#he tried his best to scare her off and she just looked at him unfazed. like '??? ok'

[skeletoninthemelonland]

do talk about them i would love to hear

soap anon

:O Hi Soap Anon! Sure, let's talk about em

As some of you have figured out, they make one chaotic duo. It's fair to say they share one (digital) brain cell.

[takamimami]

Omg omg, could I request “Your hand feels so much better than mine.” For Benn Beckman please? I just need more smut of him 🥺💜 thank you so much!! ✨😊

Hello, lovely. Firstly, I want to apologize for how LONG it took me to get to this request and thank you for your patience :3 I said this in a previous request too, but I didn't want to just force myself to write something I wouldn't be proud of, so I needed to wait to find some inspiration for this (on top of being heavily distracted by my other vices lately >.>)

Anyway, this is the first ever piece I've written for Benn, so I hope I did him justice for you!! <3

Benn Beckman x F!Reader - NSFW - “Your hand feels so much better than mine.” STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 CW: SMUT; exhibitionism/public sex, sexual tension, benn's got a filthy mouth, fingering, benn calls you 'doll' and 'good girl' :3, shanks is a menace, why does the red force have trees on deck???, kinda cool but still ---word count 1.7k

Perched underneath one of the trees at the stern of the ship, you flipped through the pages of the newspaper you’d snagged from the vendor on the port town your crew had just left – noting the headline on the innermost page.  

‘Rockstar “Soul King” Joins Straw Hat Pirates – Claims Straw Hat Luffy Lives!’ 

You often found yourself in this same spot when you struggled to fall asleep, your brain running rampant and unrelenting to the exhaustion your body felt. 

“They’ll make anything a headline, these days,” a deep voice echoes over your shoulder, and you fight your initial reaction and do your best to appear unfazed at the frame that stops in front of you. 

Tonight had been the closest you’d come to giving into the game you and your vice-captain had been playing for weeks now. You knew he was giving you your space to sort through your feelings, but the sexual tension between the two of you only grew more intense the longer you tried to ignore it. 

You drop the newspaper down far enough to look up at the tall man, just in time to watch him lift his cigarette to his lips and pull a long drag from it. He lets the smoke flow slowly from his nostrils as he stares down at you, brow cocked as you hold his stare intently. 

“Soul King's not your style, Becks?” You muse, watching the smirk that curls up on his lips when you finally speak to him. 

“Didn’t say that,” he retorts, and you fold the newspaper in half to offer him your full attention. “I just think anyone who thought Straw Hat was dead could use a few extra brain cells.” 

You chuckle and stand from the spot you were leaning against the tree, shifting awkwardly as Benn takes a step toward you. 

“So, doll,” he drawls, “What’s got you awake this late?” 

The knowing smirk on his lips has a blush heating up your cheeks, mind racing back to the booth you two had been cozied up in at the tavern just last night. 

“Just... not tired,” you answer, keeping your words short in case your voice betrays you as you try to feign nonchalance. “You?” 

“Same,” he says flatly, flicking the butt of his cigarette into the dirt and stamping it out with his boot. “Can’t seem to stop thinking about this pretty little thing I was... chatting with tonight. She ran off on me and left me all by my lonesome.” 

Your blush only intensifies as he takes another step closer to you, chin dropping so he can crane over your smaller frame. 

“Starting to think she might be scared of me, or that she’s got someone else warming her bed.” 

You keep your eyes on his lips as he speaks, his voice dropping an octave and sending a surge of desire straight to your core. When he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip your eyes flick up to meet his, feeling his breath tickle your neck as he leans in closer. 

“I doubt it's either of those things,” you manage to form the words despite the tension threatening to consume both of you. “Maybe she just didn’t think you'd feel the same way about her.” 

Benn quirks his brow and you smirk as he offers one of his own, your shoulders relaxing slightly as he snakes a muscled arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. 

“Well, that’s a shame,” he muses, lips just an inch from yours as he speaks, “If she would have opened her eyes a little wider, she might have been able to see just how much I feel for her.” He growls out the last of his sentence and the sound snaps a cord in your mind, your brain unable to control your body as it presses further into him.  

You connect your lips to his and he welcomes the kiss, letting you feel some semblance of control over the situation as you nip and bite at his lips. When he parts them for you, your tongue presses into his mouth fervently, tangling with his own as he grips your hips and guides you back toward the tree you had been leaning against previously.  

Once your back presses against the wood, you feel Benn’s rough hands slide down and grab at the back of your knees, lifting you up towards his chest and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You feel him growing hard under the pressure of your core against his, and you hiss into his mouth when he ruts his hips against you roughly, the movement full of need and desire as he takes command of the kiss. He pulls his lips from your mouth to pepper wet kisses along your jaw, slowly moving lower as he alternates between open-mouth kisses and gentle nips at your skin. 

A sound from the bow of the ship reminds you where you are, and how exposed the two of you are as you whip your head around, scanning the area for anyone who might be watching. 

“Everyone’s asleep, doll,” he groans against your neck, hips moving again between your legs and causing you to whimper under his touch. “No one’ll see.” 

His words do little to reassure you, so in order to pull your attention back to him, Benn reaches up and tugs at the hem of your top, pulling it down far enough to expose one of your breasts to him before dipping his head down and taking a nipple between his teeth teasingly. 

“Don’t know if I can wait any longer,” he growls, and again your mind melts as he sucks down on the sensitive bud in his mouth, his hand shifting to fumble with the button of your pants as you fist his grey hair. “I shouldn’t admit this, but... I came by your room earlier. Heard all those pretty sounds you were making.” 

Your eyes go wide at his admission, face flushing deeply as he tugs your pants down your legs. 

“Didn’t want to interrupt in case you weren’t alone, but now that I know that wasn’t the case... I gotta know,” his voice hitches as he traces the lace of your underwear, feeling the dampness of them as he strokes over your clothed cunt. 

“Were you thinking of me when you touched yourself, doll? Did you imagine they were my hands?” 

A nod is all you can manage as he tugs your underwear to the side, and a moan slips from your lips as he runs his fingers through your wet folds. 

“Good,” he croons, his face dipping down so that his mouth grazes your earlobe. “’Cause I’ve thought about having your tight cunt wrapped around my cock for ages. Thought about how good those pretty little hands would feel stroking me.” 

A sudden stretch has your eyes screwing shut and your head pressing back against the tree, his thick fingers curling against your walls as he presses two of them deep inside you. You bite your lip to keep quiet, but your moans still manage to slip through as Benn lifts his eyes from your soaking cunt. 

“That feel good, doll?” 

You nod and Benn presses his forehead against yours, commanding your attention as he continues his ministrations. 

“Huh-uh. Use your words.” 

You whimper at the command in his tone, eyes opening to look into his as he awaits your response. 

“Y-yes, Becks,” you whine, your eyes dropping to where he is touching you as another moan escapes you. “Your hands feel so much better than mine.” 

Benn’s eyes twitch and you grip his shoulders as he shifts to pull his erection from his pants, your eyes widening at the considerable size of him.  

“Hmm, I bet this will feel even better than, doll,” he growls as he pulls his fingers from you, using the same hand to stroke himself and lubricate his shaft with your arousal. 

After a few tantalizingly long moments he shifts you higher into his grasp, lining himself up at your entrance and pressing into you slowly as you feel all the air leave your lungs. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he hisses, and you dig your nails into his shoulders as he presses into your fully, giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch of him. 

When he starts moving again your mouth falls open, the drag of his cock along your walls pulling obscene sounds from you and your cunt as he quickens his pace. Your whole body hitches from the power of his thrusts, your back scraping against the bark of the tree with each movement.  

“You like that, doll?” He growls into your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck gently as he tries to muffle the sounds of his own moans. “You gonna sing me a pretty song while you come on my cock?” 

You manage to gasp out a feeble “Yes” as Benn brings his calloused finger to your clit, thumbing gentle circles around it as you feel yourself tighten around him. Unable to contain it any longer, you let your mouth fall open as his name falls from your lips, the pitch in your voice signaling your end as your body begins to shake with pleasure. 

“Good girl,” he croons in your ear, keeping his thrusts precise and sharp as he fucks you through your orgasm.  

Your voice breaks as your mouth goes dry, your labored breathing causing your chest to rise and fall against Benn's as his hips slowly come to a halt. He holds you close, letting his cloak fall over your exposed body. 

“D-did you...” 

“Good Gods, Beck!” You hear a familiar voice call out from the nearby staircase. “When I said ‘by any means necessary’, this is NOT what I had in mind.” 

Your body goes still as you feel all the color drain from your face, blood running cold as you realize that it is the voice of your captain. 

Benn, seemingly unfazed, simply holds you closer to him as he flips Shanks a middle finger, and much to your relief the sounds of laughing and footsteps grow further away as he pulls your pants back up your legs for you. 

“Don’t worry, doll,” he smirks mischievously, tugging you into his arms again and carrying you toward his quarters. “I’m not done with you, yet.” 

✨come say hai :3✨

[roostersbby69]

0.2 | I’ll be here for you

Summary: the one where you and Bradley cross the boundary of being friends.

Warnings: teen pregnancy, Bradley’s mom is still alive currently

Paring: teen Bradley x teen Mitchel!reader

Full masterlist.

Trying to wrap your head around that you were pregnant was harder than you thought. You honestly felt like you had trapped Bradley from pursuing his dreams of being in the navy.

But he assured you that you had done nothing wrong and that you would figure it out together.

The hard part was telling your dad and his mom, but mainly just your dad.

Bradley and you were currently at his house for lunch, his mom was making chicken salad and mixed it in the bowl as you munched on some grapes.

“Hey Brad,” she called over her shoulder to the teen who was sitting in front of you.

“Yes ma’am?” Bradley looked up.

“You mind grabbing some plates?”

Bradley got up and went straight to the cabinet where the plates were kept, “Got it.”

He set them down at the table as she brought the bowl of chicken and some bread.

As soon as the smell hit your nose you gagged, you tried to hide it under your hand as she fixed her sandwich and asked Bradley about his chemistry class as he gave you worried glances.

He watched you swallow as you tried to hold yourself together, you gagged once again when you smelt it again and jolted up from your seat to run to the hallway bathroom.

You crouched down and emptied your stomach when Bradley came running in and grabbed your hair from your face.

“Are you ok?” He asked as he tried to move the hair and get you situated.

“Don’t look at me!” You waved his face away from yours as you gagged once more.

He backed off and grimaced, he held your hair as you finished up and groaned.

“What’s going on?” Carol ran into the bathroom as she heard the commotion.

“Everything’s okay.” Bradley reassured her, Carol looked very concerned as she crouched next to you.

“Do you need some medicine, baby?”

You shook your head, you knew what this was, it wasn’t the chicken salads fault, “No thank you, I’m fine now.” You got up and Bradley jumped in to steady you in case you fell over.

He had his hands on your arms as you walked out of the bathroom and he set you on the couch, “You want some water?”

“Please.” You nodded, the taste in your mouth was horrible, you needed something to wash it down.

He nodded and ran to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and brought it back to you. He opened it and handed it to you and looked to see if his mom was around, “Is it because of the…” he looked to your belly.

“Probably.” You groaned, you still didn’t believe you were pregnant, but the three tests you took after the first one said otherwise.

He took the bottle from you and placed it on the coffee table before tucking your hair behind your ear.

You looked into his eyes and wondered how he still cared for you when you were his best friend who was pregnant with his baby. How he seemed so unfazed and didn’t seem like he was scared, but you knew you definitely were.

“What do we do?” You whispered as tears filled your eyes.

Bradley sighed and shook his head, “I’ll have to sell my liver to afford diapers.” You could see the smirk on his face that tried to crawl its way onto his lips.

You smacked his arm and widened your eyes, “Stop it!”

He laughed and his shoulders shook as he rubbed your leg softly, “I’m kidding,” then his face went back to serious, “I don’t know, we just take it smooth until this baby comes.”

You nodded and wiped the tears from under your eyes, “I’m just, so sorry that I trapped you like this.”

“You didn’t trap me, it’s just an unexpected surprise.” He shrugged and tried to comfort you.

“But we aren’t anything Bradley, we’re childhood best friends who had sex and got pregnant.”

He nodded, “I know, I know. But hey,” he made you look into his eyes, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not running off, we’ll figure this out. Together.”

You smiled and pulled him in for a hug, he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back.

Carol walked in and smiled as she watched you pull away from Bradley, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a nausea pill and brought it to you.

“Here you go, you’ll feel better after you take this.”

You thanked her and took it as Bradley watched you carefully for any sign that you were going to get sick again.

When he realized you weren’t, he offered to drive you home.

“Please.” You mumbled as he grabbed his keys and stood up. You hugged and thanked Mrs. Carol before apologizing for the mess.

“You didn’t leave a mess, sweetheart, I just want you to feel better.” She rubbed your arm and pulled you in for one of her signature mom hugs.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Call me if you need anything!” She called out the door as you buckled up in Bradley’s truck.

He honked as he backed out and turned onto the road.

The ride was silent for a minute until you decided to break it, “Thank you for helping me.”

He glanced at you and turned back to the road, “That’s what I’m here for.” He saw the scared look on your face and smiled to make you smile.

It worked, Bradley’s smile always made you smile.

“The only problem is telling our parents.” He rubbed his face as he turned onto your street.

“Yeah, if my dad even listens.” You muttered.

He gave you an apologetic look, “I think he will this time.”

-

Bradley walked you inside and set your stuff down and hurried behind you as you made a beeline for the bathroom once more.

He sat down beside you and held your hair as you puked your guts out. He rubbed your back when you groaned and found a hair tie on the bathroom floor. He picked it up and, somehow managed to, tie your hair up.

Bradley grabbed a rag and wet it with cold water before putting it on your forehead and rubbing your back.

You spit into the toilet and flushed it as Bradley put the cold rag on your neck, “How are you feeling.”

You looked at him with a raised brow and he apologized, “I feel fine, just nauseous.”

He nodded, “That’ll probably happen for a couple more weeks.”

You nodded and stared at him for a moment, it was now settling in.

You really were pregnant.

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Part 3.

Authors note: I’m so sorry I haven’t been active, it’s my senior year and I’m trying to get school stuff together. I might not post every single day but I’m liking this story and yall seem to like it too.

[skzhua]

Episode ten. (finale)

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 3k

warnings: Swearing, suggestive (like, a lot...), reader and Min Ho are clingy as hell.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: A short cute ending... I miss writing this series already. Thank you for the love for this one <3

You smiled at him and let him hold you. "I am okay, just a bit shaken up from it all."

He sighed in relief. "You do know I went to her first because I was scared she'd worsen the situation, right?"

You were about to respond but seeing Dae coming at light's speed right at Min Ho, you backed away in fear. Kitty was running after him, just as overwhelmed as you were. Your breathing quickened once Dae grabbed him by the collar before slamming him against the wall. He was smaller, but definitely strong enough to be able to hurt Min Ho.

"You call yourself my friend?" Dae said, anger taking over him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend you don't know!" he yelled, shaking Min Ho's body.

"What are you doing?" Min Ho said, acting unfazed by what was happening. "Let go."

His grip finally loosened as Kitty arrived. Min Ho quickly joined your side again, putting his frame in front of you in a protective way.

"Dae, stop it, it's not Min Ho." she begged him. "This has nothing to do with him."

He observed you and your boyfriend, his eyes blinking a few times as he tried to process his own actions. "I'm sorry. I thought you and Kitty-"

"And I think," Min Ho shouted, cutting his sentence off. "you two should have remained pen pals. I think we all think so, too. Including her."

He took your hand and rushed you out of the room. You sent a sad look to your two other friends before you walked out the door. Min Ho didn't say a word until you got to the dorm. You both changed clothes and sat in the kitchen in silence. As he prepared a night tea for you as he'd usually do, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. This was definitely not how you thought the end of the semester would look like.

"Min, can we-"

"Talk?" he said in a hard voice. "Haven't we done enough talking today?"

You huffed. "I was about to ask if we could just relax. You're tense."

He put the mugs down in front of you as a sarcastic chuckle left his mouth. "My apologies after feeling like shit when my best friend just told me he thought I had a thing for his girlfriend when I am obviously smitten with my own. And that my girlfriend might have thought for a second I cared more about the only person I've been hating for months than about her."

