#hes just swaying a little and.... maybe speaking a little slowly.... and may be a little uncoordinated..... and--

[bcneheaded]

"Artemis, are you...drunk?"

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . (with @winterfollows !)

"Can you imagine what it would be like to feel the need to yawn... but not have the means to do so?" he mumbles deeply, not yet registering what Haleir has asked. Even quieter, he adds "truly... of all the things hell should take of me...." he trails off a little bitterly, not at all recognizing the humor in the remark. All the while, a splayed hand atop the counter nearest him pushes his weight from it, and he takes a few languid, though careful steps toward the back room-- not thinking to mind whether Hal should follow him or not.

Had he been in his right mind-- which he was not-- he would indeed have offered to hold the door for his guest, or even verbally invited him in as a good host does. A part of him he supposed, simply assumed the offer itself was assumed (or... something.. if it had even been thought of at all), given that the demon continued to talk even once he was in the other room.

The heavy thud of a tome being tossed to the floor can be heard from the other room-- before he rather unceremoniously plops himself into his armchair. Legs splayed, neck bowed just so, half-steepled fingers resting upon his lower belly-- he was surely a sore sight indeed, a far cry from the usual grace in which he normally holds himself. He peers up at his dear friend who-- he was.... ah... when had he gotten here anyway? Blast it all.... He can hardly THINK... The entity lets out an audible groan, a finger and thumb coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Of a night of apparent impossibilities..." he finally thinks to respond, ".... It would... certainly appear so, wouldn't it?" hands fall into a open palmed splay, "A spell, it seems. Not of my own... I know the little cretin who did it, too... If only I'd noticed he'd cast it sooner-- I'd not be such a sight right now. I was hoping it would simply run it's course, but it seems..." yellow eyes slowly blink in and out of existence. "... that it's simply getting worse."

[heich0e]

you wake when you hear rustling.

it’s not that the noise is particularly loud, or even disturbing, it just so happens that it’s the thing that rouses you from your slumber.

“tobio?” you speak his name before your eyes are even open, calling out for him before you’re fully conscious. searching for him before you've properly greeted the day.

the rustling stops.

as the morning comes into focus, your gaze finds him standing at the other side of the bed, pulling on his running shorts with a pinched look on his face.

“i was trying to be quiet,” he murmurs softly, as though he’s disappointed. like he somehow failed.

“you were being quiet,” you placate him with a hum, stretching out in bed underneath the covers. your muscles twinge in a pleasant way. your body tender and tired from the night before. there’s a mark at the base of tobio’s throat which the collar of his navy blue hoodie doesn’t quite cover—a reminder on his body of just what had kept the two of you up so late the night before and left you so achy. you blink slowly as you watch him tie a double knot in the drawstring of his shorts. “what are you doing?”

his blue eyes peek over to you. “going for a run.”

you blink again, but this time it’s a bit more incredulous.

“what time is it?” 

“6:07,” tobio reads from the smartwatch on his wrist once he frees it from the cover of his sleeve.

“six am?” you repeat bewilderedly. “tobio, come back to bed. we only went to sleep a few hours ago.”

you push yourself up in bed and wince at the unexpected protest of your body. tobio is quickly dipping near, moving as you move, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you from rising any higher from where you lay. “don’t do that, it’s too early.”

“it is too early,” you agree pointedly, emphasizing his own argument. “so come back to bed.”

“i have to go for my run,” he replies, a pinch of confusion settling upon his brow.

you huff indignantly. “tobio, i promise you got more than enough activity in last night.”

he purses his lips, but doesn’t otherwise seem swayed by your words. 

“well, if you insist on getting up then i’m getting up too,” you say when he doesn’t reply to your remark. 

“but you need to sleep,” tobio objects, his hand still gently keeping you down even as you press against it.

“if i need to sleep, then so do you,” you counter his point, reaching up to twist your fingers in the material of his sleeve.

“i have much better stamina than you do,” tobio reminds you. not in an unkind way—tobio has never said anything to you unkindly, even though his words may occasionally seem callous. it’s just the way he is. “i’m an olympic athlete.”

as though you could have possibly forgotten.

you roll your eyes and tug his sleeve. “i’m well aware of that, tobio. and i promise you that your fitness will not suffer from taking a single morning to sleep in with your girlfriend. come back to bed.”

tobio hesitates. 

because that’s another thing about tobio: he’s never unkind, and he never denies you anything.

“but i have to—“

“you can go for a run later,” you assure him, tilting your head to the side to rest your cheek against the hand he has on your shoulder as you bat your eyelashes at him. “come back to bed.”

“but i need cardio before—“ 

using your grip on his sleeve, you pull him further into bed until he’s kneeling upon it with both knees, holding himself up over you. he's stronger than you are, and bigger, but he moves willingly. he lets you pull him closer with no resistance or complaint. there’s a pretty pink blush that sits high on his cheeks as he stares down at you from this position, his eyes fixed intently to your face. you watch as they dip slightly to your lips when they curl in a smug little smirk.

“i may not be an olympic athlete, but if you insist on needing cardio, then maybe i can help with that.”

[juletheghoul]

regrets

a/n: I cannot seem to stop myself from taking these amazing requests and going on a rampage because Marcus Acacius is my literal muse at this point. I bought my tickets for the movie and I am not going to know how to fucking act in that theatre. I sort of ran with this request, and inevitably it turned into feelings! This un-beta'd, barely edited request. All mistakes and errors are mine! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! (this is before the last chapter)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, talk of war, Marcus is a soft boi at heart and he has some regrets about being a hoe in his younger days, *feelings*, also he takes a lil tumble but he's fine! Marcus gets wine-drunk, but he's still in control of his faculties, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.2k (😅)

reblogs are appreciated

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His face lit up, brighter and happier than you’d seen him, maybe ever. 

You smile to yourself from your place behind him, basking in the warmth of his mirth. The visitor had come unannounced but more welcome than any before him. An old, dear friend from his days as a mere footsoldier in the Roman army. Marcus opened his arms to the man, ushering him into his home with an almost uncharacteristic warmth–to anyone who didn’t truly know him. 

“Gods, but it has been years has it not Marcus? Since our days on the march?” The man asks him, a tired sigh on his breath. 

“Indeed it has. An age, we were mere boys then.” Marcus drains his wine and holds the cup out, you are already there, pouring just as it reaches you.

“Troublesome boys, wicked things were we not? We seemed to attract all kinds of mischief.” The man laughs, and Marcus joins, although his laughter is laced with a groan, peppered with shame. 

“Do not remind me, we were terrors.” Marcus hides his face behind his cup, drinking with his eyes downcast and it’s that aversion that piques your interest. Visions of a younger, wilder Marcus fill your mind's eye, what had he done? The man laughs, and you keep your vigil behind your Dominus. 

“I hold the memories dear, even the unsavoury ones.” The man raises his cup, and Marcus bows his head, agreeing. “Wish I had kept the looks of my youth as you have old friend.” They laugh together, clinking their cups and remembering things they do not say out loud. 

The night wears on, and they drink until the hour grows late. When they begin to yawn, Marcus insists the man stays.

“Girl, see to the preparations of a room and then come tend to me.” He speaks slowly, carefully.

“Yes Dominus.” You smile, despite yourself.

-

When you walk into his room, he sits on his bed, staring at nothing.

“Dominus, are you well?” His eyes lock on you, he sways a little, only a little.

“Too much wine, I will feel this in the morning.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face as you approach. “I should have known.” There is no anger in him, only a resigned acceptance. 

“If I may be so bold Dominus, it seemed you were enjoying yourself.” You bring the basin over and dip a fresh piece of linen, his eyes track your movements.

“I saw a happiness in you that I have not seen before, I would see it more often if I had any say.” He tilts his face up to yours, and you cleanse it softly, smiling at the way his eyes close.

“Would you now, Girl, do you think me unhappy?” His voice is soft, but gravelly. It awakens the parts of your body that always awaken for him. It worsens when his hands land on your hips, pulling you to stand between his spread legs.

“No Dominus, well, at times yes. Not unhappy per say, but not the way I saw you tonight.”

“I am happy, Girl. I am happier than I have been in ages.” His hands rub at your hips, sliding down to grab at your ass. 

“It fills my heart with joy to hear that.” You run your fingers through his hair, admiring the flush in his cheeks, the sparkle of candlelight in his eyes. 

“And you? Are you happy, Girl?” He holds onto you, eyes locking onto yours and it feels bigger than it should, the question on his tongue.

“Yes Dominus, I am.”  A long, pregnant moment passes and the tension rises, swelling bigger and bigger. Your heart races and then he rises, or, he tries to.

Water from the basin had splashed onto the floor, and he slips. His eyes widen with shock as he lands on his backside on the floor at your feet. 

He sits in shock, his tunic pooling high on his thighs and it’s almost like someone else’s voice comes out of your mouth, a sharp bark of laughter comes out before you clap your hands to your mouth. 

He stares up at you, the shock of the fall, the shock of your laughter, the wine, the moment—he laughs; you both laugh. Deep, loud belly laughs fill the room until tears fall from your eyes, until he holds his stomach. Any fear, any tension is gone with the crinkle of his eyes and the rare glimpse of his dimple.

“Oh Gods, I am of a form.” He gets it out eventually, smiling wide from his place on the floor. 

“Apologies Dominus—“ the ache in your belly is so great you hold onto his bed. He waves away your apology, and carefully rises. “I did not mean to laugh—“

“Peace girl, it was something to laugh at.” He stands, careful of the offending spill and removes his tunic. “The sound of your laughter is welcome, always. I do not think you cruel.” 

You don’t know how to respond, the wine has brought down his guard and made him something open, something honest and human–nothing like he is when he is too long away from the battlefield, nothing like he is when his station in this life pulls at him. 

“I have not seen my friend in many years, it was nice to speak to him, to bask in the memories of my younger days. Even the ones I’d rather forget.” You let him speak, the novelty of his reminiscing making you smile as you prepare his bed for sleep. 

“It was worth the price I will pay in the morning.” You bite your lip, the questions–the curiosity eat away at you as you move around the room, blowing out a few of the candles. 

“I can see the turmoil, Girl, ask and I will alleviate.” He smiles, sitting on his bed. 

“Apologies Dominus, I wish to know what mischief you sought out, or rather, sought you out? I cannot picture you a terror.” You take the basin away and he lets out a huff of laughter. 

“Do not lie to me, Girl. You have seen my dark moods, I am a terror often.” He waves away the expression of shock, “You know my meaning. In truth I can be brutal, I know this, but it is in battle. In my younger days, on the march I was unruly. I found it hard to follow commands, so sure of myself–to my detriment–that I knew better, that I was wiser than those above my station. I paid for it and learned, grew wise but in those early days, we were rebellious.” He smiles, fondness and the ghosts of his past fresh in his mind. 

You finish your duties as he speaks but are loathe to leave him, so you come closer, feigning at straightening out his sheets and fussing at his bed as he speaks. 

“I was also cruel.” The smile morphs then, into something ashamed.

“Cruel? I do not believe it Dominus–” He raises a hand and your speech dies.

“I was, Girl. Exceedingly cruel, to women. I broke many a heart, took the virginity offered without a care and left them without so much as a word.” He shuts his eyes tight then and the playful, cheerful mood is lost. “I was not concerned with their feelings, I cared not about their honour, I simply took, and left like the thief I was.” He stares at his hands and although it was true, it had been cruel of him, it was the way most soldiers were. No right, no wrong, just the way of this world. 

“Do you regret it, Dominus?” You stand before him again, the same tableau as before.

“Yes, I do, Girl. I regret the hurt I caused, the selfishness of youth.” 

“That is enough then, I think. That you feel it this deeply, that you would change it if you could, that is enough. You need torture yourself no more, Dominus.” Your palm cups his face and he leans into it with a pained expression for a moment before his arms wrap around your waist. His face nuzzles against the valley between your breasts and you feel the way he breathes in your scent. 

“Stay with me.” He pulls at your tunic, lifting it up and off in one swift motion before pressing kisses to your skin. There is a desire shining in his eyes. For your body, yes, but there are memories he is rewriting with you now, something kinder, something infused with more want, with love—the thought pops up and you brush it away.

“Do you not desire sleep Dominus? You had said the wine–oh–” His mouth takes your nipple in a steady suck, pulling a soft moan from your lips, and any and all concerns about his state out of your head. 

He pulls away, flattening his tongue against the bud before moving to the next. 

“No amount of wine could dampen my desire for you, Girl. Shall I stop?” He watches you, eyes locked as he takes the other nipple in his mouth and you shake your head no. His teeth bite, the little shock of pain heightens the pleasure and your fingers grip his hair harder than you mean to but it only makes him moan into your skin as he soothes with his tongue. 

Slick pools at the mouth of your cunt, the desire for him so great it makes you ache. A sharp, hollow pain, like hunger pangs for his gift, for his body, for his love something whispers again, and again you ignore it.

“God’s Girl, you bring out a madness in me–” He pulls you down, his kiss so feral it almost hurts. Teeth clicking while you taste his wine-drenched tongue. You move to straddle him but you barely manage to sit before you find yourself on your back in the bed you’d just prepared. 

His kiss is all-consuming, it is contagious–it pulls you into the depths of his madness. When he pulls away, you’re almost disoriented. 

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, Girl, let me see what’s mine.” You bite your lip, skin on fire as you obey. He kneels between your spread legs, hand slipping down to palm himself as he watches you slip your hand down towards the silky hair at the juncture of your thighs. “Spread it open, I would see how wet you are.” he strokes himself slowly, eyes glazed as you follow his instructions, spreading yourself wide for his gaze. 

It feels depraved in the best way, to have him watch you while he pleasures himself. There is a power flowing through your veins, something sweet and wicked and a boldness grabs hold of you. You dip your fingers low to spread the arousal onto your fingers, scoop some of it up to swirl against your clit. 

“This is what I do when you do not call for me, Dominus. I touch myself like this, and think of you.” His hand lands on your knee, holding your leg up as he moans, wantonly at your admission. 

“What do you think of Girl? Tell me–” He squeezes at his cock, brow furrowed while his eyes rake over you. 

“I think of you taking me Dominus, I think of how good you feel, how big you are, how I can feel you for days, how I want nothing more than for you to come into my chamber and make me yours.” Your fingers speed up, the pleasure heightened by the depravity of it. 

“Do you flutter at the thought of me giving you this?” He presses the tip of himself to your entrance, not pushing inside but letting you feel him there. 

“Yes–” It’s a pained moan. The blunt tip of him spreads you just enough to tease, it’s an exquisite torture, one that could make you cry with arousal. 

“Tell me you want it, tell me you’ll die without it, tell me you want me, Girl.” He leans forward a little, enough to make you chase the relief of him but his grip at your knee moves down to your hip, holding you there. Your fingers almost lose their rhythm. You let out a pitiful whine. 

“Tell me, and I’ll give it to you, tell me you want me, tell me–” He begs now, and you nod frantically. 

“I need you Dominus, I need you, I will die without you, I beg of you, give me the relief of your body.” Your tone is high, something frantic, something pathetic, something desperate but it soothes something in him. 

It’s a tidal wave when he shoves himself inside to the hilt. The climax spreads through every vein, through your fingers and toes through his steady strokes. He falls to cover your body with his, his tongue licking into your mouth, every nerve alight as he moans into your mouth, his cock spilling his own passion deep into your womb within a few seconds.

“God’s above, I, that was–” He breathes hard against your mouth, his eyes darting about your face as you both pulse in and around one another, “I–” He seems a little lost for words. The euphoria is still bright in your body, and so you save him from himself. You pull him down for a kiss, soft and languid as you run your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. 

“Shall I return to my chambers Dominus? Or shall I stay?” You push his hair back. The wine has made him forget himself, has made him forget that you are just his Girl, you have to remind him.

For the sake of your poor heart on the morrow.

“Stay.” You nod. 

–

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[doitforbangchan]

honeyy, as you can see... i'm missing my people so much 😭 can we get jinnie - getting rid of the boys - and sneaking into omega's room to spend the night with her when channie's away, please? 🥹❤️

heheheh i love this idea it is very cute 😍thanx bb i hope you like it

ABANB Drabble 02

"This is a long grocery list, Hyune. Are you sure you need all of it?" Felix asked, looking at the texted list that Hyunjin had sent him.

*cough* " Yeah, m' sure. I need everything on that list to feel better." Hyunjin faked another cough, thankful that he was only speaking on the phone or else Felix would have seen the sly grin on the other betas face.

Everyone was out of the house right now. Felix, Jisung and Minho were out shopping, Changbin and Jeongin were at the gym,  Seungmin had gone to visit his family for the weekend and Chan had left this morning for a client meeting. That only left Hyunjin alone… With you. A rare moment he would not pass up on. Hyunjin had not had any time with his omega in what felt like centuries ( about 4 days) and he was beginning to go crazy. 

You were just getting over a cold, having spent too much time dancing in the rain with Jisung a few days prior. Jisung hadn’t gotten sick somehow but you weren’t so lucky. You were feeling much better now but still not one hundred percent so you (more like Minho) thought it better to rest a little more. Your cold gave Hyunjin the perfect cover- ‘somehow’ you had given him your illness so he just had to stay home today while everyone else ran errands. 

He added for good measure, “Plus, Baby would benefit from a lot of that stuff too.” 

That seemed to do it as he heard Felix hum in agreement. “I suppose so. Alright then we will grab it while we’re out, but we may be gone a little longer than usual. Are you gonna be ok taking care of yourself for a while?” 

*cough* “I think so.” He hid his snicker behind the cough. 

The phone was snatched out of Felix’s hand, a loud ‘HEY’ being heard then Minho’s voice rang through the phone. “Do not go bothering Baby while we’re out. She needs to recover and get her rest, and she can’t do that if you’re up her ass the whole time.” 

‘Oh if only you knew just how up her ass I can be, Minho’ Hyunjin thought snarkily. “I won’t. I Promise.” 

Minho scoffed and Hyunjin could imagine how the elder beta was rolling his eyes, “ Yeah right. Get some rest, Hyune.” 

Min had ended the call before he could respond, the line cutting with a quiet beep. Hyunjin pocketed his phone and stood from his place on the couch. The beta listened for any sign of life but heard nothing except the muffled voices coming from the tv in your nesting room where you were resting. He was giddy as he ascended the steps to the second floor, a fluttering in his stomach that he never grows old of was making him jittery and he couldn't fight the smile that lingered on his lips. 

Hyunjin approached your door and gave a tentative knock on the wood. He heard the tv pause and a light shuffle, then a quiet “Come in.” Your voice was still slightly scratchy. 

The beta slowly cracked the door open and peeping his head inside, his long hair swaying with the movement brought a little crackly giggle out of you. “Hi beautiful, how are you feelin’? He asked, taking in how cute you looked snuggled up in your nest.  

“Hi Jinnie. M’ feeling ok, still a little under but definitely better.” You replied, “What about you? Did I get you sick too?” 

He shrugged, “Ah a little, no big deal.” He faked another cough, turning away for a second. Hyunjin needed a way in and playing with your nurturing instincts was the way to go. You seldom let the boys enter your nest, only when you deemed it necessary. 

“Oh Jinnie I’m sorry! How about you come cuddle with me, maybe the body heat will help with your fever!” Bingo. 

*cough cough* “I can’t just invade your nest like that Baby. I’ll be ok.” *Sniffle* 

“Nonsense. You get your skinny little butt in here Hyunjin.” You waved him in with a stern look on your face. 

“Well, if you insist.” He wasted no time before shuffling over to you and flinging himself into your nest next to you. He cuddled up close when you wrapped your arms around him. 

You placed your lips softly upon his forehead, feeling a light fever in the warmness of his skin. “Hm you are warm. Lay down. I have some tea on the bedside- you should drink some, it will help your throat.” He wanted to swoon, even when you yourself were feeling bad you still took care of him in his ‘time of need’. You weren’t lying when you said you felt a fever on his skin though. 

“You’re the best, Baby. What are we watchin?” 

“Greys anatomy.” You picked up the remote and resumed the program. 

“Again? Haven’t you seen every episode like.. Four times?” 

“Shhhhhh” You hushed him, “This is a good part, their plane is about to crash.” 

You both settled in together, cuddled up watching the drama series with drooping eyes. That is where the other members of the pack found you later; both asleep wrapped around each other. Minho grumbled about Hyunjin being a liar and Felix giggled and took pictures to print out later. 

Hyunjin woke up a few hours later with a scratchy throat and a very real congestion in his nose.

Worth it.

©doitforbangchan

@jehhskz

[enchantedlov3r]

Dom!Ellie x KittyReader? I think this song fits more into Ellie's pov especially when she's making sure to put in KittyReader's brain just how much of a tease she is.

I would love to execute this and go overboard if that's ok? thanks! mwah!

Can be found in masterlist as: more than a fucking friend

ellie was so overprotective of you. constantly wanting to be with you and make sure your safe.

not exactly control you, ellie never wanted that, more so she wanted you just all to herself.

you can freely be you because that's what she wants. is for you to be comfortable and be free to be whoever you are.

but she knew that if she confessed her feelings to you, she would be friendzoned.

yea sure you kissed her on the cheek a lot, and slapped her ass or hugged her behind her waist, it doesn't mean that you are in love with her.

your just gonna say you wanna be friends. and that's what hurt ellie, she didn't wanna hear you say those words to her.

so she kept being that friend that was secretly in love with her best friend.

until one night completely changed her mind.

it was an event at the grand hall in jackson. loads of people were there to party, drink, dance, and mingle.

ellie stood back and kept watch of you while also talking to jesse.

"i always hated these things." Jesse said. ellie snorted and sipped on her drink. "yea, tell me about it." she says.

she puts her drink down and watches you dancing from afar with dina. she bites her lip looking at you sway your hips.

"someone's hungry." jesse says with a smirk as he nudges ellie with his shoulder.

"huh? what oh uhm n-no, totally not pshh, nah i'm not like hun-" she stutters before getting cut off by jesse.

"she's a beautiful girl ellie, if you want her, go after her. I know the look of love and craving when I see it. that was me with dina." he says before his smile slightly fades

"thanks. hey cheer up. I give it a week before she's running back to you, trust me. Me and y/n have been trying to get you guys together for the longest." she says to try and cheer jesse up.

"really? thanks ellie!" jesse says taking a sip of his drink. ellie smiles at him before answering. "no problem."

"speaking of the angels, here they both come now." jesse whisperes to ellie.

ellie and jesse both sit up straighter now as you both smile at them.

"ellie, may I have this dance?" you say holding out your hand to ellie. she takes it and smiles.

"Certainly I didn't forget your dance partner, dina. Dance with jesse dina! have fun you two!" you say smiling behind your shoulder.

"your so obvious." ellie says with a chuckle. her face warm with a pink blush as you drag her to the dance floor.

"what, they need to act like adults! were not kids anymore." you say as you wrap ellies arms around your waist.

you rest your arms around her neck and smile. "I have one teeny tiny question." you say to her.

'oh no, what could it be' ellie thinks. "ok, what it is it?" ellie asks.

