#for my defence I did that on my phone in like 10 minutes

[the-wanderer-returns]

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[chericherrybaby]

I’LL PICK YOU UP ON THE WAY HOME

Summary, Jealous ex-boyfriend, Harry picks you up from a party after a last choice call was made from you.

Warnings, Jealous Harry?

This is so many words and not much dialogue. Enjoy the first of many!!

…

Harry was an ex you hadn’t spoken to in almost two years.

He was someone you had loved very much at the time, he was just a little bit too protective over you at the time, which is not what you had wanted as a 21 year old girl who’s friends loved a party.

You had never ridded his contact of your phone, it felt strange since he had been the first number to go in it after you had gotten it with him. Plus, he had never done anything wrong and you felt slightly bad for ending things the way you did.

You hadn’t been together that long at the time, you had told yourself hundreds of times, trying to rid the guilt you had whenever one of your girlfriends would tell you how miserable he was.

It was terrible that one of your girlfriends was dating his best friend, and you were a main source of topic for their entertainment.

You had thought about calling him as soon as your date had pulled up to the house, you could hear the music booming atleast 4 streets away and the place looked crammed with 17 year olds, a weird place for a 25 year old to take you on a first date.

He had led you inside the house, letting you follow his heels, greeting almost everyone that was in his path.

Your first red flag was a girl coming up to your date, who was unfortunately named Chad, you’d heard it all from your girlfriends already, and him hugging her with his hands a bit too close to somewhere they shouldn’t be.

This had made you pull your phone out, scroll down to the very bottom of your contacts and send a quick message to someone who may not even answer you, you’d been so lucky he hadn’t blocked you already and you were so grateful.

You sent a quick “hey” and hoped the recipient didn’t hate you as much as you hated yourself for texting him.

…

About an hour later, the party felt a bit dull compared to when you had arrived, everyone feeling lulled on the couch from everything they had drank, smoked and consumed in many other ways.

Including your date.

You had never been happier to feel your phone ringing in your back pocket and feel the excitement yet dread when your screen read “Harry Styles”

“Hello” you said sounding a little ashamed, making your way to sit on the front porch away from the booming music and the yelling of party goers who were still feeling their high.

“Hey” he replied sounding a little too groggy for you liking, like he’d woken and immediately called you “Why’d you text me? Thought you wanted nothing to do with me”

You felt your heart pang a little at this, but you could feel the hurt in his voice also “I’m at a party with a bunch of high schoolers. I need an escape”

“Gonna need more than that to get me going Y/N” he’d never sounded so irritated to you, but you also understood. The first time you’d texted him in almost two years was for an excuse to leave a party.

“Please come get me, i’ve basically been ditched and none of the girls know i’m here” You sighed feeling so ashamed you were doing this”

Harry ended the call. You waited, hoping he was still the sweet boy you had met 5 years ago.

…

10 minutes later, Harry’s car pulled up outside of the house. You jumped to your feet, jogged over to the car and placed yourself in his passenger seat

“Thank you so much Harry” you looked at him, your eyes pleading for his to meet yours.

He hummed in acknowledgment.

You sat in silence for 5 minutes while Harry drove in the direction opposite of your apartment, He came to a stop when he came to a quieter road with houses all using dimmed lights. He turned the car off and placed his hands in his lap.

“What are we-”

“Why have you done this to me Y/N? You know i’m still so utterly in love with you. So you text me at 11pm a shitty message saying ‘hey’”

“In my defence you’re the one who called me, you could’ve ignored my message and blocked me, you can’t blame me for your lack of self control”

You heard harry chuckle quietly to himself, that’s when you realised you’d said something that maybe you shouldn’t have.

“What are you even doing at a party full of children, you’re 23 Y/N” Harry finally looked at your face, your red cheeks prominent and wasted makeup.

His heart broke knowing after he dropped you home, you were gone again and there was nothing he could do about it.

“I was supposed to be on a first date, but instead he drove us to a high schoolers party. Basically touched up a girl right infront of my face, then got pissed and probably even high while letting me fend for myself when these are people he knows”

Harry slightly laughs to himself, but tires to cover it up by slapping his hand over his mouth. “You sure know how to pick ‘em”

“Picked you. You’re alright” You remarked back and Harry’s head quickly snapped back up to you and slightly glared at you “Sorry, that was really mean”

“I really fucking hate when you go on dates, y’know. Makes me so cross knowing ‘yer going out with all these shit guys when i’m right infront of you”

It’s like he was on his knees begging, pleading for you to love him. Tearing his heart out of his chest ready to give to you.

“You’ve always been such a jealous prick” You smirked at him and he couldn’t help his lips curling up into a smile.

“Hard not to be, look at you. You’re insane and i had my chance and fucked it with you, Cause i was scared to lose something i wanted forever”

You sighed and reached over to place your hand on top of his, he flinched away slightly. You curled your fingers around his hand and held it tightly.

“I love you” You admitted shamefully “It never went anywhere and i think i may just be slightly ashamed that i ended something so good just for what? To get drunk and dance around at a party full of strangers. When i had you waiting for me with open arms no matter the time i came back”

Harry shifted in his seat and moved towards the centre console of his car, you kicked your shoes off and sat cross legged on his passenger seat. Turning towards him, being able to see his face fully.

“You infuriate me, you know that don’t you” He says moving closer, close enough you could feel his breath of your face.

Swearing you could heart his heart beating out of his chest.

“Can you please” You thought for a second, were you making the right decision? Telling him you wanted him all over again, when you feared you may be slightly high from all the fumes in that house party.

Harry hummed gently “What would you like, Angel? Anything for you. I swear” His eyes flicked down towards your lips but quickly returned to your eyes.

“Kiss me” you practically begged him.

His lips crashed onto yours, his hands finding your jaw and cupping your cheeks while you sat in, what felt like an isolated area.

Kissing a man that you thought was just madly possessive over you, instead he just wanted the world for you, and you were the world to him.

[hoshinasblade]

i woke up sad today and im also super stressed at work so im taking it upon myself to make other people miserable too, hence this drabble -

"it has to be me", hoshina declared, in a tone that reflected his strong will. "if number 10 wanted me to use it as a weapon, i'll do it." regardless of the consequences, he intentionally omitted. he didn't need everyone in the room to hear what is already a known fact.

the emergency meeting lasted 10 minutes, and as soon as it concluded, the oak doors opened with a loud bang, the high-ranking officers of the anti-kaiju defence of japan pouring out. hoshina soshiro, the vice-captain of the third division remained on his spot, unmoving. "hoshina -" captain ashiro approached him with a concerned look.

"commander, don't look at me like that", hoshina responded, a smirk on his face. captain ashiro would have complied, but she's known her vice-captain for year to see when he's faking confidence. "i'm tough to kill", hoshina said, dismissing himself.

retiring to his quarters, hoshina relished the small privilege he was given - it would be embarrassing to break down in front of other people if he was sharing a dorm room with his teammates. he laid down the mattress, the soft surface giving in to his weight. he did not bother to take his uniform off.

it was an hour or four before he decided to do something. the clock read past 10 pm. you're probably taking a shower. he took his chances.

you always pick up. and tonight was no different. even the mere sound of your breathing was sufficient to set his insides afire. "i miss you."

it's ridiculous even for him to realize that his feelings could be summarized in three one-syllable words. he closed his eyes, imagining that he was not holding his phone in his ear, that you were with him instead. your presence would effectively solve the majority of his problems.

"how was your day?" you whispered softly. if hoshina concentrates hard enough, he could see your lips part while you're talking. the hole in his chest grew more and more by the second.

"they're converting number 10 as a weaponized suit. they're making me wear it." hoshina wished he was not speaking to you about this.

"isn't that dangerous?" your reply was quick and straightforward. you were familiar with the protocol and you weren't even an officer.

"i could die." once the truth was out of his mouth, there was no stopping it. "it could significantly shorten my lifespan if i use the suit too much."

hoshina had always been proud of his skills as a competent swordsman - he's survived and made it this far with his blades despite most people advising him to give up. he's never cursed his own lack of power until now. if only he was strong enough, maybe he wouldn't need a suit to be able to fight better.

"then -" you started but paused and hoshina could tell you were steadying yourself. . "then don't use it too much", you suggested. in normal circumstances he would smile at you - flattered that you are worried about him, pleased that you care. but now everything from you simply feels like tiny crumbs of affection, and hoshina settled on being a beggar.

"would you cry for me when i die?" hoshina heard you gasp on the other line.

"i'm hanging up now", you exclaimed without saying goodbye. the silence after that was deafening, but even then hoshina kept his phone on the side of his face, listening. "i wanna see you tonight", you spoke at last.

"would it make a difference?" his voice cracked but he didn't care. he was exhausted of pretending he was doing alright without you, in making himself believe that his love reaches you where his hands couldn't.

he said your name once more and it felt like a knife was being twisted within him.

"don't you dare do this to me," you threatened. "wait for me there, okay?" you added this time, pleading.

hope is a greedy, grasping thing and hoshina soshiro let it take hold of him fully.

"i will."

[writingsfromhome]

Impossibly Real

A/N: cute little story about being in a rough dating world and having a nice neighbour friend.

Part 2

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I memorize the face on my phone whilst standing in the middle of my building lobby. I study it as if I hadn’t been staring at his pictures since we both swiped right a couple weeks ago.

“Hot date?” A voice calls out. I look up to the source—one of my neighbours with takeaway in one hand and a case of beer in the other. The smell of his dinner makes my stomach rumble—I’d skipped dinner myself for this 8pm date.

“A very hot date,” I respond. Harry was one of the first people I’d interacted with when I moved to this complex a year and a half ago. He’d helped me move my boxed mattress in and I thanked him with a lukewarm beer. Ever since, we’d pick up on conversation every time we saw each other.

Most of those times were when we’d both be rushing out to work in the morning. Sometimes he’d walk to the tube with me, both of us going in opposite directions. Other times his girlfriend would pick him up.

“Let’s see,” he switches his beer to the other hand and holds his hand out.

I pretend to open the app and look for my date’s profile as if it hadn’t been open for the last three hours. He makes a sound of approval when I pass it over.

“Right?” I grin as he scans the profile.

I wasn’t always lucky in love. When Harry first met me I was fresh out of a 3 year relationship, and the only things to follow were bad dates and lonely nights.

“Likes pizza?” Harry says like he’d just caught sight of the guy’s private pictures.

“Yeah? So what?” I feel my defences go up. “Who doesn’t?”

“Yeah but that’s so…basic.” He hands the phone back. “That’s like saying ‘Drinks tea’ or ‘breathes air’.”

“No it’s not!” I wanted this to be a good one so badly, I wouldn’t hear any of Harry’s slander. “It’s relatable, and shows he’s down to earth.”

Harry groans. “Remind me what you do for work?”

I squint at him, unsure where he was going with his. “Analyst.”

“Ah,” he switches his beer back to his other hand and it snaps me out of the moment. I always lost track of time talking to Harry and this couldn’t be one of those times. I had somewhere to be!

“Ah what?” I glance at the door.

“As an analyst you’re used to reading into things-“

“Piss off!” I shut him down. “I’m leaving now.”

“I’m joking!” Harry calls out. “I’m sure he’s a great guy.”

I don’t respond to him as I walk away but he calls out my name.

“You look great, it’ll be a good date.”

“Fingers crossed,” I echo. “Enjoy your night.”

I find a taxi quickly and sit on my hands the whole way there so I don’t pick at my nails. There was no such thing as out of my league, I remind myself. He was just going to be a guy. A good looking guy.

***

“I’m getting a bit tipsy,” Dave admits. It was half past 9 and we’d had 5 drinks total, one of those being a nervous shot when he hadn’t showed up in the first ten minutes.

“We should get something to eat!” I suggest.

He grimaces. “It’s a bit overpriced in here.”

Oh. He was cheap.

That was rude. I snap out of my darkening thoughts. I couldn’t help it: not only was Dave late, he looked 5 years older than his pictures, which wasn’t a bad thing, but he was also 5 inches shorter than his profile stated.

It was awkward when he came in and I got up to hug him. I’d worn my 3 inch heels expecting to still come to his chest but we’d met at eye level instead. I didn’t want to make it awkward so I had sat down quickly. I regretted wearing these heels. They were chaffing against my feet even whilst sitting.

And the whole evening had been stiff conversation, like rubbing sandpaper against itself. It had ended in a dull evening. He was cute. That was all he had going for him.

“There’s a really good pizza place around here!” I say casually, like I hadn’t Googled the vicinity for an hour after we’d made plans. “I heard it was rated top 10 in the city.

His grimace comes back, it made him more unattractive the more he did it.

“I can go for some chips. There’s probably one down the road, you alright for a walk?”

“Great!” Maybe some fresh air and a change of scenery could spice the night up.

He pays the bill—maybe he wasn’t so cheap, I think. That is until we get to the chips shop and he hangs back for me to order for us. And pay.

I can already imagine retelling this date to my girl friends. They were all engaged or married so my dating stories were always amusing content for our hangouts.

Crossing from 20 to 30 made the stories more tragic than amusing, but I lived to laugh and that’s what I usually did after getting over bad dates like this one.

“It’s a nice night,” Dave says when we get our chips. He douses his in ketchup like a toddler would. Gah!

“It is…”

“Let’s take these outside.”

I’d rather not, with my heels digging into the backs of my feet and the blisters chafing against the fake leather. But I agree.

“So what’s with the pink?” He asks randomly.

“What?” I say over a mouthful of chip. I didn’t care how disgusting I was at this point. He’d done the bill-for-a-bill thing without asking and I’d lost any hope I had for the evening. I may as well be gross.

“The pink, you’ve got it at the bottoms of your hair and your earrings, your lips and your skirt and your heels-“

“I like pink.”

“That’s obvious,” he says dryly. “Is there a story behind it or something? Usually only schoolgirls wear their favourite colour that much.”

And usually only younger boys have fries with they ketchup rather ketchup with their fries, I want to say. But I keep my mouth shut.

“I think it’s overrated that getting older means getting all serious and boring. Pink’s my favourite colour and the world can know it. Be brighter for knowing it too.”

I keep my tone light yet Dave seems to takes my personal philosophy as a direct attack.

“But it’s a bit juvenile isn’t it? You don’t have to be boring just because you’re an adult but no one’s going to take you much seriously all dressed in pink. It’s a bit childish.”

“Not childish enough for you to want to go on a date with me,” I say. My pink hair was on display in my profile as well as many pink outfits throughout my linked Instagram. I know he’d seen it.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, not like that.” He backtracks. His face turns my favourite colour, even in the dark.

“When grown men are obsessed with Star Wars or Lord of the Rings or whatever, nobody bats an eye. They show up with fictional characters on their shirt and tattooed on their arms and it’s all dandy. But you think the world’s going to take me less seriously because I wear a lot of pink?”

“Okay I think there’s been a misunderstanding here.” Dave backs down like I knew he would. I’d known too many boys like him, who charged up when they thought they had an ounce of intellect over me. Reciprocate with even an ounce of assertive energy and they back down like a well-trained dog.

This night was tragic. My hopes up for nothing. And my feet were blistered for no damn reason.

“I think we’ve understood each other just fine.” I wipe my hands on a napkin and toss the rest of my chips away, ignoring the look Dave gives me. “It was a night, I’m going to head home now.”

“Look I-“

“Goodnight.” I walk away. I had no idea what direction but as long as I can end the night with the hope-zapper Dave.

***

On the lift up to my flat I look at myself in the mirror. Dead eyes, flushed and puffy face from the alcohol, and my hair was voluminous from the windy night air. I couldn’t wait to get to my flat and take my stupid heels off. They were so painful they’d now actually gone numb.

My phone rings as I get to my door. Dave. The nerve of that guy!

I put it on silent and fish out my keys but my phone buzzes a second time and I drop them.

“Fuck!” I say just as the door behind me opens.

“Woah!” Harry steps back into his flat after nearly tripping over my crouched figure.

“Ugh sorry,” I stand back up, keys looped around my finger.

“You’re back early.” Harry slowly eyes me from top to bottom. It makes my stomach feel like a washing machine on high. “Nice night with pizza guy?”

“Pizza guy was just like the others.”

I lean against my door and ignore my phone that’s now gone off for the third time in my purse.

“Fair enough. He did say he likes pizza.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” I whine. “I just wasted £30 on shite company.”

“Can I offer you a beer or have you had too many?”

I look down at my watch. It was half past 10, and I had work tomorrow but life was short and I was miserable so I follow Harry in.

“I’ll just toss this later.”

It’s only then I realize Harry had a trash bag in his hands and he was in his boxers and a robe. He rests the bag near his door and motions to the fridge as he walks down his hall. “Grab me one too?”

I’d been in Harry’s flat a few time, once when I baked too many sugar cookies for Christmas and he invited me in to eat with him. Another time when he was having a birthday party. I had thought it was cute his friends had done that for him old school. The last time was when my wifi stopped working one weekend and I had to ask him to use his. That was a nice day, both of us were going through busy season and had worked side by side on our laptops until Harry announced we were losers and should stop working to get dinner and watch a movie. That was one of my favourite days living in this complex so far.

I’m still standing in his kitchen when he comes out with sweatpants.

“Why are you still standing there?”

I look down at my shoes and so does he.

“Don’t you want to take those off?” Harry lifts one brow, confused.

“I’m scared.” I say. I didn’t know what I’d find. I felt like I was standing in a pool of blood.

“Why?” Harry was lucky he didn’t know the fear of taking off awful shoes after a long day of breaking them in. Men were lucky that way.

I shift my heel away from the back of the shoe and pain shoots up. It sounds sticky. I whimper. “Can you get me a chair?”

“What did you wear?” Harry’s staring at them with a mixture of fear and confusion. He carries one of his dining chairs to me. “Those are like, torture heels.”

“Tonight was torture.” I sit down and cross my foot over my knee. I take a deep breath. Harry hovers above me not able to look away. “Here goes nothing.”

I pry the shoe away and nearly cry.

“Oh my god!” Harry shouts. “Yo-you’re bleeding! What the f-“

“Oh my god,” I was dripping onto his floor. “Can I get-“

“Tissue!” Harry’s already throwing me his roll but I knock it away.

“I need help. Getting. To the bathroom.”

“Right right.” Harry kicks my shoe away and leans down so I can wrap my arm around his shoulder. I feel like an injured football player but so much more pathetic as I limp to his bathroom.

He sets me down on his toilet seat and blasts the tub with water.

“Sorry,” I limp to the edge of his bathtub and swing myself so that my feet dangle in. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your night.”

“I’m glad you did,” Harry’s voice still carries a hint of shock. “What is wrong with you? That’s diabolical you wearing shoes like that! What’s wrong with trainers? Or sandals? Don’t girls like strap sandals?”

“It just comes with being a woman okay?” I couldn’t answer all his questions. “I still need to take off the other one.”

I was more scared for my right foot than my left.

“Just…deal with that.”

Harry’s tub is filling with water and it stings everywhere it touches my foot. But especially my heel and all of my toes. I switch the knob to cold.

“Okay,” I take a deep breath. “The other fucking shoe.”

I can feel Harry peering over my shoulder. This one feels glued on and I squeal as I comes off. My foot looked like a bruised and crusted mess.

“Holy sh-“ Harry whispers. I dunk it fast in the running water and nearly topple backwards but Harry catches me with his knee and then stays there so I have somewhere to lean. It was nice.

“Bloody hell,” I swear as my feet sting and paint the water pink. “Genuinely so sorry about this.”

“Don’t be.” Harry shakes his head. “But please toss those shoes in the bin and never wear something like that again.”

“That’s impossible.”

“It’s not. It’s very possible.”

“I love heels! I just need to break these in.”

“They’re breaking you love.”

I feel him stiffen behind me which makes me suddenly self-conscious. I didn’t really read into his words, love was just a term of affection used around my friends. But apparently it wasn’t something Harry used lightly.

“They are. These ones are going in the bin, DNA and all.” I try to continue casually. This was so weird. Weirder than it needed to be given Harry and I were mates at most; I’d met his girlfriend, I didn’t think of him anything more than a neighbourhood friend. We certainly hadn’t hung out outside our flats before.

