#god i barely slept (actually i don’t know if i’ve slept at all)

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WIP excerpt for inkwell behind the cut; “Billy and Damian and the whole soulmate thing”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Like–except Robin, obviously. Robin doesn’t deserve him being spiteful. Robin deserves, like, a nice wedding with Nightwing as his best man and Red Robin, like, definitely invited but maybe seated at a table off to the side behind a tactically-placed floral arrangement or twelve and also whatever Robin likes to eat on the menu, which Billy admittedly doesn’t actually know yet and probably needs to figure out. Though then again, if he’s running away from the Justice League and/or Batman’s weird seventeen-bedroomed house until he’s eighteen, Robin’s tastes are probably gonna change a bit, so maybe he should just wait on that so he can be sure he’s getting it right and all? 

Ugh. Billy really doesn’t wanna have to run away from the Justice League until he’s eighteen. Especially not Batman. Batman’s really good at finding people, so he’s basically just gonna have to hide out at the Rock of Eternity for like the whole time, and that is so long and is gonna get so boring so quick. 

Ugh. Ughhh. Ugh. 

“Where was that? Laws about supplying alcohol to a minor vary significantly from state to state,” Batman says as Flash slithers to the floor with an actual moan. Billy glowers at him. He is still not forgiving him just ‘cuz he’s funny. “And felony charges can apply to repeat offenders."

. . . alright, Batman’s really funny. But still, dammit! 

“Bats, I really don’t think accidentally buying a drink for a magically-disguised minor three years ago is the relevant concern here,” Green Lantern says in exasperation. 

“You said you took him to multiple bars,” Batman says, just barely tilting his head. “Was that the only time any of you bought him a drink?” 

“I–you–he looks like forty!” Green Lantern protests. Flash just stays on the floor. 

Batman raises an eyebrow behind his mask, then looks over at Billy and looks him over; then looks back to Green Lantern with a very telling expression. Green Lantern sputters indignantly. 

“Stop being funny, asshole, I’m still gonna be mad even if you are,” Billy grumbles at Batman, who just makes the same little “hm” noise he always does when he’s feeling particularly smug about a joke he’s made. Billy scowls at him on principle. 

Asshole. Geez, like Billy’s new here or something. 

“Father, this is hardly professional behavior,” Robin says, giving Batman a withering look. 

“God, I will never understand what kids even think Bats is saying,” Green Arrow mutters under his breath, half-covering his face with a hand and eyeing Robin through his fingers. “Listen, Cap–Billy–” 

“Excuse you?” Billy asks, scowling at him instead. “You think we’re on a first-name basis while you guys are threatening me?” 

“Listen, brat, I am also a licensed foster parent, and Star is closer to Fawcett than Gotham is, so I in fact am threatening you,” Green Arrow retorts, narrowing his eyes at him. “And there’s eight bedrooms in my house.” 

“That is not a house!” Billy says. “That’s literally not a house, that’s like a hotel! Why do none of you just have houses?!” 

“A motel, perhaps,” Robin drawls, eyeing Green Arrow disdainfully. 

“I am not living with anyone, I’m fine,” Billy emphasizes with a glower. “I’ve been fine all this time, haven’t I?”

“. . . Billy,” Superman says, looking stressed. “How long have you been homeless, exactly?” 

“Since I was like seven,” Billy says, since he doesn’t count any of the in-and-out foster care nonsense as not being homeless, considering. That’d just been a bunch of shitty places he’d had to sneak out of or run away from, not actually anywhere he’d ever really lived. Mostly he’d slept in abandoned buildings or alleys or parks, ‘cuz it’d been safer. “So I’m fine, obviously.” 

“Since you were seven,” Superman repeats, looking stressed. 

“That’s what I said,” Billy says in exasperation, folding his arms again and glowering at him. “And I didn’t even have superpowers then and still took care of myself fine, so I’m double-fine now, actually.” 

Superman puts his face in his hands, for some reason. Black Canary pats his back sympathetically.

Billy does not think Superman deserves sympathy right now.

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When the Stars Align

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

This is my submission for the International Bob Floyd Fucks Month (hosted by @attapullman).

Summary: You (call sign: Stealth) find out your boyfriend’s been cheating on you for months the night before you’re leaving for a camping trip with friends. Will you act on the feelings you’ve been trying to ignore? The answer is yes.

WC: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral (both m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), being called good girl 🤤, one bed kinda trope, mutual masturbation, etc.

“What’s up with Stealth?” Bob asks, nodding in your direction as you walk up the driveway. Your eyes are puffy like you haven’t slept in weeks.

“She broke up with Tyler last night. He’s been cheating on her for months,” Nat sighs, “I hurt for her, but I’m glad he’s gone. He was such an asshole.”

Bob’s heart races but he places it cool as he murmurs his agreement. It’s too soon, but his hope soars as he realizes he might be able to take his chance after years of silently pining after you.

“Hey guys! Sorry, I’m late. But I brought coffee!” You smile, juggling the tray of drinks, your sleeping bag, and duffle.

Bob takes your stuff, packing it into the van as you hand out the coffees.

“Thanks, Stealth,” Nat says, squeezing your shoulder. “You okay?”

You give a small smile and nod. “Yeah, actually. I’m tired, but I just feel relieved now.”

“Good. Maybe you can act on that little crush on Bob you’ve been harboring this weekend…” she replies, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shhhh! I’ve only been single for like 12 hours, so it’s too soon….right?”

Jake interrupts before she can reply. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Campsite is 3 hours away, we’re burning daylight-hey!”

Bradley comes up behind him and slaps his ass. “Calm your tits, it’s barely 7. We can’t even check in until 11.”

“Well we have to account for traffic and bathroom breaks and…” Jake trails off as Bradley pushes him to the driver's seat as the rest of you pile into the van.

Javy and Natasha take the bucket seats, which leaves the back bench seat for you and Bob.

Bradley does a final check, making sure the tents and kayaks are strapped down before hitting the tailgate button and getting in the front seat before it closes.

No one notices that your sleeping bag fell out as Jake drives away.

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It was a fight to stay awake not even 15 minutes into the ride; you were exhausted. Your now ex-boyfriend had been blowing your phone all night and you’d only gotten about 3 hours of sleep.

You drift off and soon your head lolls onto his shoulder.

Someone’s running their fingers through your hair. Bob, you think as you get a hint of his comforting clean-laundry scent.

“Hey, we’re here,” Bob murmurs, rubbing your shoulder.

You startle, quickly sitting up. “Sorry! God, I’m so tired. Did I sleep on you the whole time?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “It’s alright, I don’t mind. You don’t snore like Bradley.”

“Hey! I do not!” Bradley turns back, offended.

“Yes, you do,” everyone replies in unison.

“It’s okay babe, it’s cute,” Jake says, pressing a kiss to his cheek before opening his door and getting out.

“It’s not cute,” Javy mutters under his breath, following suit.

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It’s late afternoon by the time everyone gets back to the campsite after your hike and it’s nearing dark by the time the tents are finally set up.

“So uh…we really didn’t think this through, did we?” Jake says, scratching the back of his neck as he looks at the 3 tents in front of them.

“It’s fine, you and Bradley can sleep in one, I’ll sleep with Stealth, and Bob and Javy can take the other,” Natasha offers.

“No, I know you and Javy hardly ever get to sleep by each other. Bob and I can share one. We’re adults and we each have our own sleeping bag. As long as you’re okay with that?” You ask, turning to Bob.

“Fine by me,” he answers, thankful it’s dusk so no one can see his flush.

“Perfect. Now, let’s have some drinks!” You say, opening the cooler.

“Are you sure?” Nat asks as you hand her a beer.

“I’m sure. It’ll be fine.”

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It wasn’t fine.

“What's wrong?” Bob asks as he rolls his sleeping bag out on the queen-sized air mattress.

“I can’t find my sleeping bag,” you sigh, zipping the door closed. “It’s not in the van, Bradley’s snoring and it sounds like Javy and Nat are…preoccupied. It’s okay though, I can just use the blanket I brought to put under it.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

Yes. “No, I think I’ll be okay.”

“You sure? You can take mine and I’ll use the blanket.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks though,” you smile up at him as you cover up.

He turns to set his glasses down and your mouth waters when his lean, muscular back is revealed as he takes off his shirt.

You look away, hoping he doesn’t notice your blush when he turns. He flicks the lantern off and climbs in, and you accidentally roll right into him. Damn air mattresses.

“Oof, sorry!” You stammer, scrambling away.

“It’s okay, my fault,” he replies, chuckling nervously. ‘G’night Stealth.”

“Night.”

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You. Were. Cold.

Shivering, teeth chattering cold. It was only in the low 60s, but you’d never handled being cold well.

Bob unzips his sleeping bag with a sigh and stands. “Hand me your blanket.”

“What? W-w-why?”

“Because you’re shivering. I’m going to put mine over us both and then we’ll put yours over it.”

“O-o-okay,” you agree, gasping when the cold air hits you. But it’s only for a second before the fleece-lined inside of his blanket covers you. He drapes your thin one over it and then gets under them both, drawing your back against his front.

“Just until you warm up, okay?” He murmurs near your ear, causing a different kind of shiver to roll through you.

“Mhmm,” you answer.

After a few minutes you’re finally getting warm, but you’re too comfortable to move and you drift off wrapped in his arms.

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You wake up to his quiet, breathy gasps and a sizable hard-on pressing into your ass.

Your nipples tighten as arousal shoots through you, settling between your legs at the sounds leaving him. He mumbles your name and continues to rut. He’s still asleep.

As much as you want to stay right where you are and see if he finishes, you wiggle from under his arm and stretch with a yawn.

You smile as he sleepily opens his eyes, a flush creeps in when he realizes what’s going on under the blanket but you act none the wiser. “Morning, I’m going to shower before it gets too busy. Wanna come?”

His eyes flutter close at your unintentional innuendo but he catches himself. “Yeah, sure. Uhhh…let me get my stuff and I’ll meet you out there.”

“Sounds good.” You reply, turning your back to get your clothes and shower bag together before unzipping the tent.

To your disappointment, he put his tee shirt back on. But to your amusement, he’s got his towel strategically placed in front of him.

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It’s thankfully a short walk to the bathrooms.

“I wonder if you’ll hear me sing,” you say, giggling at his expression. “I like to sing in the shower. Look, the bathrooms are connected.” You point to the 12-inch gap at the top of the wall between the bathrooms.

You wink and step into to the women’s side.

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Bob barely gets the shower curtain closed before he’s fisting his cock, biting his lip to keep from groaning. He jerks himself quickly, so worked up and trying to hurry so you’re not waiting but he freezes when he hears your soft, feminine moan. Was…was that you?

“Oh fuck,” he grunts quietly, gripping the base to stave off his orgasm when he hears you again.

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On the other side of the wall, you’re already getting close, so turned after months of mediocre orgasms from your own hand while watching mediocre porn; you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about Bob while masturbating when dating another man. Not to mention that the other man hadn’t ‘finished the job’ in over a year. But now you were single.

You grind the heel of your palm against your clit, and your core tightens as you teeter on the edge. You hear his soft curse and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge. A soft whimper escapes as the pleasure flows through you.

His answering groan has you clenching again but you sigh in disappointment when hear footsteps approaching the bathroom.

“You’re up early,” Nat calls from the shower beside yours.

“Yeah, I got cold. Hey, have you seen my sleeping bag?”

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You give Bob a nonchalant smile as you greet him outside the bathroom. “Nat hasn’t seen my sleeping bag. I’ll check with Jake and Bradley get too, but I’m guessing it got left behind somehow.”

“Gotcha. Hey, so-“ he starts but is interrupted by Bradley cooking breakfast.

“How do you guys want your eggs?”

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The morning was spent hiking and finished the afternoon kayaking on the lake. You caught Bob checking you in your bikini out more than once, but you were just as guilty, it was just easier to hide under your sunglasses.

You realize you hadn’t felt this light in years as you laugh around the bonfire later, listening to Jake telling a story about when he was a kid.