You said nothing in response. The shake in your grip as you brought the drink to your lips said everything to him. You were frightened, and not by anything. By him. He raised his voice at you for the first time, and you weren't even the problem.

"Hey." he said in a much gentler tone. "I'm sorry. It's been a long day."

"I know."

You continued to drink quietly but he didn't take your answer as a good sign. He heard the slight worry in it and he hated the fact he caused it.

"I'm serious. I shouldn't have put all of my frustration on you, it's not fair."

You shook your head. "But you are right. I did worry for a second you cared more about her than me. It's stupid, I know. It's just..."

"Tell me, I won't judge."

You hesitated but eventually gained the courage to say it. "You're hot as hell when you act all heroic."

He spit his drink out before exploding in laughter. Meanwhile you started to whine and pout, shushing him from laughing at you.

"You promised you wouldn't judge." you cried out playfully.

"You're just too cute." he sneered at you. Walking around the counter, he stopped in front of you and brushed the hair off your face. "You wanted to be the one I saved and not Kitty?"

"No, I get why you did that because she was the one on fire and all. It's just you look handsome when playing the saviour."

He grinned and wrapped your legs around himself, helping you get a grip on him. "You want to be the damsel in distress that bad?"

"Yes." you admitted with a pout.

"Gosh, you look good when you're acting all innocent."

Getting a firmer grip on your thighs, he lifted you up which allowed you to be at his height. Licking his lips hungrily, he looked at you in a seductive way. You were glad he was holding you as it made your knees so weak just from the sight of him. Brushing your fingers through his dark locks, you attacked his lips. The tea long forgotten, he went immediately to his room and dropped you on the bed. Crawling on top of you, you took in his features with the little light you had. Even in the dark, he was breathtaking.

"Are you okay with this?"

You snorted. "As if this is the first time we've done something like this."

He shook his head. "I know but we might go further from here."

The tug you did on his shirt told him plenty. If you were that eager to take the clothes off him, you were eager for something else as well. He removed his upper clothing and leaned down to place soft kisses all over your face.

"I might go rough."

"I'm that hot?" you teased.

"Bloody fucking hot."

The front door opening only resulted to the both of you groaning in frustration.

"We really can't have a fucking break from them."

You laughed and gave him a kiss. "You're just sexually frustrated from being interrupted."

"And you're not?"

You giggled. "Cuddle up, I'm tired."

Though he would have liked to do something other than that, he complied and engulfed you in his warm body. You breathed in his smell and smiled to yourself. In all of what happened that day, you were just grateful to still have him by your side.

The morning was eventful. Kitty and Q were apparently mad at one another, Florian surpassed Dae in getting the best grades and you and Min Ho were nothing but depressed. He had told you he was going to Los Angeles to spend the holidays with his mother. You just didn't expect it to hurt as much. Still in bed, you played with his hair as he laid on your stomach.

"Baby, I can hear your heart and it's so fast." he mumbled.

"It's because I'm mad at you."

He sat up and moved to face you. "I'm leaving for a month at most, I'll be back before you know it." he reassured you as he stroke the skin of your sides softly.

"You're, like, the only good thing I have gotten out of this school. What am I going to do without you?"

"You're so dramatic, it's almost cute."

"Almost?"

He huffed. "Don't make me say it."

You laughed and brought his face to yours to kiss him. Your moment was cut short when you heard a groan from the other side of the room. Dae lazily got up and glanced at the two of you, both in shame and in embarrassment. While Min Ho brought the covers back on his upper body and turned his face away, you got out of his grasp and walked to Dae.

"Good morning."

"Hey." he said in a small voice.

"I know it's not really my place to tell, but you two care for each other a lot. I think it's the least of things to fix your problems before he leaves."

He let out an exhale and nodded. You gave him an encouraging smile before announcing to Min Ho that you were going to the other two flatmates.

You were sure to have heard Kitty's voice earlier so you didn't know why you only found Q in the living room.

"Hey, where is Kitty?"

He put his phone away and smiled sadly. "She got caught... for living with us."

You brought your hand to your mouth. "She's getting expelled, isn't she?"

"We don't know yet."

You sat with him and patted his back in comfort. As the door to the boys' room opened, you were at least glad to see them calm and amicable. Min Ho wasn't one to show his feelings much, so you knew they apologized and cleared things up.

"I'll need help packing." he said to you.

"Ask someone else, it'll just remind me you are leaving." you fake-cried.

"Stop being like this, come on." he nodded his head back to his room.

You shook your head. "Can we do something first?"

"What?"

Packing could wait. Instead, you offered him to go take some fresh air. You didn't care if you had no plan prepared whatsoever, you just wanted one last sweet moment with him before he left. You led him to a spot where a blooming tree stood with a bench next to it. Laying your head on his shoulder, you sighed as you reminisced the past months in this school.

"You're sad."

You let out a chuckle. "Thank you, Mr. Obvious."

"Don't be."

"Easier said than done."

He lifted you chin up and kissed your forehead gently. "We're not breaking up. I'm only going to see my mom... I miss her a lot."

You sniffed. "I know, and I'm glad you're going to spend time with her. I... I wish I didn't hate you so much before. So we could have had more time together, you know?"

He patted your head slightly before putting his hand on your cheek. "I think we hated each other for a reason. I know for a fact I hated how you presented yourself as that perfect girl who is too attractive for her own good."

You frowned. "Is it really how people see me?"

He laughed. "I can't say for others, but for me yes. And you just had to be that mesmerizing, it scared me."

You nodded your head slowly. "I see. And how was it a good thing for us?"

"It only drew me to you more. And before I knew it, I couldn't get you off my mind."

You melted at his words. "Me too."

"And, so," he continued. "that means you won't be out of my head when I'm away."

"Got it." you chuckled. "It still sucks."

"I know. We'll call, don't worry. You're not getting rid of me so easily."

"Can I do something real cheesy? You have no right to laugh at me, though."

As much as you hated it, he was right. You had nothing to worry about.

He grinned, expectedly. "What is it?"

You took the ring on your thumb off and asked for his pinky. You carefully placed it on it as it fitted perfectly. He let out an exhale at the gesture. With no hesitation, he took one of his own rings off and put it on your thumb as it was too big for your other fingers. He placed a soft kiss on it, earning a giggled from you.

"I love you."

Your eyes automatically got filled with tears. "Not more than I do."

So, with a heavy heart, you helped him pack his things. You made sure he brought with him a few of the polaroid pictures you took together and made him promise he'd show you off to anyone he met there.

"I'll go get my skincare products." he said after he pecked your lips.

You finished off by zipping up his luggage and it felt odd to see his side of the room almost empty. You had packed your own things as well since you'd be moving back with your uncle and aunt for the winter break. You brought everything by the front door and he was in awe at the sight.

"You're too sweet. I could have done that myself."

You took his hand. "It's helping me cope."

"Sure." he laughed. "I have to say bye to the others."

You knocked at their door and opened it to see them have a moment of their own, Q almost crying. You immediately went to hug Kitty yourself.

"You're really not coming back?"

"I'm afraid I'm not."

You could only tighten your hug from her words. "I'm really going to miss you."

Min Ho hand shook with Q. "Cheers, dude. I'll see you after the break."

You broke away from Kitty and hugged Q in his turn. "I better see you next semester."

"You will, for sure."

Min Ho pulled you back into his arm and rubbed your shoulder lovingly. "She's a bit emotional today."

You slapped him on his chest and he answered with a kiss on your head.

"We had a good run, Covey. Be good." he waved at her.

"Thanks, Min Ho."

With that, you both took your things and went outside to wait for your own car to come. This was it, a last moment before you could see him again in a month. You could keep away from each other, only able to say sweet words and goodbyes with a few kisses here and there. Your car was the first to arrive.

"Hop on, little pup."

You rolled your eyes. "Says the one who wanted us to stop with this."

"No, you were right. It's cute."

You smiled and kissed him one last time while your driver put everything in the trunk. "Text me when you get there? Just to let me know you, unfortunately, didn't crash."

He let out a scoff. "Alright, Park. Be petty."

He hugged you tightly before helping you get in the car. You waved him off as the chauffeur drove away from him.

You watched the trees pass by a few minutes later, finally getting used to the idea of him being away. The sudden pings from your phone were ignored at first, until they became too persistent. With annoyed groan, you opened your message app.

Dami: Hi, Y/N. I hope I have the right contact.

Dami: I am Min Ho's mother, Dami.

Dami: I'm sure he mentioned me, he sure mentioned you a lot to me.

Dami: I'd love to surprise my son when he gets here, if you are interested to participate.

Dami: Can I give you a call?

Although he was in first class, Min Ho hated travelling for hours. Getting close to no sleep, having to go through security at the airport, all of it were nothing but stressful. As he finally got his baggage back, he cheered himself up mentally with the thought of seeing his mother again. He kind of wished you were with him, to meet his mom properly.

To no surprise, the only recognizable person he saw was his mother's assistant. She bowed at him as a greeting before indicating for men, who he assumed were bodyguards, to get his things for him. He was disappointed she didn't come to get him herself, but he understood she was a public personality.

He was glad that the ride to where his mother lived was quick and efficient with close to little, even none, traffic. The gates of the mansion opened and he immediately spotted her standing at her porch, a smile spread on her face.

"Mom." he said as soon as he got out of the car.

"My boy! I'm so happy you got here safely." she exclaimed before hugging him tight. "Are you feeling tired?"

"A little bit, but I'm just happy to see you."

"Me too."

She led him inside and showed him the main rooms of the house before they sat in the living room. She offered him a refreshing drink before she installed herself comfortably.

"How was school? Did you do well?"

He nodded proudly. "Yes. I had excellent grades and I'd say I did better than last year."

"I'm glad." she said cheerfully. "You got along well with your friends? Made some more?" He nodded again happily. "And what about Y/N?"

He froze. "What about her?"

He hadn't gone in details about his relationship with her. Sure, he told her they were seeing each other but things got in the way and they were too busy for him to explain how things evolved.

"Are you in love?"

His face flushed as he got embarrassed. "Ah... I think I am."

She clapped her hands in excitement. "You could have invited her here, I would have love to meet her."

"I couldn't do that. She has her family back there. Plus, I could've scared her off by inviting her so far away after such a short amount of time being together."

She smiled sadly. "What a shame."

"Yeah..." he trailed off. He couldn't quite believe he already missed you. "It really is."

"So how come was I able to fly her here before you arrived?"

His head shot up from his mother's words. Looking around, and then looking back at her, he scoffed.

"Don't pull a joke like that!" he complained.

"She's not kidding."

He almost jumped from the sound of your voice coming from behind him. His brain malfunctioned as he looked back and forth from his mom to you.

"You little-" he cursed before chasing you.

You ran away as you exploded in laughter. Being smaller and weaker than him, he caught you in no time before spinning you around.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Surprise?"

He huffed and put you down. "You're crazy. You've got your family to spend the holidays with."

You shrugged. "A free trip to LA on a private jet to see my boyfriend sounded like a better deal. And don't worry, my aunt and uncle know I'm here."

He grinned like a child before pulling you into a long-lasting kiss, not even caring that his mom was in the same room. After you broke away, he led you to sit down with him.

"You were right, Min Ho. I love her." Dami squealed.

He smiled and then moved his eyes to stare back at yours. They glowed like never before and he couldn't believe how you were so mesmerizing to him.

"I love her, too."

Copyright © 2023 skzhua. All rights reserved.

[flauntyourfoolishness]

kinda want to see a perv!big bro who 'decides he is entitled' (loves his lil sis so much he has to fuck her but he is incapable of being a good big bro that simply wants to please his girl) to his weird, closed-off and also fucked up in the head little sister's pushy. she, who instead of being manipulated by him into getting him off or scared, she just does whatever he says, expressionless and making eye contact with him the whole time. even though sometimes she tears up and looks mad and sometimes she moans and push his hair or grip and scratch him as she curls her toes in pleasure, when he's done riding his high,,, it doesn't matter if he kisses her passionately or treat her strictly as his holes to use,,, she just goes to clean herself or,,,,,,,, keep his cum in her as she gets out of the room and interacts normally with their family, his friends...

the way it doesn't matter how much he taunts her, she just keeps being indifferent to his feelings to how,, basically, they are hopeless degenerates,,, it makes him a little lovesick crazy, hard as a rock, which in turn, makes her be pressed against a wall or a door or bent over on some furniture

some of his friends, always eager to embrace whatever is freaky, either tries to ignore the hints of the dynamic (just because) or smirk at her, giving knowing glances, letting her now they know,,, the more wicked the glint in their eyes seem, the more nasty things they probably know about their deeds,,,, but she looks away and stays unfazed,,, mostly,, trying to suppress a smile from how giddy it makes her feel,,,, boyish antics

whenever big bro say something to try to rile her up or turn her on in front of them so he can get off to degrading and humiliating her (she is usually unresponsive but he never stops trying bc he's obsessed). she looks up from her phone to look quickly at every single boy's face, without wasting the energy to lift her head up, and then looks back at her phone, unbothered.

they are all looking at her, not hiding that they would jump at the chance to enjoy free access to their best friend's lil sis, expecting the opportunity to tease her but she never shy away from them,, just ignores it, or,,, sometimes,,, going out of her way to be between the mainspread men on the couch when the siblings' parents are at home,,, they all want to grip her thighs but,,,,,,,, just silently enjoy the way her bro actually does it, shamelessly if their parents are out, as if she is his to pet, grip, pinch, hold tight and she is,,, or purposefully slapping her thigh as hard as he can so their parents would subtly throw curious glances at the living room, poking their heads to check what the loud noise was but dismissing it when they hear all the boys snickering, assuming it's just harmless play, unaware of the dark red full imprint of their perv son on their daughter's thigh, that makes the blood of all of the teenagers in the house rush to where it shouldn't be rushing in their household, right under their noses

he revel in the knowledge that whenever he slaps her ass in front of his friends, stays way too close behind her when they are all crowded up in the kitchen, sniffing her or kind of backhugging his sis and sometimes even shamelessly rubbing himself on her ass, pulling her to his lap when 'the cost is clear',,,, said friends are intently watching, pupils fully blown, salivating, awkwardly fixing their shorts,,,, cocks hard on command due to the deviant acts they are witnessing

he does all that and expects her to either match his high drive, desperately seek the attention she sometimes let it show that she enjoys,,, or even give him an actual good reason to manhandle her, hatefuck her,,, like, telling him to stop, cursing him or fighting back,,, instead of simply look back at him and,,,,,, getting herself off of how she doesn't have to do anything, she doesn't have to try,,,,,, he's completely obsessed with her and he gets a thrill out of it, loving every single minute of how he's always around, always touching, always watching, always invading, clouding, controlling, possessing, owning,, always trying to monopolize her whole being

,,,, that's how it starts, after all, he wants her, so he hold her down,, tells her she is going to take every bit of him,,, and when she simply does, he keeps doing it, he keeps doing it. without ever regretting it bc as long as he can choose he would always make her his.

[selfless-solipsist]

°˖✧ The Fire ✧˖° [Wander]

This is a very short one-shot (I'll write a longer one for Wander eventually, but I'm in the middle of writing the 'Honeyed Confessions' fanfic for him right now)

「 ✦ "Yeeaah...That 'power of love' sure is quite effective, ain't it love-?"✦ 」

╰┈➤ Wander x Female Reader ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

"Ah ha ha-!"

Another explosion went off in the kitchen, which was now a blazing inferno, causing Wander to immediately start jumping all over the ceiling as more and more flames rose and spread throughout the place, the poor male screaming his head off as he climbed higher and higher on the wall. He looked around the room, a terrified expression on his face as he tried his very best not to die and get caught in some fiery trap that the love of his life had made with her cooking skills.

...

Or lack of them, actually.

"Oooh boy... Oh boy oh boy oh boy OH BOY-"

Wander continued screaming like a little idiot as he climbed the walls like some kind of spider in order to keep himself from being burned alive. Seriously, just exactly how in the name of everything holy did his girlfriend turn a perfectly normal kitchen into a literal furnace from the depths of Satan's own rectum?

...

Eh, who was he kidding, she was a bit of a dummy, of course she would find a way to make a darn oven explode.