“Maybe burn them to be sure,” Harry finally responds. His voice is a bit rougher than before. “Don’t want to get accidentally framed with the free DNA.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d be too obvious a murderer to commit anything stealthily. They’d identify the pink-haired giant walking away.”

“You’re not a giant. You’re not even 6 feet.”

“I’m nearly 5’9 which is tall enough for a woman.”

“I don’t think so.” Harry brushes my hair behind my shoulder and a shiver runs up my spine. Maybe I should turn the icy water off. “Plus I like the pink. Makes you more interesting to look at.”

“So I’m not interesting to look at regularly?” I tease. I look up at him and the back of my head hits his thigh.

I see his adam’s apple bob and I suddenly feel vulnerable sitting here like this. I lean forward so my feet are steadied against the tub which is agonizing for my bloody feet but at least I wasn’t leaning against him.

“I said more interesting.”

The room grows quiet and I try not to read into it. Harry thought I was interesting to look at. Okay.

I turn the tap off and the silence in the room becomes unbearable.

“Have you got any plasters?” I turn inch by inch so I don’t slip on the lip of the tub or need more help from Harry. The energy in here was weird and him touching me was going to make it weirder.

“Yeah,” he’s eager to leave only to come back laughing. “They’re actually here. I…”

He opens a drawer and pulls a box out along with a tiny vial.

I take it from him, some sort of ointment oil. Why not.

“Motherf-“ I bite my lip as the ointment stings my cuts. “Why wouldn’t you warn me!”

Harry laughs again and it eases the tension a little. “I thought you knew it would burn!”

“I don’t treat cuts often jeez!”

“Sorry! That friend—you met him at my party, black curly hair, the one who does custom stuff?”

“Oh yeah I remember.”

“I helped him out one summer. I had to hand cut all these signs using one of those exacto blades? Cut my hands up so many times I had to buy something for them after one of them got infected.”

I wrinkle my nose at the idea of an infected cut and douse my other foot in the oil, swearing as I take the pain.

“I have a roll and cotton if you want to bandage your foot?” Harry suggests. “I don’t know if regular plasters cut it.”

“That’s so dramatic,” I usually stuck a couple plasters on and got on with it. But this was also the worst I’d ever had with breaking shoes in.

“Let me-“

“No!” I push Harry’s shoulder away as he leans down with the roll of bandage he’d procured. “Harry do not touch my foot!”

“I’ve dressed grosser,” he holds my heel gently and I try to yank it away again without falling into the tub but it’s impossible. I settle for pushing him away.

“Harry please! I’ve intruded enough stop touching my disgusting foot!”

“I’ve seen you wash it. It’s not disgusting, just bloody. Now stop squirming about!”

“Why are you…” I trail away because he wasn’t listening. He dabs my foot with a cotton pad and then begins the process of bandaging my heel and then my toe. I try not to squirm at how embarrassing this was.

Harry’s gentle and attentive as he moves on to the other foot which should make me feel okay but only adds to the humiliation. We were so not close enough to do this—I don’t even know if I’d do the same for him.

Another part of me knows I would. Despite knowing him in passing, plus a few solid occasions, I could tell Harry was one of the good guys. He was always chivalrous around the building, friendly in any interaction I’d seen with him, loved enough to be thrown a surprise birthday party, and caring enough to always ask about how I was doing. And to do this.

When he glances up I don’t expect it. Our gazes clash and the weird energy from before creeps in again.

“Sorted,” he lets my foot down gently.

“Harry I owe you like…a massive dinner, and drinks are on me forever forward.”

“That’s not necessary,” he chuckles as he puts his little first aid kit back. “Just don’t wear heels like that again please. It’s not worth it.”

“They’re so pretty though,” I sigh. They’re now discarded on the tiled floor, the insides bloody.

“Let’s get you that beer,” he holds a hand out.

“I can’t. I’ve kept you late and you probably-“

“One beer.”

“I don’t want to intrude-“

“Just one,” his tone is gentle but he’s not taking no for an answer.

“Fine!” I admit defeat. He helps me up and together I limp to his couch.

We sit in silence for a bit while we drink. I don’t know what he’s thinking about, but the events of the evening play in my head.

“He actually insulted me.” I blurt. Before he can ask questions I explain. “Firstly he was late, then he was droning on and on about shit I don’t even remember anymore. Then he was cheap about food, but because he paid for drinks he got me to pay for chips. Then he said I wear too much pink and nobody would take me seriously as an adult. That it was childish.”

“Really?” Harry leans forward from his end of the couch. “He said all that?”

“Yeah! I said men are allowed to wear their Star Wars shirts and Lord of the Rings bullshite. And when a woman wears more than one article of pink she’s childish?”

“What a prick.”

“I know!”

“You’re too good for someone like that.”

“Thank you,” I sit back, seen and validated.

“The pink makes you cool, stand out in a crowd. He’s just blind to look at you and think that. Or he’s just intimidated.”

“Oh yeah he lied about his height! So I stood there in those stupid pink heels taller than him.”

“That must have got him,” Harry grins. “I actually love that story.”

His words warm me.

“You’re so nice Harry,” I tell him. “Honestly you’re like a gem of a guy.”

“I’m not that nice-“

“Don’t tell me you’re a bad boy or something because you’re a solid good guy. Rare. Never change.”

“Hmph,” he clears his throat.

“Your girlfriend’s lucky. A lot of us have to put up with trolls before we find a good guy like you.”

Harry stays silent. Maybe I’d said too much. Maybe I should stop drinking.

“We broke up. Wasn’t good enough for her.”

Shite. Blistered, bloody, bandaged foot directly in mouth..

“I-I’m sorry. To hear that! Oh my god yeah I guess I haven’t seen her in a while-“

“Yeah been a few months now. I’m mostly over it.”

“How long were you two dating again?”

“Almost 3,” Harry twists his mouth to the side. I’d never seen him look bitter before. “I accepted it, the end of us. Until I hear from a friend she jumped right into another relationship. So…that must have been behind the scenes near the end of our relationship.”

Bitter indeed. “That’s a shitty way to find out too.”

“I wish she was just honest. Y’know like, I met someone else whatever. At least that way I took the hit at once and then got over it. Instead after a month of moving on I just got punched all over again.”

“That’s a dick move.” I agree. “I’ve seen you so many times the last few months why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t want to bring down the mood. Felt too loaded for a conversation on the lift.”

“You could have saved it for a walking-to-the-tube conversation?”

“Then just part ways after dropping that on you?”

“Isn’t that perfect?” I tease and he covers his face. I change the subject. “My 3.5 year relationship ended when he said he didn’t see me as marriage material.”

“I thought it was a mutual breakup?” Harry asks. I’m surprised he remembers what I told him when I first moved in.

“I lied. I didn’t want you to see me as your pathetically lonely neighbour.”

He laughs at that. At least I’d gotten a smile back on his face. “I thought it was a bit suspicious but I didn’t push it. Every time I saw you when you first moved in it always looked like you cried.”

“Oh my god!” I cover my face. “Don’t tell me that! That’s so embarrassing!”

It was true. I cried for three weeks straight after the breakup but I also thought I was sly enough to get around unnoticed.

“It’s not a big deal! I used to worry about you.”

“That’s another thing that’ll keep me up at night now—but see that’s sweet! You barely knew me and you worried. Like! You were raised right.”

“Sure,” he smiles my way with a laugh in his eyes. He was enjoying making me squirm but it’s this smile, one I’d never seen before directed at me, that made me squirm the most.

“Okay now stop being sweet and kick me out.” I gingerly stand and suck up the fresh pain that comes back.

“You can stay as long a-“

“Harry.” I look at him seriously. “I know we both work demanding jobs, and that’s what we have to do tomorrow morning. It’s past midnight and I should go.”

He sighs and gets up to help me hobble to his door.

“Good thing I live next door—oh my shoes. They’re in your-“

“I’ll get them to you later.” He promises.

“You just want to try them on in private.” I tease as he opens his door. He waits while I fish through my purse again for my keys. I remember then the missed calls from Dave—that feels so long ago.

“I like my feet whole.” He chuckles. “Plus I’m tall enough.”

“Some girls think 6 feet is short.”

“How do you know I’m 6 feet?”

I turn my key and let my door swing open.

“I’m good at telling heights.”

“What’s your secret?”

“Well,” I turn back to him and put my hand on my head. “I get my height and then just measure against the person. I gauge the inches which if I’m close enough-“ Harry moved closer to me so there’s only a few inches between us. “Uhm. If I’m close enough it’s easy to count up or down.”

“So you count up-“

“Three or so inches.” I look up, determined to meet his eye. It was just Harry. I didn’t need to feel weird around my neighbour Harry.

But I can’t look away. I never noticed the depth of his eyes; they’re mesmerizing and I can’t look away.

“It’s a neat party trick.” He says so low, but we’re so close it’s loud as hell to my ears. Or maybe that’s the blood rushing through my head.

“Don’t really go to enough parties to turn it into a trick.” My voice comes out squeaky and I clear my throat. “Mostly useful to compare a dating profile to the real thing.”

“Hm,” he hums. His fingers toy with the pinks of my hair before draping it behind my shoulder.

“I should go.” I say for the millionth time.

He looks at me again and I forget why I should go. His gaze drops to my lips and I feel hot—hotter than the pain on my bloody feet.

“You’re the real thing.”

It’s unconscious, the way I arch up to him. It’s natural, the way he meets me halfway. It’s unforgettable, the way his soft lips feel on mine.

Until I lean my weight on my toes and I’m reminded of my broken feet, this evening, and who I was kissing.

I couldn’t be kissing my neighbour! I saw him nearly every damn day!

“Har-“ I push gently at his chest and he’s quick to move back.

“Sorry I-that-“

“No I’m sorry that was me-“

“We should…”

“Yeah.” I grasp behind my back until my hand touches my doorframe. “Um…thanks for everything. Tonight.”

“Yeah.” Harry’s flushed and somehow more attractive than I’ve ever noticed. He also has a smidge of pink lipstick at the corner of his mouth but I file that away for later. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight!” I turn and quickly close my door, knowing Harry was not going to be the first to leave. Despite my head telling me not to, I turn and peep through the peephole. He’s still leaning against his doorframe, head bowed, running his hand through his hair. I watch him mutter something and then go in. I stay there until the automatic light switches off and then sink to the floor.

Harry. Friendly, funny, neighbour Harry. He’d dressed my bloody feet, served me beer, and then kissed me.

I touch my lips. I wasn’t even mad about it. This was going to be complicated no doubt, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

***

I manage to avoid Harry for a week. Which is a pretty impressive feat given our doors nearly open onto each others.

But he catches me on the lift after work one day. There’s already two others beside me and Harry nearly misses the lift, slipping in just as it’s closing. He does a double take when he sees me.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” Everything was normal. Everything was fine.

“Smart choice of shoes.”

We look down at my Stan Smiths.

“I’ve learned my lesson…for now.” I look back up at the row of numbers. The lift stops on floor 5 and the couple get out.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He states simply when the door closes.

“I have not!” I finally look at him and nearly lose my breath. When did he become so attractive?!

“We see each other almost every day living the way we do. And you’re telling me we managed to miss each other for a week?”

I shrug, “it’s been a weird week.”

“When did the weird week start?”

Saved by the bell. The doors open to our floors with a ding, but Harry blocks me from my front door.

“Are you serious?” I try to sidestep him but he stays in my path.

“We should talk.”

“We’re talking now.”

“C’mon.” He sighs and moves out of my way. I sigh myself before opening my door and leaving it open behind me. He takes the hint.

“I want to apologize for that night.” Harry says. “I was just feeling vulnerable and it shouldn’t have happened-“

“You’re joking right? I was going on about how good you were and I got a little too into it I think. I totally kissed you so I’m sorry. For making it weird-“

“I kissed you,” Harry tries to correct me.

“No I kissed you so I should apolog-“

“No.” Harry cuts me off.

“Why are we arguing about this?” I throw my hands up. We’re standing in the entryway going back and forth about this. It was stupid. “We’re both sorry. It shouldn’t have happened. Let’s just move on okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees. “So we’re friends? You’re not going to avoid me in the building?”

“No.” I put my hands on my hips. “Cuz I wasn’t avoiding you in the first place.”

He laughs, throwing his head back and my breath catches. I lied. I wasn’t sorry I kissed him but I was sorry it ruined our friendship. Damnit.

“You’re impossible.”

“I thought I was the real thing?” I ask without thinking.

Slightly healed, but still bruised foot, directly in mouth!!!

“Impossible things can be real,” Harry’s mood changes. He stands taller and he takes a step towards me. “Do…do you want us to just move on?”

I don’t know how to answer that.

“I…we live right next to each other Harry. It’s-“

“Unconventional but not impossible.”

“Impossible.”

“But it can still be real.”

I can’t help it. I grin at how serious he was being with his play on words. He was serious about this though. It scared me a little.

“A date.”

“What about it?” I ask.

“We go on a date, see how things are. It they’re weird we go back to friends like we always were. If it’s good…”

“Okay. How about Friday?” I wanted this as much as it seemed like he wanted it. Dating was hard, apps were impossible. This good and kind man standing in front of me was impossible and real.

“Friday’s perfect. Wednesday would be even better.”

“Today is Wednesday.” I say before realizing what he meant.

“It is.”

“Okay. Pick me up at 7?”

“I’ll be on time.” Harry’s grin is contagious.

“Great.” I watch him walk back to the door.

“One favour?” He asks. I ask him what it is. “Wear something pink?”

“Most definitely.” My heart surges and I feel seen. So seen.

I think he was the real thing too. Impossibly real. And possibly something more than neighbourly friends.

Excited and hopeful were an understatement. I couldn’t wait.

[fandomnsfw]

7 Minutes - Sirius Black x PopSinger!Reader

Pairing: Sirius Black x PopSinger!Reader

Prompt: The Songs; BOYSHIT by Madison Beer, 7 minutes by Dean Lewis, Bad Habit by Ed Sheeren cover from Rain Paris

Warnings: Smut, use of the word slut (once), D/s, traffic light system, use of the nickname pup/puppy.

No Beta again! ENJOY!!!

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The second your phone rang not an hour after you’d posted your new single, you smirked knowing exactly who it was. You put the phone on speaker before giving your hand back to your nail artist.  

“Are you serious?” His voice shouted down the phone. 

“No that would be you darling.” You snickered hearing him growl in pure annoyance. 

“Take it down!” He snapped making you roll your eyes. 

“Sorry love but I’m already trending. No can do.” You muttered with a smirk. 

“I swear to god Y/N— 

“Shouldn’t swear at the big man in the sky. One way ticket to hell.” You snickered teasingly. 

“You—forget it.” Sirius snapped angrily as he hung up. 

You smirked in satisfaction, knowing you’d won this round. You were still heartbroken about the breakup but instead of moving on your plan was to get him back. Sirius was the only one that ever understood you. He understood the mental scars you had more than anyone had ever before but the second he felt vulnerable he always bolted. It wasn’t your first break up but it was the only public one which meant you’d have to fight harder this time.  

He’d already been spotted with two different girls in the space of a month which had hurt but you tried to ignore it knowing this was his defence. You weren’t going to let him throw away what you two had. 

********** 

You smirked as you hit upload, the thrill that ran through you, one that had you shivering visibly as you waited to the phone to ring. You brushed the arms of the big leather jacket you had on with a smug smirk on your face. Not 10 minutes after posting the new music video, for your new song BOYSHIT, your phone began ringing. 

“Hello my love.” You greeted as you picked up the phone aiming it at your face. 

“Is that my fucking jacket you’re wearing in your video? Why are you barely clothed? and why, oh WHY is some fucking skinny fuck boy touching what’s not his?” He shouted his teeth visibly clenched, even over camera. 

“Yeah it went cute with the rock and roll theme, plus it went well the booty shorts and the docs too. And Jason did not even touch me that much. And I’m a free woman I can wear whatever I want in public.” You answered easily making his face drop. 

“Y-Yeah I know but I don’t like that he touched you.” He grumbled like a scolded child. 

“He’s gay.” You deadpanned making his lips twitch before he burst out laughing. 

“I’ll send Peter to grab my jacket.” Sirius said suddenly ridding his face of any emotion. 

“Siri— 

“I’ll speak to you soon.” Sirius interrupted you before hanging up. 

Tears pricked your eyes as you tilted you head back, begging them not to fall because you weren’t sure you’d ever stop. Maybe it really was done. Maybe this time there was no coming back. Stupid idiot, I just had to mention those three little words. I should’ve kept it to myself until he said it.  

You curled up in your chair, his jacket suddenly feeling heavier on your shoulders. The smell of cigarettes and Sirius’ cologne filled your nostrils as you bury your tear cover face in your arm. Suddenly all your previous confidence was gone. Maybe I’m just to damaged to love, was your only thought as you fell asleep at your computer desk with a tear stained face. 

*********** 

You woke up to the sound of someone ringing the buzzer of your flat. You walked over to the monitor and stared at the person with a disappointed frown. You buzzed them up without so much as a word, shedding the leather jacket from your shoulders with a bitter feeling seeping into your bones as you did. When there was a knock at your front door you swung it open and passed the jacket to the man stood there. 

“I told him to come himself but he wouldn’t listen. Peter refused to come, told him to man up.” Remus muttered with a sympathetic smile on his face. 

“Tea?” You muttered as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to consume you once again. 

“I’ll make it. Go sit down.” Remus sighed as he made his way to your kitchen with an air of casualness. 

When he walked in not 2 minutes later with two cuppa’s you gave him a small smile despite the sadness simmering just below the surface. He sat down next to you holding his own cuppa with one hand as he threw his other arm over your shoulder pulling you into a hug. 

“Hey Rem?” You whispered tearfully. 

“Yeah?” He replied before sipping his tea. 

“You’d of been a really good big brother.” You chuckled softly as you leant against his shoulder, cradling the cuppa in your hands, close to your chest. 

“I know things are up in the air with you two but you can always talk to me. Day or night, I’m here ‘kay?” He whispered his tone had your tears once again falling as you cried into his chest. 

“I-I love him.” You sobbed as he moved the cups from both your hands placing them in the table before pulling you into his arms. 

“I know lovey.” Remus muttered sadly as he stroked your hair. 

“Come on, dry your tears and go get dressed. I’ll treat you to Starbucks.” He mumbled as he wipes away the tears off your makeup stained face. 

You chuckled softly before wandering off to get rid of the makeup off your face. Once your face was free of all makeup and you’d done your skincare you grabbed a simple lounge set that had a vest style turtleneck, leggings and a cardigan that all matched. Your nails had been done after your music video they had cute little Stitch’s on the middle finger. You slid on your grey fluffy sliders before wandering back out to Remus who was stood, with his car keys hanging off his finger, next to the front door. 

“Come on superstar.” Remus joked as he gave you a bright grin. 

********** 

You finally arrived at Starbucks and instead of going through the drive through you both chose to go into the café. It was 5pm and it would be closing soon so you both figured it would be safe. However the second you walked in you noticed a few more people than usual, a few of which were ogling you both with narrowed eyes as they whispered to there friends. 

“What do you want?” Remus asked sweetly as he pocketed his car keys. 

“(Your fave Drink) please.” You replied with a shy smile. 

‘I thought she was dating Sirius? What a slag.’ You heard someone whisper behind you making your face flush bright red. 

You tried to hide behind your sleeves which seemed to draw Remus’ attention from ordering. He looked behind him to see some girls snickering behind you his face instantly showing his anger. 

“Have some respect and keep your nose out of peoples business.” Remus hissed as he pulled you in front of him before turning his back to the girls. 

“I’ll take a green tea as well. Do you want anything to eat. Your manager said you haven’t been eating much.” He asked softly making you laugh. 

“Sure I’ll have a (your choice). Thank you Rem.” You muttered awkwardly as he paid for everything. You waited until everything was ready before taking the food and drinks towards the car.  

However once you’d gotten outside there was paparazzi everywhere. You inhaled deeply as you tried to control your anxiety but that many people crowding you wasn’t helping. Remus swore under his breath as he held your drinks and food up so they wouldn’t get knocked as he pushed through the men and women with cameras. The questions were being shouted at you as you neared the car.  