“I feel gross, I’m gonna hit the showers,” Jake says, slapping his knees and rising.

“Me too, I’ve got sand everywhere,” Bradley agrees.

Javy yawns, “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, Nat?”

She doesn’t respond as she’s already fast asleep with her hat pulled over her eyes.

A few minutes later it’s just you and Bob and the crackling of the fire under the stars.

“I never get to see the stars like this in the city, it’s so beautiful out here,” you murmur, eyes on the sky.

“Sure is,” he replies, eyes on you.

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It’s cold your tent. Again.

You fail to suppress your shivers as Bob slides under the blankets.

“Jesus Stealth, your feet are like ice!” He gasps as he brushes them with his own.

“Sorry. I don’t handle cold w-w-well,” your teeth chatter.

“I can tell. C’mere,” he chuckles, drawing you to him.

“Bob?” You murmur against his bare chest a few minutes later as his fingers trace along your spine.

“Yeah?”

“I like you…and I’ve liked you for a long time. I was already planning on breaking things off with Tyler in person next month when he was going to visit, but he made everything easier when I found out he cheated. I wasn’t even angry or upset. I was relieved…and kind of excited actually because that I could finally tell you how I feel about you and see if you feel the same way about-“

Bob cuts off your rambling by pressing a kiss to your lips. “I like you too, Stealth. I have for years.”

You smile and bring your lips back to his. He kisses you slowly and meticulously, memorizing every reaction he pulls from you.

Ever the gentleman, his hands don’t leave their position from the curve of your waist and the hinge of your jaw.

Time to literally take matters into your own hands.

He pulls from your lips with a gasp when you reach down and palm him.

“Oh my God, Bob. You’re huge,” you moan as you slip your hand down the front of his pants and grasp him.

You push gently at him and once he’s on his back, you trail kisses from his neck to his chest, smirking at the way he jolts when your teeth graze his nipples and continue your way south.

Your eyes widen at the size of his cock as it’s revealed when you tug his pants down.

That’s not gonna fit.

“Yes it will,” he chuckles breathlessly. You’re thankfully it’s dark as you blush, not realizing you said it out loud.

You bend forward and flick your tongue over the precum beading, moaning at the salty taste before licking him from base to tip, finally sucking his head into your mouth when he breathes, “Please?”

You get a little over half of him in your mouth before you’re fighting your gag reflex and have to let up.

You take a deep breath and suck him sloppily a few times, letting the excess saliva as lubricant for your hand to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. He sighs when you finally get into a good rhythm and pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to watch you in the dim moonlight.

“Ah! Wa-wait, wait, Stealth! I’m gonna cum,” he pants, tugging gently on your hair.

But you shake your head as you continue, tears leaking as you resist the urge to gag when his tip kisses the back of your throat. His body starts to tense and your teary gaze meets his as your free hand cups his sac and gently tugs.

His eyes squeeze close and he scrambles for your pillow, holding it over his face to muffle his deep groan as cums.

Your arousal coats your thighs and you rub them together to get some sort of relief as swallow it greedily with a quiet moan of your own.

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You give him a shy smile as he sets the pillow aside and the next thing you know you’re pinned under him with your shirt rucked up to your chin. He’s working you into a frenzy by alternating between your breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at your nipple while he laves and sucks the other.

You need more. “Bob? I’m ready,” you pant, fingers combing through his hair, gently tugging to bring him back up to you.

“You really think I’m gonna let you blow my mind and not return the favor?” He chuckles lowly before pressing a kiss between your breasts then lifting himself to tug your pajama shorts off.

He settles back between your thighs, but you stop him. “Wait! You don’t have to do…that. I-I mean I’m ready to go.”

“Do you not want me to?” He asks, causing you to shiver as his warm breath caresses you.

“I don’t…know? Do you want to? Tyler only did it a few times when we first started dating but could never get me off, then he kind of just stopped and said guys don’t actually like doing it. Gave me a complex,” you laugh awkwardly.

“Another reason he’s a fucking idiot. Yes, I want to. If you’ll let me?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

You nod, hesitant, but any nervousness is forgotten with the first pass of his tongue. Your head falls back against the pillow as he licks into you with his tongue. “Fuck you taste good,” he murmurs against your clit, flicking it gently with his tongue before he grips your ass and pulls you closer.

He doesn’t hold back as he devours you; the perfect variation of sucking, licking, and nipping. A strangled cry is ripped from your throat when he presses his fingers in and curls them against your g-spot.

“Stealth? You okay?” Nat calls sleepily from their tent 15 feet away.

You clench around his fingers, trying to still them as you try to reply steadily. “All good, j-just a dream.”

“Mmkay, G’night.”

“Night,” you answer just as an intense orgasm hits you. You taste the coppery hint of blood as you bite your lip to keep from making noise.

“Mmm,” Bob hums quietly as he works you through it, slowly only when you start to twitch from overstimulation. You whimper when he places a light kiss on your clit before moving back up your body.

“I’m going to lay you on my bed and do that for hours when we get back,” he murmurs against your lips before pecking a kiss to your lips.

“I can’t wait,” you whisper, reaching down to rub the head of his cock between your legs and lining him up.

“Shit, I didn’t bring any condoms,” he sighs, his head dropping to your shoulder in frustration.

“I didn’t either. I do have an IUD though, and I was clean at my physical a few weeks ago before we deployed. I haven’t slept with Tyler in over 5 months and we always used a condom. We could go without if you’re okay with it?”

“I’m clean too, are you sure though?” He asks, arms shaking as he holds himself back.

“I’m sure, I want you to fuck me bare,” you whisper in his ear with a nip to his lobe.

A strangled noise leaves him at your words and he presses forward.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he grits out, pausing to let you adjust halfway In.

You force yourself to relax, take a few deep breaths, and nod, “I’m okay, keep going.”

He groans in your ear when his hips finally meet yours; you whimper in his as he withdraws to push back in.

“Good girl, taking all of me,” he pants, groaning as you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when I call you a good girl?”

You mewl and nod, unable to form words as he angles his hips so your clit gets friction with each thrust.

You sink your teeth into his shoulder when your orgasm takes you by surprise. His jaw clenches and his rhythm falters but he manages to fuck you through it, not giving into his own release.

“You still cold?” He asks when you come back down, still thrusting into you lazily.

“Huh? Uh, no I’m good,” you reply, trying to catch your breath.

“Good.”

He kneels on the ground and pulls you to the edge of the mattress, flipping you onto your stomach. The air is pushed from your lungs when he presses back in; the new angle allows deeper thrusts right over your g-spot.

“Fuc-mmph!” You start, but Bob’s hand over your mouth cuts you off.

“Shhh,” he chuckles quietly. His other hand leaves your hip to dip between your legs, gathering your wetness and coming back up to circle your clit. “Be a good girl and get there again for me?”

Your eyes roll back and you can’t control the moan that leaves you as your orgasm slams into you, thankfully somewhat muffled by his hand.

He chokes as you clench rhythmically and follows you over the edge. He bites his lip to stay quiet and drapes himself over your back while he pumps you full.

He helps get your pajamas on and holds your hand as you walk to the bathroom on unsteady legs.

“I’ll wait for you out here,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mmkay,” you smile.

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Natasha walks in with a knowing smirk as you’re drying your hands.

“Must’ve been a good dream, eh?”

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Home for the Holidays

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

When you get home from a work trip, you and Natasha reunite just in time for holiday celebrations

Note: I’m back! Sorry for the lack of fics lately. I’ve been finishing up classes for the year, studying for an exam, and getting a job lol. Plus, a little family trip to Vegas last weekend. I hope y’all enjoy this one! Happy holidays!

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You’ve been gone on a business trip for four days and Natasha misses you like crazy.

She finally understands what it’s like to wait for her wife to come home as you waited for her all of those years. Nat counted down the days until she could see you again.

Your flight landed and she insisted on being at the airport even though you assured her you could get home by yourself. It was early in the morning so once she drove you home you fell into a deep slumber.

When you stir awake, Natasha is sitting up in bed next to you. She’s got a coffee in her hand and a smile on her face.

“Good morning, detka,” she says. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept okay,” you reply. “Still tired.”

She nods. You maneuver yourself over to place your head in her lap. Her soft, but strong fingers brush over your cheek.

“I’ve missed your beautiful face,” Natasha says, her voice barely above a whisper. She still gets a little shy with outright affection.

“I’ve missed you too, Natasha. What do you say we just stay in bed all day?”

“Hm,” Natasha begins. “We actually have some plans.”

“We?”

“Yeah. I made them on our behalf, but you know we’re a we. A package deal,” Nat explains.

She tries to read your expression. Maybe you’re too sleepy to read, she thinks. You just sigh and close your eyes.

“What are the plans?” You ask.

“Christmas lights with the team. Well, at least with Wanda, Steve, Sam, and Carol. They seem to be the most excited,” Natasha says.

“Carol is excited?” You ask in disbelief. She usually keeps her feelings to herself, but it’s a good sign she’s feeling like part of the team enough to be herself.

“She is. She reunited with Monica and some teenage girl that she’s bringing along. I’ll need to ask them how exactly they are connected, but yeah Carol is excited,” Natasha explains.

“Maybe I’m just tired but all of that sounds kind of insane.”

“That’s our line of work,” Nat says. “Are you ready to get up?”

“Lights happen at night,” you mumble, burying your face in Nat’s thighs.

“We’re having lunch with Yelena,” Nat says. “It’s the last time we’ll see her this year.”

You grumble and try to go back to sleep. Natasha chuckles at the way you cling to her.

“It’s going to be okay, baby. If you get too tired later we can always come back home and another type of fun,” Nat suggests.

“Oh,” you say. “Can we?”

You sit up and Natasha smirks. You’ve missed that expression.

“If we’re quick, we can probably do that right now too,” Natasha says. “What do you think, sweetheart? Do you want to show me how much you missed me, detka?”

God, was her voice always so enchanting or did you just miss her?

You find yourself nodding and leaning in to kiss Natasha. For the next 30 minutes, she welcomes you back home with fervor.

Once you get dressed, you leave to meet Yelena for lunch. Natasha brings her Christmas gift for her with you.

“You guys didn’t need to get me anything,” Yelena says. She begins to open it anyway.

“Oh, it’s fine. We-“ Natasha begins.

“Yes we did,” you interject. “You’re our family.”

You swear Yelena is about to cry, but Natasha cracks a joke about the gift effectively lightening the mood. You have no idea what the gift is honestly. Some kind of equipment for her missions.

“Thank you,” Yelena says. “I- um- I care about you both a lot.”

“I love you, Yelena. We love you,” Natasha says.

The affection from her sister makes Yelena begin to cry. Nat crosses the table and hugs her tight. You’re not sure who needed the hug more.

“Why don’t you stay with us for Christmas, Yel?” You ask her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose on your holiday,” she replies.

Despite her usual confidence, she can be a little insecure about her place in your lives. Natasha drops a little kiss to her head. Her sister folds into her further.

“You’re never imposing. It’ll be fun. Right Nat?”

“Absolutely,” Nat says. “You’re staying. I’ve decided for you.” You all three laugh.

Later that evening, Yelena tags along to the Christmas lights with the team. Everyone is happy to see you and everyone really is excited to be there. Especially Carol.

The lights and the company are perfect, but eventually you look sleepy enough for Nat to excuse you to go home. She tucks you in bed and climbs in next to you.

“Goodnight, detka,” Nat says.

“Wait, we were going to-“

“Sleep,” Nat says. “There’s time for that tomorrow. I know you’re exhausted.”

“Okay,” you reply. “I love you, Natasha.”

“I love you, y/n.”

[angstywaifu]

Love Doesn't Suit You - Brennan Sorrengail

Just a little idea that came into my head the other day, and just had to get written down for you all. That and I missed writing for this man. If any one has any Brennan ideas please send them my way. Pre Fourth Wing and Iron Flame (no spoilers), mentions of blood/violence, maybe bring tissues...... Requests Open.

