a couple of times when he had first split up with Ava’s mother. Those trips were the best times of her life.

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Bucky pulled at the uncomfortable tie, he had to wear one all day at work and he hated that he also had to wear one in his free time as well. It was the evening of the firework festival and apparently, this party was thrown annually as a celebration. Bucky’s mom was looking after Harry while he attended this stupid party. Well, it wasn’t all stupid; he just wished that it wasn’t themed. He didn’t think the Gatsby style suited him.

“Fuck man, I wish you’d stop fiddling with that!” Steve scolded as they walked into the party together.

“I still don’t understand why I’m coming to this party,” he bit back in an undertone as he nodded and smiled at the other guests that they passed.

“Well,” Peggy started, “the woman that is throwing this party comes into the café so often that we’re friends now so she invited me. I had to bring my boyfriend and my boyfriend’s boyfriend. Sam’s here because he’s my favourite,” she laughed as she linked her arm through the boy’s arms and Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

“And, you need to meet someone,” Steve laughed and Sam nodded.

“What? I’m completely fine on my own,” he decided that he wasn’t going to tell his friends about his trying to win Ava over. He lifted his hand to run his fingers through his gelled hair, earning a swift slap on his arm from Peggy.

“Don’t mess with your hair, it looks nice like that!” Peggy scolded him like he was an insolent little boy. Bucky grumbled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“And you might be fine on your own buddy but it’s still depressing to see,” Sam clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky rolled his eyes as he grabbed a flute of sparkling champagne from one of the passing waiter’s silver platters. He took a sip and found that it tasted very expensive; it was probably worth more than his apartment.

“There’s Pepper,” Peggy smiled and pointed to the corner of the bar where the hostess was entertaining a couple of guests. The four of them wandered over to Pepper and she grinned at them as she saw Peggy approaching.

“Hey sweetheart, you look amazing!” Sharon giggled as she gave Peggy a hug.

“Thank you! So do you, I wanted to introduce you to some people,” Peggy smiled as she gestured behind her at Steve, Sam and Bucky, “this is my boyfriend Steve and his buddies, Bucky and Sam.”

Pepper grinned at them all as she gave them welcoming hugs before she gestured around the grand room, “enjoy yourselves, it’s an open bar,” she said before giving them a little wave and she went to mingle with her guests.

The party was going great, all four of them were taking their fill of the amazing food and drink, Steve was getting on Bucky’s nerves a little bit, he kept pointing out every girl with a pulse, “what about that redhead?”

“Steve, I’m warning you…”

“Oooh, what about her though, she’s pretty hot isn’t she Buck?” Steve shut up for a little bit when he earned a punch on his arm.

“I personally think that she’s pretty cute,” Steve said quietly, shielding his arm as Bucky rolled his eyes. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his friend.

Begrudgingly, Bucky looked to where Steve was looking and found that Steve was right, from her profile the three men could see just how pretty she was. She was dressed in a white flapper dress and her hair was adorned with a headband. The girl turned around, it was Ava, her mouth opening in surprise a little bit but she waved at them all the same before going outside onto the balcony with one of her friends.

“Sorry man,” Steve chuckled, slapping Bucky’s shoulder, “didn’t mean to snoop on your girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” he said simply as he took a huge gulp of his whiskey, “I’ll be right back,” Steve nodded distractingly due to the fact that Peggy had walked right over and perched herself on Steve’s lap.

Bucky walked out onto the balcony where Ava was sharing a cigarette with her friend, they both turned round to look at Bucky. Ava flushed while her friend smirked and walked back inside, “hey it’s Daisy Buchanan,” Bucky smiled, leaning against the railings.

“Hey, what are you doing here? You look great by the way, very suave,” she smirked which made Bucky flush and rub the back of his neck.

“Steve’s girlfriend knows Pepper so she invited us all tonight, thank you, you look very pretty,” now it was Ava’s turn to blush, He nodded at the cigarette, “didn’t know that you smoked.”

Ava smiled as she blew out a little bit of smoke and flicked the stub off the railings, “I only smoke when I drink or right after I’ve had sex. I thought about what you said,” she started as she chewed her lip, “I had a wonderful night with you in Greece, and maybe you’re right, maybe we can have that again. But we have to be careful, I won’t jeopardise my future. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Ava beamed brightly, looking around to make sure nobody was spying before she cupped his cheeks in soft hands, and she kissed him softly at first and then kissed him so deeply that it made his head spin. The fireworks that were going off in the night sky were nothing compared to the fireworks that he felt inside of him.

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AKA our favorite thing in the world !!!!!!! jsjsjsjdfkjsfj I love you so much thank you for this ask @catchthespade !! I’m not replying to this directly because I wanted to add images and going right from the ask makes the layout stupid lmao. (and I fucking hate tumblr because you can’t add text between nicely bunched images and it downgrades the quality to fucking hell but here we are)…

This gets semi-N//SFW

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Okay SO. Saizo is one of the most intensely jealous characters in the game. He even gets jealous of Yukimura:

I’ll put the rest under a cut for length purposes….this is LONG [seriously] and also mild spoilers for event stories to (hopefully) come…

AND LET’S NOT FORGET 

Obviously, he is pissed but not going to hurt Yukimura in any way. I think in a lot of ways he turns his jealous feelings into teasing/poking fun at the person he is jealous of. It’s his defense mechanism and he likes to push their buttons or make them look like a complete idiot in order to ease his anxieties and make himself feel better. 

We know his jealousy goes far enough that in canon he keeps MC from screaming during sex so Yukimura does not hear it, and he also has been known to keep Yukimura and Chibi Sasuke busy in order to not be interrupted with MC. 

Saizo literally gives ZERO FUCKS about what is going on around them when it comes to MC and his jealousy. He’ll ruin anything, he’ll stop anything, he’ll make the biggest fucking scene. We saw it in his route when he swiped her up from the faux wedding. There’s another event upcoming, in which MC is chosen for a lead part in a performance (in which she must kiss the male lead). At first, the male lead chosen is Yukimura, and Saizo seems to not care one bit, he doesn’t seem threatened. And I mean, Yukimura is his bestie and he trusts him so that makes sense, it’s a play kiss with no meaning. However, Yukimura gets sick and the part lands on Sasuke (BIG ninja Sasuke, not chibi). Saizo. Is. Pissed.  He literally jumps on the stage and ruins the whole fucking things by stealing MC and running away before they can kiss because he won’t allow it. 

Now, these are all “friendly” encounters with jealousy. However. I think Saizo has a very dark side to how possessive he can be when it comes to MC. 

We’ve seen in canon him mentioning several times that he will kill men if they try to see her intimately. In an upcoming ES we see just how pissy Saizo can get when he gets jealous of someone who ISN’T a friendly threat but a random stranger. MC volunteers to help at a nearby school but the teacher ends up being a real creepo. Saizo knows it right away but MC doesn’t listen or understand and continues to go there despite the fact that she is starting to receive letters from an unknown stalker. Saizo goes into freak-out mode and keeps watch of her from a distance 24/7. He shows up at the school purposefully to send a message to the guy, and the moment he DOES end up making a move, Saizo reveals himself AND HIS SWORD. 

Saizo may be the kind-hearted softie when it comes to MC and Yukkins, but the cold and calculating, unflinching Saizo is still very much a part of him. He has no qualms with murder and death, and since he holds all of like 3 people dear to him, he will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. 

SO, what sets his jealousy/possessiveness off the most? 

When someone has known MC longer than he has/someone who appears to be very close with MC. Saizo may have met MC long ago but he wasn’t able to be by her side and he’s pretty self-conscious about that fact. He doesn’t like it when someone tries to show they know her more intimately than he does. 

MC talking about other men, ESPECIALLY when they’re in bed together or have alone time. It’s few and far between they get quiet moments together so the last thing he wants to hear is about another guy no matter the context. 

MC not listening when he tries to warn her about someone or tell her not to do something. He’s got a sixth sense for trash people and he’s usually pretty easy going, so when he tells you to stay away from someone its for a good reason. Not to mention the fact that it’s hurtful to have your S/O ignore your advice in order to spend time with someone else. 

Anxiety after almost dying or losing MC. 

Of course, there are lots of other reasons, but I think these are the most prevalent, the ones that will actually get a huge rise out of Saizo. As far as other random jealousy/possessive HC’s, Dare I say……yandere???: 

Absolutely keeps tabs on you like at all times. If it’s not him himself(which it usually is) he sends Kiyohiro to watch and report back. If he even so much as WHIFFS someone is being creepy towards you he is ending that shit right away. 

How he takes care of them depends on the level of creep. And maybe how he’s feeling that day. If they can be scared off easily he could simply drop into their room in the dead of night, wake them up with a blade to the throat, “shhh, quiet now or I may just slip.” Perhaps he slips something into their evening tea and carries their unconscious body to the nearest cliff or into the woods. Maybe he writes a “love letter” in MC’s hand and lures them to a remote area, sword ready and Utsusemi ready to gobble some plucked eyes. Either way, MC will be none the wiser. 

“Hm? The grocer disappeared? That is strange…so what’s for dinner, little lady?” 

Has no qualms being vocal about his jealousy (most of the time). If it strikes his nerve just right he’ll come out and say he doesn’t like XYZ and wants you to stop. Other times, you have to pay attention to when he is being bitchy and distant. 

If he could, he’d keep you locked away all to himself. He has real issues with love/ownership/things because of his childhood. He’s never known how to have things, especially not precious things. So how does he control himself? He knows it’s not right to keep you locked away, so instead, he controls what he can keep to himself. Your ears showing, your skin showing, your dango, your blush/pleasured expressions, your moans. He doesn’t want anyone else experiencing this stuff of yours. 

That being said, he WOULD 100% lock you the fuck up if you were down for it. He’d get you a pretty little ribbon to tie around your neck and a comfortable room with things to keep you occupied, he’d bring you your meals and feed you, he’d bathe you, he’d tie you up sometimes when he was feeling extra anxious. 

On the off-chance someone actually did hurt you, its game over. It doesn’t matter if they had their hands on you, they left a small wound/mark, or something worse–they’re dead. Saizo will go into autopilot and obliterate the person. Bloodbath. 

In his efforts to keep you safe, he sometimes loses his sense of what is right and wrong with control. At his worst, he WILL refuse to allow you to leave his sight. By any means necessary. 

Blocking exits. Tieing you up (he knows the best and most efficient ways to immobilize you in seconds). Drugging you (such as putting you to sleep). 

When he’s feeling extra insecure he’ll claim you for himself. Tear your clothes off and tease you until you admit he’s the only one you love. He’ll make you say his name over and over again, and hearing it will ease his worries. He may even be inclined to break his own rules and let someone hear him fucking you so they know you belong to him. 

If you’re out in public and he starts to get jealous, he’ll pull you roughly into a dark secluded corner or onto a rooftop and tease you, pull at your collar and grip your face so you can’t look away from his intense expression

“Keep this up little lady, and I’m going to have to punish you.” He nips at your exposed clavicle. “Or…was that what you were hoping for all along?” 

Out of spite and pure jealousy he would 10/10 fuck you in a space such as a person’s bedroom or work, or with an item of that person’s. A way to get back at them and know he’s claimed you there or while you were wearing that (like fucking you on top of someone’s haori or with a hairpin they gave you in your hair before he gave it back to them) and they will never know. 

Has NO PROBLEMS talking about having sex with you. As long as they don’t see you its chill. He will let it out that he just had your legs spread 10 minutes ago and smile. He’ll go into detail. Especially when someone is trying to intimidate him over you. 

“Sorry, she won’t be able to meet you tomorrow like she promised. She’ll be quite sore…if you get what I mean. She looks quite sweet and docile but don’t let that fool you, she’s a different person when the lights are off. It’s no myth some women are wild in bed when you least expect it. Some night she asks for it so many times I have to wake up and check for bruises ^^ well, anyway, look at me going on when I’m sure with a face like that all of this is completely foreign to you. Don’t be discouraged, someone always has to be the late bloomer on the branch, hm?”

Definitely has a mental list of all of the people he’s threatened or killed over you 

Sometimes Kiyohiro has to step in and warn people to GTFO and leave before Saizo ends up murdering them 

Has had the urge to kill Inuchiyo more than once LOL 

Sometimes uses his Kotodama when he’s jealous. 

Maybe it’s during an interrogation of the person trying to steal you from him or harm you. If they deny, he’ll use his power to get them to confess the truth before torturing them. Maybe they lose an appendage for every time they lied or stalked MC. 

He’ll use it to keep you near him, keep you still, after your life was threatened. He needs time to look over your body, check for injuries, make sure you’re okay and tell you how much each finger and tear mean the world to him. 

HATES WHEN OTHER MEN TOUCH YOU. It disgusts him if they had ill intentions and he hates to think that you had to endure that. He’ll order you to strip and ask you where they touched you. He’ll wash the areas himself and caress you with his hands. He’ll whisper in your ear how you belong to him, and kiss over the areas until his anxieties disappear and he feels like he can no longer smell them or feel their energy. He’ll dispose of what you were wearing in an effort to rid you both of the memory completely. 

[suckerfordeansfreckles]

Muffled Sounds

Dean and Cas have been best friends for years, have been working together even longer.

And sometimes, when Dean has had a really bad day, he’s allowed to just drive over to Cas’ place and knock. If Cas is home, they’ll just spend as much time as possible rolled up on Cas’ couch together, not necessarily talking, just being close and breathing and calming down.

Today is a bad day, but when Dean drives over and there’s a car in Cas’ parking spot — because, what? Dean’s car is the only one ever standing there. Cas drives his bike everywhere, the dork — it definitely doesn’t help his mood. Neither does having to go looking for a free spot down the road. Or later, when he has to walk all the way back to Cas’ apartment building. Or later, when the elevator doesn’t work once again, and he has to climb up 6 flights of stairs. Or later, when he raises his hand to knock, and he hears laughter.

Cas’, obviously; his deep chuckle is something Dean will always recognize. But there’s also that sharper, higher laugh. An almost mean one — one that Dean is, unfortunately, also very well accustomed to.

Meg. Meg, from sales. Meg, who’s been very obviously propositioning Cas for weeks. Meg, who stands plastered to Cas, who twirls her hair and flutters her eyelashes whenever she’s around him — and who makes mean jabs at Dean whenever he gets a little too far into Cas’ personal space.

He doesn’t mean to keep listing in on them like a creep, but something in his chest dropped as soon as he realized, bound him to the very place he’s still standing in. There are muffled sounds, and then a thud. Meg, saying something, deep and sultry — and Dean is pretty sure that what he’s feeling somewhere deep in his chest is his heart breaking into pieces.

Dean’s been trying to ignore it for ages, these feelings churning and swirling in his chest whenever he spends time with Cas — but now, well. You can’t very well deny your feelings for your best friend, when you catch him with a girl, and you feel like you’re drowning.