"How bad do I smell?" you say giggling at her reaction. she sniffs you and makes a face. you laugh and hit her shoulder.

"Like a big pile of trash." ellie responds with a smile. you laugh and hit her softly again.

"Oh really? well how's this?" you say as you rub your face on hers and run your hands down her neck.

ellie smirks at that and scoffs. "ewwww! that's just gross." she says.

"oh well, to bad ellie." you say to her as you nestle your face into her neck.

"uhm, every guy in this room is staring at you right now." ellie says her eyes scanning the room.

"maybe there staring at you." you whisper in her ear. she shakes her head lightly. "nope, definitely you."

"well maybe they're just jealous of you." you whisper in her ear again. you smile before snuggling into her neck again.

"I'm just a girl, not a threat." ellie says as she holds you a little tighter. you look at her and move a piece of hair from out of her face.

"oh els, I think they should be terrified of you..." you say seductively before slowly gazing down to her lips.

she looks at your lips as well and you lean in and kiss her.

'woah, what the fuck is happening right now.' ellie thought that night.

you actually fucking kissed her. she was blown away. but obviously not all fairytale scenes have happy endings.

"Hey" a guy says.

he looks at you both with utter anger, hate and disgust. you laugh and look at ellie.

when he doesn't move you stop laughing and grab ellies hand, "ok." you say.

you guys walk off and he speaks up, "you know, this is an event! there's children here!" he yells.

"oh yea, and your setting such a wonderful example dickhead." you bark back at him.

oh yea, just what this town needs, another loud mouthed dyke." he says.

you freeze and so does ellie. yet, ellie is the first to react, "what the fuck did you just say?" she yells as she storms towards the guy while you trail infront of her to try and stop the altercation.

luckily joel steps in and maria and tommy as well. you drag ellie off and walk out of the building together.

"sorry about that guy. seth can be a real dickhead." ellie speaks first to break the silence.

you hum and respond, "it's ok, i'm just glad my best friend was there to defend me." you say with a tight-lipped smile.

ellie sighs and let's go of your hand, she stops walking and runs her hands down her face.

"I hate when you do that you know?" ellie say. she takes a deep breath so she doesn't get angry. last thing she wants to do is yell at you and make you cry.

"w-when I do what els, I-I don't understand." you say confused at her sudden moodchange.

"look, I don't wanna be your fucking friend. I wanna be more than a fucking friend to you. fuck- baby, I love you, i'm in love with you. I mean you just fucking kissed me and your still calling me a friend." ellie says looking straight into your eyes.

ellie starts pacing now running a hand through her soft auburn hair. you look at her with glossy eyes.

"I-I am in love with you too els." you say making ellie's pacing stop as she turns and looks at you.

"I never knew how to tell you so I t-tried to show you. kissing you on the cheek, slapping your very sexy ass." you say with a chuckle, "and hugging you from behind and always giving you a peck on your neck? Like that didn't strike you a little that I was smitten about you?" you ask

ellie's eyes widen as she looks back at all the things you did that weren't exactly friend like. problem was, she didn't wanna believe it.

that someone as beautiful as you would want someone as weird as her. she looked past all the good concepts and went straight to overthinking about the bad ones.

"I mean, I thought you were implying something, but I always thought the negative, and I didn't wanna embarrass myself back then so... I ignored the obvious signs in front of me. I'm sorry." ellie says walking closer to you and holding your face in her hands.

"your such a tease though... did you know that?" ellie says with a smirk on her face as she brings her face closer to yours.

"w-what, h-how-?" you stutter. you try to stand your ground and act all tough but it fades when you see the look in ellie's eyes.

"nah, don't act all innocent kitty. you know what you were doing, you made me flustered... now it's my turn." ellie says before smashing her lips on yours in a heated kiss.

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A/N: GOD ASHAHAHAJSKS I love me some ellie, she's just so MHMM! I'm so gay for her, but I hope u liked this sugar and please send in more requests for tlou2 I need more requests for joel, ellie and tommy!!!

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"In a chilling twist of events, you find your walls marred with splatters of crimson red, and at the epicenter stands your fiancé, a haunting nonchalance in his gaze."

• pairing: tom riddle x reader

• now playing: nfwmb by hozier

• word count: 4.2k

• genre: angst

“What have you done?” You ask, voice breaking in trepidation.

A heavy sense of unease permeated the air, leaving no doubt that what may come out of his mouth will only confirm your worst fears, yet, you still ask. Grappling at the little hope, that fading light, that maybe you might be wrong.

There was no response. The only audible noise was the eerie ruffling of the trees outside, swaying terrifyingly from the storm, paired with the endless ticking of the grandfather clock at the end of your entrance hall.

Hands turning cold and clammy, itching to scratch at the blockage in your throat. To plead with him to answer you truthfully, for once in the entire 10 years you’ve known each other. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” He finally speaks. 

Maybe it was a false light. One that he deliberately put himself in order for you to believe that he was still worthy of your time, of your saviour acts. 

“Did I ruin your act, huh?” You entertain this show of his, one last time. Letting him believe that he still holds the reins. But his piercing dark eyes that are brazenly fixed on you with such a deep intensity urge you to cower back against the door.

“No, I was just surprised, is all.” He puts on that god-awful mask— making you wonder how painfully stupid you were before to not realise you were being played as a fool. The one that he quickly plasters on as he walked the hallways of Hogwarts back then. A gentle smile that mirrors the one in his eyes, inviting and comfortable. “Let’s go outside, shall we?”

He reached out his pale hands, fingers decorated by silver rings, one of which was a gift from you years ago. His hands that always housed themselves above your thigh, tracing mindlessly despite the evident warmth that followed it. 

The normalcy that laced his visage made you want to throw up the bile that had been bubbling in the pit of your stomach since your nose registered the metallic smell that permeated the living room air. It makes you sick that he is capable of such atrocities.

“No.” 

You let a moment of silence occur, watching the mask crack, his perfect smile flinching. You have got to give it to him. He was able to send waves of fear through you, willing you to succumb to his every whim. Even now, as the blood paints the once cream-coloured walls. The walls that you spent hours meticulously covering.

“Let’s talk here, instead.” 

He nods slowly, for the first time, you see how the state of being unsure of your next actions leaves him unsettled and tense. Eyebrows creasing ever so slightly, the bulwark he built around himself getting thicker. 

“Did you honestly think you could get away with this?” You ask, puzzled at his gall. “To pretend that you can barely even see the original colour of our walls now because of-“

Your breath hitches at the thought, unable to speak the words out loud. To do so is to acknowledge that someone has brutally died in the very place that you planned to raise your child in. Somewhere that should have been a safe haven for you.

“Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix, Darling.”

“Are you dense? I don’t care for the walls!” You shout, unable to keep your wits on you anymore.

“Then why are you complaining about it then?”

“I’m talking about how you just killed, no, murdered somebody in our house. Our home. the one place that I should feel safe in.”

“And you are…anywhere you are as long as you’re with me.”

Raising your hands to your pursed lips, dragging it down in exasperation. It truly baffles you how unstirred he is in this situation. You knew he had a qualm for unusual habits, but never did you think that this would be one of those.

“How am I supposed to feel safe when you are the reason for this? The reason why someone would be left wondering where their loved one has gone missing?” The irritation poisoned your speech, but the alarm wasn’t veiled by it. “He could’ve been a father, a sibling, or whatever!”

“Do you really think I didn’t take the time to snuff out every possible hindrance to this? What do you think of me?” He says, almost offendedly. Although you weren’t even sure why. As if that made it any better.

“I don’t know. My fiancé, who works diligently as an auror for the Ministry and wouldn’t do such a terrible thing?” You sarcastically reply.

“Well you got the first part right but don’t act like this wasn’t all because of you.” He points at you with that long, slender finger. It reminded you of your father’s back when he used to reprimand your mother for whatever mistake she had supposedly made.

You glare at him through your eyelashes. “Don’t twist this around, Tom.” A snarl escaped you and you could feel a twinge of anger coursing through you at his words. In your confused and irritated mind, you don’t notice how he flinches at the sound of his name. He forces himself to believe that it was just a slip of the tongue.

“I’m not. I am honestly delighted that I did such a great job, dismembering his face enough that you can’t even recognise this man.” He says as he steps over the body that lies unconscious with its limbs twisted in unnatural ways. Blood covered the canvas of his face, his eyes welled up into dark circles, and from your view, seemed to have been missing a few front teeth. “I want to say I’m sorry that I had to take away the pretty face that you were so enamoured with, but that would be a lie because I hadn’t enjoyed my time like I did while doing so.”

You finally dare to look directly at the body, at the unfortunate person who runs out of luck, and a tiny light bulb in the back of your mind sparks. Yet, you still couldn’t quite put a finger on it. By a few breaths, you calm yourself enough to continue observing the broken figure. 

From the corner of your eyes, a warm golden ring hits your vision. The shape was distinct enough that your brain made quick work to make the connection. 

It was like a pin dropped in the still silence. 

The realisation of who it was sent you spiralling even further into the hollow space in your mind. Cowering in the darkest corner of the space.

He is leaning against the marble counter in your kitchen, where you are still within clear eyesight for him. His body was lined with tension, like a spring coiled to a point of painful traction and you were just waiting for it to snap back.

“Tom…” There it is again.

“Yes, hun?” He takes a tasteful sip of the amber liquid. Savouring the taste of every last drop. The sight honestly distracts you for a second before you forcefully pull yourself back. Horrified at the thought of being aroused when a body lies cold on your carpet.

“Is this-”

“The man from the bar?” He hums, “Yes. Yes, that is him.”

A wicked grin paints his face, cruel malevolence dancing in his eyes. The glint in his eyes flickered with genuine delight as if he was presented with a chance to show off his new toy.

“It was an easy catch, I will tell you that. I was expecting him to put up a bit of a fight seeing as he was all macho with you.” He divulges. Leisurely walking back to the living room, stopping at the person’s head, giving it a nudge with his speck clean leather shoes.

“Why did you do it?” You cut him off. Your mind was reeling at his words as an endless pit formed in your stomach. Talking about it as if it was something mundane.

But he ignores you and continues as if your words were only a gust of wind. While he expectedly should not be a fan of your blatant disregard for him, he doesn’t say a thing about it.

“I followed him the day after, tracking him for a while, noting if there was something else that would hit him harder but seeing him regularly forget he has a family by flirting with young women day and night…it was only right that I rid the world of vermin.”

“You mean to tell me that you had tortured this man to his death all because of his proclivity for cheating on his wife?”

He looks to you, and for the first time that night, a semblance of something else appears on his face. A cocktail of disdain and hatred. “Is that something not worthy of punishment? To swear your vows to a person you declared to be your love and then blatantly lie to their faces about your nightly habits. To forget that your children are waiting for you to pick them up from kindergarten so he could get his cock wet.”

Tom kept his eyes on you, his face breaking into pieces of anger and confusion. “Tell me. Is he not worthy of such when he deliberately chooses women who are half his age? All the while knowing his age gives him power over them?”

You shook your head, tears welling and blurring your vision. You blinked to keep them away as you didn’t want to appear weak in front of him. The way your emotions have dipped and hiked in the past hour has already been too much, leaving you utterly confused about what is even happening anymore.

“I don’t know anymore, Tom. I have no idea what to think, what to focus on and scorn you in particular. Your blatant disregard for our home, using it as your fucking slaughterhouse, now that we mention it, should be something to talk about. You just killed a person, no, you tortured somebody with pure malice.”

“He should’ve been hung, strangled, and quartered!” He pauses, realising his voice has turned a lot louder than he intended. “I’m sorry. But it’s true, Y/N, even if he has done nothing to you, he deserves all of those things and no less.”

His thumbs soothed over your knuckles that have turned pale from their tight clench, easing your hands until your palms are open to him. The twinge of pain from the pink crescent moons on the surface alleviated with his gentle touch.

He leans down, lips tenderly kissing the hand secured in his grasp, before twisting his head to press with the same gentleness on your other hand.

“I am well aware that you abhor these kinds of actions. It’s why I worked hard to keep it from you, I never wanted for you to think of me as some person who reverted to violence for no reason.” He kneels down next to your seated figure to level your eyes. “You are somebody special to me, and not a single word that I know of would be enough to perfectly explain that to you. Nothing in this world, in this reality, could take you away from me unless you wish it yourself. But please, I beg you to understand that I did this out of pure concern and love only.”

Tom raises one of his hands, letting it sit gingerly on your knees that, without your control, has succumbed to your habit of bouncing it in moments of tension. Pressing it with just the right balance of force and gentleness to calm you.

He swallows hard, his chestnut brown eyes flickering back and forth between your own. The previous edge in them is long gone as he looks up at you, instead, a hint of desperation takes its place.

“You love me, don’t you? I know you do and I never for a second have doubted that. I feel the same, and possibly even more than you do and it scares me. I was never made to know love nor ever experience it so when I met you, I swore that there would be nothing in existence that can forcefully keep you away from me.” He says in one breath until his body finally forces him to take one, then he continues. “When I told you how my mind and soul is yours only, I meant it. You are the sole person who can tell me that we are done but please. I will beg on my knees until they are bleeding so that you understand that.”

You finally look at him, actually, look at him. Not one of fleeting glance only. Stomach twisting.

“No law or morality will stop me.”

This is what worried you.

You were sure to tell him off. Take him up on his offer to be away from him without a hint of resistance. At least, more than halfway sure already, but those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You were worried that if you looked at them, every nerve in you that was ready to run would relax. That you would be catapulted into your foolishness, and all the right senses would be nothing.

To see that there isn’t an inkling of malicious ambition in those eyes, but instead, there was only unabashed determination and genuineness behind his words. An openness only reserved for you.

Your heart immediately starts hammering against your rib cage, and you try to resist the urge to give in to him. Forcefully diverting your mind to the monstrosity he committed in your home.

Tom sees this. He always did. He knows you better than you ever will.

“I won’t promise that this would be the last time because that would be a lie and I promised to you that that is something I will never do to you. But I can promise you that you won’t ever have to see this ever again, also because I don’t want you to.”

When he sees that you have finally cooled down, he slowly moves to sit next to you. Making sure that there is still enough space between the two of you so that you don’t feel uncomfortable.

“Tom…” You call out in a meek voice. He hums, patiently waiting for you to continue.

“I get the reason why, as much as it still baffles me, but you didn’t have to go through this much.” Exhaling shakily. “You didn’t have to beat him until he saw the pyres of hell. Report him to the proper authorities for his crimes! That should’ve been the first thing that popped into your head, for Merlin’s sake!”

Your torso swivels to face him, eyes wide as you let everything out. Emotions pouring out of you in the form of tears, staining your cheeks wet again. Tom wanted nothing more than to wipe them away and pull you to his chest, but he knew that you were like this because of him and he didn’t want to push further away from him.

“Why did you have to drag him into our home? Tainting our home with this kind of violence, hell Tom! This is supposed to be where our child would be raised, where they would be spending their lives and now I don’t even know if they should be.” You shouted, waving your arms around wildly.

“They can, darling. This is the safest place they would be in, I would make sure of that. If there is anything that I will prioritise more than anything is your safety and our future kid.” He assures you.

“I don’t want them to witness these kinds of violence.”

“And they never will, just as you never will also. Tonight was an unfortunate mistake for me, one that I will never make again. And I am sorry that you had to, please forgive me.”

“I don’t know.” A murmur, one that could have been passed for a breath. But his sharp ears strained to pick it up.

He was angry. Enraged at himself. This wasn’t how he planned tonight to go, it was supposed to be an easy work and toss. He hadn’t expected you to be a part of the equation, planning the events of the night around yours to ensure that you wouldn’t have a clue of what transpired in your home.

In all fairness, it was a dangerous game that he played. Taking that piece of disgusting waste to your home was a step that he had to take so that he wouldn’t be disturbed by nosy strangers. Taking the off chance that you wouldn’t be home by then.

He was angry at himself that he had broken the unsaid promise to keep this side of him away from you. A small part of him was terrified that you would turn your back on him just as the people before you did. Taking the life that he could have only dreamt of back then with you. The thought curses away the ridiculous calm facade that he has kept when around you.

“No.” Vehemently shaking his head back and forth, dropping your hands on the softcover of your couch as he jumps up to pace in front of you. Trying to calm himself at the prospect of his worst fear turning into a reality. “I’m sorry, okay. I really am. We could move far away, build the house of our dreams and forget that this happened. But I need you to forgive me, Y/N. Please.”

To your utter surprise, he harshly drops onto his knees. Taking your hands back in his trembling hands.

“Tom.” You begin before you are cut off, “You need to stop calling me that.”

“What do you mean? That’s your name.” You confusedly ask.

“Call me darling again, call me anything but that. It’s almost as if you gave up already and that can’t happen, please. I need to know that I'm not alone in this. Please, I’m so sorry.” He says, a slight tremor in his voice.

Your heart breaks at the sight in front of you. The once strong and unwavering countenance he puts on every day was nowhere in sight. Instead, there was a man who was unknown to you, placing his vulnerable self all out for you to see. In a sense that you’ve never before seen, he was gentle to you, yes, but never like this.

Tears lined his waterline until it couldn’t be controlled anymore and they were slipping down his cheeks like a torrential downpour. He was inconsolable.

No time would be enough for you to understand the emotions twirling behind those dark eyes. Overwhelming you to the point of giving in. There was anger, pain, sorrow, and all of it. And you knew he was trying his best to control it, evident by the way his hands were tensing, not wanting to fist them.

“I’m so sorry, ok, and I know that saying it repeatedly for the rest of our days together wouldn’t be enough, but I need you to know that I am. Words are the only thing I can give you right now, however, if you let me…I would prove it to you every day in any way possible to man.”

“I’m pregnant.”

A pause in the beat of sound.

His ears were ringing.

He had no idea if time had paused and his mind was left wondering in the abyss of time if he was hearing things that weren’t true.

“I’m about three weeks pregnant already.”

It was only when your tiny voice permeated through the silent room that he realised he wasn’t being delusional. His ears had not fooled him.

“You…you are?” He asks, with hesitation lining every syllable. 

“I am. I found out today which is why I came home.”

If he was confused by the torrent of emotions and thoughts that waved over him earlier, now it was like he couldn’t comprehend a single exhale anymore. It was only at your touch and call that he let his lungs feel a wave of oxygen.

“I already had my suspicions earlier this week, but I wanted to be sure before I told you, hence why I made a plan with a friend to go to the doctor today. I kept it a secret so I wouldn’t get your hopes up, I know we have been talking about it for a while now so I didn’t want it to be a false alarm.” You explain.

“So here I was, so excited when the doctor told me that I was indeed pregnant with our child that I forgot to tell you I was coming home. I assumed that you were making dinner and I wanted to make it a surprise, so I got ourselves a cake to celebrate.” 

A single chuckle leaves you. “Well, obviously that didn’t go well.” You said as you looked at the box of ruined dessert by the door from when you dropped it.

Although his mind was still haywire from what you had announced, he still made an effort to let you know he was listening intently. Giving you a gentle squeeze in the hand.

“I want them to have a normal life, one that is far from the atrocities of the world and I know that is a child’s prayer, a romantic dream, but I will try my very best to achieve that. That includes taking them far away from this home, from their father, if need be.”

He looked at you as he moved to sit back next to you, keeping hold of your hand still, an unfamiliar look in his expression. 

“Y/N…darling, forget what I said earlier. I would never put a hand on another person again if it meant there wouldn’t even be someone for me to do it for. I will control myself, take the sessions you told me about.” He declares, with a finality in his voice that shows his determination to prove he was being true.

It was a lie, and you knew that. A little, white lie. You’ve been with Tom since 5th year, and now you are at the age of 24, if anybody knew his body language better than anyone, it would be you. 

He would only be more cautious now, making sure that every grainy detail is there in its proper places. Ensure that he would never make the mistake of making you see what he is capable of.

You look at the dormant body that has long passed in the middle of your living room. Mind reeling back to what he mentioned earlier. Now that you have calmed down, you realise that your outburst was more because of shock and less of that piece of trash. He did indeed make you uncomfortable, and if Tom hadn’t been there, you had no idea of your fate then. Added on by the fact that this was apparently a pattern he does to other women.

In all honesty, you didn’t really know what to feel at the moment after all that had happened in the span of an hour. You suppose you should be livid, upset, hell, even guilty that you’re somewhat relieved that someone had enacted an act of revenge on a disgraceful human being.

Tonight was a whirlwind of emotions, to say the least, and you couldn’t trust yourself to make a just and coherent decision.

“If-“ His breath hitches, the thought that flashed behind his eyes making him gasp for air. “If I lose control again, I will never force you to stay with me.”

“Tom, I am not asking you to do all of that. Though, it would be great for yourself and for your mental well-being because you need to find more healthy ways to deal with your problems.” You sigh. “I just ask you to please never let our child see whatever violence you inflict on others, I don’t want him to grow up thinking that this is the answer to everything. They should grow up with the proper mindset that you didn’t that I know you want also.”

“I know but I’ll still try to better myself, for myself. I can’t promise it would be fast, nor can I even promise it would work, but I’ll try.”

“I’ll go stay at an inn tonight while you deal with this-“ Waving your hand around unfashionably. “mess. I’ll call you in the morning and please?”

“What is it?” He asks.

“Take another day off because we need to look at a new house immediately, I cannot stand to breathe in another particle from this place anymore.”

“Whatever the wife wants.” He smiles and pushes a whisper of a kiss against your soft lips. “Still a few more months, Mr. Riddle. I’m tired so I'll go now. Let’s talk more tomorrow because I don’t think I can last another second staying awake.”

“I’ll drive you there, I don’t want you apparating anymore.” 

“No complaints here,” You mumble against his lips that gently press onto yours.  Wanting to say the three words that you loved to say but before you could, 

“I love you, too.”

— hello there ! moved my notes here becuase the intro was too long. this initially had a whole back story that lead up to the events here but i cut it out because that part was taking too much time to complete. also hello, i'm finally writing for my og crush in harry potter but uh i decided to use the tom hughes fancast since this is set way after they graduated.

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I NEED A CONTINUATION OF GOLDEN WEASEL!

Mountain Shaper Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Weasel Reader x Old Man & Mountain Shaper

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 729

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : fluff, more found family

As you sat wrapped around The Old Man’s neck, you watched as the scenery of Liyue passed you both by.

No one stared, looked, or even glanced at him, you guess it was noticeably pissing you off, because he began to gently scratch under your chin. You leaned into the gentle touch, making him chuckle.

The hand he wasn’t using to pet you was gripped around a cane, a basket hanging off his arm as well. Compared to rest of Liyue, he was dressed in extremely traditional clothing, his hair was tied into a traditional top knot with a beautiful guan. He also had a nice little beard. With his looks, you honestly wondered how old the man was, because on top of his… well his beauty, his home - despite it being a house boat - was also decked out in traditional furnishings and decor.

The only accessory you had was an earring made of mora with a dragon modeled after Morax attached to the bottom - it was a hanging earring. When you found out your old man had spent ONE HUNDRED MORA ON IT, you scolded him for an hour. Him kneeling as you stood on your hind legs loudly chittering at him.