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Never in his life had Brennan thought he’d be in this situation. Especially not with you. But here he was, stuck in this situationship with his childhood friend. Too scared to man up and tell you how he really felt. In stead you slept together, kissed and flirted. But the second it came to a label on it, you bailed. Every single time he had to watch you enjoy the company of another person. Gods, he did it too sometimes. But none of them were you.

”You’re going to get caught one day if you keep this up.”

I jump back, hand clutching my chest as Brennan steps out of the shadows. The moonlight reflecting off his reddish brown hair. He knew I liked to do these late night flights. Knew I used them to clear my head of whatever chaos was going on in it at the time.

”Only if I do something stupid.” I reply before walking past him.

I hear him sigh behind me before walking after me. “Well considering some of your choices you make, it might not be long.”

”What’s that suppose to mean?” I ask as I turn on the steps to look up at him.

I knew exactly what he meant. It was the same argument we had every few weeks or months depending how it was going. Brennan wanted more but…. I couldn’t. The thought of being with someone more than just a casual thing terrified me.

”You’re in a situatioship with what, two or three people now?” He says without even looking at me. “What happens when one of them meets and figures it out? Or you get bored and come back to me?” His voice laced with anger.

”I was pretty open about it not being exclusive. I’ve always made it clear with you and them I wanted nothing more than sex.” I say through gritted teeth before turning my back to him and walking back down the stairs.

Brennan’s footsteps are quick to follow me, and I can tell by the sound he’s angry. I’ve hit a nerve. Good. It’s better that he hates me. I’ll only break his heart if I haven’t already.

”You and I know very well that they’ve fallen in love with you. Don’t act all innocent with me.” He tells me as he practically breathes down my neck.

I turn and push Brennan back, causing him to stumble into the step behind him.

”You mean falling in love like you did?” I snap, watching as he winces at my words. “I’ve always made it clear I wanted nothing more than something casual. Love doesn’t go well with our line of work. You know that.”

Brennan just shakes his head, scoffing at the comment. “Love just doesn’t go well with you.” He mutters quietly before pushing past me and walking away. “Maybe I was stupid for even thinking you would ever commit to something.”

I barely catch the last part. Knowing he didn’t intend for me to hear it. But I do. I stand frozen to the spot as Brennan’s footsteps disappear. His words echoing in my head. My heart feeling like it was just ripped to shreds and thrown on the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut as tears start to roll down my face. If only he knew. If only he knew how much I actually cared. How much I wanted to put a label on us. But I can’t. I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts from my mind before slowly following Brennan down the rest of the stairs to the quadrant to try and get some sleep before tomorrow.

I’ve fucked up. My mind not focused on the my challenge. My mind still focused on what happened last night. Brennan’s words still echoing in my head from the night before. And because of that I hadn’t been fully focused. And now I would pay for it.

I can feel the blood dripping from the wound as my challenger pulls their knife out of my stomach. My hands rushing to apply pressure to the wound. Blood instantly seeping through my fingers as I drop to my hands and knees in the pool of blood forming on the floor. This is it. This is how I die. Black dots start to fill my vision as I feel myself slipping away. Over the ringing in my ears I hear someone calling, no screaming my name. Their voice is pained, as if they’re losing someone they love.

I cough, blood splattering the ground beneath me. Shit.

The last thing I see before I black out is a familiar pair of amber eyes looking at me in panic as they scream my name, trying to apply pressure to the wound as they pull me into their arms.

[sturniozo]

Away From You

Back To You part two

I didn’t know where else to go when I went to Alex’s house after I saw Matt with another girl. I couldn’t even tell Alex the truth about why I was at his door crying. He thinks it was because I was desperate to have him back and came running after he texted me that night.

I cried the whole night in Alex’s arms, while he comforted me about the wrong thing. The truth is, I couldn’t care less about having Alex back. I’d rather be in the arms of the man I’ve actually been in love with for the last two years. It took crying in the wrong man’s arms to realize, I never really loved Alex. It was always Matt, and always will be.

“How you feeling?” Alex asks as I lay on his bare chest. Yes, I’m ashamed to say that we did in fact sleep together last night.

“So much better.” I lie. What am i supposed to say, ‘you’re terrible in bed and I’m in love with my best friend’?

Alex just smiles. That stupid cocky smile I hate so much. The smile that says “I’m the greatest cockiest man in the world.” The smile of lies and arrogance.

Everything Alex does seems to piss me off now. I used to miss the way he’d play with my hair when we cuddled, but now all I can think about is the tugging on my scalp as he plays with my tangled hair. If it’s tagled from my night’s sleep, don’t play woth it. His audible breathing pisses me off too. My god, he snores while he’s awake.

“What’s on your mind?” Alex asks. God, his voice is even annoying.

“Nothing.” I mumble.

“Come on, what is it?” He laughs softly as he speaks. Another annoyance.

“Nothing.” I say again, this time more sternly.

Alex groans as he sits up. “You’re upset about something.”

I sit up as well. “What makes you think that?” I ask in a sarcastic tone.

“Well for one, you have never talked back to me before.”

I scoff. “Yes, I was a perfect and compliant girl for you.”

“What is up with you?” Alex snaps. “I thought you were dying to get back together with me?”

“Of course you would think that.” I laugh. “Because every girl is just dying to be with you.”

“God, so what if I slept around while we were broken up.” Alex exclaims.

“You think that’s what this is about?” I laugh again. “Like I didn’t sleep around too?”

Alex’s eyes widen. “What are you talking about? Who would sleep with you?”

“You, evidently.”

“Who did you sleep with?” He asks. He steps closer to me, clenching his jaw tightly. His eyes widen as the few braincells in his head connect the dots. “Fucking Matt, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Jesus Alex, you just said you slept around too.”

“Not with someone I see every single fucking day. I’m gonna kill that guy.”

“I’m not gonna see him every day anymore.” I sigh.

“Why’s that then?” Alex laughs. I look down. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He dumped you too huh?”

I stand up. “I’m leaving.” I mumble as I grab my clothes.

“What was it, he could’t stand you sleeping with every guy on the street.” Alex laughs.

I slip my clothes back on as ast as I can, grabbing my bag and my shoes as Alex follows me out the door, laughing at me once again.

He steps infront of me before I can leave the house. “Alex, move.”

“Oh, so scary.” Alex laughs. “Alex, move.” He mocks.

I roll my eyes and puch him out of the way, walking out the door and to my car. Alex follows me, slamming my car door back shut as I open it.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Where you aren’t.” I spit.

“Do you really think you can handle another guy leaving you?” Alex says.

“Another guy isn’t leaving me.” I open the car door again. “I’m leaving him.”

Matts POV

“Dude, have you even eaten today?” Chris asks. I only groan in response. “You gotta get out of bed sometime.”

Chris leans against the doorframe of be bedroom, hos arms crossed as he stares at me. I haven’t been able to get out of bed for days, or eat, or sleep. Not since Y/N left my house the other night.

“You have to get out of bed sometime, eat.” Chris insists. “I’ve heard of girls doing this after a breakup, but seeing you like this after Y/N left-”

“What about it?” I say groggily as I turn around in bed. I glare at Chris as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Well, isn’t this kind of…. your fault?” Chris says.

“What?” I sit up in my bed.

“Well, I mean, you did sleep with Anna or whatever her name is right after your fight with Y/N.”

“She went back to Alex, how is that any different?” I snap at him.

“She didn’t go back to Alex.” Chris says. “She came over for you.”

“I’ve seen her instagram story, she’s back with him. And her life 360 says she’s at his house right now.” I lay back down on the bed.

“You’re stalking her?” Chris asks.

“It’s not stalking. I got the notification that she arrived at his house last night.”

“And if I unlock your phone what app is already open?” Chris reaches for my phone, and I stop him.

“You proved your point.” I groan.

Chris raises his eyebrow and gestures to my phone, which is lit up showing a notification from ten minutes ago, from life 360 showing Y/N had left Alex’s house.

I look up at Chris and sit up from my bed, throwing the covers off my body. “Give me that.” I say quickly. Chris hands me the phone, and I look to see where Y/N is headed. Here.

Y/N’s POV

I sit in the driveway of my best friends house. Can I even call him that now? Is he even my best friend after what happened the other day? I bite my lip, not able to decide whether or not to actually go into the house.

I shake my head. What am I even doing? Why am I here? After eveything with Matt, how can I expect he wants to see me?

I start my car up again, putting it into reverse when I hear the front door open. I look up and see Matt. We stare at eachother for a moment before he walks down the steps and to my car. I put the car back in park and open my door, the awful dinging telling me the key is still in the ignition as I step out of the car to greet Matt.

“What are you doing here?” Matt asks in a soft voice.

I look down, my hair falling over my face. “I- I don’t know.” I say in almost a whisper.

“Y/N.” Matt puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head to look in my eyes. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yeah?” A blush tints my cheeks.

“Yeah.” He mumbles before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

This was different than every other time we’ve kissed. It had always been quick and needy, never loving and slow like this. He’s never held me so close and so softly like he is now. His hands on my cheek and waist, instead of under my shirt.

Matt pulls away for a moment, looking at me with a soft smile before leaning in and kissing me again.

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[emlovessid]

@into-the-jeggyverse for the bingo prompt beard scruff, 662 words bingo masterpost

Regulus wakes to an arm heavy over his waist, breath fanning across the back of his neck.

There’s a moment where he wonders whether Barty drunkenly ended up in his bed instead of his own last night, and is ready to untangle their legs and kick him in the shin when maybe-Barty adjusts in his sleep, tightening the arm around Regulus’ waist and pulling him closer. He feels lips press lightly against his bare shoulder, unable to help the shiver that runs through him at the brush of beard scruff across his skin; Barty has never been able to grow anything remotely close to a beard.

Eyes flying open, he realises he’s not in his room at all. And that’s when it all comes rushing back to him.

Laughing over slices of pizza about the garlic bread James had burnt to a crisp; I swear to god I set a timer, I don’t know what happened.

James’ reluctance and eventual surrender when Regulus suggested watching a scary movie; you’re paying for my therapy after this, just FYI.

The space between them on the couch that became smaller and smaller with each jumpscare and blood-curdling scream from the speakers, until they were pressed against each other from their shoulders down to their knees. The way James’ hand darted out to grip his the next time he flinched, Regulus only hesitating a moment before stretching out his fingers to thread them with James’ and giving them a comforting squeeze.

The next part is a bit blurry for Regulus, all he remembers is that one minute they were both watching the movie and the next they were only a breath apart, eyes meeting for a moment before their lips brush, tentative at first until something snapped and they crashed together. 

He remembers the warmth of James’ hand as it slipped underneath Regulus’ jumper and met his bare skin, the taste of James’ lips as they parted at the touch of Regulus’ tongue, the sound of James’ moans as Regulus runs his fingers through his hair, the feel of James’ stubble against his chin, his neck, the inside of his thighs.

This time when he feels James – not Barty – adjust behind him, he rolls over to face him. He looks so peaceful in sleep, eyelashes resting atop his cheeks, mouth parted slightly. He tries not to be embarrassed by how long he lies there watching James sleep, before Regulus eventually slips out from underneath him to head to the bathroom down the hall, heart tugging at the small whine half-conscious James lets out.

He’s just closed James’ bedroom door behind him when he comes face to face with his brother, a cup of tea in each hand on the way back to his own bedroom.

“Morning,” Sirius says casually, though the smirk at the corner of his lips makes Regulus nervous.

“Morning...”

“You slept with James, didn’t you?”

“What?” Regulus chokes.

With a wave of his hand, Sirius clarifies, “Well, at the very least you made out with him.”

“How did you—” he splutters, realising too late he’s just confessed, not that Sirius hadn’t somehow figured him out already with only one look at him.

“James and I have been friends for a long time. Over the years, I’ve been witness to a number of James’ hook ups leaving the flat the next morning. Unsurprisingly, all of their chins looked a whole lot like yours does right now.”

Regulus’ hand flies up to his face, wincing when his fingers press against the tender skin of his chin that James’ beard scruff has apparently torn to shreds. When he looks at Sirius again, he’s grinning triumphantly into his cup of tea.