‘Are you switching to another member?’ 

‘Are you still with Sirius?’ 

‘Did you know he was spotted with two other girls this month?’ 

You quickly hopped into the car passenger seat ignoring there questioning as Remus did the same. He glanced at you with a worried gaze but made no move to touch you as he could clearly see you were overwhelmed. You grabbed your drink and began sipping it before putting it in the cup holder.  

“I hate paps.” You huffed with an eye roll. 

“Can’t say we deal with them that much. But maybe it because I don’t go out unless we’re preforming.” He snorted making you laugh as he picked up his tea ignoring the crowd outside the car. 

“Shall we take bets on what the headline tomorrow will say?” You snickered making him smirk. 

“Hmm. Pop Singer Y/N Y/L/N spotted with new beau.” He chuckled making you laugh. 

“Y/N and Remus spotted at Starbucks. New boyfriend or just friends?” You added making him roll his eyes. 

“Sirius is gonna lose his shit.” Remus snorted with a smirk. 

“Well he left me he hasn’t got a say in anything in my life. I know he’s one of your best friends but right now I don’t wanna deal with his hot and cold.” You sighed as you began munching on your food. 

“Understandable.” He muttered softly as he began eating his cheese and ham panini. 

“Thank you Rem.” You muttered sweetly as you ate. 

“No worries.” Remus replied with a small smile on his face. 

******** 

Is singer Y/N moving on? 

Y/N Y/L/N spotted yesterday evening with Remus Lupin, the bass player from The Marauders. He paid for her drink according to an inside source and was seen laughing in the car with one another. Is it really over between Sirius and Y/N? Find out on page 23. 

“I swear to god these wankers have no fucking shame.” You growled as your manager slapped this weeks tablet on your desk.  

“Are you seriously screwing another one of those idiots?” You manager snapped making you glare at her. 

“You know Remus is a friend! He’s practically like a brother to me. I love Sirius. That hasn’t changed.” You shouted at her making her grit her teeth. 

“Well next time just order Starbucks off the app! Saves for bad press.” Your manager sighed as you flip her off. 

“I’m gonna release a statme— 

Your phone ringing interrupted her speech which you were honestly grateful for. You picked up the phone when you saw Remus’ name on the screen.  

“Just wanted to warn you Sirius is in his way. He’s pissed. I tried to tell him neither of us would do that but he wasn’t listening. He took a swing at me.” Remus sighed making your eyes widen just as Sirius burst through your front door looking beyond angry. 

“You fucking tried to punch Remus?” You screamed as you took the phone away from your ear so Remus’ ears wouldn’t get the brunt end. 

“Is that your little boyfriend now?” Sirius snarled as he pointed at your phone. 

“Rem I’ll call you back later.” You muttered down the phone. 

“He does love you.” Remus muttered before you hung up. 

“You seriously tried to punch one of your oldest friends because of the paps?” You scoffed in disbelief. 

“Are you seriously trying to date one of my ‘oldest friends’?” He snapped making you shake your head. 

“YOU sent him here to get YOUR jacket! I offered him a cuppa and then I spent the next half an hour crying about how much I love YOU! He offered to treat me to a Starbucks to take my mind off it and probably get me to eat since that’s something I don’t often do at the minute! In what world do you think either of us would betray you like that! I told you I loved you and you fucking left me! How dare you barge in here and try to accuse me of anything! How’s Sasha? Or is it Daphne this week? Which model are you banging now, huh?” You screamed, your face turning bright red as angry tears ran down your face. 

“I can’t do this anymore. This hot and cold. You don’t wanna commit to me but you don’t want me to be with anyone else. You don’t wanna love me but you want me to keep loving you? It’s not fair Sirius!” You cried out making his eyes soften as his posture shrunk back in. 

“I—I’m sorry.” He muttered quietly. 

“Just get out.” You sniffled as you turned away from him. 

“Y-Y/N…” He tried but you just walked out the room. 

A few seconds later you heard your front door slam shut and finally you broke down.  

*********** 

Three months later… 

“So Sirius, this is your first solo song. What does this mean to you?” The interviewer asked as Sirius gave a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“As you all know I’m not the type of guy to commit to someone. I find it hard with my upbringing and being too proud to seek help. I struggled to deal with a lot of things including expressing my emotions and recently I went through something that kind of knocked me out of it. I decided to seek help for the things I went through in the past and the things I ruined because of it. I wrote this song after my first therapy session.” He answered truthfully. You watched the screen in interest waiting for this new song to finally drop. 

“Right well it just turned 10am and the new song is officially out on Spotify. The CD and Vinyls will be released next week in all HMV stores. We will have a short break before Sirius will be play his new single.” The interviewer exclaimed happily. You left the bar deciding you didn’t want to deal with the stares if you broke down. 

You hopped into your car and placed your phone with the live stream on your stand. You looked outside making sure no paps had followed before looking down at the screen, the adverts finally coming to an end. When the show came back on it showed Sirius on stage with his acoustic guitar. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. In the past 3 months you had time to think about everything that happened in your relationship. Now you could see where you’d both gone wrong but that didn’t mean you’d run back to him. Not without proof he’d changed, even if forgiving him you’d already done.  

‘It's been 7 minutes now since I lost my way,  It doesn't seem like long, but my whole world has changed,  It's in all the little things, when you smile now it stings,  It's been 7 minutes since I lost the girl of my dreams.’ 

Your eyes widened at the lyrics as you glanced around the parking lot you were parked in before finally making a decision. You put the keys into your car as the song continued. 

‘Is it too late to turn around?  I'm already halfway out of town.  Now I know how I let you down,  Oh, I finally figured it out, 

I forgot to love you, love you, love you.  I forgot to love you, love you, love you.’ 

You sped towards the station, your heart pounding in your chest as you sped down the road not caring where you parked as you hopped out the car, running straight to the entrance. The secretory grabbed you before you could enter the building making you yelp. 

“Not to sound like a diva mate but do you know who I am!?” You shouted as you tried to shove past him.  

“No pass. No entry.” He deadpanned making you grit your teeth. 

“I swear to—James!” You screamed as you saw a familiar sight of black scruffy curls. 

“Y/N?” He muttered in shock as he approached the entrance. 

“You know her?” The security guard asked with a raised brow as he seemed to be judging your scruffy ripped jeans, a Beetles T-shirt and your well worn docs. 

“That’s Y/N Y/L/N he face is literally on the front of the building.” James snorted as he pulled you into the building. 

“Where is he?” You asked softly making him smile. 

“Studio 3 he’s still—Y/N! It’s still live!” He tried screaming but you didn’t listen you just ran, straight up the stairs until you reached the studio.  

You barged in ignoring the stares from centra crew and fans in the stands as you ran towards the stage. You saw Sirius sat with the interviewer talking again but when he heard someone shout about it being live he looked up and instantly spotted you. Your eyes began watering as he stood up in shock. 

“You’re an idiot.” You sniffled as you stood next to the camera which had been turned towards you. You shot a glare at the camera man who quickly turned back to Sirius. 

“I’m aware darling.” He chuckled sadly as he walked a single step closer. 

“Do you still— 

“Always.” You replied before he could even finish his sentence. 

“I love you.” Sirius muttered softly his eyes filling with tears as your began streaming down your face.  

“I love you too!” You shouted with a more angry tone which had him laughing as you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into an embrace 

“You sure know how to make an entrance don’t you pup.” He whispered into your hair. 

“Don’t care. I was at a bar round the corner and I heard the first few lyrics then I drove here like a crazy person. Probably got about 3 tickets and my car has probably been towed. I was about 5 seconds away from fighting the security guard until I saw James. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.” You whispered sweetly into his neck as he glanced at the interviewer. 

“I gotta finish this but if you wait, we can go get some take out and talk. Okay?” He whispered gently making you smile happily. 

“Okay.” You giggled as you walked towards the stands ignoring the dirty looks from Sirius’ fans. 

Their opinions didn’t matter because he loved me…Sirius Orion Black loved me… 

Once the show was done Sirius jogged over to you with a bright grin on his face. You returned it with your hand held out with a hopeful gaze. He happily took your hand as he pulled you out the studio and then the building. When you got out front you could see Peter stood by you car shouting at someone.  

“What’s going on?” You asked Peter as you approached your car that was still parked outside the building. 

“You can’t park here! I need to tow it or clamp it.” The random man huffed angrily. 

“I told him he ain’t claiming shit.” Peter growled making you laugh. 

“Thanks Pete. How much to remove a clamp?” You asked seriously making the guy frown. 

“£120.” He muttered grumpily. 

“1-120? Jesus Christ what do you fucking bastards need with 120! Oh fucking hell here!” You huffed as you slapped 120 in his hand. 

As the guy drove off Sirius started laughing making you glare at him, he quickly clamped his mouth shut as you got into your car with a grumpy pout on your face. Sirius hopped into the passenger seat as you drove off towards the closest food place. 

“He totally lied it’s only 100 to get a clamp off.” Sirius stated when you began driving. 

“I’m not even surprised. Fucking London for you.” You huffed with an eye roll. 

You both grew silent as your brain finally caught up with everything that just happened. You’d spent months trying to get over him but the love never left you and the sadness that accompanied didn’t either. You recently came to the realisation that you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone like you’d lived Sirius.  

You knew you’d have to let that go though. But now here he sat, healing and calmer than you’d ever seen himS Sirius had always been a ball of excitement, anxiety and hidden pain but as you glanced at his face you could see he wasn’t the same. He was twitching in his seat, he hadn’t turned on the radio to fill the silence because he hated it. He was still and looked almost serene. 

“So your song. It was beautiful.” You muttered softly making him glance at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen on his face. 

“It’s easy to make a beautiful song about a stunning woman.” He whispered but it wasn’t his usually cheesy flirting, he said it as if it was the most sincere sentence he’d ever muttered. 

“So therapy?” You asked nervously, scared he’s shut you out like he always had. 

“It’s been going well. My therapist said I bottle things up because I never received love as a child. Which I kind of laughed at. Can anyone imagine a pair of tories showing love?” He joked but his tone was sad. 

“However he told me to stop looking to the people that didn’t love him and look at the people who did. We started with easy ones like the band and Mr and Mrs Potter.” He stated as he took a deep breath. 

“Then we discussed you. I told him everything and…he explained my inability to commit was due to the fear of a lover one day deciding I wasn’t worth the trouble. I also got diagnosed with PTSD. He told me romantic love doesn’t always last but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth it. I realised how much I loved you after our 3rd session but I’d started writing the song after our 1st. After some self reflection I realised I love you so much that I…I was scared you’d find someone better. You’re this big pop star that literally walks to the local shop for milk and end up in the tabloids. You sing and preform with people like Eminem and you’ve even dabbled in acting.” He explained calmly making your eyes soften. 

“I wouldn’t care of walked in Henry Cavil walked in here. I love YOU.” You deadpanned making him burst out laughing. 

“I can’t say the same love. If Mr Cavil came in here I’d leave you.” Sirius joked making you laugh whole heartedly. 

“I’m joking obviously…although the witcher…” he trailed off with a smirk. 

“Oh yeah if the witcher came in here I’d leave you.” You snickered making him grin. 

“We could just share him.” He offered making you match his grin. 

“Oh yeah. I could get on board with two long haired hot hunks. I shall call you both my Ying and Yang.” You declared as you pulled up outside Aargrah’s. 

“On a serious note pup…I do love you and I-I really hope we can talk about everything and maybe give it another go? Properly this time?” He mumbled in ask uncharacteristically shy manner. 

“I-I’d love that.” You whispered with happy tears welling in your eyes as you parked up. 

“I love you.” He whispered sweetly his eyes boring into yours. 

“I love you too.” You replied as you leant over the stick shift to press a sweet kiss to his lips. 

************* 

"PUP!” Sirius screamed from down the hall making you jump a little at the sheer volume.  

You stood up and made your way upstairs but as you entered the room you could hear why he was screaming. He’d found one of your unreleased songs, shit. Your eyes widened as you noticed the whole room filled with the Marauders. You flushed bright red as the song played through the multiple speakers in your studio. You tried to turn it off, but it only made Sirius click the rewind button to start it again.  

‘Every time you come around, you know I can't say no.  Every time the sun goes down, I let you take control.  I can feel the paradise before my world implodes,  And tonight had something wonderful.’ 

“Is this my-- 

“Yes, that’s the demo you made but threw away because you thought it was shit.” You interrupted as you tried again to turn it off.  

“You should’ve done Rock instead of Pop.” James laughed as he bopped his head to the song.  

“Oh hush it’s never gonna get released because my Genre is pop and my label won’t allow it.” You snorted as you turned off the music. 

“But ours will. We can call it a feature. Throw in a few bit where James is singing and then put in our next album.” Sirius offered making you frown. 

“You’re being serious?” You asked with wide eyes. 

“I’m alw— 

“Don’t.” You interrupted with a glare. 

“What do you think James?” Sirius asked James with a grin. 

“I like it. First let’s get the studio packed up then we can discuss it over a cuppa.” James chuckled as he ruffled your hair making you pout as you tried to fix your hair.  

Remus laughed at you and threw his arm around your shoulder playfully pinching your ear making you glare up at him.  

“Arseholes.” You huffed as you stormed out the room with a smile on your face. 

Sirius followed after you with a grin deciding to help you move the table you said you wanted in the studio. You had decided to sell your flat and maybe get somewhere bigger but you knew it would take months so you’d slowly started rearranging things and storing a lot of stuff in boxes until you’d found somewhere else.  

Sirius and the boys had offer to help this weekend which you’d been thankful for because a lot of this was private stuff and you didn’t trust moving company’s since the last one stole some shit and sold it online.  

Sirius held one side of the table as you grabbed the other. Both of you shuffling towards the studio where the boys were still packing up small objects. You leaned up to give Sirius a kiss which he happily returned with a soft smile on his face. 

“Who’d of thought Sirius would be in a stable relationship before Remus and Peter.” James snorted making Sirius throw a fluffy pillow from the small couch in your studio directly at James’ head. 

“At least it didn’t take me 12 years to actually get the girl I wanted. Tosser.” Sirius snorted making as James flush bright red. 

“Our love story is romantic!” James argued making you snicker. 

“It’s tragic. If you guys had worked your shit out before you’d of been married and have like 2 babies by now.” You muttered under your breath but they’d obviously heard.  

Sirius burst out laughing leaning over to high five you with a proud smirk on his face.  

“That’s my girl.” He cheered excitedly making everyone roll their eyes. 

********

Once the boys had gone Sirius stared down at you with a raised brow making you looking around you like you tried to find the reason for the look but he took a step towards you making you suddenly feel like prey in the deadly sight of a predator. 

“Bed. Now.” He whispered threateningly as he stalked towards you.  

You were up in an instant, running towards your bedroom with an excited grin on your face. You wasted no time in stripping down as Sirius’ footsteps drew closer. He walked into the room just as you had sat obediently on the bed completely naked.  

He smirked as he began slowly shedding his clothes as he approached the bed. You bit your lip as he finally shed his boxer briefs, his cock already standing tall with the anticipation of what was about to happen.  

“Colour?” He asked softly. 

“Green sir.” You replied instantly making him grin from ear to ear. 

“Face down arse up pup.” He instructed calmly. 

You immediately did as you were told your head resting on your crossed arms, your arse in the air. He softly slapped your left cheek making you giggle, wiggling your hips teasingly. He chuckled before diving down and licking a stripe up your pussy that was already growing in wetness.  

It only took a few minutes of licking and sucking for you to feel yourself building Sirius slid two fingers inside you instantly crooked them downwards to push against your g-spot which tipped you over your edge. You knew tonight would be a long one because once you came he began trying to milk another one out of you. 

“Come on pup. One more then you can have my cock.” He teased as he began finger fucking into your pussy. 

He leant down and sunk his teeth into your arse cheek making you whimper as you pushed back onto his fingers in desperation. He chuckled at the sight his hand coming down to spank you in the place he had just bitten making the sting from the bite amplify. 

“Mmm Sirius…p-please need your cock!” You pleaded as his thumb pressed on your clit, his fingers never stopping the assault on your g-spot. 

“Ah ah! You don’t make demands pup. Who makes the demands here?” He asked darkly his finger increasing there pace. 

“You sir!” You cried out your eyes rolling back onto your head as you gripped at the sheets below you. 

“Exactly! Cum for me pup.” He demanded, which was all you needed to send you toppling into another orgasm. 

He pulled his fingers out gently before lining up his cock with your soaking wet entrance. He gave no warning just plunged straight into you causing you to gasp in mild shock which quickly dissolved into a moan as he began thrusting into you slowly but deeply. 

“Look at you pup. Take my cock so well.” Sirius cooed making your cheeks flush as you nod in agreement. 

“Been wanting to bend you over since I heard that song earlier. But then James and Remus had their fucking hands all over you.” Sirius growled making your eyes widen. 

“But that’s fine pup because we all know who you belong to.” He chuckled as he sped up his pace making your moans turn to screams of pure pleasure. 

His hands gripping your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts making him push as deep as he could go. Your eyes rolled back again as you tried to fight off your 3rd orgasm but he must’ve sensed you holding back because his hands came down and slapped both cheeks making you let out a long drawn out moan. 

“Cum for me puppy!” He growled as he slid his hand under you to brush across your clit and that’s all it took to see stars. 

“Oh fuck! Such a good fucking girl for me.” Sirius groaned as he punctuated every other word with a deep thrust.   

Your hands gripped the sheets, your head buried in them as Sirius drilled into you from behind. Your moans were a continuous stream of nonsense, but it only seemed to rile him up more. His hands were gripping at your love handles now, nails biting the skin. He released your left side, bringing the hand down to slap your arse cheek harshly once again.  

“Whose are you pup?” Sirius growled making you flush a deeper red.  

“Y-Yours.” You whimpered quietly your head still buried in the duvet below you.  

Sirius clearly wasn’t satisfied with that, so he lifted his hand forward and gripped you hair and yanking you into a kneeling positions, his thrust never stopping or slowing down. You moaned loudly as he leaned down enough so his lips were brushing agains your ear.  

“What was that puppy?” He taunted harshly making you whimper.  

“I’m yours. A-All yours!” You cried out as she slammed the head of his cock into your g-spot.  

“Exactly. You’re mine! My slut. MY baby girl! MY PUP!” He snarled as he brought his hand down to circle your clit making you let out a rather undignified squeal.  

“C-Can’t...” You cried out making him chuckled darkly.  

“One more pup. Come on one more for me.” He moaned huskily as he fucked into your pussy, his palm pressing against your clit as too not overwhelm your overly sensitive pussy. 

When you felt your orgasm rising again Sirius sped up his thrusts, his thighs slapping against your arse roughly. His hand slid out your hair and wrapped around your neck pulling you back until your back was resting against his tattoo covered chest. You could do nothing but lean back into his hold as finally your body shook with your orgasm.  

“Ooooh fuck! Sirius!” You cried out as you came for the 4th time that night.  

“Sh-Shit. Y/N!” He shouted as he came inside you.  

You both caught your breath before he pulled out, laying you onto the bed gently as he began kissing your face and shoulders.  

“Such a good girl. Were so good for me weren’t you pup?” Sirius whispered sweetly as he lifted you up like princess.  

You nuzzled into his neck, your arms thrown loosely around him as he carried you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet before he began running a bath. You quickly emptied your bladder, wiping off the cum that had leaked out before Sirius turned back around to look down at you.  

“I love you.” Sirius muttered with a truly happy smile on his face.  

“I love you too.” You replied with a soft gaze.  

“I-I wanted to talk to you about something.” He stuttered, his dominant aura suddenly gone replaced by the insecure man buried beneath. You nodded but waited patiently for him to talk as you smiled at him reassuringly. 

“The lads are thinking about moving back to Hogsmeade. James is with that friend from school. She lives there along with all our parents. I was looking at getting my first house and I-I was just wandering if maybe instead of whatever places your looking at…maybe you’d wanna move in with me? Or we’ll get a place together… It’s a small village, really quiet and—fuck this was stupid forge— 

“I’d love to.” You interrupted before he talked himself out of it. 