He stays for a while longer, frozen in the hallway of Cas’ apartment complex, but then the voices seem to move closer and Dean’s brain finally comes back online.

He rushes out of the hall, stumbles down the stairs and barely avoids breaking his neck, until he’s all the way behind the row of parked cars. And then he notices what he should have noticed earlier: the car in Cas’ parking spot is so obviously Meg’s dumb convertible, he’s not sure how he missed it.

His eyes sting and he knows he’s being ridiculous, knows he has no right to feel even slightly as jealous as he does — so he stumbles back to his car and drives home, foot maybe a little too heavy on the gas pedal.

The thing is, up until this point, Cas was never with anyone. He hasn’t shown interest in anyone, either, so Dean could keep the thoughts and dreams as quiet as possible in the back of his mind and just tell himself; Cas doesn’t do relationships. He’s just not interested. It isn’t Dean’s fault that Cas never looks at him like… like Dean knows he is looking at Cas most of the time.

He takes the fastest lane home, only makes a quick stop at the liquor store in his street to get a bottle of their cheapest tequila.

As soon as the engine of his car dies down, he rushes inside, throws the door closed behind himself and lets himself really feel. He slumps back against the door, eyes closed and hand clutched around the neck of the bottle.

He can’t make himself do more than that, that night. He drinks until the world goes dizzy for other reasons than his burning eyes, and once he feels sick enough to sleep, he does.

When his alarm goes off the next morning, he grabs for his phone and calls in sick, rolls around, and goes back to sleep.

He knows he’s pathetic, losing his mind over his best friend sleeping with someone else — but it’s really been a bad week. He didn’t need to find out that Cas doesn’t want him the way he wants Cas, on top of everything. And not like that.

Cas calls him three times, but doesn’t leave a message when Dean doesn’t pick up, just shoves his phone deeper under his pillow and ignores its headache-inducing ringing. He doesn’t text back to explain things, either.

When Dean manages to drag his pathetic, hungover ass out of bed, it’s already late evening. He goes for a shower, grabs some food, changes his sheets, and goes back to sleep.

The next day at work, he avoids walking past Cas’ office on the other end of his floor as much as possible.

It works, up until the point where he walks past the break room and catches Cas and Meg, pressed up against each other on a bench, sipping coffee and talking. Dean feels sick all over again, and rushes back to his office.

He doesn’t leave it all day, not until his stomach starts to growl bad enough that Dean can’t focus on anything else.

He grabs his lunch box and slips out and back to the break room, that is, thankfully, heavenly empty. He gets some coffee before sinking down on a bench at the back of the room, taking his first sip and sighing into the steam.

But he barely gets one bite of his sandwich down when someone enters the room, plops down on a chair across from him. He looks up, sandwich drooping in his hands when his eyes fall on — of course, who else — Meg.

He grunts a Hello at her and turns back to his sandwich, tries not to project his feelings onto her. Tries not to get mad at the big, disgusting grin on her face. He fails, hard.

“Deano, what’s going on with you, lately?” she laughs. “All broody and sad. You might need to get laid as badly as Clarence does, huh?”

And that’s it, that’s enough. Dean slams his mug down on the table, lips pressed into a tight line, and finally explodes. “What, you’re telling me you two haven’t worked that out already?”

“Oooh, pretty boy’s jealous, isn’t he?” Meg drawls, and this is it, Dean gets up, ready to leave. “Cas and I did —”

“Meg, I don’t wanna fucking hear about you and Cas, don’t you get it? I can’t - I can’t listen to this,” he breathes, eyes closed.

He turns, but only manages to get a handful of steps between them before a hand closes around his wrist.

“Meg,” he grits, turning back around, ready to really give her a piece of his mind. But then he finds her looking… looking serious, a little worried.

“Wait,” she says, quiet and careful. In the end, that’s what really tips Dean over. He can handle a snarking, bitchy Meg, but this — this is new. He has no idea how to deal with this. So he stops dead in his tracks. And stares back.

“You know there’s no reason to be jealous, right?” she asks, looking at him with something like concern in her eyes.

And — “What.”

Meg watches him, seems to wait for something, but when nothing comes, she sighs heavily, and rolls her eyes as hard as humanly possible and — yes! This is the Meg Dean knows how to handle. “I can’t watch this any longer.”

Her hand drops from his wrist, but then comes back up in a sharp, stabbing finger against his chest.

“He’s in love with you, dumbass,” she snarks, eyes hard. “He’s in love with you, too. So you should really finally go and tell him how you feel. Before you boys break your own hearts even more.”

“What,” Dean repeats, dumb-struck.

“Yes. Cas feels the same way. If anyone knows, it’s me — gotta listen to our boy pining and whining every single day,” she says, and her voice turns lighter again, a twinkle in her eyes as she watches Dean.

“Meg, are you — is this a joke?” Dean stutters, because he can’t let himself feel this — squishes everything down as much as possible until he knows, for sure.

“I know I can be cruel, but that’s too much — even for me. Cas is my best friend, and he deserves good things. Deserves you.”

She moves a step back and just watches again, as Dean finally picks up his jaw and a flush spreads over his cheeks almost as fast as a wide, dazed smile does. “I swear to god,” he whispers as he walks towards the door, eyes still fixed on her. “I swear, Meg, if you’re joking, I will actually kill you.”

And then he leaves his lunch box and his coffee and his gloomy mood and rushes to Cas’ office, finally.

He finds Cas behind his desk, hunched over his computer, typing away with an angry frown.

He looks up as soon as he realizes that someone entered his room, and when his eyes fall on Dean, it seems kind of like a lot of tension falls from his shoulders.

“Dean,” he breathes, a careful smile stretching over his lips. “You didn’t answer my calls yesterday, is everything alright? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Cas. I’m very alright,” Dean says as he steps closer towards Cas, rounds his desk until he’s right in front of him. He can’t stop, feels like a mad man on a mission. “Very, very alright, and very in love with you.”

“Y— what,” Cas chokes, face coloring an endearing shade of pink. “Is this —”

“I’m in love with you, Cas. Have been for way too long,” Dean presses, and then he starts feeling like maybe he just made the biggest mistake of his life. Cas is looking up at him with wide eyes and a red face, and he doesn’t say anything. Not a word.

“Okay,” Dean mumbles, taking a step back out of Cas’ personal space again. “Okay, maybe — okay, I’m sorry. This was a mistake,” he stutters, but then Cas is up and out of his chair, and his arms wrap around Dean’s shoulders as Cas collapses against his chest.

He can’t help it, his arms wrap around Cas on instinct, hands spreading over Cas’ broad shoulders and pulling him even closer.

“Please tell me this isn’t a joke,” Cas murmurs against Dean’s chest, close enough that Dean can barely make it out. “Please tell me Meg didn’t put you up to this.”

“No. No, Meg made me realize — made me, um, feel like I could tell you.”

And then Cas raises his head and his eyes are wet, but that’s the last thing Dean sees before Cas closes the last few inches between them and presses his lips to Dean’s.

The kiss is soft, and warm, and gentle, and everything Dean could have ever wanted.

And it doesn’t stop for ages, not even when Meg comes in to cheer and whistle at them.

When it eventually does, it’s only because their wide smiles keep interrupting it.

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Take It

Request: A Yoongi scenario where he comes out of the shower just when you enter the room and some really passionate hot sex happens. (Including a lot of fingering)

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Rated : M

You were blindfolded, the only sound you could hear was how wet you were while Yoongi rapidly shoved his fingers in and out of you. Your hands that were tied to the bed were trying desperately to get free, but to no avail.

“Yo-Yoongi” You whined, he knew you loved touching him, but he loved seeing you so needy for him. He hummed in response, adding his thumb to the mix by placing it on your throbbing clit, causing you to jolt at the sudden feeling, your high coming close, but you knew better than to just let it happen.

“Hmm, are you close? You’re clenching.” You could practically see the smirk he had. “Do you get off on my fingers that bad?” He cooed. “I should’ve known. You always get so worked up over them.” He said, curling them to meet your sweet spot. “Tell me how much you love them, and you can cum.” He whispered, watching how you bit your lip.

“Fuck, I lo-”

“Y/n.” Yoongi said lightly shaking you and smirking down at you.

“Y’know, if I was that good last night, you could’ve just asked for another round.” He chuckled, watching as you stared at him in confusion, silently hoping he couldn’t read minds.

“You kept whining my name, flattering, really, but I’d prefer you to be awake when you say my name.” He winked, and you closed your eyes, trying to turn around, only to be stopped by his hand finding purchase on your bare waist. “What’d you dream about?” He bit his lip.

You swallowed thickly, laughing nervously. “Nothing, really.” You shook your head, focusing your eyes on the bridge of his nose so you weren’t looking him in the eye.

“Y/n” He chuckled, “If I trail my hand down between those pretty little thighs, and find out you’re lying, you’re in for a hell of a day, so you better fess up.” He said. “You know you’re a bad liar.”

“It was about you.” You blurted out.

“Well obviously.” He scoffed.

“Can you shut up? I’m trying to talk.” You bit back.

“Talk back again, see what happens.” His tone changed and you nodded.

“And your hands. Fingers specifically.” You looked away, and his hands moved to your hip, giving a gentle squeeze.

“What about my fingers.” He whispered.

“What else?” You grumbled, and he squeezed harder.

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“You were fingering me. While I was blindfolded. And tied to the bed. Lots of dirty talk.” You spoke in small sentences, but they seemed to suffice as Yoongi’s hold loosened.

“Was that so hard?” He cooed, and all you did was glare. “If you want that dream to come true, you better change that attitude.”

“How can I change it. You know I’m not good at expressing shit.” You grumbled, rolling over so you were facing opposite of him, feeling shy, but he only pulled you into him, moving your hair so he could press kisses on your neck.

“And you know I normally don’t ask.” He said between kisses “But it’s a dream, and you were whining and squirming in your sleep. Sorry, I’m not a mind reader.” He bit your neck, the same spot he bit the night before. “How about I make it up to you?” He whispered, his hand trailing over your thigh, to your inner thigh.

“Yes, please.” You sighed as his hands continued to linger on your inner thigh.

“Then spread your legs for me.” His breath fanning your ear, before he bit your lobe, his hands sliding to your slit, a finger running up and down, collecting your juices. “Must’ve been a nice dream. You’re nice and wet for me, like the good little slut you are.”

You whined as his fingers made contact with your clit every time his finger went up, but it wasn’t enough, so you bucked your hips into his hand.

“You can try all you want, but I’m not gonna listen to you. I’m in charge here.” He whispered, ignoring your whimper. “Don’t complain. You know you love being teased and treated like this. Let me have my fun.”

You bit your lip and threw your head back into his shoulder, which also gave him better access to your neck, while he slipped two fingers inside of you, using his thumb to add pressure to your clit, smirking against your neck when you squirmed around.

“Such a good girl for me.” He praised seductively. “I love when you squirm around, unable to do anything but just take what I give you.”

“Fuck, Yoongi, please.” You whimpered, but he stopped, leaving you to whine at the loss.

“As much as I want to keep going, your alarm’s going off.” He chuckled.

You hadn’t even heard it. You were so caught up in Yoongi and his actions, that you didn’t realize your alarm was going off on the counter.

“Wouldn’t want you to be late for class.” He said, getting off the bed, and putting his clothes on.

-

“You look beat. Didn’t sleep much last night?” Your friend asked, handing you your usual coffee as she took the seat next to you, other students coming in at random times.

“Kinda.” You sighed.

“You’re a terrible liar, Y/n.” Your friend laughed.

You threw your head on the table. “He left me hanging.” You nearly cried.

“What? Are you talking about Yoongi?”

You nodded the best you could with your head on the table. “He didn’t finish what he started.” You said, trying to be as discrete as you could about the situation.

“Then do the same to him.” She said nonchalantly.

“I don’t think I can.” You grumbled.

“And why not?” She asked as if it were completely stupid.

“I’m not really used to taking charge?” You shrugged your shoulders, moving to sit up straight.

“Really? You’re so bitchy though.” She questioned.

“Just because I have an attitude doesn’t mean I’m dominant, Moe.” You bit back.

“See! There’s the attitude. Just make it sexual.” She smiled.

“That makes no sense. At all.” Your tone unamused.

“Fine then. Deal with your blue balls.” She laughed. “But don’t let it distract you, I have no idea what we’re doing in this class.” She whispered as the professor walked in, and announced the discussion for the day.

-

The day went by excruciatingly slow, and the ache between your legs only grew as the seconds passed, causing you to become extremely irritated. What right did Yoongi have to do this to you? It’s not like you pissed him off recently. He had no business putting you through this shit.

With that thought in mind, you thought about what Moe said as you walked back to your apartment. Could you really take charge? It seemed easier said than done and you weren’t sure if Yoongi could take orders.

By the time you got home, you unlocked the door, hearing the water running and you wondered if Yoongi even left. Or maybe he did and you forgot to lock the door because he didn’t have a key to your place.

The fact that he stayed lessened your anger, but not fully. You slammed the door as hard as you could and threw your laptop bag on the couch. In the midst of all the noise you were trying to make, you didn’t hear the water turn off, and you were greeted with Yoongi’s wet form when you walked into your room, only a loosely hanging towel on his hip. You swallowed thickly. No harm in trying, right?

“What the fuck was that this morning?” You snapped at him, surprised your voice was actually steady.

“I told you, I didn’t want you to be late. And don’t get an attitude.” He said, taking his hand and running his slim fingers through his wet locks.

“I think I have the right to have an attitude, so don’t start with your bullshit rules. You owe me at least that.” You grumbled, walking to your closet to change.

“Bullshit rules?” He laughed. “They don’t seem to be bullshit since you follow them so well.” His words made your hands stop. You didn’t think this far. Shit.

“Maybe I only follow them to humor you.” ‘Wow, great response, Y/n.’ You winced, glad that he couldn’t see you.

“Humor me? Really? You’re trying to tell me you aren’t submissive by nature?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you pulled out a tank top, taking your shirt off, and changing.

“It’s not like you’ve given me a chance to show you otherwise.” You grumbled. ‘Fuck, Y/n, you aren’t thinking. Why the fuck would you say that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fu-’

”Then show me how dominant you can be.” He smiled, sitting on the bed, the light making the water droplets more visible and you swallowed.

‘Shit’ “Fine.” You said, making your way over to him, and sitting on his lap, your bare thighs barely touching his waist as your skirt lifted, Yoongi moving his hands to touch them but you swatted him away. “No touching until I say so.” You whispered, moving your hands so they were on his shoulders, and leaning in to press kisses on his neck.

The groan he released was encouragement to step it up, starting to nibble at the soft flesh, biting down close to his jugular.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned loudly, hands grabbing at the sheets below him as you sucked on the spot you had previously bit down on, and started grinding your hips against his growing bulge.

