#how do I even lose my water bottle? people don’t lose track of things like that I’m just bad at being human

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

guy who’s bad at regulating his emotions over losing items when he misplaces his water bottle

[taeyongdoyoung]

chase and attract

summary: your best friend decides to fulfil yet another one of your freaky shared fantasies... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to ??? warnings: cnc/primal play, chasing in a forest, public indecency but there are no witnesses, fingering, finger-sucking, doggystyle, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, reader wants to use the safeword but doesn't, reader experiences subdrop, insecurities, crying, aftercare, pet names, the word daddy is mentioned but after they're done having sex, discussion of future scenario 👀 author's note: hello hello, this is the second part of my wolf & bunny series, i think i'll write one more to tie up the loose ends 🤍 part one & part three word count: 1.7k

After a number of discussions and precautions, you and Chan are finally ready to embark on your next sexscapade. He's reassured you multiple times that he knows the forest well enough that you won't get lost and as a safety measure, he brought a compass and his phone. You purposefully leave yours in his car to further heighten the feeling of danger you two had in mind.

“Are you ready?” Chan asks you gently.

“Kinda. I'm really nervous, Chris,” you confess, your hands shaking in your lap as you are still sitting in the passenger seat.

“Remember that you can stop this at any moment, right?” he reminds you sweetly.

“I know that,” you sigh. “But I want this, I really do.”

“Okay, then, there's nothing to be nervous about. You know I'll keep you safe. Always, yeah?”

You nod, trusting him completely, despite how insane this whole thing might sound to a stranger. You are fully aware that Chan has your best interest at heart.

“I'll give you a five-minute headstart this time,” he sets the timer on his phone. “Ready, set...go!”

You dash out of his car faster than ever and speed through the forest. You've got this. Last time your stupid legs gave out due to being in a box for too long but now you've trained for this moment for a week and you feel confident enough that you'll have a blast. Sure, you know that the point of this game is for Chan to eventually catch you. And boy, do you look forward to that moment. But the more you run, the more your heart will jump out, the more thrilled you feel.

You begin to lose track of time as you go deeper and deeper into the forest. Have five minutes already passed? You don't hear Chan's footsteps so either he hasn't started chasing you yet or he's going in another direction. Whatever the explanation, you keep running even though you're beginning to lose your breath. How much longer? You still don't hear him and you are in desperate need of a break. You should have brought a bottle of water. But carrying something like that would only slow you down. You're thinking too much again. You just want him to catch you already and fuck you until you can no longer think. Truly the best feeling in the world.

Finally, you hear leaves rustling. You don't hear his voice but you know he's getting near. Shit, what if it's someone else? No, that can't be it. Chan made sure that people rarely walk this path and it would only be the two of you. Still, you're terrified at the thought of someone other than Chan catching you. The mere suggestion of that is enough to send speed to your muscles and make you faster.

But all good things must come to an end (or maybe the good things are just about to begin...) and you are engulfed by a pair of strong arms. Before you can react or try to fight your attacker off, he's pressing his hand against your mouth.

“Shhh, don't scream,” Chan's voice is both a comfort and a threat, sending mixed signals to your core.

“Mmpf,” you struggle to make some kind of noise but it comes out muffled against his rough hand.

“This will all be easier if you don’t fight it,” Chan says soothingly and you shake your head in disagreement.

He momentarily removes his hand from your lip.

“Please, somebody help me!” you scream loud enough to paint the scene more vividly but not loud enough to actually attract attention in case a stranger passes by some forest. Which honestly seems impossible at this point. Chan really picked a very secluded trail.

“No one’s gonna hear you, sweetheart. And even if they did, do you think they’d help you? Silly little bun, you brought this on yourself walking in the forest all alone, wearing this dress…”

Fuck, why is he so good at this? You try not to wonder if he’s had prior experience with such a scenario or he simply just has great imagination to come up with such lines.

“Please, don’t do this,” you pretend to be afraid as your best friend pushes you on your knees and situates himself behind you. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Why not? I’ll fuck you so good you’ll want to brag about it,” Chan chuckles coldly and sticks his thick fingers inside your pussy unexpectedly.

“Nnghh,” you cry out and are beginning to lose energy of all the running and no longer feel like faking it, letting out moans and whimpers of pleasure.

“See? You’re all wet for me, so obviously you’re enjoying it,” Chan gathers the evidence of your satisfaction with his fingers and pushes them into your mouth.

You don’t need an order to know what to do as you lick them clean of your arousal.

“Fuuuck, good girl,” Chan praises you and briefly breaks character, stroking your hair gently.

Oh, shit. You think you’re falling for your best friend. But such thoughts will only bring complications, especially in the current context, so you push them down as much as you can.

Chan makes sure you’re wet enough by mercilessly stroking your pussy and finally, fuck, sweet finally, enters you from behind with his cock.

“N-no, d-don’t do this,” you scream and try to escape his strong grasp but of course, it’s no use.

“Such a useless slut, only good for fucking and nothing more.”

The degrading words sting but you’re trying not to dwell on it too much.

“So fucking wet for a stranger. Disgusting,” he says.

Fuck, this hurts. Not the cock stretching you out to the fullest but what he’s saying. Is it really true?

You want to say the safeword. But you also don’t. By the time you make up your mind, Chan has already painted your walls white and you are also coming with a shudder, loudly and devastatingly.

You feel broken. Bad broken. You want to go home and cry and sleep and eat ice cream. What went wrong? You were having such a great time. So why are you suddenly having such dark thoughts? And not dark in the sexy way…

Chan picks you up gently and checks up on you.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, I just want to go home,” you respond briefly.

He nods, quietly wondering if he did something wrong or if he’s just imagining the sad, empty look in your pretty eyes.

Chan helps you walk back to his car and makes sure you drink water and cleans you up to the best of his abilities with some tissues he prepared in advance.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks again as he parks the car in front of you place. “You haven’t said a word during the whole ride. Usually you have funny stories to share and…”

“Gee, sorry for not always being the class clown, I guess,” you snap at him angrily with an eyeroll.

“Okay, don’t give me that attitude,” Chan scolds you gently but firmly. “If we want to do this healthily, you gotta communicate with me. If I did something wrong or if you felt uncomfortable at any point.”

You shake your head, still in denial.

“If you don’t wanna talk, I won’t force you. But you gotta remember that you mean the world to me, yeah? Even if these games end, I need to have my best friend in my life, am I clear?”

You blink and finally gather the courage to look at him.

“I’m sorry, Chris,” you admit and burst into tears.

He pulls you into a hug and pats your back.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Well, the truth is I wasn’t all that into it when you said that thing about me being useless, only good for fucking and disgusting,” you confess.

“Oh, babygirl, you know I don’t mean these things. I only said them ‘cause you mentioned you’re into degradation.”

“I was, I mean, I am, but for some reason, it really hurt me this time, sorry. I should have said. I just don’t want you to think poorly of me.”

“Alright, first of all, stop saying sorry, it’s completely normal to get caught up in it and feel insecure sometimes. As a dom, I should have been more careful and checked up on you more frequently. And second of all, please, remember that you are very smart, sweet, funny and not to mention incredibly beautiful so there is no way in hell I think lowly of you. Now, did you put that down in your pretty brain of yours?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer enthusiastically and your tears have dried up, instead a bright smile appears on your face. “Thanks for saying that. I guess I really needed to hear it.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Just next time if you happen feel like that, say the safeword and talk to me. About anything, I mean it.”

“You too, Chris. I know that’s particularly hard for you to open up but whatever you tell me, I would never judge you.”

“I know, babygirl,” Chan chuckles softly and does something that further confuses the already blurred lines of your friendship. He kisses you on the lips, deeply and sweetly. Not like how you kiss your best friend but how you kiss a lover.

“Do you want…to come inside?” you offer, not knowing what exactly, considering you just ended a very overwhelming scene.

Actually, you know what you want. You want him to hold you, to watch a dumb movie and eat popcorn together. You want…more than you can have.

“I gotta get some work done,” Chan says with a wince. “I’m really behind on stuff.”

“Is it…my fault?”

“No way. I just can’t stop thinking of…our games even when I’m supposed to be working,” he admits.

Phew. You’re glad he didn’t say he can’t stop thinking of you. If he had, you wouldn’t be able to let him go to work.

“Right. Same here,” you reply dumbly.

“If you need anything and I mean, anything, just give me a call or a text. I’ll keep my phone nearby.”

“You really shouldn’t, I’ll keep annoying you,” you mumble self-consciously.

Chan grips your hand and squeezes it comfortingly.

“You could never annoy me, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” you say it playfully, eliciting a giggle out of his beautiful mouth.

“Do you have any particular wishes for…you know, next time?”

“I do, but it’s kinda mild compared to what we’ve done already,” you shrug. “Dunno if you’d be into it.”

“Name it and it’s yours,” Chan assures you.

“How do you feel about…fucking me while I’m asleep?”

To be continued…

[spadesolace]

mine - college au! chaeryeong x fem! reader

chaeryeong is sweet girl with no ill intentions but you're both unsure what to do anymore once you've crossed the line of friends and dating.

warning/s: mentions of drinking, suggestive, friends with benefits

words: 2.1k

what’s it like to keep falling after being caught time and time again?

there she stood in the middle of the dance floor as you held both your drinks as your friends and hers celebrated the night before valentine’s day at a club. why did you even agree to this?

chaeryeong had to persuade you into coming, considering it was your friend group that decided to merge and go out together. oh right… partially it’s because of her.

you’ve lost count on how many shots you’ve done or how many glasses of gin and tonic is in your system. mouth sealed as people try to flirt with her and fortunately for you, she’s breaking their hearts left and right. one last attempt to celebrate valentine’s with someone.

“dude, she’s gonna melt if you keep looking at her like that.” minjeong nudges you to shake you up and not possibly start a fight in the club just because someone is flirting with chaeryeong.

“i want her to look at me. her drink is so fucking diluted now.” the cocktail she got is mostly water at this point while you’re getting another shot being offered to you.

“she’s looking at you after she rejects those losers. seriously, i thought your whole whatever the fuck is going on between you two would be settled.” you thought so as well, how did this thing even happen? you weren’t like this months ago and here you are thinking back on how the hell does she have you on a chokehold.

it was one of those nights that chaeryeong wanted to sleep over at your place, knowing that you don’t share your room with anyone or how you don’t mind her being there as you work on whatever homework you have. she’s quiet in your bed as she’s reading for her class and you’re on the verge of calling it a night. chaeryeong has been keeping track of your movement, making her lose focus when she could have been studying but she’s looking at you and averting them is she thinks you’re gonna look at her or face her way.

her face is buried in her book as you continue what you’re doing, taking quick glances at chaeryeong before you walk out of the room to get yourself something to relieve the stress. coming back holding a bottle of soju and a glass and noticing the way chaeryeong’s nose scrunches if she doesn’t understand a term or how focused she is at reading.

“do you want a drink?” chaeryeong doesn’t know how you got that bottle of soju when you were just studying a few minutes ago on your desk that was close to where she was. she lost track of you for a bit.

“on a school night, really?” you rolled your eyes as you took a glass and poured yourself some and placed it back on your desk. sitting next to her as you wait for some sort of reaction or confirmation that she wants to. her hand reaches out asking for your glass, she’s not one to finish a drink alone, knowing that she gets drunk easily.

“if you finish my glass, i swear to god, lee chaeryeong-” pouring another shot of soju, thinking if you should get a can of beer and mix it.

“you and i both know i’m going to drink whatever you have.” she’s thinking the same thing as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen like she owns the place.

“then you complain how strong it tastes.” you follow her, holding the glass and the bottle of soju and setting it in the living room where she pours the beer onto the one glass you’ve been sharing.

“stop getting strong drinks then.” she takes the glass and chugs it as she gently places it back on the table with a smug look.

“work on your tolerance first.” pouring yourself a drink as her smug look is wiped out of her face.

chaeryeong is a lightweight, you know this as she finishes another glass and is already laughing at whatever you two are talking about but who are you to complain. getting quite touchy and leaning on you as she reaches for your glass but you stop her and finish the drink. even if you’re a bit tipsy and she’s close to being blackout drunk, your priority is to stop her from going past her limit.

she’s looking at you with a pout as you keep the glass away from her, reaching out and leaning herself onto you, faces inches away from each other, and you’re looking at her lips while she’s looking at yours. halfway through the bantering of her being a lightweight and trying to prove herself to you, now on the verge of either kissing each other or stopping entirely and calling it a night. 

whatever it was, chaeryeong made the first move, kissing you with such gentleness at first as you let the shock die down and kiss her back. in the back of your mind, you’re brushing this off as you’re both intoxicated, not in the right mind and it’s just the mood of your place. there’s also the other part of you that doesn’t care about what happens.

that wasn’t the case when you woke up the following day, seeing how you’re both holding each other close with a small headache. this is normal between you and chaeryeong who sleep next to each other when she comes over but a part of you is aware it isn’t. noticing how your clothes are scattered everywhere on the floor, and her neck is covered in lovebites. even double checking under the blanket to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

part of you was panicking because this is your friend who you’ve grown to care so much for. the same girl that you met freshman year of college who you believe is such a sweetheart and wouldn’t do such a thing if she were intoxicated let alone be the one to initiate all of this.

chaeryeong feels you moving in her embrace and tries her best to stop you while you’re in the middle of having a mental crisis. it didn’t help that she kisses you in the lips that you’ve fully stopped your thought process and look at her who is just smiling as if she doesn’t have the worst headache of her life.

“the fuck, chaer?”

“don’t act like you hate it.”

that’s how it started, sneaking around and kissing each other in private, acting like a couple and lying to your friends that chaeryeong is nothing but a friend. well- that was it, a friends with benefits scenario with her and a part of you is slowly dying as this keeps on going. if it weren’t for minjeong walking in on you two kissing at a party, she wouldn’t have known this entire thing.

within the 3 months this situation you have with chaeryeong has been going on, you know you’ve grown to like the girl more than you’d like to admit. the first rule of the deal was no strings attached, no feelings, because this started because you’re both lonely, right?

a part of you thinks it’s more than just being lonely, hoping that chaeryeong has grown to like you but won’t admit it. delusional, but how could anyone explain the possessiveness when some girl flirts with you, or how she’s stuck by your side and talks about the future and telling you that you’re a part of it in some way. you’re tired of the push and pull and want her to be full on honest but how could that happen when you’re so close to each other yet it feels like she’s miles away.

you keep your gaze on chaeryeong dancing as you’re left with minjeong a bit intoxicated and having the need to go out and think things through. valentine’s was a few hours away and here you are at a club holding a diluted drink and an empty glass. placing the glass on the table, letting minjeong know you’re heading out first to get some fresh air but in reality you plan on heading home and not wallow much in the pain that is in the shape of lee chaeryeong.

she’s dancing with her friends but her gaze never left yours as she watches you take your stuff and leave your friend on the table. you’re not looking at her as the bouncer lets you out - she stops and looks at minjeong, panicking and signalling to her friends that she’s gonna head out for a bit. she hopes you haven’t walked that far or taken a bus back to your place but she’s running to you with your head low and kicking a random pebble.

“Y/N!” turning around, you see chaeryeong running at you and into your arms holding you close while you’re a bit concerned as she chased after you without a coat in the middle of winter. taking yours off and letting it drape on her shoulders as she holds you closer.

“you should head back in there.” you feel she shaking her head as you hold her close, letting the snowflakes drop as you try to find a way to make her go back and continue talking to whoever was flirting with her.

“we’re going home together. you can’t just leave me having fun there-”

“chaer, it’s fine - not like we’re dating..,”  a bit of a low blow but it’s the truth. why would she chase after you if she was the only one having fun while you’re in pain. how could you tell her that you need some sort of answer or label to whatever this is because you’re sure this isn’t just a friends with benefits when you’re acting like a couple in private without much of the benefits.

“just go back… ask ryujin to drive you home.”

“i said, we’re going home together. that’s final.”

you’re tired of the push and pull. whatever this is. because how come she’s reacting like this when there’s no strings attached.

“i wanna end this.” chaeryeong is taken aback, weren’t you happy before you left for the party? kissing her before stepping out and all of a sudden you want to stop. you also weren’t the best - chaeryeong has been nothing but confused because of you as you act clingy to her in private and ignore her in public. playing the push and pull, but that was expected because she made the rules.

no feelings. no public display of affection, and no one has to know (aside from minjeong).