“R-Really?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Yes! I love the idea of us settling down in small remote village. Ooo can I have a white picket fence? And a flower garden?” You giggled happily as you stared off into space. 

When you didn’t get a reply you looked up to see Sirius staring at you with a look of adoration. You flushed a little but that was quickly forgotten when he wrapped his arms around you. 

“You can have whatever you want pup.” He chuckled as he bent down to snuggle into your neck. 

“Anything? What about if I want 2 puppies, a baby and to be a stay at home wife?” You snickered making him choke on thin air. 

“Let’s see where we end up living then we’ll talk about all of that.” He snorted making you laugh. 

“I’d make a terrible stay at home wife…can’t cook to save my life.” You laughed making him throw his head back laughing with you. 

“Come on let’s get a nice bath then maybe we can’t start looking at some places.” He offered as he helped you into the bath. 

************ 

“This place is so cute.” You gushed as you wandered into the pub ahead of the boys bouncing around excitably. 

“I’m starting to understand why you call her puppy.” James snorted as he wandered over to the bar to see his girlfriend. 

“Hey bar wench bring me so— 

“Sirius! Don’t talk to her like that!” You hissed as you slapped his arm just as James girlfriend plopped down 4 beers and a wine. 

“S’Fine lovey. I spat in his beer.” She snorted making Sirius start choking on his beer. 

“Woman you best be joking!” He shouted making you giggle as she shot you a wink. 

Everyone ordered some food and another round of drinks. Talking happily amongst themselves as people finally started pouring into the pub. You immediately noticed a lot of them were men which made you narrow your eyes a little in confusion but you shook the strange occurrence off turning to Sirius. 

“It’s picking up in here isn’t it?” James voiced with a frown. 

“Yeah we’ve got a local girl coming to play tonight. She very popular with the lads.” James girlfriend chuckled as a young girl walked in dressed in a cottagecore style pale green dress, lace cream coloured flats and a matching cream cardigan that was knitted. Her hair was in a plait with a few cute white flowers in it with virtually no makeup. She was stunning. 

“Shut up she’s about to play.” You whispered as you watched a sweet looking girl get up on stage with an laptop. She hit the space bar on a laptop set up next to her before she stops up straight. Her mouth hovering near the mic as the music started. 

However when she began singing she instantly had you all gaping at her in shock. 

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 10

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,8k

18+, minors do not interact

You had the feeling that you're sitting too stiff, your hands are too sweaty, your legs are like wood. Everything was off about you when he pierced you with his gaze. Panicking out of excitement, you instantly grabbed your phone, the screen illuminating your face as you checked the time.

''Nine minutes.'' You breathed out quietly, not looking at him.

''Mhm.'' He nodded with affirmation.

You were stiff fidgeting with your fingers. You could not think about anything to talk about. He was so close, so good looking, everything was dark, the only light source being the city lamps seen from the vast windows of his apartment.

''The semester nearly ended, you must have written all of your exams already, didn't you?'' He started and you were grateful he picked up the university topic once more.

''Yes, I don't have anything else to pass. Everything went well.'' You answered in a stiff manner.

''And how did you like my classes?'' His prying voice echoed in your head.

''They were interesting. I've really learned a lot of things.'' You started, feeling your breath shallow. ''Sometimes you were more demanding and... hard to please, professor.''

''You think I'm hard to please?'' You couldn't believe he caught that one not relevant phrase that you used because you were out of ideas.

''I just phrased out myself in a poor way, what I meant was...'' You wanted to explain but he interrupted you.

''I know what you meant, Miss Y/N.'' You literally had no idea whether he is still talking about the university or maybe...

Realising you're once again thinking about weird stuff you blushed hard. He saw it even in the dim light lurking out of the windows.

''What do you have on your mind?'' The white haired man didn't ask, he demanded an answer.

''Nothing in particular.'' You squeaked out.

''No need to lie to me.'' His slick voice smacked you with realisation.

Finally, you looked him in the eye. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had won something he really badly wanted. Your face expressed pure shock and guilt, you felt exposed.

''No need to be ashamed.'' He added upon seeing your facial expression. ''You're not the only one.'' Shinazugawa purred, looking innocently to the side.

Blinking a few times, you asked yourself whether you were the first person he treated that way... or maybe just the next one. Could Shinobu be right?

''But you're the only one not annoying me with your behaviour.'' He whispered, giving you a glance from under his long eyelashes.

For Shinazugawa this was now or never. He risked a lot, but his lust was just too big.

Then, just as you were about to say something in your defence, you heard something pop. Turning your head to the windows, you saw thousands of fireworks, erupting in the night sky. They covered all the stars with their colourful pieces. Something blasted next to your head and you spotted Shinazugawa opening the champagne bottle. Standing up, he poured you one glass and the other one for himself. Lifting it up in the air, he waited for you.

''Happy new year Miss Y/N.''

''H-happy new year.'' You mumbled.

''Answer me. Do you want this?'' His gaze pierced you.

''Hm?'' You were unsure of what he was asking.

Realising it, he moved closer to you, towering over your form.

''You're a smart girl, but I think I need to put this one more bluntly.'' Bending over slightly, he moved his face closer to yours, his hot breath tickling your ear. ''Do you want to go to bed with me?''

Your throat clenched as the answer desperately wanted to get out. Your mind was hazy with lust.

''...yes.'' You whispered.

His lips clashed with yours. You felt him taking the glass out of your hand. The world around spun as you focused on his mouth seeking entrance into your. He was not about to go slow. His hands sneaked under your thighs, picking you up. Still, kissing you he made his way to his bedroom.

Throwing you on the double bed, he looked upon you, his eyes glistening in the darkness.

''Turn around.'' he demanded and you obeyed.

Feeling his weight on the bed behind you, you saw his hands sneaking around your waist. He explored your body, grabbing and squeezing whatever he liked. Soon, the zipper of your black dress was undone and he was slipping it off of your arms. Helping him out, you freed yourself from the garthment. The man opened your bra and you were left only with your panties and stockings. Feeling exposed, you tried to cover your breasts with your hands but he didn't let you.

''Are you gonna hide from me now, after what you agreed to?'' He purred into your ear, making you loosen your arms.

Groping your breasts he kissed your neck. Moving his chin upwards he caressed your cheek with his face.

''How do you want me to take you?'' The white haired asked.

''I don't know.'' You answered, gasping as you felt him pinch your nipple.

''So, should I pick?'' His voice was heavy with lust and he seemed very pleased with where this was going.

''Yes.'' You mumbled.

''Okay.'' He snickered. ''If you would like me to stop with anything just say 'physics'.''

With that he grabbed your head and pushed it into the soft bed sheets. His other arm sneaked around your hips, pulling them up so that your ass was as high as he wanted it to be. Grabbing your panties he pulled with force, ripping them on their seam. A gasp escaped your lips when you felt a cold breeze on your folds.

He put one finger in his mouth, slicking it good and not waiting for any answer, he circled his fingertip around your entrance.

''Tell me to do it, I want you to please.'' He growled smacking your ass with his free hand.

A squeak found its way out of your throat.

''Please.'' You mumbled.

''Please what?''

Making up your mind, you decided that the last bits of shame were about to leave your body and mind.

''Please finger me, professor.'' You were ready to get what you wanted, but Shinazugawa suddenly stopped massaging your pussy.

Pushing his hips into your and his chest into your back, he once again hovered over your ear.

''Let's get one thing straight. If I'm about to rail you, you call me by my first name and you know damn well what it is.'' Pushing himself up he once again started to rub your entrance.

''Please, finger me... Sanemi.'' The sound of his name, so lewd in your lips, drew him crazy.

Sanemi pushed his long finger all the way between your walls, earning a gasp from you. He pushed it in and out a few times, stretching you. Then, he started to seek. Moving around in you slowly, he waited for that one hitched breath that was about to come out if he found it. Feeling him around in you, you clenched the bed sheets. Not knowing what to expect you just waited, grunting from time to time. Then, it hit you. He brushed around something that sent a faint signal down your spine and legs. It was not an explosion of pleasure but more like the first step. You gasped and tensed your tights which made your walls clench slightly.

This was the sign for him.

Bending over on you, he went back to that place making your hips start to move. The pleasure slowly, shyli building up in you. It was a light sensation that felt like it could be lost anytime. Sanemi was not about to make that happen. Seeing you picking up the game, as your body pushed into his, he clenched his fingers around your neck, pulling it up, arching your spine in a delightful manner. Moving his lips to your neck he whispered.

''Tell me where it feels the best baby.''

His teeth sunk into your skin and a new wave of pleasure escalated from your warm bottom. His other hand found your right breast and pinched on your erected nipple. Shinazugawa shifted his weight on you, standing on his knees and using the grabbing hand to steady himself. The three places where you felt a slight pain and overflowing pleasure mixed and made the sensation in your pussy triple.

Now it didn't feel like it was about to vanish, it was very physical and overwhelming. You felt your walls squeeze lightly and his snowwhite hair tickled your ear. Wanting to know how it feels, you tighten your kegel muscles and a loud moan escapes your lips. Breathing heavily you were not able to squeeze those muscles any longer, the sensation that it gave, pairing with his finger and mouth, was just too much.

''You ever had an orgasm?'' He asked, also panting a bit.

''Not really, agh, I don't think so.'' You spat out between your deep breaths.

''Then I'll give you your first one.'' He snickered into your ear. ''Clench them, open and close, the way you want, but don't stop.'' He ordered you and you did as he wanted.

Tensing your muscles once more you groaned from the amount of pleasure you felt. Doing as he told you, you soon found your own tempo that paired with his, making your lips part and soft moans escape them. The feeling built up making your head light. Your legs tensed more and more with every second, the muscles in your tights twitching from time to time delicately. Your hips moved side to side, brushing over his. His teeth and tongue marking your neck, making you feel absolutely wonderful. You knew it was going to leave marks, and that's what drew you over the line, the feeling of being his small, small, obedient slut.

You felt higher and higher as your body gave out more and more signs of the upcoming.

''Sanemi, ugh!'' You wanted to say something but the sound of his name made him bite you hard. ''I think I'm-I'm, mmm, is it not better to come, uh, together?'' You finally spat out.

''Oh baby, if you were squeezing me like that I would burst in a second. Let yourself relax first. If you want to give me real pleasure, say it out loud when you'll be cumming.''

Groaning at the sound of his voice you only lasted a short while.

An extreme wave of pleasure flushed through your body, from your core upwards. You were no longer in control of your own muscles as they acted on their own. Every tense sent a new, pleasing wave. Moaning out loud, you let yourself sink in that feeling.

''Sanemi!''

You gave your legs a break, falling on the bed, experiencing new parts of your body. After a few seconds your core stopped throbbing and you slowly started to focus on the world around you. Yoru head was spinning slightly as if you were intoxicated and your arms and legs felt relaxed, the warmth of your core calming down.

The man pulled his finger out of you, standing up slowly, looking at your lying form. He helped you up, holding you tightly, both of you sitting on your knees.

''How did it feel?'' He asked, pleased.

''Good, you made me feel good.'' You smiled, pushing your head into his chest.

He laughed slightly, turning you around on the bed. You looked him up and down, waiting for more.

''Are you just going to stare at me or will you finally undress me?'' He gave you a raised brow look.

Blushing, you took one of the buttons of his black shirt into your hands. Undoing it you revealed more and more of his toned chest. His muscles were standing proud in front of your face. Wondering how you achieved this, you let out a small sigh, done with your work. Helping him slide the shirt down, your breasts pushed into his exposed chest, as you looked at him. The man patted his belt. Quickly, you unmade it and he slid it out of his pants. You went to work with his trousers. Grabbing the button holding them on his hips you brushed his erection, realising it's there. Blushing hard, you proceeded, undressing him fully.

''Oh.'' A shocked sound left your throat as you standed, face to face with his erection. It was bigger than you expected. ''How will it fit?''

''You're a skillful girl, you'll manage.'' He smirked, proud of himself. ''Do you want to please me now?''

Nodding, you knew what to do.

Grabbing his penis in your hand, you moved your palm up and down slightly. Giving the tip a shy lick, you circled your tongue over it. Taking it all in your mouth, you sucked lightly, matching the movement of your hand. His beck straightened up as he was pleased with what you were doing. Speeding up a bit you sucked him more pushing his tip all around your cheeks from the inside and deeper in your throat. Unfortunately, you felt a blockade at the end that gave a gag reflex.

''Do you know how to deepthroat?'' He asked, looking down on you and caressing your cheek.

''No.'' You shook your head, taking him out of your mouth. ''Never done it.''

''I can teach you if you want.'' He glanced down. ''But you don't have to if you're not feeling like it, it's not easy.''

''I want to try.'' You bursted, excited.

''Okay, just be careful.'' He nodded. ''You need to take it further slowly. Sit comfortably and relax your back. Breath between pushes, when I'm out of your mouth. Try to surpass the gag reflex, pushing yourself a bit more every time. If you think it's too much just push out, I won't move until you say it's okay for me to do so. Most important, relax your throat, don't make sounds and focus on your breath. If you do that, you should be able to take it. Remember, it will still burn no matter how good you are in it so be sure you want to do it. It may hurt your throat afterwards.'' He gave you the instructions.

Focusing on your goal, you took him in as deep as you could. Feeling the tight sensation you pushed a little bit more, gagging instantly. Trying once more it was the same. The third time however, you felt like you could go a bit further. Repeating this action on and on you took more and more of him, feeling his taste deep down your mouth.

Meanwhile, Shinazugawa stared at you, your eyes closed as you learned how to please him. His manhood drips with your spit and disappears further in your mouth every time. To be fair he thought you wouldn't be able to do it, but he felt the back of your throat harder and harder within minutes. It was hard for him not to slam himself into you, yet, he didn't want to hurt you so he fought with himself, waiting for the moment. Closing his eyes, he relaxed and focused on his lower parts, experiencing all of your mouth. A small moan escaped his lips.

After some time you caressed the side of his hip making him open his eyes. Looking down he spotted your lips touching his pubic mound. Letting out a small laugh he tangled his fingers into your hair.

''Good girl, you learned really quickly. Now move faster.''

Doing as he asked you, you started to pull and push, picking up on your speed. Soon, you had a nice tempo, opening your throat for him everytime. Yes, it did hurt but you didn't care. The sensation building down in your pussy was more important.

Pulling out completely, you locked eyes with him.

''Deepthroat me.'' You stated.

''I think you're not ready...'' He wanted to oppose.

''Fuck mu throat NOW. You'll repay me in a while. Fuck my throat, please, Sanemi.''

''You really don't know what you're playing with, don't you?''

He grabbed the back of your head, pulling on your tangled hair and slammed himself down into you. Tears built up in your eyes and fell down your cheeks but he felt you relax even more. Seeing all the signals, he started to ride out your mouth, feeling his tip caress your back. Panting and moaning he pleased himself with you, you gladly accepted it.

Your body was limp and your head held tight by Sanemi, but you felt wonderful. You felt used just in the way you wanted.

Suddenly, he pulled out, not ending in your mouth.

''I want to fuck you.'' 

SERIES MASTERLIST

[tessbev]

Wow wow weeeee wow. Day 2

Actually before I get to the good stuff….

So i woke up for day 2 feeling great. No hangover whatsoever! Happy water living up to its name. Nick on the other hand had been up 6 times in the night getting sick (both ends🫠). He even put himself to bed much earlier than I did so we’re thinking it might have been some of the meat maybe?? Anyways, he “wakes up” (he actually didn’t sleep due to other people’s sleeping noises and what have you) so he’s a mess, and stays in bed basically unresponsive until the last moment. Remember also that he’s supposed to be driving himself on these windy roads for 6+ hours. One look at him and I knew he couldn’t (or more importantly shouldn’t) do that. None of the drivers spoke well enough English for them to understand the situation but after some phone calls and some broken conversations I got through to them that he needed a driver (the cost of the trip is a lot less if you were to drive yourself so he had already paid for a driver and when you’re driving you can’t take in any of the scenery like you can on the back). A stressful start but we got him a driver and the fresh air did him good. We start driving and what do we get blessed with?? SUNSHINE!!!! GLORIOUS SUNSHINE!!!! I started crying within the first 10 minutes ( happy tears).

The views were absolutely incredible, the sun was beaming we were so warm and everything was glowing. The difference the sun made was everything. I was expecting cold weather the whole way through so this was SUCH a treat. Throughout the day layers and layers were peeled off as we got to bask in the sun and feel the warm breeze. We went to the furthest most northern point of Vietnam. We saw the border to china and took a million photos and videos. I was feeling fabulous. Nick on the other hand was wishing he had never been born and will never sleep in a shared hostel room again lol. Also claims he’s never drinking again but it’s our friends’ birthday tomorrow so good luck.

When we got to the next hostel he paid extra for a private room so he could get some sleep *diva moment I was foreshadowing earlier* (in his defence the night before his pukey happy water fiasco we had the same group sleep situation in the hostel and he had gotten no sleep that night so he had 2 sleepless nights in a row and if there’s one thing to know about nick it’s he needs his 8-10 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Or else). He went to bed at 4 pm and woke up the next morning at 8 am so it was money well spent and he woke up a new human. I also should mention that the alternative to the private room was one HUGE room with like 30 people?? Maybe more?? And someone got sick all over their bed and it sounded like a nightmare. A bit too college-esque for my liking and nick would have most certainly lost his mind.

While nick was having his beauty sleep we had another family style dinner, delicious as usual! Same things as the night before but I feel like I could eat rice tofu and veg everyday for the rest of my life. You probably already guessed after the pukey story that the happy water was flowing. Lots of happy water. Maybe a bit too much but you live and learn. Not much to report about that night, had a great time and put myself to bed pretty early. One thing I love about drunk Tess is she always puts herself to bed before she can make a total fool out of herself. She also doesn’t get sick on her bed either (except that one time after my 19th birthday but I’ve grown up since those days)

Tumblr only lets me add 10 photos so I’ll make more posts with more pictures xx

[ssavanessa22]

Birthday Girl

Summary: after a long day of celebrating your birthday you and Spencer reflect on the future

Warnings: pregnancy

Paring: Spencer x pregnant! Fem! Reader

A/n: happy birthday @makailaa your ask for swallowed by tumblr but I hope you had a wonderful day and I hope you like this and a massive shout out to @boldlyvoid for being my beta and really helping me with this fic go read her fics guys they are an incredible writer. And I’m 5 away from 100 followers so please follow you won’t regret it :)

He was never really a fan of birthdays; after William left and it was just him and Diana, he never had time to celebrate like how a normal kid would. He was busy taking care of his mother. He was never around his peers much growing up, never having the typical experience that the average american child would. As he got older the fewer people he had to celebrate being on this earth for another 365 days.

“You could say he hated his birthday. Well, he hated it until he had someone to celebrate it with, and now that person just so happened to be you.”

Not only did you give him a new lease on life, you made him want to celebrate things like birthdays again just so he could see your face beam with happiness and surprise whenever he did something for you. All the stress of finding something for you was worth it for him because he knew every year after your birthday, like clockwork, you would call your mother 10 pm on the dot and spend a good half hour telling her how your birthday was; what spencer and your friends got you for your birthday, and how much you were loved.

And like clockwork after your phone call with your mother where you would always promise that you and spencer would come visit soon and an araye of I love you’s, you left the living room at 11:30pm and made your way to your bed to spend the last 30 minutes of your birthday with the man you love

You were a bit worried that Spencer would already be asleep; between working at the bau, grading papers and helping Derek renovate the new house you were going to move into, he had a lot on his plate. But as you got into playing with his hair, his body facing away from you, he turned around and rubbed his nose against yours “how was your yearly birthday conversation this time, love?”

“I didn't know you were still awake? I thought you had gone to bed?”

He feigned a joking look of betrayal and shock “me going bed without pillow talk with the birthday girl? That would be blasphemy, how do you think so low of me?”

“Okay , I am sorry that I would assume. In my defence, however, you have been falling asleep on me without pillow talk for the last 2 weeks so...”

slotting himself into your neck, he replied, “that’s different, baby, because all those days weren’t your birthday. Your birthday is a special day.”