“Faster.” He winced.

“I don’t really feel like it.” You giggled. “I like to take things slow.”

“If that were true you wouldn’t love fucking me so much.” He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your hips, a surprised moan falling off your lips.

“You sure aren’t taking control now.” He licked his lips, bucking his hips up again. “What happened to my confident little kitty?” He looked up at you innocently.

‘Why the fuck did you think you could do this?’ You cursed yourself as you felt the heat creep up on your cheeks, you hips faltering slightly.

“W-well you’re supposed to listen to me and not do anything” You whined.

“And you’re supposed to put me in my place if I don’t listen.” He grabbed your hips so you were completely still, his slightly wet hands making your tank top stick to you. “Now, you can either lay on this bed like the good girl you are, and let me show you who’s really in charge, or I can make you.” He whispered, pulling you into him.

“That’s not how this was supposed to go.” You grumbled, trying to pull yourself away from his embrace.

“And how was it supposed to go, kitten.” He cocked a brow. “You know I don’t like to play silly little games.” He said, a hand moving to grab your arm so he could turn you around so you underneath him, taking his towel off in the process as he leaned over you, his arm supporting him.

“Payback for this morning.” You huffed out, turning your head to the side and crossing your arms.

“So you thought you could just grow a dominant bone in like six hours?” He chuckled. “If it made you that mad, I’ll make it up to you.” He smiled. “After I put you back in your place.”

“No, make it up to me now. I’ve been needy all day, you don’t get to just keep fucking with m-” You were cut off by Yoongi shoving his hand up your skirt to cup your soaked core.

“God, you really were hot and bothered all day, weren’t you?” He smirk, rubbing his palm against you. “Did you get this wet thinking about me?” You bit your lip, not wanting to give in. “Words, kitten.” He growled, adding more pressure.

“Y-Yes.” You sighed at the contact, bucking against his hand.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Your fingers.” You closed your eyes “Inside me”

“Hmm, just my fingers?” He said, moving your panties to the side so he could rub small circles on your clit, causing you to moan in relief.

“And your dick, fuck, just do something, please” You whined, but he continued his slow torture.

“See? Doesn’t this fit you better?” He smiled, watching you squirm as his fingers rubbed faster. “Underneath me, pleading for me to take care of you.” He paused as he pushed a finger in, then a second when he found you were wet enough. “Because I think it fits you better.” He said as he curled his fingers inside you, watching your back arch off the bed.

“Please, don’t tease.”

“Why not kitten? You just tried to, why can’t I?” His fingers going picking up the pace.

“I-I’m sorry. Please, I was wrong, just fuck me.” You moaned.

“Oh, don’t worry kitten, I will.” He said, putting his thumb on your clit to rub harshly. “But you have to cum for me first.”

You threw your head back. He would go for over stimulation. You shook your head. “But I don’t wanna cum from your fingers.” You tried, feeling the knot in your stomach start to form. “I want to cum on your cock.” You were silently begging that he’d give in.

“How can I deny my kitten when she asks so nicely?” He smiled, slipping his fingers out of you slowly, but you knew there was something else he was planning. “All fours.”

Once you had turned around, you heard a shuffle behind you and soon felt Yoongi behind you, pulling your panties down to your knees, and then rubbing his tip running up and down your slit.

“Fuck” You sighed, pushing your hips back against him, getting a slap to your thigh in return.

“Always so impatient.” He sighed, pushing his tip in, but not moving, causing a pathetic whine to fall from your lips.

“Yoongi~”

“Fine, you wanna call shots, fuck yourself.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You stayed silent as you moved back against him, moaning at the feeling of him finally filling you, and though it took you a minute, you set a good pace.

“Go faster.”

“What if I don’t want to?” You licked your lips, slowing your pace, but the sudden confidence you gained was gone when Yoongi thrusted into you suddenly.

“Then I can just do this.” He said, placing a hand on your upper back to push you into the mattress, getting a better angle to fuck into you. “It’s cute. That little confident attitude of yours.” He panted out. “But it’s more cute to see your face down for me.” He groaned, setting a faster pace.

You were about to comeback with something but head a familiar buzzing behind you. Well fuck.

“How about we see how confident you can get?”

You didn’t have time to respond before he pushed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your body reacted almost immediately, and how your pussy clenched around him at the contact.

“You’re not playing fair.” You moaned weakly, too overwhelmed by the addition of pleasure.

“Who said I had to?” He rolled his hips. “You’re mine to use. There is no fair.” He chuckled. “And I don’t believe you don’t love this. You say one thing, but your body says another.”

You whimpered. “Y-Yoongi” You felt the knot again.

“Go ahead and cum, kitten.” He said, starting to pound into you. The only sounds in the room being drowned out by your increase in volume.

“Oh fuck.” You arched your back, and Yoongi trailed his hand from your upper back to your hair, yanking it back, so your head was leaned back, and he leaned over you.

“This is where you belong. Right here, taking what’s given to you. Who said you could switch those roles? Huh?” He growled in your ear and you felt the knot getting closer to busting. “You like when I put you in your place, don’t you? That’s why you had your little failed attempt at taking control. You just wanted me to remind you.”

“Yes, fuck!” You screamed as you came, but Yoongi just chuckled into your ear.

“I want one more out of you.” Was all he said, before pushing you back into the mattress, and moving his hand to your hip so he could push you back against him. The feeling of him and the vibrator making you cry out.

“Yoongi. Fuck, I can’t.” You tried squirming away, the burning sensation becoming too much

“I know you can.” He panted, pulling against him so you couldn’t move. “Just one more, you can do it.” He groaned, gripping your hips tighter.

You bit your lip as you felt your second orgasm coming, and you whined.

“Just let it go, baby, don’t even try to hold it.”

The word “baby” was your downfall. The word was rarely used between the two of you, and it’s unfamiliarity brought you over the edge, yours triggering Yoongi’s and he stilled while he came, dropping the vibrator on the bed.

You both stayed still, trying to get your breathing back to normal, and once you had, he pulled out, and turned the vibrator off, watching your legs as they gave out as soon as he pulled away from you. He smirked and went to the restroom to get a hand towel.

“Roll over,” He said. Once you had, he took off your panties and placed the towel over your sex, and you flinched, still too sensitive. “Just let me clean you, I’ll be quick. I know you hate feeling dirty.”

You sighed and let him clean you up regardless of how uncomfortable it was, and he threw the small towel on the floor where his was before getting in the bed and pulling the covers over you both.

“You know, this is really unfair.” He sighed.

“What’s unfair.”

“I’m naked and you’re still clothed.” He grumbled.

- asshole 4

[k00kie-krumbl3]

Lipstick Stains & Bruises

{Jimin’s POV}

        Walking back upstairs, I tried to open the door only to realize it’s locked. “What are you doing Jimin?” Eliza asked, making me jump up in fright as I wasn’t expecting her.

“Sorry you scared me, I thought the bathroom was here, guess someone is already using it,” I lied, giving her a nervous laughter.

“Oh the bathroom is right here,” she said pointing at the bathroom on my right.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, thanking her as she soon left, looking at my phone I felt silly to think that (y/n) would actually want to hang out with me. I mean she made it very clear that she didn’t do friends.

Sighing, I soon walked back into the party, laughing at crazy antics that Jungkook did or talking to Eliza and Taehyung. Yet, I couldn’t stop glancing up at the stair case every once in awhile. Hoping that (y/n) will come down at least once.

——————

{Y/n’s POV}

“Huh? So the vampire finally decides to show up I see?” Allen chuckled humorlessly,

“Listen I already had to deal with Elaine’s shit. I don’t want to deal with yours,” I stated, soon sitting down next to Allen.

        Allen was Elaine’s ex boyfriend. After she met Hoseok, her feelings towards Allen changed. She was more bitchy, more conservative, and less affectionate. Allen grew tired of it and they began to fight. To the point that Elaine broke up with him. Telling him that it’s all his fault and that if he paid more attention to her and less to me that they will still be together. Of course that was a lie, Allen and I are just friends and even if I were to have a crush on him, it wouldn’t have mattered because Elaine’s well Elaine. She will take whatever she wants, by any means necessary, even if it results in her younger sister’s pain.

“Why didn’t I date you?” Allen asked, puffing out smoke from his cigarette.

“Probably because you fell under the spell of the wicked witch of the west. Ignoring my warnings and getting hurt in the end,” I told him, making him nudge me as I bursted out in giggles.

“Hey make yourself at home kid. You know where the beers are at,” he smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

        “Nah I’m good. Where’s Ollie by the way?” I asked him, Oliver was his step brother. A big contrast to Allen who was more dark and gloomy, Oliver was more bubbly and cheerful, not a big surprise if Jimin and him were to become friends to be honest.

Soon realizing who I was thinking about, I quickly began to choke on my own spit. Allen quickly getting up and heading over to me,

“You good doll face?”

“Jimin?!” I asked myself, Allen giving me a confused face only to smirk.

        “No way! No fucking way! You caught feelings for someone! Fucking finally! You’ve been moping about that Jae loser for months now,” Allen chuckled, only for me to glare at him as I kicked him in the shin, making him double over in pain.

“Shut up!” I growled, heading over to the kitchen, getting myself a can of coke.

        Walking back, I soon saw Matt walk in, curly dirty blonde hair structuring his blue eyes that looked almost purple and plaid red shirt which was a bit ripped on the sides. His jeans ripped in some parts and dusty brown boots making imprints on the floor boards.

“Mattie!” I exclaimed, hugging him as he chuckled and began to ruffle up my hair.

“Hey kiddo! Long time, no see! The evil twins got you all down?” he asked.

        Here’s the thing between Matt and Al. Matt dated my sister Eliza, Eliza is more of a sweetheart but with Elaine she is still a sweetheart but also two-faced. Aka she will stab you in the back. Let’s just say she also joined in on the cheating wagon.

“Something like that,” I replied,

“Pssh. As if. When you called me I could barely make out half the words you were saying!” Allen called out.

“Literally Allen shut up,” Matt gruffed, flicking the side of Allen’s head making him whimper out.

        It truly is funny, the difference between the two as Allen had instead of curly dirty blonde hair, he had mahogany brown hair, with brown eyes that when reflected at a certain angle looked a bit reddish. He wore a skin tight tank top with a burgundy bomber jacket and dirty ripped blue jeans with red converse shoes. They really didn’t look like siblings. If anything, I looked more related to Allen then Matt or Oliver combined.

“Hey doll! Who’s Jimin?” He drawled, red orbs staring me down, as I felt my eye twitch.

“Oh chick-a-dee found a lover?” Matt smirked,

“What?! Oh goodness! Oh goodness! You finally found someone! Oh (y/n) that’s wonderful news!” Oliver exclaimed, dropping the bags he had on the floor as he came over to the table I was currently sitting at and hugged me.

        For someone who looks small and scrawny, he had a death grip when it came to hugs. Giggling at his excitement, I soon pouted as I told him that I didn’t find someone and that I don’t have a crush on anyone, glaring at Allen for the false accusation.

        Oliver soon nodded his head, baby blue eyes almost glowing in understanding, soon looking at his blonde hair I realized it was now a pinkish blonde.

“Oh my gosh! You dyed your hair!” I called out, making him chuckle.

“Yup did it a few months ago. Ah~ but sadly the color is coming back,” he sighed, chuckling at my shocked state.

“I really wasn’t expecting that,” I told him, “honestly I thought Allen would dye his hair,” I exclaimed.

“I am not going to let my hair die!” He stated,

“You mean damage you dimwit? Your hair is already dead,” Matt corrected, rolling his eyes.

Chuckling at the duo, I felt my phone buzz. Looking down I saw Hoseok just texted me.

[7:35pm] From Hobi: Hey where are you?

[7:36pm] From (y/n): Hey! I’m at Al’s. The wicked-

        Soon realizing I was about to call his girlfriend the wicked witch of the west, I quickly deleted the saying, chuckling to myself. Allen perked up and looked at me, before he can ask I told him what happened, instead of seeing him laugh along with me he gave me a glare or really my phone a glare before looking back at the blank tv screen.

‘Someone’s still salty,’ I thought, soon finishing my text to Hobi.

[7:36pm] From (y/n): Hey! I’m at Al’s. Elaine and I had a fight and I needed to escape for a bit. I’ll need a ride though! Think you can get me?

        Getting up, I grabbed the controller and put on Netflix. Watching the latest shows, I felt my phone buzz again. Unlocking it I read Hoseok’s message.

[7:38pm] From Hobi: Sorry sweetheart. El and I are going out after dinner. Jimin offered to pick you up though, should be getting a text from him any minute now.

As soon as I read the last sentence, a new message with an unknown number popped up, the message read “Hey (y/n), this is Jimin.”

Groaning, I looked up to see Allen with a wide smirk, “I see this Jimin guy gets to pick you up, huh?” He smiled.

Whining, I pouted as I looked at Allen. “Why can’t you just drop me off?” I asked him.

        Staring at me in all seriousness he began to put his finger pointer up, “one, don’t want to see your sister,” putting up his middle he continued, “two, don’t want drama to occur,” putting up his ring finger, he soon closed his eyes and looked back at me with a small smile. Of pity. Of apology. Of hurt. “And three, I don’t want to see him.”

        Nodding my head in understanding, I quickly replied to Jimin’s text telling him where I’m at and soon texting Hobi telling him thanks but that out of everyone he had to choose Jimin.

——————

{Jimin’s POV}

        Pulling up at the driveway that (y/n) sent me. I couldn’t help but to feel nervous. The neighborhood already looked a bit scary, looking over at the house, I soon saw (y/n)’s head pop out of the door frame, a boy with blondish pink and blue eyes with freckles spread all around his face, also looking outside.

        Putting down the passenger window, I gave her a little wave. She waved back only to glare at the person who was supposedly behind her. She looked back at me and motioned for me to come inside. Gulping, I turned off the car and ran over towards the steps. Once entering, I greeted each person, Allen, was the one with ruby eyes, the one with baby blue eyes was Oliver and the last person with violet eyes was Matthew. Matt for short.

“So how did you guys become friends?” Al asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

        “Are you serious? Allen I already told you,” (y/n) groaned, face palming, only for me to soon realize that they were talking about me, I gave her a playful smile.

“So you were talking about me?” I asked, only for her to give me a cold stare, I felt a shiver go down my spine as I mumbled a soft apology.

        “It’s not like that. It’s just- there were problems concerning your dear friend Elaine and Eliza but I don’t want to get into the gory details. Don’t want to mess up their ��image”” (y/n) said, using air quotes around the word image.