Meanwhile, the culprit of the explosion was casually standing on the floor, just watching as everything went up in the flames, looking quite unfazed and not at all concerned as the kitchen was now nothing more than roaring inferno that was slowly and surely spreading around the whole ship, and destroying almost all the cooking appliances that she had, as well as the food supplies, and probably the entire kitchen in general.

...

Yeah, ___ was acting like this was a completely normal and average Monday for her.

"So..." She blinked up at him, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "Who was the person that said I'm going to be a great cook and that I should just believe in myself?"

That was Wander of course. He was, indeed, the one who told her to believe in herself.

In hindsight, maybe that wasn't such a great thing to do.

"Oh- AHAHAHA-!" Wander laughed out the words, continuing to cling onto the ceiling for dear life as he glanced over at the female, a look of pure desperation and horror on his face. "That's... That's me-!" The poor man laughed out the words, looking at her with a 'please don't kill me' pleading gesture.

Despite everything, he tried to stay as cheerful as possible.

And his villain girlfriend was eating it all up.

"You were soooo eager to encourage me..." She added, mocking him once again, her hands resting on her hips. "You were all like..." She then put a hand on her face and used an even more mocking voice as she quoted him. "'C'mon darling, you can do this! I know you can! Believe in yourself!' ....You were so damn convinced that I could actually make anything-!"

A horrified and embarrassed expression appeared on Wander's face as he was being mocked and teased about his previous words. He let out another nervous and scared laugh before replying.

"Well- I- I do believe in ya! You have-"

Another explosion suddenly cut him off, causing the little guy to scream his head off as he climbed even higher on the ceiling, getting more and more terrified by the second as he continued clinging onto the surface for dear life.

"I BELIEVE IN YA-!" Wander yelled out to the female, though it was obvious that he was doing it out of fear, and he was just trying to calm her down so that she wouldn't just let the flames continue to spread and engulf the entire spaceship. "I believe in ya, my love! You're the best, you-" Another explosion and more screaming from the nomad as he started to cling onto the ceiling with all of his limbs this time.

"YOU'RE AMAZING!!!"

...

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

The woman continued to just stand there and watch Wander struggle with keeping himself from catching on fire, the alien looking like he was about to either pass out or have a heart attack any time now, and it was honestly pretty hilarious to her as she watched him run around all over the ceiling like some kind of rodent.

"I can't help but wonder..." She said sarcastically. "Is this what they call tough love?"

"S-SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT!" He yelled out.

Wander tried to reply, but he couldn't really concentrate fully on responding since he was still trying his best to survive the burning kitchen. Seriously, how had his life come to this? How in the world was he now clinging onto a burning ceiling and basically on the brink of death while talking to his girlfriend, who was casually standing on the floor and watching him struggle with all of this?

...

This was going to put a massive dent in his good luck and optimism for the year.

"Huh... Good to know-" She added, still just standing there on the floor as she watched with an amused grin on her face while her boyfriend did everything in his power to avoid being burned to a crisp, clinging onto and climbing the walls while the whole kitchen was pretty much in flames. "Well I gotta say, the view from down here is absolutely perfect-"

"Glad someone's havin' fun-" Wander yelled out to his girlfriend, still very much struggling to not freak out as he continued clinging onto the ceiling as the fires only continued to get worse, the flames now burning all over the counters, the floors, and basically everything else, making the whole kitchen look like a literal Hell-scape.

"I-I'm sure the fire's just wavin' at lil' ol' me!" The male tried to say something positive and optimistic, but honestly he was just barely holding it together, yet, despite it all, he still managed to start waving at the fire.

___ let out a loud laugh as she watched her boyfriend wave at the flames, his optimism and positivity still on full-display, even in a time like this.

"You're such a weirdo-" She chuckled out, shaking her head in absolute awe. Seriously, here he was, waving at a fire while he was struggling to hold himself up on the ceiling to keep himself from being burned and yet he was still finding reasons to smile. "Are they communicating with you, hm?"

He was such a sweet doofus.

"Yeah, yeah! We're having a lovely conversation!" The male called out to her as he continued frantically moving his hand around.

...what even was this relationship?

"Awww~!" The woman gave an amused smirk at the male's optimistic words, clearly enjoying herself to the fullest as she continued to just watch the flames continue to spread all over the room, completely unfazed by the fact that their whole kitchen was slowly being engulfed.

"You're adorable, you know that?"

Honestly, at this point, the female just saw this whole thing as entertainment, and was just having the time of her life as she watched her boyfriend struggle and cling onto the ceiling.

"Oh I'm adorable! That's just- great..." Wander let out a sarcastic sigh as he tried to keep his voice and breathing steady, looking down at his girlfriend. He let out a slightly panicked laugh before responding to her.

"It's so wonderful that my suffering and possible death is so entertaining and adorable for you!"

He gave her a wide grin, albeit a shaky one.

"PFFT-" An amused smirk appeared on __'s face yet again at the sight of her boyfriend completely freaking out and climbing onto the ceiling like a damn monkey. He was such a cute idiot, truly. However, she soon let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes dramatically as she spoke up once more.

"Yeeaah... That 'power of love' sure is quite effective, ain't it love-?"

As soon as the female mentioned his beloved beliefs regarding the 'power of love', Wander paused in his tracks, looking over at her with an expression of slight panic slowly being replaced with realization and then with excitement.

"Wait-" He called out to her, his eyes lighting up with a renewed determination and a goofy grin spreading across his face."The power of love is always effective!" He declared, sounding absolutely certain.

"That's right! I just need to believe a bit more and-"

Then, he suddenly just dropped down from the ceiling.

With a dramatic leap, the idiotic little nomad now stood down on the floor as if everything was completely fine and if there was no danger present in the burning kitchen. He was looking around the place with a cheerful expression on his face, feeling much calmer and more relaxed.

"Seeeeee-!" He said, turning over to the female and gesticulating with one hand as he spoke. "I believe in the power of love, and I'm safe because-!" He stopped mid sentence as he looked down.

His socks were on fire.

...

"AHH!"

The moment he saw that his socks were on fire, he immediately let out a loud, high-pitched scream, his cheerfulness being replaced with pure, unfiltered panic in a matter of seconds. "Ah ah AH AH-!" Instantly, he started jumping around hysterically, hopping back and forth as he tried to put the fire out, completely losing his composure and going absolutely nuts.

Meanwhile, __ just stood over on the side, watching, amused by the absolute chaos unfolding right in front of her. In fact, she started looking through her phone while leaning against a burnt counter. "Hey, do you want to go to the movies next friday? They have this new film about a robot which helps animals and..." She trailed off, a devilish spark flashing through her eyes as she watched her boyfriend from the corner of her eye.

As __ mentioned the movie, Wander's little panicking brain made the connection, and suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. "The movies...?!" He said, abruptly becoming cheerful again, completely ignoring the fact that his socks were still on fire. "A new film! Oh, that's gotta be amazing Sure, let's go to the movies! Oh boy!" He was such a moron. "And then we can get some popcorn too! And maybe a coke as well, and oooooh! Maybe we can even-!"

He then stopped mid-sentence, once again looking down at his feet, and he noticed that the fire from his socks had somehow spread to his ankles and was now trying to crawl up his legs.

...

Yeah, it was a miracle how Wander was still alive by then, because the guy wasn't the brightest tool in the shed sometimes, really.

"Ah- OW-!"

"Wander." The female spoke up, her voice firm and slightly annoyed as she continued keeping her eyes trained on her phone, her smirk slowly widening. "You're burning." She added, simply stating the obvious, while her partner was still in the middle of screaming and jumping around.

"AAAAAAH-"

As soon as the female stated the obvious, Wander stopped jumping around the place in a panic, a startled and horrified look appearing on his little fuzzy face as he looked over at her with widened eyes. "Y-You mean I'm actually burning-?" He exclaimed, his voice coming out panicked and shocked.

...

However, after a couple of seconds, the realization finally seemed to sink in.

"I'M ACTUALLY BURNING-!"

"Yeah- You're burning alright." She responded with a small chuckle.

Without a word, she just pulled a fire extinguisher out of one of the half burned cabinets (somehow the thing was still unscathed) and proceeded to simply dump it on Wander, making the little guy scream and flail around as the entire kitchen got completely covered in foam.

And, once she was done completely smothering her boyfriend in foam from top to bottom, she paused for a few seconds, taking in the absolute masterpiece that she had created.

He looked like Santa.

An orange, fluffy Santa.

Wander, now fully covered in foam, looking like a miniature orange Santa Claus, just blinked at the woman for a moment. The foam was covering his entire body, his little fuzzy face, making it impossible for him to see anything. Even worse (better?) his hat was completely covered as well, making it look like a big Santa hat.

But...

"Ah!"

Wander's face lit up with realization as he looked down at himself. Of course, he actually looked a little bit ridiculous right now, though in a rather adorable way, so he honestly couldn't complain that much. That's why, soon a cheerful smile formed on his face, and suddenly he stepped closer to the female, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

"I knew it!" He spoke up, his voice cheerful and excited as ever.

"That there was some good left in you after all!"

A bewildered expression appeared on her face, her eyebrows raising with confusion as her head tilted to the side, her phone slipping out of her hand slightly. "You-" She paused for a second, looking at him with an 'are-you-for-real?' expression on her face, before letting out a snort.

"You little idiot- You did this on purpose so I would help you, didn't you?!"

A sly grin appeared on the orange bastard's face at the question, showing that he was absolutely doing this on purpose. "GASP! Me? Do such a thing?" He let out a fake gasp of disbelief, pretending to beoh-so-offendedat the very assumption. "How could you think such a thing about me-? I'm hurt- I'm hurt-!" Despite his words, he continued hugging the female, his grip tightening a bit around her waist.

"Right." A short response sounded from the female as she spoke, a smug smirk forming on her face once again as she listened to his reply. "I totally believe you. Truly." However, despite the sarcastic tone,the smile on her face remained as she continued looking down at the little fuzzball clinging to her.

The little bastard on the other hand, still hanging on to her like a stubborn little koala, grinned up at her, his expression mischievous and rather cheeky as he opened his mouth once more. "Ah, I knew you would-!"

With that, he got on his tip toes, rising up to her eye level with his finger. And without even warning or anything, he abruptly poked the female right on her nose.

Just... giving her a small boop.

At the gesture, her face darkened with irritation for a second, her expression hardening as she looked down at him. "Hey-!" She let out a grumble, her irritation clear in her voice, her eyebrows furrowing.

She tried her best to stay stern, honestly.

...

She failed.

"Aww-!" Wander let out what could only be described as a childish giggle, his grin widening as he watched the female being slowly overpowered by the urge to just smile already.

And as he saw the irritation in her expression quickly being replaced by something warm and even fond, his chest swelled with a feeling of victorious triumph, and suddenly, he began to bounce up and down gleefully, still hanging onto the female's waist.

Abruptly her face softened even further as she noticed his actions, looking like an overly excited kid as they clung to her, his body shaking with excitement. Because of that, her mouth curled into a half-amused smirk as she looked down at the little dumbass, a soft scoff escaping her.

"You really think that just doing that will get you off the hook, don't you?"

Without hesitation, Wander shot his lover a sly, cheeky wink in response. "Oh, don't you worry darlin'!" He spoke up in a cheerful tone, his grin widening as he looked up at her.

"I know it will!"

[flxrartsstuff]

Party Monster

LevixfemReader, 18+

Authors note: This was an idea I had quite a long time in my head and since I heard Party Monster by The Weeknd. The Weeknd and Levi are my personal heaven. Enjoy this jealous Levi, he is observing you in a club and can’t wait to make you his own.

His piercing gaze under the black strands of hair had been focused solely on her for minutes since he had entered the club. And she could certainly feel it. To all appearances, however, she was doing her best to ignore it. But how could she expect to turn up here in a black dress and not attract attention? The woman sipped her drink, the music made her body vibrate. Lights danced wildly and made her skin glow in a variety of colors. She sat at the bar, crossing her legs and casually listening to the stranger who seemed to have spent an eternity at her side.

Levi was furious.

For the first time, feelings rose up in him that made him seethe inside. Even if he tried to act calm on the outside. He usually managed to do this perfectly, but because of her he actually had to make an effort for the first time. He had long since given himself away by staring at her like crazy. His gloomy looks didn't turn other women away, but since he hardly had eyes for anything other than the beauty at the bar, he spent most of the evening alone. But who was she?

It was difficult to explain what he could call his relationship with her. He knew her better than almost anyone else, which made it all the more displeasing to see her with another man. For someone who seemed to place little value on affection, the affection of a few people who were important to him was extremely valuable to him. More valuable than he seemed to want to admit. But she was probably so precious and important to him that he no longer could sleep at night because of her and wanted nothing more than to have her next to him. To feel, touch and taste her body next to him. To have her and never let her go again.

His narrow gray eyes fixed on the man at her side as if he wanted to kill him with his gaze. Oh how he wished he could do just that. But wait a minute. This simmering feeling inside him seemed to be taking on reckless proportions. They couldn't even be controlled and that meant they had touched him deeper than he had realized. And it got even worse when the man came closer to the woman. Too close and stroked her bare thigh with his hand. It seemed as if a signal had gone off in him. A signal he had needed to get up and walk through the club to her. When she saw him coming, she had already pushed the other man's hand away from her in disgust.

»Piss off, asshole,« he hissed as soon as he reached the bar. The woman stared at him with raised eyebrows. Levi made no effort whatsoever to be polite to the other man. He stood in front of them, his fists already clenched so that the veins stood out from his masculine hands. Why was it so difficult for him to control himself? Why because of her of all people? The stranger slid off the bar stool and towered over the other in height, which was no great surprise with Levis. Still, he was completely unfazed by it. What's more, his deadly penetrating gaze remained ice-cold.

»What did you just say, kid?«

»You heard me.« Levi made a throwing gesture and caught the hand of the man who had tried to push him at the last moment. He gripped it tightly, all his anger and rage gathered in it. The taller man actually began to whimper softly, which only Levi could hear despite the music.

»Get the fuck out of here. She's mine.«

His frighteningly calm voice probably scared the other even more, which already gave her goosebumps. There was so much in those few words and he didn't even need to shout or lash out at her. No, instead the other man trolled away and left the field to Levi. His tired gaze fell on the woman, who was still looking at him speechlessly. But then she shook her head and asked the bartender for another whiskey.

»You still drink it neat, don't you?«

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her by the upper arm and came dangerously close to her. His face showed how furious he was. He could not accept her simple indifference and pretend that nothing had happened.

»What is this crap here?« he hissed. »You do this on purpose?«

»I don't know what you mean...« she shrugged cluelessly and looked down at her arm as a silent demand that he let go of her. The bartender set the glass of whisky down in front of them, which Levi immediately grabbed and drank in one go. With a gesture of his head, he told the barman himself to leave as quickly as possible. She withstood his gaze, which few were able to do. The provocation he experienced only made the black-haired man angrier. It clearly showed him what power she had over him.

»Don't play dumb, Y/N,« he hissed darkly, pulling her off the bar stool and straight onto the dance floor, as if he had to prove to everyone once again that she was his. She allowed it and found herself in the middle of the dancing crowd, who seemed to have nothing else on their minds but to be driven by the loud music. She stood close to the black-haired man so that their faces were almost touching. Her breath beat directly against his, restless and hot. His hand wrapped around her waist, sending thousands of electric shocks through her body. Her eyes were fixated on his grays, but they seemed darker because of the lighting in the club. He came closer, his lips brushing her cheek until they reached her ear. Shiver after shiver coursed through her body.

»Do you seriously think I'm going to sit still if someone touches you in front of me? Y/N, there are only two options.«

»Which are?« she whispered, although he certainly couldn't hear her over the noise.

»We either stay here and behave ourselves or...« He paused briefly, meaningfully, before continuing. His voice became a little darker, his breath hotter. It was clear to Levi that his patience was being tried to the utmost.

»Or we get out of here and then I guarantee you I won't behave.«

His grip on her waist tightened and it seemed as if the world around them barely existed. There was a blatant threat in his voice and, knowing Levi, he would make good on any of it. Her body trembled under his grip and threatened to burst.