“fine.”

“the fuck yo- hold on. you’re fine with us ending things?”

she nods and let’s go of you, there’s some space in between but not like those where the other person runs for it and you just hear nothing from them but she’s close. looking at you straight and holding you by the chin to make sure you’re looking directly at her.

“under one condition.” you raise your eyebrow, letting her continue as you can’t really think much when there’s alcohol running in your system and all you wanna do is kiss her.

“tell me that you love me. even if you don’t - just tell me that you love me.”

everything that involves lee chaeryeong leaves you confused and asking for some sort of clarity but it’s part of her charm and hearing that absurd request - it would be easy because you do love her.

“i love you.”

she let’s you go, moving back a bit with a sad smile on her face as she turns around and starts to walk away. you’re left in the cold as she slowly leaves you alone as if time stopped, contemplating on to pour your entire heart out or go home. this could be your last time seeing her if you don’t let her know your true feelings and how much you’re dying to tell her that you've fallen for her.

”i love you - to the point you take my breath away and i’m left here suffocating when you’re far away as if you’re oxygen that my body needs. it’s killing me seeing you in public and stopping myself from running towards you and just kiss you to stop them from flirting with you and - i wanted to end this because- “ you pause, taking a deep breath as chaeryeong is facing you with glossy eyes, holding your coat close to her small figure.

“i want to date you, not like this - the push and pull is killing me, chaer. please-”

“shut up and kiss me.”

she ran towards you throwing your coat on the ground and kissing you like the same way when it started. a kiss that’s so gentle but she’s pouring her heart out for you to reciprocate.

chaeryeong knows that you’re already hers, she just needed you to say it.

[oneinchfrog]

crush culture by oneinchfrog

words: 1.6k

raine whispers & lilith clawthorne

summary: raine helps lilith sort out her feelings. (human high school au)

author's notes: this was originally going to be parter of a larger au, but I only really had the motivation to write this part. i started it in april, left it alone for a bit, and just today finally opened it up and found an ending that i liked. this is my first full fic i've ever put on tumblr!!

Lilith lets out a sigh of relief as the bell rings.  “Ok, that’s all, everyone- Darius, remember to keep me updated on how those decorations go- bye everyone!”

School council members rush to pack up their papers and throw out their lunch garbage, eager to move on to a doubtlessly more interesting period.  Lilith sweeps some crumbs into the trash can and zips up her lunchbox.  She needs to get to her locker fast- it’s on the other side of the school and she can’t be late for AP Lit again.

“Hey, um… Lily?”

She looks up.  It’s Adrianna, nervously looking at her shoes.

“Yeah?” She doesn’t have time for small talk, she needs to hurry up-

“I was wondering… um…” She shifts her water bottle between her hands.  “Wouldyoumaybewanttogotothewinterformalwithme?”

“What?” Lilith’s cheeks flush and her mind starts to race.

“Only if you want to- I mean- I was just thinking- you’re so smart and like… I don’t know, pretty and-” Adrianna’s eyes are wide. “And I know we don’t know each other very well but-”

“I… I have to go,” Lilith mutters, pushing past Adrianna towards the door.  Amidst the jumble of thoughts racing through her head, she realizes she can’t just leave Adrianna like that.  “I mean, it’s… it’s not a no, I just need to think-”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine, I- I wouldn’t want to make you late-”

Lilith rushes down the hallway.  What was that?  I’ve never been asked out to anything before, usually Eda gets all the attention- I mean- I don’t like her like that, I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone like that-

She stops in her tracks.

“Adrianna is a girl,” she mutters.  I mean, yeah, of course, she thinks to herself.  But I’ve never even thought about liking girls before.  How am I supposed to know?  I’ve never had a crush on anyone- I feel like I should’ve by now, is something wrong with me?

She ducks into the restroom and shuts herself into a stall.  She’s going to be super late, but it’s not like she’d be able to focus in class anyway- she needs to calm down and sort things out.  She slides her phone out of her pocket and taps out a text.  Edalyn will know what to do.

can you come to the D hallway bathroom?  i need advice.

First I get asked out, then I skip class, she thinks to herself.  I’m gaining all sorts of new experiences today. 

Three dots soon appear and dance at the bottom of her screen for a minute before Eda presses the send button.

srry sis

if i skip another spanish class i get kicked off the rugby team :/

Lilith leans against the stall door and breathes deeply.  She can still make it to AP Lit, she can just blame her lateness on locker trouble or something.  It’s not like the teachers are paid enough to care.  Lilith gathers up her stuff, unlocking the door of the stall.  She stops in the mirror to briefly fix her hair and takes a deep breath.  She’ll be fine.  She can make it through two more classes without losing it.  People get asked out all the time, right?  It’s nothing.  She just needs to breathe.  In, out, in, out.  Brea-

“Lily?” Lilith whirls around to see Raine uncertainly clutching a hall pass at the door of the bathroom.  “Sorry, Eda asked me to check on you- she said you had a problem?”

Lilith exhales.  “Of course she did.  I’m fine, Whispers.”

Raine looks pointedly at her shaky hands.  “You can tell me.”

Lilith heaves a resigned sigh.  It’s not like she’s especially close with Raine Whispers, but Eda is always going on about how caring and brave and clever they are.  She figures that they might be able to help her out, and even if they can’t, it would still be good to talk to someone about it.  “Okay, but not in a filthy public restroom.  The teachers will catch us and Mother will have my ass.”

“What about the long closet?”

“Alright.”

The long closet is kind of Eda’s secret hideout- a narrow, dirty room housing the school’s electricity panel, some extra mops, and whatever contraband Eda has stashed there at the moment.  She would sneak there to set up her next pranks, skip class, and would sometimes take Raine with her.

Raine pulls open the door and ushers her in, locking it behind them with a soft click.  Lilith perches on an upside-down bucket and lets her eyes wander the closet- there isn’t much to examine, but it’s been a couple months since she was last in here.  She notes a line of apple juice boxes arranged on the top shelf- Eda really has made this place her own.

Raine reaches into a bin and pulls out a bag of Swedish Fish.  They tear it open and lean back.  “So, whatcha got for me, Clawthorne?”

She takes a deep breath.  “So, I was at a student council meeting- you know how I basically got saddled with planning the entire winter formal?  We were meeting to, ah, finalize some details and on the way out, and- um- do you know Adrianna?”

Raine nods.  “Huxley, right?”  They pop a red fish into their mouth.

“Yeah.” Lilith leans forward and holds out a hand.  “Gimme one of those.”  Raine drops a Swedish Fish into her palm.

She brings it to her mouth and chews on the candy thoughtfully.  “She came up to me and sort of… asked me to the dance.”

Raine’s eyes widen slightly.  “Well… do you like her?”

“No- that’s the thing.  How do I reject her?  She’s like… really nice and I was kind of hoping we could be friends, but…”

Raine swallows.  “Mm, yeah, I can see why you went to Eda with this.  She’s had to reject a lot more people than I have.”  They tear open the bag a bit more, to reach the fish at the bottom.  “My advice?  Just be honest.  Tell her what you told me- that she’s really nice but you’d prefer that you were friends instead,”  They cross one leg over the other.  “She’s just not your type, and that’s not her fault.”

Lilith sighs.  “That’s the thing, Whispers.  I don’t think I have a type.  I’ve never had a crush on anyone.  Like, ever.”

“That’s okay,” Raine says around another fish.

“No, it’s not!” Lilith whines and leans back against the wall.  “Everyone gets crushes.  I’m supposed to get crushes.”  She takes off her glasses and starts to clean them on her shirt.  “I should just say yes.  Maybe I’ll start to feel something towards her then.”

“Look, Lily, I usually say this to Eda and not you but, are you crazy?” Raine sets the bag down.  “You can’t just lead Adrianna on- that’s not fair to either of you.”

Lilith groans, placing her head in her hands.  “Why can’t I just be normal?”

“Don’t say that,” Raine scoots next to her, drawing their legs close to their chest.  “Forget whatever’s socially acceptable.  You’re just as good as anyone who gets crushes, and I’m sure Eda will beat the shit out of anyone who says otherwise.”

Lilith snorts, because it’s true.  “Okay.”  She feels her eyes misting over.

“I’m serious.  Romantic attraction or no, Lilith Clawthorne, you’re a pretty cool girl.”

She nods, a tear tracing her cheek.  “I hope so.”  Her voice cracks.

“You okay?” Raine leans forward.

“I will be.” She sniffles.

“Good.”  They check their watch and stand up to stretch.  “Well, we’ve still got a little bit before next period- do you want a snack?”

Lilith gets up, too, and reaches for a box of apple juice.  She carefully pokes the straw into it.

“Okay, I get if you’re all crush-talked out for today, so feel free to say no,” Raine leans against the door.  “But could you maybe help me ask Eda out to the winter formal?”

Lilith sips her juice.  “Could we just sit for a little bit?  Between student council and this fun new epiphany about my sexuality, it has been a long day.”  She sits back down, pressing her back up against the cool gray concrete.  Raine joins her silently.

They sit quietly for a while, Lilith working away at her apple juice and Raine just staring at the wall opposite them, lost in thought.  This is nice, Lilith thinks.  She’s never had a friend of her own before- not really.  Eda didn’t count, since they had to be friends.  They were sisters.  Most of her “friends” were just people in the student council or people Eda hung out with.  Eda’s friends were always high-energy and itching to get into some sort of trouble, but not Raine.  At least, not right now.  Lilith didn’t really understand romantic attraction, she was learning that, but it sort of made sense that Eda liked them so much.

“It’s called aromantic.” Raine’s voice draws her from her reverie.  “Not getting crushes.  One of my friends from my old school was like that.”

“Oh,” was all Lilith said.

“The flag’s pretty badass, too,” Raine continues.  “Green and black.  And white.”

The bell rings and both of them flinch at the sudden loud noise.

Lilith rises to her feet and crumples up her empty juice box.  “I have to go.  Um… thanks.  Raine.”

They smile.  “Any time.  Hey, me and Eda are going to get milkshakes after school today.  Do you wanna come?”

“You want me to drive you.”

“Yes.”

Lilith snorts. “Ok. sure.”  She unlocks the heavy wooden door and yanks it open.  “I have a study hall next, so… I think I’m gonna talk to Adrianna.”

Raine nods, exiting into the hall and readjusting the straps of their backpack.  “Good luck!”  They turn and disappear down the hall to their next class.

Lilith takes a deep, shaky breath: in, out.  She pulls out her phone and clicks on Adrianna’s profile picture.

You have study hall now, right?  I want to talk.

[chansaw]

ok as promised here’s more followup on jackie and misty’s roles in my yellowjackets animorphs au (part 1, part 2) for the like three people who care.

misty FUCKING quigley:

when she found that weird glowing cube half-buried in debris, misty thought it’d probably net her a hundred bucks on ebay and a cool story to brag about to ben and the soccer team. but she could tell there was more behind the team’s faces than the usual frowns that signaled “oh, great, another misty monologue” when she showed it off. and then, natalie scatorccio of all people started watching her - sitting next to her in every class, tracking her movement from across cafeteria, pushing away the kids in purple t-shirts emblazoned with “the sharing” who bug her in the hallway. “it’s very nice of you, but i don’t need a bodyguard,” misty tells her on a break during practice a few days later, as she hands the girls ice cold water bottles. nat just shakes her head and smiles, then walks away without another word.

then, it happens. out of nowhere, while she’s walking back to the car, the kids from the sharing attack her, like physically attack her. a guy she’s pretty sure is on the football team pins her to the concrete while a goth girl from her math class grabs her backpack and starts rooting through it. “i’ll give you a week’s lunch money,” she rasps, “a month! just tell me what you’re looking for!” the goth looks like she’s about to respond when the puma appears from out of nowhere. as if this day couldn’t get any weirder - cougars aren’t even native to new jersey, she thinks to herself as she watches the big cat fend off her attackers. once it’s taken care of the last of them, it turns on misty. there’s a strange glint in its eyes; she braces herself for the end. and then: <what was that you said about not needing a bodyguard?>

like david, misty is made an animorph mostly out of necessity. she’s seen too much, knows too much. and like david, she’s kind of a loose cannon, unpredictable on and off the battlefield. but unlike david, she’s fiercely loyal to her team and willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe. and she knows things: exactly how much venom to use while in a snake morph to paralyze someone rather than kill them (<though maybe they’ll wish i had killed them!> misty chirps after demonstrating), which birds wouldn’t look too suspicious traveling in a flock together, and how much force a predator needs to bite with to tear someone’s arm clean off. and even though morphing back to human undoes any injuries the team takes while morphed, misty’s field medic knowledge has saved them from a messy death on several occasions. unlike david, she never betrays her team.

jackie taylor, part 2:

“you know, it could be worse,” shauna tells her one time, a day or two after she first gets trapped. she’s setting up the cage (“enclosure,” shauna calls it, but she knows what it is. it’s a cage). jackie’s not sure shauna’s right about that. she misses her body. she misses having opposable thumbs. she misses sleeping in an actual bed, and most of all she misses eating actual food instead of dry-ass hay and grass and shit. that last part’s not a hyperbole, by the way. rabbits and hares eat their own shit. she wishes they’d put that on the sign at the zoo, because she learned about that lovely habit the hard way.

but what probably hurts the most is the fact that she feels so fucking useless. like, aside from the occasional recon or espionage mission, she can’t exactly do much in a fight. she may be hare-brained, but she's not stupid; she sees the way the team looks at her hungrily when they’re in their predator battle-morphs. during one mission, when they head into the woods to investigate the rumors of a rogue faction of taxxons, shauna loses control of her morph, lets the wolf's mind overtake her own. if tai hadn't intervened, jackie knows she would've been a goner. tai tries to reassure her that she’s still an essential part of the team, that she's still good for something. but jackie knows all she's ever been good at, even before she became like this, is running and hiding.

she lives that way for a little over a miserable year. shauna does her best to make it better. she gives her fresh fruit and keeps the tv on for her while she’s away. then, the ellimist (aka space gamer jesus; he’s nearly omnipotent and on the animorphs' side, but can't directly interfere to help them) gives jackie an offer. in exchange for her help in establishing a colony of free hork-bajir, he’ll give her back the power to morph - with the catch that the hare is now her base form. so this leaves her in something of a catch-22; she can go back to being human but trap herself as a nothlit again and deprive herself of the only weapon she has against the yeerks, or keep living as a hare in order to keep morphing, to stay useful. so she compromises; she lives as a human for 2 hours at a time. she miraculously returns from the dead. she goes back to school, and picks up soccer again. every 2 hours on the dot her digital watch beeps and she excuses herself to demorph and remorph, and she sleeps as a hare just to be safe. its a precarious line to tread, but it works. and hey, she can enjoy actual human food again. and she can fight for real now. she picks a grizzly bear as her battle morph, and maybe she fights with a little less panache and grace than her friends, but still. she’s helping. and once this is all over, she’ll finally be able to stop hiding once and for all.

[idaclarke]

ic task 004: interrogations 

maybe she shouldn’t have done that line of coke in her bathroom before walking over to the faculty building for this ‘interview’, but what did she have to lose? not much it seemed. time and time again ida had been able to smile and wiggle herself out of tough positions, and today was no different. 

“could i possibly have a cup of water? i forgot my water bottle and i am parched.” ida laughed as she looked over at the agents who led her inside the room. “certainly, just one moment.” one nodded, before stepping into the hallway. she settled into the seat, crossed her legs, and gave a bright smile to the agents left. “i’m ida by the way.” they give her blank stares. until the one guy moves, first pointing at himself “agent brown.” he states and then points the pen at the woman to his left. “agent murray.” and then turns to the door where the very handsome man is returning, a cup in hand. what were the ethics of sleeping with an fbi agent? “and that’s agent choi.” he smiles, sliding the cup toward ida before taking a seat, leaning into his chair in such a causal yet assured way. it was hot. 

“so ida, how’s it going? you’re a…” choi looks down at his notebook, “senior right? so almost graduating? what’s next for you?” ida cocks her head to the side as she thinks. do they all have notes on the students? keeping track of them for a case? 

she should have a lawyer here. but she sure as shit can’t afford one. maybe she should have seen if she could have borrowed someone’s family lawyer for the time being. 