        As she began to say bye to everyone, Oliver pulled me off to the side. “Please take care of her. I know she’s a bit closed off and she doesn’t have many friends, except well us. She really needs someone who can at least show some type of emotion. When she talks about you her eyes brighten up. She doesn’t know it yet but I have a feeling her meeting you, is the best thing that has ever happened to her,” the blue-eyed male exclaimed.

“I thought she doesn’t do friends?” I asked him,

        “Oh don’t get me wrong. It takes a long time to get her to open up but before she became this closed off person she- actually you remind me of her. How she used to be at least. She was happy and a free soul, she always found the good in people and was very open. But then something just killed that light or really someone. This is her go to place, away from her siblings when she’s hurt. To be honest, she feels more like our family than a friend. So I’m just telling you this as a warning but please don’t hurt her. She already deals with a lot of stuff at home and at school. I just want what’s best for her.” Oliver told me. A gloomy look in his once cheerful eyes. Nodding my head, he squeezed my hand in gratitude and waved goodbye as I walked over to the door, (y/n) looking at me before giving me a small smile.

~~~~~~

        Driving back to her place was awfully quiet, an awkward tension in the air.

“So what did Ollie tell you?” (Y/n) asked,

“He was um... just telling me that it’s nice to know that you’ve made a friend,” I said, shortening up the conversation we actually had.

        “That was a long conversation for him to just be saying ‘thanks for being (y/n)’s friend,’” she snorted, looking over at me, her elbow was resting against the glass and her head was laying down on her elbow. So her eyes looked more cat-like but also gave her a cute appearance.

        “I don’t know if I should say, it wasn’t anything bad. I rather you ask him then me,” I told her, giving her an apologetic smile. Nodding her head, she looked out, “you know, I can’t help but find it odd how we keep on meeting. Maybe it’s fate,” she giggled.

“You believe in fate?” I asked her, slightly astonished by this information.

        “Why yes I do. I know, right? Quiet, brooding girl who hates the world actually believes in fate? How odd?” She mocked, looking at me with a goofy grin. “I mean I wasn’t always like this. Honestly, you remind me of how I used to be. I just hope no one messes up that care-free spirit of yours. That has to be one thing I truly do like about you, Pinky.”

        Blushing at her compliment, I wanted to ask her what happened. What made her become who she is now. Who made her lose that spirit? But I couldn’t because we soon pulled up to her house. Opening the car door, she thanked me and told me she’ll see me at Chem class. Waving bye, I waited until I could no longer see her figure.

••••••••

{Y/n’s POV}

        Alarm going off, I quickly got out of bed and got ready. Everything was as it should be. Once going downstairs to pack up my lunch, I felt my phone buzz. Face furrowing in confusion, I pulled it out to see Jimin has texted.

“Wanna ride?” It read.

About to reply ‘sure’, Elaine came out of her room, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s wrong” I asked, expecting some snarky comment, she whipped out her phone to show me the text.

[9:38pm] From Baby: I’m sorry Elaine.

[9:39pm] From Elaine: What did I do wrong? We were good Hobi! Baby... please!

[9:40pm] From Baby: You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just not happy. The love dwindled and I’ve been watching you ogle at Jungkook multiple times. You’ve been more distant and I just don’t think this will work out anymore.

[9:41pm] From Elaine: I get it we broke up. But why?

[9:42pm] From Baby: We’ll talk about this tmr... okay?

        “I-I’m so sorry,” I told Elaine, looking up at her, she glared at me. “This is your fault you stupid bitch,” she seethed, grabbing her phone and hitting me across the face with it. Falling down from the sting, I looked up at her, unshedded tears forming in my eyes.

“How the hell is this my fault?!” I accused,

“You ran off. God Hobi’s always your little hero so no doubt he’s breaking it off so he can be with you,” she sneered.

        “Or maybe it’s because you suck at being a good, older sister! Ever think of that! God not everything is about you!” I yelled at Elaine, grabbing my stuff and going into my car, driving off to school.

~~~~

        Before exiting out of my car, I looked over at the side of my cheek and saw the red markfrom Elaine's phone begin to bruise up, lifting up my hoodie. I soon exited out, walking over to my locker, I saw Jimin and his group of friends huddled up, Elaine and Eliza not there yet, neither was Hoseok or Namjoon.

“Jimin? Can I talk to you?” I asked him.

Turning around, he nodded his head, as we parted from the group, I asked him how he feels about Eliza.

“She’s a good friend... I guess?” He shrugged,

        “If you date her just be careful please. Same thing with Elaine. They aren’t in a good mood,” I told him, about to walk away, he quickly grabbed my wrist.

“Hey! (Y/n) what’s that on your cheek?” He asked,

        “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I told him only for him to pull me closer, taking my hoodie off he examined the bruised up cheek.

“Did one of them do this to you?” He gruffed, his usual happy and care free aura gone.

“It really doesn’t matter,” I told him.

“Stop lying!” He hissed,

“It... Elaine did it. She was mad because Hobi broke up with her and blamed me. It’s okay, though! I don’t nee-“