“oh, okay ,well that makes a lot more sense now thanks you for explaining, and thank you for today this has been the best birthday ever, and me and mum just spoke about you know usual”

“Did you tell her about-''

“no, god no, I think if I told my mother that we were pregnant over the phone and not in person she would kill me and then you. we’ll tell her when we visit in two weeks” he left a flurry of kisses as he began rubbing his hand over your small baby bump.

“yeah probably for the best she would have burst your eardrum through the phone with how loud her reactions would have been”

“I love you and I love our little nugget and I love our life so much.”

he starts laughing into your neck he questions,”nugget? You have named our unborn child nugget?”

“I just poured my heart out to you and that’s all you're gonna take away from what I said is nugget.”

even though he was still laughing he answered “no, no, i was listening to the other stuff as well i just was blindsided by the name nugget, but I love you, too, and I love our life and I love nugget so much. Happy birthday, my love.”

“I love you, baby, thank you for the best birthday ever.”

As you turned to face away from him so he could be the big spoon his hand landed on your small bump slowly rubbing it up and down thinking about how his view on birthdays had changed so much since being with and having the love and support he desperately needed when he was younger, again thinking about how he would have another birthday to be just as excited for he lowered his face to be level with the small bump in your belly.

“Hey, little nugget, your mummy and daddy love you very much and would do anything for you, anything, and every birthday we will get you anything you want, and we will love you and support you no matter who you become. Your mummy is obsessed with birthdays, so even though I’m not well versed in them, you will always have the best day possible.”

Groggily you interrupted Spencer “don’t think I haven’t already planned your birthday extravaganza Spencer, ” poking your belly, “you too nugget birthdays 1 to 6 are gonna be bangers!”

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This Side of Normal Ch. 10

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Marinette glances around the silent table, willing Jason to say something. Or do something. Or even Dick. She needed one of them to start a conversation, because Adrien hated awkward silences. And if this silence went on much longer, he was definitely going to say something and then she would regret it. Horribly. 

“These rolls are purr-fect.” Adrien says, out of nowhere. Marinette lets out a groan, of course he’d skip straight ahead to the cat puns. Of course that’s where his freaking mind was tonight. 

“Aren’t they? I’d say Alfred’s cooking is pretty claw-some, myself.” Dick speaks up, grinning at Adrien. Marinette looks at him, wide eyed. 

“That’s it. I’ll find a new trapeze partner and a new best friend. Both of you are out of my life.” She deadpans, ignoring Adrien’s offended gasp. 

“But Bugaboo, who else would give you a hand with your crazy schemes?” Adrien asks, and Marinette turns to him, narrowing her eyes. 

“I swear to god if you take your arm off right now you will never find it again.” She threatens, pointing her fork at him from across the table. 

“But Mari, that joke needs the arm. It doesn’t work without it.” He pouts, she rolls her eyes and turns to Damian. 

“I apologize for him. He thinks he’s funny.” She says, turning her glance back at Adrien. “He’s wrong.” 

“Tt. I’m unbothered by his sense of humor. I have lived with Grayson for eight years. His humor is nothing compared to those horrors.” Damian quips, and Marinette swears his lips almost quirk into a smile. She snorts. 

“Guess I made the right choice in throwing Dick to the curb, huh?” She teases, ignoring Dick’s gasp and Adrien’s reassurance to the man. Honestly, who was the adult here? 

“It was for the best, Dupain-Cheng.” Damian says and Marinette winces slightly. The only person who called her by her last name (in regular conversation, anyway) was Chloe. And while the girl had long since given up full on bullying her, she still wasn’t Marinette’s best friend in the world. 

“You can call me Marinette, my last name is kind of a mouthful.” She says, trying to be nonchalant about it. She’d heard him refer to everyone else as their last name the entire evening. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but him calling her Dupain-Cheng was going to make her uncomfortable in the long run. 

“Very well.” He says, and though he doesn’t say her name, she still counts it as a win. A throat clearing catches her attention and she glances at Jason who was glaring at Damian. 

“What’s up, Jay?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Nothing Pixie Pop. Just thinking about the time you kicked the ass of that would be mugger.” He says, and Marinette frowns. Mugger? “You know, the one that was obsessed with you?” He clarifies, and she understands. Copycat had been reakumatized during Jason’s stay in Paris. And he had wanted nothing more than a date with Ladybug. Though, she couldn’t understand why he was bringing it up now. 

“I am so lost.” She admits, shaking her head at her pseudo-brother. He grins. 

“That’s fine, just sharing that you can kick ass with the table. In case someone wants to try something.” He says pointedly. Oh. He definitely caught the heart eyes she sent Damian back in the gym. Can he blame her, though? Her weakness was green eyes. And Damian’s were the greenest. 

“I did walk in on you hogtied, Todd. I assumed she was a reputable fighter after that.” Damian says, and Marinette blushes furiously. 

“I’m sorry, what happened?” Mr. Wayne asks, his vapid (and fake) smile replaced with a faux look of bewilderment. She briefly wondered if it was exhausting, putting on a constant act, until she remembered how tired she was throughout collège, before she started lycée and decided she didn’t really care. Yeah, acting constantly was tiring. But why did he do it? Jason nudges her lightly and she blinks, focusing back on the conversation. 

“Oh, Jason and I sparred. He apparently had forgotten that I use my surroundings to my advantage and that Adrien is always on my side.” She explains, shooting Jason a smug smile. Jason huffs. 

“Not always.” He says, and Marinette raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms and giving him a challenging look. 

“Oh really? Name one time that Adrien took your side instead of mine.” She challenges. She grins as Jason starts to think, obviously wracking his brain. 

“Earlier today!” Adrien pipes up, and she immediately turns to him, glaring. 

“What?” She asks, confused. What had- oh. Of fucking course. “That doesn’t count!” She protests, narrowing her eyes. 

“Why not?” Adrien asks, raising an eyebrow in a challenge. She scoffs. 

“Because it wasn’t a fight or argument or anything. It was a joke.” She says. 

“Are you talking about the adoption shit, cause that was definitely not a joke. All the kids B adopts definitely have trauma and certain features.” Jason cuts in, and Marinette sighs. Of course he would clue in. 

“But- no. No. That was a fluke. A glitch in the matrix, obviously. You literally cannot name a singular other time. And technically, ya big jerk, you didn’t even name this time. Adrien did.” Marinette points out, glaring at Jason. 

“I’m sorry, how long have you three known each other?” Mr. Wayne cuts in again, and this time- this time- she sees that some of the confusion on his face is real. But it looks odd, like he wasn’t used to expressing a real emotion. She really needed to remind herself to talk to Jason about this later. She didn’t necessarily want to make it a habit to stick billionaire fathers with asshole tendencies in jail, but she would. She’d do it for her boys. Any day of the week. She hums in thought, adding up the time. The anniversary of Gabriel’s defeat had been a few weeks ago, which meant-

“We’ve known Jason for just over a year.” She says, before glancing at Adrien and grinning. “But I’ve been stuck with this goof for four years.”

“You know you love me.” Adrien says with a wide grin. She rolls her eyes. 

“How exactly did you meet Jason?” Mr. Wayne asks, and she kind of wants to throw her fork at him. What was it, interrogate the random kids at dinner night? Though, to be fair, they were random kids in his house. But she refused to like the man until she’d talked to Jason about the potential assholeish tendencies. 

“He helped me learn some self defence after I got caught up in an akuma attack.” Marinette lies smoothly. Well, it was technically a half truth. But the Waynes didn’t need to know that she was always caught up in akuma attacks. 

“Akuma?” Mr. Wayne asks, and Marinette glances at Jason with a frown. Had he not told his father about anything? Not even the basics? 

“Wait, is that what the thing that flooded Paris is called?” Dick asks suddenly and Marinette nearly flinches from the memory. That was one of the akumas that still gave her nightmares. One of the ones that was burned in the back of her eyelids when all she wanted was to sleep. And not think about bloated corpses and dead classmates for one goddamn minute. She lets out a steadying breath, glancing at Jason whose face had changed from annoyance to concern. She resists the urge to roll her eyes. She could talk about akumas. It was the past. Sure, she had refused all of the therapy options her parents gave her and Adrien, but she didn’t need it. She was fine. 

“Yeah. Technically, her akumatized name was Siren. But, the general term for those attacks was ‘akuma’.” She says, gripping her fork a little tighter than necessary, grounding herself with Tikki’s reassuring nudges from inside her purse. 

“There were more?” Dick asks, his eyes wide. Marinette glances at Jason and raises an eyebrow. Why had he not said anything? He’d been there for an entire month of Hawkmoth’s reign. He’d seen dozens of akuma attacks. Jason shrugs. Thank Jay. Super helpful. 

“When you get down to it, there were probably hundreds if not thousands more. Some people, like Siren, were turned into the same akuma several times. Some people became a different akuma when they were akumatized again. I think it just depended on the person or their issue.” Marinette explains, hating how dry her mouth felt all of a sudden. She could talk about this. She could. So why was everything a little too bright? Why was the sound of forks against plates a little too loud? 

“Did the Justice League stop it?” Damian asks, though by his tone, he seems to already know the answer. Odd. 

“No, the local heroes did. Ladybug and Chat Noir.” Marinette says, ignoring the constricting feeling in her chest. 

“Why-” Mr. Wayne starts, but Jason clears his throat. Everyone glances at him, and Marinette is unsurprised to see the flicker of anger in his eyes. Especially after she glances at Adrien and sees how pale he’s gotten. She kicks him lightly under the table to get his attention, frowning at him in a silent question. He nods, slightly. She purses her lips, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But they could talk later. Away from eager ears. 

“I’m sure you remember what Dick said about my phone call from when I first arrived in Paris. Marinette and Adrien dealt with attacks like that interrupting their day to day lives from thirteen to sixteen. I get that you’re not the best at knowing when to drop the damn topic, but I really think you should drop the damn topic.” Jason says, and though he’s smiling, Marinette can see the danger behind it. The warning. ‘Drop it, or I’ll make you’. 

“My apologies, it was just so interesting.” Mr. Wayne says and this time Marinette winces at the falseness in his voice. And the smile on his face. God, this man could not have lasted a day in Hawkmoth’s Paris. 

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Finally, finally, dinner was over. After the akuma talk ceased, it was extremely awkward. Mr. Wayne looked like he would rather be anywhere else. And Marinette couldn’t blame him, wanting nothing more than to get back to her hotel room and away from the constant lack of real emotion on the eldest Wayne’s face. It was tiresome, just watching him. 

“Thanks again, for having us.” Marinette says, mostly directing her comment to Dick and Alfred. Alfred just nods. 

“Of course! Come back any time. Really soon, actually, so we can work more on the trapeze. I can’t lose my new trapeze buddy.” Dick says with a wide smile. Marinette holds back a sigh, nodding instead. She liked Dick, she did. But she’d definitely have to make sure that Mr. Wayne wouldn’t be around. She still wasn’t sure what to think of him. 

“You should also spar with me, some time.” Damian speaks up and Marinette blinks in surprise. 

“Spar. With...you?” She says, tilting her head in confusion. That came out of nowhere. 

“Yes. You took down Todd easily, and I am far superior. You would actually have a challenge if we sparred.” He says. She smirks, and suddenly, with a burst of confidence she didn’t know she had, says:

“Sure thing, Pretty boy.” Before turning and walking straight out the door. The second she’s outside, she drops her head into her hands. “I can’t believe I just said that.” She mumbles under her breath. 

“Pretty boy?” Adrien says with a smirk, she glares at him and moves down the front steps. 

“Fuck you.” She says, no real venom in her voice. The boy knew how she got around crushes. He’d seen it firsthand. With him. With Luka. With Kagami. With the girl with bright green eyes who worked at the coffee shop across the street from the bakery. She was an absolute disaster. He was worse, but still. He wasn’t the one with the quickly developing crush on the youngest Wayne. 

“Pretty boy?” Jason asks, a scowl on his face as he catches up to the two. 

“Not another word, Jason.” She scowls at him, crossing her arms defiantly. He holds his hands up in surrender. 

“Sure.” He says. Her mind rushes suddenly to her previous thought. Youngest Wayne. Damian Wayne. Hadn’t Lila- she snorts, before erupting into uncontrollable laughter, ignoring the worried looks from Adrien. 

“I- oh my god, Jay.” She manages to say, straightening up and following Jason to the car he was borrowing to drive them back to the hotel.

“I’m completely lost.” He says.

“Join the club.” Adrien adds, and Marinette just laughs again. 

“Your little brother is Damian Wayne.” She says, as if it should be obvious. Jason doesn’t get it, and neither does Adrien. But after a moment-

“Oh my god, that’s hilarious!” Adrien cries, letting out a chuckle. Jason huffs as the trio get into the car. 

“Care to share with the class?” He asks, and Marinette snorts. 

“Absolutely not, I dislike the majority of those people.” She says, referring to the group who was hopefully already in their rooms and not in the lobby of the hotel. “Now it’s funny that your brother is Damian Wayne because Lila made us come to Gotham instead of New York and London, because she’s dating him.” She explains and Jason scoffs. 

“Yeah right.” 

“Obviously she’s not actually dating him, Jay. But it’s freaking hilarious that she thinks she’s gonna get away with it. He definitely goes to Gotham Academy, and people are definitely going to call her out.” She says, not even trying to hide the absolute glee she’s feeling. If there was ever a time for all of Lila’s lies to come crashing down around her, now would be good. When she can’t just run away and claim Marinette set it up. If people Marinette didn’t even know called Lila out, well, that would be irrefutable evidence, right? 

“Her regime is gonna topple and I’m gonna take you guys out for ice cream to celebrate.” Jason declares and Marinette laughs again. She was so against the idea of Gotham originally, but now, with Jason at their sides again, she’d decided that it wasn’t so bad. Suddenly remembering what had been on her mind most of the night, she turns to Jason. 

“Jay, I have a serious question. And I know it’s a little hard to talk about but just know that we’re here for you to support you, and that we’ll figure out a way to make sure you and your brothers are safe and-” 

“Whoa, Pix, calm down kiddo. You’re rambling again.” He says gently, furrowing his eyebrows. He pulls the car over to the side of the road and turns to put his full attention on the two. “What’s bothering you?” He asks. 

“Is Mr. Wayne abusive?” She asks and Jason blinks. “I saw how hesitant you were to call him your father, and you were tense around him a lot of the night. And I don’t think the man had one legitimate expression all night. He was acting the whole time.” Marinette says, looking at him worriedly. “Look, Jay, I don’t necessarily want to make a habit of putting billionaires in jail, but I’d do it for you.” 

“Is he- you would-” Jason stops and lets out a breath, obviously trying to compose himself. “No, kiddo, he’s not.” He finally says. Marinette frowns. 

“Really?” She asks, and he sighs. 

“Yeah, look. Our relationship has been...rough, for a couple years. We had a sort of falling out when I was a teenager and I stopped talking to him for several years. We reconnected a while ago, but it’s still rocky at times. I don’t usually call him dad or father or anything. He’s just Bruce, or B, to me.” Jason explains and Marinette nods, letting out a small sigh of relief. 

“I was worried, Jay.” She admits, and Jason grins at her before pulling away from the curb again. 

“I didn’t even catch on.” Adrien says with a frown. Marinette rolls her eyes, smiling at him with fondness. 

“Course you didn’t Kitty. Reading people isn’t really your strong suit.” She says with a small smile. He huffs, but nods in agreement. 

“True.” He says and Marinette laughs. She could officially take Bruce Wayne off her ‘threat to be dealt with immediately’ list and move him to ‘possible future annoyance’ list. A big improvement for the man, and it would mean she wouldn’t be as tense around him the next time she saw him.

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Batfam Alphabet: L - Language 

Summary: Jason doesn’t hesitate to drag his brothers down with him when Bruce starts reprimanding him about the type of language he uses on a daily basis. 

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“Well this is just a load of bullshit! Why do they have to intervene? We’re perfectly capable of handling this.” Jason huffs and crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair. He can’t believe what he's hearing.

On the opposite side of the table Bruce levels him with a hard look. “Watch your language Jason.”

Jason blinks before sitting up straight. “What, it’s not like the kid is currently around to overhear."

“Jason!”

Glaring at the man, Jason scowls. This seems to be a regular topic of conversation between them recently because according to Bruce Jason swears too much, especially when he’s around Damian. The man, for whatever reason, wants Jason to be a good role model for the kid and apparently that includes him not swearing.

So now anytime he swears, Bruce points it out with a matching scolding tone and expression.

It’s a ridiculous notion because Jason being who he is was brought up with swearing, living on the streets for so many years exposed him to all kinds of things, one of which being the language people use. Swearing is just part of his vocabulary, half of the time he isn’t even aware he is doing it. As long as he’s not swearing at someone, then surely there should be some leniency.

“Oh come on!” He exclaims with a wave of his hands. “He’s been raised as an assassin, he was already tainted before we even met. Me saying a few words isn’t doing any harm.”

Before Bruce could respond a new voice joins the conversation. “To be fair you do swear a lot. Maybe you should try and tone it down.”

Jason turns to his right to glare at his older brother who’s lounging comfortably next to him. “Oh fuck off, Dick, no one asked for your opinion.”

Dick stares back unimpressed, he raises both eyebrows as if to say, “really?”

Jason recalls what he said and grits his teeth.

He points menacingly at Dick. “That doesn’t prove anything. Quite frankly I grew up in Crime Alley, of course I’m gonna swear, you hear it every minute in that place and typically as a kid you’re gonna pick up the habit. You know what they say old habits die hard.”

“Just like you did?” A different voice retorts with a snort.

Jason switches his gaze to Tim, who is opposite him next to Bruce currently playing with his phone, and blinks at him in surprise. “Uh, excuse me? I don’t know whether to be insulted or proud by that.”

It’s usually only him who makes death jokes so it’s come as a surprise to find Tim making one, a well-timed one too. Jason shakes his head, he’ll deal with those emotions at another time.

“Anyway, if we’re talking about who swears too much then why aren’t you giving Tim a lecture? He swears like a bloody sailor. If anyone needs reprimanding on his language it’s him!”

Tim abruptly stops fiddling with his phone and looks up, he rolls his eyes and glowers at him. “Jesus Christ that’s so immature Jason. How old are you, 10? I’m no way near as bad as you.”

His response gets a gleeful chuckle out of Jason. He knows exactly how the next few minutes are about to play out and he can’t wait. While the focus of the conversation had been on him, he’s glad for the opportunity to move it onto someone else and Tim happens to be perfect for the new spotlight.

Without any hesitation Jason digs into his pocket and grabs his phone. Once he has the device in hand he starts searching for the video he has saved for this very purpose. Call him petty, but he knew it would be good blackmail material one day.

“Oh really?” He drawls out, finally finding the video he had been looking for, “then what do I have here…” Jason clicks play and puts it on speaker so everyone in the room would be able to hear the audio.

After a second the sound of Tim’s voice could be heard. The teenager was clearly angry about something and certainly wasn’t holding back from letting his anger be known through his choice of words.

“You bloody bastard, why won’t you work you piece of shit. By god this is pissing me off now, I’ve been at this all fucking day and you’re still not fucking working. I am going to kill…”

The recording lasts for about a minute and is filled with Tim swearing his head off, cursing at everything and everyone and making empty threats. Once it’s finished Jason turns his phone off, puts it back in his pocket and leans back in his chair feeling smug about the situation.

“I rest my case.”

His words are met with a stunned silence in the room. Tim is blushing hard with his head buried in his hands. Next to him Bruce looks concerned, probably for Tim’s mental health and wellbeing. Dick’s staring at Tim with shock spread across his features.

After a few beats Tim lifts his head from his hands but keeps his eyes down staring at the table so he could avoid everyone’s eyes. “Okay in my defence the technology was really piss–annoying me. It wouldn’t work and I couldn’t work out why so I got frustrated and that happened.”

His response makes Jason snort and causes Dick to shake his head in disbelief. He knew Tim could be feisty but until that moment he never realised how bad his temper could get. Jason’s honestly impressed. However that doesn’t mean he’s letting Tim get away with it, especially when he’s getting blamed for something Tim does just as much of as him.