»What's your answer?« he urged her, his lips moving to her neck again. It was as if he was actually getting more impatient the longer she made him wait. But hopefully this was the only way she would understand what she meant to him and that it had been a mistake to dance around in front of him like that. He was cold and unapproachable, but when it came to her, there was nothing else.

The atmosphere between them boiled over and reached its zenith when she said what he wanted to hear.

»Let's go...«

No sooner had they found time for each other, which certainly didn't degenerate into a harmless conversation, than the she found herself in some hotel room. He pressed her against the wall, his arms outstretched to her left and right. She gasped startled into the stormy kiss. Her eyes closed in pleasure, she allowed him to give free rein to his unrestrained jealousy. He wanted her to be completely at his mercy. He wanted to show her what it meant to torture him for so long. His mouth was fused with hers, urging and demanding that she choke on his kisses.

»Fuck.« he mumbled between their kisses. »You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Go ahead, tell me some bullshit again...«

His body had nestled close to hers. He fell over her like a monster, finally wanting to make room for his restlessness. The woman grinned, sighing excitedly because of the man's impetuous nature and this intense closeness. Her whole pelvis was already throbbing, demanding and inviting, feeling the pressure she could sense through his pants. She spread her legs a little wider and his leg pushed between them, making her gasp irrevocably.

»I know that,« she replied cheekily, but Levi could clearly hear the excitement in her voice. She didn't need to pretend to him. She should just admit that she was his. For today, tomorrow and always. He nibbled on her lips and only let go of her once to look at her. Her whole face reflected lust and arousal. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was open, breathing heavily. A wonderful picture that made the otherwise so composed loner tremble inside. He moved one hand to her cheek, then to her lips. These touches made her sigh.

»I'm yours, Levi.«

»Yes?« he groaned breathlessly. At least for this night, he wanted to hear the truth from her lips. Even if the truth could be a lie. He didn't care.

»Yes, Levi.« she whispered back. That was all he needed to pick her up, throw her on the double bed and pounce on her hungrily. He didn't care about anything. As long as he had her, he let everything fall away from him. There was a time when he would have actually tried to stay away from her, but that was no longer the case. He straightened up to pull the tight black T-shirt over his head. His taut, pale chest was hit by the shining moonlight through the window, caressing the stature of the man whose back muscles seemed to be chiseled in marble. He leaned over her with both hands, looking at her like a hungry wolf. She brushed her hands gently over his neck, down to his shoulders, but he was not so quick to let her pull him off.

»You're mine for tonight. Only mine.« He didn't even wait for her answer, instead attaching his lips to her neck. He stroked her thighs with one hand, pushing her tight dress up impatiently. She sighed under his touch and surrendered to him. His fingertips glided over her skin, aiming for a specific, sensitive point. They reached the hem of her panties, hooked and pulled them down in one swift and fluid motion. He stroked it over her legs and feet. She shuddered under his touch, knowing full well that he now wanted to take what he needed.

»Now, let’s see how naughty you are.« As if of their own accord, his fingers found their way between her legs and gently stroked her already very sensitive center. Her body reacted immediately and arched up against his movements. As if she were made of the finest porcelain, he stroked the insides of her thighs until she sighed and asked for more. The sight of the woman beneath him made him hard, but he wanted to savor this moment all the more. It was like a frenzy they were both caught up in, but it was clear that Levi clearly had the upper hand here. His fingers played around her wet clit, teasing her and still making her wait hotly. He pushed her dress up further - he could hardly wait to tear it off her completely - and drove his first fingers inside her. She gasped with excitement. Her eyes glowed with an insatiable desire for more. Her mouth was open, her breath coming in gasps. He spread her legs even further apart and looked directly into her eyes as he took her with his fingers. No matter how hard it throbbed in his pants, he wanted to savor it completely.

»Oh God, yes...« she whimpered excitedly and clawed her hands into the sheets beneath her. She wriggled under his touch and it seemed as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Then his fingers were suddenly gone, leaving behind a panting creature that the cheeky woman from earlier had nothing to do with. When she looked up at him, however, she saw that instead of his fingers, he was now placing his tongue on her wet pussy and teasing her with it with relish. Sounds of moaning and gasping escaped from her mouth. It was unmistakably clear to him that he should not stop. He took in her moisture, so longingly and greedily, licking his tongue over her womanhood and resisting the urge to take her rashly. His tongue brought her to the brink of madness several times. Her hands dug into his jet-black hair, clawing at it.

»Please...more...« she whimpered constantly, her breathing rapid. Her legs spread to the limit and just a glowing creature begging for more. He visibly enjoyed it, looked up at her and met her gaze, which reflected complete lust.

»Do you think I'm going to make it that easy for you now?« He could also hear himself how aroused he was, how much he had to pull himself together before his dam broke loose. He teased her a little more with his tongue, moaning straight onto her sensitive skin as she pulled harder on his hair. His hands stroked her thighs, leaving a burning trail. Slowly, he straightened up again and she immediately began to hope and long for him to finally respond to her whimpers.

However, this was not quite the case yet. In one swift movement, he flipped her onto her stomach, undid the clasp of her dress and slipped every single piece of fabric down so that she lay completely exposed before him.

»Mine.« His hands stroked her curves, immediately giving her goose bumps wherever they touched. Before she could say anything back, he pulled down his zipper and penetrated her from behind in the next moment. A delighted gasp escaped her mouth as her face was immediately pressed into the pillows. He nestled himself lengthwise against her body and sent the first, merciless thrusts that made her body tremble. His hard cock had sunk deep inside her and he thrust harder and faster, although he kept up his pace. She moaned and whimpered beneath him, her naughty tongue now unable to say anything else except that she wanted more.

»Yes...just like that...«

He didn't listen to her at all and gave himself to her as he wanted. His hands sank into her flesh, leaving red marks. She cried out, not from the pain, but from how much pleasure he was giving her. He wanted to come, wanted to spill himself deep inside her, but as soon as he had driven her to climax, he let go of her again, turned her onto her back and pushed himself uncompromisingly into her wet center.

»Oh God, Levi...« she gasped beneath him and before he made a move, he kissed her hotly on her lips.

»I told you, you're mine for today. Do you get it now?«

She nodded, sweat beading down her forehead. But even that wasn't enough for him.

»Do you understand?« he repeated with emphasis in his voice. It was clear that he wanted more than a simple nod. He withdrew again, only to thrust back into her with all his might. She let out a cry of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.

»Yes, yes! Oh fuck yes, I get it, Levi.«

He leaned down to her, intertwined her fingers with his and kissed her briefly and demanding.

»Y/N...« he whispered against her lips before thrusting hard into her. She moaned directly into his face, surrendering to his thrusts. After the seemingly endless wait, he finally released everything he had been holding back. His thrusts were hard and merciless. He didn't give her a chance to take a break. And she didn't want to. She surrendered completely to his dominance. Her middle was burning with heat, pulsating violently. The faster his thrusts became, the faster her heart seemed to beat. She was completely at his mercy and could produce nothing from her lips but moans and gasps. That was exactly what he wanted. Of course, he wouldn't allow her to do that so easily. She had to learn to understand it first.

The climax hit them both with a huge wave that rolled over them. He collapsed on top of her, breathing fast, sweating - which would have driven him to the shower long ago. But he enjoyed it far too much to feel her heart pounding against his chest. Her fingers clawed into his hair, into the back of his head, she could still feel him deep inside her. For a moment, there was nothing else but the two of them.

[surftrips]

game on

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: y/n runs into rafe at the bar.

word count: 802

a/n: haven't posted in a while but i figured with the new season finally out i would publish this draft i had, might do a part 2 depending on the feedback!

Y/N didn't even want to go out tonight. She was only here because her roommate dragged her, completely ignoring the fact that she had class tomorrow morning.

The nightclub was dark and crowded, but the energy was electric. She could tell that most people were here for one thing and one thing only: a hookup. Despite being in college for a few years now, the hookup culture was one thing she never got used to. She respected people that could participate in it, but personally, she had a hard time with the idea of sleeping with a stranger and never seeing them again (or worse, seeing them in the elevator and having it be awkward).

Her roommate dragged her into the middle of the dance floor, because "that's where all the fun happens!" It was also where people got trampled if they weren't careful, but she didn't think her friend would appreciate her bringing that up.

As soon as they made it on the dance floor, the music started picking up and it was getting harder to keep up. However, Y/N tried her best to dance to the songs and stay close to her friend, knowing that the night would go by a lot faster if she at least tried to have fun.

About two hours in, Y/N had to excuse herself from the floor and grab some water from the bar before she passed out. She signaled to her friend that she was leaving and began weaving her way through the crowd.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" A familiar voice asked her. Startled, she turned around with her drink in hand to be met by.... someone from her business class.

But not just anyone, the Kook King himself, Rafe Cameron.

"Hey, you're from my business class right?" she said, deciding not to give him the satisfaction of knowing his name.

"Uh yeah, sorry if I scared you there, I just thought you looked like a girl from my class and I was right."

"Would've been very awkward if my name wasn't Y/N. I'm sorry, what's yours again?"

He looked a little disappointed, "You don't remember?"

"Agh, sorry. It's embarrassing, but I'm really bad with faces and names so don't take it personally," you responded.

"All good," he reached out to shake your hand, not seeming to notice the sarcasm in your tone, "Cameron, Rafe Cameron."

"Oh! Rafe, that's right. How could I forget? You're always showing up late to class."

"Woah... I came out here to have a good time tonight, not to get made fun of." Rafe put his hands up in defense.

"Sorry, haha. People have told me I come off a little too strong sometimes."

"Hey, it's no worries, I appreciate your assertiveness."

It wasn't that she hated Rafe, she had nothing against him personally, but he was Rafe. Spoiled, privileged, and entitled, he lived in an entirely different world from the majority of the island. Even next to other Kooks, he stood out. The Camerons were by far, the most affluent family on the Cut.

So, she couldn't help herself when it came to taking jabs at him, masked as sarcasm or banter.

Fueled by the drink in her hand, she continued, "You here alone?"

"Well, I came with Topper and Kelce but I'm not sure where they are now. Hoping to leave with someone else though..."

Again, Y/N knew that everyone here was looking for a hookup. Still, she paused for a second at hearing Rafe being so blunt. Normally, she would be unfazed by his actions, in fact she had been dodging people's advances all night, but whether it was the alcohol in her system or sleep deprivation messing with the chemicals in her brain, she decided to keep entertaining him.

"Oh, yeah? Seen a couple blonde girls around that might be your type."

If Rafe was taken aback, he did a good job of hiding it. "Thought you didn't know my name, but now you know who my type is?"

"I only remember the important stuff," you took another sip of your drink.

Rafe was used to getting what he wanted. Most girls that he approached gave in almost immediately, but Y/N was not most girls. She was going to make him chase her.

"Alright," he nodded. "Do you want to play a game to test your memory?"

"Depends, will there be a prize if I win?"

"Of course, but I have a feeling we'll both get something out of it."

He was being a douchebag. Y/N knew all this, and yet, she couldn't help but be amused by his perseverance. If there was one thing she loved, it was the thrill that came with chasing someone. Game on.

"Okay, I'm in. What's the game?"

[viktorybell]

Growing Pains

Link x Zelda

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, gets pretty suggestive in certain places (wink wink nudge nudge) but nothing too explicit

a/n: this is insanely self-indulgent, not apologizing

Zelda came home at 6, dragging her weary feet across the village of Hateno long after the last child left the school house. She always does this to herself, staying until the last child is picked up by their parents. One of her coworkers even offered to let her off early today, their numbers lower than ever on the last day of school before summer. Of course, her perfectionist tendencies wouldn’t let her accept the offer, allowing somebody else to leave as she kept struggling with over thirty excitable children desperate to be done with school.

The walk home has never felt so slow and agonizing, the sight of her simple Hateno home never more comforting. Zelda slings her bag further up her shoulder as she bullies the old, creaky door open with a hip. Immediately she’s hit with the smell of something warm and comforting coming from the kitchen. The tension leaves her shoulders, nearly dropping an armful of student drawings and her long drained coffee thermos.

It’s usually a 50/50 shot whether Link will be home after Zelda finishes her shift at the school, her partner so prone to helping with one of a million tedious tasks around the village. His caring nature and drive to help others warms Zelda’s heart, usually setting it aflutter, but she can’t deny her relief at Link’s presence in their shared home. With a meal to boot? Zelda could kiss him.

“That smells divine…” She mumbles, trudging to their small kitchen table to add her load to a growing pile of clutter that’s began to form in the chaos of the last week of school. Arms free, Zelda shuffles over to where Link is humming over the stove top, his hips swaying in such a way that she has to refrain from gripping at them. Instead she settles for pressing her chest to his back, arms wrapping around his torso snugly as she noses along the nape of his neck. Link tries his best to act unfazed as she presses chaste kisses up and up towards his ear, watching it twitch slightly, the tip tinged red. As stoic as her knight likes to play, she knows the cracks in his armor and it makes her grin.

“I just finished cooking,” Link hums as he leans back slightly into his princess’ hold. On the stove is a steaming…disk? She’s never seen something of the like before, almost looking like the circular flat breads she enjoys with every other meal in Gerudo Valley. 

“What…is that?” Zelda asks almost nervously. She trusts in his culinary ability, knowing damn well she can barely manage to boil water herself. However, at the same time she’s seen Link choke down dubious concoctions of frogs and monster bits alongside actual goddess forsaken rocks. So it’s sort of a toss up.

Link chuckles as he carefully begins cutting the circular bread in half with a satisfying crunch. “Pizza.”

Zelda nods and hums in response, like she totally understands whatever the fuck Link just said. There’s silence for a moment more before she cannot physically hold her tongue any longer. “Is that a real word or are you just messing with me and this is going right over my head?”

“It’s new,” Link says, not bothering to hide his laughter at Zelda’s response as he quarters the pizza. “Koyin needed my help at the lake. Sent me on like ten different missions today, and ended with us getting more cheese than we can eat.”

“Cheese?” Zelda repeats, the word scratching at a memory just beyond her grasp. Something she must have read in passing.

She had been doing research into the culture and history of Hateno Village back when she first returned from her 100 year stint keeping Calamity Ganon down. It had been hard to walk out of Link’s meager home, the world around her new and strange and different from the one she once knew. Worse than that she was scared of the people. Her people. Scared of what they’d think, scared they’d blame her for their losses. Their princess, the goddess’ chosen hero of wisdom, missing for a century and somehow getting to show up again seemingly unscathed. It had taken her a long time before she was able to step foot into town. Months even. Probably would’ve lasted an entire year if Link’s home had not been truly desolate and mind numbingly plain. There was only so many times she could rearrange their three pieces of furniture before even the ridicule of her beloved people outweighed the boredom of staring out the same window for hours on hours as she waited for Link to return.

The town library had been her first stop.

“Yeah, cheese. Koyin even lent me an old recipe from her grandfather. Pizza,” Link explains as he pulls a quarter of the pizza apart from the circle. Long, steaming strings of cheese connect the slice to the remaining pieces. Zelda’s stomach growls where it’s pressed to Link’s back, both of them freezing up at the sound. Link sets the pizza back down and gives her a curious look over his shoulder. “Have you eaten at all today?”

Not wanting to worry her partner, Zelda immediately slips into damage control mode. She leans in, pressing another hot line of kisses up the side of Link’s neck. These ones are open mouthed and lingering compared to the light pecks from earlier, lightly dragging her teeth across a bruise she’d left there earlier in the week. Link’s ear twitches again, harder this time as his focus slips a bit, but he pulls himself together at the last moment. He turns in Zelda’s arms to give her a disappointed look.

“Did you work through your lunch break again?” Link’s brows are pulled together in worry as he leans back against the stove, putting enough distance between them to fold his arms. No matter how pretty she tries to bat her eyelashes, her stubborn knight refuses to budge an inch.

With a sigh, her arms drop from Link’s hips to fold around her own torso, defensively mirroring Link’s posture without realizing. “It was another half day at the school, and you know how many of the students show up to after school care when the day is over.”