        “This isn’t okay (y/n). I don’t care if it’s out of anger or what? She can’t do this to you. Come on, we’re going to the nurse’s office,” he stated. No room for excuses as he pulled me with him.

~~~~~

        Once we reached the nurse’s office. Dr. Kim began to look over at the bruise. “Ice will definitely help with the swelling. What happened?” He asked,

“I dropped my phone and it hit me against the cheek,” I lied,

“...well this is a very big bruise just from your phone falling on your face,” he exclaimed.

“I bruise easily,” I retorted.

“Is there something you want to tell me Ms. (l/n)?” He asked, placing a bag of ice, wrapped around with paper towels onto my bruised cheek.

“Nope. Nothing. Thank you Dr. Kim,” I told him, quickly leaving the nurse’s office. Not realizing that Jimin wasn’t in tow.

��———

{Jimin’s POV}

“She was lying, wasn’t she?” Dr. Kim asked,

“She was Jin-hyung,” I told him. Jin was the step brother of Jungkook. Looking up at him, he nodded in understanding.

“Her parents?” Jin asked,

“Sister,” I answered. “Ah~ She really is cold,” I sighed, looking at Jin.

“And I see she has found a way to capture your heart,” he chuckled,

“She intrigues me. I want to know more about her,” I told Jin honestly,

        “Curiosity, hm? Well, be careful. Don’t want you to be making rash decisions now,” Jin chuckled, as I soon left his office waving him a quick goodbye, I ran over to Chem class. When I reached it I saw (y/n) sitting in her usual seat, except where I usually sit there was a bag there, pouting I was about to head to the front until I saw (y/n) grab the bag and put it down, still not looking at me but I could see a small smile form up.

        Smiling, I quickly took my seat. “Thanks,” I whispered. “No problem, Pinky,” she replied, twirling a strand of my hair before zoning in on the lecture as Mr. Choi walked in.

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A/N: I decided to do a double update since I didn’t update last time.

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[haughtbreaker]

Wynonna thinks Nicole needs a little bit of socialization, but will a party bring more strife than joy?

Thanks again to @jaybear1701​. Always a rockstar. This chapter gets a bit... much. Sorry. But also not sorry. I like breaking things. I'm horrible. TW: Mention of Suicide; Anxiety; Heavy alcohol use; Abortion

**Companion song: Across the Universe (Fiona Apple Cover)**

 "Are you going to tell him?"

Wynonna stared out the window, watching as the world skimmed by. She hated this town and the town hated her. "No." Unfortunately, it would always be home because it's where Waverly was.

There was a soft sigh as the SUV continued out of town, heading towards Gus's property.

Wynonna reached up to trace a path of water dripping down a window, trying not to think about the cramping, or… "It's better he not know. You know Henry. He'll probably cry or some bullshit like that." She didn't want to think about it. She needed to just lock it away. 

"And you don't think you should have…"

"No." Wynonna looked at Xavier who was behind the wheel. "Telling him would destroy him. It would literally kill him." She'd known as unfair as it was to Xavier, he would help her. He was always the most dependable of her tiny circle. She might even consider him a friend at that point, even if it was just because he was in love with her.

"It's your choice," Xavier finally said, returning his eyes to the road.

"My choice," Wynonna repeated. As they coursed down the road, Wynonna was relieved to finally see the shape of the house they'd lived in since… that night. Choice was such a bullshit word. There was no choice really. Two forms of birth control and fate still felt like fucking with her. 

As the SUV came to a stop, Wynonna put on the smile she'd been practicing, turning to Xavier. "Thanks X, you're a lifesaver." She opened the door and hopped out, turning back to him again. "You should come over Friday night. I'm gonna have a party."

"Do you really think you should?"

Wynonna rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. I just need to drink… a lot."

Xavier nodded. "What time?"

With a snort, Wynonna pulled her phone out of her pocket, swiping away a text from Henry. She was definitely not ready to see him. "I'll text you. It'll probably be 7ish but I need to convince Waves first."

Xavier nodded again. "Ok. Get some rest. Take your antibiotics."

"Thanks, Mom," Wynonna called out before shutting the door. She made sure she had her bag on her as she made her way up the front stairs. Gus was thankfully gone, probably getting supplies to prepare for her upcoming trip.

Waverly's Jeep was parked out front but when Wynonna entered the house, she only saw Nicole, sitting at the dining room table which surprised her. Over the last few weeks, it was rare that Nicole and Waverly were separate, which she found strange. Waverly had never been one to stay home all the time. At first, Wynonna had attributed it to the breakup with Champ and their overlapping circles. It wasn't until that one afternoon she smelt weed coming from downstairs that the sight she was greeted with made her think otherwise.

"Is this really your hair color?"

Wynonna stopped mid-stair at the scene she saw before her. She'd only swung by home to switch shoes when a familiar smell had brought her to the basement door. It was still early afternoon and she did not expect to see her sister sitting on the couch with Nicole's head resting on her thigh as she ran her fingers through auburn hair.

"Unfortunately," Nicole answered slowly, her toes tapping to the soft music that poured from the speakers connected to the record player.

"What in gay shit is going on here?" Wynonna asked as she walked over to the couch.

"Hey Earp," Nicole spoke in a slurred speech, on the verge of passing out.

"Shouldn't you two be in school?"

Waverly chuckled. "She had a panic attack earlier. so I drove her home."

"Man panic attacks are the worst." Wynonna picked the box up, looking at the diminished supplies. "Good choice of strains." A thought occurred to her as she looked at her sister who was way too high and seemed to be studying Nicole's face. It took her a minute to register what Waverly had said. "You drove her home? What about your perfect attendance?"

Waverly shrugged. "It's fine. I mean… I'm sure my college app is padded enough."

Wynonna blinked in disbelief at Waverly's nonchalance. From what Gus had told her, Waverly had kept her attendance spotless and now she was willing to give it up that easily? Just another thing she filed away for later.

"You know what you need, Haught?"

Nicole sighed softly, looking up from her text book. Wynonna had an excited look on her face and one of the things she'd learned over the past few weeks was that when Wynonna was excited about something, it was probably going to be chaos. "What's that, Earp?"

Wynonna slung her arm over Nicole's shoulder, leaning closer and whispering, "A house party."

Nicole sighed again. That was the last thing she wanted. In the past few weeks, school had been… strained to say the least, after her panic attack. While she'd managed to ignore most of the negativity, a party would be inviting that negativity into her after-school life. But parties weren't always bad. She didn't want to be around a lot of people, but she could really use a drink. "Aren't you a little old for house parties?"

"Haha." Wynonna removed her arm before slugging Nicole on the shoulder. "Funny. You're a real riot. Well let me tell you something about Purgatory, Cali-girl. In Purgatory, you're never too old for a house party."

Nicole winced as she rubbed her shoulder. "Sounds…" She wasn't even sure how it sounded.

"You don't have to say it, I can see the excitement in your eyes." Wynonna slapped the top of the table. "Gus is out of town this weekend with her annual tomatuh festival," she mocked Gus's accent. "So we've been tasked with, you know, protecting the house, protecting Waverly's chastity, making sure you don't off yourself…"

"I'm pretty sure Waverly is old enough to watch herself." Nicole refused to be baited.

"You're killin me, Smalls." Wynonna looked up as Waverly entered with her own stack of books. "Help me out here, Waves."

Waverly rose an eyebrow. "Experience tells me I should take Nicole's side on this." She sat down at the table beside Nicole, beginning to spread out her books in preparation for their study session, a habit they'd formed the second week of school together. After all, it made sense. They had almost all the same classes.

"So you don't want a party this weekend?"

Now, Waverly pursed her lips, looking from Nicole to Wynonna.

"See!" Wynonna laughed as she moved over and threw her arm around Waverly's shoulders. "Waverly has the true spirit of an Earp."

"I mean…" Waverly toyed with a pencil between her fingers. "I do feel like since I broke up with Champ, I've been a little isolated."

"Excellent. Hop onboard the hype train, Haught."

Nicole sighed, looking at Waverly who was watching her with an amused look. "I guess."

"Fuck yes." Wynonna yelled as she left the room, heading upstairs without another word.

Waverly seemed to be watching her closely. "Are you sure you're going to be ok?"

Nicole gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Well… I guess we'll see. I really need a drink and the people… well I can just hide in my room if it gets too much." When Waverly began going through her homework, Nicole felt a ball of anxiety beginning to form in her belly.

Nicole looked around the crowded house, trying not to let anxiety get to her. It hadn't worsened, but it hadn't gotten any better.

"What are you doing?" Waverly suddenly popped up, drink in hand.

"Just… observing." Nicole took a sip from the cup in her own hand. It wasn't too bad for a high school party.

"You're brooding."

Nicole rose an eyebrow. "I don't brood." Somehow, Waverly's sunny presence was comforting and Nicole felt herself beginning to relax. "I'm just a fan of watching."

Waverly laughed at that. "Ok. If you want to watch, you can at least be comfortable." She reached down and grabbed Nicole's free hand, beginning to pull her through the crowd.

Looking down at their joint hands, Nicole allowed herself to be pulled forward. She could have easily stood her ground, could have resisted, but she couldn't find a reason to. She was surprised as she was pushed down onto the couch and Waverly sat down beside her.

Nicole noticed that Waverly was like a beacon - a strong light drawing in her friends that appeared one by one, plopping down on the chairs, or on the floor until it seemed like they were surrounded by what felt like half the party.

"All right bitches!" Wynonna kicked a chair over to the coffee table, her hands filled with glasses and a new bottle. "Time to have some fun."

"Oh no." Waverly gave Nicole a look.

Nicole didn't move from her position, instead she took a sip of beer. "What's on your mind, Elder Earp?" She could already feel a light buzz going and she was comfortable.

"I say we play a game." Wynonna plopped down into a chair and began setting out shot glasses. "Nerd, get in here." Wynonna pointed at Jeremy as he was about to run away. "Henry, Bitchy Blonde," Wynonna slid a shot glass over to Stephanie. "Haught pants, Baby Girl." Glasses found homes to as many people could fit around the coffee table.

"Not playing, X?" Waverly called over to Xavier who was lingering always in the background, sipping from a bottle of water.

"Designated driver." Was all he said with a shrug.

Nicole sighed as she turned to face the coffee table. "Okay… what are we playing." So much for staying under the radar.

"Never have I ever," Wynonna declared, getting a round of groans. "Oh believe me, it's a lot safer than truth or dare. Ask Henry." She gave him a wink.

Everyone wanted to ask, but it was Jeremy who broke the silent taboo, "What happened to Henry?"

Wynonna laughed, but didn't answer.

As if he knew just explaining wouldn't do it justice, Henry tugged his shirt up, revealing a silver barbell that went through his right nipple.

"Nope." Waverly shook her head. "Just nope."

Chrissy was about to reach out to touch it until Waverly captured her wrist with a shake of her head and Henry lowered his shirt.

Nicole had to laugh at that. "Not a fan of nipple piercings?"

Waverly shook her head. "Nope. Just nope." She crossed her arms over her chest before freezing, turning to look at Nicole. "Why? Is it something you've…"

Nicole cleared her throat,having learned that Waverly's curiosity was immeasurable and would often take over and drive her crazy. Instead of answering, she turned to Wynonna. "So, Never Have I Ever…"

"Everyone knows the rules, but let's go over them for the nerds." Wynonna poured herself a shot just to have one. "We go around the table. One person says something they've never done, and if anyone else has done it, they take a shot. I'll start." With a smirk, she spoke, "Never have I ever gotten straight A's in a quarter."

"Asshole." Waverly laughed, setting her shot glass on the table. She was joined by Jeremy and Nicole almost laughed at the look Waverly gave her when she set her own glass down.

"What? I used to be a brainiac…" Nicole lifted her glass, mentally preparing herself for the shot. "Until I discovered alcohol and sex," she said before drinking the shot. She tried not to laugh as Waverly began coughing up her shot, her face turning bright red. Nicole reached out and gently pat her on the back.

"Well, this is going to be fun." Wynonna rubbed her hands together as she handed the bottle to Jeremy.

"Oh." He looked around in surprise before his face screwed up seriously. He looked like he was trying to conjure an entire army of dark spirits or something nerdy like that before Wynonna gently kicked him. "Okay okay. Never have I ever…" Jeremy paused, his cheeks coloring a bright red, "kissed a boy."

There was a groan as most of the glasses hit the table. Nicole knew her own glass would have probably been the most surprising if it weren't for Henry's glass sliding towards Jeremy. Jeremy's eyes grew twice as big as he stumbled with the bottle of liquor, beginning to fill the shot glasses.

"Something you wanna tell us, Hank?" Wynonna commented with a smirk.

Henry retrieved his filled shot glass with a shrug. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," he commented before swallowing the shot.

They continued around the group once, each turn getting equal amounts of groans and laughter. They'd each had a sufficient amount of alcohol in their system as they began the second round.

It was her turn again as Waverly hummed softly to herself. She tapped her lips, obviously trying to think of something good that hadn't already been said.

"Never have I ever seen such a bigger waste of time," Wynonna commented, nudging Waverly with the tip of her boot.

"Okay okay." Waverly's eyes came up to meet Nicole's before quickly moving away. "Never have I ever kissed a girl in a more-than-friends way."

"Well fuck me." Wynonna sighed heavily as she set her shot glass on the table.

Nicole set her own down, a small spike of curiosity flowing through her as Waverly's eyes kept darting to her and quickly away.

Henry put his glass down and looked at Jeremy.

"Thankfully not me." Jeremy shook his head. Although he'd only had one shot, being so obviously the most innocent of the group, he was still a little more than buzzed. He didn't drink often.

Chrissy set her shot glass down and everyone looked at her. "What? Shit happens when you drink too much." She chuckled.

"Why Chrissy Nedley... as I live and breathe." Waverly laughed as she dished out the shots.

Nicole couldn't help laughing as she retrieved her glass. She was feeling significantly more relaxed and was starting to enjoy the night.

That is, until it came to Stephanie's turn for a second time.

The night had been going a little too smoothly until Stephanie, who'd obviously drank too much, lifted the bottle and pretended to think. Her smirk was thick with malice as she looked across the table directly at Nicole. "Never have I ever wanted to kill myself"

It was as if time slowed down, everyone at the table frozen in a moment of disbelief.

Surprisingly, Wynonna leaned forward to speak. "What the…" Her voice trailed off as Nicole set her shot glass on the table, one eyebrow twitching up in challenge.

Stephanie seemed to find glee in it as she began to fill up the shot glass.

Another clink made the group jump as a second glass hit the table, sliding towards Nicole's.

Nicole barely heard the gasps that went around the room as she followed the path the glass came from, her eyes locking with Waverly's. She froze, not sure if she should say something, or if Waverly even wanted her to say anything. She'd known for a while there was a sadness behind those eyes, but they'd never talked about it.

After a second, Waverly broke the eye contact and looked at Stephanie who seemed frozen in place. "Well, what are you waiting for? Fill it up."

There was another clink, and Wynonna pushed her glass towards the middle, looking at no one but Stephanie with venom in her gaze.

Suddenly there was a fourth glass, then a fifth, then a sixth and Nicole felt her eyes burning with unshed tears. She looked around to see familiar somber faces, each person willing to bring their demons to the surface at that moment.

To her credit, Stephanie didn't dare say anything as she filled the collection of glasses on the table.

Everyone retrieved theirs before Nicole but didn't drink, as if waiting for her to take the lead, each of their glasses filled with the guilt that was too hard to swallow. Nicole lifted her own glass and stared at Stephanie before quickly knocking the shot back.

Without saying anything else, Nicole set the glass down, stood up, and walked away from the table.

"What the fuck, Stephanie?" Waverly turned to her friend. She couldn't believe the girl would be so cruel.

"What?" Stephanie asked in defense. "It's just a game, Waves."

"If you seriously don't see what you did wrong, you need to get the fuck out of my house." Waverly pushed up from her seat, ignoring the shocked silence around her and walking off in the direction Nicole had disappeared. She went from room to room on the ground floor, regretting inviting as many people as had shown up. She'd thought she'd seen Nicole go into the kitchen but when she got there it was empty.

Turning to leave, she didn't expect to run straight into Wynonna.

Wynonna's eyes scanned the room quickly before settling on Waverly.

"Wynonna, I'm trying to find…" Waverly was cut off as Wynonna pulled her into a hug. She froze.

It seemed like forever until Wynonna pushed back, looking in her eyes. "You're the most important person in the world to me. I just wanted to make sure you know that."

After a long moment, Waverly nodded. "I know, Wynonna."

Shifting uncomfortably, Wynonna quickly kissed Waverly on the forehead and pushed her away. "I need a damn beer."

Watching her walk away, Waverly smiled before returning to her search. Not finding her anywhere downstairs, Waverly wound her way between the people to get upstairs. She was about to head towards Nicole's room when she felt a draft coming from under the closed door. Furrowing her brow, she opened the door to find the room empty. On the wall opposite the door, the window was wide open, letting in a gust from outside. "What the…" Rubbing her arms, she moved across the room. "Nicole?"

Nicole sighed softly as she tucked the bottle of vodka into her pocket, lifting the window open. A gust of cold air poured in and Nicole was glad she was wearing thermals under her clothes and coat. Ever so carefully, she stepped out onto the roof, making sure her boots wouldn't slip on the shingles.

The music from down below seemed to shake the house slightly, but with no neighbors for miles, it didn't matter much. Apparently the Earp girls knew a LOT of people, Nicole mused as she took a seat on the roof and pulled out the bottle of vodka, trying not to think too much about the game before.