If he's going down then he’s dragging Tim down with him. It’s just unfortunate that he doesn’t have anything on Dick.

Jason’s broken out of his thoughts on ways he could get blackmail material on Dick when Tim speaks up again. He’s finally looking up at everyone though his still flushed face shows his prior embarrassment.

“Let’s be honest, is swearing really all that bad? As long as we’re not swearing at people then I think it’s fine. We’re not harming anyone. Who cares if we swear a little too much. And anyway, doesn’t everyone swear at some point?”

“Clark doesn’t.” Dick pipes up next to him.

Jason snorts. “That’s because big blue is a boy scout, of course he isn’t going to swear. He doesn’t count. Plus we’re from Gotham after all, it’s not like this is the most impeccable place in the world.”

Dick becomes thoughtful, humming his response. “Yeah that’s true I guess.”

“Boys.”

The three brother’s all turn and look at Bruce who had called for their attention. Jason had forgotten the man was even there, he had surprisingly been quiet until now. Maybe it’s because Clark was brought into the conversation, it must have peaked his interest. Jason files that information away for later.

“It doesn’t matter how much any of you swear, you shouldn’t do it at all. Damian is still young, he doesn’t need to grow up listening to that sort of language despite his initial upbringing.” Bruce firmly says, looking at each of them in turn. “You all know better and have good manners, going forward I expect you to use them.”

As Bruce rattles on about proper manners and the importance of them, Jason finds himself resisting the urge to smile. With every second that passes, it threatens to break out on his face. What makes matters worse is that he knows he shouldn’t smile, this isn’t a smiling matter considering how serious Bruce is being but the man is making it difficult to concentrate and to take the topic seriously.

Jason glances to the right to find Dick staring at Bruce with a hand covering the lower part of his face and Jason can tell that his brother is in the exact same boat as he is.

Apparently all it takes for him to break is Dick to glance at him and for them to make eye contact.

After that Jason couldn’t help himself but to burst out laughing, next to him Dick also breaks out into a fit of giggles. They laugh for a good while until they’re able to start calming down, by that point Jason’s cheeks are hurting and he even had tears forming in his eyes. As he takes a deep breath to compose himself he makes the mistake of looking over at Dick again, Dick looks back at him too and just like that they fall into another uncontrollable laughing fit.

While laughing Jason gets a glimpse of a confused looking Tim and a disappointed Bruce, but it’s Bruce’s scowling expression that triggers off another wave of giggles.

It takes even longer for the two of them to calm down. As he sits there Jason repeatedly takes deep breaths in order to collect himself. Once he’s calmed down a little, now able to breathe somewhat normally, he could feel how his sides are aching, how his cheeks hurt from the wide smiling and the tears coming from his eyes. He can’t remember the last time he laughed so hard that it hurt, and over something so trivial nonetheless.

When it feels like he’s finally composed himself he risks a glance at Dick to find his brother also in the state of calming down though there’s still a wide grin on face. He then looks at Bruce who is still staring at the two of them with his disappointed look. That’s almost enough to set himself off again. Almost.

“If you’re both quite done, we have important business to discuss, may I remind you that being the reason we’re meeting to begin with.”

“Hey, you’re the one who started on the whole language topic that derailed us in the beginning.” Jason defends himself and his brother’s. All Bruce does is huff at that, knowing Jason is right and can’t defend himself against it otherwise. Jason smirks victoriously.

Opposite him, Tim sighs loudly and makes a show to sitting up straight and sorting out some of the paperwork between them all on table. “Enough already, can we just go over the details and the police reports again and get to the end of this. I have better things to do than hear everyone bicker about language and manners.”

Dick gives the youngest a side look. “What you got planned? Is that who you were messaging just now? Is it your boyfriend?”

“What? No. Just friends. I ain’t telling you.” Tim snaps glaring at Dick.

Jason whistles. “Timmy’s getting some tonight then eh? Make sure to stay safe and use protection.”

“Jason!”

“Well he’s not wrong Tim, but where are you going? We need to know so if something happens we know where to look first.” Dick’s looking more concerned by the minute and Jason could see the flip switch from carefree older brother to over-bearing mother hen.

Tim blinks at them before turning his gaze to Bruce. In a whining voice he pleads the man, “Bruce, get them to stop!”

To begin with all Bruce does is run a hand over his face like he’s regretting every life choice he’s made and how he would rather be anywhere else but here. After a moment he sends exasperated looks at his eldest sons.

“Not much more to go, then we should be all caught up and ready to proceed with the case further tomorrow. Is it too much to ask for your full attention for the remaining hour?”

Jason sighs and sits up straighter, knowing play time is over and it’s time to be serious. One more hour won’t hurt, then afterwards there’s nothing stopping him from having a little fun is there. He nods at Bruce and picks up the piece of paper closet to him to examine the page. Dick does the same and finally Bruce proceeds with their meeting.

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MORNING CUDDLES.

eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 2.8k

note(s): eiji and his partner call each other love 25/8 and no u cannot tell me otherwise >:(

italian translation - translator !!

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Your hand snuck its way out from under the duvet, blindly searching for your phone in order to shut off the nuisance that was your alarm. Once you did, you slowly let your eyes drift open and meet the blank canvas of the ceiling above.

The sun was peeking through the blinds off to the left side, causing streaks of light to form on your bedroom walls and bed itself. None of them obstructed your vision luckily, there was nothing worse than lying in bed only to have the sun blind you. A light snore interrupted your tiredness and caused your eyes to open wider, directing them off to the right to meet that of your boyfriend, Eijirou.

As per usual, he looked at peace during his state of slumber. His mouth hung slightly open to reveal his iconic sharpened teeth as snores broke through them. His usual gelled up hair was now ironed down to structure his face and practically conceal it with the amount there. It swept over one of his eyes - though didn't stop the scar on his right one peeking through. The rest of his hair was mushed up between his cheek and the pillow his head lay on.

You smiled at the sight, losing yourself in his handsomeness for a moment before leaning forwards to peck his forehead softly. You then pulled back the covers on your side, making an effort (reluctantly) to sit yourself up and swing your legs over the end of the bed. Just as you were about to find the means to stand, something tugged you back causing you to gasp. It was only when Eijirou's voice hit your ear that you processed what happened.

"Morning," The redhead let out, voice hoarse and deeper than usual to signal the classic case of morning croak, something you always loved to hear first thing. An arm snaked around your front to pull you back against Eijirou's abdomen. With a little smile, you turned your face to the love of your life, who was tiredly gazing at you.

"Good morning," You faintly sang. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhhm," Eijirou replied, using his spare hand to reach up and rub his waking eyes at the same time as he released a mighty yawn. "You?"

"Like a baby," Was your answer as Eijirou allowed his hand to gently graze your forearm affectionately. You hummed softly, not wanting to move one bit from the comfort. If anything, you would have liked to have remained under his touch the entire day. Something about his subtle physical signs of adoration brought you head over heels for him, even more so than you already were. But you knew it couldn't last forever. So after a minute of sweet quiet, you proceeded to shift forwards to try and get up. Only to find the grip on you tighten and a disgruntled noise of protest to leave Eijirou's throat.

"Love, I gotta get up," You spoke and turned back to him with a sigh. "I've got that meeting at 10, remember?"

"No," Was the only thing you received back from your partner. Eijirou looked up gently into your E/C eyes. "Five more minutes?"

At first, you went to say a flat no, mainly because you'd expected him to act like this despite knowing full well you were going out. But you eventually concluded on a compromise to try and be smart about it. Fingers playing with the sheets of your bed, you spoke up once more.

"How about you let me go grab us a hot drink and then five more minutes?" It seemed to do the trick. Eijirou paused in thought before gently mumbling an 'okay', the grip on you loosening to give you the freedom to stand up. Once you stood upright you looked back to Eijirou, who was following your every move through tired red eyes.

"I'll come back in sec okay?"

"You better,"

This clingy side to Eijirou usually came out on the first day or two of him having time off work. Since he was a Pro-Hero he could sometimes be working days on end without a break, so moments like this the pair of you really treasured to maintain a healthy relationship. You smiled during your trip to the kitchen, his touch still on your mind as you started to prepare yourself a steaming F/H/D and a simple black coffee for Eijirou.

On your way back to the bedroom you made a pit stop to go to the toilet and somewhat freshen yourself up. All you did was brush your hair and wash your face (you planned to do make-up later) and then you were heading back to Eijirou. You opened the door with your foot since both hands were occupied by mugs.

"I told you I wasn't going to be long,"

"It was too long," His voice came from the bundle of covers, a head poking out from under as you saw a flash of a toothy grin. It was more tired than usual but still held the same passion nonetheless.

"Somebody's impatient,"

"Whatever. Now let me use you as a pillow," Eijirou uttered, waiting for you to put the drinks down and to get into bed. Pulling back the cream covers of your shared bed you were soon engulfed by arms as a head found refuge on your chest.

"Happy?" You said with a laugh. Eijirou nodded and let his eyes close, listening to the sound of your heartbeat against his cheek with a soft grin. He then felt himself get even more at home when your fingertips guided themselves to play with the ends of his hair.

"Yes,"

---

"Come on, Eijirou... I need to go get ready," You whined, rolling your eyes at the silence you received back. Only the soft and light pecks of kisses landing on your shoulder blade signalled Eijirou's distraction, almost pretending to be deaf for his own personal benefit. You rolled back in order to make him stop, looking up at Eijirou in protest. At first, he sent you a nearly offended gaze at daring to make such a movement, claiming he wasn't finished and had intentions of carrying on. Though slowly his jaw altered to a pout, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Do you have to go?" Eijirou mumbled and leaned down to peck your lips.

"Yes, I do," You answered.

"Can't you just call in sick or something?"

"I already did that three weeks ago... so probably not,"

"Please?"

"I said I can't. Now get up, lazy bones,"

You went to get up once more, this time forcing yourself through the gripping fingers and hands of Eijirou to escape the bed. When you came out successful you released a small laugh of triumph much to Eijirou's dismay. It was there you walked to your closet and took the clothes hanging over the door on a clothing hanger, looking back at Eijirou whose face had now emerged further from under the covers to watch you.

"Is it even an important meeting, love?" Eijirou said, eyes following as you shuffled back to the bed and put the clothes at the bottom. You released a sigh as you turned to put the clothing hanger back in the closet, not aware of the cheap move Eijirou made when you weren't looking and instead answered his question.

"Not really? But because I missed the last one - no thanks to you, I think it'd be better I should get to this one," Wandering back to the bed, slipping off the shirt you'd stolen off Eijirou the night before as you did, Eijirou rolled his eyes and undermined your words.

"So... miss this one and go to the next,"

"As I recall you said that last time and promised you wouldn't say it when it occurred again... but here we are," There was a little smirk on your face when you caught him rolling his eyes, and in response, you playfully tossed the shirt you'd had on at the redhead. Eijirou snickered and managed to catch it before it hit his face, going to crumple it into a ball and place it next to him.

"You throw like a girl,"

"And you scream like one, doofus,"

"I'm not a doofus... doofus,"

Eijirou couldn't help but smirk in amusement at you, his face lighting up all the more into a bright beam when he heard a laugh release on your part. You were just finishing buttoning up your collar shirt as Eijirou watched, arms crossing over his chest. He cocked his head back against the headrest as well as to the side in thought.

"I ever tell you that you look good in shirts like that?" The redhead stated, receiving a glare that had formed on your face.

"Don't you get any ideas,"

"Wasn't suggesting any, just stating the obvious," He raised his arms in defence as you sat down on the bed by his legs, reaching for the blazer.

"That's also something you said last time and look what happened there - wait where's my...?" You were one sleeve through your blazer when you noticed that one of your pieces of clothing was missing. The navy blue pencil skirt that matched your top half to be more specific. You looked behind and around you, and also to the closet thinking you forgot to grab it with everything else, proceeding to frown in thought.

You swore you hung it up there and -

With a heavy exhale, you felt your body twist around and turn to a particularly quiet Eijirou sitting behind you.

His expression read it all like he was trying to be both obvious and mysterious all in one go in order to get you to question him. It most definitely worked, a hand meeting your hip as you stood upright and quirked a quizzical brow.

"Eiji?"

"Hm? What is it, dearest?"

"Can I have my skirt back please?"

"What do you mean? I don't have your skirt," His growing smirk and amusement in his eyes betrayed his words, refusing to make eye contact with you in a playful manner you'd seen countless times before.

"Okay, so where is it then?"

"I don't know," He innocently shrugged. "Maybe the skirt fairy came and took it,"

"The skirt fairy," You repeated, disbelief laced in your voice.

"Yep," He said through a laugh. "I don't know what to tell you, love. There can't be any other explanation,"

"Just give me back my skirt before I get behind on time,"

"I don't have it,"

"Yes, you do,"

"No, I don't,"

"Don't make me jump you, bitch,"

"I honestly wouldn't com- oof!"

Before Eijirou could finish his sentence, he only just managed to catch you when you pounced at him without remorse. Luckily he just managed to protect himself and readjusted your intended position, victoriously smirking up at you and pointing a finger.

"Hah! Not this time!"

"I hate you sometimes,"

"No, you don't. You love me,"

"I swear to god -," You let out, arms crossing over your chest. Eijirou had sat you on top of him, legs on either side of him as he remained under the covers. "Can I please just have my skirt back?"

"You mean the one that's under the sheets by my feet?" He blankly stated, letting his hands rest themselves on your hips quite comfortably. He couldn't help but laugh at your less than amused expression.

"Why can't you just let me get ready?"

"I'm not stopping you... I'm just making it more difficult,"

"Educate me on how?"

"Well the only way to get your skirt is to get back into bed... and if you get back into bed I'm not letting you get back out,"

"You're really being this persistent, hm?"

"Maybe a little more than intended,"

You hopelessly sighed, looking at the ceiling with a mental cry of both impatience and leisure. The inner want to go to your wardrobe and pull out a fresh skirt was the easy way out, yes, but the temptation of the game Eijirou intended to play was getting to you more than expected. That and you knew he wouldn't let you simply get off him, the grip on your waist not only implying endearing affection.

Eijirou raised his voice, reeling you back to his attention. Despite your annoyance, you did make an effort to admire his features. From his loose hair to his fixed jawline where the tint of a smirk riddled with confidence rested. The pretty glow in his carmine gaze drew you in each time without a fault. He was so undeniably attractive, no doubt about it.

"You know what sounds fun?"

"What?" Partly having a sense of what was to leave his lips.

"If you...," He paused as he subtly cocked his head at you. "Stayed in bed and cuddled with me all morning," Another pause. "Because I haven't seen you in four or five days and I miss you,"

"But we watched a movie and spent some time together last night knowing I was going out today,"

"Yeah but... you're cute on a morning,"

"Opposed to other times when I'm not?" It was Eijirou's turn to send you a little glare in protest before he returned to his pleading nature.

"You're cute all the time,"

Yet another few seconds of quiet.

"Just - stay with me today? And do your meeting-thingy tomorrow?"

"You, Eijirou Kirishima, are going to be the death of me," Leaning down to rest your forehead on Eijirou's shoulder whilst releasing a long groan from the back of your throat. Maybe not so great of an idea since that allowed him to wrap you right into his grasp, you held yourself there briefly as he allowed his fingertips to mess with your hair.

"Probably," Eijirou mumbled softly, tilting his head against yours as he once again let his touch wander. The unexpected cuddle definitely didn't go unnoticed as you pondered in your position, practically ready to fall asleep when Eijirou started to rub up and down your back. Like a moth to a flame, he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing that in the end, he was always going to get his own way. Of course, in other circumstances, he'd usually let you win. But not when it came to morning cuddles.

Definitely not when it came to morning cuddles.

As if waiting for you to talk, Eijirou stared into your strands of H/C hair whilst inhaling the scent of coconut from the shampoo you used the evening prior. He expectantly caressed your hip, his final attempt to win you over confidently coming to a climax at the word that exited your mouth.

"Fine,"

You could practically feel the smirk against the back of your head as Eijirou's touch became all the more prominent and rewarding. He let one of his arms extend out to grab your phone, handing it over to you as you hesitantly sat up with a hotness to your cheeks and found the contact of your workplace.

Eijirou simply watched you the whole time, taking you all in like he was casting gaze upon you for the first time. No matter how many times that happened, he still managed to find you all the more beautiful. He ran a hand through his flattened hair and exhaled merrily as he let your voice sink into his ears, watching the smile on your face grow as you caught him looking.

"Yeah - Again, I'm really sorry I can't make it, Eijirou caught something whilst working and he's bound to the bed cause' of it," You held up crossed fingers in hopes you wouldn't sound like you were lying, glancing at your boyfriend who appeared to chuckle.

And yet again your lie went unnoticed. The call was over in seconds, tossing your phone to the empty side of the bed.

"Why'd you say I was sick?"

"Because if I said it was me they'd probably ask about the last time you forced me to stay off, and how often I'm apparently unwell,"

"Right,"

"But, it looks like you got your way," You said, going to change out the white shirt to put your pyjama shirt back on, placing the work clothes to the bottom of the bed as Eijirou waited patiently.

"Come," Was all he said once you looked back at him, opening his arms for you to sink into. Which you did, reaching that comfortable position within his grasp as though you belonged there. Except this time, Eijirou directed your face towards his, pulling your lips to his in one smooth addicting manner that you felt butterflies in your stomach for.

In the meantime your drinks were disregarded as the clock ticked on, the pair of you forgetting their presence on the bedside table. The steam soon dissipated to nothing the cooler the fluids got.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

He could sense the smile that formed on your lips.

"I love you too,"

[theraspberryler]

Bandanna (I know, these titles are truly groundbreaking)

here’s the fic for this request right here, I was able to finish it much earlier than I thought

lee!tommy, ler!tubbo

summary: tommy had somehow managed to lose the bandanna tubbo had gifted to him, and felt absolutely awful. he tried to stay strong, but ended up breaking in front of tubbo. but it’s alright, because tubbo was able to help tommy through it! (hurt/comfort)

~this is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, then please move on!~

TW- self-depricating thoughts, let me know if I need to add anything

Tommy growled under his breath as he reached the bottom of the last drawer, still no bandana in sight. He roughly dragged his fingers through his messy hair, slouching down into his desk chair with a frustrated huff. He examined the state of his room, and grimaced at what he saw; drawers were left open, their contents strewn about the room, his closet door was left open, the objects messily thrown about from when he sifted through them in his panicked craze. Tommy tried to think of anywhere else it could have possibly been, but he’s already triple checked every nook and cranny of his entire room, and practically tore the place apart in the process; he couldn’t find it. 

He sighed heavily, and rested his head in his hands, and tried his best to think back to the last time he had it, but his frustration and anxiety made it hard to think about anything. A loud groan rose from the back of his throat, and he let his head fall to his desk with a thump, then he let out a pathetic sounding whine. He wasn’t even sure why he was so worked up about the stupid bandana, it was just a small piece of fabric. 

But, Tommy knew that it was so much more than that. Tubbo had gifted it to him the first time they met up, with a sheepish look on his face and a light blush, he refused to make eye contact with Tommy, thrusting the square piece of cloth into his chest. He had run his fingers over the soft, silky fabric, taking in its muted green color and the rather poorly stitched bee located on the corner of it. After some pushing, Tubbo had admitted that he indeed did stitch it himself, only making it that much more special to him. 

Tommy had light-heartedly teased Tubbo when he gave it to him, before thanking him, but he never let on just how much it meant to him. Tommy had tied it around his wrist when he got it, brandishing it with pride. However, once he arrived home, he decided to leave it in his room, in order to avoid damaging or losing it. That had certainly worked out well.

He would find himself picking it up and fiddling with it as he sat at his desk, he’d run his thumbs over the hem of the bandana as well as the stitched-on bee when he got anxious, and though he would never admit it, being way too embarrassed, he would sometimes bury his face into the soft fabric on particularly difficult nights, the small cloth somehow bringing him a sense of peace. 