“I hate you,” Regulus groans.

With a mock gasp, Sirius says, “I think you should be thanking me, actually. After all, it’s because of me that you even know James.”

He has a point, but Regulus isn’t willing to concede. Not today. “I still hate you.”

[chimielie]

“Did you ever keep a diary as a kid?” You want to know, rifling through Tadashi’s nightstand to find the book you’d left last time you slept over.

“I mean, I had them,” he says, response slow like he’s trying to remember. “I wasn’t really good at keeping up with it, though. I think I had like five at one point that all had only two or three entries. I just didn’t want to ruin that nice new notebook, you know?”

“Yeah,” you say thoughtfully, pulling out the tome you were looking for with an expression of triumph. “I don’t think I ever managed to do it consistently until like, last year.”

“That’s better than most people,” he shrugs, hauling you back by your hips next to him on the bed, where you settle your head on his shoulder, enjoying his clean, fresh-detergent smell and light touch. “What do you journal about?”

“Kind of whatever,” you shrug. “Mostly what I did that day as a memory exercise. I like going back and rereading stuff from the beginning of our relationship sometimes.”

“You wrote about me?” His voice is soft, shy. You pat his cheek.

“Yeah, definitely,” you laugh, “I think I went home and wrote poetry about you two dates in or something. Yeugh.”

Tadashi looks up at you, and it’s almost alarming how fast the blood rushes to your cheeks. “You’ve written poetry about me?”

“I didn’t mean to say that,” you say, all your breath caught in your chest. “Oh, my God, you did not hear that.”

“No,” a slow smile spreads over his face, putting dimples in his freckled cheeks. You lean back a little as he leans forward, showing you the little gap between his two shiny white front teeth. “I did, actually. And as your muse, I have a right to read it.”

“Nooo,” you moan, sliding from your seat on the bed until you’re staring up at the ceiling and your bent knees are holding you in a bridge position. “It’s not even, like—I barely knew you and I think I was kind of tipsy, when I wrote it, I mean—I’ve written much better poetry about you since then—fuck!”

You slap a hand over your mouth, but it’s too late. He’s crawling over you, crowding you until you’re comfortably laying on the bed, arms up by your ears and deceivingly sadistic sweetheart of a boyfriend hovering over you, his body burning you everywhere he touches.

“I wanna see it,” he says, voice quiet and teasing. “Pretty please? With a strawberry on top?”

You can’t even look away from him, batting his lashes, trying to charm you into giving him what he wants. He’s got a little victorious spark in his eyes, like he already knows he’s won. How are you supposed to say no?

[returnsandreturns]

they get high and also honest

(i don't KNOW where aziraphale read about shotgunning but it had to happen. also maybe continue on and put this on ao3?)

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“It was wonderful to see Adam again, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale says.

“Mmm, yes,” Crowley says, unenthusiastically. “Did you understand a word he said?” 

“Oh, not a word,” Aziraphale breathes, relieved.

“He’s just a kid,” Crowley says, then laughs, surprising himself. “That’s kind of–nice, actually. After everything.” 

“It is nice,” Aziraphale says, smiling before he walks past him to lock the door to the shop. “Although, he’s really a teenager more than a kid. The smell alone.”

“Smell of hormones,” Crowley says, “and energy drinks and Snapchat and–” 

“Marijuana,” Aziraphale says, surprised, and Crowley turns to see him bent down and picking up a small plastic bag folded in half. “I thought I recognized the smell.” 

“Why did you recognize it?” Crowley asks, squinting at him, gasping when Aziraphale looks nothing but coy. "Have you partaken, angel?" 

“. . .you know that period in the seventies where we didn’t really speak much?” Aziraphale asks, apparently waiting for Crowley’s hesitant nod before he goes on. “I spent quite a lot of it. . .thinking. And smoking, on occasion. Medicinally." 

“For what ailment?” Crowley asks, laughing.  

“Spot of depression,” Aziraphale says, simply, no emotions on his face besides a small and, frankly, suspicious smile.

“Why were you depressed?” Crowley asks, with every emotion visible on his face, probably. He might not have been the best person to turn to in the event of an emotional crisis but he would have tried. Things got strange and tense after the holy water–perhaps, more specifically, after Aziraphale gently turned him down when he didn’t even know what he was asking for. He wanted to give him his space. Slow down. 

In 1972, he bought the newest Bowie album and fell asleep to Starman playing in the background. He woke up two years later, paced up and down Aziraphale’s street fifty times, caught eyes with him through the window for just a moment before he ran off. He bought a copy of Diamond Dogs from the record store nearby then went back to his flat and slept for the majority of the decade. 

Aziraphale wrinkles his nose, stares somewhere over Crowley’s shoulder for a long moment before he meets his eyes and says, softly, “We didn’t speak at all that decade, did we?”

“We had lunch once,” Crowley says, feeling like his heart is entirely too aware of this whole situation, wanting to touch him but not sure where, “in 1972.” 

“Of course,” Aziraphale says, after a beat, like he’s remembering how painfully awkward it was just trying to be whatever their brand of normal was. “Would you–would you like to smoke with me, perhaps? It would be wrong to give it back to Adam and encourage the behavior. But it's. . .also wrong to let it go to waste, don’t you think?” 

“For the record, this is not what I expected to happen today,” Crowley says, smiling, “but sure, angel. Let’s smoke, I guess.” 

*** 

When they’re upstairs, Aziraphale makes sure that the smoke will not penetrate anything to reach the books downstairs or leave a lingering smell, sitting Crowley down on the small sofa to watch as he digs around and eventually pulls out a delicate looking glass pipe. It looks brand new, no burns at all, milky white with pale blue flowers painted on it. 

Aziraphale is silent as he neatly packs the pipe and barely rubs his thumb over the rim of it to light it.  

“For you,” he says, offering it to Crowley before sitting next to him, just an inch or two between them. 

Crowley coughs as soon as he takes a hit, turning into a laugh when he sees Aziraphale watching him kind of smugly. 

“Don’t judge me, angel,” he says, handing him the pipe. “I’ve hardly done this. Apparently been living a pure and righteous existence compared to you." 

“And God said, behold,” Aziraphale says, solemnly, “I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the–” 

“Oh, don’t quote Genesis at me, you bastard,” Crowley says, nudging him gently. “I was there.” 

Aziraphale takes a hit and Crowley watches every godforsaken second of it, allowing himself the indiscretion given the context, taking in the sight of the pipe parting Aziraphale’s lips and his eye fluttering shut and the long lingering moment of peace before he slowly blows the smoke out. 

“You’re, uh,” Crowley says, faintly. “You’re good at that.” 

“How so?” Aziraphale asks, happily. 

“Well, you look good,” Crowley clarifies, freezing until Aziraphale blushes and looks even more pleased with himself. “What am I doing wrong?” 

“You need to take it slower, I think,” Aziraphale says, relighting it and biting his lip for a distracting moment before he asks, “May I?” and lifts the pipe to Crowley’s mouth. 

“. . .uh huh,” Crowley says, shocked at Aziraphale’s soft fingers touching his jaw to keep him still but immediately listening when he tells him to breathe in slowly and tells him when to stop. 

“Hold it in,” Aziraphale says, softly, setting the pipe carefully on the table before resting a hand on Crowley’s chest like he wants to feel his breathing. “Now breathe out, dear.” 

It’s definitely smoother.

“There you are,” Aziraphale says, satisfied. 

“Here I am,” Crowley says, thoroughly shaken. 

*** 

Crowley manages to get Aziraphale to do it one more time, just to be safe, before he takes a hit on his own and already feels like he’s melting into the sofa, staring shamelessly when Aziraphale shifts forward to pull off his jacket and waistcoat. 

Aziraphile slowly rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons exactly one button. 

"A bit stifled," he says, sitting back again, leaning against Crowley heavily. 

"Sure," Crowley says, swallowing hard. "Am I meant to be feeling it much yet?" 

"It may take some time," Aziraphale says, smiling sideways at him. "How are you feeling now?" 

"Good," Crowley says, smiling back because he can't help himself. "Very good." 

***

"You did not," Crowley says, grinning. 

"I did," Aziraphale says, laughing. "And I was never welcome at Buckingham Palace again." 

"You fascinate me," Crowley says, without a hint of sarcasm. 

At some point, he was down to a black t-shirt and jeans, everything else abandoned on the floor with Aziraphale's clothing. It is an unfamiliar sight that he can't stop glancing down at. 

At another point, his arm found its way around Aziraphale's shoulders, then his waist instead, and Aziraphale just cuddled close instead of commenting on it. It feels like time is moving differently and like he's breathing under water and, ultimately, like they can be what they want to be without driving away the urge with stupid fears. He can't hold onto a thought for very long other than how good he feels. It's lovely. 

"What are you thinking about?" Aziraphale asks, lifting his head, after they've both gone silent. 

". . .when you said I went too fast, in my car all those years ago," he says, because that's been on his mind ever since. "What did you think I wanted?" 

"Oh," Aziraphale says, softly. "Well, I thought maybe it was. . .what I wanted, as well. What I was trying not to want." 

"Angel," Crowley says. He really wants a straight answer for once, something other than wait and see and lingering looks, but then Aziraphale is relighting the pipe. 

"Let me try something," he says. "I've never done it but I've read–well, just breathe in when our mouths touch, dear." 

Crowley watches Aziraphale take another hit, feeling paralyzed for just a moment when Aziraphale slides fingers into hair to hold him in place before he's leaning in so they're pressed together as he slots his mouth over Crowley's and breathes out slowly. 

Crowley doesn't cough at all this time and Aziraphale stays right there, touches their foreheads together, murmurs his name like a goddamn blessing. 

"I want you," Crowley says, breathlessly, winding his arms around Aziraphale like he might change his mind. "Please, angel, please-can I have you?" 

Every word and every kiss that Aziraphale gives him after feels like it will linger forever, hovering around in the air between them, a gentle buzzing under his skin. He is feeling everything so much. 

"Yes," Aziraphale says, kissing his mouth. "Yes, anything you want." His cheek. "My beautiful boy." The tip of his nose. "So brave." 

"Dunno about brave," Crowley murmurs. 

"For me, you are," Aziraphale says, stroking his cheek. "You always have been." 

Crowley would do anything for him. If being brave is part of that, maybe he is. 

They kiss for an indeterminate amount of time, Aziraphale mostly in his lap, until Aziraphale pulls away just enough to murmur, "Should we sober up, darling? Maybe talk?" 

" I'd like to touch you a while longer," Crowley admits, brushing fingers down Aziraphale's throat, tracing down underneath his loose collar. "I think I might be braver this way, actually." 

Aziraphale smiles down at him warmly and starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt. 

[championleonsslut]

How about sweet and tender "Thank God You're Alive" comfort sex with Leon? Like, during the Darkest Day, Y/N got attacked by Eternatus trying to help Leon/save Hop and almost died (Leon actually got told by the doctors she was going to die) but survived. Now that they're home and together again, Leon absolutely needs to make love to her to not only show that he loves her but to know that she is THERE, alive and well, with him. And he cries. So much ;w; Pretty please? I'll make you your favorite pastry!

I’ve seen this ask on a few other blogs and would LOVE to try my hand at it (also sorry to disappoint you but I don’t eat sugar or sweet treats… I do love savory foods though 👀)

Sweet and tender nsfw, almost death, angst, marriage proposal

“Squeal as loud as you can, Love.”

Eternatus was horrifying.

It was massive, and loud, and more powerful than any Pokemon you’d ever seen.

Leon had told you not to follow him to take it on, but you didn’t listen. You needed to help him, so you raced after him.

He had already weakened it with Aegislash, Dragapult, and now Charizard… But it wasn’t enough. He told you to get somewhere safe, because he was terrified of losing you. The girl he had a ring box stored away in his closet for with a beautiful band inside.

But Eternatus had other ideas, it blasted you instead, despite Charizard’s attempts to cover you. You were flung across the top of Hammerlocke Stadium, and smashed your head right into the wall.