Maybe she'd gotten used to the cold a little, but she swore it didn't bother her quite as much anymore. Taking a swig from her bottle, she looked up at the stars. She'd spent many nights under the stars back home and it was so strange for the stars to not be where they were supposed to be. Not only that, but there were so many more stars. Back home, the light pollution made it difficult to see more than the larger stars, even in the desert.

But here, on the roof of Gus's house, she could easily see an endless amount of shining pinpoints of light . She could almost see the ribbons of colors wrapped around and defining galaxies, or maybe she was imagining it. Was Shae somewhere up there, between the earth and infinity?

Her parents hadn't raised her to be religious, so she wasn't sure about the afterlife - if there was an afterlife at all. She couldn't imagine heaven or hell, but she knew her dreams were haunted by Shae's presence. She had to wonder if it was helping or making things worse. Either way, she couldn't imagine her life without Shae, even if it meant just in her dreams.

Swallowing another mouthful of vodka, she looked down at one arm, her hand pulling back the sleeves slowly, revealing marred flesh inch by inch. She could still feel it, the pull that came from within, tempting her with promises of peace. It was a strange feeling, knowing that a handful of pills a few times a day was the only thing helping her resist the voice. But now, it was like the idiotic game played by children was almost enough to break the dam of control she'd maintained.

Nicole's mind took her back to that night, when the grief had taken over. She remembered watching her lifeforce escaping her body. She'd never thought that much blood would look like that, the way the color had flecks of texture, not unlike the way metallic paint shined in the light. It was almost as if she could see the red and white blood cells spreading across the desk, watering down as it began to mix with the bottle of vodka she'd dropped when she lost strength in her hands.

"Nicole?"

Pulling her sleeves back into place, Nicole wiped away the tears she hadn't realized had streaked down her cheeks before looking towards the window.

Waverly's head popped out the window, looking around before curious eyes settled on Nicole. "Oh, you're out here…" She let her voice trail off, whether from not knowing what to say or the cold, Nicole couldn't be sure but she saw the girl wrinkle her nose, beginning to rub at her arms to fight the chill.

Nicole nodded. "Yeah, I just needed to get away from the crowd for a few," she said, as if Waverly hadn't been there, witnessing everything that had happened..

"Oh, okay." Waverly paused for a second before disappearing back into the room.

Waverly was so strange sometimes, Nicole thought as she took a drink. And yet, she wondered if she'd been a bit rude, going over her response. It wasn't rude to want peace was it? Did Waverly think Nicole was trying to get away from her to avoid talking about what had happened? That wasn't it at all.

Nicole sighed. It was just another thing she would probably have to apologize for later. Whenever she saw Waverly again. Which came a lot sooner than she thought as she heard a noise at the window and saw Waverly squirming out, this time dressed in more suitable clothes, a blanket in one hand, and a thermos in the other.

"Here, take this." Waverly didn't give Nicole a chance to protest before she handed her the thermos, shaking out the blanket and taking a seat next to Nicole.

Nicole rose an eyebrow as she handed the thermos back. "Hello."

"Hi," Waverly responded simply, uncapping the thermos and pouring the steaming liquid into the cover before handing it to Nicole, who took it more out of polite habit.

"What's this?" Setting her bottle of vodka aside, Nicole couldn't help but be drawn in by the heat being emitted from the drink.

"Hot chocolate." Waverly answered with a big smile before leaning closer.

"You…" Nicole brought the cup up to smell it, surprised by the chocolate scent. "You made hot chocolate?"

Waverly nodded with a proud smile. "Don't be so surprised. It's vegan… including vegan Bailey's and whipped cream flavored vodka."

Nicole eyed it suspiciously.

"It's not poisonous, Asshole." Waverly nudged Nicole's shoulder before taking a drink straight from the thermos.

With a soft chuckle, Nicole took a small sip. She paused for a moment to let her brain try to catch up with her taste buds. After a few seconds, she took a larger sip.

"Mmm hmm. That's what I thought." Waverly took another sip from the thermos before looking up at the stars.

It wasn't traditional hot chocolate, slightly sharper and actually silker, but Nicole enjoyed it nonetheless. "Thank you." Looking up at the stars, Nicole felt a strange shift in the environment, or maybe it was a shift in herself. She had been thirsting for the silence, away from the crowd of teen obscenity that was happening on the bottom floor of the house.

Away from Stephanie.

And yet she didn't mind Waverly's presence. She didn't take up too much space like people often did when invading your privacy.

Waverly sniffled, rubbing a bit of steam away from her face. "I um... I wanted to…"

"Don't apologize for her," Nicole quickly spoke up. She gave Waverly a tight-lipped smile. "There's enough in life we all have to apologize for. You don't need to take the weight of other people's bullshit."

Waverly paused, a pensive look on her face. "I'm not gonna apologize for her," she said softly, looking down into her thermos as she thought about her response. "Stephanie is a bitch and she shouldn't have said that."

"Oh."

Waverly sighed. "But I do want to say I am extremely sorry… from a completely not in my house kind of way… even though it's not really my house, it's Gus's."

Nicole had to smile at that. "So… is that why you came out here? To apologize for something you didn't do just because it happened in a house that's not yours?"

Canting her head to the side, Waverly shrugged. "I wanted to make sure you were okay, which you seem to be. What are you doing out here?"

Finishing the last of her hot chocolate, Nicole set the cup to the side. She leaned back until she was laying on the slant of the roof, feeling the chill of the surface even through her coat. "It's quiet and the view is nice." She pointed up at the sky. "I've never seen this many stars before."

Waverly looked up at the sky and it was quiet for a moment, with the exception of the ever present sound of bass coming from downstairs. "I suppose it would be different for a city girl like you."

Nicole rose an eyebrow as she looked at Waverly, seeing the smile in her side profile. "That's mighty small town of you to say."

"It's not even the best view," Waverly commented as she closed up her thermos, grabbing the cup Nicole had emptied and fastening it to the top. "You should see it from my old house." She sighed softly, seeming to be lost in her own thoughts for a minute. "It's further from town so there's not as much light pollution...Especially in the fall and winter when the skies light up." Her voice was soft and Nicole found herself sitting up to hear better.

"Really?" Nicole could see the emotions in Waverly's face even from the side, a bit of sadness and loss seeming to surface, but when hazel eyes turned her way, it took everything in her not to gasp. With the angle she was sitting at, she could see the glimmer of emotion and an expression she couldn't quite identify - it was like Nicole could see the stars reflected in her eyes.

"Chocolate finally hitting you?" Waverly asked, a smirk spreading across her face and washing away any bit of melancholy that might have been peeking through.

It must have been the alcohol, Nicole told herself as she found herself inspecting the features of Waverly's face. "Yeah." Nicole looked away, her mind spinning. "Must be the chocolate… and all the alcohol."

A comfortable silence fell between them for a minute until Waverly spoke once more.

"You don't really have pierced nipples do you?"

Nicole just laughed.

[sserpente]

A/N: Okay, you guys. I just can’t wait any longer, I’m so excited to share this fanfiction (and the cover on Ao3) with you all. I am so hyped! May I introduce? In a heartbeat.

Synopsis: Showing up on time for an important job interview is all you worry about when you rush through the streets of New York City on a sunny day, not expecting at all to bump into Thor, God of Thunder and his mischievous brother Loki. Before you know it, you get dragged right into a gruesome battle between two foreign realms and the atrocious menace of Ragnarök, confronted with breath-taking magic, terrifyingly hazardous threats and a fierce warrior who claims to be a Valkyrie. And as if this wasn’t enough already, you find yourself headfirst falling in love with the God of Mischief who, much to your disppointment, already seemed to have set his eyes on someone else, leaving you struggling with rejection, jealousy, heartache and more antagonising pain than your human heart could ever cope with.

Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: M Chapter: 1/? Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK, violence and blood, mentions of slavery, death, self-harm, depression, panic attacks, jealousy, grief, heartache, smut, Dom!Loki. (More warnings might be added throughout the story)

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                                      Það er aldrei of seint fyrir ást.                                          It's never too late for love.

“We are going to be late!” You ranted, stomping your foot when Susan started to flirt with the questionably young taxi driver that had brought you here. New York City was crazy, especially if you were in a hurry. Note to self—leave at least two hours earlier next time. This job interview would determine what direction your hopefully successful future would take, so you were definitely not having your friends ruin this one opportunity for you… even if you had to act all bitchy and bossy.

“Please, (Y/N), calm your tits, we’re gonna be on time. We still have…” —Karen looked at her fancy watch— “…twenty minutes.”

“So I can call you?”

“Anytime,” Susan bat her long eyelashes at the taxi driver before waving him goodbye like a spoiled princess, making you roll your eyes in plain annoyance.

“Why did I even bother bringing you two?” You asked, rather yourself than your friends when they giggled. They decided to answer you anyway.

“Because you love us? The building is only three blocks away, don’t worry.” Susan appeased. Her long black hair was falling over her shoulders like a wave of shimmering pitch when she loosened her tight ponytail. A sigh escaped her lips.

“Let’s go then.” You mumbled, seeking to distract yourself with your surroundings as you wandered along the busy pavement. This city was insane. Luxurious and important, it screamed career and success like a euphoric fury. How you would adapt to living here if you actually got that job today, you were unsure of. As for now, you were staying with Susan and her younger sister Karen, who had generously offered you a place to crash.

You were grateful, really—but sometimes, the siblings were a pain in the arse. Susan was right though. You still loved them and you three had experienced amazing things together already. You were best friends for life.

“Excuse me? Can you help me?” No. You could not. Being a tourist yourself, you would be of no help to anyone and besides, you were way too focused on your upcoming job interview. Two more blocks and your future would, if you got lucky, change for the better forever.

You flinched when Karen let out a scream, turning around in an instant to kick whoever had scared or attacked her right in the balls. The self-defence class, which you attended thrice a week, had been training you for situations like that. It made you feel safe when you were walking on the streets on your own, especially when it was dark out already. The slow progress you made with your personal trainer was paying off and making you vigilant, when you found her jumping up and down like a gummy ball and fangirling as if to react to spotting One Direction on the street, however, you frowned.

“OMG!” Susan spelled out, her jaw dropping. Her eyes were fixed on the long-haired blonde, who had addressed you. A tall and broad man dressed in battered clothes that reminded you of a homeless person. It was his face that made you realise your friends’ excitement though.

“You are Thor! OMG! You are Thor! You are the Thor! I love you! May we take a selfie with you? Please?”

The Thunderer smiled cordially and despite his confusion (welcome to the club, mate), he nodded. You didn’t care about the Norse God at all. Crushing on superheroes was Susan’s thing. You were fine dating normal men.

“Of course,” You doubted Thor knew what a selfie was in the first place but it was the least of your problems right now. Standing a few steps away, you scratched the back of your hand like you always did when you were nervous.

“Guys, we’re going to be late, for Fuck’s sake, please hurry!”

There was another person waiting. Clothed in a plain black suit that looked like it had been tailored for him, he dug his hands into the pockets of his pants. He appeared to be as irritated as you were, however, when you looked up to study his face, your heart skipped a beat.

This… was Loki. This was the very man who had tried to take over the world and caused mayhem all over New York City a couple of years ago. The man who had killed hundreds of innocent people and fought against the Avengers! His raven hair framed his flawless features, his stinging blue eyes boring right into yours. It seemed like with a single glance, he learned all of your darkest secrets and deepest desires.

You blinked, frantically, and looked away quickly when you noticed you were staring each other down, though you could still feel his scrutinising gaze on you when you brought your attention back to your friends who were now snapping crazy pictures with the God of Thunder.

You would never make it in time if they kept dawdling. Susan and Karen were both busy ignoring Loki completely as they talked to Thor, although Karen shot him one disgusted peek when she spotted him standing next to him.

“How can we help you, Thor?” Susan smiled and for just a brief moment you feared she would faint from pure delight.

Ten minutes.

“I am looking for a man.”

“Ha, I could swear most men are looking for a woman.” You muttered to yourself, scratching the back of your hand even fiercer.

“(Y/N)!” Susan admonished embarrassed. A careless shrug was all she received in return.

“Well, can you be a little more specific?” You continued. “Half of the population of New York is male.”

“(Y/N)!” Susan repeated. You shrugged once more all the while sudden curiosity hit you. What was he doing here in New York City and much more importantly, why had he brought Loki? For all you knew from watching the news, the God of Mischief had been called back to Asgard where he would have had to face justice and a proper punishment for his actions. Your curiosity was directed at him, fascination washing through your veins like a gushing wave of hot water. He just stood there, watching you, with a barely visible smirk playing on his thin lips.

Thor took a deep breath. You could tell he was irritated by your scornful remarks, clenching his fist repeatedly to assumingly keep calm, the other hand fumbling around with the ridiculous umbrella he was carrying despite the sunshine. Something was bothering him when he scowled, this much was obvious. But as were you—you had approximately five minutes left to show up for your job interview. Thor was a self-proclaimed superhero. Surely, he could take care of his problems himself and on top of it, deal with a few cocky insults.

“We are looking for my father,” he tried again, speaking slowly as if he was scolding an immature and young child who had stolen biscuits from the kitchen before supper. “Odin. He disappeared.” Following his dark words, he glared at his brother angrily from the corner of his eye. So he had something to do with it. You were not surprised he was, you had read the articles in the newspapers where they had described him as a mischievous, evil and witty cockroach from outer space.

“What does he look like?” Susan tossed in eagerly, playing with a strand of her black hair.

“He has… grey hair, a beard… he is one-eyed and wearing an eye patch and—“

“Thor…” It was the first time you heard him speak. Instantly, you turned your head to face Loki. His smooth voice was seducing, alluring and enchanting and nothing like what you imagined what a man who tried to conquer and subjugate the planet would sound like. You wished he would say more. You wanted to see how well-chosen and witty words left those thin lips.

No wonder he had succeeded in making a crowd kneel before him in fear… or had it been awe in the end? Loki wasn’t what SHIELD had let the world know he was. He didn’t seem like the monster they had described him as at all… was this the fatal mistake they had made back then?

Better stay away from him, you thought to yourself, withdrawing your gaze to stare longingly at the busy street in front of you. You were only a few blocks away now. Maybe you should just leave and let your friends deal with the strange Asgardian brothers.

Sighing, you moved to step away when you realised the reason for Loki’s unnerving comment. The mist crept up right behind you. Black, green and silver, it spread on the busy pavement, scaring passengers away and alarming a few pigeons. Wind was blowing where there appeared a black and gaping portal, promising dread, fear and death. Your blood ran cold. What was this sorcery?

Susan and Karen were frozen in place. Not daring to move, their eyes widened. They barely noticed Thor striding forward to shield them from the unidentified threat in the heart of New York City. Loki stood idly by, his lips slightly parted. Concern was present on his face, along with the undeniable expression of thinking hard. A plan was forming in his mind already.

Out of the green fog stepped a woman. Long and black hair framed her pale face, her stinging blue eyes even more intense with the black eye shadow she was wearing. In fact, she was abusing it but still, it suited her eerie appearance.

Smiling cruelly, she moved towards you.

“Who are you? Identify yourself!” Thor demanded, his right fist bringing up the umbrella. A weird sound erupted from it when he did and you understood with a start it was his famous hammer Mjölnir. This attire had merely been a disguise, hence Loki’s black suit.

“Me?” The woman replied, shrugging. “I am Hela. I am the Goddess of Death. And I am your queen.” She shrugged once more, her wicked grin widening. “Kneel.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki narrowed his eyes, leaning forward ever so slightly.

She was another power-hungry sociopath then. Narcissistic and self-driven, with an inexplicable desire to rule a people. You needed to get away. Now.

“I don’t think so.”

What happened next was too fast for your mind to comprehend. Thor threw his hammer at Hela, a swift movement of his umbrella which had turned back to its original form within the blinking of an eye—and a lightning bolt swallowing him whole for the fraction of a second but instead of it colliding with her body, all covered in black leather, she… she caught it.

Hela sighed—she sounded almost disappointed. “Very well,”

An explosion erupted, knocking you to the ground. Simultaneously, you were pushed aside by someone and something hit your head—whether it was a body part or a piece of debris you did not know, for the only thing you could hear was the staggered screams of passengers and the high-pitched ringing in your ears. There was a sticky liquid running down your forehead and staining your cheeks. It was burning in your right eye, you could hardly see anything. Blood? Were you bleeding?

“(Y/N)…” It was Susan who croaked your name. She was lying on the ground, it was her foot that had connected with your head when you fell and when you looked up to meet her terrified gaze, you saw fear and anguish glistening in them.