Just thinking about it, Tommy found himself searching around on his desk subconsciously, only to stop once he remembered it wasn’t there. He felt his frustration build, and along with it, felt the familiar prickling behind his eyes.

“Tommy! Come on bud, we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry!” Tommy startled, his fathers shout shaking out of his daze. He hastily wiped his eyes with his sleeve and grabbed his phone, hurrying to the front door where his dad was waiting for him. 

In his panic, he’d almost forgotten that today he was going to see Tubbo; they had been wanting to just hang out the two of them for a while, without the stress of streaming or keeping up with social media for the day. The thought of Tubbo made dread pool in his gut, he knew, logically, Tubbo wouldn’t be upset, he probably forgot about the bandana, but he still felt awful for losing something Tubbo had put so much time into. 

Tommy had zoned out the majority of the ride there, staring blankly out of the window. He startled when the car pulled to a stop, and looked up to see that they’d arrived at Tubbo’s house. He took a deep breath and pushed himself out of the car, managing a small wave and forced smile to his dad before he walked up to Tubbo’s front door. 

Tommy stood in front of the door for a moment, mentally preparing himself, all while feeling extemely stupid for being so worked up over this, before he forced himself to just knock on the door. Just seconds after, an excited, grinning Tubbo flung the door open, enthusiastically greeting Tommy before leading him back to his room. Once they arrived, Tubbo sat down at his desk chair, Tommy on his bed, like they would usually do when the two of them hung out. 

Tommy was being unusually quiet, Tubbo noticed, finding it a little odd that he was the one having to initiate the conversation, but didn’t pay it too much mind. 

“So what have you been up to Tommy? It feels like it's been forever since we’ve been able to just chat.” Tommy jumped a bit, having spaced out, before quickly trying to come up with a response that wouldn’t raise any suspicion. 

“U-um, not much, it’s just kinda been the usual. You?” Well, so much for not raising suspicion. Tommy had to admit, that was a pretty lousy attempt. In his defence, he was never very good at hiding when he was upset, tending to wear his heart on his sleeve. 

As expected, Tubbo didn’t buy it for a moment.

“You good Toms? That was a pretty lackluster response, especially for you.” And, Tommy just decided, fuck it. He was tired and upset, why bother trying to hide it from Tubbo, especially when the other could read him like an open book?

“I-I… Its stupid. But I lost that dumb bandana that you gave me a while back, and I tore my whole room apart looking for it and I can’t find it anywhere! And I know it’s stupid and pathetic but it meant a lot to me! I was careful to make sure nothing happened to it, and I have no clue what could have possibly happened! I spent pretty much all last night and this morning looking for it.” Tommy huffed again, his frustration at both the situation and at himself only growing stronger as he spoke. 

Tubbo, shocked that he actually got the usually so stubborn boy to talk to him, was silent for a moment. 

“O-oh, I- didn’t realize that it meant so much to you.” Wow, great job, Tubbo. 10/10 way to make him feel better. He had such a way with his words.

“Shut up, man. You don’t need to rub it in.” Tommy’s voice was small and pitchy, and, oh god. Tubbo panicked as he heard his breath hitch as he quickly turned away, hastily bringing his hands up to hide his face. Tubbo rushed over to the side of his bed where Tommy was sat, placing a gentle hand on Tommy’s arm, only for the younger to quickly pull it away. 

“Fuck- shit- Tommy I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I was just being stupid and couldn’t think of a response, and that’s what my brain managed to come up with. I’m sorry.” Tommy still didn’t budge, curling in on himself.

“Be-because you thought i-it was stupid.” Tommy mumbled, causing Tubbo to panic further.

“No! No, Tommy, that’s not it, I promise. I just- didn’t expect it, which isn’t your fault, it’s just because I was being dumb and don’t know how to talk to people. It’s okay, and it’s definitely not stupid to be upset over. I’m so sorry that happened, and that I made you think that I thought otherwise.” Tommy still didn’t respond, and Tubbo was growing desperate. He really wasn’t a huge fan of physical affection, and certainly not initiating it himself, but it was the only thing he could think of, and Tommy definitely deserved a hug after all this. So, Tubbo scooped the taller boyup into his arms, holding him close and gently swaying the two of them. Tommy tried to hold out, but didn’t even last five seconds before he turned towards Tubbo and slammed himself into the younger, burying his face into his shoulder and sobbing.

“I don’t understand why I’m so worked up about this, I feel so stupid! I-I’m sorry, Tubs, for blaming you like that, I know you wouldn’t judge me for something like that. I-I- I just don’t understand why I’m feeling like this.” Tubbo tightened his embrace around the other, carefully maneuvering them until they were both laying down on the bed, Tommy smushed on top of him, still clinging onto him with a trembling grib. 

“I’m so sorry, Toms, I know how upsetting it is to not understand what you’re feeling. It’s alright, you lost something that was important to you, and it’s okay that the bandana was important to you, and it’s okay to be upset over it. I know you said you looked everywhere, and I believe you, but there’s still a chance that it’ll turn up somewhere. And, I know it wouldn’t be the same, but I could easily make you another one; and I could do a much better job stitching the bee on this time.” Tubbo tried to make his tone more lighthearted towards the end, desperately trying to bring Tommy’s mood up, even just slightly. He hated seeing how upset his friend was.

After a few minutes, Tommy had largely calmed down, just the occasional sniffles and hitches in breath coming through. Tubbo tilted his head up to face him, and offered him a lopsided smile.

“Alright, Toms, you made it all the way out here, what do you wanna do? We can just chill and watch a movie or play some games if you’d like.” Tommy groaned, pushing Tubbo’s hand away from his face and smushing it back against his chest.

“I don’ know, tired.” Tommy mumbled, and Tubbo giggled at his friend's antics. Tubbo found himself mindlessly playing with the hem of Tommy’s shirt, not missing the surprised squeak his friend let out when he accidentally grazed his fingers over his side. A smirk grew on Tubbo’s face, and Tommy could feel the mischievous energy radiating from his friend without even looking at him. 

“T-Tubbo, waiHAIT-” Tommy cut himself off with a squeal as Tubbo pinched up and down his sides, before bursting into bubbly, childlike giggles. On any other day, Tommy would have put up much more of a fight to get away and hold in his laughter, but he’s already exhausted himself with the rollercoaster of emotions he went on that day. Instead, he clenched the fabric of Tubbo’s shirt sleeves in his fists and weakly squirmed around in his grip. 

Awe, Toms! You have such a sweet laugh! And you’re hardly even trying to get away, could you possibly get any cuter?!” Tubbo giddily exclaimed, moving his hands up towards his ribs. 

Tommy hiccuped between his laughter, shaking his head in protest at Tubbo’s cooing. 

“Nohohoho-*hic*-ohoh! N-Nahahat cuhuhute!” 

“No, I think you are! Such a cute giggly little thing!” Tommy would never admit to the whine that came out of him at the teasy praise, practically keening from the combination of the tickly affection and kind words. He was overwhelmed in the best possible way, and, unable to form proper words, just wrapped his arms around Tubbo and clung to him. 

Tubbo could feel his heart melting at his friend’s adorable display, unable to keep from audibly ‘awe’ing at him, only causing Tommy to whine more, and burrow even closer into his chest. 

Deciding to try his luck at a different spot, Tubbo moved his hands down to Tommy’s hips, giving them an experimental squeeze. 

And to Tubbo’s absolute delight, a loud squeal tore itself from Tommy’s throat, and he flailed his legs out wildly for a moment before going limp, seeping bonelessly into Tubbo’s embrace, loud belly laughter shaking his entire frame. Tommy babbled for a moment before giving up again on speaking, desperately holding onto Tubbo as a way to ground himself. 

Tubbo only kept it up for no more than ten seconds, and while Tommy was in absolute bliss for those ten seconds, Tubbo stopped at just the right time, Tommy gasping for air. Tubbo giggled along with his friend, ruffling his hair. 

“You good Toms?” Tubbo questioned after a bit, when Tommy still hadn’t managed to stop giggling. He just nodded in response, his eyelids suddenly feeling extremely heavy. If he was tired before, he was completely exhausted now, and Tubbo caught on to how quickly the taller seemed to be nodding off. He adjusted their position, reaching to grab his phone, before settling back down on the bed. He smiled, as he felt more than saw Tommy yawning into his chest, snuggling closer. 

“Go ahead and take a nap Toms, you deserve it.” Tommy certainly didn’t have to be told twice, feeling the lull of sleep pulling at his conscious, and was out not even a minute later. Tubbo felt a warm feeling build in his chest, as he held his friend close and turned his phone on to scroll through shitposts shared with him on Discord.

And, yeah, maybe Tommy did lose the bandana, and that sucked. But it would be alright, with Tubbo there to provide him with more comfort than the small piece of cloth ever could. 

[hella1975]

DRUNK HELLA DONT ANSWER THIS ASK I DONT TRUST YOU

Sober hella, in your opinion, what is the best time/way to kill off a character? Basically like how to not pull a banana fish and just kill characters for the sake of a dramatic ending lmfao

omg hi i also saw this when i was drunk and immediately forgot id seen it but now i vividly remember being like 'hehe im gonna answer it just bc you told me not to' and then some smart part of me was like 'hella NO' and i put my phone down. anyway here goes:

so i think i have a very biased opinion bc my viewpoint on this subject as a reader is very 'please dont kill characters that i like please god no' and it tends to reflect in my writing, but having said that, as a writer i do understand that not only is it necessary but sometimes it just DOES spice things up? and that's okay! it's literally totally okay if you look at a character and go 'i am literally only killing you because it makes things interesting'. you dont need some in depth bullshit reason behind everything you do. like me and @rotisserie5107 were saying the other day, sometimes sexiness is the only justification you need with writing. and no that's not a sexual thing i just mean genuinely making choices that are fun/aesthetically pleasing/etc. there's a real narrative with fiction atm that EVERY choice a writer makes has to have a genius explanation behind it and if a scene/dialogue/character doesn't further the plot then you need to axe them from the story, but i personally think it's bollocks.

what im trying to get at is that things like this are less 'when to kill a character' and more 'when to think twice', which thankfully narrows things down quite a lot. whatever you're thinking rn for the poor sod in question, id honestly say trust your gut. you are a writer and this is a person you have plucked from your brain. you are the only person who can be trusted with them. the ONLY time you should think twice is when it starts getting a little too... real. if their death symbolises something in a bad way, if they're the only minority character, or even something like if you just have a LOT of character death. i watched game of thrones in its entirety and for the hundreds of characters that died i cant think of a single one i actually felt upset about, bc it just got so ingrained into me that that's just What This Show Did and if readers know there's a lot of character death, they get very very apathetic to it.

so anyway sticking with the example of banana fish bc i think i may have mentioned once or twice how i feel about that show <3 (bf spoilers ahead):

ash was a victim of extreme sexual trauma starting in childhood. he was exploited by your typical rich white men. he was a child. his narrative was angled in a way that made him seem like he was going to get a happy ending just for it to be cruelly snatched away in the last 10 mins for the sake of shock alone. these are all factors that make his death grotesque. now this is all personal opinion bc there's a LOT of debate in the fandom about this, but ive made it very clear that i genuinely dont think there's any justification behind killing him off. 'it was foreshadowed' 'death was an escape' etc are all really fickle defences to me, because at the end of the day, what the author wound up saying is that people who can see their own traumas in ash are incapable of healing and shouldnt even bother, and that suicide (bc we all know he could have called an ambulance) is not only a good choice but quite possibly their only choice.

HOWEVER, as much as i hate it, if yoshida was so hellbent on killing ash off, there are ways i think she could have done it better. the shock element, for example. i dont think it's an inherently bad writing tool - hell ive done it myself a couple times - but killing the MAIN CHARACTER of the show in the last 10 minutes made it seem really thrown together regardless of foreshadowing and just gratuitously cruel to ash. he did not get the time he deserved and the viewer is kind of just left sitting there. i know i personally didn't actually cry or anything when banana fish ended bc i was still so stunned by what the fuck i just witnessed. i think if he'd died the episode before or at the beginning of the episode and we got to see things pan out from there and just have it SETTLE a bit, it wouldnt be so disrespectful to ash. also, less to do with writing which is why i stressed earlier that the 'donts' are actually significantly fewer than the 'just go mentals': yoshida had a habit of saying really dodgy shit in interviews that made it clear that the defence many viewers used in favour of ash's death - that it made narrative sense and allowed him freedom he 'only could have achieved in death' yadda yadda; they try make out it's super artistic idc - is actually bullshit, bc yoshida has ADMITTED that she thinks ash is a bad person and that's why she killed him, bc he has also killed people and therefore DESERVES TO DIE. so this is more of a check your own mindset before you kill a character. if they're a villain then go for it, but if you're enforcing some personal vendetta on a victim that has some real honest trauma then just be careful. that comment is super harmful, bc her 'this criminal deserves to die' blanket statement translates to 'this seventeen year old who has suffered the most horrific abuse and has been forced to do terrible things to survive to the point he doesnt know anything else deserves the exact same fate as the old men who knew EXACTLY what they were doing when they abused him'. like. come on

basically, there's actually very few ways to kill a character BADLY. youve got to consider that the reader wont like it no matter what you do (again, unless it's a villain), and if they do then you're doing something wrong bc you WANT them to love this character, to grieve them, to be angry for them. but it's killing them in a way that is DISRESPECTFUL to that character that things go wrong, and what is disrespectful to certain characters isnt disrespectful to others. ash showed nothing but grit and a need to survive for 24 whole episodes. when he was stabbed, he was RUNNING TO EIJI IN ORDER TO GIVE LIFE ANOTHER CHANCE. he was healing, he was hopeful, and we're supposed to accept that he let himself succumb to the same fate as his abusers, and not only that, but that he 'deserved' it. it's disgusting and really detrimental to a lot of victims of sexual trauma that ive seen discussing this in the fandom, because it is INCREDIBLY disrespectful to their trauma and their healing. if you took a different character though and killed them in the exact same way, it could work, because like i said, disrespect is subjective.

i hope that makes sense?

so yeah, banana fish is very much an outlier i think. try not to stress about it, im sure you'll pull it off and ruin EVERYONE'S day by pulling off a beautifully tragic character death x

[jesswritesthat]

you are such a good writer so i just know you’ll do justice to this. if you’d be willing, a small drabble about reader who tends to be quite standoffish w guys and just isn’t as close to them as compared to girls bc i remember being so stupid around my childhood crush and i’m pretty sure he hated me 😃 and then the guy i was friends w wouldn’t let me get too close to him bc he didn’t want people to think we’re “dating” n e ways let me shove my insecurities back down,,, but reader still loves watching romance anything bc someone unabashedly wanting to be around you like that?? can’t relate xx anyways it can be w any haikyuu guy, let the vibes come to you 🥰 thank you Jess love u 🥺

A/N: Hold up - THIS IS ME OMG! I feel you, I have terrible luck with romance but I find it so cute at the same time! I love you too, gorgeous anon, I hope I’ve done you justice 🥺

So allow me to kill some of those insecurities - or Oikawa will rather >:)

Warnings: cursing, fem reader

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Anyone could admit Oikawa Tōru was enamouring, yet you only offered a shaky sigh as your friend tugged you along to meet her team. That’s what you get for befriending the future manager of Seijoh back in Middle School.

"Aren't you from Iwa-chans’ class?" An internal shriek caused your eyes to widen, snapping your head to the local celebrity tilting his toward you rather than his fangirls. 

"I'm surprised you remember." Snarky. Nice, you'd possibly regret it if not for his all-too-gentlemanly attitude. He’d only barged in searching for Iwaizumi a couple of times, you didn’t think he’d taken notes.

"Wouldn't forget a pretty face like yours." The smile was beautiful, even so you crossed your arms with a raised brow.

"Next time, try harder~"

"So mean (L/n)-chan."

You winced, your head screaming 'I know! God I know?! Why would I say that?!' but it was natural instinct at this point, a defence mechanism if you will, especially against someone as cunning as Oikawa Tōru.

In honesty, you believed that to be the start and end of it - except your friend encouragingly dragged you to her practices and Oikawa strategically managed to catch you alone every single time. Makki or Mattsun (you think) subtlety coined your friends focus for approximately 10 minutes, leaving you laxly waiting for her to rejoin you. In fact with the consistency at which it occurred, you’d become friends with the Captain.

———

Only you’d let your guard down once, the team required managerial help meanwhile you got settled playing a romantic film on your phone. Immediately you were distracted, softness leaking to your features whilst muffled hopeless sighs of endearment were hummed in acknowledgment.

“That’s an unusual sound from you~”

“He just gave her a rose and they kissed in the rain, how could I not - shit!” It was a subconscious answer due to enthralment, the haunting voice only resonating mid-way through your justification causing you to shockingly snap around to Tōru watching from over your shoulder with a smug grin. You’d almost dropped your phone!

“Don’t stop now (Y/n)-chan, tell me how to get you to make that sound again. It’s cute.”

“No- no way! Get back to practice Oikawa - go do a jump serve or something!”

“Oh? So you do listen when I talk about Volleyball!”

———

It wasn’t until after their next practice match did you suffer his infuriating (yet admittedly appreciated) presence again. This time the brunette proudly standing by your side as he shared his views of the match with you - the burning gazes of his fans deadlocked on the two of you as if deciphering the DaVinci code.

"Maybe you should um - y'know, not be so close?"

A careful roll of your shoulder accompanied your hesitant claim, the close proximity allowing for the small movement to graze his left side. Oikawa shot you a perplexed look, leaning closer to your face out of spite - even if his inquiry was subtlety sincere.

"Why? You don't like it?"

"No - I mean yes - I just..." A sigh of defeat escapes as you run a hand through your hair before meeting his warm hues again. "People might think you care and I wouldn't want you to have to deal with rumours."

Tōru was unnervingly quiet, he would’ve took a step back if you’d asked, however this reasoning was ridiculous by his standard. Darkened irises scanned over your casual frame with fingers pressed against his chin in thought.

"What if I want people to think that? I mean it's true, isn't it~"

"Is it?"

A melodic chuckle echoes your sarcastic suspicion, the heartthrob of Seijoh nudging your arm with a charming smile that’d leave fans fainting at his feet.

"Am I not obvious enough for you (Y/n)-chan?"

"You're obvious to everyone - in fact you're probably nicer to your fans than you are to me. Hence why I'm hesitant to believe you."

It was beyond comprehension to think one of the most popular men in Miyagi be romantically interested in you, which is why taking the flirtatious antics of Oikawa was done with a pinch of salt.

“Hmm... in that case I’ll show you...” You hadn’t a moment to determine his intentions, not when he’d firmly hooked your wrist and dragged you out to the refreshing Spring showers currently hydrating Miyagis’ cherry blossoms that day.

“By getting me wet?!”

“Eventually maybe - ah, that’s not it though.” Only smirking at the death glare pointed at him due the insinuation, Tōru washed it away with the gentle caress of his palms either side of your jaw. You knew his hands were magic but this was surreal - a thumb brushed your cheekbone before his lips met with your forehead, his nose then skimmed to meet yours with a genuinely content smile ghosting his features.

“T-tōru?” Breathless surprise, that’s all you could muster with the rain trickling down your skin onto his delicate fingers. He’d never seen you so defenceless, and he’d wanted more of it.

“I actually like that sound better than your longing sighs, say it again for me, won’t you?” You’d pulled from him with that, your fingers lacing his wrists - to which the Setter fluently twisted and captured your hands in his own causing you to furrow your brows once again.

“Shut up, you’re not funny.”

A defeated sigh left him, eyes briefly closed in surrender prior to fluttering open with renewed admiration for you, mildly unwilling to admit the sentimentality underlying his actions. Sentimentality tailored to you and for only you.

“I know it’s not a passionate kiss in the rain like in the movies, the ones you like so much. But I’ll willingly, happily try - we can get to that if you want to go on a date with me?“

“Are you serious? Don’t you h-“

“I don’t want them, I want you. The person who lets her friends drag her to games she didn’t want to attend, who helps in practice despite not needing to, the girl who got to know the real me, and the one who looks really cute watching romantic movies~”

“I don’t know her but, I suppose there’s no harm in going out with you once Oikawa.” The witty response caused him to laugh along with you, expecting nothing less.