Leon had never seen so much blood, let alone how weakly you were breathing. Hop and Gloria were able to come in to help with Zacian and Zazamenta, so he could rush you to the hospital.

You were knocked out beyond belief, and stayed that way for many days. Leon hardly left your side. He barely ate, or slept. Just sat beside you and waited for you to wake up.

Oh how badly he wanted to propose after the match was over… But now you might be dead for all he knows. It could be all over.

But then.

Then you woke up.

Leon was overjoyed, and while being excited still tried to be as gentle with you as possible. You were able to go back to your shared apartment a few days later.

You had your arms wrapped around one another.

Leon was snuggled into your neck, “I missed you.”

You smiled, “I know. I missed you too… You big dork.”

He snorted, and left a soft kiss on your neck.

“Can I show you how much I missed you?” You felt him smirk against your neck.

“Horny already?”

Leon groaned at your response.

You pulled back from him, and batted your eyelashes up at him.

“Make love to me, Leon.”

He chuckled and scooped you up.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of movement. Leon gently lead you to the bedroom, locking the door just in case. The next thing you knew, you were on the bed with him on top of you, smothering your neck, and lips in kisses.

His tongue wove its way into your mouth as he gently began removing your clothes, and you fiddled with his belt.

You could already feel his dick straining his pants, and were quite excited to have him inside you again. But first you’d have to wait, as once you were undressed, Leon first stretched you out with his fingers as he left hickies all over your neck and shoulders.

He started with one, then it was two, then it was three. You were already dripping wet, and his lips all over your body only made you more sensitive. Your moans were soft and breathy, as Leon gently yet firmly tried to prepare you for him.

“Leon…” You mumbled, as he stroked against that sensitive spot inside you.

“I know, I know. You want the main event already… Are you sure, darling?” He smiled down at you.

You rapidly nodded, and he chuckled as he licked your juices off his fingers, and began getting rid of his boxers.

Leon gently and tenderly slid inside you, and his thrusts were calculated and slow. The room was filled with moans, groans, cries and whimpers for the other as you kissed one another.

Leon gazed down at you as he bottomed out inside you again.

“Fuck… Babe, I need you to marry me.”

You let out a soft moan and blinked up at him.

“Leon… Are you, mmfph… Are you proposing? With your dick inside me?”

He nodded, “Uh-huh. Couldn’t wait any longer.”

You chuckled, and brought him down for another kiss as your cunt clenched around him.

“Yes.”

He grinned down at you, and as a thank-you, you got to cum a total of eleven times that night. What can I say? Leon’s good with his tongue.

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Author: Sourcherryjam

Group: C

Prompts: Siren's song, full moon. Landlord troubles. Challenges.

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The Siren's Call

Rent day usually meant an empty shop, everyone avoiding their landlord until Mr. Gold made the rounds himself to collect payments.

Then, fourteen months ago, Belle French had accepted the librarian position and moved into town, and suddenly, every rent day, she was in on her lunch break with a check and a smile. 

Of course, Gold didn’t care that she came. What did it matter to him if someone actually sought him out to pay him on time, in full? Sure, in doing so, she ensured that he took every maintenance complaint seriously—he’d even once gone himself to fix her garbage disposal. He didn’t care that she’d smiled at him, offered him a cup of tea, and engaged him in conversation about his antique cufflinks. 

He didn’t care about the librarian.

The only reason he made sure to be in at lunchtime on rent day was to avoid confusion, that was all. He only checked the clock every few minutes to see how much of his time she wasted. 

Today, it was fifty-five minutes. Fifty-five minutes he’d spent polishing a silver tea service instead of collecting rent. She usually came within half an hour, chatted for ten or so minutes, and then left, for a total of, at most, forty wasted minutes, but now it’d been fifty-five and he hadn’t even seen her yet?

This was why he didn’t care about Belle French. Ultimately, she would turn on him like everyone else.

It was a full seventy-two minutes before Belle French staggered into the shop like she’d been shot.

“Morning, Mr. Gold,” she slurred, eyes half closed as she wobbled toward him. Was she drunk?

“It’s past one, Miss French.” He set his cloth down, watching her ping-pong across the floor, hand pressed to her forehead. “What is the matter with you?”

She slumped into his counter, pressed her eyes into her palm, and slid a check to him. He pried it out from under her finger, and even the familiar Alice in Wonderland pattern didn’t please him.

“This is blank.” It took fourteen months, but the librarian was finally trying to get a favor out of him.

“Just fill it in,” Belle said. “You know how—” She groaned, sinking further into her hand. “—much it is.”

That was a new tactic. It soothed his ruffled feathers. “It’s fully blank, Miss French. You didn’t even sign it.” 

“What?” She peeked between her fingers and he showed it to her. “Oh god. Mr. Gold, I don’t know what to do.”

“What’s going on?”

She dropped her head to the counter, and he squashed down the urge to stroke her hair. He was her landlord. He didn’t even use her first name.

“It’s this headache.” 

“A headache?” His hand moved as if it wanted to touch her forehead, and he clamped his other hand over it. “Seems like a migraine.”

“I’ve never had a migraine before,” she said.  “And this one’s gone on eight days.”

Before he could stop himself, he’d walked around the counter to put his arm around her. “Eight days? What did Dr. Whale say?”

When he prompted her upright, she followed along, hanging half limp against him. 

“I didn’t go.” 

He slung her arm over his shoulder, supporting her with his across her waist, and half dragged her to the back. If anyone walked in, they’d think he’d drugged her.

“Why not?”

“Useless.”

They crossed through the doorway and just as he was about to scold her, her hand fell from her eyes and she straightened a fraction. 

“It hurts less,” she said. “What’s happened? What do you have back here?”

She plopped down on his cot, and he suddenly realized what he was doing. Without a second’s thought, he’d brought Belle—Miss French—the love of his life—fuck—back to his private room and led her to the cot he himself slept on. 

“Lots of things.” He stepped toward her, thumping harder on his cane than necessary. Just the librarian. Miss French. A tenant. 

She zeroed in on something behind him. “That. What’s that?” 

Before he could answer, she was across the room, grabbing a gilded conch shell off a cluttered shelf. He barely had time to marvel at her boldness before she let out a sigh he felt all the way in his toes.

“Oh my god.” She sank back onto his cot, clutching the conch. “I can hear my own thoughts again. What is this?” 

It was on the tip of his tongue to dismiss it as just a trinket, but the memory of polishing it teased at him. He’d been sitting at his table eight days ago, the night of the full moon, carefully working a rag over its bumps and crevices until it shone, thinking about how he’d seen Belle leave the library laughing on the phone. He’d spent all day trying not to think about it, but in the back of his shop, he allowed himself to dwell, to imagine that he’d been on the other end making her laugh. 

Then, he’d felt a tremor, assumed it was just the old building settling, and moved on with his evening.

“It’s a siren horn.” Thank god for his practiced confidence. “Legend says—what are you doing?”

Belle walked past him, clutching the shell. “I have to go this way.” 

He all but ran after her, grabbing the pistol out of its drawer on the way, and caught her as she was stepping off the sidewalk.

“Where are you going?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. This way.”

He couldn’t believe what was happening. He couldn’t believe himself. Who was he? 

“I’ll drive you.”

***

Gold wasn’t surprised that, after a lot of meandering and dead ends, they pulled up to the marina. He’d known all along that Belle was being called to the sea. 

The locked door wouldn’t stop her, but it stalled her long enough for Gold to limp out and around to her. 

“Do you hear that?” She clutched the conch, staring at the water with glassy eyes.

“No.” He could imagine what she heard—the siren’s song. That’s the last time he wouldn’t take a legend seriously. 

She kicked her shoes off as she strode to the shore, mouth sagging. In the car, she’d told him all about the internet hacks and remedies she’d tried, including submerging herself in a tub full of ice which he’d be imagining for eternity, but now she floated forward in silence, him thumping after her.

“Belle.”

“Yes?”

She shrugged out of her cardigan and dropped it into the sand. With no idea of what to do, Gold grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the dock instead of the water. It seemed like it would be easier to contain her there.

“Mr. Gold,” she said, allowing him to tug her. “It’s okay. You can let go.”

“No,” he snarled. “I won’t let you drown yourself.”

“She won’t let me drown. Can’t you hear her?”

They reached the dock, and if Gold stopped panicking, he could hear a distant melody calling Belle’s name. He took a step toward it, then shook his head. One of them had to stay clear or they’d both drown. 

She walked up to the edge and curled her toes around the wood, swaying forward. If he hadn’t been holding her, she’d have fallen in.

“Let go, Mr. Gold.”

“Belle, give me the horn.”

She clutched it tighter, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t destroyed it in his shop. Any idiot would have, but he was too busy mooning over Belle. 

“Belle.”

“It’s not mine to give.” 

She looked over the water and he saw it—a churning pool moving closer. No more time for thinking. He grabbed the shell, letting go of Belle as he did, and when she shrieked and scrabbled backwards for it, it rolled off the dock.

“Shit.”

He ripped off his jacket, waistcoat, shirt, and tie, tearing buttons and silk as he did. He was afraid of being weighed down by all his clothes, of having something for the siren to grab, so he kicked off his shoes and his pants, and as Belle slipped into the water, he dove in after her and the shell in his underthings.

Destroying the shell was his first priority, so he swam past Belle to retrieve it, then came up underneath her, pushing her up with his shoulder and a strength he was grateful he possessed. She fought him, dress billowing out around her and into his way, but he hadn’t become a rich old miser by giving up easily. He all but hurled her back onto the dock, and as she struggled to return to the sea, he smashed the conch against the wood.

A piercing, unearthly shriek rent the air, and they both clapped their hands over their ears. 

“Mr. Gold?” Belle asked, clear-eyed, and he breathed. She was back. “Oh god, hang on, I’m coming!” 

He floated to the dock, reaching for her outstretched hand when something gripped him like a vice and dragged him backwards.

“Mr. Gold!” Belle shrieked, straining for him, but the siren dragged him out of reach.

“Belle!” 

It pulled him under water, but he could still see Belle rummaging through his clothes. Was she robbing him? He deserved it. 

But then she stood at the edge of the dock, pistol pointed at him, and he understood. She and the siren were in cahoots. Did he have any oxygen?

Her mouth moved, but he couldn’t hear her anymore, and then the gun exploded and so did his shoulder, and so did the siren behind him, and despite the pain and blossom of blood, he was free. He kicked up, and when he reached the surface, Belle grabbed him and pulled.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” she said. “It just grazed you.”

“It’s fine,” he wheezed in between coughing up water. His undershirt was soaked and pink. “You can owe me a favor.”

“A big one.” She put her arm around him. “Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.” 

She helped him up, and he was freezing, soaking wet in his underwear with a bullet wound. He looked down at his discarded clothes, the shards of shell. Belle pressed his wadded-up button-down to his shoulder and  handed him his cane, but kept her arm around him as he transferred his weight to it.

“How does it feel,” he said as they limped, two bedraggled lumps, to the car, “living out the most popular fantasy in Storybrooke?” 

“What? Being saved by a dashing hero?”

���Shooting me.”

She snickered, and his mouth twitched in the closest thing to a grin he could manage. That was a real laugh.

“You’ll probably need someone to take care of you while you recover,” Belle said.

He wrinkled his nose at the thought of hiring a nurse to deal with a shoulder scratch. “I can manage on my own.”

“Are you sure?”

He looked up at her, and she was biting her lip at him, fluttering her eyelashes. Was he crazy, or was she flirting? 

“I suppose if someone owed me a big favor, I could use the help.” 

They reached his car and she turned to face him, still pressing his bundled shirt to his wound, hand speckled with his blood. 

“You know, I was sick all week, and no one even tried to help me with my headache,” she said. “I’d like to thank you.”

He couldn’t breathe, and it had nothing to do with the pain or the water. “It’s no matter.”