The only reasons you wore it was because:

A. He bought it as a thank you for staying by his side, even in old age.

And

B. The damn thing cost a hundred mora why the fuck wouldn’t you

And finally

C. It helped differentiate you from other weasel thieves.

As you continued down the lanes, his little basket began to fill up, though its weight never seemed to bother him. You’d often chirp at him to see if you could carry it - you were strong for a weasel - but he’d just shake off your concerns with another chuckle.

And as you continued, you began to feel sleep with the gently sway of his body slowly walking along the paths, and probably would’ve too, if it weren’t for the fact that he stopped to speak with someone. Wait no that’s red and black bird.

… wait a minute.

“Mountain Shaper, my friend. Why do you walk among the mortals this fine day? To what do we owe the pleasure?” Did you mention The Old Man spoke super fucking eloquently? Because he does.

“Nothing but a stroll. And why are you here, old friend?” Wait Old Man knew an Adeptus? Old friend? What the hell-

“Ah, simply retrieving some items from the merchants. Nothing more. And as much as I’d adore to stay and chat, I must be off, so as to make me and my little friend here’s daily afternoon tea time, hehe!” You noticed that the Adeptus’s eyes were now on you, but only with a hint of curiosity.

“I see… well don’t let me take up more of your time.” The bird mused.

“Well actually… I believe we may have space for one more, if you’d care to join.” You looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this shit, but it seemed like no one else was around.

“Well if you’d allow me…” And with that, you were now walking with an Adeptus towards The Old Man’s houseboat. Feeling a bit bold, you stuck a paw out in the direction of the bird. All he did was glance at you, before chuckling. You smacked your lips before settling down on Old Man’s neck.

Your mind drifted as you thought of what tea he would make today… maybe Mountain Shaper would have something new in mind… perhaps a story awaited you as well… you yawned and closed your eyes, pressing your face into into the crook of your neck.

“You feel it as well, don’t you my friend.” Mountain Shaper asked.

“I do.” The Old Man responded.

“Will you ever tell them-“

“Only when the time is right.” The Old Man interrupted. “Now, they just want to live, and I will allow them that freedom. I have no right to strip that from them.”

“You sound like the God of Freedom.” The bird chuckled, making the Man sigh.

“Be quiet before I tie your beak shut.”

“*GASP* You wouldn’t dare!”

“I may not be as nimble as I was back then, but you and I both know you’d have no chance, especially if I actually tried.~”

“WHY YOU-“

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Uh oh, Old Man had a secret, what ever will it be?~ Anyway, Weasel really just wants to live life. And since we’re doing some past stuff now, I imagine they were a petty thief in their past life, which is why they became a little thieving guy in Genshin ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა!

[gojo-mochi]

EEK IM SCREAMING FROM UR WRITINGS- and ur October event?! If u may a request of werewolf!ace please 😭 aksjwksjwkzj and maybe with any dark themes u have in mind 👀

CW: Reader is called “Little Red”, Attempted assault and kidnapping by a stranger (not ace), a bit of blood, creampie, breeding, Oral F!Recieving, Noncon, Ace is a bit toxic and yandere in this. Part of my Kinktover event!  (now closed)

Words: 5.3K (im gagging idk what happened don't look at me ok, it my inner werewolf phase coming out at the end) 

A/N: Sorry it took so long wahhhh and if the ending ended weirdly OTL

You pulled down on your red hood and tugged at your too-short of a skirt. Sighing out, you lean back on the wall, wondering how your friend not only roped you into coming to this Halloween party but also into wearing a skimpy Red Riding Hood costume. You were supposed to be matching with her, but she decided to go as a slutty bunny, stating, “Wasn’t there a bunny in the story too? No? Oh well, there was a wolf, so a bunny fits anyway!” It did not fit, but you were too tired to argue with her, trying your best to sink into the wall and disappear. 

Unfortunately, your friend decided that being a wallflower for the entire party was not in the stars for you. “Come oooooooon! At least dance with me for one song!” Your friend whined as she dragged you by the wrist to the open dancefloor. The heavy, thumping bass drops seem to shake the dancefloor, or perhaps that was just the masses of people grinding and bumping into each other. Your friend dragged you right into the middle of the pit, and with no chance of escape, you sigh heavily, trying to act like the music wasn’t affecting you. 

Your friend starts to pull out dance moves, using them on you as she pretends to circle a lasso around you and pull you in. You rolled your eyes at her display and went along with it with a small giggle. Slowly bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music and shuffling your feet, letting your body succumb to the music and the vibes. Getting more comfortable by the time the next song comes on. Swaying your hips and even moving your arms now, getting so lost in the melody that you didn’t notice that your friend left you and was replaced by someone else. 

The deep, booming bass of the song made you more energized, shaking your ass and swinging your hips and body in tune with the bass. Your eyes closed so you could let your ears and body fully enjoy the music, thinking that you were still dancing with your friend you didn’t mind when you felt hands on you. Moving down your sides to settle on your hip as their chest slides up to your back. You played along, as you were used to your friend’s antics by now. 

Only when you slyly bumped your ass back to grind on her, did you notice that your friend either got extremely buff in the last few minutes or you were actually grinding on a guy this whole time. Your questions were answered when the guy leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. “Damn.. you have some nice moves there, Little Red.” A slightly husky voice rasps out, his hands still on your hips, squeezing them, his fingers digging into your plushness. 

You gasp out, twisting your body away from him, and turning around. In the neon flashing lights of the dancefloor, your eyes settled on the large frame in front of you. Your eyes immediately flickered to the furry ears on top of his head, black and fluffy like his hair. You look further down landing on his bare toned chest and totally not staring at his happy trail in the middle of his abs or anything like that. You catch a glimpse of his tail swishing behind him as he leans down once again to speak to you.

“Woah, hey! Sorry, was that too much?” He rubs the back of his hair with an awkward grin. Another flash of the neon lights from above passes by on the both of you, you studied his face a bit more as it does. Noticing the small patches of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his very sharp canines poking out. He places his hands in front calmly as a sign of goodwill. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything!” His voice rings out again, almost muffled by the booming bass from the speakers. The music dropped once more and everyone in the crowd was getting hyped for it, causing everyone to start swarming around the middle. 

You got shoved right in the stranger’s direction, his arms came out swiftly to catch you before you fell face first on the ground. Firms arms wrapped around your waist to steady you, your face lands on his chest right above his happy trail. You inhale his scent, an intoxicating blend of musk, woods, and spices that starts off heavy and overwhelming but goes down smooth like a shot of liquor. You unconsciously curl up closer to his chest to breathe in more of this arousing aroma. 

Letting the furry stranger easily manhandle you out of the dance pit and off the side. “Hey….hey……Hey there!” The stranger shakes your shoulder a bit, bringing you out of your stupor. A fierce blush heats up your face as you realize how you were still nuzzling your cheek on his chest. You backed away, almost stumbling on your feet, causing the stranger to once again catch you in his broad arms. “I know I’m gorgeous, but falling for me twice in a row? Haha, you’re really cute, you know that, Little Red?” You felt another rush of heat come up as you sputtered out a response. 

I-I was just-! I mean-!” The stranger’s tail swished around happily as he threw his head back in a roaring laugh. Causing some of the other guests to turn their heads and look your way. Your ears burn as they stare at the two of you, you bring up your red hood and tighten the sting, covering your face. He eventually calms down once he sees you trying to leave the scene, with a hand placed on your shoulder to stop your escape. 

His ears flopped down on his head and he gave you the saddest kicked puppy look you've ever seen in your life. “Hey, wait! I didn’t mean to upset you..” He pouts out his lips and you almost folded at this point. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, here, let me introduce myself.” He straightens up his back, extending to his full height, and puffing out his chest. “The name’s Ace! It’s nice to meet cha!” You just noticed now that his voice has a slight tinge of an accent behind it, but you couldn’t place your finger on where or what it sounded like. 

Ace flung his hand out towards you, a wide smile on his face that emitted sunshine and warmth, only to be darkened by his menacingly large and seemingly real canines. You chuckled nervously as you grabbed his hand and shook it. “Wo-wow, Ace… those are some um-very big teeth you have there. Must have been quite the expensive buy. You really go all out for Halloween, huh?” He squeezed your hand tightly as you said that. 

His fingers linger on your wrist before he lets go with the same smile still placed on his face, however, something was a bit off about it this time. “Hehe, yeah! I mean, Halloween is like the one night that I can truly be myself, you know!” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing back his ears as they spring back into place. ‘Wow he really must have dropped a lot of cash on his costume, everything looks so… realistic.’ You mused to yourself quietly as Ace stuck out his elbow for you to grab. “Wanna see how many hotdogs I can scarf down outside?” You raised an eyebrow at him but looped your arm with his either way.

“I bet you won’t go over ten.” You lightly teased him, bumping your elbow into his side, causing his tail to wag rapidly behind him. “Let’s make it a bet then!” He retorted back as you idly wondered how he was controlling his tail like that, you both headed out to the backyard. The “backyard” per se, was actually just the vast land in the back that opens up into a forest. Tables, chairs, lights, and a whole bar-be-que set were all set up for the party. Including a hot-dog eating contest on the side, Ace led you right to it, his stomach rumbling quite loudly as the smokey and savory aroma invaded your nose. 

Ace was practically drooling by the time you both reached the table. A shirtless guy with a chainsaw for a head was taking in contestants. “Yo, my man! Let me join in too!” They dapped each other up in greeting. “You lookin’ to suck down some schlongs? You came to the right place, sign up right here and the contest starts in about 5 minutes!” Chainsaw guy gave Ace a clipboard with the sign-up sheet, and he started yelling for the other contestants to gather up. 

Ace gives you a wink, unhooking his arm from you and going to sit down at the table. “Make sure to root for me, alright, Little Red?” You roll your eyes but smile softly at him, feeling a warmth start to bloom in your chest. The other contestants all sit down as well, getting ready to feast as piles of hotdogs are placed in front of them. Chainsaw guy counted down from five and blew his whistle, signaling the contestants to start chowing down. Ace quickly grabbed a hotdog in each hand and shoved them in his mouth, the wienerwursts disappearing in the blackhole of his stomach one after the other. Ace’s pile of hotdogs was gone in minutes. 

He even started taking hotdogs from the other contestant’s pile, only to get reprimanded by the Chainsaw guy. You belly laughed at the display, watching the people sitting next to Ace give up and push their piles to the wolf man anyway. Later on, it was less of a competition and more of the crowd just cheering on Ace as he kept on wolfing down dog after dog. Some watched in awe and some watched in disgust, you were a mixture of both, the ringing of a bell signals the contest’s end. 

People cheered and one even puked on the grass, Ace threw his arms up in the air and started flexing, sending winks and heart signs your way. “That was all for you, Little Red!” He ends his declaration with a loud howl, other party goers got affected by his enthusiasm and joined in as well and you could swear that actual wolves in the forest were howling along in the back. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as the howls began to die down, something about the way Ace’s voice timbered out from deep in his chest made you wary and scared….

You push down those uneasy feelings when Ace saunters up to you, his hand on his hips as he bows down with a lopsided grin on his face. His fangs glint under the light of the moon, his voice lightly rasps out; “So, what’cha think? I definitely ate more than ten, am I right?” You snort, pushing at his broad chest softly; “I think you ate enough to feed a whole country.” Ace’s grin only got wider at your comment, his tail sweeping the ground behind him; “So that means I won the bet, right?” He slung his arm around your shoulder and one on your hip pulling you in close, putting his lips right next to the shell of your ear. 

Even making his voice a pitch deeper as it rumbles down straight to your core; “Cause, I think I want you as my prize for winning the contest and the bet, Little Red.” This time, you couldn’t suppress the shiver that came up your spine, just now taking notice of how big Ace’s hands were, and they were even equipped with pointed nails painted black to look like claws. They point into your sides, sharp but not painful like a warning of what he could do if he added just a bit more pressure. 

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you try to quip back with a sarcastic retort, as Ace lowers his head down on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath of your scent, his nose poking at the fabric of your red hood, you could feel his fangs come out a bit as they start to dig in, making you yelp loudly. You push Ace away much harsher this time, your heartbeat going a mile a minute, your face flushed as red as your hood, Ace stumbles back from the impact, his head facing downwards so you couldn't see his expression. You could only hear a heavy growl arising from Ace’s throat when he looked back up at you. 

His pupils turned into slits as they appeared to almost glow from the angle he was leering at you from. You took a couple of steps back, your voice coming out in a small whisper; “A-ace?”. But that was enough for Ace to snap back from whatever was happening to him. Shaking his head and slapping his own cheeks roughly twice, his eyes went back to normal when they landed on you once more. He reaches out a hand towards you, but upon seeing you flinch back away from him, his ears fall down, pressing flatly against his head. 

His tail also hangs limp, tucked between his legs. “Little Red, I am so so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I swear!” He pressed his hands down flat on his sides, noticing how you were warily eyeing them, his shoulders hunching down and his head droop down as well. Trying his best to make himself seem as harmless and small as possible. “Little Red, are you still-” “I think I should go-” You both spoke at the same time; “Ah, Sorry you go first-” “No, you should-” You both cut off each other once again, you began to speak once more, not finding the courage to look at Ace directly while you spoke. 

“I-I’m gonna go get a drink. By myself!” You added the last sentence in a hurry when you saw Ace take a step forward to follow you. Tugging on your hood’s strings nervously, eyes flicking over to Ace’s form to gauge his reaction, Ace only lets out a pitiful whine at your words. Stopping his trek towards you either way, you didn’t wait for him to start speaking again as you quickly turned around and sprinted across the other side of the backyard. 

Your heart pounding in your chest, recalling the predatory look on Ace’s face, the abnormally deep growl he made, and the feeling that you were caught in the maw's of a great beast. You jogged all the way up to the mini bar stationed in the backyard, the bartender gives you a worried look; “Hey, you feeling alright there?” When you went to reply with a “I’m fine.” what came out instead was a painful wheeze. You kneel over, coughing out your poor lungs in front of the bartender, who came over to pat you on the back and offer you some water. 

You felt the stares of some onlookers, but they were quickly shooed away by the bartender. When you finally felt like you had coughed up everything your body had to offer, he helped you up back on your feet. You swayed a bit and crashed into his side, he was quick to steady you though. Wrapping an arm around your waist and letting you lean on him, “Woah there, just lean on me, alright? And, drink this too.” He pushed the cup of water near your face, letting you dip your head down so you could take a few sips. The cold crisp water hitting your suffering lungs, made things a little bit better. You gulped down until the cup was empty and gave a huge relieved sigh. 

Your heart rate calmed down by this point, you felt like you could breathe normally again. The bartender still held on to your side, smiling gently at you; “Finally some color back in those cute cheeks of yours, haha. I think I’m gonna have to cut you off from any more drinks tonight, miss.” His tone light and teasing, your heart didn’t flutter like it did with Ace though. You managed to give him a smile back, hoping it didn’t show your true emotions. 

You shrug off his arm from your waist, giving him another small thanks, however the bartender grabbed onto your arm to stop you from leaving. “Hey, you’re just gonna leave just like that?” He frowned, his grip on your arm tighten up; “I think it my duty as a bartender, to look after drunk girls like you, you know..” You felt bile rise up when he licked his lips at you, you pulled on your captured arm. “Let go of me!” You yelled, looking around to see if there was anyone who would come to help, but the crowd got denser and drunker as the night moved on and the music was deafening. 

A hand was placed over your mouth when you tried to scream for help again, you felt yourself getting pulled away from the crowd, you struggled and kicked behind you but the anxiety and exhaustion from before caught up with you. His hand moved a bit downward as he was trying to keep you still, you took this opportunity to bite down on it. He screamed and let you go for a moment but swiftly yanked you back by grabbing on to your red hood. 

Tears fell down your cheeks as the collar of the hood started to choke you a bit from how hard he was pulling back on it. Your vision got blurry from all the tears and lack of air, so you didn’t get to see Ace land a dropkick on the bartender, sending him crashing through some tables. As you were gasping for air once more and trying to get your vision to clear, all you heard was grunting and growling. Your eyes cleared up and you got back on your feet to find a small pack of people crowding around something. 

You stood on your toes to look over someone’s shoulders to find Ace beating the absolute shit out of the bartender. Blow after blow was dealt, you heard someone leave to puke, you almost puked yourself hearing a sickening crunch of bones being broken. Ace’s hands were bloodied and the guy beneath him stopped moving a while ago it seemed, but everyone watching was too afraid to try to stop Ace. His hair and fur on his tail were frenzied and wild, he stopped beating on the guy and stood up, wiping the blood on his bare chest, taking in a deep breath of air and immediately swinging his head around to meet with your eyes. 

You couldn’t hear him from this distance but you could see his lips move to say “Little Red…” and your heart froze up, fortunately your legs did not freeze as they turned and ran as they could. Right in the vast thicket of the forest, you did not care how tired you were, you just wanted to get away from everyone, from the stupid party you got dragged to, from that creepy guy, and from Ace. He wasn’t normal, no, from everything that you saw from him tonight, your mind concluded that he was either on a lot of drugs or wasn’t human. 

The moonlight helped illuminate your path forward, deeper and deeper into the forest. You were sure the forest wasn’t this big before, but your plan of cutting through the forest back home is starting to seem like a bad idea now. You stopped for a quick breath, looking at your surroundings for any sign of a landmark. Only to find the same amount of trees on either side, you weren’t even sure which way the party was now. Silently cursing to yourself, you pulled out your phone to see if there was at least a signal to call for help. 

Crack

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Your head whipped around trying to find the source of the noise, trembling slightly as you voiced out in the darkness. “He-hello? Who’s there?” ... Nothing answered back; only the sound of more leaves and branches crunching and cracking was heard as you strained your ears to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. As a figure began to emerge from the darkness and into the moonlight, you decided that waiting to see who it was was a dumb idea, so you quickly ran again.

Your legs and chest were screaming at you; your muscles were sore, but you kept pressing on. The adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins help you run just a little bit further each time you think you are going to pass out. Your ears picked up on noises coming directly behind you—the sounds of branches being broken, someone tramping down on the dirt, and a strange low huffing—all invaded your senses as you kept on running. 

 You didn’t dare look behind you, not caring where you were heading; you just needed to get away from whatever was chasing you. Yet fate decided to have some fun with you, making you trip on the soft dirt, landing directly on your face. You scrambled to get back on your feet, only to be pushed down by someone much larger than you. Their hot breath ghosted over the scuff of your neck, and their hands gripped tightly on your waist as you felt them press their body right up against your back.

“Little Red…” 

Your blood ran cold, and a numbing chill went up your spine, freezing your entire body. You know that nickname, that voice... “Ace…?” You get a guttural growl in response, and Ace’s dips down to press his lips on the back of your neck. His claws dig into your plushness when you yelp and try to squirm away from his searing kisses. Each press of his lips on your bare skin burns straight down to your core. His fangs graze over the fabric of your cheap costume, and another growl comes out, more annoyed that the cloth was keeping him away from your sweet flesh. 

 One hand lets go of your waist to tear at your clothes with his claws, easily ripping the fabric apart with one finger. The chilling night air hits your skin, causing goosebumps to run down your spine. Only to get replaced by the fervent heat of Ace’s tongue licking down your back. A shameless groan came from Ace as he continued to nip and slobber on your skin: “Fuck… Little Red, you taste so good.. So good..” Ace’s head was swimming; all rational thoughts left the window when he saw you get manhandled by that shitty bartender. 

 Then the chase through the woods? Oh, Ace thought it was so fun, he could have easily caught you when you passed the first thicket of trees, but his instincts enjoyed the hunt, the wait, and the stalking. Seeing you so helpless, sweat pouring down your skin, your scent emitting an enticing mixture of fear and lust. Of course, that's what Ace thought anyway: that this chase was all part of the game and that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. That's why you were shaking so much, right? In excitement? 

Your tears were probably just for show, not that he cared either way. Something about seeing your face covered in tears, your cute lips quivering into a pout. He wanted to make a blubbering mess out of you, the idea made his pants all the tighter. He rutted against you, his bulge rubbing right on your ass. Grunting as he pushes up your flimsy skirt, growling when the wind keeps pushing it back down again, he decided to just tear it to shreds anyway. 

With one hand pushing down your back, he moves his other hand to move your legs apart enough for his hand to rub on your panties, his forefingers going right in the middle, teasing your clit and digging in with his claws just enough to make you worry. You tried to squirm away, knees grating on the dig, your hands trying to grab on, whether it was for a weapon or for balance—you didn't know at this point. Your mind just screamed at you to get away, but Ace wasn’t going to let that happen. Even if the chase was fun, he was getting impatient at this point; he needed you badly. 

 He easily dragged you back by the thighs, pushing your ass back right on his face. You squealed, feeling his tongue trace the outline of your folds, pushing your panties in as far as it could. You let out a high-pitched and embarrassed whine when Ace takes a huge inhale, his nose right in the middle of your wet panties, practically breathing in your scent into his veins. Getting even drunker from his actions, you scramble as hard as you can, your nails digging in the soft dirt, your legs shaking, but Ace's grip on you was tight, and he wasn’t going to give you even an inch of freedom. 

Using his sharp teeth, Ace gently bit down on the edge of your panties, making sure not to hurt you even in his frenzied stage. He pulled back on it, tearing a small hole in your underwear. He repeated this action until your pussy was exposed to him. “Ace.. do-don’t.” Your quiet and pathetic pleads fell on deaf ears, as Ace immediately dove in, his tongue lapping up all your sweet arousal. Loud groans bubbled up from his throat, his tongue slobbering all over your folds, drool flying out from how fast his tongue was lapping on you.

You squeaked out moans of your own; it was sloppy, but Ace had a large, hot tongue that hit in all the right places. Anytime his tongue sloppily hits your clit, your body gives a little shake, and your hands clenched into fists as you try to fight off the feeling of pleasure from this action. The vulgar slurping noises coming from this were deafening to you in the quiet night air. “Fu-fuck!” Your eyes almost rolled back when Ace shoved his tongue inside of you, the wet muscle working its way to a sweet spot. 

It was thick and long enough to almost fill you up like a cock would; it only succeeded in making you crave something bigger to fill you up, even though you might deny that at the moment. You felt your stomach start to get tight, and your thighs shook and shook as Ace was unrelenting in tongue-fucking you. You could only squeeze your eyes shut as your body gave up and released all over Ace’s face. Your juices cover his cheek and chin, as he happily slurps up all the rest coming from you. 

 He pulls back with a satisfied hum, standing back on his knees so he can pull down his pants and wring out his hard cock. You were panting and trying to recover from that orgasm when you felt his tip rub against your folds. Your mind went into fight mode again, kicking and screaming at him, but it was no use. Ace leaned back down over you, his chest covering your entire frame and his mouth placed directly next to your ear as he grabbed his cock and slowly began to push it inside. Just the tip was enough to stretch you out; “Shush… It’s ok, just trust me, Little Red.” He grunts into a soft growl, finally feeling his cock get engulfed by your tight hole. “I know you wanted this too… I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. I-nghh-I’ll mark you tonight and you’ll be-hahhh-my mate forever.” 