“And nobody could cover you for lunch?” Link prods, still looking at her with those kicked puppy blue eyes that made her want to storm away and sleep the rest of the day away as if she were a teen again. Zelda hates that she makes him worry. Hates that she takes up space in his mind like that, hates that she takes up space in general. Hates being useless. Hates not being able to take a break. Hates constantly worrying that she isn’t doing enough. She doesn’t say it out loud. After so long at each other’s sides, she doesn’t really need to. Link sighs sadly. He doesn’t have to say it out loud either, but she knows he wants to shake her by the shoulders and insists she matters, that she deserves to rest.

“Come sit and eat,” He says instead, arms falling back to his sides. The tension brewing in Zelda dissipates immediately, her shoulders slumping like a puppet with cut strings. There’s a terrible ache in her lower back she hadn’t noticed until she stopped running about like a cuccoo with its head chopped off. She presses a light kiss to the corner of his lips as thanks, one he reels her in to return in full. The two only part from the kiss when Zelda’s stomach decides to make itself known yet again. Link chuckles against her lips, tapping her hip where his hands had slid up to hold her during their kiss. “Sit. Eat.”

“Unf, Link. You know how hot it gets me when you use caveman speak,” Zelda teases as she does as told, sliding into her usual seat at the table. Link sends a half-hearted glare her way, signing something along the lines of ‘go fuck yourself,’ before turning his attention back to their dinner.

As much as she adores giving her boyfriend a hard time, she adores every word to come out of his mouth. When they were younger, Link said hardly a word to her despite how many she hurled at him. Being seventeen is hard. Being the princess was harder. Being her knight was likely even harder than that. Zelda finds herself getting stuck on her treatment of Link, taking his silence for judgment. Judgment that he wielded the sword, a random knight from Hyrule goddess chosen and capable. Judgment that no matter how many days and nights she spent praying and begging for an answer, she was left in silence. Silence from the goddess Hylia, silence from her chosen knight. Expectant silence while everyone stared and waited for something incredible she just wasn’t capable of.

Zelda’s spiraling was interrupted by a plate pointedly placed in front of her. Link’s eyebrow is quirked in a silent question when she drags her gaze up from where it had been blindly boring holes into their wooden tabletop. A silent question from her no longer silent knight.

“Sorry, just lost in thought. This is perfect, thank you beloved,” She sighs, watching her love’s ears turn pink as he hurries back to the stove to grab his own slice. 

While no longer completely mute, Link still had his moments. They were becoming fewer and far between when it was just the two of them. Primarily when Link’s having a bad day. But Zelda’s found she quite enjoys his silence as well, now. Especially when its cause is sweet pet names that fluster the knight to no end.

It isn’t long before the two are seated and digging into yet another lovely home cooked meal from the hero of Hyrule. The pizza is unlike anything she’s tried before, but it’s something she could get used to eating. Her first bite is followed by a moan that nearly causes Link to drop his own slice. If that hadn’t proved to him how delicious the food was, the way they devoured the whole pizza in silence did.

“Link,” Zelda groans as she leans back in her chair. “You’ve truly outdone yourself. You must make this again.”

‘I’d make it every single day if you wanted me to, princess.’ Link signs the words to her instead of speaking them aloud, something he does often when saying something sweet. Zelda’s heart squeezes with affection, hiding a giddy grin by sipping from her water. It’s intoxicating to know she has such an effect on her partner. To reduce him to such a blushing, stuttering mess.

The air between them shifts, Zelda’s eyes going half-lidded as she stares across the table at Link as if she would devour him next. Which honestly, she thought to herself, wasn’t such a bad idea…

“The hero of Hyrule AND an amazing chef? How can I ever repay your valiant efforts toward the crown of Hyrule?” She teases as she stands from her chair and slowly stalks towards where Link’s staring with wide eyes. 

A strangled noise gets caught in his throat when Zelda turns his chair out from the table and then gracefully sinks to her knees in front of him. This isn’t anything new for the two of them, but Link is flustered and stumbling over his words like it’s the first time all over again. Unable to put words to his thoughts, Link settles on breathlessly whispering her name as her hands slide up his calves to his thighs. He shifts under her palms unconsciously, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

“Ah, I mean - well…if you insist,” Link finally stutters out.

Zelda grins up at him wickedly. She flicks her short hair out of her face as she shuffles up closer, something she would soon regret as a bolt of hot pain radiates down her spine from the top of her neck. If she had been standing up her knees would have surely buckled underneath her. Her only saving grace is that she’s already on her knees and instead she falls forward and face plants into her partner’s thigh with a muffled ‘oof’.

The mood between them is shattered as Link immediately tenses up beneath her. Sitting up from his formerly slumped position, he gently brushes her hair out of her face. He’s nervous to move her and worsen the pain.

“Zelda?? Are you ok?” Link asks earnestly. It’s enough to make her face heat up and she turns away from his light touches and groans frustratedly into the meat of his thigh. She can feel him relax some as he gently runs his fingers through her hair. “You overdid it again, didn’t you?”

Both of them were aware of her tendencies to work until she, sometimes literally, dropped. Zelda liked to ignore it, which only made Link more persistent in his attempts at getting her to slow down and take a breath. Ironic, she thought, when Link was definitely the more overtly self-destructive of the two. Of course, she also didn’t see her overworking tendencies as self-destructive, though, which Link vehemently disagrees with. The two could go round and round about it until they were both red in the face and exhausted. Which sometimes they did.

“It was the last day of school, I couldn’t just…leave early,” Zelda sighs, turning her face enough for her voice to be heard clearly. It sounded like a weak excuse even to her own ears, which drooped down in shame.

“Are the other teachers really that bad at their jobs?” Link mumbles, starting to unravel the braids that circle Zelda’s head.

“What? No! They’re entirely capable, I trust them with the physical well-being of any of the children in Hateno,” She says almost indignantly, as if she’d dare let someone unqualified for the job risk the safety of a child.

“Then what’s the issue?”

That gives Zelda pause. She starts and stops nearly four different attempts at defending her actions, but still ends up short. Curse Link and his occasional wisdom. She hates when he makes sense.

“I worry…” Zelda starts, her voice small. “I worry something out of everyone’s control will occur. Whether that be a disaster of some sort? Another calamity? I don’t know. I just feel it all the time, this overwhelming dread like something bad is going to happen. Like…like…”

“Like the other shoe is going to drop?” Link finishes for her when she trails off. “I know. I feel it too.”

“But if I’m there, if I’m present, I can stop it. I can help them in ways other can’t, I can finally stop being so useless-”

Pausing where he was gently unraveling the plaits in Zelda’s hair, he gingerly takes her face in both of his hands. So light and gentle like she’s glass, like she’ll break apart into a thousand pieces so small they can’t possibly piece them together again.

“Calamity Ganon is gone. We’re safe. We have a home in Hateno. You’re princess Zelda of Hyrule. You love frogs and helping the village kids learn how the world around them works. You like pizza,” Link lists fact after fact about her until she finally looks him in the eyes and rests a hand over top of his, still cupping her face.

She recognizes what he’s doing. It’s a grounding technique she uses often when Link is suffering through a bad day. When he swears he can still feel the cold chill of the resurrection shrine, when he coughs with phantom smoke from Ganon’s putrid gloom.

“I hate when you make sense,” With another exaggerated groan, Zelda turns back to hiding her face in his leg, biting down lightly in retaliation. Link giggles almost giddily, his thighs ticklish as he struggles not to jostle his partner.

“C’mon. Stove’s still burning, I can heat some water for a bath,” Link offers as he finishes loosening the last of her braids. He runs his fingers gently through the wavy locks until the last bit of tension drops from Zelda’s shoulders. “Might help with the pain.”

Zelda doesn’t bother denying the soreness that’s truly settling into her muscles now that she’s stopped running about. There’s a dull throb along her back and her knees feel awkward and numb where she’s been resting all her weight on them for the past ten minutes. Taking Link’s offered hands, she lets her knight help her to her feet and pulls him up with her. He nearly stumbles into her, but turns it into an embrace at the last second. His arms are wrapped tight around her waist as he stares up at her through his messy bangs. 

While Zelda had been trying out increasingly shorter hair styles, it seemed like Link was content to let his own hair grow far past his shoulders. Not that she was complaining. The added length made it much more fun to tug at in…certain situations. Link’s breath hitches as Zelda reaches up to tangle her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. She’s got a firm but gentle grip, not pulling. Not yet, anyways.

“Only if you’re to join me, beloved.” Zelda hums. She’s all too pleased to see the mood may not have been entirely ruined, giggling behind her hand as Link ducks out of her hold and immediately rushes out to grab a bucket of water from their well out back.

It’s been years now since the two defeated the Calamity. It’ll be years in the future before they may live unburdened by the pain of their shared suffering. But Zelda finds herself not minding the aches and sore spots as much as she thought she would. 

To her it’s a sign of progress. 

Growing pains.

[evilgabe29]

Chapter 2: Magic Space Prospectors

Sir Lanyard Wayne did his best to not shiver in the cold air of Artagan’s port. He tried to keep his back straight, years of working in cramped guild ships had done a number on his spine. He hoped that keeping his back straight would maybe undo some  of the damage, so far it hasn't done much.

Two hours had passed since Vik arrived. there was still no sign of the heaver. the job listing had clearly reached the centers so what was taking them so damn long? right as he finished that thought he snapped out of his thinking. Lan had been doing this semi-regularly to prevent himself from getting snuck up on again.

Lanyard scanned the crowd of people milling about for someone who might be walking towards him. Unfortunately it didn't seem like anyone fit the description. Lan relaxed unintentionally letting some of his slouch creep back in. 

“Excuse me?” a voice came from behind him accompanied by a tap on his shoulder. 

Lan jumped back in surprise, reaching for his coat pocket where a Keno shard sat in a fiery magenta cloak draining into Lan’s gloved fingers, Kenek stain crawling up his arm just that little bit more. a force pushed up against Lan granting him weightlessness. Lan bounced off the ground like a skipped rock. giving him a good ten half-yards of distance between him and whoever scared him. His brain finally caught up with what his eyes were seeing. a woman stood on where he'd been, she wore a blue port guild uniform. Lan stopped his levitation by putting his Athos back into the shard in his pocket making it burn a brilliant cyan.  

“…you’re Wayne I assume?” the woman asked unfazed.

“Uhm yes, you can call me Lan,” he said, letting himself relax a bit now that he was sure he wasn't in any danger. “you're the heaver then?”

“Yes, you can call me Kali. is that your ship back there?” Kali asked, pointing to Theo behind him. 

“Hum? Uh yeah, my brother and i built it for fun, we call her Theo after the-” 

“Yes, I know who Theosunis is. A fitting name for her,” This surprised Lan, the common person didn't know much about the niche subjects that Lan found so interesting.

“Yep, anyway we need to get going, we only reserved so much dock time” Lan said, beginning to walk towards his ship.

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Lan opened the door to the ship making a loud squeaking noise. He heard a soft gasp from Kali as she entered. People always seemed to underestimate how big the inside was, sure a large amount was taken up with air storage and insulation but if you account for it you could make the inside as big as you want. Lan sighed seeing Nell passed out on the couch to his left.

“Did you and your brother really build all of this?” Kali asked behind him. 

“Well  Nell did most of the building, I did most of the designing and drafting,” Lan said, glad that he could finally boast to someone about it.

“Impressive,” Kali said, trailing behind lan

“Yeah it was quite the project.”

“So what's the plan? The job offer said it was a scouting job but that could be anything from looking for comets to looking for planets,” she said leaning against one of the bedroom doors. 

“I'll explain everything once we get the dasher up. ”Lan walked over to the rightmost room that he could see was locked and knocked on the beige metal door. About a minute later Vik stumbled out of the room after struggling with the lock for a few seconds, their light brown hair a complete mess, gray shirt that was a bit too big for them slipping down off of one shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm awake, I'm awake” Vik said, yawning. 

“You're the dasher then? How old are you, kid?” Kali asked 

“Hum? I'm eighteen, at least last I checked,” Vik responded, still very groggy.

“Really? You look quite young for your age”

“Thanks, I think it's the rat diet. Anyway, what's your name?” 

“I'm Kali, what's yours?”

“Oh right, im Vik, sorry i'm not used to having a name again,”

Lan walked over to the kitchen area, letting the two get to know each other while he went to make himself a coffee. He filled up the metal carafe with water till it hit the inscribed line, placing the jug onto the white heating plate that seemed to glow a very faint yellow. Now that they have a dedicated dasher they don't need to keep a constant level of Athos running in the plate to make it work but there was no guarantee Vik could heat objects so it would be best to play it safe. He walked over to the large yellow cloaked Keno engine at the front of the ship. putting his fingertips to it and sucking just a bit of Athos into himself causing him to glow a very faint cyan. After injecting Athos into the hotplate, the carafe began to heat up. Once the water boiled he removed the athos from the plate leaving just a little bit, and transferred it into the Keno shard in his coat pocket making it glow just that little bit brighter. He dumped a bunch of coffee grounds into the pot and let it sit for a few minutes while he listened to the conversation Vik and Kali were having.

“-i mean it's probably convenient to be small since you're a dasher, you would have less air resistance to worry about when running around” Kali said, taking a swig from her canteen she kept in her coat.

“I do wear a relatively large coat though, so that probably counteracts any benefit I get from being short. Anyway, could we not talk about my height for a bit. You said you're a heaver what's that like?” said Vik, leaning against a perpendicular wall to Kali.

“Oh it's alright, means I never really need to worry about how much I'm carrying. But i think it shines more with other Kenek since so many things are dependent on the mass of the object so having the ability to change that value makes just everyone’s jobs easier”

“Makes sense, by the way, where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Artagan”

“I'm surprised you noticed, i'm from Kuralon, i thought i had adopted the accent pretty well” 

“You put too much emphasis on your ‘E’s and not enough on your ‘A’s, it's not that noticeable you still did quite a good job of adopting the accent. I've just always had a good ear for spotting those kinds of things. It's easier to steal from folk that that aren't from here”

“That makes sense. So you lived on the streets eh? How's that like?”

“Eh it could be worse, rats are abundant and more or less safe to eat, and the NDM have soup kitchens set up where you can get a bowl for a sliver which is pretty affordable and the food itself isn't too bad. Sleeping conditions are about what you’d expect. The most dangerous thing would probably be others trying to steal from you but as long as you look poor enough most will leave you alone. Also if sleep high enough up on the escapement ladders most won't even think about coming up there”

“Interesting i expected street life to be a lot worse”

“No, yeah, it's not too bad, although that's probably because the NDM wants a population that actually wants to work for them, if they treat people like shit then no one will want to work and then well the whole city goes to shit. By the way, what brought you to Artagan? Surly you didn't come for the scenery,”

“I actually came here with the Port guild when they needed more staff at the Artagan port. But then they ended up laying me off and I've just been hanging around for a bit hoping I could find a job that would get me off of here before I ran out of shards. I'm surprised that there isn't a bigger demand for Kenek on ships. I heard they made crafts that don't require Athos for propulsion but I thought they were rather expensive and a pain to maintain.” 

“From what i heard most civilian spacecrafts have Kenek that are either friends or friends of friends, and most commercial aircrafts don't tend to use the local job centers”

“Really that's good to know, makes me wonder what we signed up for here…”

Lan snapped out of his musings that most would call eavesdropping but hey what do i know. He put the lid on his carafe, put a new filter into it and poured it into two metal mugs, filling the ship with the smell of fresh coffee. He walked over to Nell who was still passed out on the couch. Lan tapped him on the head waking him up and handed him one of the mugs. He sat down next to Nell, mug clenched between his hands while he rehearsed his speech in his head.

alright, yall mind imagining that i used gender neutral pronouns for Vik in the first chapter? thanks.

oh and i absolutely recommend this vlog playlist if you're doing a long stint of writing, its really relaxing and honestly just people being nice to people, its really cozy.

anyway i need to tag a bunch of folk now eh?

first mutuals,

@ohnoitsslime @kaylinalexanderbooks @theeccentricraven

@illarian-rambling @beloveddawn-blog @caligusabs

@weird-dork37 @ratedn @leahnardo-da-veggie

@you-need-not-apply @elsie-writes @fwoofz

and now non mutual tags,

@mr-orion @squarebracket-trickster @the-ellia-west

[ashxketchum]

Pokeshipping five sentences, “Splash Down”

I'm so sorry for taking so long Anon, my original idea for this turned out to be a whole other oneshot in itself which I could not find the motivation to write completely. I decided I will chuck that for now, and just finish the request with a fresh start, hope you enjoy reading this.