“Maybe this will do?” She licked her lips, and he had a second to fantasize about that before he didn’t need to, because she was pressing them to his, and he was just standing there, limp and lifeless as a fish. She pulled back and bit her lip.

“Well?”

He cleared his throat, trying to string together even one coherent thought other than Belle. “That’ll do,” he said hoarsely, and then he kissed her again.

-

[dominimoonbeam]

Totally Normal Meet Cute Script - Part 3

The final part to this absolutely normal meet cute story!

warning: it's not a normal meet cute... it's a slasher. you're in a slasher. good luck!

Performed by Jouska over on his youtube and his patreon!

Part 3 - It Always Ends at a Party

I absolutely agree, a house party is a bad idea.

But if we were going to go, we should go together, right? Safety in numbers.

Really, what would be safer, glasses, being the only two people staying home or being in a frat house packed to the rafters with other people?

[laughs] Okay, safe from a serial killer, obviously. Not safe from…everything else that can go wrong.

It’s not a fire hazard. It’s just a party!

I’m not saying that we should definitely go, I’m just saying that maybe we should think about going. It would be fun, and the last couple months have been… intense.

It’s not until next week anyway. You can think about it. Here, I’ll tack the flyer up on your corkboard right between this incredibly detailed list of goals for the year and… Is this an expired coupon for soft serve? Why do you still have this?

[laughs] You’re lactose intolerant!

I’m tossing the coupon.

What else do you have up here… I’m seeing a lot of sticky note reminders and take out menus…

I still have a half hour before my class starts. That’s plenty of time to get across campus.

It is for me… You should really reconsider coming out running with me in the morning. We can do a light jog! We’ll take it at your pace, just around the campus and back. You’ll love it, glasses. Okay, that’s a lie, you’re going to hate it, but I will let you complain the whole way and after we get back, you’re going to realize how much more awake you feel. It’ll change your whole day!

Really? [surprised] You’ll really give it a try?

Wait, are you agreeing to go running so you can turn down the party?

[laughs] I would take that deal, yeah… I’d much rather have you to myself in the morning than share you with a bunch of people at a loud party.

I’m not trying to charm you into anything!

That’s just flirting, glasses. I’m flirting with you.

[pause]

Wait… Did you not realize I’ve been flirting with you? Oh, glasses… Come on!

No, this isn’t a joke!

I’ve been sleeping in your bed for the last four nights!

[laughs] Extenuating circumstances?

Uh-huh… and what about when our study session turned into a make out session yesterday?

Are you blushing? Now? You weren’t blushing when you kissed me!

If we’re not dating, then we’re at least more than friends.

No? So, this is how all your friendships look?

I don’t know why you’re cramming all your books into that bag like you’re about to leave. This is your room and you just got back. I know your schedule, glasses. You have no more classes today. You even changed into your comfy clothes. Which you did right here in the room with me, by the way. I saw everything.

[laughs] Oh god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this red before…

So, you can kiss me, and sit in my lap, and snuggle up against me at night, so long as we never talk about it? Is that what’s going on here?

[closer, smiling] Am I like… your secret boyfriend? You know, I’d make great arm candy if you want to parade me around some. Like to, say, a party full of our peers?

[laughs] Okay! I’ll drop it for now. You can think about it. [kiss] I’m going to class. I’ll pick up dinner on my way back and then we can talk some more about how we’re definitely not a couple…

-

Glasses, why is my stuff in the hall? Are you throwing me out? I can’t tell because you folded everything so neatly…

Oh shit, you’re actually angry. Why?

Which dead girl?

What are you—

Oh.

Yeah… I mean, I met Casey a few times, but I didn’t know her.

What? Who have you been talking to?

I’m not lying to you! I… I slept with her a couple times freshman year. We were at some of the same parties and had some friends in common.

No, she was just using me to try to make one of my friends jealous. And that was fine because it’s not like I was hurt. We barely knew each other.

Why does it matter what friend?

[laughs unhappily] You don’t think I have friends?

Come on, glasses…

No, I stopped hanging out with them.

[raises voice] Because they were assholes! Because they made me feel like an asshole!

[pause]

[sighs] I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell.

Nothing happened. I just… I didn’t like myself or my life, and realizing that was rough. I bailed on everything I could. On clubs and on friends. I just, bailed, and no one fucking noticed.

[to himself] No one noticed. That’s the kind of friends I had.

Are…Are you seriously asking me that? I’m not using you. I was trying to get my life the way I wanted it and I just…I always had a crush on you and I decided to get to know you better.

Bullshit? Are you kidding? I’m telling you—

Just because you can’t see how amazing you are, doesn’t mean that I don’t! You care a lot about everything you do and everyone in your life.

No! I’m not trying to get you to fall for me just to make myself feel better. I can’t believe you’re—

[pause]

[confused] The guy from my building?

Okay, yeah, I did say I didn’t know him… I didn’t want to talk about it! So what if I did? I told you, I hadn’t talked to any of my old friends more than a few words for the last year. I never really knew them—

I didn’t know the couple! What the fuck are you even driving at?

You… [realization] Glasses, do you think I’m the killer?

Logical? No, it’s not! I was with you when we found those bodies! Do you think I’m some sort of deranged mastermind? You think I set it up like that? Why? To scare you into my arms? Oh my god, of course! And then I killed the guy in my building, somehow knowing that my dorm would be closed and I’d get to come knock on your door? If I’m this fucking brilliant, then why would I need you to be my partner for the final? Clearly, I’m a genius.

What?

[quieter] You don’t really think that. You’re upset about Casey and scared about the murders so you’re spinning out. No. No, if you thought I was planning to murder you, you wouldn’t fucking dump my shit outside and wait for me to come back to argue with you about it. You would have called the cops. Did you call the cops, glasses? No. Because you know I wouldn’t hurt you, or anyone else.

So what if I knew them? You probably would have too if you went to a party or joined a club, or just fucking looked up from your books!

No, of course I didn’t just make friends with you for the final project. You… You looked lonely. You looked lonely the way I felt lonely. And the more we talked, the more I liked you. That’s all. There’s nothing shady or murderous about it.

[pause]

[sad/tired sigh, annoyed] My building is open again, so I’ll move my stuff back to my room.

Fine, glasses. Have it your way. I’ll see you around.

-

[house party sounds, muffled music and background voices]

[surprised] Glasses? What are you doing here?

My roommate told you— You mean, you came to see me?

It’s been a few days… I didn’t think you wanted to talk.

[sighs] No, I’m sorry. I should have told you the whole truth, but I didn’t have anything to do with it. I barely knew them.

Glasses… Look at me. [softer] Look at me.

You know me. I would never hurt you. You know that, right?

You… [smiles] Yeah, I’d love to be your partner for the final.

Wait, did you come by yourself?

You shouldn’t have done that. The campus has a whole buddy system rule in place. [mock gasp] I can’t believe you broke a rule!

[smiling] So, you were counting on someone walking you home? I can definitely do that. You want a drink while we’re here?

Yeah, take mine. I’ll grab another. Do you want to meet some people? Or do you want to go hide in a corner and make out?

Yes, that’s exactly what happens at a party, glasses. Later we summon a demon with a Ouija board, but first we’re going to play spin the bottle and kiss some strangers… [laughs] I’m joking! About the Ouija board and the bottle. We’re still kissing strangers.

Ow! No hitting, we just made up!

Okay, stay put, I’ll be right back.

[party sounds]

[other voice, muffle from distance] What the hell is that?

[power going off, music cutting off, other voices rising in panic] Who did that? Turn the lights back on! It’s not funny! Someone—

[a scream, foot falls as everyone starts running]

Glasses!

Is that you? Oh, thank god. No, no, I don’t think that’s a prank…

[another muffled scream]

Come on!

Don’t let go of my hand. I think there was a closet over here…

[horror sounds (I’m so sorry audio creator)]

[opening the closet door and then closing it, muffling the sounds even more]

Shhh… It’s okay.

[breathing, sharp inhale]

[heavy footsteps walking slowly by outside, floorboards creaking, standing there, killer breathing hard in his mask, dramatic pause, walking away]

[exhale, still whispering] I think he left. It’s okay. We’re okay. We’ll just wait here until the police show up.

[nervous whisper laugh] I guess I did manage to get you in a closet even without spinning the bottle…

Did you see him through the crack in the door? Yeah. Yeah, he was huge. And that mask? What the fuck was that about? Did you recognize him?

I don’t know, glasses. I feel like if we knew a guy that size, we could recognize his build even with the mask on. There can’t be that many of them lumbering around campus…

What? No, I don’t smell anything… Oh shit.

Yeah, that’s smoke…

[muffled fire sounds]

[coughing] I don’t know. He could have started it, or it could just be a candle that got knocked over… Either way we need to get out of here.

We can’t just sit here and burn. Even if he’s waiting, we have to make a run for it.

Here. [keys jangling] Hang onto these. We’re going to bolt for my car. I parked along the woods, near the footpath.

You’re holding the keys in case… In case you get there first, glasses. Unlock the car, get in, lock it, and drive.

[laughed a little] I know you don’t have your license, but I know you can do it.

If a cop materializes just to arrest you, then at least you’ll be safe, right?

Right.

[coughing, fire crackling] No, if you get to the car first, don’t wait for me. I’m faster than you. If I’m not with you… Just don’t wait for me, okay? I’ll be there or I’ll find another way. He’s probably moved on by now anyway.

You can do this. You are the smartest, strongest person that I know. Just run and don’t look back.

Okay…

Three.

Two.

One.

[throwing open the door and running, fire sounds, footfalls, another door, muffled fire and the sound of the night] Go. Gogogo!

Keep going! I’m right behind you!

[running, gravel]

You see the car?

Yeah, just—

[reaching the car, fumbling the keys and opening the door]

[stops, silence]

[night sounds, muffled fire sounds, far away sirens, his pained groan somewhere close by]

[popping the trunk, gravel steps, pulling something metal from the trunk]

[speaker panting, fighting with the slasher]

[injured, surprised] Glasses? What are you—

No! Don’t come back. Just run!

[thwap as glasses hits the slasher]

Oh shit. Hell yes, hit him again!

[another thwap and someone thudding down]

[speaker panting, struggling to his feet, sirens getting closer]

You came back for me…

[coughing laugh] I think this is a little above and beyond for study buddies, glasses.

I got stabbed in the side trying to save you and you came back and fought a serial killer with my baseball bat, I think you can admit we’re more than just partners for the final.

[fire sounds. sirens]

Does this mean I get to move back into your dorm room?

[smiling] Yes, you can keep the bat.

[pained laughs] And you were right about the party being a bad idea… and a fire hazard.

[fire crackling, house falling apart sounds, cop cars skidding to a stop on the gravel]

Oh shit… Glasses… Where did he go?

He was right there. I didn’t even hear him get up.

Yeah, let’s get out of here. I think I might need that ambulance.

[think Halloween theme song fade out]

-

- Authors Note: I imagined this story as a meet cute going on in the background of a college campus slasher flick. In my head, the killer is primarily terrorizing someone else on campus and if it were a movie, Glasses and Dash would be background characters. When the killer vanishes at the end, he's probably loping off through the woods after his final girl to have that last battle before the credits roll.

And do I feel like an asshole for leaving instructions like "horror sounds" and "think Halloween theme song fade out"? Yes. I do.

Does Jouska somehow make that magic happen anyway? Yes, he does!

Will I learn to stop doing it? ...No.

[everythoughtihave]

When Muggle Studies Met Potions....