“yes sir that’s right, in my senior year, tryin’ to fight off that senioritis.” she laughs, but is met with only still silence. tough crowd. “but i’m applyin’ to graduate and phd programs. apparently i actually do like school.” they only nodded, with brown clasping his hands together as he watched ida. “school’s a good thing to like.” he mumbled. 

“so ida, can you tell us about your time capsule video? your clip kicked off that whole leaked tape. wanna give us some context?” choi asked easily, smoothly, as if it was nothing. as if the leak wasn’t a total violation of privacy. 

and as if the leaked part of her video was the most interesting part. which was what annoyed her the most. it didn’t even make her seem fun. “well, what can i say?” she shrugged, leaning back into the chair. these were far more comfortable than the metal ones during the last interrogation. “this place ain’t always your friend.” they gave her a quizzical look. “can you elaborate on that?” 

she sighed, people didn’t just get it did they? “look, i’m from a small town in eastern tennessee. i grew up on a farm, it’s a miracle my parents had more than one child go to college. institutions like these? ain’t always kind or meant for people like me. and there’s actually a lot of students here like that. but it goes ignored. and really…” she pointed her finger, now on a roll. “institutions like ogden, don’t wanna be anybodies friend. these institutions are built to uplift the already rich and privileged, pour money back into their own pockets, and have a miracle student every now and then so they can pretend like they do a good job. so no, this place ain’t your friend. but that don’t mean you can’t make the most of it. which is what my entire video was about.” 

there was another pause of silence as one of them scribbled away, and brown just looked at her. maybe it was confusion, but she thought she saw some admiration in his gaze. “sounds like you’ve got some strong feelings there ida.” he finally noted. “it runs in my family.” 

“speaking of the time capsule, were you aware that greer morrison submitted a video at the end of last year?” brown glanced back at his notes. 

“now agent brown…why would i know that?” she looked at him quizzically, meeting his stare. “i honestly didn’t know nobody was submittin’ anythin’. i thought i might just be the only one doin’ it so…it was a bit of a surprise.” that was the truth, a shock across campus it seemed. ida hadn’t been immune to that. and the little threat against her boyfriend…it was an interesting twist. ida liked it. but she wasn’t going to admit that much. 

“so…had greer brought up breaking up with her boyfriend before? or anything like she mentioned in the video?” he carried on, barely giving ida the attention she deserved. 

“not to me. we weren’t best friends or anything. maybe she told some strangers in a bar? you know like you do when you’re contemplating somethin’, spillin’ all your secrets to a stranger so that they can’t actually get back to you. but no, greer didn’t tell me anythin’, sorry i’m not much help.” there wasn’t much response, and ida leaned forward. “is that what you do ida? spill your secrets to strangers? what kind of secrets do you have?” agent brown continued, eyebrow quirking at her. 

“i mean, have you ever met drunk women in a bathroom? it’s all ‘break up with your boyfriend’, and ‘should i quit my job?” and ‘i think my boyfriend is a cheatin’ sonofabitch’. those kinda things officers - agents.” she corrected herself with a nod, clasping her hands together. “and i don’t got any secrets agent brown. my momma taught me better than that. i’m a good christian woman.” brown just shook his head, hiding a chuckle. “yea, okay there.” briefly she narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her legs now and leaning back into the chair. 

“on the subject of secrets, were you aware of anything regarding the naive newcomer and steroids?” 

“holy shit? he was usin’ steroids?” her jaw dropped, in actual disbelief. this was definitely a ripple in the water cause damn, she hadn’t seen that coming. but should she actually be surprised? considering where she was? shit people did that stuff at home because they had nothin’ better to do. and here? the money and pressure was insurmountable. no worries. 

“so did you know anything?” 

“no, nothin’, kinda wish i did though. makes life more excitin’.” the last part slipped out and she shrugged, the coke definitely lifting her spirits now. it didn’t matter right? she’d get out of this scotch-free. 

“mhm…alright then.” brown just nodded, glancing over at the other agents as they jotted some things down. that had to be good right? “some other students have brought up your relationship with greer, why do you think they thought it was relevant?” 

now this was interesting. ida made sure to glance upwards as she thought, biting her bottom lip. why would it be relevant? “honestly, i don’t know.” not that it really mattered to people, or others, what her relationship with greer had been like. no one actually knew the truth. “i don’t know why they would have thought it was relevant. we were friends her freshman year, my sophomore year, but it fizzled out as things go. we had some other friends in common too, so we weren’t totally isolated from each other. there’s not much more to add there.” 

another scribble into the notepad and ida shifted yet again in her seat. she was getting antsy now. “were you aware of greer planning to visit portugal this summer?” 

“and she couldn’t have packed me with her?” ida gave a small laugh that was met with silence. so she cleared her throat and nodded, straightening up. “no, i didn’t. but her goin’, me not knowin’, neither is very surprisin’ ain’t it?” her pointer finger flicked back and forth to emphasize her point. choi just nodded, but offered not much more to comment. which was disappointing to ida. 

“do you have any reason to believe that the golden girl would want to leave ogden college?” brown jutted in again, pulling her attention back to him. 

of course there was reasons. and ida was happy for it. ogden was better for it. “i mean…can you imagine the kinda pressure she was under? she’s a morrison, her name means somethin’. people looked to her for guidance, for friendship, out of jealousy. all of that hog shit sorta thing. wouldn’t you wanna break from this?” she waved her hand her hand, looking between choi and brown seriously. “not sayin’ that’s why she’s gone. but bein’ a young woman ain’t easy. not like you two would have any idea.” she nodded her head, turning to meet the woman’s eyes with an easy smile. once again she was met with stares and silence. fine, they definitely aren’t as easy to please as her hometown cops. 

“right, thanks for the ida. one last question and then you’re free.” brown spoke again, leaning back in his chair to look over at her, studying her. she met his gaze with a raised eyebrow and small smirk. “fire away agent.” 

“is there anything you know you’re not sharing with us?” 

“absolutely not.” she answered a little too quickly, placing a hand on her chest in feign offense. “i respect the work y’all do, and i worry about greer. i want to give you all,” her eyes panned across the agents faces, “the information you may need, and to help you in any way that i can.” her eyes settled back on choi, and then to brown as she spoke. 

“that’ll do, thank you for coming in ida, and good luck on your finals.” brown nodded, moving to stand up and indicated for her to do the same. she grabbed her cup of water with a smile. “thank y’all! we’re glad you’re here!” she lied, before sauntering out of the door and down the hallway, wondering exactly what greer was up to, and what the agents had on everyone. and how could she find the same notoriety?

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KATE BISHOP x READER

SHOWER

HELLO HELLO HELLO PEOPLE!

How are you?

First of all I wanted to thank you for 250k views on Wattpad... are you kidding me?! I don't even know if there are enough words to describe how thankful I am for all of you! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart ❤️.

Anyway, let's start, shall we?

Enjoy!

As always, let me know what you guys think, it's really important to me! ❤️.

Sending love ❤️.

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Summary: Y/N and Kate are away on a mission and after their covers blow up, they go back to the place are staying, causing Kate to learn something interesting about their shower.

Warnings: do I need to say it? It's smut.

Word count: 7984 words.

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"Ugh finally!" Kate grunted as she fell face first on the mattress and let her muscles relax after long hours of flight.

"It took longer than I expected." Y/N mimicked Kate’s gesture and laid beside her, but on her back, as she let her body rest for a few minutes.

"I’m exhausted."

"Me too, Kate. Me too." Y/N hummed in agreement as she instinctively placed her hand on the archer’s back and caressed gently there, hearing a hum of approval from the black haired girl. "But we have work to do!"

"Ugh, can’t I wait till tomorrow?" The blue eyed girl turned her head towards her best friend and teammate and summoned her best puppy dog eyes and jutted her bottom lip forward in the best pout Y/N had ever seen. "Please."

"Ugh Kate! You can’t do that. That face is irresistible!"

"I know, that’s why I’m doing it. I know you can’t resist it." Kate smirked mischievously when the Y/E/C girl covered her face to shield her eyes from that adorable sight and scooted closer to cuddle her.

"The whole world could never resist to that cute face. That’s unfair."

"Good for me then."

"But on a serious note, we can rest for-" Y/N trailed off to check the time one her watch by lifting the arm she had around Kate’s torso to cuddle her better, before placing it back down and resuming her gentle caresses. "-45 minutes. Then we need to on recon. I promise it won’t take longer. Then we can sleep."

"Okay, I’m putting an alarm of 40 minutes. Let’s take a nap."

-

"Shit, go!"

"Wait, my bow!"

"Where is it?"

"It should be on your left!" Kate crouched down as much as she could to shield herself from the thugs throwing at them things blindly and cursed under her breath when a chair almost hit them as she hastily searched and tried to locate her bow lingering on the ground somewhere around them, a task that seemed to be extremely difficult due to the room being pitch black thanks to Y/N, who switched the lights off with a gunshot as soon as their targets saw the two girls spying on them and made their covers to blew up. "There, on your left! I can see it, I think."

"Yeah, I grabbed it. Let’s go!" Luckily they had a clear exit and succeeded into speeding away from the building without anyone following them, but Y/N, to be completely sure, took a few alternative roads to lose their track.

"It was fun in some way, wasn’t it?!" Kate asked excitedly after Y/N opened their apartment door and let her in first.

"I guess? We got lucky they didn’t follow us though." Y/N left all the things in their small kitchen to grab a bottle of water, offering one to Kate too, who grabbed it with a grateful smile and murmured a gentle ‘thank you’.

"Damn this apartment is so small." Kate had finally the time to take it all in since they had too little time to do it a few hours prior due to exhaustion and chuckled under breath when she noticed it just consisted of a small kitchen and living room area and then one bedroom with a kingsize bed and an en-suite.

"I think it may be a big suite or something like that." Y/N pondered out loud as she lifted her butt from its laying position on the side of the counter and walked towards the bedroom. "I don’t know about you, but I’m in a desperate need of a shower."

"Yeah, me too. You can go first." Kate nodded as she slumped on the bed and hummed in appreciation when her muscles relaxed as soon as her back hit the mattress. She heard the Y/H/C girl open the bathroom door that was on the bed’s left and closed her eyes as she rested a bit before her shower. She heard the sound of the water bouncing off the silent room’s walls and run her hands over her face to prevent her dirty thoughts to start running fast with images of a naked Y/N in the shower and decided to take the small bedroom in, noticing a drawer on the right side of the room, a big TV right in front of the bed and a window that gave a good view of the city, still buzzing animatedly with people talking in the streets and cars speeding and honking loudly on the road. She was just about to start thinking about the fact that there was only one bedroom, so only one bed they had to obviously share, as her eyes took in what she was ready to call a second drawer but everything left her brain as her eyes widened comically and her mind short-circuited when she looked past the almost black glass and found a naked Y/N taking a shower, clearly not aware the archer could see her. "What the fuck? I’m not dreaming this am I?" Kate whispered under her breath, her ocean blue eyes never leaving Y/N’s naked figure in the shower.

"Ohw yes!" Y/N moaned in approval when the hot stream of water relaxed the tensed muscles around her shoulders and neck and stayed under it a few moments before finishing rinsing her hair.

"Fuck." Kate cursed under her breath as a familiar pressure made its presence known between her legs, increasing exponentially when the Y/H/C girl busy massaging her scalp with the shampoo and with her eyes closed turned slightly around, giving the perfect view of her boobs to the archer. "Oh." Kate hear herself whimper and bit on her bottom lip to prevent other sounds to leave her lips as she looked intently at the masterpiece that was Y/N’s naked body. "Shit, stop staring! It’s creepy, she doesn’t know you can see her there!" Kate murmured under her breath as her darkened irises skid up and down Y/N’s beautiful torso right on display for her eyes to admire, bummed she couldn’t see the girl’s lower half too, but the girl was turned to her side. "Holy shit!" Kate whispered under her breath when, almost like Y/N heard her thoughts, Y/N turned around to wash the shampoo off of her eyes and gave to the archer the perfect view of her ass. "Kate, stop. Look away, no-oh fuck." Kate almost fainted at that moment when Y/N turned herself around to stand again under the stream of water and gave Kate to the perfect view of her front, with her toned stomach, round, mouthwatering boobs with erected nipples and her center on display for Kate to see. Kate’s hungry eyes, widened even more when the Y/H/C girl opened her eyes when she shut off the water and met a pair of two blue, almost, black hues staring at her and screamed in shock, making Kate do the same in the process.

"Oh my god!" Y/N exclaimed as she turned her back towards the archer while Kate averted her gaze, blushing from head to toe for being caught ogling her teammate like a creep while she was unaware of it.

"Shit, sorry! I was going to tell you! I just noticed it." Kate blatantly lied as she tried to calm herself down. She heard Y/N walk out of the shower and then heard ruffling sounds coming from the bathroom. She turned around to take a tentative look at the shower and sighed dejectedly - and reprimanding herself for being so sad in that moment - when she noticed the Y/H/C girl wasn’t there anymore. She waited 10 minutes for the girl to come out of the bathroom, but she was still locked away in there, so with a loud a sigh the archer sat up and walked towards the closed door and knocked tentatively on it. "Y/N?" When the girl didn’t answer her, Kate sighed aloud again and leaned her forehead on the wooden surface, "I know you’re in there. Can you come out and- let me explain?" Kate grimaced at her own words and slammed her head on the door in reprimand, "please." She pushed some more after another minute of silence, but when she didn’t receive a response from the clearly embarrassed girl, she sighed again dejected and lifted herself up from the door. Right as she was turning around to go sit back on the bed, the door unlocked and Y/N, clad in a bathrobe and her hair almost dried out, came into vision. "Hey."

Y/N immediately broke their intense staring contest and felt a small blush appear on her cheeks at the tentative tone the archer used, "hi."

"Listen, I didn’t know that was the shower’s glass, I thought it was another drawer or something! I was minding my own business, taking the room in when I noticed that detail. I swear I didn’t see a-"

"Kate, I saw you. You were staring."

"Okay, I may have looked but just because I was too shocked to move! I mean who the fuck designs a bathroom that overlooks on the room?! An unqualified person, let me tell you that! Okay it may be stylish but can you think about the consequences of two friends finding themselves in our exact situation? They didn’t think about it! I am so mad, I’m gonna write a review-"

Meanwhile Y/N stared at the rambling, embarrassed girl with a loving smile on her lips as she talked and moved her hands around wildly in the process. She wasn’t mad Kate stared at her in the shower, she totally understood the archer. She would have done the exact same thing. She got embarrassed because of course! Who wouldn’t after finding your friend, teammate and crush staring hungrily at you while you were taking a shower completely unaware of everything? After giving herself a hundreds pep talks to go face the archer without becoming a blushing mess in her presence, she also reprimanded herself when a shiver of arousal run down her spine at the high of having the blue eyed girl looking at her while showering. The Y/H/C girl made up her mind right then and there and shut the archer’s cute rambling with a searing kiss. Her forceful movement caused Kate to stumble a bit on her spot but she quickly regained her balance as her hands instinctively went on the Y/E/C girl’s waist and she reciprocated the kiss. Y/N sighed out happily into Kate’s mouth while her hands clasped the girl’s jaw and neck, desperate to have the girl as closer as she could. "I-hm-"

"Wow." Kate opened her eyes and blinked repeatedly as she tried to wrap her mind around what just happened, "shit, if me rambling makes you do that, I need to ramble a lot more."

"You already do it Kate." Y/N countered back with a small giggle and a gentle shook of her head.

Kate stared at Y/N with a loving look into her blue eyes as a dumb smile stretched over her features at the cute sound, "it’s true. But you never kissed me to shut me up."

"Well you didn’t stare at me while showering before. I needed some courage first."

Kate sighed out loud at the girl’s words and shook her head harshly, "I’m so so sorry for that. I- I don’t know what came over me! I swear I didn’t want to look like a creep and I was going to tell you about it I promise. Okay I may looked a little but it wasn’t-" Y/N shut Kate up once again with a kiss, slipping her tongue forcefully into her open mouth and feeling the girl visibly relax as their tongues slid over each other hungrily. "Sorry, I was rambling again."

"It’s cute." Y/N admitted as she pecked Kate’s lips again, "okay, now I’m talking." Kate nodded and gestured to zip up her lips in an adorable manner, that warmed Y/N’s chest and made her heart skip a beat, "stop being so cute. I need to focus." Y/N slapped Kate’s shoulder gently and watched the girl chuckle in amusement but nod dutifully, "okay, first thing first. I’m not mad."