You barely register his words and their meaning when he completely thrusts his cock into you, his hips slapping harshly on your ass. Taking a moment to enjoy how your pussy was already trying to milk him dry, so tight, wet, and inviting. He moved his head down so his lips went on your pulse point on your neck, angling his hips back slowly, starting a slow thrust. Each time his cock fully went in, it made you choke on air from how it was completely filling you up. You barely had time to adjust to his length before Ace went at a faster pace. 

Any inhabitants of the forest were subjected to listening to the lewd sounds of your moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and Ace’s deep growls and grunts. Your cute moans soon turned into a scream as Ace bit down on your neck, marking you and drawing blood, his hand clawing at the front of your shirt, ripping that apart as so he could grope at your chest. The stinging pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure made your brain short-circuit. Another orgasm was building up, as Ace let go of your neck and lapped up the blood, feeling you get even tighter, he started going faster. 

 “That’s it, Little Red. So fucking tight, I’m gonna breed this tight pussy. Hahhhh. You’re gonna look so good filled up with my pups.” 

Wait, does that mean he was going to cum inside of you?! You tried to stop him but all that fell from your lips with a soft whimper, with a particularly hard thrust, you came once more, on his cock this time. Ace let your pussy squeeze him for all he’s worth, releasing his cum inside of you. The hot seed covered your walls and spilled out, Ace let out a tender whine, feeling his cock almost empty from this. But he wasn't done yet; no, he needed to make sure that you were going to take everything tonight.

He gradually pulls out his cock, whining at the loss of heat but quickly works as he flips you on your back. Now you were facing him for the first time since you entered the woods. The feral look in Ace’s eyes made him seem like an entirely different person. He almost seemed a lot bigger than before. There was no time to think about that though, as he rammed his cock back inside you, causing more of his cum to spill out, but that’s ok, he was gonna fill up you again and again. 

He folded your legs to your chest so he could hit at the right angles and made sure your pussy could hold all she could. Plap after plap of his hips hitting against yours, your body was just a toy for Ace to breed and use at this point, but he was anything but a selfish lover, gently rubbing at your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb, being extra careful not to use his claw. Giving you heated kisses on the side of your neck and praising you with every breath you take. You quickly came again, the sheer feeling of being overpowered like this, you were his now. No question about it, that what your mind told you at least, giving up and letting Ace do what he wants with your body. 

“Hahhh-Fuck-Take it, take it all, Little Red.” 

“I’ll take good care of you, you’ll be the perfect mate for me, our puppies-nghhh-are going to look so fu-fuckin cute, I swear.” 

“Mine…mine….Mine…!”

Letting the pleasure overtake you, as he cream inside your pussy once more, this time he didn’t stop fucking you, the spillage of your own arosual and his cum made the squelching noise all the much louder. His cum overflowed onto your thighs, you were sure at this point that your pussy couldn’t hold that much anymore but Ace was determined to change that fact. Fucking into you deeper and deeper with every orgasm, you were stuck in this position… and did I forget to mention, that a fullmoon was happening tonight as well? Looks like you’re in for a long night.

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

WARNINGS: mentions of boobs lol, James trying to flirt if you squint, Sharon being a bitch, swearing..

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

2:15. That's the time James said he'll pick you up, and he asked you to be ready. It's 2:53, and you've decided to go for a shower instead.

Slipping your hand into the shower you turn it on trying not to get wet, which you succeed in doing, you lay the shower mat on the floor and look at your self in the mirror before undressing, you step into the now steamy hot shower wetting your hair completely before grabbing your shampoo and washing the roots of your hair. You like shampooing twice before leaving in your conditioner just a smudge so your hair soft, you take a comb but just as you about to start you hear voices come from your room, which is strange as noone really comes in bar you so you were a little confused until you hear them, a deep scruffy voice then you think you hear your bed moving, Is someone laying on it? You thought, you were slowly combing the conditioner in the ends of your hair when you hear a grunt but a deep grunt, you wondered who could be bothering you as it hit you, James motherfucking Barnes. It's been a couple of days since the meeting, and you don't have a James number, but you do have natashas. You were aware that James, Sam and Steve, who ever they may be were talking about all this as Nat over heard but all she said was he were tied, you didn't really care but you do know they Sharon has moved into a spare room on almost the opposite side from the master bedroom, and that one of James few rules were that we were to sleep in the same bed ect ect...

You finish your shower, putting your hair up in a towel, drying yourself and putting on a silk robe, you smirk to yourself as you remembered the last time you saw James were when he ran in to sign a couple papers at the front door and you heard shanon call you a attention seeking where and a man stealing slut, but now here's her man on your bed, without her knowledge, you giggle and unlock the door, breathing quickly and walking out calmly.

You glance over at James and around your room, you see his black blazer hanger on your beauty chair, him laying on your bed, shoes thrown next to it, in an look black shirt and trousers look, shirt slightly unbuttoned, with a shit eating grin on his face. While you, on the other hand, were in a short red silk robe and damp hair wrapped in a black towel, you pull the towel from your head, letting your damp hair, which is slowly shrinking flow free.

James grin slowly falters as his eyes seductively graze across your wet freshly waxed legs and the little bit of cleavage showing, once back to your face he study it like a text book, "if I'd had known you were showering, I would have ran here myself" he speaking proudly like he won a race, a race he ran by himself.

You giggle, slowly making your way to one of the bed posts making sure to sway your hips a little, leaning on the post you pout slowly, "if you were here faster I wouldn't have showered here, maybe at yours but as your late" you check the clock and see its 3:35 "I had to shower here" you continue pout but you weren't sad or annoyed he was late, or he was on your bed, you were more annoyed that hw aas flirting with you becuase he has a girlfriend, you disliked Sharon but no woman should have to know her boyfriend is flirting with another girl, and that he will marry her, no no no no.

Smirking at James as you yourself off the post and walk round the bed next to James, pushing the double doors to enter your closet humming as the smell of diffrent fabrics and soft smells enter your nose, you jump slightly as you feel you large hand on your hip, looking up to see James with a shocked expression on his face. You get an idea in your head, slowly turning to the broad man behind you, grabbing his chin gently with one hand, pulling him down to look at you.

"Go on, mister you get free range" you laugh to yourself as you walk back into your main bed room almost to your bed when you look behind you, still walking, to see James even more confused still standing in the door way, getting to the side of your bed you quickly start explaining before you lose confidence. "You said you wanted to atleast look like a happy couple, so I want you to go mad and dress me" you smile happily as you slowly start sliding down on your side, praying your still atleast a little covered but it didn't take James long to smile like a teenage boy looking at boobs for the first time and disappear into your walk in closet.

Once he's gone, you breathe and wonder where your confidence came from, then you feel bad for Sharon bit then remember she called you a whole and slut multiple times so feel less bad. You grab your phone and see nat texted you 3 times, and the one you can see from your unlocked screen says 'don't feel bad' so when you unlock and see that rest you feel less bad for Sharon as her messages are about how they were fighting because bucky admitted that he'd seen you years earlier at one of your fundraising events but at that time you were dating John so he didn't introduce himself and how he knew for ages she was using him for money but she was shit at hiding it and some other stuff, you replied saying you guessed so and how it was pretty obvious.

Nat: ngl you should probably start making him fall for you

You: why?

He knows she's using him

Nat: yeah but this has happened before, she'll say sorry and how she's change she'll change for a month then slowly change back.

You: oml why don't they don't break up

Like srsly it's kinda embarrassing

Nat: I've been by his side for almost 20 years, they have been together for 3 and at first she was a darling but money changes people

Also, he really loved the person she was and still thinks she's in there

Love does weird shit to us, man

You: fairs, he's picking out an outfit for me rn so I'll see 😛

What do I do just kiss him or something? I've never had to really try it. It's easy when they are already swooning

Nat: I guess, make him feel love for the rest of his life. I doubt he'll let you go

And I'll make sure of it x

You: sound

OK Nat, we met a couple of days ago, lol

Nat did send you another text, but you were by James calling your name while smiling proudly again, throwing your phone on the bed, getting up to see what he's layed out for you, walking past him you see a all black suit with some heels you turn to him nodding with a pleased expression "you did good James, but now I will be changing and you haven't gotten to the stage yet" you wink as you closed the doors but you still see the annoyed just playful gace he pulled, you turn to the suit and pick it up, seeing one of your favourite black lace lingerie sets underneath, you should be upset that he went to fair but you just giggle and started getting dressed and doing very light makeup. Once mascara, lip liner, and lip gloss were applied, you reopened the doors to see his amused, then blank expression, you walk out with your jacket folded over your arm and your shirt undone all the way to expose your bra which for being lingerie with quite covering for the most part, you smile, picking up the bag you had earlier and open your doors making your way to the front hall to where your stuff is to see all of it was gone and with James closely behind you, walking outside to the now only blacked out car there, which wasn't your fathers.

James rushed ahead to open the door for you, climbing in and you watched him walk round and open his door, your bag at your feet with your door closed and seat belt on you were ready, you knew you'd come back home sooner then later so if wasn't emotional.

"James stop staring at my boobs and driving" rolling you eyes as he starts the door and slowly pulling out, you hope it's an short ride that's not to awkward, so you look out the window as the trees go by.

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[luimagines]

Ooh! I remembered the idea that fell out of my head!

A sequel to the “boys lost a bet” one where Reader figured them out after watching their attempts at flirting. Reader then decides to attempt to fluster them until they confess (even if it takes weeks) or in poor Sky’s case until they decide they’ve messed with him enough since he accidentally confessed during his attempt.

- Glitter, slowly recovering from surprise and having fun spamming your inbox in between bits of homework ✨

OOoooooo!! Cute idea! I'm on it!

I’m also... going to take a few creative liberties here and just say that it’s after the event. Mostly because it’s not going to be that way for a few boys. A.k.a I already had it written before I reread your request and realized that it didn’t quite fit in.

Masterlist

You can read the first part right here.

Content under the cut!

Sky

When you left to finish up your patch work, Sky made his way back to the game. He seemed to sway on his feet somewhat with a bright, if dim witted, smile on his face.

Sky collapsed on the ground next to Wild and sits criss cross apple sauce. His jaw lands in his hands without opening his eyes. “So... I did it.”

“We saw.” Hyrule blinks owlishly. “I didn’t think that would happen.”

“You weren’t the only one.” Warrior rubs his jaw and stares at the number he’s just rolled. “Not where I thought the odd would lie to be honest.”

Sky giggles, too happy and giddy to be of much help to anyone. “Is it my turn again?”

“Uhhhh...” Wild picks up the dice. “I think it’s mine? We all stopped to watch you fall on face. But you didn’t do that.”

“I didn’t do that.” Sky agree happily.

Wild looks around for anyone who is willing to stop him from taking his turn but no one does. “I’m betting fifteen rupees for anything higher than a eight.”

“Twenty for anything lower than eight!” Four leans forward already back in the game.”

Wind cackles just under his breath. “Forty for anything lower than four.” 

The blacksmith gives him a dirty look.

Time says nothing, not willing to bet anything this round. He was glad on two accounts that Sky lost the previous roll. For one, it obviously went very well for the young lad and Time is glad that it worked out in the end. But the second reason speaks a little louder in the back of his head. Time had bet just one above Sky. It saved him from losing the bet and taking the punishment.

The Old Man nudges Sky with his elbow and gestures with his head away from the group. 

Sky smiles back easily and gets up without complaint. Which is more than what Time’s joints can say.

“You wanted to talk?”

Time leans against a tree and raises an eyebrow. “And what were expecting to come out of that when you went?”

Sky’s face lights up in a blush again. A hand comes up to scratch the back of his head but he can still save if. He can play dumb. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

Ok, maybe not. Sky grins awkwardly. “I was thinking I would trip over myself , look like an idiot and then they’d laugh and wave me away.”

“And what happened?” Time asks, as if he wasn’t watching with one hundred percent of his attention like the rest of the group was.

Sky’s blush darkens and he toes the dirt beneath his boot. “I got a kiss out of it.”

Time smiles like a proud father. “What else?”

“I may have... told them that I like them... and they said they liked me too.” Sky admits quietly.

“Good. I was wonder when you two were going to catch on and do something about it.”

Sky’s head snaps up to face Time head on, embarrassment completely foregone to make room for the shock that followed. “...What?...”

Time gets off of the tree and reaches forward, patting Sky on the head and ruffles his hair for good measure. “You’re good kids. I’m happy for you.”

“...What?...”

“Just don’t do anything to get the both of you in trouble at the end of the day.”

“Wait, Time you KNEW?!?”

Twilight

Twilight waited just as you told him to. He didn’t even think of moving. He couldn’t think. Period.

You had somehow managed to put his entire thought process on halt.

He couldn’t hear that you were saying to the others guys but when you returned, you had a blinding smile and you clapped in delight. Twilight couldn’t help but feel happy on your behalf. “Did it all go well?”

“I oh so happened to clear your schedule for tomorrow in the process.” You inform him, looking rather proud of yourself.

“Did you now?” He raises an eyebrow. Now Twilight knows that feels better. Because the words comes easy and the conversation isn’t that different than it would have been that morning or the day before.

“Yes.” You sit down next to him and unhesitatingly put your head on his shoulder. “I would very much like to occupy that time slot if you’d let me.”

Twilight freezes. He’s been chosen. He can not so much as move a muscle or else if would throw you off. Like being a cat’s chosen spot for a nap, you mustn’t move. It’s illegal. 

“Do you have something in mind?” Twilight speaks on baited breath. He might be able to think of something to fill the time. If you’re asking to spend time with just him, then there’s many things that Twilight can think of to entertain you. There’s no corner of his heart that he wouldn’t turn over just to make you smile for a fraction of a second.

“Not really.” You admit and turn your head to look over at him. “Do you have any ideas? I’m not picky.”

Twilight hums, slowly wrapping his arm around you. Is this ok? Would you push him off? Well, you put yourself there, surely this isn’t crossing any boundaries.

“I have a few.” He admits, not wanting to jump on the chance like the excited puppy he feels himself becoming. If he had his tail it would be wagging like crazy. 

Sometimes he hates the traits the wolf had brought out of him and then he realize that if anything, the wolf itself was brought out first.

You poke his cheek and grin, startling him from his thoughts. “I mean, you’ve been thinking of stuff for a while now.”

“Well yes, but I was never sure if you wanted-” Twilight pauses and looks over to you. “....Yes. I like spending time with you.”

“Mhm.” You smirk, running your hand over the one that holds you. “Is that all?”

Twilight clears his throat, already feeling his bravado slipping. “What do you mean?”

“So all those little things you’ve done were... oh I don’t know... because you were the hero to save the day?” You looks away. It was possible...But at the same time, if he correct in guessing what you’re talking about... It’s not true.

“I see...” Twilight bite his lip. “And what made you suspect my feelings?” 

You seem to relax further into him and sigh. “It had to do with Wolfie. Now I love the dog, he’s a sweetheart and a good boy, but every time you came back and someone mentioned him, you would look at me. Like you were jealous.”

Twilgiht chokes on his spit.

“I couldn’t help but begin to ask myself if it was too good to be true.” You smiles shyly. “And then I asked Warrior and he said it was a clear as day. I didn’t want to take his word for it so I asked Time... who said almost the exact same things.”

“Last time I tell the Old Man anything.” Twilight mutters under his breath.

You laugh. ”So I was just waiting to see if you would do anything about it.”

“And if I never did?” He asks, afraid of the answer. Is it selfish of him? Yes. The right to do would be to move on, no matter if it hurts to hear or not.

“Hey, who just cleared your schedule, you or me?” You push him lightly. 

Twilight smiles. “Alright. Then let me show you around tomorrow then.”

“You better.”

Legend

Given his very open and shy way of trying to flirt with you, you didn’t think it was that much of a guess that there was some genuine feeling within it. So you got a bit more liberal with how you interacted with the Hero of Legend.

This did not help him in any way or form.

You had taken to walking closer to him, trying to ease your way into being beside him. When he seemed to be calm enough with your presence you tried talking to him.

That took longer than you thought it would.

It seems that Legend was more self conscious than you thought. Every time it came to you, he would clam up and try to avoid eye contact. Something about the way he flushed bright red each and every time told you that he was still thinking about the bet he lost.

It was cute. If annoying.

But you weren’t about to give up just yet!

When he was able to hold a conversation with you once more, you got a little bit closer.

Until one day you just bit the bullet and grabbed his hand.

Legend jerked it back as if you had burned him and hid it away from you. All conversation had died in that moment. And he was once again avoiding you. It was a miracle that he didn’t straight up run away.

You pout. Well that was disappointing. “Legend... did I do something wrong?”

“N-no.” Legend bites his lip. “Don’t worry about it.”

You worry about it anyway. You look at your hand, trying to figure out why he rejected it. “Was there something wrong with my hand?”

“Of course not.” Legend shakes his head, still looking down. “It was very soft.”

“Well you coulda fooled me. You certainly didn’t react that way.” You mutter.

You hadn’t intended for him to hear you, but he flinches. “Sorry.”

Slowly, he pulls his hands back from where they were. “I’m sorry.” He repeats himself. “It was pure reflex.”

“It’s fine.” You sigh, feeling like you might have ruined everything. You keep walking, but this time with your hands kept firmly by your sides.

You both walk in silence for the a few more moments. You’re lamenting internally about your ruined chances and how you might have been wrong this entire time about him. 

Legend was also busy kicking himself. Every now and then he would look over your way. He was nervous and feeling dumb. The answer was so simple and so genuine but he was afraid. But of what, he couldn’t tell you.

He knew that there was only one way to really fix this.

He huffed and puffed but managed to bring himself to do it.

Legend reaches over and pinches your sleeve. You hum and look down.

Legend moves his hand and slips his grip over your wrist before it shifts to hold your hand. You hold his back and look over to him with a grin.

He still can’t meet your eyes. “Just warn me next time.”

“Aww~! You do like me.” You swings your hands back and forth with a blinding smile.

“I do.” Legend smiles softly even if he still struggles to meet your eyes. “Just don’t tell anyone else.”

“Right, right.” You giggle. “Your secret is safe with me, Mr. Tough Guy.” 

Wind

Wind had been avoiding you a bit after the bet he lost. You didn’t know why. You thought everything was fine but he wasn’t even able to look you in the eye anymore. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

You missed your best friend.... Well your best friend was actually waiting for you to return home but within the group, Wind was your best friend and you missed him.

“Wind won’t talk to me.” You pout as you walk next to Warrior for the day. “I don’t know why.... Is it because I kissed his cheek?”

“Yes.” Warrior replies without missing a beat. “But that’s not necessarily a bad thing, you know.”

“It’s not?”

“Nope.” Warrior smiles easily. “He just needs to think some stuff through. But if continues bothering you, you should talk about it.”

You nod, falling silent once more. That made sense.

“Can’t he think faster?” You mutter, not expecting a response for that particular question.

Warrior hears it anyway and laughs. “We’re about to stop for lunch soon. Why not just talk to him then?”

You nod again and wait.

True to his word, Warrior was right to guess that you would get a break soon. You caught up to the ones at the front of the group and waited for those at the back to catch up.

When Wind finally made his way to the group, you b-lines toward him. His somewhat concerned gaze made you slow your step and your confidence tanked.

“Um...” You rubbed your arm, ignoring the stares of the entire group. They seemed incredibly invested in this for some reason. “Link... Can we talk?”

Wind also seemed nervous but he nods, ready to follow where ever you lead him.

When you get far enough from the group, you take in a deep breath hoping that no one followed you. You looked at him and take in the way he fidgets and avoids looking at you head on. He’s already flustered if the pink on his cheeks is anything to go by.

Warrior said to talk to him, but maybe you should have thought about what you wanted to say first. How do you started this?”

“I’m sorry.”

Wind snaps his face to meet your eyes head on. He looks shocked.

“I didn’t mean... Did I make things awkward?” You bite you lip. “Is it my fault?”

“Oh... Um...No...” Wind looks down again and scratches the back of his neck. “You didn’t make things awkward.”

“Well I feel awkward.” You admit. “You don’t talk to me. You run away from me. And I think it’s because I kissed your cheek... So... I’m sorry.”

“That’s not-!” Wind chokes on his spit. He jumped to correct you but had breathed down the wrong pipe in the process. He starts coughing up a storm and you pat his back to try and soothe the pain that no doubt forms. “That’s not it.”

You frown. All the signs point to that you made him uncomfortable. Shouldn’t you apologize for it? It’s technically your fault that you’re here. You tell him as such.

“No, no...” Wind flusters further. “I was trying to not make you feel uncomfortable.”

You don’t understand what he’s trying to get at. ”...What?”

Wind bite his lips. his eyes dart back and forth and you see he’s two seconds from pacing back and forth. “I just-! It was.... cute.. and nice... and soft..” His voice tapers off into a whisper the more he speaks. “I liked it more than I thought I would... and I didn’t want to make things weird by wanting to do it myself.”

You think you understand less. “...What?”

Wind groans and kisses your cheek without asking. “There. I did it. That’s what.”

You freeze- feeling your own blush form. Your finger tips go to touch the spot before you explode into giggles. “Oh... that’s not so bad.”

Wind acts like he just got smacked. “...It’s not?”

“Warrior was right.”

“... don’t say that. Ever again.”

You laugh louder and take his hand. “You’re silly.”

“I know.”

“But it was nice.” You grin and begin to lead him back to the group. “Now stop avoiding me, ok? I miss you.”

“I think I can do that.”

Warrior

“Warrior, calm down.” Four puts his hands out to placate the other boy. “What did they even say?”

“For me to know and you to never find out.” Warrior grins, tossing a solid red rupee on the growing pile of bets. “Take my cut. I bet a seven.”

“What does that have to do with-”

“Thank you! Be back soon!” He hollers, doing his best to run back to you now that he knows you’re waiting for him.

When he returns, you waiting with your hands on your hips and a unknown gleam in your eye. You seem to know what you’re doing. Warrior feels drawn to your gaze and he forces himself to slow down. “Ok, what is it?”

You grin and turn on your heel, not giving him a verbal response. You gesture your fingers in a come hither motion and Warrior follows like the sap he is.

You lead him away form the group, further into the tree line and away from both prying eyes and sensitive ears.

You turn to Warrior and wiggle your eyebrows.

Not sure how to take this change in developments, Warrior finds himself flustered but eager. Still, your change in demeanor is intriguing and hot. He blushes deeply.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what I have planned.” You say calmly, steeping into his personal space.

He gulps. “Yes.”

“And I’m sure you’re wondering if this has anything to do with what you very bravely decided to say to my face not too long ago.” You grin putting your hands on his forearms.

“Maybe.” He licks his lip unthinkingly. You’ve pinned his arms to his side. He’s willing trapped himself to you. Warrior has no idea where you’re going with this, but you have his full attention.