They are around 17-18 in this scene, travelling in Paldea with a few of their friends. I, of course, did not stick to the 5 sentence rule 🫣🤡

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Water always felt like second skin to Misty, she could stand to be in it for hours, diving deep or floating aimlessly, just immersing herself in it freely.

She did not expect others to understand what it was like for her, rather she enjoyed the few moments of solitude her hobby awarded her. Tonight was supposed to be one of those moments, she'd snuck away from where the gang had camped after everyone fell asleep, and found herself a little lake in the forest to explore. As she approached it, a group of Woopers quickly scattered away from the water, hiding themselves in the shrubbery around the lake and attempting to peek at her in secret, which earned them a chuckle from her.

Without too many big movements, Misty removed her jacket to reveal the swimsuit she was wearing underneath. Next, she took off her jean shorts, folding both the items and keeping them softly on the ground to not alert any more wild Pokemon. With a careful step, she dipped her bare feet in the water, feeling its icy temperature against her skin. Just as she liked it, Misty thought before diving in without hesitation.

It was much darker underwater, the moonlight had only illuminated the surface of the lake, and that too quite dimly. But it didn't take long for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and through her practised breath control, she was able to swim around for a little while, disappointed to not come across any other Water Pokemon. That did explain why the Wooper were hanging around here, however.

She swam back to the surface, cutting through it to finally let go of the breath she was holding and pushing her dripping wet hair out of her eyes. Next time, she reminded herself, she would remember to tie them back.

Just as Misty prepared herself to go in for a second dive, she heard some movement from the bush behind her. She turned her head fast but saw that it was a Wooper running away to find a better hiding place. Smiling, she shook her head and went underwater once again.

This time, she did not make it much farther before she heard the noise of someone splashing down into the water. Panicking, as she had not kept any of her Pokemon on her, Misty halted her descent, instead preparing to turn around and head back up. But before she could get started on that, a pair of familiar arms wrapped themselves around her waist and she felt a hard, bare chest press against her back.

Even before she turned her head, she knew she would come face to face with Ash.

It was impossible, however, for her to get mad at him for scaring her like this when she couldn't afford to open her mouth. She glared at him with all her might, hoping that her turquoise eyes would drill a hole into his head, but Ash remained unfazed, the corner of his lips tugging at a smug smile, if it even was possible to look smug underwater.

Misty decided that the best course of action would be to swim upwards after getting out of Ash's grasp, but he had other plans for them.

In one swift movement, he crashed his lips onto hers.

It was difficult for Misty to describe the next few moments even if she tried.

She surrendered herself to Ash's kiss, grabbing his cheek tightly as his tongue parted her lips to entangle with her own, giving them the chance to share the breath of air that they had both been holding in. She'd always loved the feeling of kissing Ash, but never had she imagined that doing it underwater would make her realise that she even loved the thrill of their hearts beating loudly with their chests pressed together, the sound of their laboured breaths echoing in sync, the taste of salty freshwater mixing in with the taste of Ash's lips.

And then, just as suddenly as Ash had initiated the kiss, their bodies' tolerance to stay underwater ran out. The two of them struggled to swim back up to the surface, their arms draped across each other to ensure that the other was not left behind. When they finally emerged from the water, loudly coughing and gasping for air, Misty was able to recover the best of her senses and turn towards Ash with an accusatory glance.

"Ash Ketchum, what do you think-"

Ash laughed loudly, making a flock of Wattrel flee a nearby tree, squawking and screeching away into the clear night sky. He didn't waste any time and took advantage of her minute of confusion to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer to him. He leaned in towards her ear and whispered in a teasing tone-

"Ready for round two?"

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[lovemiawrites]

Pearl’s Mischief: The Day I Tried to Save the Yard

One day, not too long ago, I was in my room, getting ready for the day as usual, when suddenly I heard a loud crash from the kitchen window. My heart raced—there was no one home except me. Everyone had already left. Even though I was terrified, I knew it was my job to protect the house. I rushed downstairs, but on the way, I tripped over little Johnny’s shoes, the same ones I’d been nagging him to put away for days. After recovering from the tumble and shaking off the pain, I continued my sprint toward the kitchen.

To my surprise, I spotted my favorite toy ball sitting in the hallway. I hadn’t seen it in ages! Of course, I had to stop and play with it for a minute, rolling it around and savoring the moment before carefully putting it aside to play with later. With the ball safely tucked away, I dashed into the kitchen, and there it was—my breakfast! A delicious plate of salmon, eggs, and rice, with a refreshing bowl of water on the side. My tail wagged uncontrollably as I raced to my bowl and gobbled it all up. For a brief moment, I forgot all about that mysterious noise.

But then, the sound echoed through the house again. I padded over to the window to investigate and, to my annoyance, it was just the lawn people. They were messing up my yard, as usual. I barked furiously at them, but instead of being scared, they just laughed at me! Oh, how that got under my fur. I hate it when humans laugh at me! I knew I had to get revenge.

Then I remembered the special door my mom had installed just for me. She told me it was only for emergencies—like when I needed to go out and no one was home to let me out. But this felt like an emergency, right? I reasoned with myself. So, I bolted through the little door, ready to confront the lawn guy.

As soon as I stepped outside, I felt this strange, electric pull calling me—whispering, “Come here.” I barked at the lawn guy to scare him off, but he seemed unfazed. Before I knew it, my curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself wandering toward the source of that mysterious energy. I was so caught up in the excitement that I didn’t even notice the lawn guy on his phone, probably calling my parents.

It wasn’t until I was halfway down the street, heading straight into the fun and frenzy of the neighborhood, that I heard my dad’s voice. He was running after me, calling my name, “Pearl!” Uh-oh. I knew then I was in big trouble. I tried to sneak back home before he could catch me, but my arch-enemy, Goldie—the next-door neighbor’s dog who thinks she’s better than everyone—started barking. She got my dad’s attention with a smirk on her face. I growled at her, ready for a fight, but by the time I turned around, my dad was right in front of me, looking very displeased.

“Hi, Dad,” I barked sheepishly.

“You’re in big trouble, Pearl,” he said, crossing his arms. “We told you not to go outside when we’re not home. Now, I’m taking your door away, and you’ll have to use the potty pad like you did when you were a puppy. And, you’re on punishment—back to your cage!”

I whined in protest. It wasn’t fair! This all started because of the lawn man. I was just trying to protect our home!

[yourlocallyneysimp]

The real test.

Summary: How will they act if they went in a haunted house with you? Would they hide behind you or protect you?

Characters: Hu Tao, Lyney, Lynette, Scaramouche, Albedo, Itto, Venti, Columbina, Mika

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Hu Tao-

If you go to a haunted house with Hu Tao, you're on your own. She would be so excited that she would just run off and leave you behind. While you would scream at every jump scare, on your left, Hu Tao would most likely be laughing at the cheap costumes and having a lot of fun. Would she be a good Haunted House partner? Probably not.

Lyney-

Lyney would protect you from anything so when you asked if he could go in the haunted house with you, he quickly accepted. The whole time though, he had this smug look on his face each time you jumped or had any sort of reaction, you were hiding behind him so you didn't notice that he was amused, but he won't stop teasing you when you both get out. 😒

Lynette-

Lynette would be pretty confused about what all the hype about. She's always heard haunted houses were fun and could get you excited but when she went inside, she was dissapointed to say the least. The entire time, during every jump scare, her expression would stay the same. She's just like," '-'."

Scaramouche-

Scaramouche would act like hes all that before he goes into the haunted house and even laughed at it claiming how stupid it was. Even though you were annoyed by his confidence, you still went in with him. Fast forward to when you are halfway through the house, hes laughing at your shaking form and saying how weak you are. Then unexpectedly, a fake zombie comes from around the corner, and when I tell you that man SCREAMED bloody murder. He was quiet the rest of the way and even had a hand holding onto your shirt. He did not let go.

Albedo-

Albedo would be pretty interested about why humans enjoy these places with fake costumes and cheap jumpscares, but he still wanted to find out. So Albedo offered to come inside with you. He was probably taking notes in his head about every reaction you had while walking in front of you. You hid behind him secretly thanking Albedo for being unfazed for most of the trip. Even though he decided to go in just to observe, he still made sure you were behind him.

Itto-

Itto was super confident about going into the haunted house and even said he could go into the house by himself which impressed his gang. (Except for Shinobu) Shinobu still asked for you to follow him inside because she didn't trust that he could go in there by himself without getting into some sort of trouble. When you catched up to Itto, he was still walking pretty fast ignoring all the cardboard ghosts that would try to go after him. You and him decided to talk for a bit while you tried to ignore the little jumpscares, Itto seemed unbothered until a fake 8 ft. tall ghost camed out of no where and jumped in front of you two. Using his instincts, Itto accidently punched it while screaming. Luckily is was a mannequin so no one got hurt, although looking at Itto's face you knew he was a bit traumatized.

Venti-

When you went into the haunted house with Venti, he was a bit drunk so he was screaming at everything (Even at the chair). This did not comfort you at all since you were uncomfortable yourself, but you were stuck with him. Throughout the whole trip, Venti and you would be screaming together while running around like mad men. I can confidently say that he's not the best haunted house partner, but still makes things lively.

Columbina-

Columbina was for once not busy with fatui work so you dragged her to a festival the city was holding. She was confused on why you would want to go into a haunted house, but she didn't question it. She was just happy that she could spend some time with you, so you both went inside hand in hand. Her expression would be the same, smiling and giggling every time you squeezed her hand, but you did take notice of how Columbina never let go throughout it all. ❤

Mika-

You and Mika would be perfect. You both would be running around screaming together. Even though you both made it out eventually, at least you got through it together 💙(With Mika barley conscious).

[inovantyyy]

beyblade metal fight headcanons i came up with 3 AM

Ryuga is a boomer. I have no logical reasoning for this, he just is. Kenta made fun of him a sum total of one time and he somehow has lived to tell the tale.

Outside of Beyblade, Gingka and Kyoya actually consider each other best friends. They overexaggerate their rivalry because they're both nerds but off the stadium they go to McDonalds and make fun of each other. How else do you explain that secret fist bump when Kyoya went to go fight Ryuga, like,,,,you're telling me they AREN'T friends???

Kenta has subconsciously been influenced by Ryuga's snark. He's mostly the same with his energetic, supportive self but piss him off and you will have a very Ryuga-esque remark about how you're an ugly basement dweller. Gingka is confused, Benkei and Madoka are scared but Kyoya thinks it's absolutely hilarious.

Madoka might not be a blader but she took martial arts as a kid so she could literally just beat the shit out of someone messing with her. Like some Beyblade gang could try and mug her and they'd go "lET iT RIp" and then she just steps on their beys and kicks their asses, unfazed. She could have KILLED Rago but she didn't want to steal Gingka's thunder.

The Legendary Bladers have a group chat after the whole nemesis fiasco to keep in touch (Ryuga lives AU). Dynamis is a boomer, Aguma and Ryuga leave everyone on read (except in Ryuga's case, he's also a boomer and doesn't know how to text so he just doesn't), Kenta's too busy to text bc he's teaching Ryuga how to use a phone, Kyoya's being extra as always and trying to start a fight, Gingka sends outdated 2017 memes, King sends cultured memes, Chris is regretting sharing his number to these dorks, everyone is trying their hardest not to cuss because Tithi is right there and Yuki is just staring at his phone like, "this is fine 😀"

During their travels Kenta couldn't help but ramble about a variety of different things about himself and his life and while he thought he was talking to a wall with how Ryuga was seemingly ignoring him, the dragon emperor listened to every word but would rather choke than admit that to ANYONE. Kenta included.

The Dark Nebula stole Ryuga from his real family before indoctrinating him to be the strongest Blader. Ryuto and Ryuga are unaware of each other's existence.

After the whole Fausttm incident, because Toby kept his white hair Masamune and Zeo made a lot of grandpa jokes at his expense (not to hurt him ofc but to just make Toby feel normal about it and that no one's too uncomfortable to joke about it). Toby takes it in stride and even plays along. ("Oh my god Toby, hurry up old hag!" "How DARE you treat your senior citizens this way? You youngens have it too easy nowadays!")

Kyoya needed glasses this whole time but because his ass is all like "Ugh I dont NEED glasses. My vision is perfect you DICKS." he never got them. Madoka and Gingka noticed one day and took him to an optometrist and beat some sense into him. "how the fuck are you gonna Beyblade if you can't even SEE where Leone is you dumb bitch" so he relents. He tries to ask for contacts but by an unfortunate stroke of bad luck, he's apparently very VERY sensitive to them so glasses are the only option. To look cool he does that thing where he holds them in his mouth but no one buys it and calls him out for being a huge dork.

Kyoya doesn't LIKE kids but unfortunately he is a child magnet. def supported by his "i'm destined to be followed by brats forever" comment. but he does end up warming up to Tithi even after the whole "Yo-Yo" thing. He made a crayon drawing of Kyoya and he pretended to hate it, but actually has it framed.

Reiji quits Beyblade for a bit, realising that he just can't find enjoyment in it without associating victory to his worth, but does end up coming back after Kenta convinces him that it can be fun and there is a lot more to it than just winning.

Nile and Masamune are best friends even more so than Nile and Kyoya idc i said so. I personally believe this because sometimes similar personalities don't necessarily make you closer to another person. Don't get me wrong Kyoya and Nile are still very VERY good friends but if Nile had to choose someone to go like idk ice skating with it'd be Masamune. Nile is calm, cool, collected while Masamune is an extra bitch. They both bring something out of each other that no one else can.

The fortune teller jokes Kyoya makes towards Dynamis never stops and one day this man has enough and is like "You know fucking what let me read your palm" and Kyoya's like "lmfao bet" and Dynamis inspects it thoroughly, he furrows his eyebrows and then looks up with Kyoya with intense seriousness and says, "Your destiny is sealed, my friend. You're going to die a very painful (and embarrassing) death soon." Kyoya, poor guy, stares at him with shock and is all like "STFU URE MESSING WITH ME" Dynamis just shrugs and walks off saying, "Let's just say, look both ways before crossing the road in future." and Kyoya, with the logic that Dynamis has predicted the future before, believes it whole heartedly and is freaking the fuck out. Kyoya now is adamant on always looking both ways before crossing the street now. every time Benkei is like "Bro there aren't any cars we can just go" Kyoya looks at Benkei like he just insulted his grandma and goes "NO. ROAD SAFETY LAWS ARE THERE FOR A REASON. I NOW KNOW THIS."

Mei Mei and Chao Xin are literally dumb and dumber best relationship in this show hands down. Like they're both so STUPID i love them so so so much.

Benkei and Gingka are Swifties. I have no explanation for this. I just know they are.

Aguma is actually a really goofy guy if you're really close to him. Bao just always knew Aguma was just a dork which is why he's never afraid of him.

Gingka gave Kyoya a lion plush as a gag birthday gift but jokes on him bc Kyoya actually loved it LMFAO. Now they have this unspoken tradition of giving each other gag birthday gifts bc these dumbasses just really like messing with each other.

Shoutout to the ten people still in this fandom and enjoy this meal <3

[asvterias]

Can I request a Freya Mikaelson x hybrid!reader(werewolf-witch), where their relationship is new but it's really pure? And then when Freya has decided to bring her home, of course, Klaus is there. He tried to scare off the reader, but it didn't work, because she knows she can protect herself even from him. Thank you!

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ~ 𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Part 2

Warnings: F/F Implied Smut, Implied Threats & Mentions of Death

Pairings: Freya Mikaelson x Girlfriend!Were-Witch Reader

Summary: [Name] and Freya are dating, their relationship are as pure as ever. Freya invites [name] over and Klaus is there unaware of the unknown visitor, he tries to scare [name] off but she is unfazed by this because the witch knows that her girlfriend is capable of handling herself.

Word Count: 1,326

Author’s Note: Sorry this is so short and has barely any dialogue.

Not caring about all of that but Freya did, she didn't want you to get hurt or die because of her background. she would often push herself away from you to keep you out of dangers way but you always keep finding her to comfort her that nothing is going to happen to you. You can protect myself and you are damn sure that you look hot doing so.