You had barely slept, wondering what to do about your growing feelings for Severus; why did it matter if you liked him? But what is impossible scenario xyz happens? What if the students find out? What if the staff find out, they’re bigger gossips than the kids half the time…. You felt awful and groggy but managed to find your way to breakfast, barely dressed appropriately. You had an oversized jumper on with some form of leggings or joggers on the bottom, you were so tired you could barely tell what you had thrown on. “You look awful” was the first thing you heard that morning, making you feel brilliant as always… “aw thanks, Severus” you practically spat back. You regretted it immediately but needed coffee before you even thought about apologising. You poured a cup and took a sip and thanked the god that allowed people to invent such a beautiful drink from the beans. “Now that I’m somewhat caffeinated, I apologise for my sarcasm”. He didn’t seem offended in the slightest as he chuckled watching you savour each sip of coffee. “Now that you’re acting somewhat human, I have to ask you something” Severus hesitatingly stated. I was wondering if you would like to join me for a walk around the groups later” he asked, suddenly going shy. You weren’t sure how to react, of course you wanted to go but you also didn’t want to seem too eager either, but you must have responded positively because next thing you know, he is standing up to leave as he says “good, oh, and bring that phoney, music payer thing with you; whatever it’s called…. Actually, I’ll just come to your office and collect you to make sure you have it”. “Yes, okay” you replied sheepishly. The man must know you as you knew you’d forget it without him there to remind you.

Later that day, as you were getting on with some planning, when a shadow waltzes in. It was Severus. He told you to grab what you needed and the phone and whisked you outside. You started to just walk, not really paying too much attention to where you were going but just making sure you stayed with each other. You talked and walked; he then asked for the phone with the music (aka Spotify) open, then he managed to figure out how to search which made you feel a tiny bit proud for some reason. He clicked a song and let it play, it was a love song, that much was obvious. It was a soft Taylor Swift love song; you recognised it as soon as the vocals started. It was Daylight, a song you used to envious of, because you wanted a love like that; a love that was truly something, not just the idea of something. You also wanted to relate to it and the ending, to be defined by the things that you love, you at its very best. The more you listened, the more you realised how some lyrics mimicked you and Severus’ lives- to grow through dark, miserable, cruel times in life and love but then seeing the light at the end of tunnel and meeting someone who makes you believe in the best of people and love.

You both just walked in silence over to a bench, to sit and digest the song. After an eternity of silently listening, you both met each other’s eyes. You wanted to ask why he was making you listen to this but couldn’t, your nerves just wouldn’t let you. He broke the silence. “I know it’s not a song you expect from me… I heard it from a student, and it made me think of you so I thought I would share it with my ‘daylight’” You were speechless, which you could tell made Severus nervous. “I don’t even know what to say, Sev, I love that song, but it’s always made me jealous because that is all I’ve wanted. I am starting to feel like that song hasn’t set an impossible standard” Now he is awkwardly silent. “I know we have never been all that close, but I truly feel something for you, which is growing with every meeting, every dream of us, every shared glance.” You continued.

Severus stood up abruptly, holding his hand out to you. He helped you up and guided you to his side. “I simply must take you on a date then, shouldn’t I, Y/N?” He asked. You simply nodded, blushing like mad. “Well, I will need some time to create a lovely first date for us; as soon as I know what my plan is, I will find a way to tell you…” He let you know that much. He is sly and cunning at times, yes, but it was his mysteriousness and vagueness that frustrated you most. You couldn’t be too mad because he is a Slytherin so it is his nature. He walked you to your room and left you with a kiss on your hand. You got ready for bed, ready for yet another night of dreaming about Severus Snape.

[ratquesadilla]

waste my time (chapter 2)

pairing: stewy hosseini x oc

word count: 1075

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43040553/chapters/116164429

a one night stand with endless consequences.

chapter 1 - series masterlist - full masterlist

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“what the fucking fuck are you doing here.” i whisper shouted, hitting stewy in the arm with my phone. it was bad enough that i’d slept with kendalls roommate but having to sit through breakfast with him less than 12 hours after? it was like i was being tortured or something. 

“i’m having brunch with my roommate.” he said very matter of fact-ly, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m having brunch with my brother!” i exclaimed, adding an emphasis on the ‘brother’ part. 

“so i slept with kendalls baby sister huh.” he scoffed, muttering almost like he was thinking out loud.

“how are you so casual about this?” i questioned, opening my mouth to continue rambling before i was cut off by his face colliding with mine. his hands snaking down to my lower back and pulling me closer. “why would you do that you sex addict?” i said as i felt a blush creeping up my neck, pulling away but not removing his hands from my body.

“had a feeling if i didn’t shut you up you were gonna go on forever.”

“oh my god you’re such a dick.” i exclaimed before running back towards our table at the front of the restaurant. 

stewy was messy, he was willing to kiss me in an environment where my brother could catch us at any time. while i was careful, meticulously planning my every move, he was spontaneous. no doubt because of the lack of responsibility he’d harbored since his teens, that was less of an assumption and more of a fact i’d become eerily familiar with after watching roman grow up. 

kendall was on his phone mindlessly scrolling through waystar news, a painful habit he’d picked up after our father accosted him for not being up to date on the worlds comings and goings, only glancing up for a second to acknowledge my presence.

“did you run into stewy or something?” he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity hidden underneath his mentally checked out demeanor. “he went to the bathroom like 2 minutes after you and you were in there for a while.”

“i’m on my period thank you very much.” i said, taking a large gulp of my water in an attempt to bring down the redness in my face. 

“wow tmi man, i don’t need to know about what goes on in your vagina.”

“trying to figure out if were synced, you’re radiating major bitch energy right now.”

“whatever” he muttered, pushing a cup of coffee towards me. “i already ordered your usual don’t worry about it.”

under kendall’s general grumpiness lay a caring man. to the untrained eye it was virtually impossible to spot but under layers and layers of self hatred, general negativity, and entitlement kendall roy was a loving man. while his love was usually expressed through gifts, and small things like remembering a breakfast order, his love was genuine and infectious. 

all of my siblings had one thing in common, our father. some of us raised differently than others but we were still connected through logan fucking roy. to be fair, all of us were barely raised by him; connor spent his formative years with his mother and the rest of us spent our time with ours until the divorce. in america our father was barely present, choosing to hand us off to au pairs instead of raising us himself. 

“so,” my brothers roommate said, returning to the table and pulling me from my thoughts. “gonna introduce me to this stranger ken?”

“youre impatient this morning.” kendall scoffed, finally prying his attention away from his phone. “this is my baby sister, adynn.”

“addy is fine, no one actually calls me adynn.” i said, reaching over the table to shake his hand. “and i’m only his baby sister because he was born 20 minutes before me.”

“stewy.” he replied as he took my hand in his, letting his fingertips brush against my wrist. almost as if he was trying to feel my pulse spiking. “it’s very nice to meet you, i’ve heard only good things.”

——

my apartment was my safe haven, my bubble seperating me from the outside world, and for the second time today that sense of safety was shattered by stewy fucking hosseini. 

it began with a follow request, on the instagram account i had tried very hard to make extremely difficult to fine, and when i reluctantly accepted a text followed. not a “hey” or a “i had fun at brunch”, but a very short and douchy “u up?”.

“ur so gross” i texted back, hoping he would get the emphasis on ‘gross’ through the screen. a notification alerting me of another message flashed on my screen, right before i heard a light knock coming from the front door. i ran to open it and was unpleasantly greeted by the towering billionaire leaning against the doorframe. “how long have you been outside my apartment?” i asked, walking away from the entrance and slinking into the kitchen. silently inviting him into my home. 

“since i sent that follow request babe” he said as he slowly inched inside, removing his shoes and shedding his jacket as soon as he noticed the slippers on my feet. 

“was this entire plan riding on the chance that i would accept it?” i giggled as i placed a kettle on the stove. “tea?”

“more of a coffee guy myself” he replied, “but since you’re offering i’ll take some.”

“so.” i said, placing tea bags into mugs and pouring water into them. “what brings you here, finance guys rarely come over to this side of campus. something about it being too sunny for all you cold blooded creatures over here?” i slid onto the couch next to him, almost mimicking the positions we met in the night before, and pulled my legs to my chest. 

“ouch, thats a low blow.” he clutched his chest, as if he’d just been stabbed through the heart. “i had a very strong urge to come see you, if you must know.” he slid closer to me, leaving his mug untouched on the table. snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. “has anyone ever told you you have beautiful eyes.” he said as he began inching his arms under my sweater.

“you aren’t too bad yourself hosseini,” i said, pulling my face to his before the almost-compliment could get to his head.

[carefulfears]

heey :) i always enjoy your meta and your responses to questions and there’s something i never really understood so i thought i‘d ask your opinion <3 what do you think about mulder‘s brain disease during s7? i just can’t make sense of it like at all .. how would he have hidden it from scully? and why? like even if he‘d tried his best to hide it i feel like she would have noticed? and how would mulder be able to completely suppress it when with her?

imo this story development is unnecessary and just sad. why did they have to put that in there? for my personal canon i’ve decided it’s not true and mulder never was ill. but i am open to another take and would actually love to make sense of it so i thought i’d ask you since i enjoy your writing so much :3 thanks in advance!

god this is just so sweet of you to say, thank you so much. i really appreciate you reading my page and thinking of me, i always love to chat these little questions with you guys. as far as the brain disease goes, it is unnecessary and sad. on a wider scale, it’s obviously something they didn’t put much thought into, and just needed to use as a plot device retrospectively. but also…it colors season seven in a different light. i think that’s one reason why people don’t like it: it takes something. season seven is “secret sex” and movie nights and flirty mornings. it’s going to LA or kansas city just to see the sights, between monster hunts. it’s “there is so much more than this.”

when you drop a secret death sentence onto that, it takes something. it questions what the source of that peace was. i understand why most people choose to leave it.

i know i’m in the minority, but honestly, i don’t mind that questioning. it’s uncomfortable and it’s sad. but there has always been something in mulder that the audience or those around him is rarely let in on, and sometimes its fatal.

i always think about this fic:

She’d been dying once, too, and she’d told him before she told her own mother. Once, he had done everything he could to keep her alive, to find a cure, and didn’t he know she’d have done the same thing for him? She’d asked Skinner that, on one of the bad nights. Called him up in the middle of the night to ask. There was a long silence, and then Skinner just said, “Maybe he didn’t want to be saved.” He said it like he had been thinking about it for a long time. Like he’d been practicing how to tell her. In the moment she’d blanched and hung up the phone. When she came into the office the next morning, she could tell that he hadn’t slept either.

and i really recommend reading the full story, because it conceptualizes the situation so well emotionally. scully is pregnant with their miracle baby and she buried him and he was going to die, anyway, whether she knew it or not. i love the way this fic ponders...but he'd been happy, right? was he happy because they were together, or because it was almost over? it's unnecessary, it's sad, but it's also uncertain, it leaves questions.

i loved this thread trish had on twitter the other day:

thinking about mulder by scully's side through her cancer. him desperately searching for a cure. the way he clings to hope he doesn't really have because he's watching her die. when he gets his brain disease, he doesn't tell her. he hides it and looks for a cure on his own. he doesn't let that man eat his disease because he doesn't want him to suffer more. he gets abducted in scully's place.

mulder is "professionally in denial." he looked for 27 years for someone he would never have been able to save. he "refused to believe" that scully was dying, barely acknowledged it or talked about it, as she worked to her deathbed. he never told her about diana, even as the woman was in the backseat behind them. i know no one wants to think he would choose to die alone, without telling her, especially with his growth in season seven...but, it makes you question? it makes you wonder. and maybe he could.

[londonspirit]

Ted Lasso Ramblings

DEAR LORD!!! The last Ted Lasso episode was QUITE FUCKING SOMETHING!!!! I mean, they always are (even though this season DOES indeed feel a tad erratic and splintered (in lack for a better word) but I also have faith in them, that they know what they’re doing and give us a wrapped up ending). 

Anyhow... Jamie and Roy!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!! I am a shipper at heart but I did NOT fucking see this coming!!!!

It was actually THIS that made me even go there, this fucking blurb for next week!!!  Guess too much queerbaiting had damaged my queerdar (is that even a word.. well it’s now)

Roy and Keeley worried about Jamie - and then my brain went on a tangent and ended with an OT3 - i’ve NEVER had an OT3!!!

But this?? I WANT!! BADLY!!!

And as much as I want this, I need to calm down, cause I don’t know whether that will actually happen and I can’t deal with the most perfect show going and breaking my heart over this!!!!