“And I’m also sure that you’ve been watching me a for a while now.” Your hands travel up his his arms and over chest. You’re being very brave yourself if you had to be honest. 

You’re purposefully going slow. Warrior assumes it’s just to be even more tantalizing than you already are and it’s making him inpatient. But you’re really just testing the waters of how far he’ll let you go.

“Was I that obvious?” Warrior places his hand on your hips now that you’ve freed them. He pulls you flush against him. 

“Maybe.” You’re eyes go wide with desire. Perhaps you’re the one he’s been waiting for this whole time. 

Your hands travel up his chest and rest on his shoulders. Warrior leans into your face. Your noses brush together in an hesitant dance. 

You can find it in yourself to grow bashful as Warrior has. You lean into it as well, running your hands even higher, cradling his head as you go. He hums in satisfaction. “...Admittedly I’m less certain about this.”

“About what?” He says quietly, slowly swaying with you in his arms.

“This. Us.” You reply in the same quiet tone.

“...And why’s that?” He’s calm even as he trouble looking you in the eye.

You have to think about it. This feels right. This feels good. Why is that you feel like something is missing?

“I can wait.” Warrior says after a moment of your silence. “I’ll always wait for you.”

You hum for a moment longer. You don’t want that.

You kiss him.

Hyrule

“Oh Hyruule~” You called, borderline skipping to his side.

You needn’t say anything else. Hyrule is already blushing before a single words leaves your lips.

The image seems to make you giggle and come close. “Hello.”

“Hi.” Hyrule smiles back at you but he struggles to meet your eyes. He hates how flustered he’s gotten around you. As if he couldn’t be more obvious.

“How are you today?” You take his arm and start walking with him.

Hyrule doesn’t know how exactly to deal with this turn of events. He’s already starting to lose his nerve, “I’m fine.”

You both walk in comfortable silence after that. At least, he’s sure that you think it’s comfortable since you smile never left your face. Hyrule can feel his nerves jump all over his skin and he’s not sure how he’s going make a fool out of himself this time.

“I’ve bene thinking.” You say and Hyrule gives you his attention without questions.

“About what?”

“A while ago you came to me and called me angle.” You smile up at him. “Remember that?”

As if he’s allowed himself to forget about it. Although he felt his insides curl up and die from the embarrassment, you had kissed his cheek. Even if he still cringes at the thought of his awkwardness, he had to admit, it was worth it.

“I do.” He admits. He remembers the entire thing beat for beat. It’s the only thing he can think of as of late.

“I still think you were very sweet.” You lean you head against him.

Hyrule’s heart starts to beat faster. He hopes you don’t notice. “Than you? I think?”

“Can I tell you something in return?” You give him a dazzling smile in return. Hyrule nods, unable to form words any longer. You poke his cheek. “I think that you’re a very good person. I want you to know that you’re very important to me. And that I like you very much.”

Hyrule nods, biting his lip harshly. Does he say he likes you back? Isn’t that just confessing? But you said you liked him. As friends, he’s sure.

“You’re overthinking.” You pout. “I just said that I like you and you’re not going to say anything.”

“Uh... I like you to.” Hyrule strangles out. “You’re important to me too. I treasure you.”

You pause and grin. “In that case, would you be willing to go with me to town tonight? I heard that had a great place to get some food at and I wanted to try it.”

His heart melts. You’re so precious. “Of course. I’d love to go with you.”

You jump in place excitedly and move in to kiss his cheek again. “Great! It’s a date!”

You dash away with wink and a throw of your hips. Hyrule watches you move away from him. He’s vaguely ware that his jaw is open and that he pays a little to much attention to the way you move, but you’ve once again mamabged to catch him off guard.

He thinks he loves you.

A sigh leaves his lips before he can stop himself. How can he deny you of anything? If you wanted him to go with you to into town he would have done so in a heart beat- wait-

Date?!

Time

Something changed between you and Time after that day.

At first you didn’t want to think too much about it. Your crush on the man wasn’t going to get in the way of being peaceable with him So what if he called you pretty and lovely. It have to mean anything. And you’re sure that it was because of that dumb game the boys were playing anyway.

But he’s taken to... being a little more physical with you.

It’s subtle but you’re almost certain that you’re almost always within arms reach of the man.

When you’re walking, he’s there ever so slightly brushing your hand with his as you walk.  If you eating, you’re next to him- almost thigh to thigh. You think you’re even sleeping closer to him nowadays.

The thought makes your mouth go dry.

To make matters worse you think that your crush is only growing more and more obvious. Does he know? Is that why he’s doing this? Or are you doing this? That’s a mortifying thought.

“Wait.” Time stops you from going forward.

You freeze in place and looks up at him. “Yes?”

He smiles and leans downwards, reaching just a bit top pluck a wayward leaf from your shirt. The gently tug by your side causes you to hold your breath. Time doesn’t seem to notice the way you hitch your breath. “You had a straggler.” 

“Thank you.” You take the leaf, brushing you fingertips with his. He tilts his head, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear. “You’re welcome.”

Time smiles and turns to leave.

You can’t take much more of this tip toe game. You need to get to the bottom of it. Either he takes further or he ceases entirely. You’re heart is going to combust if nothing changes.

“Link.” You grab his hand. “Can I ask you something?”

Now it’s his turn to freeze. “Of course.”

“You once called me pretty.”

“I did.”

“Did you mean it?”

“I did.”

“You once called me lovely.”

“I did.”

“Did you mean it?”

I did.”

You stomp your foot and pull him towards you. You’re entirely sure why you did it. “Why?” You ask him. “You’ve never said that to me before.”

That seems to throw time for a loop. you think you catch his eyeline dip to where your lips ear instead of looking you in the eye. “Because it’s true.”

“And the boys didn’t tell you to do that?” You raise an eyebrow.

“That would be cruel.” Time says. “I may have lost the game that day but I have been tell you that for a while now.”

“Do you mean that?” You lean into his space.

He looks away. You can see the way his jaw clenches.

“Link.” You press. “Would you have told me that?”

He doesn’t answer as quickly as you’d like.

You let him go and sigh- ignoring the hurt you didn’t know it would cause. “Alright.”

You start to walk away but he pulls you back. It’s rougher than he intends and you crash against his chest. “Please.” He says. “I’m not one to speak easily. I...wanted to... But I don’t know if I ever would without the push.”

You hum and rap your arms around his neck. “In that case...Is this ok?”

He nods and chances a kiss to your forehead. “Is this ok?”

“Absolutely.” 

Four

Four was walking on clouds for the rest of the week.

The memory of you kissing his cheek was on replay the entire time. The spot still tingled with the sensation whenever he thought about it. Because of it, he was having harder times concentrating and found himself staring at you from a distance with soft features and smitten gazes.

It was beginning to get on the nerves of those in the know.

“Is anyone going to do something about this?” Hyrule asks quietly, away from ear shot. “He’s been all smiles for days. Was this supposed to happen?”

“Well...” Warrior scratches the back of his head. “Yes and no. Did anyone see up close what they said to him?”

“Nope.”

“I didn’t.”

“Not a clue.”

“I got a picture.” Wild speaks up with an ear to ear grin. “I was hoping someone would notice. I’ve been holding onto this.”

The boy instantly crowd around the boy. “Show us! Show us!” They cry. “We want to know.”

With a smirk, Wild pulls up the photo taken at just the right moment. Your eyes are closed where as Four’s are wide open. Your lips are placed delicately on his cheek. Shock covers the entirety of Four’s face but you couldn’t seem to care less about your actions.

“Oh.” Hyrule clears his throat a bit. “That explains a lot actually.”

Warrior whistles. “No wonder his head has been up in the clouds. I didn’t know the boy scored.”

Wild shuts it off before anyone can get near to see his blackmail treasure. “You’re welcome.”

You jumped next to the boy, startling them all. “Whatcha looking at?”

“AH!” Wild manly screams. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Hyrule snickers at the timing.

“Wild showed us a picture of The Lord of the Mountain, he calls it.” Warrior shrugs, seemingly nonplused by the interruption. “I’ve never seen a creature like it. I wouldn’t be able to tell what it is truly, except a once in a lifetime creature.”

Wild nods in haste. While it was a lie, Wild had shown Warrior a picture of the same creature earlier that week. He licks his lips in an subconscious tell. “Did I show you? I don’t remember.”

You shake your head and lean over to see it.

Wild panics a bit, hoping that you don’t see the picture in the icons in the sides. He pulls it up and you ‘ooo’ and ‘aaa’. “Pretty.”

“Not as much as you.” Four speaks as he passes, not missing a beat.

You jump, not dissimilar to how Wild did moment prior and your attention snaps to the blacksmith as he walks away. “Hey!” You call out, a flushed look to your cheeks. “That’s not fair!”

“But it’s completely true!” He calls back.

“Oh my goodness...” You huff but don’t seem to mind it too much. “He’s been doing this more often even since you all played the stupid game. I have to catch up with him. Very nice, Wild. Thank you for showing me.”

You leave quickly, attempting to catch up with Four. “I can’t believe you, cheater! Didn’t you say that it was only when Legend was nearby-”

“I couldn’t keep myself from being honest.” Four reaches for your hand and laces your fingers together.

The other boys stare in astonishment, watching them get further and further away.

“Oh that’s our fault.” Warrior blinks.

Hyrule and Wild nod in tandem. 

“But they look happy at least.”

Wild

You and Wild walk away for a while. Neither of you say anything until you both find a nice clearing amongst the forest flowers.

“Ooh, pretty.” You beam and let go of Wild to pick some of them up.

Wild watches you blissfully, happy that he hadn’t made a total fool of himself. “We can press them in a book, if you’d like?”

You snap your head back to him and nod. “I used to do that back home with my mother. But I had to stop when she got sick.”

“Yeah?” Wild sits down next to you. “Well we can save the flower in my sheikah slate if you’d like. They’d last longer until we can find a good book to use.”

“You’d let me.” You turn to him and lean in close. “Are you sure?”

Wild narrows in on the distance that remains and nods, swallowing hard. “Of course.”

“You’re very kind.” You smile, watching his every reaction. “And you know... I wanted to ask you something.”

You lean away. Wild breathes as if he hadn’t been able to do that the entire time. “What is it?”

“I wanted to know why the boys told you to flirt with me.” You back your smirk.

Wild pales and finds himself falling backwards. Luckily, he was already on the ground. He manages to catch himself before he lose himself. “Um... I don’t know either.”

“I believe you do.” You answer simply. You don’t look at him, too enthralled with the flowers in front of you. “If only you wouldn’t react that way if you were clueless.”

Wild gulps again. “...They... you know how they can be.” He laughs, trying to play it off. “I think they were trying to pull our legs.”

You hum, and begin to braid the flowers together. “And that has nothing to do with you staring at me more and more?”

Wild pales even further, if it was possible. “I’m sorry.”

You laugh. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’m just asking.”

Wild looks away. His blush slowly begins to consume his face. “I can’t help it. You’re just... very pretty... and your skin looks soft... And you are very nice to look at...”

“You’re very nice to look at as well.” You say with a smile, not looking at him.

“I didn’t mean to be obvious.” Wild admits as he scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“On the contrary.” You pick up another flower and braid it into your chain. “I quite liked your attention.”

Wild freezes and shifts his vision towards you. “Oh really?”

“Yes.” You say with a smile on your face. “If you haven’t noticed I was trying to look extra pretty whenever you looked my way.”

“Were you now?” Wild leans a little closer to you.

You close the distance and flop backwards. Your head lands in his lap and look up to him with a wide smile. “Absolutely.”

Wild freezes again and slowly- every so slowly, places his hand in you hair, petting you gently. “What else did you notice that I failed to do subtly?”

“You always seemed to want to hold my hand and be near me.” You say confidently. You’re rewarded when Wild loses his nerve to look at you. You’re correct in your statement.

“Anything else?” He tries again.

“You’re very sweet to me.” You continue, placing your finished flower crown at the top of his head. “And I’d very much like to kiss you.”

Wild short circuits. 

You lean up close to his face and grin. “May I?”

“Yes. Don’t even ask.”

[windblume-wishes]

I feel like you all are in some need of Diasomnia family content so I shall happily deliver to you my dearest travelers~ So, here you shall have a sweet fic of Malleus and his brand new baby brother Silver.

𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

Malleus Draconia and Silver - I Loved You At Once

Warm late spring sunlight flooded through the open windows of the cozy woodland cottage Lilia and his new newborn son now shared together illuminating the entire living space in a warm yet soft spring glow. Lilia sat in his chair peering lovingly at his now sleeping baby boy as he slept soundly, he softly sang a lullaby his old, dear friend and princess once sung to her unborn son- reminding him of how he should probably inform Malleus of the baby as soon as possible, that is unless the chatty woodland fairies already blabbed to him about the surprise.

The old fae stood up smiling into the basket where the sweet infant boy dreamed the afternoon away. He had the sweetest face Lilia had ever seen, it was hard for him to hate the child even after knowing everything. Silver’s sweet face now sported a soft smile only a newborn could make- a smile so pure and beautiful that it could practically purify anyone with even a hint of darkness.

A knock then sounded at the door and the deep, smooth voice of Malleus called out, “Lilia? Are you home? Might I come in?”

“Yes, come on in, Malleus- but do keep it down, I just got him to sleep! Shh!”

‘Ah, this must be the newborn I heard about…’ Malleus thought to himself as he opened the cottage door and let himself in. “The woodland fairies told me you took in a child, a human one…”

Those blasted woodland fairies could not keep their mouths shut for the life of them, could they?

“Malleus, this is Silver! Isn’t he adorable~?” Lilia gushed like any new parent would over their infant. “Such a sweet little thing~!”

The draconic fae peered into the basket and stared at the child with confusion and a slight hint of what one might say is disgust. This was cute? What’s next, a sock eating troll would be considered a fashion model?

“It looks like a hairless ape- it’s so ugly one can almost feel sorry for it…” Malleus smirked, earning a slight slap on the arm from Lilia. “What? I was only speaking the truth, Lilia.”

“Be nice, you may grow to love him deeply, after all, I’ll be training him to be a knight for you. Oh! Yes! I must head off to go do a bit of shopping- turns out human babies cannot survive on flower nectar alone and require a thing called powdered milk- what an odd thing…” Lilia quickly gathered his list and money pouch before walking to the door with a smirk. “You will be on babysitting duty~! If he gets fussy, rock him and sing him a lullaby~! Bye~!”

“But Lilia! If I hold something this fragile I- he’s gone…” Malleus sighed but immediately turned to see the newborn stir in his once peaceful sleep and let out his wails of distress. “Oh dear… Silver, that is your name, right? Let’s not cry now- ah- I don’t know any lullabies- wait… maybe this would…?”

Malleus carefully picked up the wailing infant and held him as gently as possible, placing a sturdy hand beneath his bottom and one on his tiny back as he began to sway softly and hum a tune he did not know the origin from. Slowly but surely Silver’s cries softened and his beautiful aurora eyes gazed sleepily up at the draconic fae. Malleus made brief eye contact with the tiny human in his arms and offered him a smile before continuing his humming, sure enough the baby drifted back off to a deep sleep.

He sighed, finally the baby was asleep again- how could one simply awaken to wail their tiny lungs out and then fall asleep as if nothing had happened? It truly confused Malleus, but nevertheless he continued to hold the baby and stare at him, taking in every little detail. Slowly he laid the baby back into his basket bed and continued to stare at him- he noticed a small white spot on Silver’s pointer finger resembling what one May consider a scar, he brushed the idea off as it was likely a birthmark. Malleus brushed a gentle finger across his pudgy cheeks, earning an adorable squeak from the baby boy as he stretched a small arm up, eventually latching his small hand onto Malleus’s finger.

Malleus froze, the human infant held his finger as tightly as he could, smiling in his sleep. Curious creatures humans were, despite his hatred towards humans he was slowly softening his feelings of such hatred as the baby held his finger- one so small not fearing a creature such as himself, a creature of the night and a fae of darkness. Surely this human would grow to fear him and even Lilia, right?

No, Malleus shook his head, he likely would not grow to fear the darkness as such creatures were the majority in the Briar Valley. Though, it was obvious from looking at the baby that he would indeed grow pure of heart and full of light, those few seconds of staring into those beautiful eyes of his were enough for Malleus to see that much.

Those eyes, those aurora eyes… Why were they so familiar to him? Malleus shook his head, it was likely just a matter of his imagination, nothing more.

“So small and yet so fearless to have reached out and have taken the hand of darkness itself… have you not an ounce of fear, Child of Man?” He asked softly, knowing full well that an answer was completely out of the question from the baby. “Silver, I suppose it’s a better time than any to bestow a gift upon you, I hereby bless you with the gift of kindness, may you always find the good in everyone in this era of peace…”

Suddenly Silver’s aurora eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Malleus giggling happily, Malleus could not help but chuckle a bit himself, tracing Silver’s face once more with his finger.

“I see you have awakened to laugh before your future king, brave of you, beasty, let’s see if you are brave enough to handle a dragon’s roar and a bit of fire, hm?”

Malleus let out a draconic growl and a small puff of green fire before the baby, trying to be as intimidating as possible but he was only met with more giggles and smiles- how strange, humans would normally fear the roar of a dragon and the sight of fire, this little one seemed to take it as a form of entertainment.

“Beastie, I do believe I hate you for this… have you not an ounce of fear? I- more giggles, really now? Not even my fangs frighten you?”

Alas there was no fear from the baby, he just continued to laugh at his prince and reach up to him happily as if he could sense that Malleus was not one to fear but to love. Malleus smirked and gently wiggled a finger across Silver’s bare baby belly causing the most adorable giggles to erupt from him.

“You might just be the first human to not fear me, beasty… for that I must applaud you, being brave enough to be so carefree before me fufufufu~”

The door to the cottage slowly opened and there was Lilia with his baby haul smirking at the sight of Malleus being so gentle and loving towards the baby he just an hour ago gave a look of disgust towards. Malleus froze- immediately composing himself and pretending that nothing happened, not daring to look Lilia in the eye as he huffed a little in embarrassment.

“What’s that, Malleus? Can’t face me because you are embarrassed to admit you find your new baby brother adorable~? Hmmm~?”

“Lilia, that is not at all what- hmph- I suppose he is not half bad as I believed… I suppose I can stay a bit longer to um, assist in caring for this Child of Man…”

Lilia only laughed as he picked up Silver, gently swaying him in his arms and placing some kisses atop his soft, fluffy hair all while his baby nuzzled closer to his warmth, cooing softly. “Did you miss me? Yes you did! You are truly the cutest little thing, turning Malleus here into a softie, good boy!”

“Lilia, that’s not-” Malleus sighed and hid a smile, “I suppose arguing is pointless.”

“Good! Now let’s get him fed and in the bath! Now where is that coffee mug for me to feed him his milk….”

“Oh dear…” Sevens above help this baby boy survive Lilia’s parenting tactics…

[nikkialena]

That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Demon In Demon Slayer...

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you balance on a single beam of metal hundreds of feet off the ground, you tilt and sway playing a morid game of chance. High up on the rooftops of luxury-end buildings, at a party where you don't belong. It's a beautiful night in May, so you're wearing a short black dress that reaches almost all the way down your thighs.  Your long hair is flowing around you like silk in the breeze. There are several people on balconies looking at the view, but they aren’t paying attention to you.

As per usual, you could jump right now, and they probably wouldn't even bat an eye. That's how it's always been, nobody ever noticed you unless they wanted something, and even then it was more like a passing interest rather than genuine curiosity. You didn't really have friends here, or even acquaintances. You just existed....which is why you decided to play this game, see how long you walk on this tiny little beam before the wind knocks you off, you wobble and fall, or until you make it to the other side. But even if you made it to the other side you'd still need to cross it again, no one would miss you if you were gone anyway.....no family no friends, no purpose, you were just another face in the crowd none probably even knew your name.  Just another nobody dreaming of doing something great but became stunted by student loans, anxiety issues, and a crippling sense of inadequacy. You can barely do anything right. So maybe in death people will notice....maybe people will change, and become better.

And if it takes a sacrifice then so be it, with a heavy sigh place one foot in front of the other...but your ankles buckle and your body tumbles off the side sending you free-falling. The wind whips your hair into your face and the cold air chills you to the bone. For a second it feels....almost euphoric, you feel right and weightless in a way that you never had in life. As you plummet to the ground you close your eyes, the last thing to reach your ears being a soft shout of "Y/N". Look at that someone did know you're name, when you hit the ground you expect pain. But it never comes, instead, the ground feels soft...nothing like a city sidewalk should feel.

There's no honking cars or horrified passerby's screaming either so you open your eyes, looking around confused instead of the city streets of L.A. you find yourself in a lush forest. It almost seems familiar but you don't really know from what. You can just barely make out the sound of voices speaking above you, everything's blurry and unfocused as your eyes try and adjust to the dark, you feel yourself being hoisted up by a set of strong arms you're cradled gently, and being moved. "A-....yo- ight?" The voice calm and deep speaks but it's like your brain was scrambled all you could make out was a blur of blue eyes and inky black hair, "I-I'm fine" you manage to stutter as you blink a couple of times to settle your eyes.

Looking up you saw a beautiful man with pale skin, he was looking down at you with glass eyes, so beautiful yet so....impassive. You were momentarily stunned, so much so that you didn't hear him asking you a question..."Are you injured he asked" and you slowly shook your head. "Um" is all you utter before he notices the trail of blood spilling down your face, "that's a nasty head wound...I know someone who can help hold on". You try and do as he says, but you find yourself slipping from consciousness as your head became light. A sharp pain in your head startles you awake, and your eyes flutter rapidly as you try and make sense of everything. The man from before is gone, and you find yourself kneeling in a circle with six other people. Only they weren't normal people, not by a long shot, one of them the closest was tall with flowing ash blonde hair and the most peculiar Iridescent eyes, his smile was wide but.....not friendly it was predatory in nature.

"Y/N-chan Y/N-chan falling asleep while the Masters talking, how rude" he spoke in a low tone while he crawled towards you. Your lips parted briefly to respond when suddenly your face was splattered with warm crimson spray, as another one of the people kicked the other male's head clean off. You flinch at the sudden display of aggression and furiously try and wipe the blood from your face as the new male was grappled by another one and forced into a kneeling position, "Akaza......Douma....the Master has called us here for important matters, not another one of your senseless battles. Handle your issues later and stop interrupting" the tallest of the three males spoke glaring down at you with his six golden eyes. 

"Am I boring you?" A  smooth accented voice emerged from the darkness, you felt your lungs constrict as you took in the ethereal beauty of the man before you, he had piercing crimson eyes that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. A strong jaw that could cut glass sat under a flawless pale complexion with long wavy black hair that framed his face elegantly, it flowed down his back like ink spilling off a pen. Even his clothes were elegant, he had an expensive leather vest over a white button-up long-sleeve shirt, black slacks, and chestnut brown loafers.  He slowly strode towards you, lips set in a line and brows furrowed as he glared at you as if you were an....oddity.