Her siblings knew that something was going on between you two but they never questioned about it, more so rebekah and hope. She wasn't out of the closet per say but her family could've sensed it but never pushed her into coming out, they would just act surprise when she eventually comes out to them.

“Welcome to my lovely home, darling.” Freya walked in with you, hand in hand. “My siblings aren't home right now. So, why not make the most of it?” She pulled you in for a kiss by the waist and you gracefully returned the soft kiss. The kiss started to become more heated as your hand started to find their way into freya’s blonde locks, tugging on it softly taking her by surprise. Sticking your tongue in her mouth, letting out a soft moan as she continues to kiss you, stumbling over your own two feet, trying to get to any bedroom in the house.

Freya was making it impossible as she kept touching you everywhere that she could, being impatient she slammed your back into a nearby wall and began to undo all of your buttons on your shirt. All while still making out with you, after undoing all of the buttons, your purple lace bra came into her view. Heaving your chest in and out as you impatiently waited to see what she would to you next. You were vulnerable and freya was ecstatic with that, being able dominate you at times like this.

Moving her mouth down to your neck, she began to suck leaving tiny love bites there soon to reach the valley of your beautiful breasts. You were absolutely ravishing and so delicious, the blonde mikaelson witch could not wait to taste you again. Sucking onto random spots on your neck, letting out soft moans as you grabbed on the back of her head for support, letting your eyes shut every now and then.

“Freya , you're bac—“ A strong british accent interrupted your fun, sensing what he walked into, he paused mid-track. Freya immediately pulled away from you as she tried to fix her frizzled hair. The similar features was vividly strong, so that must have been Klaus.

It couldn't have been Finn because he already likes you nor Elijah because he would have mostly likely excused himself. The blonde mikaelson made eye-contact with you skeptically, his paranoia getting the best of him. he was the original hybrid, Niklaus Mikaelson, the name that many people feared but not you. Keeping your head up high, you greeted the original but he just ignored you. Rude. Just because he's the first of his kind doesn't mean that he could have the decency to be polite.

Freya felt a small smirk creeping onto her lips as she watched interaction between her girlfriend and younger brother. She didn't need to sweep in between you two because she knew that you could handle yourself. She would probably have scolded klaus for trying to scare you or say to him that not everyone is his enemy.

“Klaus, meet my girlfriend. [name].” Freya introduced you to her younger brother. He tensed at his sister's statement and immediately mentally disagreed, you could have been one of his enemies trying to get revenge on him.

Or he could just kill you for trying to loop freya into your pool of lies and making her fall in love with you. If he finds out that was the case, he would have mostly likely strung your body parts all over your parents' house as christmas decorations.

Feeling like a gush of wind had smacked you in the face, klaus was in front of you, his breath so intensely close to yours as you stared intensely back into his wolf like eyes. Watching in amazement when his hybrid eyes started to turn into a mixed green/yellow color, a light growl erupted from his throat as his eyes are now fully yellow, “You need to leave, now! Or this can get really bloody, for you of course.”

Freya let out a small scoff, “Really niklaus. Could yo—“ Klaus held up his hand, interrupting your girlfriend, “Not now, sister. This little witch here needs to know whose in charge.” His eyes gloomed with homdical rage, worrying if you lay a finger on freya or any of his family – even finn. May god help you and your family.

Obviously, he was trying to scare you away from his older sister but it clearly wasn’t working so he had to think of a new plan. He suddenly felt a sharp stinging in his head, he groaned in agony as he held his head, his knees sinking down onto the ground.

Sizzling was also heard from his skin, indicating that his blood is boiling, screams of agony's and endless threats arose from his mouth as he writhed in pain. You were right, freya was wrong to even doubt you. you were protecting yourself and looked goddamn hot while doing so as well.

Letting go of the two spells that you held on klaus, he relaxes into the floor for a few seconds before looking up at you. “It’s nice to meet you too, klaus.”

Klaus smirked looking at you as he arose back onto his legs, you sense that the smirk was nothing horrible doings. You thought that he was truly pissed and would go after your family.

But all of a sudden, his angry demeanor instantly transformed into a light grin, “Keep this one, sister. She’s feisty.” Just like that, whoosh! he was gone and you turned to freya who just looked as shocked as you. Klaus wasn't the one to forgive and forget and would usually kill witches who play with his head.

“Well, darling. Now you've got to meet the rest of my family.” Freya smiled looking at you, returning the soft smile back to the mikaelson witch. Just as what Klaus had said, she was hellbent on keeping you and maybe one day even marrying you.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[happypopcornprincess]

A slow burn where Joaquin Torres and the redder like each other but they keep dancing around it even though everyone else knows and tells them all the time.

@samwilson-mylove honey, I could not thank you enough for this request I have literally worked on this for 3 weeks to make it a cute fluff with a hint of angst that Joaquin and the reader deserves! I tried my best, hope you like it :)

Project Aphrodite

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Avenger!Reader (Romantic)

Yelena x reader, Peter Parker x Reader, Kate x Reader(Platonic)

Premise - When the Avengers get tired of watching you and Joaquin dance around your feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands

Word Count - 5.7K (Approx)

Warnings - brief mention of sex, a shit ton of fluff :)

Note - The whole story is set around somewhere between Thanksgiving and New Year, and I have made it into a Holiday Fic. I am not very known at US festivals and I just wrote whatever I knew from movies and web series. It's an AU so everyone is alive and well.

My Main Masterlist || Requests are open! Keep ‘em coming 😏❤

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Thanksgiving, 25 November

“You’re staring darling.”

“Shut it Parker” you growl.

You were staring. God, how could he be so fucking flawless?

You would expect someone on their third lap around the Avengers compound to be drenched in sweat, breaking breath, looking 2 minutes away from death, but not Joaquin. He was unfazed by it. From the top floor gym, your eyes didn’t leave him every time he appeared in front of the glass-paned gym.

“They’re still dancing around?” a high-pitched voice with a Russian accent came from behind you. Yelena was looking at you and Peter as she stood near the dumbbells, mouth wide open. “Sadly yes” Peter let out a dramatic sigh and looked at you. You rolled your eyes.

From his arrival in the compound, you two clicked right away. You became friends in no time. You were a team on and off the field. You trusted each other to have your back. So much that you could walk into a gunfight blindfolded without a second thought because you know he will have your back. But somewhere between the innocent smiles and hand holdings, you realized you liked him more than a friend.

It was obvious to everyone who looked at you that you liked each other. Despite being an agent of shield and an Avenger, kicking asses on the field, and being accepted in the Avengers after helping them in Sokovia, you were scared to tell him your true feelings towards him. You didn’t know what he felt about you. You didn’t want to lose him; he was a kind person. And he has been a good friend. You don’t want to hurt him. You could never hurt him.

It was a disaster. And you were sure by the side glances you received from your colleagues every time they saw you two together, everyone knew it.

Yelena and Peter stood on either side of you watching him as he wiped his face with the rim of his sleeveless shirt. His toned abs are on full display. Yelena let out a low whistle

"Y/N bag him or I will" Peter replied.

“Hey!” all three of you turned as Kate cried out from the treadmills, “Are you done? Can a girl work out in peace without everyone drooling over that poor guy? Thank you”

“Ignore her she’s just trying to impress Clint Barton,” said Yelena, her gaze never leaving Joaquin.

“I heard that”

“Well running on a treadmill won’t do it. Tell her to go shoot something” Peter followed.

“I heard that too!”

“Okay, I just realized Tony asked me to help him with something so I will leave. Now.” As much as you loved all your friends, it was simply intolerable once they ask you to pick sides after they break out into a brawl over the tiniest arguments. You pick up your bag and exit the gym.

Behind you, Yelena, Peter, and Kate stood in a circle.

“I guess we have to start project Aphrodite right fricking now! I cannot handle one more minute of this… regency romance shit.” Kate whispered.

“Can we call it project Eros instead? He was the god of love after all” Peter says.

“No, it’s too late for that.” Kate stopped, “although, we can call it Project Cupid because…”

“Okay, enough with the Greek Gods references Percy Jackson Fanclub we need to go.” Yelena hissed out.

“You read Percy Jackson?” both of them asked in unison.

“Yeah, all of them. "I am not uncultured, I assassinated people," she said proudly.

Kate remained speechless as Peter announced, "OK, we are getting distracted. Let’s execute stage one tonight.”

“Yeah okay, let’s go!” they high-fived each other and headed outside.

Stage One - The Elevator

Three days after Thanksgiving, 28 November

“Wait!” you say as you near the elevator. Someone pushes their hand out and stops the doors from closing. You run inside and look up at the person to thank them. You meet a pair of lovely brown eyes.

“hey” He smiles

"Hello," you reply as you stand next to him as the elevator starts to move.

“You’re heading to the conference?” he asks.

“Yes. I was halfway through my coffee when I saw the message. I ran right here.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“Same, I just got up.” He laughs with you.

You hear a peculiar sound echo through the metal walls of the elevator, and a few seconds later it stopped.

Eight floors above you, Peter, Kate, and Yelena cheered in his room watching the security footage. “Okay, jam the mobile networks.” Yelena turned to Peter who was already on his laptop typing away. Meanwhile, Kate made sure nobody noticed they were messing with security and bypassed the security footage and elevator status so they appeared to be working. The fake conference e-mail was a stupid idea but somehow it worked!

Which meant, you and Joaquin were stuck in there for as long as they wanted.

“Are you getting any service?” he asks as he walks around the elevator looking through his phone. You took a seat on the floor leaning against the wall, facing the door, and looking at him. You gave up on contacting someone as you saw no service on your phone.

“Joaquin” you call out as he gazes at you with a worried expression. He was tense about the situation.

“Have a seat” you tap the floor next to you. He looks at you and then at the floor and takes a seat, splaying his legs out. He leans against the wall and takes a long exhale.

He sighs. "We're going to be late for the conference.”

“I know.” You look at him to see his eyes closed and his head tilted towards the ceiling.

“Others will know our situation. I believe they are trying to get us out this very moment." You smile sympathetically at him.

“They will probably think I skipped it knowingly.”

“What! No! Why would you think that?”

“I just don’t want Sam to think I'm falling behind. I have to be the highest at everything. He’s Captain America! He is perfect, the leader of our team, and one of the finest people I have ever encountered. What if he thinks I’m not capable of the title of Falcon if I can’t even get to a conference in time?"

You sit up and look at him. You never thought Joaquin might doubt himself. He always carried himself with such confidence and courage, that it was difficult to believe he ever felt low.

“You know, on my first mission with the Avengers, I tried my best to keep my cool but I was terrified.” You closed your eyes as you recalled your first mission. You never talked about this to anyone, and he was the first one to hear this, "I saw all these super people rushing in and out of buildings carrying injured people in carriers and saving them from robots and I felt… small. I was just a girl, fighting alongside Gods and super soldiers with the experience I know I could never gain. But then after the fight, we came back to the compound, and the whole ride back, I realized I have put them on a pedestal all my life. I thought they were invincible, but I saw that they were just like the rest of us. With worries, fears, and memories.”

You continue when he doesn’t say anything, “So stop comparing yourself to them. They have done this for longer than any of us. When they first started, they fought, they got hurt but they always stood together. If that is not human, I don’t know what is. Of course, you will be behind them, maybe for a month or a year, but then you will get better. So, stop trying to be flawless among people who aren't either. Be yourself, and move forward at your own pace.”

Upon gazing at him, you realize that he was already looking at you, stunned. You kept looking at each other for some time

“Thank you. "Y/N, I didn’t know I needed that.” His face relaxes into a gentle smile. You subconsciously copy his. “I never thought you would feel this way. I mean, I have seen trained killers running away looking at you." He lets out a laugh, “Also because you run headfirst into danger any chance you get.”

That caught you off guard and you laughed, throwing your head back, “Yeah, Tony says I got that from Steve.”

You laughed together, the stuck elevator no longer bothering you. And just then, the elevator starts to move. It opens on the designated floor, and Steve is standing there with bed hair. 

“The conference hasn’t started?” Joaquin’s voice breaks you from the utter shock of watching the former Captain America standing in front of you in a sweatshirt. He never wears a sweatshirt.

“What conference?” he asks you.

Stage Two - Movie Night

A random evening, 10 December

“Hey Y/N” Peter called you as you exited the elevator. It was movie night, and you were always early to set up the living area with Natasha and Steve.

“Hey Peter!” you said.

“I need your help actually," Peter said.

“Okay,” you reply, a bit bewildered. Peter never asked for help.

“It’s a school project about a report on the most influential books of the 20th century. Given the fact that you read so many books, you must give me an idea.” He smiled.

“Okay, sure. But…”

“No! Y/N you must give me an idea right now.” He said again.

You squint your eyes at him. Peter never acted like this. “Are you okay?” you ask him.

“No. I mean, yeah, a little tensed. I need to submit it in three days. Ned and MJ have already done it, so yes, he said. You softened a bit. “Okay.” You give him a warm smile and write down some ideas in his notebook.

At the same time, Yelena and Kate stopped Joaquin on the doorsteps of his room and started asking him about his latest mission. “Joaquin, I want to hear everything about it!’ Kate said excitedly as she looked at Yelena for help. “Yeah, yeah! I’m really eager to know about your time there.” She said with a forced smile.

“Guys, I already told you, I didn’t see much. It was an intelligence mission, nothing very exciting.” He spoke.

“But you must have seen something,” Kate said again.

“Okay, let me think. Oh!” he said excitedly.

“What!” they repeated

“I saw the café where they shot some scenes from Ocean’s Eleven."

“I thought there were only five oceans,” Yelena said.

“No, it's a movie,” Kate said.

“let’s watch it tonight! If we got there early, at least Peter won’t put on Star Wars again.”

They looked at each other as to what to do next but in this hesitation, they let Joaquin go. When they realized, he was already in the elevator. Coincidentally, you walked in at the same time. Everyone was already there, and there were only a few seats left. You looked around for the usual binbag you sat on everytime, but it was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Hi Joaquin!” Peter cried out from the couch, crushed between Sam and Bucky.

“What? Looks like there is only one seat left for you two” Yelena said from her place beside Kate and Natasha. They shared a look.

“Yelena, you were…” Joaquin was about to ask how she was here before him but then Tony’s booming voice came through the speakers-

“OKAY EVERYONE TAKE THEIR SEATS AND STAY QUIET I’M STARTING THE MOVIE!”

“Tony! Calm down!” Steve shouted from his seat.

“I AM CALM! I AM STARTING THE MOVIE! BABY FALCON TAKE YOUR SEAT!” he screamed into the wireless mic connected to the surround sound system.

“I regret suggesting the mic system every time for this…” Clint pointed to Tony and sat back with Natasha.

You glanced at Joaquin to see him looking at you.

“After you,” he said.

You sheepishly sat on the love seat trying your best to leave space for him. But it wasn’t enough. He sat really close to you; your sides pressed together. So much that you could feel his body heat. This was the closest you have ever been.

“Here,” he took both of your legs and put them on his. You were practically sitting on his lap, leaning against his body.

“Are you comfortable or…” you stated but he cut you off.

“No, no this is fine.” He smiled at you.

His familiar scent engulfed you. It was a mix of the sandalwood soap you gifted him on thanksgiving, and a scent so like him. His features softened when he caught you looking at him. He smiled and went back to watch the movie, while you reminded yourself to breathe and turned back to the movie.

Peter, Yelena, and Kate shared a silent victory.

Stage Three – The Ball

Stark's Christmas Party, 24 December

As Yelena walked up to the bar, she fiddled with her emerald choker necklace. For the ball, Natasha forced her into a golden dress gown, which she absolutely loathed. It was not her color, and it had no pockets.

Peter looked at her from his seat as she stood near him, “Wow Yelena, you look…”

She didn’t let him finish, “One word about this dress and I’ll hang you on the ceiling” she stared daggers at him.

He was dressed in a blue suit complete with a tie. He was here as a normal intern at stark industries, not as spiderman.

“Ready?” Kate waltzes in between them before Yelena actually hangs him from the ceiling. Yelena looks at her and realizes she was wearing the same dress she wore to her mother’s Christmas ball a year ago. That certainly did not help as memories of their horrid elevator conversation surfaced in her mind.