"You’re not?"

"No! I was embarrassed at first because who wouldn’t? But- I’m actually glad everything happened, because my crush for you was starting to become almost unbearable and I didn’t know how ask you out on a date without ruining our friendship. But shit, you don’t know how grateful I am for you staring at me while showering. I wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise."

"Wait, hold on- let’s just go back a bit- you like me?" Y/N nodded her head gingerly with a small smile on her lips at the cute way Kate needed to realize completely her admission, "as in like like me?"

"Yes."

"Oh shit- c’mere." Kate sighed out loud and connected their lips into a slow, languid kiss, to give them the opportunity to savor the moment without having their hormones hazing their minds. "I’ve liked you since we met, but I was too afraid to overstep boundaries to ask you out!"

Y/N didn’t answer with words, she merely shook her head at their stupid selves and pushed the archer into another kiss, that became heated almost immediately as both finally let go of their pent up feelings. Y/N’s hands slipped up and into Kate’s black tresses after freeing them from the ponytail the girl always sported when she was in her superhero costume, while Kate’s ones stayed glued on the girl’s hips. With a grunt, the archer pushed Y/N back till her back hit the door left frame while her tongue took its time to lick every nook and cranny of the agent’s mouth, pushing the girl’s torso more towards her own with the help of her hands flattened behind her back when Y/N whined into the kiss and arched her spine in pleasure. "Oh my god!"

"Oh shit! Sorry sorry!" Kate hastily tried to tie the bathrobe’s knot again when she inadvertently untied it and made the robe open and expose Y/N’s naked body underneath.

"Kate- Kate!" Y/N called the archer’s name in a firm tone when she fumbled with trembling hands with the robe’s tie and pulled on her scalp gently to stare her down, "you don’t have to worry. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before." Y/N stated seductively as she grabbed Kate’s hands and laid them on her now naked waist as the robe opened completely and exposed her naked form to the black haired girl.

"Holy fuck." Kate’s eyes strayed away from Y/N’s magnetic irises to take in her body on display for her eyes only, feeling white shocks of pure lust running down her spine and flowing right between her legs while she licked her lips hungrily. "You are gorgeous."

"So are you. But I still have to know how you look naked." Y/N stated matter-of-factly and chuckled amused when Kate pulled away to start undressing herself and stopped her when she was in the middle of unbuttoning her pants after discarding her costume’s upper part. "I actually have an idea."

"I am all ears."

Y/N took her time to appreciate the wonderful view that was Kate’s half naked torso clad in only a black bra as her defined abs contracted under her scrutinizing eyes, "you are going to take a shower, while I watch you from here."

"What?"

"I’m going to lay on the bed and enjoy the show just like you did."

"Oh." Kate murmured under her breath with a small wail as a new, fresh wave of arousal spurted out of her center and ruined her panties even more.

"Do you want me to undress you or are you going to do it?" Y/N asked in a sultry tone on Kate’s parted lips, the vibrations of her raspy voice traveling from her mouth right between the archer’s legs and making her loose her balance for a moment, but a strong hand circling her waist prevented her to stumble back embarrassingly, "easy there. Did my question turned you on?"

"Y/N/N- I- ugh!" Kate grunted in yearning before clashing their mouths harshly together while her arms hugged the girl’s naked torso and hugged her closer.

Y/N let the amazing sensation of kissing the archer invade her senses for a few moments before, with a very strong willpower she didn’t know she had, she pushed on the archer’s chest and made their mouths pull away from the other, "hm- as much as wonderful this is, it’s time for some fun."

"Hm, you just want to see me naked."

"Can you really blame me?"

"Well, no actually." Kate hummed in thought, her hands still glued to the Y/H/C girl’s hips caressed the skin gently as her eyes moved from staring with a mix of affection and lust into Y/N’s darkened irises, that were showing just the exact same emotions as Kate’s ones, to skidding up and down the girl’s breathtaking body while biting on her bottom lip. "I workout that much for a reason."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I’m always trying to show off to you when we train together."

"Ugh, your amazing abs are really distracting in training." Y/N whined on her bottom lip as her teeth sank into it in want as she remembered all the times she had to pull herself out of her Kate induced gaze during the Avengers daily workout while staring hungrily at the archer training in only sport bras and yoga pants, "now go."

"Aren’t you gonna undress me?"

"I actually just thought that I want to see your body fully for the first time to be a surprise."

"As you wish, my princess." Kate bowed down comically before laying a soft, loud peck on the girl’s lips, then walking towards the bathroom. She turned around slowly and laid on the doorframe so she could brush her lips on Y/N’s left ear to murmur seductively, "now go lay on the bed, because as soon as I am done with my shower, we won’t leave it for a very long time." Kate finished her statement with a soft lick of Y/N’s ear shell right before wrapping her lips around her lobe and biting on it right after.

"Oh Kate." As soon as the girl emitted that whiny moan, the archer reluctantly pulled away and chuckled under her breath as she walked further into the room. The Y/E/C girl let out a grounding breath, willing her core to slow its throbbing down, before walking towards the bed. On her way there she watched a still fully clothed Kate open the shower to start warming the water up and seductively winked at her as she removed completely the robe and laid it gently on the chair in front of the bed. "Focus Bishop." She teased with a proud smirk when she noticed the black haired girl frozen in her spot as she stared at her naked body hungrily.

"I am. Just focusing on your hot body."

"Hm, well I want to see yours too. So hurry up."

"As you wish." Kate nodded with a mischievous smirk before walking behind the wall, out of Y/N’s sight, to remove her clothes. In the meantime Y/N laid back on the bed and got comfortable, adjusting the pillows so she could have a clear view of the archer without risking her neck to strain from the angle and waited patiently for the blue eyed girl to show herself naked.

"I’m waiting!" Y/N teased in a sing-song voice, a mischievous smirk making its way onto Y/N’s lips as she eyed the shower stream while water drops hit the black, see-through glass of the shower, "you’re such a teas-oh."

Y/N’s words died in her throat as a strangled moan stumble out of it when the archer came back in sight stark naked and sporting a smug, seductive grin on her inviting lips, "close your mouth Y/N/N, or you’ll catch flies."

"Holy shit, Kate. You’re so fucking hot."

"So are you, babe."

Y/N stared at Kate’s front hungrily while nibbling on her bottom lip, "shit, you’re hot, beautiful, gorgeous."

Kate flushed hard at Y/N’s words and broke their staring contest just a moment to look down on the floor while her stomach flipped over itself. "Ready for the show?" The blue eyed girl watched as Y/N kept biting down on her lips as her eyes raked up and down her body as soon as she lifted her eyes back on the agent. "Y/N?"

Kate’s snarky tone pulled the Y/H/C girl out of her Kate Bishop induced trance, making her shook her head furiously before meeting a pair of amused, deep blue eyes, "hm?"

"I said, are you ready for the show?" When Y/N nodded furiously with eager eyes while her tongue slid out to lick the girl’s sudden dry lips, Kate chuckled softly under her breath and lifted her right eyebrow up seductively, "use your words babe."

"Yes, baby."

"Well then." Kate smirked mischievously and slipped under the water jet, shivering visibly and whining contentedly at the amazing sensation of having the hot water relax her contracted muscles.

"Oh fuck." Y/N exclaimed with her mouth hanging open, following a few water drops’ path down the girl’s inviting neck right between her supple breasts, causing her mouth to dry up instantly and made her lick her lips hungrily.

"I can feel you staring." Kate spoke up after a long minute of silence between them, the only sounds echoing around the bedroom’s walls were the sound of the water jet and their heavy breathing mingling together almost in synch, without even noticing. "Are you enjoying the show?"

"Mh, a lot." Y/N hummed, her hands laid on her bare stomach tingling with the need to caress her hot skin as her eyes took in the wonderful view that was Kate starting to lathering herself.

"Where do I start?"

Y/N was taken aback from the question and it made her meet the archer’s gaze in confusion, "what? You want me to guide you?"

"Yeah."

Y/N let out a strangled moan as she watched the girl’s serious expression on her features as she waited for instructions, "start from your neck." Kate diligently obeyed and moved the lathered cloth up and down her neck, a few shivers traveling down her spine at the feeling of having Y/N’s eyes glued on herself. "Now slid down your amazing boobs and clean them thoroughly for me."

"Oh!" Kate whined softly at the request and moved the cloth down slowly, creating goosebumps on the way to her boobs and causing her nipples to stand up in anticipation.

"Start with your left boob." Kate obliged with a small nod, making Y/N feel empowered as she watched the archer comply to her words. "Hm, that’s it babe."

"Y/N/N! Oh!"

"Shit, are you imagining it’s me touching you?" Y/N growled out, her tone an octave lower as her center started pulsating violently at the sensuality of their activities. "Do you wish it was my hand fondling your wonderful tits instead?"

"Oh yes!" Kate arched her head back and moaned loudly when the mix of Y/N words traveling straight between her legs and a particular flick of the cloth on her nipple, shot white shocks of pure pleasure in her aroused core.

"Don’t forget to pay some attention to your other boob too." Y/N instructed and instinctively moved her right hand and moved it up until she grasped her right breast and started massaging it, all the while her eyes never left the archer’s form, before adding her left one on her other breast.

"Hm, Y/N/N."

"Oh Kate!" A soft whine left Y/N’s lips involuntarily, causing the archer to move her head forward and open her eyes quickly to look at the agent on the bed, only to wail pitifully when her, now slightly darker, ocean blue eyes settled on Y/N laying on the mattress and fondling her own breast while watching her wash herself sensually.

"Fuck." Kate licked her lips hungrily when Y/N started teasing her hardened nipples while bucking her hips up to search some needed friction. "You’re so fucking hot like this babe."

"Oh Kate!" Y/N moaned again when the black haired girl’s gaze elicited white shocks that traveled right between her legs and increased her arousal copiously, "keep soaping yourself. Now-" Y/N stopped mid-sentence to moan again softly as she relentlessly kneaded her boobs, " get those mouthwatering abs all soapy for me."

"As you wish, my beautiful Y/N/N." Kate moved the cloth down her stomach and contracted her abdomen purposefully in the process, smirking widely when she heard Y/N whine out loud. "Like what you see?"

"A lot."

"I am quite enjoying my view, if I say so myself." Kate eyed hungrily Y/N’s naked body on the bed, her ocean blue irises focusing mostly on the Y/H/C girl’s hands still massaging relentlessly her round breasts.

"I noticed, it’s what took us where we are, isn’t it?"

"Yes." Kate hummed out in a hoarse tone, her hand traveling further down without noticing, teasing just her lower stomach right above her waistline, feeling her core clench needily for some attention. "And I’m so happy it happened."

"I thought you were sorry, if I remember correctly." Y/N teased with a wide smirk, arching her right eyebrow up in question and chuckling under her breath when she saw the smallest blush dust over the archer’s cheeks.

"Well, I was! For y’know staring at you without your consent. But as soon as you reassured me it was okay, I’m not sorry for ogling that beautiful, breathtaking body you have babe."

"Mh, I like when you call me babe."

"Well babe, don’t you think my abs are clean enough now?"

Y/N watched as Kate stood still in the shower, letting her stare at her abs covered in soap foam a few seconds, before moving under the water stream and wash everything away. Y/N’s mouth watered when Kate contracted her abs some more and noticed they were now even more defined as they glimmered with droplets of water under the light of the bathroom, "hm, yes. They’re clean enough." Y/N bit on her bottom lip as her eyes, with a mind of their own, skidded further down and stared directly at Kate’s exposed core, "hm-oh!"

Kate’s mouth hung open in a silent moan while her eyes took in Y/N, staring hungrily at her center and bucking her hips up in need as her hands pinched hard on her erected nipples, "oh fuck babe, are you wet for me?"

"So, so wet for you Kate." Y/N answered in a hummed tone, right after letting out a long, breathy, low moan at the question. "Are you wet for me too?"

"Since my eyes laid on you here."

"Then keep giving me this amazing show. Keep on with your shower." Y/N requested in a raspy voice, pleading Kate with her eyes, making the archer nod eagerly, "wash those mouthwatering, long legs. Slowly. Take your time."

"Babe-" Kate started countering back, but was stopped by a breathy moan coming from Y/N, who pinched her nipples once again, "can I speed all this sweet torture up? I want to worship you myself."

"Patience, my sweet baby. Just finish your shower and you can have me all night long."

Kate shivered at the promise behind Y/N’s words and got into action, a wicked idea passing through her mind as soon as she noticed a small bench on her left side and acted on it immediately. She smirked mischievously at the agent and tried to get her attention since her eyes were now staring at her chest while she kneaded her own eagerly, "babe." As soon as their eyes met, their bodies bursted into flames of pure, raw arousal, but Kate kept quiet, she decided to not say anything, and just laid quietly her left foot on the bench and bent her leg a bit, giving Y/N a better sight of her drenched cunt, a wide smirk unfolding on her lips at the shocked expression flirting in Y/N’s face at her action.

"Holy shit." Y/N stared mesmerized at the black haired beauty’s glistening core before focusing on the slow, teasing movements of the archer’s hands washing her calf. A whine left her lips when Kate purposefully grazed her cunt with the cloth before descending back down her knee. Without noticing, as Kate moved on washing her other leg, positioning the bench on the other side to allow Y/N to keep enjoying the view, Y/N’s right hand left her breast and skidded down, before sliding between her legs to tease her own wet folds. "Oh fUCK!"

At the loud moan coming from the Y/H/C girl’s mouth, Kate lifted her gaze from her legs to Y/N’s form, almost loosing her balance in the process as soon as her eyes settled on the girl’s hand on her center moving in slow but steady circles. "Oh shit! Y/N, you’re playing dirty here."

"I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Y-you’re- fuck- just so hot."

"So are you babe. So fucking hot." Kate’s hand not holding the soapy cloth gripped her thigh hard and her teeth sank on her bottom lip while her eyes stayed focused on Y/N’s hands teasing her cunt.

"You can touch yourself babe." Y/N let out in a breathy whine, a moan ripping out of her mouth when she turned her head back around towards the archer, after she moved it to the side at the intense pleasure invading her body when she finally gave her center the attention it craved, and was met with black irises staring at her hungrily, the girl still with her leg perched on the bench, but with her hand much closer to her center. "Forget about the shower. Touch yourself for me, with me."

"Shit- oh yes! Oh Y/N/N. This feels so good." Kate immediately slip her hand between her open legs and teased her clit slowly as her body buzzed in pleasure for finally paying her core some needed attention.

"Yeah. S-so fucking g-good!" Y/N canted her hips up to desperately try to increase her own pleasure, but she tried to stretch it some more with a few teasing circles on her clit while her eyes settled on the archer already teasing her folds. "Not so fast, babe."

Y/N’s firm tone stopped the archer in her tracks, making her meet the Y/H/C girl’s eyes confusedly, "what?"

"You were ready to slip your fingers in." Y/N spoke matter-of-factly, tutting the black haired girl with a cheeky grin on her lips and a small shake of her head.

"Yeah." Kate breathed out as goosebumps appeared on her skin at the predatory look Y/N was regarding her with, "like I said before, I am so wet for you babe."

"I know. But I want you to slow down and truly enjoy it."

"But, I-"

"No buts. Do like I say, please?" Y/N jutted her bottom lip out as she mustered her best puppy dog eyes, an innocent, stark contrast from the still moving hand between her legs. Kate opened her mouth to protest, but closed it right after and nodded diligently, "good girl." Kate lost her balance for just a second when her legs gave out at those two words leaving Y/N’s mouth as a small whimper left her lips. Y/N opened her mouth in a whispered moan at the reaction she just pulled from Kate and took a mental note to discuss it with her later, "now, what I want you to do is touch your boob while teasing your clit. Slowly. Or I’m stopping you."

Kate couldn’t control the loud wail that left her lips at the command, but obliged without saying anything else. Her right hand resumed its previous position between her legs, while the other grasped her left boob and started kneading it rhythmically with her fingers on her clit. "Oh."

"Fuck Kate. You are the best view I’ve ever seen." Y/N’s circles became a bit unsteady and really quick, her own arousal building as she mimicked the archer’s actions, her pleasure increasing copiously at the passion flowing between them. After spending about two minutes, torturing them both with a slow, what felt like endless, teasing, Y/N spoke up again, "pinch that mouthwatering nipple." Kate did as she was told before moaning out loud, "hm, those breasts are calling me to pay attention to them."