But can you imagine? I mean, Jamie fucking Tartt has come so fucking FAR since S1! I HATED him back then, now I would protect that silly little bean with all I have!!! And so would Roy it seems. (Thank fuck for super talented fic writers, I got my fix there last night already (had to force myself to stop at 4am or I would’ve never slept! I will come back and read them ALL!!!) 

It would make soo much sense! I mean, Jamie doesn’t care who he takes into bed lets into his heart - and we know he still loves Keeley.

But have you seen how he looks at ROY??? That’s not just hero worship there, or looking up to someone who ‘saved’ him. Nah man, that’s adoration, pure and simple!!! (GOD, that smile in the locker room just about killed me! And so NOT get me started at that Uncle Day celebration!!!) 

I’ve read so many fics about Amsterdam I can barely keep fact and fiction straight! Of course I loved their time together but somehow I NEVER thought about it that way. When basically EVERYONE else was having a love fest out there!!!

GAAAH!!! Im REALLY trying to not get too hyped about this to not be disappointed but god, do I have hopes!!!

They would make such a wonderful throuple!!! *sighs happily*

But as always, wait and see!!! Two more episodes to go, two more Wednesday to wait for and hope for!!!

Until then I’ll be reading, screaming at the BFF while hoping that the one show that usually always manages to still surprise me will pull off the most incredible twist I did NOT see coming!

FINGERS CROSSED!!!

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

Side To Side

Chapter 249: The Breath Before The Plunge

Notes:

Characters: Ruby, Law Rating: Teen Warnings: Language Notes: 🫣 Anyway life has been, um, turned upside down for me. I’ve been dealing with new pets, the death of a pet and the grief from it, and depression from the economy and worrying about money. It was hard to write Side To Side because it’s sad right now 🤣. But don’t worry now that we’re actually getting to the chapters where Law is on Dressrosa the chapters will more than likely happen on a better schedule. Thank you to everyone who is still reading this. I really appreciate it.

Ruby groaned as she woke. The sun shone brightly through the window and onto her face. She had a splitting headache and felt nauseous.

“Fuck,” she hissed out and curled into the fetal position. “What in the goddamn,” she groaned.

At least she had the day off.

It was a national holiday that day. One of the most important holidays in fact. Maria had excitedly told her about the day and the all day celebration. Food! Drinks! Music! Dancing! It was a day for fun and joy!

Ruby almost gagged at the idea of celebrating that. It was absolutely Law’s influence. It was his irritated frown and the crease in his brow when he was pissed. She couldn’t help but leech his annoyance off of him despite him being hundreds of miles away.

But she also hated them. She hated what they had done to Law and she hated that such a union was celebrated.

The wedding anniversary of King Doflamingo and Queen Lucia.

How utterly disgusting.

Ruby knew that her and Law’s relationship wasn’t perfect or amazing or sweet or…well anything particularly normal, but! their relationship was definitely better than Doflamingo’s. Absolutely. Completely.

Yeah.

Ruby literally rolled out of bed. She laid on the shitty carpet, her cheek pressed onto the floor. She let out a very loud groan, one that Law would definitely express his annoyance at. She could practically hear his scoff and beration.

Act like an adult. She could hear him say.

She huffed, getting annoyed at him for being annoyed at her in this fake scenario where he was with her in that moment instead of on Punk Hazard doing god knows what with that Caesar Clown.

She wouldn’t know of course. She hasn’t spoken to him in over a month.

A whole goddamn month.

Not a sentence or word or even a strained breath as she tried not to cry.

Nope. Nothing.

Because they needed to be “safe”. They needed to be “quiet”. They needed to be “discreet”.

Which was, of course, the correct path. Law was right. She hated admitting to him that he was right. The smug bastard and his ego that she unfortunately found quite hot and attractive and she definitely wanted to kiss his stupid lips.

“UUUUGHHHHHH,” she let out an incredibly loud groan and slammed her hands on the cheap carpet that smelled of cigarettes. “I’m so annoyed at him!”

She had moved on from severe depression to absolute fury.

Anger at Doflamingo. Anger at Corazón. Anger at Law. Anger at herself. Why in all of the layers of hell did she decide to do this? To leave her nakama and safety? To come to this damn island that was so happy and joyous and thrilling. Where the people were so kind as long as you didn't cheat on them.

And sure the toys were creepy but…she supposed they weren’t so bad.

And it was nice and sunny most of the time. Wonderful weather, actually. Maria had dragged her to many outdoor parties and to clubs that had a dance floor on roofs. Ruby usually felt so guilty about going to these things when she needed to be laying low that she barely had fun.

When had she become such a drag? She would have lived for this type of island in her early twenties. She would have partied all night, drank all night, probably found some random person and slept with them for a portion of the night!

Oh, she was so angry. So, so angry.

She didn’t want this island destroyed. She wanted Law to drop this whole scheme and leave this island alone. These people didn’t deserve this island destroyed because Doflamingo was an awful, terrible, shitty person.

If he would just see what she saw, if he would just feel what she felt, he would understand. He couldn’t be so wrapped up in his revenge that he would hurt…

Oh, fuck her, of course he would hurt people. He was a pirate and not a good person. His epithet was The Surgeon of Death.

And it’s not that she was an angel either. She’s hurt people. She’s killed people. But…

She’s changed! The Heart Pirates changed her. Her wonderful crew, who were full of somewhat kind people! Right?

Well, no, that’s not true is it?

They were pirates.

They hurt people.

They weren’t just having fun on the sea, were they? Sure they weren’t raping and pillaging, but, damn, they weren’t really great people. Goofy? Funny? Having fun? Sure!

But, no, they were pirates.

Had Ruby grown tired of pirating? Had she began to resent the sea, her home? She loved Law, she loved her crew, but she was tired.

She placed her palms on the ground and lifted herself up. She sat cross legged on the ground, her bare back cracking as she leaned forward. She sat down, in her grey sweat shorts, and sighed.

“Guess I’ll take something for the headache and eat breakfast,” she mumbled like she had a hangover despite not having one.

She stood up and started to get ready for the day. She threw on a camisole and slipped on fuzzy slippers. She threw her long hair up in a bun and then brushed her teeth in her tiny bathroom.

She had finished her yogurt and was sipping her fucking terrible coffee when she heard a loud cheer from outside. She walked to the window and stared out of it.

There was a parade.

Floats, balloons, clowns, dancers, confetti, food. It was so very bright and joyful. And fun, she supposed. Not for her, of course. She was bitter and hated Doflamingo and Lucia. They were terrible, evil people.

She sighed and started to walk away from the window when the largest float caught her eye. Her breath hitched and she hid behind the curtain.

“Shit,” she hissed. “What a fucking dumbass move, Ruby.”

Of course Doflamingo would be on the float celebrating him. She peered through the curtain and saw the obnoxiously pink feather coat. Her heart sped up and her stomach clenched in anxiety. If he saw her…

She looked over the float and blinked when she saw a tall woman in an elegant dress. Ruby did her best to get a clearer view of her without showing herself.

That was Lucia.

She was tan. She had long black hair. She was very tall. Not as tall as Doflamingo but still quite tall.

She looked quiet and serene. Like the celebration meant nothing to her. Ruby wondered if it was because she didn’t want to be around the citizens, not enjoying being around those beneath her station. Royalty tended to be like that.

But she was quite beautiful. At least from what Ruby could see.

Then again Ruby’s boyfriend was also tall, tan, and had black hair. Ruby wondered what Lucia’s eye color was but wouldn’t dare leave her flat to find out.

She huffed and closed the curtain. She was no longer interested in seeing a celebratory parade and had definitely cut it too close by watching what little she had.

She placed her mug in the sink and filled it with water. She let out a long sigh before placing her hands on her hips. Once the parade was over she would…what would she do?

Perhaps she would go to a restaurant. She knew there was no way she could grocery shop. It was her fault for being an idiot and not buying groceries before she ran out of food.

There would be plenty of events to keep her busy, a ton of food, but she probably shouldn’t leave the flat. If the Family was out today, then she could be caught. She was sure that they would recognize her. If she had been just some random pirate then they wouldn’t have cared, but she was a pirate on Law’s crew.

She was a pirate on Law’s crew, who had a bounty, and who also destroyed a slave trade that Doflamingo had owned. She also killed Knotely but she doubted Doflamingo cared about him.

At best, Ruby was an annoyance. At worst, and this one was probably closest to the truth, she was a weakness for Law and would be used against him.

She sighed and walked to the bed and collapsed on it. She would stay in and read the new romance books she bought the other day. She would make a cheap meal with the rest of the rice and some seasoning that she had. She would stay safe, she would stay hidden, and she would stay quiet.

Ruby sat on the bed as she reached the end of her second novel. The sun was setting in the distance, turning the sky all sorts of pretty colors. The celebration was still going strong. Cheers and music and happy people.

She sighed and closed the book. She laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“This sucks,” she said. “Really fucking sucks.” She laid on her side and looked out of the window. “Maybe I’ll just fall asleep. I have some sedatives left.” She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bag of pills when there was a knock on the door.

Her skin pricked in fright as she stared at the bag of pills. Who was at her door? Was it Doflamingo? Was it Maria? Did Law somehow make it Dressrosa and completely ignored the plan they had set up for their meeting!

Ruby got out of bed, her heart racing. She walked to the door, her hands shaking as she looked out the peephole. She immediately relaxed.

She opened the door and smiled at her neighbor.

“Julia,” she greeted. “How can I help you?”

“Ah!” The very small older woman grinned. “I came by to give you this!” She shoved a paper plate covered in foil into Ruby’s hands. “I know how hard it is to enjoy celebrations when you’re grieving. I thought that since you may not want to enjoy the parties today that I might bring you something to have a…private celebration.”

“Oh,” Ruby said, her throat squeezing as she tried not to cry. “Thank you. This is…this is very kind of you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” she said and turned. “Have a great rest of your evening.”

Ruby closed the door and breathed. She smelled the garlic in the dish and her mouth watered. Rice really wasn’t enough to sustain her. She stood at the counter eating her chicken with such energy that she was certain that Julia had put some sort of magic in it.

After she finished the food she took a shower. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair. She laid on the bed in her grey shorts, stretching her arms and breathing.

She laid back onto the pillows and closed her eyes. The food that she was giving had settled into her stomach and she felt good enough that she would fall asleep.

And she almost had.

She had begun to drift off when her den den mushi rang. She blinked open her eyes and stared at it.

“Why is he calling?” She muttered.

She reached for the snail on her nightstand and took in a breath.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Ruby,” Law’s hushed voice said. “Are you alone?”

Ruby swallowed. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Are you?”

“…somewhat.”

Her brows scrunched together and she stared at the snail. “What does that mean?”

“I left Punk Hazard,” he said and took in a shaky breath. Ruby knew that breath.

“Why are you hurt?” She asked.

“That’s not important,” he said. “I’m on my way to Dressrosa,” he said. “With…allies.”

“Allies?” She questioned. “Who?”

Law was silent for a moment. “The Straw Hats.”

“The who?!” Ruby shot out of bed.

“Pipe down,” he hissed. “It’s a long story,” he sighed. “One that I’m too tired to go into right now,” he huffed and then a small hiss came from his mouth in pain.

“Law,” she said softly. “You’re in pain.”

“I’ll be fine,” he croaked. “I can handle this.” He sighed. “I’ll be there in about three days, according to Nami-ya,” he said. “I’ll meet you at the port we discussed.”

“Okay,” she said, her heart leaping out of her chest. “I-I…I missed your voice,” she admitted. “I missed you.”

He sighed. He didn’t respond for some silent moments. “I missed you, too,” he whispered. “I won’t speak to you again until I’m there. So continue to lay low until I do.”

“I will,” she said with a nod. “Get some sleep, Law, you sound like you need it.”

“I do,” he said with a half chuckle. “Ruby,” he breathed. “I love you. I hope you understand that. I love you more than…” he trailed off. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be there soon. Good night.”

He hung up.

Ruby stared at the snail and heard the dial tone through the speaker. She swallowed and let out a breath.

“I love you, too.”