“Perfect - but my hair is gonna be ruined, can we go back inside now (Y/n)-chan?”

Rolling your eyes at his petty whining, you couldn’t hide the overflowing amusement in your laugh as you pushed him back into the gymnasium where his team (and your friend) sported expectant grins.

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[ Masterlist ]

[marvelsbetch]

Peter Parker’s field trip part 3

-Peter's POV-

After lunch Owen grouped us all

back together, including Wade, and took us around more labs. There was nothing particularly special about any of them until the corridor we were walking down became all too familiar. We stopped infront of a door to a lab, the door to my lab. Oh God.

"Now, for those of you who don't know and haven't guessed it yet, your class mate Peter works here. This is his lab and I was wondering if he would allow us to see what's inside. Peter?" Owen announced looking directly at me.

"Fine but you have to swear not to touch anything and not discuss anything you see with others." I warned them as I swiped my card and held the door open to all of them.

They all filled in and started looking around cautiously and with amazement. Many people noticed the prototype suits on mannequins at the back of the room. I was helping Dad, Pops, Bucky and Wanda with new designs for suits as well as trying to improve mine. It's been a challenge but we're making steady progress.

"Peter, Mr Stark has told me to ask you to open your connecting doors." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice rang out across the room.

"Oh dear lord." I sighed and moved to open one of the other doors in the room that connected mine and Dads lab.

There was also a door connecting to a storage closet filled with various building parts. The other doors lead to a bathroom, Pops' art room, The training room and a testing room. There was lots of doors but thankfully I labelled them all.

"What do y-" I started but cut myself off when I opened the door and saw the guardians stood in Dad's lab. Frick!

"Mini Peter!" Drax yelled pulling me into a very tight hug. What's with the bone crushing hugs today?

"What're you all doing here?" I asked pushing Drax away from me.

"Can't we visit our favourite earthling without a reason?" Peter asked putting his arm around me.

"You sound like Thor." I told him shrugging his arm off.

"Don't insult me like that." Peter told me jokingly serious.

"How come I don't get any love?" Wade asked appearing behind me.

"Hey! What am I here for?" I asked him trying to sound offended.

"Beside you." He said putting an arm around my waist and resting his head on mine.

"Hands off Wade." Dad warned with a scowl on his face glaring at my boyfriend.

"Alright Stark, alright." Wade said sarcastically and put his hands up before slowly backing away.

"Don't push me, I'm already letting you stay in my tower, and sleep in his room for that matter." Dad gestures to me with an angry look on his face.

"Moving on, why're there a bunch of gawping teenagers stood behind you?" Peter asked gesturing to my class.

"Well, this is my science class from school. They're gasping because no one believed me when I said I had an internship here but I've proven to have more than that." I explained taking Wade's hand in mine much to Dad's disappointment.

"Anyway, what're you doing next? When're these losers leaving?" Peter asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

"We're visiting the training rooms with Steve, Nat, Clint, Bucky, T,Challa, Wanda, Vision, Strange and Loki." Dad explained making me groan and put my head on Wade's shoulder in annoyance.

"And then they're staying the night and visiting Avengers Tower tomorrow." I told him from Wade's shoulder.

"Avengers Tower?" Drax asked confused.

"It's kind of like our mother ship. It's where we're briefed and de-briefed about our missions and meet up for various things. We used to use this tower but it's less used now." Dad explained.

"They still use it sometimes though. Say, for example, to embarrass me." I said sarcastically lifting my head up.

"Aww, come on Pete, don't you love seeing us all day?" Dad teased grabbing my cheek.

"Not when your soul purpose is to embarrass me infront of my class. Other times, I couldn't thing is anything better." I told him making him smirk.

"Come on then, let's go see everyone train." Dad said clapping his hands together and leading the group through one of my doors and directly into the training room.

"Ah, Midtown I presume. Welcome to the Avengers training room." Pops introduced gesturing to the room around us.

There was treadmills, weight lifts, cross trainers, workout bikes and much more. Over in an empty corner Strange, Wanda and Uncle Loki were practicing their magic where as every one else was doing normal physical training.

"So, who wants to fight an Avenger?" Aunt Nat asked looking across all the students in front of her. "You, with the stupid grin. Come up here." Nat instructed pointing to Flash. Oh dear lord.

Flash confidently made his way up to Nat and just stood there doing nothing. Nat showed him a proper fighting stance and told him to attack. The next few seconds was Nat pinning Flash to the mat before he could react.

"I wasn't ready." Flash breathed out from the floor.

"No one is. That's why she's good at what she does." Pops told him smirking at me. "Why don't you have a go?" He asked me.

"No I'm good. Do you want to?" I asked gesturing to the mat and Nat.

"Oh come on kid. Live a little." Pops coaxed with a smug grin on his face.

"Fine." I sighed detaching myself from Wade and standing in front of Nat. I got into a fighting stance and we started fighting.

After 10 minutes of back and forth between me and Nat I eventually pinned her to the mat to the astonishment to my class.

“Well Peter, good to know nothing's changed." Pops grinned passing me my water bottle and a granola bar.

"Thanks Pops." I said with out thinking.

“Right, now we're gonna teach you basic self defence. We'll split you into groups and go from there." Pops explained turning to my class when an alarm went off.

"Code Green! Natasha and Peter to Dr Banners lab please." F.R.I.D.A.Ys automated voice rang out.

Me and Natasha took off running as fast as we could to Bruce's lab and stopped in front of the door for a brief moment. We could hear crying? Slowly, we opened the door and found Hulk sat on the floor crying.

"Hulk?" I cautiously asked stepping forward.

"Spider Boy!" Hulk yelled pulling me into a tight hug. "Hulk miss his spider boy!" He cried.

"Okay big guy. Why were you crying?" Natasha asked placing her hand on his arm.

"Lonely. Bad Human kept me trapped." Hulk explained as more tears fell.

"Okay buddy, put me down and we can hang out with you for a bit. How does that sound?" I offered.

"Thank you spider boy." Hulk said giving me one last squeeze, breaking my last rib and placing me on the floor.

"So, what do you want to do?" Nat asked sitting on the floor next to Hulk.

"Play outside!" Hulk whined. When did he become so child like?

"Okay, wanna play tag?" I offered thinking back to childhood games.

"Tag?" Hulk asked.

"It's where we run around and touch people gently. The person you touch is then 'tagged' and you must run away from them. You understand?" I explained.

Hulk slowly nodded so Nat took him outside while I called Dad to explain what happened.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Dad asked with my entire class looking at him.

"Yeah he was just lonely and in a mood with Banner. Me and Nat are gonna play some tag with him if that's okay. We'll either be on the roof or balcony." I explained to him.

"Okay stay safe." Dad told me before waving.

"I will. See you later." I said waving back and hanging up the phone.

-2 hours later-

After playing tag with Hulk for way too long we managed to get Banner back. The only think was, we promised Hulk to speak to him later. While my class will still be here. Hopefully he doesn't get scared or feel threatened and we can have a nice and calm conversation with him. We walked back to the training room but no one was there so I called Dad to see where he was.

"Hey, where've you all gone?" I asked.

"We're in the penthouse. How was playing tag with Hulk?" He asked.

"It was fun. We promised we would speak to him later so we need to talk to the class and explain otherwise he may feel threatened or angry." I explained to him getting into the elevator to take us to the penthouse.

"Okay, I'll gather everyone and you three can explain to them." He said.

"Right I'll see you in a minute." I told him before hanging up.

We got to the penthouse and found my whole class plus teacher stood in the living room like they were waiting for something. I walked in with Nat and Banner on either side of me and they all looked visibly shocked.

"Okay, quick announcement if you're all going to be staying the night. What happened before was a 'code green' that means the Hulk. Now, not every time he's here he's angry, so for instance today, sometimes he's just lonely. We managed to get Banner back but promised we would speak to him later so if anyone hears a code green do not freak out. Don't go up to him or anything but don't freak out. That's what'll make him intimidated and angry and that's when people get hurt. Do I make myself clear?" Nat asked giving each individual a piercing glare.

"Yes Miss Romanov." They all said simultaneously.

"Now, you have one hour before food to explore the penthouse. Any door with a red square is a prohibited area, it's mainly bedrooms though. Have fun and don't break anything." Dad warned.

As soon as he finished everyone scattered and tried to find something interesting to look at. Me, Wade, Ned, MJ, Dad, Pops, Nat and Banner all just sat on the sofa and started a movie. As time went on the rest of the Avengers along with Thor, Loki, Shuri and T'challa came in and started to watch the movie with us. We briefly heard and saw my class mates walking around and looking at things in the hallways. They were all very interested in the littlest things.

An hour soon went by and we called everyone back in to talk about food and what we should order. We ended up with Pizza cause who doesn't like that? We ordered 35 because there was a lot of us and I needed like 4 to myself, it was 15 margaritas, 5 Hawaiian, 5 BBQ chicken, 5 vegetarian and 5 meat lover. All large and all delicious. True beauty. We all sat in the living room and no where else would fit us all and ate in pretty must silence.

"So Peter, how come you know the Avengers?" Christie asked.

"The internship. I work closely with Mr Stark and just met everyone from there. It stared with working in projects all night to having sleepovers and it all progressed from there." I explained. It felt weird to call Dad Mr Stark again after all this time of calling him Dad.

"Patricia, how did you get the internship. Stark Industries don't usually hire teenagers." Mrs Robbins asked trying to be polite but made one big mistake. Patricia.

"Well I found Videos of Peter's work on YouTube. I'd also bumped into him at Oscorp at one of your other field trips." Dad explained with emphasis on 'Peter'. Mrs Robbins seemed uncomfortable with Dad's use of my name.

"Well what type of thing do you work on?" Al asked.

"All sorts. Started with building small robots to help with small mundane tasks then working on bigger robots with Mr Stark and then working on suits and weapons for everyone. Now I'm designing them as you all saw before. Btw Wanda, I need you to come to my lab at some point this week to check hour suit out." I informed.

"Okay, maybe after food we could go." She offered taking another bite of a BBQ chicken pizza.

"I can do that." I agreed and finished my slice of margarita.

"Well, why you?" Flash asked clearly annoyed. Shoot.

"What do you mean why him?" Pops asked getting angry.

"Well, with all due respect, why did you hire him? He's nothing special, just a charity case at the end of the day." Flash huffed and Pops' face went red with anger.

"Charity case? What do you mean by that?" Wade asked trying to moving me from his lap but I didn't budge. I knew he'd kill Flash.

"Like with his Aunt, they didn't have money and skips out on school with stupid excuses. You're probably only talking to him cause you feel bad, no need to lie to us." Flash explained and Banner's face turned green.

Everything else happened so fast. First Wade practically threw me off of his lap onto the floor where Ned caught me. Then Banner stormed out of the room yelling and turning green. After that, Dad got up from his seat and lunged forward but Pops caught him and was holding him back in a hug type situation. Nat pulled a knife out. Bucky smashed a pizza. The sofas were floating. There was thunder outside. Loki was evilly smirking. Shuri was holding T,Challa back. Sam was seething in the corner. Clint reached for his bow and arrow. Wade pulled a katana out of god knows where. It was all happening.

"Everybody outside now!" I yelled at the adults and dragged my Dads and Wade out the room behind me.

They all came out and I was immediately attached with question after question after question. Nat was asking if I wanted her to kill them. Dad, Pops and Wade were agreeing with her. Thor was threatening to bring the whole of the Asgardian army. Banner was still no where to be seen. Things really went down hill fast.

"Come on Baby. He made you feel like shit, let me teach him a lesson." Wade tried to persuade pulling me close and putting his hands on my waist.

"No Wade. You're not killing him. You've been doing so well, you've gone a whole 2 months without killing anyone. Don't throw that all away for him. Come on baby, calm down and help me with everyone else." I pleaded looking into his eyes and placing my hands on either side of his face.

"Fine but if he says one more thing not even Hulk could hold me back." He sighed bringing me in for a brief kiss.

"NOT IN FRONT OF US!" Dad yelled all anger seemingly averted to Wade.

"Geeze old man, calm down it was just a kiss. Not as if I fucked him right in front of you is it?" Wade told him sarcastically.

"Stop before your killed." I warned him.

"Mmmm. You're no fun." Wade told me.

"This is all beside the point. Banner's Hulked our and Hulk is not happy about Flash. He's coming straight towards everyone." Nat warned looking at something F.R.I.D.A.Y shown her.

"Oh god." I said as everyone rushed back into the living room to find my class huddled in a corner with Hulk slowly advancing.

Me and Nat ran out infront of them and our hands up to indicate for him to stop. Hulk looked between me and the group with confusion.

"They're mean to spider boy. Why be nice?" Hulk asked.

"Because it's what we do. We're nice to people despite them being mean to us because otherwise we'd be as bad as them. We don't want to be as bad as them. We want to be better. Do you understand?" I explained to Hulk slowly.

"Yes I understand spider boy." Hulk slightly sulked and walked over to a different side of the room where he turned back into Banner.

"How can you do that?" Someone asked hesitantly.

"Do what?" I questioned confused.

"Calm him down. I thought only black widow could do that." They explained baffled.

"Well you thought wrong." I simply told them with a shrug as I walked back over to the couch and sat on Wades lap much to my Dad's disappointment.

"Okay then, what movie should we watch?" Pops asked trying to change the topic and succeeding.

"Okay this is how we're doing it. If you want horror move to the right side of the room. If you want comedy stand to the left." Dad spoke. The majority, including myself and Wade, moved to the right.

"Okay, Annabelle Creation to the right, It to the left." The majority stayed at the right.

"It's settled." Pops announces turning the tv on and playing the movie.

Everyone found somewhere to sit, Dad on Pop obviously, then everyone else who lived at the tower, Ned and MJ squeezed onto the couches. The rest of my class sat on the floor that was covered in blankets, pillows and other types of bedding. It looked quite comfy but nothing was as comfy as Wade.

"So, Parker, how come you're buddy buddy with all of the Avengers?" Flash asked once the movie begun.

"I told you, I'm Mr Starks personal intern and so I met everyone." I lied.

"It's so weird to hear you call me Mr Stark again." Dad pointed out making us all laugh but confused my class.

"Don't start calling me Steve again, too weird." Pops requested earning a few more laughs.

"Alright Cap'ain." I said making us again, laugh a little.

"So, Peter, how did you get your internship?" Al asked.

"Well, it's a long story." I told him trying to think of one on the spot.

"I secretly sent out a message to collages and High schools near by and asked for their most brightest and promising students. I got almost two hundred responses but one from Midtown high stuck out. A boy who couldn't do PE to save his life but could do a university level science equation in his sleep. Sounded like me when I was younger so I spoke with him and after a few trials including him and some other candidates I went with Peter. One of the best decisions I ever made." Dad informed them, lying slightly, making me blush and look down.

"How did that lead to all of this?" Al further questioned gesturing to me and the rest of the Avengers.

"Well, with being his personal intern I followed him everywhere and into meeting for both Stark Industries and the Avengers. He also let me stay here when my aunt had to work late, this then turned into me spending the weekend here most times and some school night. With me spending so much time here I met them all, I was a little awkward at first but got used to them and then the jokes started which turned to minor pranks which turned into Parnell wars which turned into me finding a family in the most unsuspected way." I spoke fondly smiling at the memories of first meeting them and the first prank pulled, Clint decided it would be funny to put shaving cream in all of my pockets and shoes.

"Wow, must be amazing, knowing you can come here at whatever time you want and have the Avengers back you. You're a lucky kid Parker, I'll give you that." Al said.

"I know I am." I spoke, mostly to myself as I took Wade's hand in mine.

"How did your relationship start?" Hayley, a girl from my class, asked.

"That is an interesting story that I'm sure Wade would love to tell." I said smirking slightly.

"Well, I have a tendency to brake in the tower and one time I ran into the living room escaping Stark and found Peter sat on this couch watching Star Wars surrounded my blankets, pillows and junk food. I walked over, sat next to him and had a lovely conversation with him about Star Wars and Star Trek, it was very engaging. Then Stark ruined it by kicking me out and giving me a lecture on communicating with his intern. I clearly didn't listen and came here more often to speak to him, on one of my trips my crush grew too strong and plucked up the courage to ask him out. He said yes much to Starks distaste. We went on a date, shared a kiss and decided to make it official, this was 8 months, 4 days, 32 minutes and 54 seconds ago." Wade told them smiling widely as he pulled me into a deep and loving kiss only to separated by my Dad flicking Wade's ear.

"Wow, that's so sweet." Hayley fan-girled.

Soon enough, nine thirty rolled around and we were all sent to bed, my class was showed to their shared rooms while me and Wade snuck off to my room where he followed through on his earlier promise.

To be continued...

[theevangelion]

Soulmates: Chapter XII

(Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11)

Over time, the birthmark became this shifting cloud that Kara no longer monitored. It would tingle, grow warm, sit there, melting in its own patient and prolonged way, and Kara felt no real compulsion to hurry her life along or reveal something she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to anymore.

The winter had broken into spring, a season for new things and lovely awakenings. The sixth most-charming park turned out to be the third most-charming park, once they quantified the state of things, compared gardens, took into full account proximity compared to which parks exactly had the better ice creams and coffee amenities.

Kara picked up her office phone to give the tailor a polite heads-up that Miss Grant would be fifteen minutes late to the appointment, give or take. Cat had been in her office for some time longer than expected and Kara didn’t want to disturb, if only for the frustrated back and forth she had been pacing, in circles, incrementally more frustrated as time ticked along.

When Kara picked up the phone, she found herself listening in on the live call.

“Cat, I’m sorry, I know it’s not what you want to hear but you either break the news yourself, or The Starling Post will by six o’clock tonight.”

“James this isn’t a game, kill the fucking story.”

“Cat, it’s gone beyond me, beyond us, I have spent weeks killing this story but this is about to be front page national news on every media coverage platform between here and New York.”

“At least let me talk to Lena first?”

“Cat, I’m telling you this because you are my friend.” There was a deep inhale, then a pause. “Lena is—” The phone cut suddenly.

Kara glanced up. Cat was looking directly at her, furious, her fingers still driven down into the conference button to cancel the three-way line. Instinctively Kara lifted her hands in defence, she didn’t mean to eavesdrop, she just fell into the conversation at a point where she couldn’t take her ear away. Chewing her nails, the reprimand came swift and assured a few minutes later.

Kara went into the office and waited for the telling off of the century.

“How much did you hear and do not.” Cat pinched the bridge of her nose. “Do not bullshit me, Kara.”

“Something and nothing, I heard enough to know there’s a story about to break, one that you want to kill, and it has something to do with Lena.” Kara rubbed the back of her neck. “I know that you’re angry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, Cat, but please, can you just tell me…” Kara sniffed and felt embarrassed. “Lena isn’t… she hasn’t done something bad, right? I just. I just love her, very much, and that’s new for me, and I don’t want to worry that she’s lied about something I should know about…”

Cat closed her eyes and her expression slackened as though something about the statement took her by surprise, as though it just didn’t sit right with her, despite best appearances otherwise. She swallowed and shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose again.

“Kara, I think you need to sit down.”

“Oh God.” Kara grimaced and knew what was coming. “Is she—has she done something?”

“Kara—”

“Is it going to break my heart?” She panicked.

“Kara—”

“Oh fuck.” Kara screwed her expression and kicked herself as it dawned all at once. “She’s…she’s dating someone else, isn’t she, behind my back?”

“Kara I have cancer!” Cat burst.

Strange.

Just like that…

The world had stopped on its axis.

“Wh…what?” The colour drained from Kara’s face.

“It’s nothing particularly new.” Cat kept a dour affect as though it were common and expected, typical and uncolourful. “It’s simply…progressed.”

At that Kara almost lurched out of her body.

“Progressed?” She went wide-eyed.

“Progressed.” Cat kept tight-lipped on the matter. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m having a busy day. Can you collect my lunch, and then call ahead to my tailor fitting and let him know I’m going to be late—but I will be there as soon as I can be there.” Cat sighed and strolled out of her office, prim and together.

Kara didn’t know how to make sense of it.