"You can come here. So I can fuck you properly."

"Mh, not so fast my eager archer." Y/N tutted again as she smirked proudly for edging Kate as much as she could to increase her incoming orgasm, "you can tease your pussy now. Do not enter your fingers."

Kate grunted out in satisfaction and gratitude and repeated her previous movements on her slits, feeling a great amount of wetness coating her fingers, "can I? Please I’m so wet."

"Do what? I want you to say it babe."

"Can I slip in? Please."

"Fuck- shit, okay. Together." Kate opened her eyes after closing them for a second when a particular hard swipe on her clit, elicited goosebumps all over her body, "wait, let me-" Kate watched Y/N shuffle on the bed, grabbing a pillow and positioning it right in front of her before laying herself perpendicularly on the mattress and giving her the perfect, unobstructed view of her dripping cunt. "So you can see me fuck myself better."

"Fuck-" Kate gritted her teeth hard as she closed her eyes harshly, "you don’t even know how hard I’m fighting against the impending need to run out of the shower and jump on that bed to fuck you senselessly."

Kate watched as a fresh wave of arousal left the girl’s slits at her admission and inadvertently slipped just the tip of her middle finger into her folds. "Fuck-" Y/N shuddered visibly and nodded furiously, "you can definitely do that. But later." Y/N stressed the word out and lifted her eyebrow up in challenge, "is that what I think it is?"

"What?"

"I see you started without me." Kate furrowed her eyebrows confusedly but then followed the girl’s gaze and it instantly clicked. "Oh." Kate shyly slipped the tip of her finger out and whined in protest at the missing stimulation, "sorry, it kinda slipped unintentionally."

"Mhmh." Y/N hummed with a cheeky grin, not completely believing the girl’s words, but not minding it since Kate desperately trying to touch herself was a wonderful sight.

"You exposing and putting on display your deliciously dripping pussy, made me move without even knowing it." Kate admitted in a low, raspy tone that traveled right between Y/N’s legs, making her squirm as arousal pumped faster into her veins and settled right between her legs, "it was like my finger had a brain of its own. And the fact that I am dripping wet too does not help."

"Kate, fuck." Y/N’s middle and ring finger draw small, idle circles around her entrance, almost mimicking the archer’s previous movements and slipping the tip of her two fingers into herself, but fought against every single cell in her body to increase their pleasures as she prolonged their teasing a few more moments.

"I can see how wet you are." Y/N almost came at the raspy tone Kate used and bit on her bottom lip needily as all her idea of more teasing flew out of the window.

"Kate- inside. Now. Slowly. Let’s do it together."

Kate moaned out loud but moved her fingers gently, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s ones as she eased two fingers in just like the Y/H/C girl was doing, both releasing, long, hoarse moans as they finally entered themselves. "Fuck, you are so hot."

"So are you my beautiful baby." Y/N whimpered out as she forced herself to pump her fingers slowly and steadily, mimicking Kate’s tempo, "you look so fucking hot as you fuck yourself."

"Shit-fuck! Can we go faster? I need it faster."

"Just bit. Then I want you to play with your mouthwatering chest." They both sped up their tempo just a notch, shivering wildly in the process as a familiar coiling feeling made it’s presence known into their stomaches, "hm yeah, that’s it." Y/N hummed out in pleasure as she watched Kate skid her free hand up and started massaging her left boob matching her other’s hand rhythm, causing Y/N to clench on her fingers in pleasure.

"Play with you clit, Y/N/N. I can hear it beg for some attention."

"I am the one giving orders. Not the way around Bishop." Y/N countered back seductively, but cursed under her breath when her body writhed and her clit pulsated in protest, wanting to fulfill the archer’s command.

"I know and I’m obeying. I want to do the same thing with you. See how good of a girl you are."

Those words. Those fucking words made Y/N almost tip over the edge as an hard shiver wrecked her body and made her release the most pitiful whine she ever emitted, so without countering back, she moved her hand frozen on her chest down her stomach and settled on her own clit, moving it in fast circles. "Oh Kate!"

"Yes! Y/N/N!"

"Faster baby, please." Y/N whined after a couple of minutes of them just looking into each other’s eyes and ogling at the other’s body as profanities left their lips here and there.

"I’m so close, Y/N/N. I want to come so bad."

"Me too baby, me too."

"Fuck I can’t wait to lick you clean." Kate admitted as she involuntarily licked her lips predatorily while her fingers pumped into her core faster and faster to tip herself over the edge. At that Y/N came with a loud wail of raw pleasure, Kate’s sultry statement echoing into her mind while Kate’s name left her lips repeatedly and juices spurted out of her core and that sight alone made Kate tip over the edge, making her loose balance for a second and caused her to lay the hand she had on her chest on the shower’s glass for stability.

Y/N slipped her fingers out of her core and laid them, glowing with her fresh release, on her thigh, eyes still closed as she recovered from her powerful orgasm. "Babe, fuck- that was one of the most powe- OH FUCK!"

In her post-coital haze, Y/N didn’t hear the archer turn off the shower and with her eyes closed she didn’t see her come out of the shower and literally sprint into the bedroom, before kneeling down in front of Y/N and, without notice, drag her tongue from the bottom of the girl’s slits up to her clit a few times to lap up all the girl’s release, "hm, delicious." Kate licked her lips hungrily before meeting Y/N’s eyes as she grabbed her hand and slipped the fingers that were buried into herself not too long ago into her mouth, watching as Y/N opened her mouth in a silent moan while her eyes darkened instantly.

"Holy shit." Y/N exclaimed, her hand immediately burying into the archer’s wet black tresses and gripped her scalp hard as the girl sucked on her digits. "I didn’t hear you come into the bedroom."

"I actually came into the shower, but y’know-" Kate cracked a joke after she thoroughly licked Y/N’s fingers, letting them go with a loud, dashing pop, before laying her cheek on the girl’s thigh and meeting Y/N’s eyes with a satisfied smile at her own joke.

"Such a dork." Y/N shook her head with a small chuckle while caressing the girl’s scalp gently.

"How do you feel?"

"Amazing."

Y/N’s short answer paired with a dope smile adorning her lips filled Kate’s chest with warmth, love and affection, "I’m honored for making you feel this good without even touching you."

"That’s the Kate Bishop effect I guess."

"And it’s about to become even more amazing in a second." Kate whispered sultrily on the girl’s thigh before laying a soft peck there, watching as goosebumps formed on its wake, and smirked inwardly when she watched Y/N open her mouth to probably ask what she meant with her enigmatic statement, only for her words to die in her throat as a moan got ripped out of her mouth and for her eyes to roll to the back of her head when Kate repeated the motion she did a few moments prior, licking Y/N’s slits teasingly, before engulfing her clit into her mouth and sucking on it hungrily.

"Oh FUCK!" Y/N’s hips canted up needily as they tried to chase down some friction, but a strong hand pushed it down on the mattress and prevented her from moving, "shit, Kate please- I am- YES FUCK!"

Kate felt pride invade every cell of her body at the unfiltered moans coming out of Y/N when she slipped her tongue in, immediately curling it to increase the Y/H/C girl’s pleasure and simultaneously pinched her clit gently, already setting an unrelenting pace to push Y/N over the edge as soon as possible so she could taste Y/N’s wonderful release all over again. "Oh. Kate. Oh."

The archer moved the hand tapping on Y/N’s clit to spread the girl’s thighs some more, before resuming its previous place and speeding up her ministrations when she felt the girl’s walls clench down on her tongue while her hips she was still pushing down on the mattress writhe uncontrollably under her palm. "Are you close?" Kate slipped her tongue out just a moment to murmur those words on the girl’s core, purposefully speaking in an octave lower voice, making vibrations travel from Y/N’s center and spreading throughout her entire body, and smirked proudly when she felt the girl shiver visibly as a loud wail left her lips.

"Yes, baby. So so so close."

"Then come for me." And then Kate slammed her tongue back in, speeding her movements as much as she could while rolling her clit fast with her thumb, moaning in delight when a few seconds later her mouth got flooded with Y/N’s release. She slowed her tongue’s movements to help the girl ride out her orgasm wave as much as she could and slipped it out only when she felt the Y/E/C girl’s body slump back on the bed, licking her clean with small, attentive and thorough licks. She peppered kisses from her left thigh, to her left hip, up her contracted stomach, before paying the tiniest attention to both of their girl’s breasts. She started kissing slightly all around the girl’s left nipple, sucking harder on the flesh right beside it to leave a visible mark, before wrapping her lips around the erected nipple and suckling on it hungrily a few moments, then moving to the other breast to repeat the same thing. When she was satisfied she payed enough attention to Y/N’s boobs, admiring the two hickeys she left respectively on both of the Y/H/C girl’s breasts, she continued her journey up the girl’s chest, brushing her tongue on her clavicles, biting softly on her pulse point before finally wrapping her lips around Y/N’s awaiting ones in a languid, dazzling kiss. "Hi."

Y/N chuckled loudly at the dorky words leaving Kate’s mouth and pecked her lips again, "only you can go from sex goddess mode to your dorky side in an instant."

"You love it. You love both of these sides." Kate countered back with a small smile, her eyes sparkling brightly with affection and happiness.

"Yes. Just as much as I love that wonderful tongue." Y/N whispered sultrily on Kate’s lips, before slipping her wet muscle into her slightly parted mouth and kissed her hungrily, "even if I’m dripping wet all over again from your ministrations on my boobs, it’s my turn to make you scream my name."

Kate had only the time to moan out at the statement, before feeling herself move quickly when the Y/E/C girl’s switched their positions and made Kate lay on the mattress as she straddled her thighs, "shit, I can feel your wet pussy."

"You can take care of it and fuck me later. It’s my turn now to worship you." Y/N kissed Kate hard on the lips before starting her journey down the archer’s body, beginning with soft nips under her well-defined jaw, then moved on her neck, where she left a few love bites on her pulse point and at the base of her neck, before moving to her chest and immediately slipping a pebbled, erected nipple into her mouth to suck on it harshly, smirking on her chest when she felt Kate buck up her hips needily while moaning uncontrollably. She spent an entire minute on the girl’s left boob, before moving to the other and repeating the exact same thing.

"Babe, please."

"Please what, my beautiful archer?"

Kate whined in need as Y/N left her chest and started dotting her abdomen with soft kisses, leaving a few hickeys here and there while teasing her right inner thigh with her right hand. "Please fuck me, I need you to- SHIT YES!"

Without warning Y/N slipped a digit into Kate’s wet folds, shuddering wildly when she noticed how easily her finger entered Kate and added a second one right after when the girl’s hips bucked up desperately for some friction. "Hm, so good." Y/N’s mouth was back on the girl’s chest, quickly becoming her favorite addiction, as her fingers pumped fast into the archer’s core, wanting to tease her a bit more but in the end deciding against it as her need to make her come overwhelmed her.

"Oh, yes! Y/N/N! Harder baby, make me fucking- SCREAM!"

"Yeah, tell everyone who is making you feel this good." Y/N moved back up and met Kate’s eyes, murmuring her words on the archer’s open lips before slipping her tongue in to kiss her fervently, stopping a few seconds later when Kate moaned out loud when Y/N added her thumb into the equation and started pumping her fingers harder and faster, slipping in deeper and deeper after some particular harsh thrusts.

"Y/N/N! I’m so close."

"Shit, you are so hot babe." Y/N murmured in awe as her eyes took in Kate’s breathtaking features, getting even more beautiful as they contorted in pleasure, a pleasure she was the reason of.

"Baby, OH YES FUCK!" Kate came a few moments later with an high-pitched moan as juices spurted out of her core and onto Y/N’s hand, Y/N slowing gradually its movements while showering Kate’s face with sweet and soft kisses. "Shit, I never came that hard."

"Hm- it’s flattering." They shared a languid kiss after chuckling at Y/N’s reply, before Y/N slipped her fingers out and leaned back a bit to make Kate clearly see her slide her fingers drenched with the archer’s juices from her orgasm into her mouth and lick them clean. "Delicious."

Kate growled under her breath and grasped her neck hard to slam their mouths together in an hungry kiss, shuddering visibly when she tasted herself on Y/N’s tongue and making Y/N whine softly when she also tasted her own release still lingering a bit on Kate’s tongue, both girls’ bodies wracked by hard shivers at the realization of their tastes mixing together into their mouths. "Who would’ve thought, a shower made us confess our feelings and have sex."

Y/N chuckled at Kate’s words and nodded at the absurdity of everything that happened in the span of a few hours between them, "and that’s why we’re now hopping into that shower again. I want to hear you scream under the stream of water as I eat you out."

"Only if I can slam your front onto that shower glass and hear your amazing tits slid on it as I fuck you bent over for me." Kate countered back sultrily, grasping Y/N’s ass hard before slipping her hand down and teasing the girl’s slits, making her release a needy moan.

"Deal."

[cloud-fairy-boy]

Ed tips that’ll keep you safe and skinny because we all know we won’t stop until we get there so let’s make sure that we make it there alive with functioning organs <3

Do NOT get an ed/4na etc buddy

I know this sounds weird but bear with me. I’m not saying “don’t make friends within the ed community” ofc by all means let’s be friends but it’s extremely dangerous to “encourage each other” to st4rve and shit even when it’s done unknowingly or with the intent of “help and support”. What we’re doing is already dangerous so let’s not encourage each other any further. When I was my lowest I had a real life bff that also had an ed and we would encourage each other and compete knowingly or unknowingly. It’s not a good relationship. Just be friends in a normal way idk send memes and vent every once in a while

Don’t chew too much gum

Yes, gum is amazing gum is awesome sometimes we use it as a meal substitute but 1) it weirdly has a lot of sugar in it and if you’re the type to switch to a new gum once the taste is gone you could be getting a lot of calories unknowingly. I once finished a pack of gum in one day and it racked up to 100 calories. That’s not worth spending on sugar you should eat some cucumber or something nutritious instead 2) it can definitely give you cavities if you go overboard because of the sugar 3) it can cause di4rrhe4 when consumed excessively 4) it can upset your stomach and cause aches if you chew on it for a very long time

Go out & drink water

We’re just houseplants with complicated emotions and childhood trauma. It’s important to get enough vitamin D for your bones to compensate for all the nutrients we miss out on. Also we don’t want to be depressed we just want to be sk1nni so don’t stay holed up in your room all day. Go out and move your body + if you eat 100 cals and just lay in bed all day you won’t be able to lose weight effectively because then your body will get into starvation mode and hang onto the fat in the body. Instead eat a bit more to gain some energy and burn it by being outside even if it’s just a walk. Actually walking is the best exercise especially for ed people but some of us aren’t ready for that conversation lmao

And for water you gotta have it frequently and have it plenty. But not too much all at once because you can d1e. I don’t remember the whole thing but you can look it up I know there’s been a recorded case of someone dy1ing from drinking too much water at once. But other than that if you struggle to drink water because you don’t like the taste etc I won’t tell you to put more shit in it to make it taste better because let’s all accept that putting fruit and water together makes them both nasty. Instead put your water into a relatively small but long bottle that can easily bend. Then while the bottle is in your mouth (bear with me ik it sounds super weird rn) put the bottle on a higher surface but not too high or you could choke on it. Just enough for water to flow into your mouth. Then you let go of the bottle and DONT TOUCH IT this way you will have no choice but to drink the whole thing. And dw you won’t drown because you can obviously stop to breathe between sips and you don’t have to do it quickly AND YOU CAN OBVIOUSLY TAKE THE BOTTLE AND JUST STOP DOING IT this is just something I’ve came up with to drink more water it makes it kinda like a carnival game idk lmao

If you feel like you’re about to faint don’t push it and give in

Okay now we all probably know how it feels to faint. But we also know that it kinda comes in waves. You can definitely feel that you’re gonna faint at least 20 minutes before it happens. So unless you’re in the middle of a fucking road where cars go and shit just stop on your tracks and sit down. In a store, at school, at the gym, in the bus etc literally no one gives a shit. It’s better to get some dust on your butt than to hit your head somewhere and d1e.