He gingerly lifted your face with his thumb and forefinger to inspect you closer, taking in every detail of you with a slight tilt of his head. After a painstakingly long minute that felt like an eternity, he murmured, "I....didn't make you...who are you?"  You opened your mouth to speak when suddenly his touch became cruel, grabbing a handful of your [H/C] and in one swift movement yanked your head clean from your shoulders. He tossed your head aside like discarded trash as you gasped at your own body. Panic-stricken, tears well up in your eyes as you stared down at your own severed body, then up at him. He simply wipes his hand with a white handkerchief shrugging his shoulders and not even sparing you a glance "actually I don't care" is the last word you hear him speak before your eyes close. Your body lurches up and out of bed as you frantically grasp at your neck, sobbing and gasping for breath, you hit the floor and scramble into a corner eyes bouncing around the room as you try and piece together what just happened. 

Yet again you're in a different place, this time what appears to be a dimly lit infirmary, the sound of footsteps reigns in your senses as you look around for a weapon and settle on a glass vase. Dumping out its contents, you ready the vase and hide behind the door waiting until you see the first footstep through the door.  With as much strength as you can muster, you slam the glass vase over the head of the black-haired man you saw before, he stumbled a little bit clutching his head and you immediately feel remorseful,  "I-I'm so sorry" you whisper helping him to his feet only to be startled by a strange creature with body of a boy but the head of a boar charging into the room and running on all fours straight at you.

You instinctively pick up a glass shard and stab it before leaping out of the window, you slip and slide down the hillside before breaking into a full-on sprint. Where are you going, you're not sure but all you know is you want to put some distance between you and whatever that thing was. Although you don't make it far because you're not exactly in shape,  huffing and puffing you come to a stop at a babbling river leaning down to drink some of the cool water when you see something moving in the reflection. You pick up a sharp and toss it over your shoulder but the man from before catches it, "easy...if you move too much you could reopen your wounds" he spoke calmly slowly approaching you with his hands held out in front of him.

"S-stay back," you say taking shakey steps back, "you're hurt...you should be resting" he continued "I said get back" you shout weakly tossing another rock at him which he easily dodged. "You're hurt and confused you need to rest" he spoke softly stepping into the moonlight, as the light encased him you recognized him from somewhere, but you weren't exactly sure where. 

But Before you could put your metaphorical finger on where, you were tackled from the bushes by the strange boar man and your head hit the floor landing on a rock and sending you right back to unconsciousness.  Once again you woke up in a new place, this time somewhere in a forest. You stumble around aimlessly lost and confused until you misstep and fall face-first into a river, you flair about uselessly as the cold current hits your face and numbs you instantly. Splashing about as you try and fight against the current but you can't swim...and you'd never bothered to learn to because you were too insecure about your weight to wear swimsuits throughout the practice,  but now you're struggling for your life trying desperately to float or stay on the surface.

But the current proves to be too strong, and you're swept down the river like a ragdoll. Your arms and legs scrap against rocks and sharp thorns and eventually give way under the pressure of the current, you let out a muffled gasp before your body disappears beneath the surface of the water. However, as you sink below into the murky depths what looked like a thin black whip with a bone-like claw at the end plunged into the water.

Coiling around your waist hoisting you out of the water and carelessly dropping you on the bank, you gasp aloud coughing up water and sputtering softly as your hands slowly drag yourself further up the most muddy river bank and away from the cold river water.  "I see we meet again, I thought your scent smelt familiar..... you're a peculiar one huh?" A familiar voice spoke as you gazed up at the crimson-eyed man that had ripped your head off, "I-It's you" you wheezed rubbing your throat and drinking in air like it was your last.

"W-who are you?" You ask slowly repositioning yourself into a seated position as he glares down at you "I should be asking you that, I have no recollection of you, and yet my demons seem to". He pondered to himself pacing slowly, but your eyes were too busy tracking the whip-like tentacle slowly remerging with his body, what the hell was that? You thought and he peered over his shoulder at you, "It's one of my arm whips I have a question for you now, who are you, and where did you come from?" "That's two questions" you mumble and he glared at you, in the blink of an eye that same whip lashed out at you quick as light and you just barely managed to dodge. The whip effortlessly fell the tree behind you, then circled back around to wrap around your throat and yank you closer. The sharp tip prodes uncomfortably into the flesh of your chin as he stares deep into the very depths of your soul. 

"Do I look like the kind of man that enjoys  repeating myself?!" He yelled and you could taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue as his whip tightened around your throat painfully.  "I-I'm.... f-from California.... L. A." you squeak and he releases his grip, taking a step back as he gently rests his head in his palm.  "I've never heard of that place" he muttered to himself, "where is that on the map?" He asked turning his cold gaze to you once more, but you simply rubbed your throat and coughed. "it's like on the edge of America" you wheezed and he looked puzzled again. "America?" He echoed brows furrowing slowly, "what nonsense are you  talking about?"

He asked impatiently. "I've never heard of America or this" he scrunches his nose up as if disgusted "California...where did you really come from?" He hissed baring his sharp teeth, are those fangs? You whispered in the back of your mind, "yes" he snapped "Now answer my question" he growled and you flinched holding your head as if that would keep him from reading your thoughts.

"H-How are you doing that?"  you murmur mystified and he loses patience pinching the bridge of his nose, before you can even blink the whip is around your neck again. There's a flicker of pain and then your head's rolling down the bank into the river as he murmurs "I have better things to do with my time than waste it on an imbecile".

The next time you wake it's in the same room as you previously were, only this time you were tied down to the bed with thick obi sashes, panic began to set in before you saw something moving in the corner of your eye. "Oh good you're awake, It's been a day I thought you were going to be comatose" a calming yet slightly raspy voice spoke, blinking the sleep from your eyes you saw it was the same man you hit on the head with a vase.  You wince slightly as you see the slightly crimson-stained bandages wrapped around his head, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you" you murmured softly as he looked down at you with those hauntingly blue eyes of his.

"Don't worry about that I deserved it" he replied flatly "I brought you to somewhere unfamiliar, then barged into the room without announcing my presence, I  must have frightened you terribly" he spoke in such a somber tone that you felt worse.

"Um can you untie me please?" You asked softly and he hesitated for a minute before looking over his shoulder and nodding once, he then began to untie the sashes slowly as you simply watched. He was quite the handsome man, with his raven hair that spilled down his shoulders and back like spikey dark curtains framing his face making him appear even more imposing.  His skin was pale like snow yet perfectly sculpted and almost ethereal in nature, complimented by his long lashes and almond-shaped eyes he was quite breathtaking. Yet he seemed sooo.....stiff and unapproachable, "thank you" you mumble rubbing your wrist and sitting up as he finished.

"My name is Giyuu Tomioka, sorry I should've introduced myself sooner" he spoke quietly "I'm Y/N L/N....w-wait did you say Giyuu....like from Demon Slayer?" Giyuu tilted his head at you brows furrowing slightly in confusion, "um" he spoke scratching his cheek "w-well I am a demon slayer....a Hashira actually...b-but I'm not from any place named demon slayer...I wasn't even aware that was a place" he murmured the last part to himself. Meanwhile, your mind was reeling, how the hell could he be Giyuu from Demon Slayer? It just didn't make any logical sense, and yet....he was an exact copy of Giyuu hoari and all....He simply looked at you confused and you stared back unsure what was going on or how to even process any of it.

But then an echo of footsteps drew your attention to the doorway, "Giyuu" a feminine voice spoke making the latter flinch "I see you've released our guest from their binds....after I specifically asked you not to" Giyuu's eyes hit the floor and he shuffled awkwardly clearly unsettled. "W-Well I thought, maybe she wouldn't freak out as much when she wakes if-",  " but I didn't ask you to think" the woman speaks over him and he looks up at her for a split second like a kicked puppy then quickly averts his gaze again in a huff, "S-Shinobu" he murmured. "I don't think she's a demon", he whispered looking at you and then back to Shinobu. " Well she's certainly not human, no pulse, she wasn't even breathing till a moment ago", Shinobu speaks smiling at you but the smile is completely fake, it is obvious she doesn't like you. 

As Shinobu took a step closer to you, Giyuu stepped in her path placing his hand on the hilt of his nichirnblade as she mirrored him "I don't care if she's not a demon, the first time we get a glimpse of Muzan Kibutsuji and she just happens to be around? And he didn't kill her on sight, she's either a demon an abomination or an accomplice  either way she dies tonight." 

You flinched back falling off the bed she lunged for you but Giyuu swiftly blonde her blade with his own kicking her in the stomach sending her sliding back on her feet, "what was even the purpose of bandaging her up then?" Giyuu asked as you stood to your feet looking at the window and debating how far you'd get if you tried to run again, "well I thought we could wrangle some questions out of her but after thinking it over, I think I'd rather see her dead". 

"What the fuck!" You mutter and she looks at you with cold purple  irises glaring daggers, "sorry not sorry rather be safe than sorry you may not be a demon, but what if you're something new, I'd rather squash any new threat before it begins don't you think?" Giyuu blocked yet another slash heading your way and backed you closer to the window which you were preparing to jump out of, Shinobu then glared at Giyuu "you know I'm really starting to question your loyalty to the  cause, this is the second time you've defended a demon is this your subtle way of telling us something we need to know Giyuu?"

She spoke venomously while attacking relentlessly "she's not a demon...we're surrounded by wisteria if she was a demon wouldn't she be having some sort of reaction?" Giyuu tried to reason but Shinobu wasn't having any of it knocking his blade from his hand and striking at you Giyuu pushed you aside taking a slash across the eye, "Giyuu" you shout watching the blood pool down his face like a crimson mask you turn to Shinobu with a hiss somehow flinging Shinobu through the wall with a flick of your finger.

Both you and Giyuu turned to each other shocked and perplexed as Shinobu hit the wall and let out a  small groan "SHE'S NOT A DEMON GIYUU?" She hissed in angry sarcasm as both you and Giyuu bolted out of the window and just ran, but you were slowing down so Giyuu scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

"I-I didn't know that was gonna happen I swear" you said somewhat panicky to Giyuu as he gently set you down and peeked over the large rock to see if Shinobu was chasing, when he saw she wasn't he turned to you. "Answer me this one question" he spoke calmly "where did you come from?"  He asked and you looked down at your feet, you contemplated lying to him because you really weren't sure but he was the only one who hadn't threatened you. "I-.....I-I don't know, okay I woke up in a forest I think I might've fallen from the sky, I know that sounds ridiculous but I-I swear it's the truth" you plead as tears fall from your eyes and you began to break down in sobs.  

He gently rested a hand on your back and smiled gently at you, "I believe you" he murmured softly taking off his hoari and draping it over your shoulders, "why?" You asked confused wiping your tears and sniffling softly "I-I mean it happened to me and I wouldn't even believe me" , Giyuu simply washed the cut on his eye with some river water and tore a piece of his uniform off to wrap it up, "because I saw it happen" he peeked over the rock again to make sure Shinobu wasn't following once more but returned his gaze to you. "I was patrolling when you just out of nowhere fell on me from the sky, and at first I thought you were some kind of demon...but then you didn't get up, and you were injured and bleeding...and also you didn't attack me so I figured you're just a really strange person".

You feel somewhat relieved to at least have someone to rely on, but then you're struck again with the news....that somehow....you magically got transported to the world of Demon Slayer, what the hell am I supposed to do now? You thought clutching your head as Giyuu just watched you casually, "I might know someone who can help" he spoke snapping you out of your thoughts, "since when could you read minds?" You asked flabbergasted and he just tilted his head at you, "I can't I just thought you might need help, follow me" he said slowly and you tried to walk but your ankle gave out. You must have twisted your ankle while running, noticing this Giyuu offers you his back and you smile but hesitate, you're not exactly the skinniest girl...and you wouldn't want him to hurt his back so you simply shake your head "I-It's fine I'll just walk" Giyuu squinted at you before walking up to you and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing.  He then slung you onto his back where sat comfortably at his hips, slowly wrapping your legs around them and your arms around his neck, "you shouldn't push yourself when you're hurt" he spoke softly and you rested your head on his back.

Enjoying his warmth and the gentle beat of his heart as well as the soothing sound of the flowing water, it was strangely calming, "thank you Giyuu" you mumbled into his neck and his ears reddened, "don't thank me for simple things". You find yourself slowly drifting to sleep as you yet again awake in a different place, gone was Giyuu, and the forest was replaced by a bustling city herds of people walked to and fro as you stumbled about in a confused haze, out of the corner of your eye you spotted a flicker of teal and black checkered hoari. "Tanjiro" you shout and he stops in his tracks turning towards you with a scowl and placing a hand on his nichirnblade, "demon" he hisses and you flinch looking down at yourself.

You were in the body of [S/C] demoness with ivory horns spiraling out of your head, long [H/C] hair and a long thin whip-like tail. "Huh I am a demon" you murmur to yourself as Tanjiro looks at you confused, "you smell funny" he spoke and you gawked at him "well that's rude" you retorted and his brows shot up. "No I didn't mean it like that, you smell sweet and pure kinda like honey but at the same time like vinegar....I can't tell what kind of person you are".

 You opened your mouth to speak when suddenly Giyuu walked up behind Tanjiro carrying...your other body, "Tanjiro" he spoke before he glared at you and gripped his nichirnblade "demon" he hissed sliding your limp body onto the ground as both he and Tanjiro took guard in front of it. "W-wait Giyuu it's me Y/N" Giyuu's brows furrowed as he looked between  the limp body and back to you, he tilted his head sucking a breath between his teeth.. "Look let me prove it" you said confidently and then slapped yourself as hard as you could, but instead of passing out you just hurt yourself and looked stupid. "Oh right this body is extra durable" you took a step towards your other body but Tanjiro and Giyuu stepped forward in defense of that one, you took a deep breath and sighed "guys look, just slap that body or shake you'll see" they both looked at you skeptically but Giyuu slowly did as you said and gently shook the body.

The moment he shook the body you collapsed and woke up in the other one gasping for breathe and looking up at Giyuu, "see I told you it's me Giyuu", Giyuu's eyes widened in disbelief "t-that's.....h-" he muttered as Tanjiro too stared at you in wide eyed disbelief as well. He then proceeded to shake the demon body and your human body collapsed as you woke up in that one, "okay test ov-" you tried to say but Giyuu shook your human body and the other collapsed as you woke int that one. "Sto-" you spoke but got cut off as Tanjiro shook the demon body, "ENOUGH" you snapped and they sheepishly looked at the ground. "S-sorry" Giyuu murmured and Tanjiro apologized too, "what.....happened?" Tanjiro asked and you shrugged "I'm not sure one moment I was falling off a building-", "why were you falling off a building?" Tanjiro asked eyes widening in alarm you stiffened slightly eyes darting to the ground as you tried to think of a plausible excuse.

Reading your body language Giyuu gently rested a hand on your shoulder, "so what are you going to do now that you're here?" You take a deep breath and stare down at your feet as you curl into a ball, "I'm actually not sure" you murmur only now realizing the truth behind his words for a second you thought about doing what most people would do. Try and force change amongst the anime, but actions have consequences and who knows what would happen should you intervene with the way things are supposed to play out. But at the same time you couldn't just sit back and watch these people die, if you had the chance to safe them shouldn't you take it? You could always tell the hashira everything you know about the demons, boom pow hashira wipe the demons everyone lives happy ending.

But not for the demons, they too are victims of circumstance even Muzan, you could always tell Muzan where the blue spider lily is....after all even though he's a bit murder happy he's never been one to want to commit genocide or rule the world....you don't really know his motives besides wanting to live. And he may be twisted but he's not entirely evil, in fact, you clearly remember reading an article stating he didn't even want to create the demons....he's just doing what's necessary for survival. Isn't everyone at the end of the day? You exhale a deep breath and rub the growing headache in your temples, "I think..." you start but stop when you feel a presence in your head...Muzan is nearby, you're not sure how you know you just know.

And your thoughts when confirmed when Tanjiro visibly froze before growling, but before he could run off and chase after him you grabbed both his and Giyuu's hand "we should go" you spoke lowly "b-" Tanjiro protested but you gripped his hand tighter "I know Tanjiro I know he's here but trust me when I say, he will kill you before you can even think to grab your nichirnblade". Tanjiro fought and hissed trying to shake off your grip but he eventually conceded "but what about you're other body?" Giyuu interjected and you froze suddenly getting an intense sense of fear, Muzan stepped around the corner and your inner voice screamed run as his plume red eyes locked with yours "you again" he spoke coldly but you were already dashing away without answering him, Giyuu turned around to face him head on when you heard the familiar whistle of his whip cutting through the air.

Without thinking you pushed Giyuu out of the way and yet again your head went rolling from your shoulders, "Y/N" Giyuu shouted followed by Tanjiro's scared and panicked "MISS LADY" as you began to slip away into the other body you managed to croak out "just run". As you woke up in the other body at his feet Muzan looked at the decapitated demon's body and then down at you connecting the dots instantly, "you truly are an enigma, tell me what happens if I cut this body's head off while the other one is headless" he asked and you suddenly got a deep-seated fear  "I-I'm not sure" you whsiper unable to meet his eyes "would you like to find out?"

He asked pulling your head tightly, "leave her alone" Tanjiro shouted rushing in but Muzan swatted him away with one of his arm whips without ever breaking his glare on you, his eyes then darted to Giyuu who flinched and looked towards you then Tanjiro and finally back to Muzan as if debating on what to do. He then decided to go after Tanjiro seeing as Muzan had taken no particular interest in him or Tanjiro, he offered you a pity glance before running off towards Tanjiro, leaving you to the mercy of Muzan who effortlessly scoops up both of your bodies. A strange pluck echoed out and

 you found yourself being carried in an infinitely looping hall. You wanted to speak but fear had glued your tongue to the top of your mouth, you simply curled into yourself and listened to the echoing sound of his steps.  As he walked you into his study he tossed your demon body on the floor, you looked down at your second body sadly but took note of how quickly it regenerated its head, "I'm going to run some tests on you" he spoke at you in a calm tone, that left little room for argument. You nodded numbly at him, his perfectly manicured nails sharpened to claws and he scratched your forearm tearing through the fleshy easily, you yelped in pain as crimson streams spilled down your wrist.

You watched him as he watched your other body for some kind of reaction but nothing happened. He then walked over to a desk pulled out a notepad and began scribbling in it, he then proceeded to continuously inflict wounds on you. Nothing life-threatening just small cuts, scraps, and incisions that would heal eventually, he seemed slightly frustrated that pain inflicted on one body couldn't be felt by the other. His brows were furrowed but his lips were neutral, as the test continued you noticed that your human body too could regenerate or heal.....just a lot slower than the demon one, but much faster than a normal human being should be capable of. 

He wrote that down too, he made you swap bodies a few times by brutally slapping you across the face, and then he ran tests and diagnosis on your human body while you watched from the demon one, "it's like a shell" he murmured to himself "every time you swap bodies the other goes limp like a puppet without strings". "But unlike the human body, the demon husk moves around when you're operating the other one....how strange, it moves in the direction of your other body...I wonder why, I'm half tempted to make you switch and just watch what happens....but it's too risky I'd like to run more tests on you in the future....so I can't let you die yet. Speaking of death, it appears no matter how many times I rip off your demon head off it's body it just....continues on as if nothing's wrong...kind of like a few of my stronger demons" he murmured writing in his notebook.

As he moved to grab a different book his hand accidentally brushed your other body's breast, specifically its nipple which made your demon's body jolt up and tense momentarily. When he noticed this he tilted his head, gently grazing his finger across the human body's skin. You flinched again as you felt his warm fingers sliding along your skin, "huh" was all he murmured before slowly slipping his hands underneath the layers of your human body's kimono and giving it's nipple a flick. When you yet again flinched and let out a soft gasp he paused in his movements, "so it doesn't respond to pain, but it does respond to pleasure....interesting" he muttered, and then began to massage the other body's breast lightly.

You gasp and whimper shifting your demon body on the couch as he toys with the human one on the floor,  you hide your face in the crook of your neck to try and hide the embarrassment as you try and hide the soft moans bubbling within your throat. "Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way" Muzan muttered to himself, "Instead of an aggressive approach maybe I should try...." your demon body's back arched off the couch as Muzan slowly dragged his delicate fingers down your human one's stomach, and traced the outline of your lower lips through your human body's panties.

You felt a sudden jolt of pleasure course through your entire body as Muzan's fingers slipped under the cotton fabric, peeling back your lips with two of his fingers before gingerly rubbing your human body's love nub and letting loose that first little moan from your demon body's throat.  Your eyes squeezed shut feeling your breathing quicken as Muzan's fingers trailed slowly downwards until he grasped the sensitive nub and pinched it, making you let out another moan of pleasure as he then slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you.

Pumping his fingers slowly as your demon body writhed dragging your claws along the couch and shredding the soft cushion as he phantom-fingered you,  "host body is responsive to stimuli inflicted on hostless body" he commented looking down at his notes."I wonder if I could perhaps replicate this" he murmured softly "could be quite useful having a second throwaway body" he murmured to himself "although, it does seem to have a weakness to  pleasure...but I highly doubt anyone will be trying to jerk me off midbattle.....mmm however.....I probably should find a way around that....anyway". 

He said slapping your human body and waking you up in that one, "that doesn't make any sense, you wake in the other body when you die or when I slap you but not when I inflict pain......hmmm maybe it's because death is instantaneous and you don't necessarily feel the slap because technically your other body is in sleep mode.....hmm".   He paused in thought for a moment "oh well, I'm keep that body for research if you have a problem speak now" he said pressing the sharp end of one of his tail whips you your throat, when you nodded he smiled briefly "good girl, now get I've wasted enough time on you" he said and in the blink of an eye you were transported to a random spot in the forest.

"What.....am I going to do" you murmur sitting down on a fallen tree as you readjusted your kimono "good question what are you going to do?" Asked a strangely familiar voice, as you glanced over your shoulder you were expecting to see Giyuu or Tanjiro but was shocked to see the pale apparition of Yoriichi sitting next to you......what the fuck?

[books-are-escapes]

real love baby - j. s.

word count: 1.1k

it's a sweet summer night. you and the dags have some time off, so natasha and you suggested a cute, little backyard barbecue. there's a playlist filling the space on the house speakers. bradley's flipping burgers because he's a natural at making them juuust the right amount of done and juicy too.

you're in the kitchen with natasha and bob, helping fix sides. you settled to work on the deviled eggs because you, too, are a natural. natasha's on potato salad and bob's cutting some fruit. mickey's just happy for some genuine fun in his life, but cannot be trusted near anything that's supposed to be edible, so he sits on a bar stool, elbows on the granite counter top, bobbing his head to the music while his girlfriend sits with him, just as content.

javy, reuben and jake are in the backyard, tossing a football around. javy's girlfriend scrolls through her phone, checking her boyfriend's butt out every so often.

you have a small window right above the sink, giving you a sweet view of jake. his sunglasses are still resting on his nose even though the sun's nearly gone, his hair is still as gelled as ever and his smile is a big contrast to his tan skin. everyone knows, except for him.

natasha places her hand on your wrist, stopping you from filling the halves with the mustard and mayo mixture. "something's gotta happen here soon, this is getting sad to watch." bob chuckled, your mouth fell open. "that made me sad!" you pouted. "only speaking facts honey.” she shrugged. “i just don’t know what to do. i want him to ask me out, but i am so frustrated that he's not picking up on a single thing i'm doing."

bob kept cutting the strawberries, "men are stupid. so are boys. but men are too. sometimes we just need a large sign that says, 'we like you dumbass.’” he smirked as you laughed.