A piece of metal was buried deep inside her chest, reddening her revealing outfit. There wasn’t much you knew about anatomy but with the blade being plunged into her body this close to her heart, you knew she would not survive even if an ambulance brought her to the hospital this instant.

Hela had killed her. Her absurd wrath had snuffed an innocent, one of your best friends.

“Susan… Susan, open your eyes, look at me! We’re gonna get you help!” You cried, biting back your tears.

Anger, fear and panic flooded your veins, paralysing every last limb of yours. Frozen and dumbfounded, you lay there, struggling to get up and breathing heavily all the while the goddess of death kept attacking Thor and Loki.

Thor was powerless without his hammer. He was surprised and confused and even Loki seemed startled. He flipped his daggers gracefully before flinging them at Hela so smoothly you could barely see it but even he would, on the long term, be defenceless against the ruthless goddess.

You attempted to get up and run, save yourself and Karen for as long as it was still possible. Was it? You doubted it. Momentarily, your important job interview was forgotten. If you died today… would the last thing you felt be worry about showing up on time?

It was then you heard an ear-piercing hiss. Out of thin air, orange sparks extended on the pavement. They created a circle through which suddenly, you spotted the head of a man. Dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard framed his face, a red cloak complementing the colour of it.

“Get in there! Quick!” He spoke, urging you on to… step through the portal? You could barely believe such a thing existed when Thor frowned and jumped inside without hesitation, quickly followed by Loki but then again… Hela had stepped out of a cloud made of green and black fog.

“Karen! Karen!” You bestowed frantically. She had realised now that Susan was dead too. She was kneeling next to her on the ground, her watering eyes empty and lost. She was bleeding too but at least, so you figured, she would be able to heal.

“Karen!”

“We don’t have time! Leave her, you can’t help her!” The head of the strange man shouted severely as it appeared once more. A foreign hand wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you inside the orange portal.

With a start, the streets of New York City, Karen’s kneeling form and Susan’s dead body were gone.

A/N: Let me know what you think! I’m already working on the next chapter, I’m so hyped!

[xiumin-on-this-shit]

Two Bosses Ch 3: Jealous

It has been three weeks since I started working for Sehun and Kai. Things have been great! I’ve become close with Yoona and a few other of Taeyeon’s pretty friends on the few days I’m able to eat lunch with them. Like Sehun said, I accompany them on most of their lunch meetings, which they happen to have one almost everyday.  Though I don’t mind, the food is always good and the fact that I never have to pay is a bonus. Xiumin hasn’t been enjoying it though, I’m a lot busier and don’t get home till six or seven every night. He is always pouting when he picks me up from work, telling me that the guys work me too hard. But even though he is right, I don’t mind.

Yes, I have long days and am constantly running from floor to floor to get or deliver things, or on the phone with bitchy assistants and dick head bosses. But apart from those rude people I have to deal with, my bosses are worth it. Though I was kind of worried about how far the skinship would go, the worries have been put to rest. It’s freaking amazing!

As soon as we are alone they are both always touching me, back hugging me as I make coffee, insisting I sit as close to them as possible when they are having me look over papers with them. There have been a few times when tried to get me to sit on their lap and only once was Kai able to convince me. But what drives me insane isn’t their full on affection in the office but their secret little things during meetings or lunch dates. Like their hand on my thigh, when they squeeze it firmly before giving me a sweet, harmless smile. Or how Sehun always rubs my leg with his foot under the table. All of their affection is kicking my libido in the ass, much to Xiumin’s happiness. He has no problem but does have a couple questions for my sudden high sex drive.

I have found out that they both love playing with my hair. Something about my perfect curls makes them want to play with it. Even as we sit in a meet, like we are right now, Kai continues to pull on the individual curls and watches them bounce back up. I swat his hand a way causing him to pout. Sehun clears his throat and Kai snaps around to continue paying attention to the older man speaking in front of them.

The massive U shaped table is filled with older men in neat suit, papers and tablets are laying out on the tables, while secretaries are siting behind their bosses with their own tablets out taking notes. Even as I type every word on my Ipad I’m only half paying attention because of freaking Sehun, who keeps giving me these sexy side glances when he ‘accidently’ brushes his arm against mine. When the meeting is over everyone stands and bows to the guys as we leave the room. The walk through the cubicles is something I learned to dread. All the female employees are gawking without shame at Sehun and Kai, much to my displeasure.

Even some of Taeyeon’s friends, two girls I haven’t really had a chance to talk with are joining in on the staring. My opinion of them shouldn’t be affected by it but how dare they stare at what is mine! Wait, I think to myself, they are not mine. They are my bosses, my very attractive bosses. As soon as we are in the elevator we all let out a sigh happy to be out of everyone’s prying eyes.

“That was one of the most boring things I’ve ever listened to,” Sehun grumbles as he rubs his eyes.

“I would have much rather spent those two hours playing with Jimin’s hair,” Kai whines as he continues playing with my curls. My mind still on those gawking girls.

“You pretty much did, you’re lucky no one was paying attention.” Sehun snaps at him. The other just sticks his tongue out at him. What children. We exit the elevator; the boys are automatically on my heels as I walk to my desk. “Jimin-ah,” Sehun calls, “Are you okay?”

I snap out of my irritated mindset and smile softly at them, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You always seem angry when we come back from meetings,” Kai says this time.

Of course I’m angry! I want to yell; we sit there for hours as you basically feel me up, driving me sexually insane. Then we have to walk threw a room of staring girls that are stripping you with their eyes, something I do regularly, but that is not the point. Where is Xiumin when you need him?

Who needs Xiumin when you have two hot guys right in front of you?

Not now libido!

I shake off my sexual frustration and say, “don’t worry boys, I’m fine.” They don’t seem convinced but don’t press it further.

“We should discuss the meeting,” Sehun says as he walks to his office, leaving the door open for Kai and I to follow. Kai slips his hand into mine and leads me around the desk to Sehun’s office. Sehun has already made himself comfortable on his couch with the papers from the meeting already spread out on the glass coffee table. Kai lets go of my hand to hand Sehun the notes he took and takes a seat on the couch, leaving a small spot, just enough for me to squeeze in between but instead I sit across from them in one of the lone chairs. As soon as I sit down both of their eyes snap up and their brows rise.

“Why are you so far away?” Kai pouts.

“Are you okay?” Sehun asks again.

“I’m fine, I just… need a little space,” I force a smile, I’m too horny to sit that close to you at the moment. The both frown deeply at my answer. They always react like this when I deny them skinship; though I’ve only done it two other times and both times I still end up snuggled up against one of them. Then snuggled a little closer to Xiumin a few hours later.

Sehun opens his mouth to say something but the ding of an elevator saves me. I jump out of my seat and rush out without another word, silently thanking my savior. That thanks is taken back when I see an annoyingly pretty blonde standing in the lobby. It’s rare to see another foreigner; this is my first time seeing one in the building. She looks up at me as I exit the office, closing the door behind me.

I give her a kind smile, “Hello, welcome, how can I help you?” The guys don’t have any appointments until tomorrow, a group of their friends are meeting here for lunch, guy friends as they mentioned. She scans me up and down with a look I can only describe as disgust. It takes all of my strength not to do the same as I take in her too short skirt and low hanging tube top. Not that the outfit is bad, or that she even looks bad in it, but this is an office not a club.

“Who the hell are you?” She snaps obnoxiously in sloppy Korean.

“I am Ms. Park, the secretary. Who are you Ms.?”

“Claira.”

I give her another, less kind more forced, smile, “What can I do for you Ms. Claira?”

“Kai.”

I would love to do him. I some how manage to keep those words from coming out of my mouth, I have never been so proud of myself.

“Mr. Kim is busy at the moment, would you like to leave a message?”

“Fuck no!” She snaps, this time in English. I’m surprised when she starts charging toward the office doors. Without any hesitation I’m in front of the door, blocking the bitch out.

“I’m sorry but I’m under strict orders to not allow anyone in the office without permission.” I respond in English.

“Kai won’t care!” She growls. “I know without question he would let me in! I’ve been here plenty of times!” She lies. Than why are going to Sehun’s office, you dumb girl?

I roll my eyes, “Fine,” I start, she smirks as if she has won, “I personally do not want to let you in.” Her jaw drops. “Regardless of how Mr. Kim feels, I am the one who must let you in since he is not here and I am saying no.”

“What was that?”

“I said no, now please leave. If you need to speak with Mr. Kim so urgently please call his personal phone to do so at a better time.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She pushes me, causing me to stumble back a step but I quickly find my footing and stand strait again, without a smile this time.

“I am starting to loose my patients. Please Ms. Claira, this is the last time I’m saying this nicely, please leave.” She opens her mouth to snap something but I hold up my hand to silence her, “but before you respond, I feel the need to mention that I grew up in New York taking boxing lessons.”

Her mouth snaps close.

“Good, now come this way,” I place my hand on her back, smiling for real when I see her flinch at my touch, and lead her toward the elevator. I watch her step in, bowing slightly as the door closes. When she is gone I can’t help but continue glaring at the door; ideas of what her and Kai’s relationship float through my mind and I can’t help but feel jealous. A nasty pinching feeling forms in my chest as I think about either of them in a relationship. I’m to absorbed in my own thought to notice Sehun creep up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist and rests his head on top of mine.

“Who was it?”

“Claira,” I deadpan.

“Claira?” He asks confused as his thumbs start rubbing my sides in small circles. A small smirk of satisfaction appears on my face at his words. If Sehun hasn’t heard of her she must not be that important. Good. I turn around in his embrace and rest my head against his chest as my arms wrap around his waist.

“It’s not important. Lets go talk about that meeting,” I look up at him and give him a genuine smile. He smiles back before leading into his office. Kai is there frowning Sehun and mine’s locked fingers.

“What happened?” Kai pouts as I sit on the other side of Sehun, away from him.

“Claira?” Sehun repeats glancing at Kai who automatically stiffens and stares past Sehun to me. I ignore him, resting my head on Sehun’s shoulder as he slouches ion the couch, papers in hand. I wrap my arm around his as I snuggle closer into his side, something he welcomes by making me release his arm so he wrap it around my shoulders to pull me closer.

[kookie-vith-suga]

Rumors

Word count: 1820

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.

First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.

Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)

For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!

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rumor

/ˈrumər/

Definitions: noun; A currently circulating story or report of uncertain or doubtful truth usually spread by word of mouth.

Y/N’s POV

This one is gonna be about rumors and how they can destroy everything despite how perfect it seemed to be.

“Y/N take a seat. I gotta show you something you won’t like”, my friend’s voice was serious.

“Woah what is with thos bad vibes? Did you accidentally bought the wrong colour of nail polish?”, I joked knowingly that Maia tended to be overdramatic from time to time.

“No, really Y/N. Sit down. I am not joking.”

“Okay, now you are actually scaring me.” I took a seat on our usual spot in our favourite café “Puzzles”.

“It is really not easy for me. On the one side I feel terrible to be the one to deliver you these bad news but on the other hand I know it is my duty as your best friend to protect you and your fragile heart.” She reached over the table and took my hands in hers. Slightly weighing them from side to side. A sign of nervousness?

“Spit it out already or else my oh so fragile heart is going to explode!”, I tried to joke again but this time only a uneasy laugh escaped my lips.

She let out a heavy sigh before loooking straight into my eyes.  “Jimin is cheating on you.”

The smile faded. My mouth went to a straight line. I couldn’t say a word. My lips felt like they were glued together. My mind on the other hand was going crazy.

“I saw him with a girl the other day. They were all lovey dovey and about to go to the cinema. I couldn’t get too near since he would have noticed me but I took a couple of pictures from afar. There are not the best quality but they speak for themself.” She slided her phone towards me, showing a picture of a boy and a girl in his arms. I could regocnize him immediately. Out of hundreds of people I could regocnize this figure, these hands, this lovely face. This is Jimin! I felt my chest tighten. It was shoot from behind but their faces were close enough for a possible kiss. My eyes widen and I picked up the phone to look even closer.

“Y/N. Say something”, she pleaded while watching me contemplating silently.

My knuckles began to turn white because my grip was so tight around the phone. Then I through it back on the table and rose my finger threateningly. “You better are not joking about this Maia. I swear to god.”

How her features sunk down to form a pitiful look. That was when I knew she was not lying. “I am so sorry Y/N.” She took my hand again and gently stroked over the back.

Tears had started to burn down my cheeks. I let my head sunk down on the table and started sobbing. My shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

“Please tell me you are lying! Tell me this is not true!”, I pleaded between my sobs.

“Oh how I wish I could do that”, she repeated like a mantra while rubbing over my back in a soothing manner. But I could not calm down. This was nothing to calm down over. Nothing to forgive.

The door bell disturbed the deadly silence in my apartment. I ignored it at first. In my current condition I did not need any visitors to come along on top. I rolled myself into fetus position. The ringing continued and even intensified. I grabbed a pillow and pressed it to my ear to shut out this annoying noise. It took another minute before the ringing died out. I sighed relieved as I put the pillow aside. Just to hear loud banging. Is this person nuts?!

Loaded with a wave of anger I stood up and stomped towards the door ready to fight anyone who would greet me on the other side. I tore the door open. 

“Who the fuc-”, I broke off mid-sentence, “Jimin”, the name felt so heavy on my lips.

“Y/N. Thank god you are alive. You worried me to death. Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or text messages the past days?! I was about to call the police!” He wrapped his arms around me so tightly.

One hand around the back of my neck and one on my lower back. I felt like I was his most precious possession and he had to make sure I knew that. Jimin carassed slowly up and down my back. He did it exactly like I was used to. But knowing he must held another girl like this, changed everything. Now I felt tiny in his arms. Easy to crush. Like he had done it with my heart. Yes, indeed it was a fragile heart.

As I snapped back to reality I shoved him away forcefully. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Park Jimin. Leave my house. Leave my life.” I closed the door with a bang right in front of his face.

He will not give in so easy. I knew him good enough to know that.

Maia‘s POV

The significant “bling” noise indicated that I got a message. I picked up my phone as I read “Jiminie” my heart started beating.

Jiminie: “Hey Maia, do you maybe  have an idea what is up with Y/N? She just threw me out without a proper explanation and since then I cannot reach her at all. I think she blocked me.”

Me: “Oh hey Jiminie! It is so good to hear from you! How are you?”

Jiminie: “Well not so good according to my previous question. So do you know something?!”

Me: “You should not be so bitchy if you want something from me.” I scoffed.

Jiminie: “I am sorry. I know that. But this is nagging me the whole time. I cannot focus on anything or sleep properly. My thoughts are always circling around her. I did not forget an important date right?”

I rolled her eyes before typing again: “To be honest with you I think Y/N changed a lot in the past weeks. She is always moody and-”

Jiminie: “No, this can’t be our anniversary is next month and her birthday was already.” He send before I could finish my message. I smirked to herself.  Let us see how your oh so stable relationship will crumble down. I continued typing to finish the message: “is picking fights. I cannot explain myself why she is like this.” Send.

Jiminie: “Me neither. It was exactly the same situation with me. I really am afraid to lose her, if he is acting like this. She is so unpredictable. I would to anything! I am willing to change myself but I do not know what I did wrong.”

Y/N, Y/N, Y/N is she everything he thinks about?!

Me: “You really should not take the blame onto yourself. Have you considered that maybe it is just Y/N who does not know what she wants anymore.”

Jiminie: “What are you implying? Did she mentioned anything towards you?!”

Now I got you! My smirk grew even wider.

Me: “Well not exactly but she hinted a week ago or so that she thinks your relationship is kinda boring.”

This reply was coming in faster then the ones before.

Jiminie: “Boring?! How…?”

Me: “How dare her right? I immediately told her what an awesome boyfriend you are and that she should be lucky to have you! I would never treat you like this by the way. But…” Keep him in suspense a little longer.

Jiminie: “But?! What?! Tell me!”

Me: “Maybe we should meet up? I think I rather tell you this in person.”

Jiminie: “Is it that bad? Please tell me!”

Me: “Let us say we will meet in one hour in front of “Puzzles” ?”

Jiminie: “I head out right away.”

I put my phone aside and started walking towards the bathroom. I gotta look good for our first date though.

Y/N’s POV

I knew I could not lock myself up at home forever. I needed to buy groceries and attend classes. Although I was always scared of meeting Jimin. I have not seen him for over a week now. Not since I told him to fuck off. At first he called about thirty times a day and showered me with messages. Eventually they became less and yesterday they were none at all. I guess he moved on with his new bitch. I gritted my teeth to suppress the lump in my throat. Good for him. 

Strangely I could barely reach Maia for the past days. I tried it a couple of times to ask if she want to hang out. She always told me she was busy. Apparently she had a new lover. I should be happy for her, right? It was hard but I tried my best. At least my better half found someone she can trust. While I was wondering if I could do that ever again.