Have an emergency kit on you at all times

This is not a fucking anti binge box no it’s for actual health emergencies. In it you will have pads for surprise periods (let’s all admit that none of us have them regularly at this point so every time is a surprise) OR big wounds and nosebleeds. We’re already malnourished so when we loose blood it’s even more dangerous. You’ll also put water, candy, protein bars (I recommend kinds that you actively hate or ones that taste bad and no I don’t mean rotten or stuff you’re allergic to this is just to keep us from eating them unless we absolutely need them) in case you faint. I also recommend a little slip of paper with a trusted friend or family member’s number, your blood type, chronic illnesses and allergies etc in case you faint and need medical help while you’re unconscious

Don’t wear your binder too much

This is for my fellow binder buddies (god this sounded like a corporate slogan I hate it). It’s already very dangerous to use binders for more than 6 hours at a time but when you’re already low on nutrients and probably running around in hopes of burning calories you DEFINITELY shouldn’t wear your binder AT ALL. Instead opt for a sports bra while you’re exercising or you’re especially low on food that day. I know it’s very difficult to live with body dysmorphia AND dysphoria but we want to stay alive so we gotta do our best.

This was all for today peeps if there’s anything you want advice on put them in the rbs or comments I’ll read all of them like the morning paper. Stay safe, alive and hydrated

[totebagchiqbarista]

Heyy can i request a luka x fem!reader fic? Like you know how how luka is always calm and cool? What if he turns into a living mess after he meets reader? Like no stuttering or something but hes ranting about her to juleka all the time and cant concentrate when shes around??

what are you doing to me? // luka x fem!reader

request: anonymous

warnings: fluff, swearing?, Luka being a mess

pairing: Luka Couffaine x Fem!Reader

a/n: I really wanted to write some Luka stuff and this kind of stretched out to a good amount of words so I hope you like it! :)

"Dear God, Luka, stop talking!" Juleka shouted at her brother who entered her room uninvited for the 4th time today. She had understood he didn't have anybody really to talk to, but Lord was he getting annoying at this point.

"But I have to tell you something"

Pushing him out of her cabin one last time, Juleka stood at the door frame and stared at the blue boy. "Go out and find a life!" Of course, she didn't mean it like that, but before she could manage what she is doing, she slammed the door shut in front of him.

Luka was taken aback by the change in Juleka's attitude. He didn't flinch though. He was always that one collected and calm person in every group. Anger never fulfilled him in the ways it sometimes filled his mother, for example.

Anarka had never been the type to prohibit them of their freedom, but she tends to let her emotions take over her. When somebody mentions their dad, she turns red, wrathful at the memories that flow across her head. And it's never long until she completely lets rage form her.

But Luka was different. He was always the serene boy you would find in the back of the class writing songs, practicing riffs. When somebody took it out on him, Luka sucked it in, forgetting about the scene in a few days. He had never lost his temper, beat someone up, melted at someone's touch...

He didn't mind it, after all, there was nothing to whine about. He had all his emotions under control, and even though he would never admit it- it made him feel superior to others.

So Luka decided to go to the park. Whenever he had nothing to do, a simple solution always came to his mind- a warm walk through the park.

"Hi, Nino" he exclaimed seeing the familiar couple by the water fountain. "Hi, Alya."

Alya offered him a soft smile, taking a piece of Andre's ice cream. Nino lent him his famous handshake. "I'm excited for tonight!" said Alya, referring to the private hangout at Couffaine's that was yet to come.

Luka had completely forgotten about it. How could he do such a thing? Still, he kept his cool exterior, nodding his head in agreement. "Me too"

"Oh shoot! I forgot I was supposed to meet Y/n tonight" Alya looked back on her schedule.

"Who's that?" Luka questioned, having never heard of that name before

"An old friend of mine. She just recently moved here"

"She can come, too."

"Really?" Alya's face lit up in joy "You would do that?"

The blue-haired boy laughed "If there's one place in Paris everybody is welcomed, it for sure is the Couffaine's ship!"

"Great, we'll see you there soon!" Alya added before collecting her phone and her boyfriend, running to meet up with her long-term friend.

Luka was left alone by the fountain, staring faintly at the water drops in the pool. Hot summer day took a toll on him and his eyes closed slightly under the pressure of the beaming sunshine.

A wooden bench called out to him and so he sat underneath the cooling shade of the trees. Moments passed and Luka grew to be more impatient. Guests were to come tonight, maybe he should return and help Juleka set up for the evening hang out...

Just on a mark, a girl ran to the park, out of her breath. She seemed worn out as she breathed heavily from the excessive physical activity. She looked at the phone in her hands, it responding with a typical GPS lady voice.

"Shit" she mumbled as she frantically tried to get the directions from the small machine.

"Hey" Luka called out to her from his sitting position in the corner "Are you lost?"

The girl looked around, making sure the blue boy was talking to her. "Yeah, I guess I could say so." Just as she returned him the look, Luka was struck by her beauty. It seemed like such a cliché, really. And Luka hated clichés. Yet, he was mesmerized by the girl who stood before him.

"Right... Where do you need to go?" He asked, collecting himself by her feet.

"Uh," she let out an unknowing hum "Here"

The picture she showed was blurry but Luka figured the place. It was a place he liked to visit sometimes, too. He showed her the directions, making sure she knows all the tracks.

"Thank you so much" The girl beamed with happiness in her eyes "Thank you for helping me"

Luka nodded, and the girl turned around to leave in the direction he just showed her. Luka contemplated for a second before asking a question just as she was about to leave "Can I know your name, at least?"

Hope in his eyes, he stared at her for a full moment until she broke the silence. "We only just met. Besides, where's the fun in that?" Sending him one last wink goodbye, she disappeared into the streets of Paris.

Juleka wasn't a person one could easily talk to. Except for Luka. Luka knew his sister was quite an introvert and a rather shy soul. He respected it and grew to watch over her, protecting her privacy with others. But with him, she was sometimes an extremely cheerful and bubbly person. Hell, there were moments he wished she could stop talking!

So when the two of them collaborated in decorating the harbor for their friends, they finished rather quickly. In under 2 hours, the duo managed to make the best party ship anyone has ever seen.

"Alya is bringing a friend," Luka said as he and Juleka tried to put the last fairy lights around.

"Really? Who?"

"An old friend who just moved here. Y/n as I recall."

Juleka nodded, trying to remember the name "Oh yes, Y/n. Alya told us about her. I'm glad to finally meet her."

Soon enough, the guests started to gather and their home was erupting from chit chats and music. Luka talked to everybody, getting lost in the crowd. His mind always found its way back to the silhouette of the lost girl from the park. There was something he couldn't get enough of in her...

"Luka, could you play us something?" asked Marinette to what Luka only nodded, heading to his room for the guitar.

"Alya is here!" Rose exclaimed when she noticed her friend at the entrance. Next to her stood a girl, a girl Alya has told them almost everything about.

"Hi, guys! This is Y/n" everybody welcomed them, all eyes prying on the newbie.

Marinette came closer and hugged her "I'm Marinette" she addressed as she offered her a soft smile "I've heard so much about you!"

"I could say the same" Y/n returned the sweet gesture.

"What took you so long?" Nino asked looking at his watch and then back at them.

"My bad. I got kind of lost."

The moment Luka stepped on the ship, the last thing he expects to see was the girl he couldn't stop thinking about. The girl that has been playing in his head all day, since the moment they met. Well, not exactly met.

"You" he blurted without thinking as he set his guitar down.

The pair of orbs he remembered from this morning, looked up at him, as surprised as him. "You" she joked back, not breaking the eye contact.

"You two know each other?" Marinette asked looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Not really. He helped me find the way this morning" Y/n explained

"And she didn't even tell me her name"

"It's more fun this way, don't you think?"

Luka chuckled offering her a handshake. "I'm Luka"

"Y/n"

The night moved slowly and Luka found himself growing more and more nervous whenever Y/n was around. This can't be! He's always the calm one, the collected one, the untouchable one. No, no. It's just a mire admiration. Nothing much, really. He's as steady as ever...

"Spin the bottle!" Alya shouted out of nowhere

Numbers of confused faces turned to her in a moment. She proceeded, explaining her outburst. "Let's play spin the bottle"

The teens looked around, meeting with other's sights, nodding in agreement. Soon enough, the group was sat on the floor. Upon choosing a seat, Luka looked around. There were 2 left: beside Y/n and opposite of her. He wanted to sit beside her, really. Oh, just how he wanted to sit beside her, their knees touching... But he was so nervous. His palms sweat just for the thought and his heart raced with a speed unknown to man.

So he sat opposite of her.

"Right, so, we are playing spin the bottle combined with truth and dare. A person spins the bottle and they ask "truth or dare?" the one who the bottle has sat on." Alya explained.

Marinette went first, the bottle landing on Y/n. The bluenette smiled softly and asking the question. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"Are you happy to be in Paris?"

"Very!" The two exchanged graceful smiles earning a groan from Nino.

"Where are the fun questions! C'mon dudettes!" he cried obviously disappointed in his friends.

Marinette looked at him in confusion "What do you want me to ask?"

"I don' know, something interesting. Like, describe your perfect type, or something"

Y/n laughed for a second. "Well I don't really have a type but guitarists hold a special place in my heart"

Luka looked at her in surprise but wasn't met with her gaze. That was it. He'll lose his mind because of this girl and there's no turning back. He'll be defeated, if only he wasn't already.

Y/n grew to be a great addition to the class and the friend group. And she grew closer to Luka's heart, more close than he liked to admit. When she was around, his mind was rollercoasters, when she was away her melody played in the back of his head. It was exhausting, really. Luka had never acted this way, especially not for a girl. It was all new to him.

It had been almost two months since Y/n's first day in the city of love. Never had she imagined that she would fall so in love with the people, the culture, the capital of France in general. She was standing on her balcony, looking at the most beautiful sightseeing- the Eiffel tower.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving, see you later!" she shouted as she closed the front door behind her. Juelka had invited her to help her out with band stuff. She was a bit surprised to say at least for Y/n wasn't much of an intellectual in that field.

The traffic was light and soon enough she stepped foot on the magnificent ship. The boy she already knew very well was strumming his guitar in the corner.

"Nice tune" she whispered, coming behind him

Luka jumped a little, taken aback by her unexpected figure. "Y/n? Why-"

"I invited her, I need some help," said Juleka from the door. "I'll be back in a second" and with that, she disappeared.

Y/n sat on a chair beside him, feeling the tension rise. Luka's melody became more insecure, more unsteady. It felt as if he was trying too hard.

"What happened?"

"I don't know" Luka answered, regretting holding the guitar now. It was true, when she was around, it was not much he could do. His mind always wandered elsewhere.

An uncomfortable silence took over them. Juleka was nowhere in sight. After some minutes of complete dull, Y/n stood up eager to leave. "Tell Juleka I'm sorry, but I just remembered I have to go."

Luka wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He was afraid of blurting out something way more stupid. So he nodded, regretting his decisions. What has she done to him? He can't even think straight, what to do, what not to do. He's a mess and it's all because of her.

"What are you doing you, idiot, go after her!" Juleka stormed out of the ship, scolding her older brother.

"What?"

"Go after her! Tell her how you feel! God!"

"What are you talking about?" Luka played it off dumb

Juleka's anger only grew "Oh please, mister untouchable, you're not so secretive about it. You can never concentrate when she's around, when I mention her, you grow all impatient. You talk about her ALL THE DAMN TIME. I can't listen to you anymore!"

Luka shifted in his spot "I don't talk about her that much"

"You literally stormed in my room last night talking about her humor and how cool she is. Go tell her how you feel, Luka"

He contemplated for a minute making Juleka impatient "Now! Go!"

The blue boy nodded, setting his guitar aside, and running as fast as he could. He ran the way he remembered Y/n to go. His legs could sprint only so fast but somehow he managed to run it all the way through.

Just by the bridge, she saw her walk by herself. It was already getting late, the sun was just around the corner, held by its fingertips to not yet say goodbye. She was looking to the river, calm and alone. "Y/n!" he shouted, putting all the energy he had to pull it through.

"Y/n!" he screamed once more to what the girl turned around. Just as she was about to ask what was happening, Luka panted taking her hand in his the moment he got the chance.

"No, no, I talk." He said taking a deep breath and looking right into her eyes. "Y/n from the moment we met in the park, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You took a tool on me, god, I'm wrapped around your finger! I can't focus when I see you, I lose all my senses when you smile"

Y/n smiled at the ongoing love declaration. "And no matter how hard I tried to cover up my feelings, to forget you, there just is no escape. I am lost, I'm losing my mind. God, what are you doing to me? I rant about you to Juleka, dear Lord. You made a mess out of me, Y/n, and I love, I love, I love you."

And before thinking, Y/n pressed her lips against his. She kissed him long and lovingly, making him melt under her touch.

"That makes the two of us"

[myckicade]

Prompt: Ok so we all know Coco is touch starved, and would be clingy af in a relationship. What about Coco x wife!reader, while she’s trying to do basic errands/chores and Coco is her shadow?

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one. I really have. Hee hee. I just adore Coco. <3 . This piece sort of follows the story of the last two Coco x Reader pieces I have written, but it will stand-alone, just fine. And, I swear, these things just have a mind of their own. I can continue to apologize for length, and content, but, in the end... I let the story tell itself. ;) . <3 .

As a warning, I come from Vermont, where we have a plastic bag ban. Last I knew, California was the first state to have one. I don’t know how that would translate to Santo Padre, but… When I mention fabric bags, I mean reusables, and the ban is why. ^^;;;;.

Title: Worthwhile

Teaser: He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it.

“Okay…” you murmur, slowly, eyes scanning over the paper in front of you. Fifteen items, nothing crazy. Shouldn’t take you more than an hour, tops, and that includes travel to and from the store. “I think I’ve got everything we need… And, specials included your beer, and those little frozen cream puffs.”

Beside you, Coco groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, I love those things.”

You giggle, but keep reading. Your man is too damn cute. “Feminine products.”

“Do those count as special?” Coco genuinely sounds thoughtful, as he steps up behind you, where you are leaning over the counter top. He wraps his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Kinda’ a necessity, ain’t they?”

Tipping your head, you glance to your husband. Seriously. This man is a treasure. “Why don’t you run for political office?” you tease, pleased when Coco chuckles.

“Yeah, my record’ll look great, on the campaign trail.”

You shrug. “You can tackle pink tax, and tax evasion, at the same time.”

Coco grins, and steals a peck off your lips. “What else you got on there, muñeca?”

“Hmmm, let’s see…” You turn back to your list, tapping the pen against your lips, thoughtfully. Spying the next item on it, you try not to let out another giggle. He’s not going to like this one. “Letty asked if we could have that cauliflower pizza thing for dinner, tonight.”

As expected, this groan is decidedly not from food lust. “Fuckin’ vegetarians. When the hell is she gonna’ get over this shit?”

“It’s just a phase, Coco,” you remind him, for the… Well, honestly, you’ve lost track. It started shortly after the wedding, Letty’s change in diet, and you’re still not convinced the two aren’t related. You’re just not entirely sure how. But, two months in, and she’s still looking healthy, so you won’t send up any alarms. “It’s very popular at her high school, right now.”

Coco scoffs, disgusted. “When the hell’d she start copyin’ other people, anyway? My girl ain’t no follower.”

The words send a shot straight to your heart. He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it. The love he has for Leticia is the greatest proof. They may carry on like cats and dogs, but when push comes to shove, there is nothing they won’t do for one another. My girl. It brings a warmth to your soul, and a smile to your lips.

You shake it off, enough to formulate a response. “She’s figuring out how to be her own woman. Trying new things.” You shrug, not wanting to make a big deal of it. You were Letty’s age, once, of course. And, a girl, to boot. Some things, Coco just won’t be able to understand. “It’s a process.” He hums, still disgruntled, but doesn’t push out another word. “You want anything else?” you ask, holding up your list. “I’ve gotta’ get going, before I run into the football widows.”

Before you can even take a step away, Coco tightens his arms around you. “You sure you gotta’ go, though?” he asks, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck. “With the house all to ourselves, like this?”

“If I don’t go,” you start, as Coco’s touches gain intent, becoming teasing kisses. Damn him. It feels nice, you won’t lie, but there are other things on your mind, right now. Priorities.

You’re just… having trouble remembering what they are.

Oh. Yeah. Shopping.

“If I don’t go, we won’t have anything for dinner.”

Another kiss, accompanied by a barely-there swipe of tongue. You shiver, and Coco moves his lips to your ear. “We can order in,” he whispers, breath so invitingly warm against your skin.