"yeah, that might have to be it."

real love baby by father john misty comes on. the guitar cues you in, you had just finished filling the eggs. hearing this song makes you want to just float around, there's some type of magic in this tune. you give nat a knowing look and start moving.

our hearts are free, so tell me what's wrong with the feeling

you carry the egg tray outside to the table, the rhythm settling into your hips. bradley's singing into the spatula. javy and reuben have their hands in the air and their eyes are closed as they sway. natasha had pulled bob out onto the deck and made him dance with her a little. none of us were sure what was going on there, maybe nothing? maybe something?

jake locked eyes with you, smiled real big, rolled his eyes and shook his head.

mickey and his girlfriend had begun to slowly dance together as well as javy and his lady. reuben came up the steps and wrapped one arm around bradley's shoulders and the two of them sang

i want real love baby. ooh, don't leave me waiting.

you had taken your phone out to record this moment as it was something that you wanted to keep forever. you had only recorded a few seconds, being sure you spent a couple extra seconds on reuben and bradley. you watched the video and didn't notice.

jake had made his way up the steps, after realizing you didn't have a partner either. "may i?" your mouth fell open, your eyes were wide as they looked from his outstretched hand to his eyes.

"oh! um... sure!" you set your phone down and wiped your hand on your jean shorts before taking his hand. he gingerly pulled you to him. this means nothing. you thought to yourself. his large hand was pressed flat on the small of your back, keeping your body close to his while his other hand still held onto yours. nothing at all.

your hand held his shoulder as the two of you stepped back and forth to the beat. you were so flustered in this moment, you couldn't bring yourself to keep your head up. jake, being hisself says, "why don't you want to look up at me?" you let a breath pass through your nose to represent a laugh. you figured you'd take another shot. "because i might fall in love if i do." your head was still pointed down, looking at your painted toes.

there was a long pause before he says, "look at me, please." his voice almost begged, and you obliged. big mistake. you were more right than you thought you would be. the way his eyes pressed into you and the way they bore into your own. "there we go." a soft smile graced his lips.

"oh jake," you patted his shoulder a couple of times. "if only." his brows furrowed. "what do you mean?" you breathed deeply, in and out. "i mean, i like you. a lot. and i want, i've been waiting, for you to ask me on a date. and you just haven't. you've been so oblivious and i'm frustrated with you but then you flash your smile and your green eyes look me over and it all goes away and then i'm frustrated again."

jake was stunned, utterly shook. he'd never had someone be so upfront with him. "wow." was the only thing he could say.

your head dropped, "worth a last shot, i guess." you mumbled. "hey." he said, your face lifted to focus on him. his eyes locked with yours before drifting around your face. "can i take you out on a date? please?" your heart went from the lowest drop to the highest mountain. "i would really love that jake."

his hand slid the rest of the way around your body, gripping your waist, it sent light tingles through your skin. you rested your head on his shoulder, taking in this moment with him. his cologne clung to his neck. he pressed the lightest kiss to your cheek before resting his head on top of yours.

i'm a flower, you're my bee. it's much older than you and me. i'm in love, i'm alive.

unbeknownst to you, natasha had taken your phone off the table and recorded you and jake as well. after finding out, you'd watch that video just about three times a day, remembering his hand on your waist, the smell of his cologne, when he pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek, how his jaw felt against your head, how real that moment felt.

he had taken you on a few dates, the first one was just some ice cream, then the next one was a drive-in and your most recent one had been a picnic on the beach. your relationship was growing. every day with him made you feel giddy, like a child, inside. yeah, jake was a natural flirt. women would eyeball him all the time at the hard deck, but the best thing, was he only had eyes for you.

[slafkovskys]

thinking about the panic cassie probably goes through when her baby calls sway dad

there’s just this invisible monster eating at her inside that she’s letting her kid call someone else dad, even though that’s exactly what sway has been for the baby

hell maybe she even books a hotel for a night or two, because regardless of the fact that cassie and sway have been together for as long as the baby has been alive (aka not long, maybe a year if that) the guilt of essentially lying to her baby and letting them think sway’s their dad is soemthing that eats at her

-🎪

and sweet little quincy doesn’t understand why she’s with her mom in a hotel when they could be home with the dude who always makes sure her bath is just the right temperature and shows her the sky every morning. jeremy tracks them down after two days (thank you so much kiley mcavoy) and he’s surprised that cassie actually opens the door for him. he sends her a gentle grin, “i thought that we weren’t doing this anymore, cass.”

“and i thought that it was my turn to run,” she turns her head when her daughter lets out a little squeal. she sends jeremy a quick glance before turning back into the room. the man catches the door before it can close and slips in behind her. she picks quincy up from the blanket she had laid out on the floor and avoids jeremy’s eyes when she speaks, “you shouldn’t have come.”

“haven’t you learned that i’m always going to?” like he hadn’t spent five summers chasing her before convincing her to boston. like he hadn’t worked his ass off to convince her that he had changed. like he hadn’t spent the last eighteen months since they had become roommates again trying to convince her that they could be good. she turns away from him when her daughter reaches for the man, “cassie-”

“we aren’t your problem and you aren’t her father,” the words cut through him like a knife. his arms fall slowly as quincy continues to stare her big brown eyes at him, confused why she wasn’t in his arms.

“dada!” she grunts, wiggling in cassie’s arms.

“i’m not her father?” jeremy scoffs, “i built her crib. i fed her food for the first time. she held my hand when she took her first steps. cass, i’m the one who cut her fucking cord when she was born. i may not be her father, but i am her dad.”

“jeremy-”

“no, you are not running from this. call kiley, call danielle, call whoever you trust to watch her because we are talking about this and whatever is causing you to think like that. we haven’t worked as hard as we have to give her something good to let it it slip through our fingers.”

[mcu-fan-fics-blog]

Remember a Time ix

Series:  (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 4), (P.t 5), (P.t 6), (P.t 7)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader ;)

(High school Au ) No Powers

Word count: 2218

A/N: Here is another installment I hope you guys like it. I’m slowly getting back into writing. I’ll see you next time hopefully with an update for Misunderstanding the Assignment! 

“What do you see when you look at me?” It was a simple yet loaded question. There was so much to see… Wanda had always been more than what the eye could see. There was too much context lost trying to explain it all in words. The good, the bad. The white, the black, the gray. You couldn’t look at her… that's why she asked. You settled for a simple answer. “Everything.” Time has passed and put your promise to the test. You showed up, but neither of you were the same. Maybe too much time had passed, but life as cruel as it was found a way to bring you both back into each other's life. “You’ve always known me better than everyone, even myself.” She was stating a fact that you weren’t sure was true anymore. “Stop looking away…” You couldn’t look at her because if you did start looking at her you weren’t sure you could stop. But she was Wanda… It wasn’t long before your eyes met hers. The first time in 10 years you let yourself fall into Her green eyes.

Wanda had this time obliged your request and from there on time started flying by. Prom came and soon enough you were sitting next to Natasha, her head on your shoulder. “This has been a very fun night.” You nodded. You didn't expect prom to go the way that it did. You'd envisioned things a little differently. But you couldn't complain Natasha was next to you all night and dancing with her was amazing. Wanda was there but she made herself scarce, You were thankful. You saw very little of her that night. Natasha knew that something had happened between the two of you, you didn’t tell her anything. Weirdly enough it didn’t feel right telling her. Natasha was swaying and tripping on herself so you took her to sit at a table. “I think you had enough of that punch” you chuckled. You saw Tony then Pietro spike the punch. “How about I take you home…” She was contemplating your offer. “Did she change your mind?” It wasn’t a reproach, just a question asked in a drunken stupor. “No…” There was no need to lie if anything what had happened steeled your resolve. “Then yes, you may take me home.” As easy-going that answer was, you saw that relief flood her body. You hated that you made her feel like that but all you could do was reassure her. You didn’t speak after that, you just made your way back home in silence. Natasha was out and in bed before you could even say goodbye. 

Yelena caught you on your way out. Well more so she was waiting for you cornering you if you will. “I may hate Natasha with every fiber of my being, but she is my sister.” She started not leaving any room for you to interrupt her. “Do you see what I’m getting at?” You nodded. “If you ever treat her wrong Y/n I will have no qualms in committing murder.” You were scared more so because she was being completely honest. “I like you Y/n, so I’m asking you not to mess up here.” You nodded. “I promise you to do good by Natasha.” She seemed pleased with your answer and started retreating. “And Yelena… I like you too.” She didn’t bother looking back. “Yeah of course you do what's not to like.” You chuckled and made your way back to your house. Tony was waiting for you sitting on your front door steps. “Can you believe that We made it?” You immediately recognized this not often seen side of Tony. You sit down next to him and lay your head on his shoulder. You sigh and interlock your arm around his.

“If I'm being completely honest, no I can’t.” He nods. “How’d we even get here?” You noticed the far away look in his eyes. He sighed and spoke his thoughts “It feels like a dream.” It was your turn to nod, there was no other way to explain what you were feeling. “I didn’t think we’d make it past fifth grade…” He was referring to your friendship. Tony was never a loner he always had friends, but fifth grade was a difficult year for him consequently for you too. “You were such a dick.” You conceded “You were forgetting about me…” He confessed quietly. You pulled away and saw the tears brimming his eyes. “That’s not even remotely true.” You assure him. “But, you were. I didn’t like how that felt so I made sure you didn’t.” You let him keep talking. “Wanda became so Important… And I want you to move on and be happy I do, but you leaving feels a lot like that.” You took a moment and turned to him. “I cannot physically forget you, you are my best friend. My brother from another mother.” He chuckled. “I promise that I will never forget you. And if you at any point feel that I am, please feel free to be a dick to me whenever you’d like.” He laughed this time. “We’ve come too far Tony, you and me for that to just go away.” You both sat there looking at the sky for a moment. “It will all workout.” You sighed and stood up. “Come on, I bought another lego set a couple of days ago. It should be in the garage.” 

Everything was starting to move faster and faster leading up to graduation. It was getting out of hand but before you knew it you were in line waiting to walk across the stage. You were all sitting on the edge of your seat. You almost rolled your eyes when the principal announced the valedictorian speaker. Vision… His speech was formidable, and you found yourself genuinely clapping for him at the end of it. After that it moved rather quickly name after name being called, and loud cheering from the audience. It all felt unreal, it would officially all be over in the matter of minutes. You saw them all walk that stage. First was Pietro; he brought laughs and cheers from all over the auditorium, his backflip being the reason. Then consequently came Wanda, she looked happy, her eyes scanned the audience and her eyes met yours. Her eyes watered, but they stayed on you. You gave a small nod and a tight smile and that was that. A couple of minutes later Natasha was walking down the stage and you could not look away, you didn’t want to. Her eyes found yours immediately she smiled and waved at you. Then came Tony who had nonchalantly avoided shaking hands with anyone on the stage just taking his diploma and walking off stage. 

As for you, you just took it all in. Took your diploma and smiled when your picture was taken. Then you saw Natasha and suddenly it wasn’t so overwhelming. It was something that you were truly looking forward to. It would be you and her for the time being starting this new chapter. If you were sure about anything it was that it would be worth it. The ceremony let out and you met with all of your family and your friends which at this point was only Tony and Natasha. Taking pictures to commemorate the day. You left with Natasha by your side. "You know that I never thought we'd get another chance to be friends." Natasha sighed. "I knew even back then that I'd most likely never see you in person again." You nodded listening to her talk. She had insisted on driving you somewhere special to show you a surprise. "Moving to Russia is not something a friendship usually survives. Especially not a childhood one." You nodded listening and hanging on to every last word. "I was scared..." She admitted softly. "That one day you'd stop caring for me, that you'd stop calling." You kept quiet knowing you didn't need to say anything. Listening would be enough. "And for the longest time it bothered me to no end." 

"And then, it was me who stopped calling." You nodded remembering the first month that she skipped all your weekly calls. It still stung, you'd had a crush on her already. "You saw through it Nat, It would've only crashed and burned." You tried to soothe her. She shook her head. "Where would we be if i didn't do that... And, you... You still called on my Birthday. Even when I stopped calling on yours." You'd made it to a small orchid with beautiful trees. You parked on the side of the door.. She rushed and helped you out of her car, she held your hand and didn't let go. "Before I left mom brought me here. Thinking back she was probably very much aware..." She looked thoughtful but didn't elaborate. You accepted her silence, not really reading into it, your mind too enthralled with the fact that she was holding your hand. It was a beautiful day, you still had time to kill before all the graduation parties began.  "I think it's here..." She mumbled. You were curious to find out what it was. 

Her hand squeezed yours when she saw what she was looking for. "Look." she ran her free hand along a tree her finger tracing the grooves. It was engraved. 'Nat + Y/n 4 ever' A nice heart encircled the two names. Natasha chuckles her mother definitely knew. "This... Wow." You were speechless. "When?" You managed to ask. "The week I found out we were leaving. It seemed fitting to do then." She smiled looking back at you. Your smile grew. "I'm only hoping it seems fitting now?" She asked suddenly, feeling self conscious. "We were totally in love with each other back then weren't we?" You say chuckling. She nods, but she doesn't say anything else, still waiting for you to answer. "I think this is very much fitting for us." She smiles lightly, biting her lip. "You think so?" You match her smile. "Yup" She moves quickly. Her hands grab your face as she pulls you towards her. When her lips meet yours it feels like the world stopped spinning, like the universe had been waiting for this to happen and it sighed in relief when it finally did. You didn't want to pull away. "You're telling me our parents knew we were gay?" She laughed in your arms. 

It was a beautiful day worthy of this moment. She was ethereal the way her eyes lit up just captured your attention, there was no other place you'd rather be. "I was crushing on you for the longest time." You confessed. "Really? You never said anything." She wasn't exactly shocked by your revelation, but she was curious. "Well, I wasn't exactly sure how to address the fact that I had romantical feeling for my long distance best friend that I talked to maybe once a month." She chuckled. "That makes sense... Before Wanda?" Wanda was still a sore subject for Natasha. All you wanted was to reassure her. "Before... and after." She nodded. "There wasn't a choice Nat. I'd pick you, I promise you from this moment on." She smiled. "Well if it wasn't obvious I too have romantical feelings for you too." You laugh. "I'd say you do!" You say running your hand through the inscription on the tree. "I want you... us, to have the love story we deserve. So I'll make my intentions clear." Natasha was confident now and you loved it. "I want you to be my girlfriend, I want to be in your life as long as you want me in it." You smiled. "I want that too." You said softly. "Good... But I want to do this the right way. I don't want to rush us." You nod. "I can do that with you. As long as I get some kisses here and there, You know every once in a while." She pretends to think about it. "I think we can make that work." You nodded, extending your hand for her to shake. "Well that settles it then." 

The night was still young, and you were very giddy. Tony was the one hosting the party everyone wanted to be at so your street was already crowded. “I’ll never get over the fact that Tony has this much influence over others.” Natasha mentions as she pulls into her driveway. “He’s a good guy, people wouldn’t follow him if he wasn’t. They follow him for the right reason.” You say. “I guess that's true.” You laugh. “Pepper will mellow his ego out, you’ll see. There’s no need to fear for the future.” You tease her. “Plus he’s made it very clear he’s not going to let us disappear from his life so, we’ll also humble him here and there.” She laughs. “We have a busy couple of months ahead of us so let’s enjoy this night.” You mention all the planning that needs to be made before you can actually begin this new chapter. “You’re right. I’ll get changed and meet you at yours in 20?” You nod. You practically skipped all the way home. It wasn't much distance but you skipped nonetheless.

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[geminisecrets]

Soul Meets Body

Warnings:  18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, I think that's it???

Word Count: 6.8K

Summary: Just a smutty, wintery, friends to lovers, college Sam AU!

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“You’re such a drag,” Sam slurred, finally letting go of my hand, before shuffling back into the mass of dancing bodies. ‘I don’t dance’ is the understatement of the century. The idea of moving my body like that in front of a mirror, alone, in my room, is enough to make me cringe, let alone on a dance floor at a crowded bar. 

There was no bite in his tone, but I rolled my eyes at him nonetheless. He’s known me long enough to know that it doesn’t matter how many G&Ts I’ve had, I will not be joining him on the dance floor. I stay perched at the high top table we’d been drinking at for hours, now. As I shift my hips, I feel the indent I’ve molded into the velvet cushion. 

What I lack in confidence and a carefree social presence, Sam more than makes up for. It’s been that way since we first became friends. I met him a little over a year ago through our mutual friend, Danny. Dan and I were in the same chem lab during our freshman year and Sam was his roommate. The three of us became fast, easy friends and our individual friends melded effortlessly into our dynamic. 

We find ourselves, now, without those friends for the first time on a Saturday night, maybe ever. Sam and I had hung out alone before, sure. We’d studied together, ran to grab coffee between classes, helped the other stumble back to residence after a night out, but we’d never planned something like this. I don’t know if we ever would, had this opportunity not fallen into our laps. 

“A bar promotion, Sam? Seriously?” I’d asked.

“Come on, I know it’s not really your scene, but it’s December twenty-seventh. Everyone else will be home for Christmas.” He whined, puppy dog eyes in full effect, as he kneeled in front of my chair. 

“Sam–” I started, ready to beg him to stand back up and not make a scene in the middle of the library.”

“Just go with him so he’ll shut up, please,” Danny whispered, nose shoved deep in his textbook. 

“The tickets are free,” Sam continued, folding his hands and placing them neatly on my knees. “That old guy at the radio station gave them to me.” I stayed quiet, eyes searching his as I considered the plea. 

Sam and I would be the only two out of all of our friends to be on campus for Christmas. I hadn’t been on speaking terms with my parents for years and his internship at the local radio station prevented him from taking any time off this season. ‘The newbies get the holiday shifts, sorry, kid,’ they said.  

I knew he was going to win me over eventually. I had absolutely no reason not to say yes. No plans, no family to see, no other friends around. 

“I’ll buy you as many gin and tonics as you can handle,” he finally said, wagging his eyebrows, “maybe more than you can handle, if you’re lucky.” A grin slowly spread across my lips as my eyes squinted at him, really testing the waters to see if he was serious.

“Fine, deal.” I caved. 

“Yes!” He exclaimed a little too loudly for our current setting. Danny shoved his shoulder, nearly toppling him over, as I slapped a hand over his mouth, giggling quietly in the crowded library. 

The more I watch him, now, the more I really do, for once, wish I was the dancing type. He looks so genuinely happy singing along and swaying his hips. Uncoordinated and awkward as he may be, he’s having fun. It isn't until one of the girls next to him turns around to back herself into him that I felt a different feeling entirely. As she swivels her ass back against him, his eyes shoot to mine immediately. 

I wasn’t expecting that. I barely have time to change the look on my face, let alone wrestle with the feeling in my gut before his eyes meet mine. My knee-jerk reaction is to raise my eyebrows at him and smile, giving him a weak thumbs up to show I’m impressed. He laughs, tossing his head back and mocking me with a returned thumbs up. 

I look back down at my phone on the table and contemplate faking an emergency to get some fresh air. When I chance a glance back up at the couple, I regret it immediately. The knot of regret in my belly comes from two distinct places. First, I was seeing something I really didn’t want to see: Sam’s hands wandering low on her hips, his middle finger tugging on her belt loop, pulling her closer to him with the rhythm of the music. Second, I was face to face with exactly the feeling I’d been pushing down since the moment I saw Sam walking toward me with Danny a year and a half ago. 

I’d been trying incredibly hard for months to compartmentalize my feelings for Sam. I knew he was off limits the second Danny had introduced him to me, but as cheesy as it sounds, the heart wants what it wants. I’d forced myself to look the other way when he’d smile at me. I’d told myself the way he touched my side was nothing more than a gesture. I’d pushed down all the butterflies I’d feel when he told me a secret or brushed his hair behind his ear. 

But tonight? There’s no stopping it. It hits me like a brick wall. I’m face to face with the reality that I’ve been falling for him all this time. It’s as I feel my heart rate begin to speed up and my breath come a little less evenly that I know I have to do something. Leaving isn’t an option. Way too obvious and I don't want to ditch him. I go with option two and order myself two more shots and a double gin and tonic. 

With a deep breath and a quick prayer that it wouldn't all come back up, I down the shots and the drink in the span of sixty seconds. After a few deep breaths, I decided to stop ‘being a drag’ as Sam had so eloquently put it. I brush my hair behind my ears and make my way to the dance floor. I keep my phone and glass of, now just ice, in my hand like some sort of security blanket as I weave through the crowd. At first, I was sure I didn’t want Sam to see me; I didn't want him to notice that I had ventured out into the sea of bodies. Of course I don't really know how this kind of thing works. I’m relying completely on the liquid courage to move me. When I assume I’ve made it to the middle of the crowd, I close my eyes and think back to all the cliched instructions I’d heard before. Things like: don’t move to the music, let the music move you. And, pretend no one’s watching. 

The more I feel the alcohol in my bloodstream, the more those cliches start to make sense. I sway there for a few moments, hips feeling the beat, before I feel a body press up against my back. 

“Sorry–” I start, turning around to see who I’d bumped into. 

“You’re good,” a pair of bright blue eyes replies, smiling. “This okay?” he asks, hands moving to my hips as he swayed us along to the song. I nod, a blush rising to my cheeks as he brings my hands up to place them around his neck. He hugs me closer as the song changes to something a little slower, the bass thumping so loudly, I feel it in my tummy. The song is something I’d heard before. A classic, but some modern, bastardized version of it. I smile thinking about how much Sam must be hating it. 

I continue thinking about Sam. As Blue Eyes’ hands creep a little lower on my back, I imagine they’re his. As the bassline in the song begins to build, I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and wish it was longer, softer, lighter. When I touch the tip of my nose to his neck, I imagine this is how Sam smells, warm, soft, and a little sweaty, but I press my lips against it anyway. I feel the groan vibrate out of his throat as his hands dare to dip into the back pockets of my jeans. 

My heart begins to race. Muted, thumping, and heavy, I feel it deep in my chest. Longing. Desire. Carnal and raw. I’m starting to understand the appeal of not being a wallflower on nights like tonight. 

“Sam,” I murmur. 

“It’s Ben,” he laughs. I pull back to look at him, humiliation painting my features. “It’s okay,” he says, lips at my ear.

And that’s when I see Sam walking toward me with a surprised smile on his face. He winks at me and backs away, but as soon as he does, I want him closer again. I want him to feel how I felt watching someone else’s hands all over him. The logical side of my brain tells me he won’t care. He doesn’t have feelings for you like that, why would he give a fuck? But, the very drunk, much louder, side of my brain is yelling at me to try anyway. 