“Absolutely. Let’s do this.” Peter stands up from his seat and looks at the DJ for the night, none other than his high school frenemy, Flash. He signals him with a thumbs up, and he nods in agreement.

For the third stage, they could not get a better setting to play matchmaker to you both than the Annual Christmas Party of Tony Stark. As Kate once said, what better way to kickstart a romance than a ball?

On the other side of the room, you were standing in a corner drinking champagne. You would enjoy a ball or a party any other day, but your eyes searched for someone who was not present that evening. You looked rather stunning wearing the backless violet dress Kate laid out for you, a bit of smoky eye makeup paired with diamond earrings. You looked like you walked out of a Bond movie. But the friendly compliments and jealous stares all evening meant nothing because you awaited that one person to look at you.

It was crazy. You felt like you were a teenager again, crushing on a guy way above your league. Then watching him helplessly as he dated the popular girls and paid no attention to you. Still, somewhere, a tiny voice in your head said

But he is different.

As you saw guests and colleagues waltz on the dance floor, you couldn’t take it any longer. He wasn’t here of course and looking at the happy couples dancing to the music without any care in this world, you missed him.

But as you turned around to head towards the elevator to your room, you bumped into someone. You stepped back to apologize but one look at his face and the words died on your tongue.

You were certain he stole the outfit from a movie, but you can't quite remember which one, because one glimpse at him and you were lost. He was dressed in a three-piece black and white suit. His hair, which he always combed and kept down, was falling over his forehead in its natural elegant curls.

And his breast pocket contained a pocket square, Violet. He was awestruck looking at you, his jaw slightly open.

“Hi.” He finally says

“Hey Joaquin” you smile at him.

“You look pretty.” He smiles at you.

“You look pretty too,” you say to him.

“Thank you. Didn’t know we would be matching.” He lets out a laugh, glancing at his pocket square. He made a mental note to thank Peter for forcing him to wear the pocket square. What a coincidence!

"Yeah, I see." you laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand.

“You look like Vesper Lynd from Casino Royale", he says.

Your eyes met his and it clicked. James Bond. Of course, he was dressed exactly like James Bond.

“Well, you look like Bond, so I guess we are actually matching.” You shyly confess.

And then the music slowed down and another song started playing ---

“I love this song!” you cry out.

“Really, me too!” he says.

“Wanna dance?” he asks as the opening lines to an infamous One Direction song blasts through the speakers.

 You run to the dance floor and laugh as you see Joaquin walking on the dance floor bopping his head to the music. Peter, Yelena, and Kate join you and you form a circle to dance and sing along with the lyrics. It didn’t take long for others to join and the dance floor soon turned into a rave. Peter absolutely kills his early 2010s dance moves as all of you cheer him on.

When the song ended, it faded into a slow dance number.

Peter quickly turns to Kate and takes her hand. She starts dancing with him as Yelena grabs hold of Steve and they sway to the music. He looked puzzled at first but he would never say no to a girl for a dance.

And that left the two of you. Your heart beats faster as he turns to you and offers his hand. You look at it and then at Joaquin and take his hand. The warmth of his hand is welcoming as he leads you to the center. He places his hand on your bare back and you place yours on his shoulder.

You moved together, his eyes never leaving yours. He swayed you slowly to the music, you followed his lead. At that moment, you felt like nothing else mattered in his arms.

“I was about to leave the party a while ago,” he says halfway through.

“Why?” you ask him.

“I don’t know, just felt really uneasy. Everyone was circling me asking so many questions about the falcon, Sam, and Bucky. So, I was standing in a corner looking at everyone and then, I saw you.”

Your heart pounded as soon as he said that. Suddenly you notice how he feels against your body. You were too engrossed with each other to notice almost all the Avengers looking at you two, sharing knowing looks.

“You looked beautiful; I couldn’t leave without meeting you. And it looked like you were searching for someone.” He gives you a sly smirk. You couldn’t help yourself as heat rise up to your face.

Is there any chance that he actually likes you back?

Lost in his eyes, you did not notice two figures watching you a bit too eagerly from the bar.

"That worked out way better than I thought it would” Kate announces as she brings shots to where Peter and Yelena stood, looking at Joaquin make his way off the floor.

“What do you think he said to her?” Yelena asks as she gulps down the whole drink in one go.

“Well, she left smiling as Christmas came early, so I guess he said something flattering,” Peter says, wincing as the burning tequila makes its way down his throat.

“Wait, how old are you?” Kate asks Peter but is interrupted by Natasha’s silky voice coming from behind her.

“So, what’s the next stage of Project Aphrodite?”

They whipped their heads to her and looked at each other in absolute horror.

“Oh please,” she laughs, “I knew something was off at movie night. You three won’t stop smiling at each other, even when Henry Cavil was on screen”

They groaned in unison. Everyone knew about the ever-present love of the trio for Henry Cavil. Of course, it was Natasha who figured out the whole thing first. It was expected, but they thought they were careful.

“Whatever you’re planning, we want in,” Tony slides in and smacks Peter’s head while taking his glass away, “so you stop making minors drink at my party.”

Peter whispers a quiet “Sorry” that got overshadowed by Bucky, “Yeah, it’s been a while since I played matchmaker.” He arrives with Steve on his heels and Clint and Banner slide in too.

Yelena, Peter, and Kate exchange glances and tell them about the next phase.

Stage Four – The Mistletoe

Christmas Eve, 25 December

Joaquin woke up to the faint sound of Christmas music. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles at the thought of you.

Last night was magical for him. You looked gorgeous in that dress as you danced with him. The way that one curl of your hair fell on your face, how you laughed while dancing to your favorite song. You were known for being the bubbly and lively member of the Avengers, but it was the first time he saw you like that. Blissful.

He gets up throws away the covers and suddenly shivers.

“Friday”, he asks in a sleepy tone, “can you please raise the temperature?" He puts on his sweater.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible Mr. Torres.” The automated voice fills in.

“Why?” he asks, confused.

“The system is rebooting; it will take me an hour to get the compound’s heating system online.”

He stops in his steps. The only person who had authorization for the system reboot was Tony. Why would he do it on Christmas morning?

He didn’t think much about it as he got fresh and walked to the common room/kitchen. The only place that had a heating system of its own, separate from the rest of the compound. As he neared, he could hear the Avengers cheering from the kitchen, and when he reached the threshold, he knew why it was so.

There was a huge bush of mistletoe hanging on the archway leading to the common room, and Sam and Bucky were standing under it.

Looking at both of their disgusted faces, he bursts out laughing. Bucky shoots him a death glare and he shuts up.

“I did not sign up for this, this was supposed to be fun! We were- CLINT FOR GOD’S SAKE PUT THE CAMERA DOWN!”

“It’s a smartphone, grandpa!” His voice came from somewhere behind Natasha.

“What the hell man? Just kiss me and get done with it! You’re making this awkward.” Sam shouted.

Bucky looked up at the ceiling begging for tolerance. He looked at Sam and left a peck on his cheek. Everyone groaned in frustration. “Boo!” Tony screamed as he threw popcorn at Bucky and Sam as they walked into the room.

He was so absorbed in their drama that he failed to notice the figure standing beside him as he walked into the room.

“Stop!” Peter screamed and shot up from his seat. He stops and instinctively looks to his side, and freezes.

It was you.

In your oversized hoodie and unkempt hair, it seemed like you just woke up and walked into the kitchen. You looked rather cute like that. But looking at him, your eyes widened and any remnants of sleep left your body.

You were standing in the doorway, under the mistletoe.

“Guys…” you turned first, raising your hands as to negotiate, but they had already started chanting; “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You looked at him as his face was frozen in horror. You wanted to say something but you could barely gather your thoughts as the voices around you overwhelmed you.

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He said loud enough for you to hear, but low enough so the others won’t.

“Do you want to do it?” you ask him. And you saw him blushing hard.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

He said nothing as he leaned forward. You could swear time was moving painfully slow but you met his lips eventually. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips and retreated. You didn’t even have the chance to feel all the emotions flowing through you when you saw everyone cheer! You look at him and he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and walked away. His hurried steps led him outside.

The laughter died down after the others noticed what happened. Tony looked back and forth between him and you while Kate, Yelena, and Peter looked sympathetically at you. Your heart broke. Your anger grew.

You paid no heed to what everyone around you was saying and followed him. When Peter tried to follow, Yelena grabbed his hand. “We did what we could. Now it’s up to them”. He looked at Kate and saw her nodding too. He stayed back.

You stepped outside to see everything was covered in a light fall of snow, like a white blanket. And your hoodie and pajamas did nothing to protect you from the harsh winter air. You looked around trying to see where he went, and it suddenly hit you.

Of course, he went there.

---/---/---

One year ago

It was a quiet evening, the sun setting over the New York horizon, the water of the lake calm and still. You were sitting under a tree near the compound's lake reading your book. It had been a grueling week. After three consecutive missions offshore, you were finally back at the compound. You wanted to do nothing but sit and read quietly.

You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you, but from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure standing some few feet away from you, looking at the Lake. You close your book and look at him. He was wearing a black bomber jacket over jeans. His face was turned away from you, and he didn’t look familiar.

He turned towards you, smiled, and said “Hi.”

You waved at him with a smile and then his face changed into one of surprise.

“You’re Y/N, right?” he asked, “I, uh, I saw you on TV” he rubbed the back of his head which you would later realize was a nervous tactic of him.

That made you laugh. He started walking towards you and you got up from your seat. He stands a few feet away from you and up close you could see he was a handsome man. His clothes might have been basic but they were clean and proper, his stance straight.

Military

You could tell his hair was growing out beyond the frame of his usual hairstyle, and his smile, goddamn, was calming. His gaze turned to the book you were holding. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, it’s just Sam told me to wait here and I thought nobody was here.”

“It’s alright. You know Sam?”

“Yeah, I am supposed to officially meet everyone tomorrow but he bought me here today to give a tour.”

And you remembered Steve talking about a new recruit during the missions, how Sam gave him the mantle of Falcon now that he is Captain America.

“You’re the new recruit.” You said with a sly smile, holding your book close to your chest. He gave you a lopsided grin,

“Yes ma’am.”

“Please, It’s just Y/N”

“Okay Y/N, I’m Joaquin. Nice to meet you.” And you shake hands.

“Well Y/N, I hope you help me out when I get here.” He speaks

“Of course, I will.” You said as Sam arrived. He took Joaquin with him, and while walking back, he turned and waved at you.

From time to time, you would find yourself in the same place with him. After a long mission or a bad day, or when you just wanted to get out, you would sit there and he would join you after a while.

 You never told anyone this and neither did he. It was your escape, away from everyone.

---/---/---

You see him standing at the exact place where you met him for the first time a year ago. Instead of the warm and welcoming summer evening, it was a cold winter morning. He was overlooking the partially frozen lake of the compound. You approached him, the wind blowing behind you penetrating the thin layer of your hoodie and invading your skin, making you shiver. He looked back at you and let out a frustrated sigh.

“What are you doing here Y/N?”

“What are you doing here? You just ran out of there without a word!” you scream out.

“What was I supposed to say after that?" He pointed towards the compound, “Please just, let me gather my thoughts.”

“Gather your thoughts? You left me standing in front of everyone after you kissed me.”

“I just wanted to get out.”

“Oh, was it that terrible? That you ran out!” you scream in frustration, hot tears brimming in your eyes.

His gaze softened when he realized how he had hurt you unknowingly.

“I looked like a complete idiot. Everyone was looking at me and… and you just left me there!”

He stepped towards you with quick steps through the snow and cupped your face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t realize how much I hurt you I never meant to do so I’m sorry.”

Tears kept falling as you stood there unmoving, his hands too warm to move away from, you leaned into his touch.

“I just got nervous. I’m sorry Y/N”

“It’s alright.” You say honestly, looking at him. You move closer and wrap your arms around him, engulfed in his warmth. He hugged you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Just don’t ever run away leaving me with Tony staring at me like mannequins.” His chest rumbled with laughter as he said, “Okay. I promise I won’t leave you.”

You look up to see him looking at you.

“Ever.” He said before leaning in slowly towards your lips. You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him. His lips were cold, but they were so soft. Unlike the previous one, this one was better. He placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer. You dared and placed your hands on his shoulder, pushing him towards you. When you both retreated, you were breathless.

“I like you a lot.” You blurt out before you could stop yourself. He raised his eyebrows and let out a laugh. “I like you too. His puffy lips turned into a smirk, and you both giggled. You visibly shiver as cold air blows on your back. He looks at you and realizes you are just in your hoodie and sweatpants.

"Y/N! It's 35 degrees where's your coat!"

"I... I was finding you." your teeth clatter as you speak, realizing how cold it was once your anger died down. He zips down his jacket and wraps you under it, sharing his jacket with you. You hug his torso and lean onto his side.

"Let's go inside, get you warm." He places a kiss on your forehead and you walk inside, never once leaving his side.

---/---/---

Bonus Scene

New Year's Eve, 1 January

“Okay. Tell me when you both realized that you were it!” Carol sat in front of you both after the New Year’s Dinner at the compound. Following a heavy dinner, everyone sat down together in the common room with blankets spread on the floor and the sofas. Everyone was present with their families, even Carol showed up from some galaxy she told us was 30 light-years away from ours.

You looked at Joaquin while sitting on his lap at the same time he looked at you, and smiled, “I don’t know, it’s just one day I realized maybe I cared about him a bit more than friends should.”

He laughed and hugged your waist, “well it was on the elevator for me. She told me something that I needed to hear for a long time. I realized what my true feelings were towards her.” You shared warm smiles reminiscing that day.

“Whoa, elevator? When did this happen?” Carol asked in a teasing tone.

“Right after Thanksgiving, we were stuck in an elevator for almost 30 minutes.”

“wait,” Laura, the former Mockingbird, and Clint’s wife, added, “And nobody overruled the system to get you out.”

Clint and Tony shared a look that made them realize they had messed up.

“Uh Y/N…” Clint began but then Joaquin spoke up, “No. And when we reached the floor we saw Steve. He said there was no conference. But we got e-mails. Both of us.”

“What?” Laura was about to say something when Clin caught her hand and gestured for her to stop talking.

“That’s weird,” Carol said quietly.

“C’mon guys you are overthinking this!” Sam tried to cheer you up but you suddenly brainstormed while turning to Joaquin, “Why were you wearing the purple square at the Christmas ball? The same shade as mine?”

He looked confused for a minute before he answered, “I was going for a white one, matching my shirt but Peter told me to wear the square.”

“Kate bought the violet dress for me; I was planning to wear something else.” You reply automatically, the gears in your head turning.

“The Movie Night. When we sat together, my binbag was missing. That’s why we had to sit together.”

“And we were the last to arrive although…”

You both slowly turned to Peter, Yelena, and Kate sitting together not far from you, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Peter was with me.”

“Kate and Yelena were with me.” You both speak at the same time.

Peter saw the exact moment when it dawned on your face, which pretty soon turned into a scowl.

“Did you set us up?” You could feel Joaquin standing up behind you as you said that.

“Okay guys it backfired, RUN!” Kate whispered and the trio was on their feet in record time.

You ran behind them, Joaquin on your toes while your fighting instincts kicked in. The Avengers could do nothing but watch as the almost comical chase broke out in front of them.

You cornered Peter around a table while Joaquin grabbed Kate's arms. He held her tight as she tried to wiggle away.

“We were sick and tired of watching you drool over each other, okay! You were not doing anything so we had to step in!” Peter screamed.

“And judging by the noises I heard last night coming from your room, you sounded really happy,” Yelena shouted standing on the open kitchen’s tabletop. You and Joaquin looked at her, shooting daggers from your eyes but she continued, “I share a wall with you Y/N.” and smirked.

You let out a scream and lunged at Peter, who shot webs on the ceiling and swung towards Yelena. Kate managed to get away from Joaquin, and the cat chase continued.

"Should we stop them?" Bruce asked everyone.

"Nah, I want to see how this turns out," Carol announced with a sly smirk.

---/---/---

Movies Referenced - Immortals (Henry Cavil), Casino Royale(Y/N and Joaquin's dresses for the evening are directly inspired by the pool table scene with Vesper and Bond)

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