Oh, this asshole.

“And, what are we supposed to have for breakfast, tomorrow?” you try, again. “Half an Eggo, and a pack of Skittles?”

Coco cuddles you closer, again. “Ain’t you never heard about livin’ on love, baby?” Some of his smoothest work, that is. And, it’s almost convincing. Almost. You can imagine the afternoon ahead, if you give in. Your clothes will come off, and won’t be back on until the last second, before Letty walks back through the front door. By that time, you’ll be too tired to roll your ass off the bed, let alone go grocery shopping. And, you promised Letty you’d talk Coco into that cauliflower pizza.

“Great as that sounds,” you agree, preparing to capitalize on the truth. You ease yourself away from Coco’s stubborn hold, and give him one more smooch, just to soften the blow to come. “I don’t think Letty will appreciate the sentiment.”

A third groan. You must be going for a record. “C’mon, (y/n).” Oh, he’s whining. It’s so cute, it’s unreal. “We’ll find some place that delivers that rabbit food shit.”

Unfortunately for Coco, you’re already grabbing your bag. Lucky for you. You’re still two seconds from giving him what he wants. (He just doesn’t need to know so). “I’ll be back in a while.” God willing. “If you think of anything else, call my cell.” You rush out the front door, and don’t look back. If you see the look on your husband’s face, you know you’re as good as done.

*

Well, what the shit? Coco stares at the front door as it closes, you on the wrong fucking side of it. His arms are at his sides, palms turned toward the ceiling. That went so well. He kind of can’t believe you just walked away, like that. Left him alone, and wanting. In your big, empty house.

He probably should have volunteered to tag along, instead of just chasing you off.

Fuck.

Glancing around, Coco tries to find something to do. Something to clean, at the very least. But, that’s the trouble with having moved in with you, after the wedding, he supposes. Ain’t nothing to tidy up. Not that the three of you don’t have possessions. They’re all just in their proper places. Probably Leticia’s doing, in the end. He’d had a long talk with her, before the move, that she absolutely has to keep her shit where it belongs. Your house isn’t like their house. There aren’t burn marks in the carpet, or gouges in the coffee table. Dishes go in the damned dishwasher, not left to pile up on the counter, or in the sink. Beds get made. Laundry gets folded, and put away. No more wrinkled heaps in the clothes basket. So far, the kid’s been doing good. Real good.

Coco, though? He’s never felt so unnerved in his life.

It was different when he just visited. Spent a night or two, here or there. He’d almost felt at home, then, stupid as it sounds. At home, with the knowledge he wasn’t staying. But, now? Now, the reality has settled in, and he feels so-so… out of place. There’s so much he’s struggling to adjust to.

You have a purified water system installed under the sink, where Coco is used to buying bottled water.

You have a dining room, where Coco and Letty are used to eating on the couch.

You have an extended cable package, whatever the fuck that is.

You kind of have it all, here, certainly by comparison to what Coco is used to. The best of everything. Which really makes him wonder – not for the first time – what the hell you’re doing with a dirt-poor biker for a husband? You’ve had this conversation, on multiple occasions, and you’ve explained yourself, every time. But, this time… This time, you’re not around to give that speech. You’re not around to hold him, and kiss his face, and reassure him in a way that only you can. No, you’re at the grocery store, shopping for Coco, and his kid, which was apparently a better offer than staying home with him.

Oh, nope. Nope, he’s doing it, again. He can feel it. You love him, he reminds himself. You’ve got his ring on your finger, his last name, and – God-willing – his baby in your belly. By choice. All by choice.

Coco takes a deep breath, in. Lets it back out, slowly. Tries not to get sick, for all the nerves coming up to greet him. He wraps one arm around his own torso, free hand moving up to cover his mouth.

Fuck, he hopes you get back, soon.

*

You let out a deep sigh, as you park your car in the garage. Oh, it is so good to be home, at long-last. Talk about Old Home Week. You’d run into everyone, and his brother, at the grocery store. Shopping had taken nearly twice as long as you’d meant for it to, and you just know Coco must be losing his mind, by now. You hate to think about it, in such terms, but, sometimes… Well, sometimes, Coco reminds you of a new puppy. You can’t really leave him alone, without some kind of separation anxiety creeping up on him.

Ah, well. At least he isn’t ripping down the drapes, and shredding the couch cushions.

You blink. Well. That you know of.

Shaking your head, you climb out of the car, mentally preparing to unload armloads of bags. Maybe, if you really, really try, today will be the day you can finally get all twenty bags in, in one trip.

Right. And, shortly thereafter, you can have both forearms set, and casted. Be a real turn-on, in the bedroom.

You’ve managed to grab half a dozen bags, when the door to the mud room opens. “Hey, don’t grab too many!” Letty warns, as she comes hopping down the steps. “Let us help!”

Glancing up, you smile. For having had such a rough start, Letty can be a sweet girl. You know she gets that from her father. “Well, thank you,” you reply, resting a few, fabric handles onto her outstretched hands.

Letty grins, lowering her hands to her sides, before leaning in. “Did you talk him into it?” she whispers, conspiratorially.

You snicker, and whisper back, “He isn’t getting a choice. He’s outnumbered.”

“Yes!” Her hiss of victory is hardly subtle, catching Coco’s attention as he pokes his head out the door.

“You two plottin’ against me, again?”

“Yes,” you and Letty reply, in unison, leading you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

Coco is all grins. “’Course, you are.” He strides closer, he and Letty dancing around one another as she moves into the house. You lean into the car, and retrieve a few more bags. If Coco’s out here, he might as well assist. He’s peering into the car, once you stand back up, and lets out a low whistle. “Damn, (y/n)! You buy out the whole store, or what?”

“Hardly,” you reply, dryly. You hold up your hands, offering Coco the bags. “Here you go.”

“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” Thankfully, your hold on the bags is solid. Instead of grabbing the groceries, Coco’s hands are suddenly groping all over you. One hand is settled firmly at your ass, the other sliding into your hair, at the back of your head. He wastes no time diving in for a slow, deep kiss, and, damn, does his timing suck. He could have at least let you put the bags down, first. The contact makes you tingle, and has you regretting your decision not to stay home. Coco pulls back, after a few seconds, and hums. “Mm. Best delivery ever.”

You can’t help the small snort of amused laughter that leaves your throat. “Good try, Coco,” you praise, easing back far enough to offer him the bags, again. The look of disappointment on his face is just pitiful. “I’m not banging you in the garage.”

He has the grace to mock gasp. “I’d never!” It’s a crock, and you both know it. He looks too amused to be repentant, and you look too aware to be angry. You just raise your hands, slightly, in a third offer. Coco sighs. “All right. All right.” He takes the bags from your hands.

“Thank you.” You grab another load for yourself, rounding the open car door to follow Coco’s lead, into the house. One more trip for each of you, and you should have it covered. So much for only buying fifteen items.

Coco might be right about buying out the store.

*

Watching from the dining room, Coco has a good view of you and Letty unpacking the last of the groceries. Damn kid, she’d thrown him out, about ten minutes prior.

“Less groping, more helping, Coco,” Letty had warned him, after he’d tried to pin you against the sink.

It had been his last warning. Now, he’s been banished. Not the worst thing in the world, not really. Over the last few weeks, he’s really learned that there are some tasks he’s not so fond of. Pruning roses… Yeah, he’s pretty sure you’ll never let him do that, again. And, hey, nobody told him what to fill the bird feeder with. Unpacking groceries goes on that list, somewhere between line-drying laundry, and a streak-free mirror. He’s not sure why. Goodness knows, it makes him feel like a kid at Christmas, most times. Since being with you, though…

Since being with you, he feels like he’s taking advantage of something.

Yes, groceries are a strange place to let that feeling land, but he can’t help it. Coco’s been responsible for feeding himself since before he cares to remember. The only time anyone provided his meals was during deployment, and half that shit barely passed for edible. You, though… You keep the house stocked with more food than he’s seen anywhere, outside of a corner market. Letty always has options to take to school, and there’s a nutritious dinner on the table, almost every night. (Some nights, he actually does win the battle for delivery). If Coco goes on a run, you send him along with snacks for the road. And, yeah, he kinda’ likes that. He also likes the energy bars you picked out for him, last week. Something with cherries, and dark chocolate. He wonders, for a second, if you picked up any more. Come in handy during his mid-week trip outta’ town.

Coco blinks. Then, he does it again, just for good measure. That’s it. That’s what’s so fucking weird about this whole thing.

It’s you.

Okay, no, it’s not you, you. But, it’s you. It’s you, taking care of him. It’s you, seeing to his needs. Letty’s needs. It’s you, being his wife, his partner. It’s you, slotting into the place of role-model for his teenaged daughter. Welcoming them into your home. Not treating it like it’s your home. It’s you, being so fucking perfect for him, it’s taken his mind all this time to catch up with reality.

Coco doesn’t get perfect. Perfect doesn’t want him.

Except, now, it does.

Before he knows what he’s doing, Coco strides into the kitchen. He doesn’t wait for you to put the box of pasta in the cupboard. He just takes it from your hand, ignoring your confused look, as he tosses it onto the counter.

“Coco!” Letty admonishes, but it’s no use. He’s already lifting you off the floor, arms around your perfect backside. The kid gives a long-suffering sigh, he hears it, but pays it no mind.

Nothing – nothing – is going to keep him from holding you in his arms.

Your own arms go around Coco’s neck, and you smile down at him, surprise still lingering in your eyes. “Uhm… Hi, there.”

Coco grins. “Hey, muñeca.” Leaning up, he pecks you on the lips.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, to which Coco shakes his head. Closes his eyes, as your fingers play in his hair.

“Nah. Got all I need.”

*

Pulling a package of mixed vegetables from the half-unpacked shopping bag, Letty rolls her eyes. You two… God, you’re gross. Coco always has his hands on you, no matter what you’re trying to do. It’s a wonder you don’t carry a damned fly swatter around. Actually, it’s a wonder you ever accomplish anything. He’s always smooching, and smiling, and snuggling at you. It’s disgusting. It’s pathetic.

It’s so damned cute, it’s sickening.

Really, Letty’s enjoying seeing Coco so happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not the false pride he carries around with his kutte. He’s more relaxed, nowadays. He drinks less, and he spends more time at home, both of which mean he’s not hanging around with those skanks at the clubhouse. He eats more, he’s healthier… Nothing to complain about, there.

And, hey, she has no complaints about you, either. You’re pretty cool, all-around. A woman who takes care of herself, and her family, and doesn’t bitch about either one. You’re not using Coco for money, or status, none of the shit she’s always been worried her father would fall into. There aren’t arguments, every night, not even between herself and Coco, as of late. No hostilities, nothing to avoid the house over. Just good dinners, and movies, and a new fish tank in her room. (Okay, so, you’d earned some major points with that birthday gift. She hadn’t actually expected to get one, when she’d mentioned it). For the first time, she understands what a peaceful, happy family feels like. It feels nice. It feels like home.

Glancing back to where Coco now has you perched on the counter top, stealing the most syrupy-sweet smooches… Letty can’t help but smile. Home is A-okay by her.

*

The sound of the air conditioner humming in the bedroom usually lulls you right to sleep. Tonight, it’s just providing you with white noise, a low background track to your thoughts. You don’t mind, not really. It gives you a few minutes to reflect on the day that’s just ended. To plan your day, tomorrow. To weave your fingers through Coco’s hair, and listen to him breathe. That, alone, makes it worthwhile.

Coco has been asleep against your shoulder for nearly an hour, now. Your arms are wrapped around him, comfortably, his own around your waist. You’d urged him up to bed, after he’d fallen asleep on the couch, his head in your lap. He’d snoozed from the middle of the movie, to the end of the nightly news report. Letty had tsked, and complained that no one had any business, whatsoever, in falling asleep during Zombieland. (How he’d stayed asleep was still a wonder to you, both, for how hard you’d been laughing at Tallahassee). With your fingers in his hair, Coco had been blissfully unaware for a couple of hours.

Glancing down, you take in the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. He looks so damn peaceful, the kind you’d outright murder to preserve for him. Coco’s still struggling with sleep, and relaxation, even though you’d hoped it would ease up, once your nuptials had passed. Most of it, you know will never go away. Anxiety doesn’t have a magic wand, or some perfect little on/off switch. And, all things considered, today wasn’t a terrible day. You’d been able to leave the house, with minimal panic on Coco’s part. Granted, it had taken extra time to get the groceries put away, and dinner made, but… You understand, as much as you are able to, that Coco needs the reassurances. It doesn’t cost you anything to carve a few moments from the day, every here and there, to give him what he needs.

Okay, so it did cost you that first batch of pancakes, this morning. They’d burned on the stove, and set off the smoke alarms, when he’d insisted on a dance through the living room. But, Coco loved the song you’d been playing on your Spotify, so there was really no denying him.

Oh, and… Yeah, you’d missed that phone call from the bank, the week before. Your husband had slipped up next to you, on the porch swing, and snuggled you to within an inch of your life. An easy fix, and you still got the business loan, but…

And, sure, you’ve been late to work, on numerous occasions. Coco has a habit of sneaking into your morning shower. And, after that… Well, hell, you own the company. It’s not like you have to explain to the boss that you’re late to your shift, on account of baby-dancing. (Fucking forums).

Point is, you’re more than happy to take care of Coco’s emotional needs. It may take you an extra hour to pay your bills. Daily tidying may have become every-other-day-if-you’re-lucky tidying. And, your ass may have gone numb, tonight, while he slept on your thigh. During which time, you could have loaded the dishwasher. Taken out the trash. Any number of tasks that have been neglected, in the name of Coco. They can wait.

Leaning in, you press a tender kiss to your husband’s forehead, before settling back in, and closing your eyes. Yes, chores can wait. Work can wait. The whole world can hold it, with both hands. So long as you’re around, Coco’s well-being will never have to take the back seat.

*

P.S. If Coco denies it, he’s full of it. He fucking loved that cauliflower pizza. Fucking vegetarians, indeed.

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So warm and tender

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

A/n: Hello! finally the last part of Ember. I hope you guys like it and sorry for making y’all wait so long for the confrontation lol)

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Y/n’s POV

“Aunt Pam?!” you say in shock as you stop struggling against the vine wrapped around your body.

“Y/n, is it really you?” your aunt said as the vine loosened its grip and gently lowered you on the ground. “ Where have you been? Everyone has been going crazy looking for you”

You don’t answer as you look at your aunt. You didn’t realise you missed her as much as you did but now all you want to do is throw yourself in her arms. So you did.Pam, sensing you needed comfort rather than an interrogation, wrapped her arms around you. “I missed so much my Petal.” 

With those five words, all the hurt and pain you bottled up came out. and you cried.

As you cried, your aunt looked at the girl she hasn’t seen in eight years, and wondered what she’s been going through and if she did the right thing by giving you to your father all those years ago.

“Petal, I think you need to explain what’s going on”

You look up and sniff, “ Yeah, i think an explanation is well in order.” and you tell her everything. From the years of being ignored by your father, your last argument, the two weeks you spent in captivity, and your new powers. 

“ And that’s when I found you.” You finish looking at the grim faces of Pam and the other woman, who now that you think about it looks really familiar. 

“Oh, you poor puddin’!” you found your face being squished between two ands and then you were comically pressed against a body in a tight hug. 

“Don’tcha worry bout a thing, me and Pammy will take care of everything, you just sit here and---”  This seems familiar...

“ Harley, I don’t think she can breathe.” “Oh right, now you remember, it the blonde woman who used to sneak into the apartment”. You think to yourself as you struggle to get loose from her grip. You hear someone snicker and see Danny looking at the commotion. 

“ Shut up Danny, where have you been?” You say, forgetting that you’re the only one who can see him. 

“Exploring, do you thing she could hug me like that too?” 

“ If you weren’t already dead, I’m sure they would kill you for that comment”

Pam and Harley look at each other in concern as it seems like you’re talking to yourself. 

“ Hey kid, if you’re gonna talk to yourself, try an’ do it when other people can’t see you, like me.”  The blonde says as if someone talking to themselves was a daily occurrence for her.  You explain that with your powers, you were basically dead and can speak and see other dead people. Hearing that, Pam’s expression darkened

“He let you die?” she said in a grim tone. All the vines and plants in the room started whipping around angrily as if they were looking for the person who wronged you. It was then when you realized it wasn’t your Auntie Pam who taught you how to plant petunias you were looking at, this was Poison Ivy. 