I was just heading towards my history lecture but I wanted to fetch a coffee beforehand. So I obviously made my way to “Puzzles” since they do have the best coffee in town. Their cappuccino was sent straight from heaven. As I waited for my order to be ready I scanned the shop. Some loners were hanging over their laptops typing furiously or had headphones on and nodded their head with the music. But mostly this spot was filled with couples. A little envious I looked at them sitting next to each other while they were whispering sweet nothings to each other ears.

“Miss Y/N? Your coffee is ready”, the barista called out. I snapped back to reality and smiled at the girl who was handing me my cup. I paid and made my way out.

I had only took a small sip as the cup of coffee slided out of my hands. Not out of clumsiness as you may think. More out of shock. Because the scenario in front of me let me loose every faith I had to humanity.

Maia’s arms slung around Jimin’s figure. There was really no space between them and he was obviously hugging her back. His head nuzzled into the crook of her neck while one of his hand rested around the back of her neck and one on her lower back. My heart felt like it has stopped beating and all the air in my lungs had vanished. As everything went black in front of my eyes a last thought stroke through my head.

Maybe this was about toxic friends all along. Whom I should have cut out off my life way earlier. Not that it would matter anymore. Everything was shattered right in front of my eyes and I didn’t do anything to stop it…

I do am really proud of this! I hope you like it too! ♥

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A McHaleinski fanfic with a Scerek focus. Rated E.

Part 1 | 7,550 words

There’s a never-ending list of things that Derek regrets in his life. Offering the Bite to a group of emotionally unstable teenagers, not putting Peter back into his grave immediately after he crawled out, anything involving Kate Argent. Now he can add taking advice from Stiles Stilinski to the list.

Go track down the witch with Scott, he said. Commune with your Alpha on the hunt, he said. Finally grow a spine and ask him out, he said.

Never again. Because now there’s a child staring at him. A cherubic-faced child is frowning at him from the spot where Scott once stood.

This story includes de-aged Scott who is a cutie patoot, pining Derek, established Sterek, established Sciles, polyamory, open relationship, insecure Derek/Scott/Stiles, and angst with a happy ending.

Part 1

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This is not happening.

There’s a never-ending list of things that Derek regrets in his life - at varying degrees. Offering the Bite to a group of emotionally unstable teenagers, not putting Peter back into his grave immediately after he crawled out, anything involving Kate Argent. Now he can add taking advice from Stiles Stilinski to the list.

Go track down the witch with Scott, he said.

Commune with your Alpha on the hunt, he said.

Finally grow a spine and ask him out, he said. Or just shove him against the nearest available surface and kiss him. Stiles suggested that too.

Hunting down the rogue witch in their territory had been the easy part. Controlling his heartbeat, keeping Scott from noticing how nervous he was - that was harder. But none of that matters now, because like everything else in Derek’s life, it’s all gone to hell in a handbasket. All it had taken was the witch blasting a spell at them as she made her escape - and Scott shoving him just of out the blast radius.

And now…

There’s a child staring at him. A cherubic-faced child is frowning at him from the spot where Scott once stood. And there’s no doubt who the child is because that’s Scott’s frown in miniature, and Scott’s nose wrinkling cutely, and Scott is a kid.

Derek breathes deeply. Fuck.

He regrets everything that has led him to this.

“Scott,” he greets cautiously.

The boy’s brows furrow. “Who are you? Why are we in the woods? It smells funny.” He rubs his sleeve over his nose. Derek can’t really blame him for that. The sharp, crackling smell of magic is overpowering in the air around them - and will be for days.

Derek kneels slowly, eyes never leaving Scott’s - as if the boy were a frightened wild animal rather than a lost child. He’s… not sure that’s a good way to approach the situation. Especially not when the little boy backs away a few steps, his eyes flashing Alpha red.

The anxiety hits Derek like a brick wall. The whine gets stuck in his throat, his eyes flashing in deference to his Alpha. He raises his hands gently, fingers spread in an attempt to show Scott he doesn’t mean him harm. “I’m Derek,” he says. “I’m your... friend.” The word hitches on his tongue. He doesn’t know what he is to Scott. Has never known exactly where he and Scott stand.

“I don’t have a friend named Derek.” And if Derek’s heart sinks a little, he ignores it. He doesn’t even know to what extent Scott is a child. Or what he remembers. “But you um…” Scott continues, almost bashfully, “you smell safe. Like Stiles too.” So he’s attuned with his powers, as young wolves so often are.

“Yes… Stiles and I are… friends, too. And we need to go home, okay?”

“I’m… I’m not supposed to go anywhere with strangers.”

Shit. “Okay… what if I call Stiles and your mom? Would that be okay?”

Scott hums, his tiny mouth pursing. “Um… okay, I guess.”

He fishes his phone out of his back pocket, quickly thumbing through his contacts to Stiles’ number. It barely gets through the first ring before Stiles picks up.

“Hey, sugarplum. How’d the boyfriend bonding go?”

Derek has to shut his eyes to keep from rolling them. “Don’t call it that. Don’t call me that.”

“But honeybunch! You’re my boyfriends and you’re bonding. What else do you want me to call it? ‘Hoping my boyfriends will man up and make out?’”

He’s going to kill him. “Stiles,” he growls.

“That doesn’t sound like Stiles,” the high little voice pipes up.

“...Derek, who is that.”

“Slight problem,” Derek replies through gritted teeth. He clicks the phone onto speaker. “Say hi, Scott.”

The child waves at the phone after a moment’s hesitation. “...Hi!”

“Holy shit!”

Scott’s eyes go comically wide, and then he giggles, like a perfect little cherub.

“Stiles!” Derek barks.

“Oh, like Scott’s never heard that word before.”

“Scott is currently, what, six--”

“I’m seven!”

“--seven, and shouldn’t be exposed to that language, Stiles.”

He can practically feel Stiles rolling his eyes. “Oh, excuse me. Hand me to Scott, then, Mister Proper.” Derek clenches his jaw shut to avoid saying something equally damning. He passes the phone into Scott’s hands. The smartphone dwarfs them now. “Hi, Scotty!”

“Hi… are you really Stiles?”

“Yeah, buddy!”

“How old are you?”

“I’m nineteen, just like you were when I saw you last. You feeling okay? You remember what happened?”

“Um… no. I don’t know where I am. Or who Derek is.”

“That’s okay. Derek, what happened? Trap, spell, what?”

Derek leans forward just slightly. This time, at least, the boy doesn’t try to back away from him. “The witch escaped. She tried to hit us with something, both of us. But Scott…”

“Don’t tell me - he was very heroic and shoved you out of the way.”

He lowers his head. “Yeah.”

“Wow,” Scott whispers. “I saved you?”

It’s Stiles that has to answer. The words get caught in Derek’s throat. “Yeah, you did, dude! Because Derek’s my boyfriend and your Second. He’s really important to us, so you can trust him, okay?”

Though Scott looks less dubious about the idea, he still hesitates. “I’ll call your Mom next,” Derek soothes.

“That’s a good idea,” Stiles agrees over the phone. “Hey, dude, can you pass me back to Derek so I can tell him about the witch thing?” As soon as the phone is back in Derek’s hands, he clicks the speaker off and brings it to his ear. It’s pointless, thanks to Scott’s heightened senses, but the illusion of privacy is comforting. “So we have the five points taken care of. If she does try coming back, she’s going to have a hard time siphoning energy from the ley lines.”

“You didn’t have any trouble?”

“Not nearly as much as you had. Lydia said the warding spell was a little bitchy with her Banshee magic. But it’s Lydia, so she handled it with poise and grace and scary intellect. Everyone’s safe and headed home. I’ll meet you at the loft tonight, okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll… talk to you then.”

“Right. Good. ...Bye.” Derek winces as he hangs up. The strain of the words “I love you” feels heavy in his mouth. Neither of them has said it yet. Neither of them have ever been good at communicating emotions without sarcasm or anger. But Derek can feel it coming, can feel it boiling over with every aborted attempt.

Scott’s staring at him as he dials Melissa’s number. Derek tries not to shift nervously.

“Derek?” Melissa’s voice is worried as she picks up. “What’s wrong, is everyone okay?”

It suddenly occurs to Derek that he’s never called Melissa unless one or more of the Pack are in need of medical attention. He cringes, because even if Scott doesn’t need a nurse’s touch, he’s still in trouble. “Mostly…”

“MOM!” Scott shrieks. And then he’s nearly on top of Derek, practically climbing onto his bent knees to get to the phone.

“....Scott?!” Derek passes the phone over once more, and stands back. Melissa’s high, urgent voice is still crystal clear even from four feet away. “Is that really you-- what happened? Are you alright?”

“Derek says there was a witch!” Scott chirps brightly. “A witch that tried to put a spell on us and I saved Derek and now I’m seven? Stiles says I’m nineteen. Am I really nineteen, Mom? Is Derek really my friend?”

“I… yeah, baby, you’re really nineteen. Derek’s your friend. Have him bring you home, okay?”

“Okay.” Derek’s just starting to relax, relieved that Scott trusts his mother’s words, when the boy wanders right up to him with the phone still pressed to his ear, and slips his free hand into Derek’s. And then Derek’s tense all over again.

This… no. He can’t handle this.

Scott’s big, brown eyes are even bigger as a child. And twice as soulful and innocent.

He regrets everything.

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They manage to make it back to Derek’s SUV without incident. Scott holds his hand the entire way back, kicking through the leaves with his sneakered feet and generally just… being a kid. Derek has no idea how to handle that - the child thing. He hasn’t interacted seriously with a child since he was sixteen and Cora was nine and Mattie was four. Scott doesn’t seem to mind his silence any, though. He chatters to his mother over the phone halfway back, and then to Deaton once they get on the road.

Deaton is as gentle and infuriatingly vague as always. But Scott loves talking to him. He doesn’t mind answering questions about what he does remember of the spell (a painful, full-body itch; fear; blinding light; the smell of ozone and, oddly, chocolate fudge) and what he remembers of himself (he knows he’s a werewolf, he remembers Stiles and the Sheriff, but nothing about the Pack). Derek offers what little additional information he can about the spell - which isn’t much - and promises to meet Deaton at the loft.

The universe, as always, seems to have a keen sense of irony, because it’s only after Deaton’s hung up that Derek desperately wants him back. Because once there’s nothing to occupy him anymore, Scott begins to stare at him. the complete silence stretches for several minutes, until Derek can hear the steering wheel creak under his white-knuckled grip. “What?” he snaps, dragging his eyes from the road. His instant worry that his raised voice upset the boy is unfounded. Scott only blinks at him.

“You and Stiles are boyfriends?”

“...Yes…”

“Do you love him?”

‘Oh, fuck, not this again,’ he thinks miserably. The first time he and Scott had a conversation like this had been painful enough. “Yeah…”

“Does he love you?”

“I think so?”

“Do you live together? Are you married?”

“No. No. He lives with you. Why are you asking so many questions?”

Scott completely ignores his question, eyes lighting up. “He lives with me?! Are we still best friends?”

Well, shit. He doesn’t know how to explain that one. How do you explain open relationships to a child? “You’re very… close,” he hedges.

“I bet we’re still the best! Do we still hang out all the time? Do we have the same job? Do I have a job?”

“You’re… both in college right now. You’re studying to be a veterinarian. Stiles is going to school to be a cop like his dad.”

“Wow…” Scott breathes, the simple details of his adult life having dazzled him somehow. It’s… okay, it’s actually kind of cute. The revelation seems to tide Scott over for a few minutes. But soon the restless energy is stirring from the passenger seat all over again. “If I’m an Alpha, does that mean you have to do what I say?” he asks.

“No,” Derek replies, his tone flat. “It means you’re my leader, but I can say no to you.”

“Buuuuut… if I say we should get ice cream, you’ll do it?”

“No, Scott.”

“I’ll be good! I won’t even wolf out or anything, I promise.”

“No, Scott.”

“...You’re mean. Why are you being so mean?”

“I don’t know!” he snaps. “I don’t handle change every well. Stop asking.”

“I want to go home. When are you taking me home?”

A growl works its way up his throat. “God, you’re seven and this is still like every conversation we’ve ever had.”

Scott sinks lower in the seat, crossing his arms over his chest in a Grade-A sulk. The car falls into blissful silence once more… or what should be blissful silence. Instead Derek keeps glancing over at the little boy beside him, waiting for him to speak again. He doesn’t.

And Derek’s werewolf ears do not miss the quiet growling of a tiny stomach.

He turns into the next In-N-Out they pass, and orders Scott’s regular from memory. Complete with large strawberry milkshake. Which, apparently, is still seven-year-old Scott’s favorite.

“How did you know?” Scott gushes, voice muffled with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

“Lucky guess,” Derek lies.

--------------------3---------------------

Both Melissa and Deaton are waiting outside the loft when they get there. He has to stop Scott from leaping from the car before he pulls it to a halt. Not that it matters, because Melissa is at the door as soon as Derek throws the SUV into park, flinging it open and catching her son as he leaps from the car at her. “Mom!” he shrieks. And then Scott is going a mile a minute all over again, telling his mother everything that comes to his mind - gushing about everything he’s learned and about what’s happening to him.

Even Melissa looks a little dazed by it. “I’m glad you’re okay, baby,” she says, ruffling his hair. “You’re not hurt anywhere, right?”

Scott shakes his head. His attention has already shifted to Deaton, who’s been standing quietly by. Scott peers at him from around his mother, eyes wide and guileless.

Deaton smiles. “Hello, Scott. My name is Alan Deaton. You talked to me earlier, remember?”

“Yeah… I work with you, right? And I’m gonna be a vet’rinarian like you?”

“Yes. You’re working very hard to be one.”

Scott beams, in that same incomprehensible way he always does under Deaton’s praise. It’s not something Derek can understand, has ever been able to understand.

“How about we go upstairs, so I can ask you a few questions?”

Scott nods, and reaches for his mother’s hand.

Deaton gestures to him. “Derek,” he greets. “If you would lead the way.” He says it with measured politeness. But for some reason, it still rankles Derek’s nerves.

“Sure,” he grunts in return, and makes a brisk start for the door. He makes sure he stays a few feet ahead of them at all times, and tries not to feel self-conscious about the state of his building. He’s put some money into it since the Pack (minus the pups) graduated high school, so it’s mostly liveable now.

At least he doesn’t have a gaping hole in his wall anymore.

Deaton already has an idea what he’s dealing with by the time they get up to the loft, Derek can tell. The light behind his eyes has turned calculating. “The spell is remarkably stable,” he begins as Derek slides the door shut behind them.

“So you know what it is?” Melissa asks.

“I have an idea, based on Scott’s and Derek’s descriptions and the traces I can still detect. Whatever spell she used certainly didn’t go as she expected. But the enchantment is still stable, and so I don’t see Scott being in any immediate danger.”

“Why does he remember being a werewolf, but nothing else from this time?”

Derek answers this one. “Children who are bitten or born are usually attuned to the Wolf. More than a bitten adult. It’s a survival mechanism. Children never have to be taught to shift.” His gaze is drawn down to Scott, just as it always is. From day one, everything within Derek has gravitated towards Scott - as Pack, as an Alpha, as a friend, as… someone precious and unattainable. It’s something so natural, like turning to face the sun.

But Scott’s never felt that way. As evidenced by the way his eyes are locked on the door, rather than Derek. The way all of his senses are zeroed in on the too-familiar footsteps storming up the stairwell towards the loft. It’s not a surprise. Of course it’s not. Derek will never be that person for Scott.

Scott already has someone.

And that someone flings the door open in a flurry of limbs, eyes casting wildly about the room until they land on Scott’s small form. There’s a moment of utter silence, where the two of them just look at each other. And then the light shifts in Scott’s eyes, his face splitting into a wide grin. “Stiles!” he squeals.

“Scotty!”

There’s a sour burn in Derek’s throat as he watches the two of them run to each other - as if the sudden twelve-year gap in memories doesn’t matter - and it’s immediately swallowed up by cold guilt. Stiles scoops Scott up easily, swinging him around once before setting the dazzled boy back on his feet. “Whoa,” Scott gushes, “you’re so strong--”

“Well, yeah, I have to keep up with you big, strong wolves--”

“And you’re so pretty--”

“I-- you think I’m pretty? Like, actually pretty? Aww, Scotty--”

“Yeah! You don’t look goofy at all!”

“Are you… are you saying I looked goofy when I was seven?”

“...Noooo…” he breaks off in a shriek of laughter when Stiles pokes him in the sides, squirming to get away from the touch. Even altered as they are, their bond is unshakable. And no one in the room is surprised at all by that.

Derek isn’t sure if it’s the jealousy or the desire that stings the worst. He’s forced to swallow it back as Stiles finally looks his way. The smile on his face goes shuttered for an instant, and then Stiles is rising to his feet and coming closer. He steps into Derek’s space with ease, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth even easier, and that helps to soothe the frazzled nerves biting at him. “You okay?” Stiles asks quietly as they separate.

And Derek… doesn’t even begin to know how to articulate the swirling turmoil that’s been building in him long before this. How to explain the dread at how deceptively simple this magical fuck-up seems to be. So he nods, because there’s no other answer to give. Stiles is okay. His Pack is okay. And Scott…

Scott’s handling it with a surprising amount of strength, just like he always has. Even being a child doesn’t change that. He doesn’t even seem jealous to have Stiles’ attention on someone else. Instead only watching them with a child-like mixture of awe and disgust at their display of affection. Derek leans into Stiles’ side just a bit more, and just lets himself take solace in the feel of him. He doesn’t zone back into the conversation until Scott proclaims, “I wanna stay here tonight!”

Oh no.

“It may be a good idea, actually,” Deaton agrees. “If something should go wrong, or should the witch attempt to return, it would be best if Scott were in a safe place.”

Shit.

“Yeah, buddy, it’ll be like a sleepover!”

“Yeah!!”

Two pairs of brown eyes turn to him, and Derek knows he’s doomed. “Is that okay, Derek?”

“Sure…”

Fuck everything.

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