With a smile, I look up at Ben and shake my head, “I’m fine!” I assure him. With my hands on his cheeks, I press my lips to his. In the back of my mind, I’m willing Sam to still be standing there. Ben gives into me, holding me tighter as his lips slot into mine. Getting brave, I lick into his mouth. 

“Mmph,” he grimaces, pulling back, “gin.” 

“Do I taste like a pine tree?” I ask, trying to taste my own breath. He chuckles and nods.   

“I hot pine tree, but a very drunk one,” he states. “Where are your friends?” he asks. I look over his shoulder to see Sam standing by the bar, fiddling with his straw, trying to make it look like he’s not watching me. I’m sure he’s imagining this is what it would be like to see a unicorn or, more likely a train wreck. Ben’s line of vision follows mine and when he and Sam make eye contact, Ben nods, signaling Sam to come over. 

What was supposed to be a sexy attempt to make him jealous now makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I feel like a kid getting in trouble. Sam sucks the rest of his drink down and abandons it on the bar to stalk toward us, a smug look on his face. 

“Hey,” he says loudly, over the music, “you good?” he asks. I nod. 

“I hope I see you again,” Ben says, kissing me on the cheek before meandering away from us. 

“What was that?” Sam asks. I bury my face in my hands and lean my forehead against Sam’s chest, groaning. 

“I’m so embarrassed,” I mumble. 

“What?” He calls, clearly unable to hear me.

“Can you just dance with me?” I look up at him, asking pathetically. 

He feigns shock and delight, gesturing to himself dramatically. “Moi?” 

I roll my eyes and make an attempt to escape to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrist and stops me. 

“Hey, hey hey,” he chuckles. “I’m teasing. Of course I’ll dance with you.” 

I let him pull me closer. The song changes again to something with a little more soul. Another classic, but this time with much less autotune and unnecessary techno- drum tracks. 

“Finally, someone in this hellhole has taste,” he yells. 

“Enough,” I laugh, hugging my arms around his neck. He reciprocates, holding me closer to him and moving to the beat of the music. I still feel a little stiff, despite the fact that I can barely feel my feet due to the amount of alcohol in my system. 

“You’ve gotta loosen up,” he says into my ear. His hands travel to my hips and he sways them for me. He’s joking at first, dramatically rocking them right to left, but when I pull back to look at him, his eyes are burning holes through mine. “Like this,” he says. He nods his head to the beat, lip caught between his teeth and hands at my hips again, this time taking another step impossibly closer, chest pressing against mine. 

I feel it again. The butterflies, fluttering so rapidly I fear I might vomit them all up. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on the way his hands feel on me. They’re warm and big and they’re slowly digging harder and harder into the skin at my waist. 

He’s signing along now and he takes a big step back, grabbing my hands in his and spins me around so that his chest is pressed to my back. Immediately I feel a shift in the energy between us. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the way I practically feel his heart hammering against my back, but whatever it is gives me the courage to test the waters and press my ass back against him.  

He seems to approve and shows me just that by bringing one hand around to rest over my belly button and the other to brush the hair over my shoulder so he can press his lips to the shell of my ear. 

“There you go,” he coaxes. 

That really is all the encouragement I need to let my hips move on their own accord, grinding against him slowly and as coordinated as I can. It takes all my focus to get the rhythm down, but the way he moves behind me helps me keep time. 

My right hand moves to cover his on my stomach and the left grips his thigh as I brace myself, letting him keep both of us upright. The hand on my stomach bravely slips under the hem of my top, resting just above my belly button. My heart is beating so forcefully that I’m sure he can hear it. I let my head loll back against his shoulder and as I look up at the bright flashy lights in the bar, I begin to feel dizzy. 

“Fuck, Sam,” I say, holding on to his arm a little tighter to keep my balance. I try to communicate that I need to sit down or go home or really be anywhere but here in this hot, crowded, flashy bar. 

“I know,” he says, squeezing at my waist again, misreading my signals entirely, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” My eyes dart open and at this point I’m sure it’s the gin messing with my perception. 

“Yeah?” I ask, standing up a little straighter, turning back around slowly in his arms to face him. 

“Shit, is it okay that I said that?” He asks, eyes searching mine, but his are just as glossy and gazed over. 

“Sam, I think we should go,” I say, convinced that he’s completely delusional and possibly even more fucked up than I am. He cringes visibly and runs his hand through his hair. “Come on.” I take his hand in mine and lead him through the crowd, past the bar and to the coat check. I rummage through my pockets, but realize Sam has our tickets. He reaches past me silently and hands them to the girl behind the counter. In turn, she hands us our coats. We shuffle past the group of people at the door and step out onto the street. 

The second we’re outside, the better I can breathe. The urge to vomit subsides and I can think a little more clearly. 

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” he winces, walking briskly down the sidewalk. It’s clear that denial and avoidance is the route he’s choosing and, truly, I can't blame him, considering that was the game I played with my feelings for him for as long as I’d known him. 

“Let’s Uber, please, my fingers are going to fall off,” I whine. “There’s no chance I’m making it all ten blocks back to my place.” 

“Just stay at mine, it’s only three blocks if you cut through the park,” he slows down slightly, allowing me to catch up. “Plus, nothing sobers you up like the brisk walk back home,” he explains.

“Fine,” I relent, not in the mood to argue, “but if my fingers freeze off from frostbite, you’re going to have to type all my papers next semester.”  

The walk back to his residence is, in fact, brisk. It’s also relatively quiet. Other than a few remarks from both of us about how cold it is and how much we wish we were already inside, it’s silent between us. 

I shiver underneath the awning of his building as he fumbles with this keycard. Finally, he swipes it and we’re inside. I follow him up the familiar path to room three hundred and fifteen. When he unlocks the door, I find Danny’s side of the room completely spotless. Bed made, desk chair pushed in, even his nightstand is tidy and clean. 

Sam’s side, on the other hand, as usual, looks like a bomb went off. There’s laundry littering the desk and unmade bed and open books and vinyl records covering every other surface. 

“Do you want the bathroom first?” He asks, gesturing to the tiny ensuite to the left. 

“No, you can go,” I offer. He doesn't seem to put up much of a fuss and grabs change of clothes before shutting the bathroom door behind him. 

I suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable. The room is dark except for the light from the street lamps shining in between the slats of the large blinds and the small salt lamp on Sam’s nightstand. I hug my coat tighter against me and sit on the edge of Danny’s bed. I do my best not to get lost in my thoughts as I hear the toilet flush and the water run from the sink. 

I hear it over and over as I stare at the mess of sheets and pillows on Sam’s bed. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” 

Surely he was just wasted and horny. He would have said that to anything with a pulse at that point. The more I thought about it, the more I could practically feel him, warm and hard against me as he moved his hips against my ass. The click of the bathroom door opening shocks me out of my own head. 

“All yours,” he offers, stepping into the bedroom in nothing but a pair of old boxers. Slut. 

Two could play this game. I hadn’t planned on sleeping over, of course, so I brought nothing with me. I rummaged through Danny’s drawers until I found a baggy t-shirt and take it with me into the tiny bathroom. I haphazardly rub at my face with what I beg, is a clean washcloth and some warm water in a very lame attempt to take my makeup off. Part of me knows I’ll regret even trying in the morning, but two AM me could not care less. I swish a capful of mouthwash around in my mouth and pray that does the trick for the time being. I look around for a brush after I change into the t-shirt, but can’t find one.

When I open the door to the bedroom, it’s a little brighter. Sam had turned on the small lamp on Danny’s nightstand. 

“Brush?” I ask, assuming that between the two of them there had to be one kicking around. 

“Top drawer,” he offers, gesturing to his dresser as he scrolls on his phone from under the covers. I try to ignore the way his eyes peek over the top of the screen and land on my bare thighs. 

I follow his direction and fish out a paddle brush from the drawer. Mindlessly, I brush through my hair and mosey back into the bathroom to drink as much water from the sink as I can before turning off the light and crawling into Danny’s bed. I reach over and click the light off, realizing that, thanks to the walk home and the bastardized nighttime routine, I’m feeling incredibly sober at this point. I thank God that I’m going to bed drunk, but wish I was fucked up enough to be able to pass out easily. I know that’s not going to be the case tonight. 

“Thanks for coming tonight,” Sam finally says. 

“Thanks for asking me,” I reply, stretching my legs in an attempt to get comfortable in the foreign bed. 

It’s quiet. Really quiet. I can’t hear cars or people outside the window. I can’t even hear Sam shuffling in the twin bed next to mine. All I can hear is the faint ringing in my ears and the sound of my own breathing. 

I don’t know what time I eventually fall asleep, but when I wake up, it's the first thing on my mind. Before I even open my eyes, I hear him say, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”  It’s still dark out. I lie still for a few moments in the eerie quietness of the early morning before I can’t take it anymore. 

As quietly as I can, I slip out from underneath the covers, grab my bra and top off the floor and zip my coat up over Danny’s t-shirt. It’s as I’m slipping my shoes on, that I look up to see Sam rolling over. I freeze like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar and hear the low, evenness of his breathing again, insinuating he’s fallen back asleep. 

I allow myself a good ten seconds to take in the sight before me. The only light in the room is emanating from the dim salt lamp on his nightstand. God damn him for looking so soft and perfect in the low, warm, pink light. His hair delicately falls onto his cheek as though it was placed there for a photograph. His bare back rises and falls slowly as he hugs the pillow underneath him. His lips are plump as his cheek, pressed against the pillow, squishes them into a pursed kiss. 

He looks so beautiful, I’m afraid that if I stand there looking at him any longer, I’ll cry. So, instead I click the door open. I think I’m in the clear until I hear him sleepily call my name. Fuck.

“Yeah?” I whisper, turning back to look at him as he squints up at me, the harsh fluorescents from the hallway tarnishing the picture painted by the warm light of the lamp. 

“Where are you going?” He whispers. 

“Um–” I start. 

“You don't have to go,” he grumbles, sitting up. 

“No, Sam it’s okay, go back to–” 

“I can’t go back to sleep thinking you’re leaving because of what I said,” he confesses. He looks so gentle and genuine and docile sitting in the mess and tangle of blankets. I sigh and close the door behind me, accepting that I won’t be escaping easily tonight. 

As I drop my bag back on Danny’s desk chair, Sam turns the other lamp on, illuminating the room further. I can see him more clearly now. I can see the sleep in his eyes, but there’s an urgency behind them, like his mind is far more attentive than his body is at this hour of the night. 

He leans back against the wall, facing Danny’s bed, sheets covering him from the waist down. I can feel his eyes track me as I shrug my coat off, left once again in only Danny’s oversized t-shirt. I crawl into Danny’s bed and mirror his position. Facing him with the covers pulled up around my hips. It’s quiet for a moment, but the silence is saying so much. 

“I thought you were just wasted,” I grin, unable to make eye contact. He breathes a laugh out of his nostrils. 

“I was,” he confesses, “but…I stand by it. I’ve thought about pretty much that exact scenario quite a few times.” I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I pull my knees up to my chest and cross my arms over them. I rest my chin on my forearms and look directly at him, hoping that by making myself smaller, I can hide away from the very real panic bustling up my chest. “Please say something, you’re killing me, here,” he laughs uncomfortably. 

“I have too,” I finally admit. His face lights up at that and I feel my heart start to pound. I imagine it keeping time with his, the beats in sync with one another. 

“Yeah?” He smiles. I nod. “Cool.”

“Cool.” I echo. It’s quiet again and I can't help but notice the way he’s shifted in his bed, the blankets falling lower on his torso. 

“I really want to kiss you,” he admits, boldly. “Can I kiss you?” 

I nod again. “Yeah, you can kiss me.” When he doesn't move, I begin to feel dread rise in my throat before he says:

“I wanted to make a move but… you’re gonna have to come to me,” he says. “Don’t think I could, in good conscience, make out with you in Danny’s bed.” I laugh and throw the cover off of my legs, sliding off of the bed and taking the three steps over to Sam’s. He welcomes me by lifting his duvet, making room for me to join him under the covers. 

“Better,” he says, once we’re side by side. His hand reaches out to cup my cheek and he shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief as he leans in to press his lips against mine. 

Everyone always describes magical first kisses with someone as fireworks, but this doesn't feel explosive at all. It’s hot, yes, I’m warm all over, but I’d describe the heat more like lava. It’s slow, languid, all consuming. His hand moves from my cheek, around to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, guiding me. 

Our kiss breaks with a smacking sound. “Sam?” I murmur. He hums in reply. “What about Danny?” 

“You’re thinking about Danny right now?” He pulls away to look at me, hand still in my hair. I can’t help but laugh, lips hovering over his. 

“I just– I don't want to fuck things up with our friends.” I admit. “Like will things be weird when everyone’s back?” 

A sly smile grows on his lips. “They already know.”

“They– how?” I ask, pulling back to see his face clearly. 

“No, not about– this–” he gestures between us, “but Danny definitely knows how I feel about you.” 

“Oh,” I smile. “Okay, and he wasn’t weird about it?” 

“Who do you think gave me the idea to beg you to go with me tonight?” He asks. That’s all the validation I need before climbing into his lap and kissing him again. The sound that comes from the back of his throat as I straddle his hips is enough to bring me to my knees. His hands grab at my waist as mine tangle in his hair. I can’t help but smile to myself as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. It was starting to get pathetic, the amount of times I’d dreamt of this moment with Sam. 

The kiss gets heavy fast as I test the waters by ever so slightly swiveling my hips in his lap. His lips move to my neck as his hands on my waist replicate the motion by moving them himself. I can’t contain the huffs of air coming from my open mouth as he controls my hips just like he had when we were dancing at the bar.  

“Oh my God, Sam,” I whisper. He responds by biting into the flesh at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. 

“Lay down for me?” He asks quietly. I obey, climbing off his lap and resting my head on his pillow. 

“This okay?” I ask, lifting the baggy t-shirt up above my belly button, implying that I’m ready to take it off. Sam kneels above me, straddling my hips, looking down at the exposed skin and reaching out to touch. 

“What if I wanna do that part?” he asks. 

“You wanna take my shirt off, Sam?” I tease, returning the smile. He nods, reaching for the hem. 

“Um–” I take his hand in mine, stopping his actions. “Where are your manners?” His lips part like he’s about to speak, but then shut into a sly grin. 

“Well, excuse me.” He puts his hand on his chest, sinking down to sit on my thighs that are spread slightly below him. “Not very polite of me, was it?” He takes my hands in his and lifts them above my head until they’re pinned against the pillow. His lips hover centimeters from mine when he says, “May I, pretty please–”

“–with a cherry on top–” 

“–with a cherry on top, see your beautiful body?” 

“‘Course you can.” I smile, pursing my lips out to reach his. He kisses me back with fervor, hands trailing down my arms and down to my sides, sliding under my shirt. His hands are warm and calloused, but not rough like I’d expect a musician’s to be. He keeps kissing me as his hands explore my torso, finally cupping my breasts. I break the kiss with a gasp as he kneads them roughly, lips moving back to my neck. I hum out my satisfaction as he contrasts the firm grasp he has on me with gentle, wet, sucking kisses to my neck.  

His hands begin their path south as do his lips. I arch my back to accommodate him pulling the t-shirt over my head to toss onto the floor. 

“Perfect,” he mumbles, looking me over and leaning back down to press kisses to my sternum and down to my belly button. The fingers of his left hand move to hook into the waistband of my underwear and I feel panic rise up in me. 

“Wait, wait,” I gasp, grabbing his hand. Sam pulls away to look at me, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “I just… I’ve never…” 

“Oh, shit I’m sorry,” he tries to understand. “Oh, that’s okay, we don’t have to–” He sits up immediately, wiping the spit from his chin and running a hand through his hair. 

“No, no, I’m not, like– I’m not a virgin, I just,” I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the words that are about to come out of my mouth. “No one’s ever–”

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?” He asks. I shake my head. “Ever?” He clarifies. 

“I mean I guess I don’t blame my boyfriend in highschool and the guy I was seeing last year just said he wasn’t into it,” I shrug. 

“But he probably expected you to blow him, right?” Sam asks, leaning back in toward me, his elbow resting on the bed between my hip and the wall. 

“Yeah, I guess. We didn’t date for that long, though, and–”

Sam interrupts me with a call of my name and then proceeds, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do, but,” his eyes wander up and down my body and his hand sneaks below the fabric of my shirt, toying with the elastic of my underwear. “I really want to go down on you.” I feel the heat in my cheeks and I know I must be bright red. 

“You want to?” I question, finding it hard to believe. “I thought guys just put up with doing it. Like it was a chore or something.” The smirk that slowly rises to Sam’s lips will be permanently etched into the fabric of my mind. 

Sam clicks his tongue disappointedly, sitting up to hover over me once again. “You were wasted on such selfish lovers,” he says, lowering his body down on top of mine and kissing the skin just above my breast, his lips trail higher and higher, sucking a line of kisses up to my ear before whispering, “can I show you?” he asks, “can I show you how good it can be? For both of us?”

“Okay.” I breathe, tilting my hips up to grind against his, showing him how much I want just that. He groans into my neck as he grinds his hips down to meet mine. I can feel how hard he is and it makes me dizzy with desire. “Okay I want you to.”

“Promise me,” he confirms. 

“I promise,” I nearly laugh. “Believe me, I want you to.” 

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “Thank you,” another kiss to my jaw, “thank you,” kiss, “thank you,” kiss, until he’s pressing the most gentle pecks to the skin above my belly button. He looks up at me beneath his eyelashes and I can’t quite see him over the swell of my breasts, so I shift up onto my elbows, gaining confidence. 

“You look good between my legs, Kiszka,” I smirk as he, once again, hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down my thighs. Gently, he spreads my knees apart and gets down on his stomach between them. The confidence I had built from Sam practically begging to eat me out shrivels and dies the second he’s face to face with the most intimate part of me, but once again dissipates as he presses kisses to the insides of my thighs and pubic bone. 

“You look pretty good from this angle, too.” He says before finally licking one slow stripe up my center. He closes his eyes and I thank God because I’m sure the way I’m practically drooling and sweating watching him do this is the farthest from sexy I could get. Slowly and methodically, he licks up and down my center, getting me used to the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive skin. 

Just when I’ve started to collect my breath, he flattens his tongue and adds more pressure to his licks, flicking his tongue up at the end as he reaches my clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” my hips jump away from the mattress at the feeling of the tip of his tongue teasing me. His right hand moves from where it was at my side to flatten over the skin below my belly button, attempting to hold me still against the bed. 

He surprises me by alternating licks with gentle sucking my clit between his lips. I squirm underneath him, releasing my elbows from underneath me, no longer strong enough to hold myself up when I feel his finger slip between my folds. 

His lips and tongue focus on drawing firm, wet circles around my clit as his finger slowly slides into me. 

“I need you, Sam,” I moan with my face turned to the side, voice muffled into the pillow. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Gonna make you cum first, gorgeous,” he says, “can you do that for me?’ I nod. “Tell me,” he pleads, “tell me you’ll cum for me.”

“I will,” I promise as he adds another finger.

“You will what?” he taunts. 

“I’ll cum, I’ll cum,” I huff as his fingers pick up speed. 

“Cum for who?” He continues his interrogation. 

As I’m about to answer, he curls his fingers upward inside me, causing me to gasp and yell, “you! Fuck, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Alright, alright, no need to shout,” he grins, using his lips to return to the work he’d started on my clit. 

“Fuck you,” I groan with absolutely no malice, gripping the sheets in my hands as he licks and sucks at me.

I know he can tell I’m close by the way he keeps his pace with his fingers and tongue and I cum around his fingers moments later. 

“Thank you,” I breathe as he kisses my thighs while I come down. “Come here,” I reach out for him. He crawls up beside me and kisses my cheek. I turn my face to the side and catch his lips in a kiss. I move to sit up and he makes room for me to press him back against the foot of the bed, straddling his hips. 

“I don’t think we’re very fairly matched here,” I say looking down at the layer of fabric between us.  

“Allow me,” he says, reaching down to pull his boxer briefs off. 

“Ah, ah, ah–” I stop him. “What if I wanna do that part?” I parrot his sentiment from earlier. He crosses his arms behind his head, fully relaxing into the mess of sheets and pillows underneath him. 

“By all means,” he smiles up at me. I lean down to kiss his lips as my hands palm the hard bulge between his legs. He moans into my mouth as I squeeze and pump his cock over his underwear before sliding them down his legs. 

My lips press against his cheek, down his neck and back up to his ear. “Are you gonna fuck me, Sam?” I ask, hand reaching back down to palm at his now bare cock. 

“Jesus,” he sighs as I lick the shell of his ear, gaining momentum with my strokes. 

“Hmm?” I press. 

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah I’m gonna fuck you.” I hum approval in his ear as I line myself up over him. 

“Gonna let me ride you?” I ask, teasing the tip against my center. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “you think you’re ready to go again? Not too sensitive?” he asks, reaching down to brush his finger over my clit. 

“Fuck you,” I flinch at his touch, breath huffing out of me in a laugh. He leans up to kiss me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth and his hand into my hair as I lower down onto him. I stay still for a moment, adjusting to the size of him before lifting up and back down experimentally. 

“Yeah, that’s so good,” he praises. I find a rhythm, bouncing up and down, feeling him slide almost all the way out before going back in again. I brace myself with my hands flat on his chest as he holds my ass in his hands and pumps up into me harder and faster. 

“Oh my God, Sam,” I huff, trying to catch my breath as he hits my g-spot over and over. I reach down between us to circle my clit, chasing the orgasm I can feel building again. When Sam notices, he sits up, causing me to fall onto my back on the bed as he repositions himself and before I have time to think, he’s moving behind me so that we’re both on our sides. 

“C’mere,” he says, taking my knee and lifting it under his forearm, spreading me open once again. “Can you hold your leg open for me?” he asks, pressing kisses to my neck as he repositions himself at my entrance. I agree, taking my leg, as he did, hooking in the crook of my arm. “Perfect, you’re doing so good. You’re perfect.” 

I rest my head down on the pillow as he slips back inside of me, finding that same rhythm, but this time, snaking his hand down under my arm to touch me. I feel his lips at my ear as he rocks his hips against me, dragging his cock in and out and this new angle feels even better. I know I’m not far from another orgasm, and that’s confirmed when Sam’s fingers trace down my stomach and start to circle my clit. 

Our breaths become more and more ragged and desperate as we climb toward release together. 

“I’m gonna cum again, Sam.” I whine, clenching around him and before I know it, that warm, tingly euphoric feeling is washing over me. Sam moans and curses, face buried into my hair as he pulls out and finishes in his hand. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, and it’s quiet for a few moments before he brushes my hair to out of my face and presses soft kisses to the back of my neck. 

“I don’t think I have the energy to change these sheets,” I admit. 

“Oh absolutely not,” he agrees. 

“Don’t tell Danny?” I suggest, motioning to Danny’s bed, implying that it’s a more suitable option for us tonight. 

“Don’t tell Danny.” Sam laughs in agreement. 

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