“ Men, you can never trust em’. Well, whadda say little flower, ya up for a little premeditated murder?” and that was the infamous Harley Quinn. 

“ It would’ve been nice to know that you’re related to scary criminals y/n....” Danny said in a fearful voice. And if you were being honest you just found out that your aunt Pam was also the Poison Ivy but to be fair you haven’t seen her since you were like eight. 

“I don’t want to kill him” you finally say. “ I don’t want anything to do with him. Nor his precious Spiderling.” The plants calm down as Ivy calmed down and was your aunt Pam again. “ What do you want to do?” she asks.

You think to yourself and say,” I want him to know how he made me feel, and then I want to stay with you.”  Your aunt and Harley froze when you said that. 

“Petal, there is nothing I want more than for you to stay with me again,” She started, “ But it isn’t safe for you to stay.” Your eyes started to water

“But I-I have powers now, I can defend myself! I won’t be any trouble, it’ll be like I’m not even here” At this point, anything was better than going back to being invisible. “Please...I don’t want to go back...” 

Hearing the desperation in your voice broke Pams, Harleys, and Danny's heart. Pam because this was the daughter of her closest friend. She vowed to protect you from anything the day you came to her after losing your mother. Seeing you like this just reminded her how she, in her mind, has failed you. Seeing you so desperate to get away from the man who broke your heart reminded Harley of herself. The nights she would sneak into the tiny apartment you shared with Pammy, in hopes of escape only to get drawn back with empty promises. So yeah, she had a small soft spot for you. And Danny, you were the only person who saw him after months of being invisible. He felt like he needed to help you in your mission to get your father regret ignoring you.

“Hey Pammy...maybe we should call him...” Harley started to suggest. 

“NO, I’d rather drink weed killer than go to that...orphan collector for help.” the red head spat. “ No. We’ll figure it out but she can stay here for now.”

Hearing that you had a place to call home now, gave you the motivation to go and confront your father. Not only for ignoring you, but for leaving you in that..cell for two weeks. He didn’t even attempt to look for you as far as you knew. You’d have thought at least one of the other Avengers would have came to save you. But no one came. After all those years, no one came.

“Y/n.. your eyes” Danny whispered, his cold hand touching your arm snapped you out of your mind. The neon glow of your eyes faded to your normal e/c. 

“ Aunt Pam, Harley is there any way you guys can get me to New York and back?” You ask, finally ready to confront your father. 

“ Well....” Harley say as with a smirk

~~~~~~~~~one terrifying ride on a stolen batplane later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving to New York you made Pam and Harley wait a few blocks away from the tower, as you really didn’t want the Avengers to find out your aunt was a wanted criminal. You “went ghost” as Danny like to call it and snuck into the Tower with ease. You then snuck into your room, seeing everything covered in a layer of dust as no one has been in there for over two weeks. You packed a bag and filled it with some clothes, books and a picture of you and your mother. You took that bag and walked to the door, looking around at the room that was both you prison and safe space. It was decorated with multiple trophies, medals, and ribbons all from the multiple sports and clubs you joined to impress your father. Not like that ever happened. Danny wander around looking at the multiple teams photos you had hung up.

“ You’re a volleyball girl?” he said, “ Huh. I’d never have had guessed.” 

You rolled your eyes as you finished packing. “ Hey I have a job for you.” you say turning to him. “ I need you to go to the control room and turn off the power for thirty minutes. Then turn it back on and come find me in the common room.”

“ Yes ma’am” Danny says, saluting and disappearing through the wall before he comes back. “Ummm, wheres the control room?” 

You roll your eyes and explain how to get to the control room and wait. When the lights go out and you’ll make your move. Your father would have to pass through the common room to get to the control room from his lab, which you assume he’ll be. There you’ll be waiting for him. 

The lights go out. It’s showtime.

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Tony's POV

The team spent three more days searching for you. They followed every lead and half of the team even flew out to the building that collapsed an hour ago. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stood behind to look at more clues. It was a little past midnight, and both Steve and Natasha went to bed leaving Tony to tinker in his lab. Tony was making improvements to a certain spider suit as he thought about what his daughter said to him before she went missing.

“Sir, there seems to be someone in Y/--” FRIDAY started to say when the power cut out.

“FRIDAY??” Tony questioned as he walked out to check the control room, making sure to get his nano bracelet just incase. As he walked down the hallway he thought about waking up Steve and if he was brave enough to wake Natasha when he heard it.

“Hi daddy.”

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up in disbelief. The lights turned back on to reveal his daughter. Wearing a black halter top, spandex leggings, grey boots with elbow length gloves. She looked skinny, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in the weeks she was gone. And for some reason the air was cold in the room. But there she stood.

‘Y/n” Tony said breathlessly. 

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Y/n pov

As you wait for Tony to walk in,you look around the common room and reminisce. You think about the time when you first moved in, and you got lost trying to find the bathroom and accidently walked into Natashas room. YOu thought she was going to kill you but ended up walking you to the restroom and back to your room. Or when you made the volleyball team way back in eighth grade, and you ran home to tell your dad but ended up telling the whole team, who were rarely all together, and they all took you out to get ice cream, minus Tony. You had to admit, even though your dad didn’t pay attention to you, Nat and Steve did. As well as the whole team, but those two really became the parental figures in your life. That’s why it hurt when not even they came for you. Even they had forgotten you.

“Hi daddy” you said in a mocking voice. Your father stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked you over in disbelief.

“Y/n”, he said in a breathless voice. 

“Oh, you remember my name?” You say in an sarcastic tone. “ Didn’t seem like you did when you left me in a hydra cell for two weeks.” 

Hearing that you were a prisoner of Hydra made Tony’s blood freeze. 

“Hydra? Oh Y/N are you okay? What did they do to you?” He asked frantically as he walk towards you with the intent of checking if you were injured. You jerk away from him, avoiding his touch and say

“ Oh, I’m wonderful. Just so fucking fantastic. I was just experimented on and injected with various liquids that caused excruciating pain. No big deal” 

“ Y/n..we spent days trying to look for you. Me and the team--”

“You and the team what Tony? I was there for two weeks. TWO WEEKS I WAS POKED AND PRODDED. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.” You scream, anger filling your heart as you remember the agony you went through. You think about the scratches on the wall of the cells, the taunts from the guards, and screams of the undead.

“ You have no idea what I went through. What I’m going through.” You say, feeling your body grow colder as you lose control and start to shift. “ You don’t care about me. If I were Parker, you would have saved mem within SECONDS.”

“That's not true. Y/N you have no idea how much I love you.” Tony tries to say. He’s filled with the need to tell you everything he didn’t tell you before. “I know I haven’t always been the best father. Trust me I know that now. But if you give me a chance, I want to make everything right. Please.” 

You didn’t think it would go like this. In fact you were not at all prepared for Tony to say this. You expected to walk in on him continuing his life as normal, tinkering in his lab and such. You had always yearned to hear him say those words to you. But now, they just fill you with anger.

“You think you could just tell me what I want to hear and what? I’ll just act like nothing happened?? I know you’re not that stupid.” You spit, the room growing colder as you get angrier. “ It’s too late for all that Tony. I’m not the same girl i was two weeks ago.i won;t take it any longer.” 

“Y/n..your eyes” Tony says as he slowly starts to put his gauntlet bracelet on, realising that you are becoming a threat. 

“ Oh do you like them?”, You ask “ This is what happened when they injected me. I can also do this.” You shift, shades of blue taking over brown skin. Tony stared at you in awe and a bit of fear. 

“ Y/n this isn’t you. I know you’re angry but--” “ Isn’t me?” You interrupt.” You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m like. And even if you did the old me died in that cell. Literally I died” You and Tony stared at each other. and that's when you heard the doors open. Two sets of footsteps started rushing to the commotion. 

“Y/N some red head and beefy blonde are on their way” You hear Danny say as you realize you had to wrap it up. If anyone can convince you to stay, it’s Steve and Nat.

“ It doesn’t matter anymore Tony.” you say as you start walking to the window. “ I can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me. You win. Peter can be the child you always wanted cause from now on, consider me dead.” and with that, you phase threw the window and let yourself fall, knowing that you won’t actually fall as you can fly. 

Tony freaks out and calls for his suit, only to see a blue blur shoot up and across the sky. Then he just sits there and stares. The footsteps reach the common room and he hears someone ask 

“ Stark..what was all the yelling. What's going on?” 

“she's gone” He says, and that's when he truly realizes his mistake. He became what he never wanted to become. He became his father. And now you were gone.

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[annabethy]

Percy calling Annabeth "love" by accident or it slipped out or something and then finding out she really loves it and it becoming a thing and in a few months they're so used to it it's a part of their lived

in which Percy and Annabeth haven’t been dating all that long, and he accidentally calls her love,, percabeth,,

Percy quickly learns that there’s a million different things he loves about dating Annabeth.

From the first time they kissed, he fell in love with the feeling of her lips on his. It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with the feeling of her skin against his, or the way she slips perfectly into his arms with every hug.

Even at sixteen, he knows that this is the girl that he’s going to marry someday.

Still, they’ve decided to take things slowly, and he loves that just as much. There’s something he loves so much about their ephemeral touches as they pass by the pavilion or the excitement when they do decide to take things further, letting those fleeting kisses turn into something more heated and passionate.

Slow. It’s not the worst thing in the world, he thinks.

He especially likes slow in moments like these when Annabeth is in his cabin past dark, just lying in his lap while he twirls strands of her curls between his fingers. It’s peaceful and familiar, and it’s just as he likes it to be.

He’s sure that she’s fallen asleep by now with the way her breathing is even and her eyes closed so he can inspect every detail of her face, but she shifts slightly, and he smiles.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing a finger against cheek. “You’re still awake?”

Annabeth smiles and stretches languidly, and Percy desperately wants to kiss her with how cute and sleepy she looks right now. She yawns, and Percy audibly coos.

“You’re tired,” he notes. “You can go to sleep.”

“And miss the only time alone that we ever get? No way.”

Percy grins. “You’re missing it anyways laying here half-asleep.”

“You’re comfortable to lay on.”

“Am I?”

“Mhm. You’re like a cuddly teddy bear. My personal pillow.” Even as she speaks, her eyes begin to flutter shut.

Percy just keeps playing with her hair in silence for a bit before he speaks. “I must be a good pillow if you’re falling asleep that fast.” Annabeth’s eyes open and she looks at him playfully. “Shut up.”

“I’m not complaining,” he reassures her, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s cute. I like you when you’re not trying to kick my ass at capture the flag.”

“What do you mean trying? I play to win.”

Percy leans down slightly so he can kiss her. “If there’s anyone I’d want to lose to, it’s you.”

“Oh, you’re such a romantic loser. I love it.”

Percy smiles widely, eyes sparkling. “I try.”

“You know how you could be more romantic?”

“Hm?”

“Get me a glass of water. I’m thirsty.”

Percy throws his head back and groans, but he’s already lifting himself off the mattress to grab a fresh bottle he knows is around here somewhere. “Only because I really like you,” he says, shooting her a soft smile. He can’t deny her anything, really.

He tracks around his cabin in search of the water and hears Annabeth turning onto her side. It’s not until he turns around with the water in hand that he catches her eyes glued to him. He doesn’t say anything, instead slowly approaching her and holding the bottle out towards her. When she reaches for it, he pulls it back quickly.

“You were staring at me,” he says with a smirk, holding the bottle just out of her reach.

“You have a cute butt,” is what she says. It’s enough of a surprise to press a choked laugh out of his throat.

“Do I really?”

“You do. It’s so small and cute.”

“I’m glad you like my ass.”

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like mine too.” Percy isn’t really sure what to say to that. She’s not particularly wrong, but he’s definitely not going to tell her that.

Another thing he’s learned about her in their little time of dating is that late-night Annabeth is much looser in what she says. She says what’s on her mind, and it never fails to bring a subtle grin to his face because it’s not the way she normally speaks during the day when they’re around other people. It’s just the two of them, and it makes him feel trusted and a little more in love.

“Can I have my water now?” she asks, pouting her lips. It’s something she does because she knows it’s a foolproof method of getting her way. He can’t resist giving her what she wants when she looks like that.

Percy steps forwards again and hands her the water. “Here you go, love.”

It takes him a few seconds to realize what he’s just said, and it takes him a few more after that to see the look on Annabeth’s face.

Taking things slow has meant he hasn’t actually called her any pet names as much as he’s wanted to. He’s been so careful about this, making sure they move at a pace she’s comfortable with, so he certainly hadn’t meant to spit it out right now.

They’re slow, but this feels like a sudden push in their relationship, which is only a little bit ridiculous, he realizes, since it’s just a cute name.

Percy’s brain seems to be short-circuiting as his mouth drops open slowly. Annabeth’s looking him in the eyes again, but she seems to be more amused than anything.

“I’m–”

Annabeth laughs now, and Percy’s face flushes a bright red.

“I didn’t mean to call you that,” he tries, scratching his neck.

“No?”

“I mean… It’s not that I didn’t mean it. But I know you wanted to take things slow, and it just slipped out.”

Annabeth sits up on the bed, her legs tucked underneath her. Her arms reach out to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to her so she can kiss him properly.

“I liked it,” she whispers against him.

Percy’s lips twitch up, but he still feels the heat in his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad you liked it because I’m mortified.”

“Don’t be,” she says. “In fact… I think you should say it more often.”

“Well, now you’re just messing with me.”

“I’m serious.” Annabeth presses kisses up the side of his neck, and he thinks this is anything but slow. “I want you to keep calling me that.”

She tugs him harder towards her until he trips onto the bed. He just barely manages to catch himself before he crushes her, and when he does, she tilts him over so that she can kick one leg over him.

Percy lifts her chin back to his face so he can kiss her hard. “I think I can manage that.”

When her hands start sliding underneath his shirt, fingers tracing over each and every muscle that’s formed after years of intensive training, Percy feels lightheaded. He traces four letters onto her back over and over again, displaying the love he holds for her, as Annabeth tugs on the hem of his shirt.

It turns out that the opposite of slow is just as nice.

[theunholygrails]

Foolish Games Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

~~~~

“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

~~~~

“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

[azaleavi]

Stranger with a knife - Y.B.

Summary: A stranger disturbs you in the middle of the night. Turns out that stranger might have a thing for knives.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: use of knives, blood, alcohol mention, stab wound, mention of knife kink, very brief hint on use of poison

Author’s note: My first ever Yelena fic!! I’m super nervous to post it so please give me feedback! I’ve never written for a female character before but i hope you guys like it!

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

It's in the middle of the night when you hear noise coming from outside your front door. It must be the neighbor you think and turn to your other side, away from the door to your room. You look at the digital clock and the bright red numbers tell you that it's just a little past 4 am. You are used to the people living next to you making noise. They always go out partying and they come back around this time so you don't make a fuss about it.

The noise of a few cars passing by on the street flow through the open window with the movement of the curtain caused by the light breeze. It does nothing for the heat that settled inside the four walls, the summer sun not letting go of you even during the night when it's sleeping.

You hear the noise again, like a person grunting just outside your little living space. It must have been some party you smile to yourself, a little jealousy seeping into the curve of your lips. You wanted to go out and party sometimes. Of course, you do, but that kind of time is not something you have.

The noise comes again, not moving an inch away from you and you realize that it's a female voice. You sit up in bed, worried for the mystery woman. She might be in trouble and you could not sleep knowing she might need your help.

Your feet touch the ground beside your bed just as the front door opens. The creaking of the old door echoes through the quiet space as you freeze in your spot, hands on the edge of the mattress ready to push you up to stand. Didn't you lock the door?

You are thankful that your eyes are used to the dark as you stand on shaky legs, trying to be as quiet as possible. Slowly walking to the door you grab the wood to open it just enough to look through the crack. An outline of a smaller figure catches your eyes as she stumbles in and closes the door behind her. At least she has some manners.

She stumbles onto your couch, her hands clutching her side. Landing on the soft cushions with a groan, she turns on her back.

You open the door a little more but stop your movements as it creaks. Damn old doors. She looks up from her stomach that she is still holding and your mouth opens in shock as she locks eyes with you. She has beautiful eyes.

"What-" she starts speaking, but her words fell short as she loses consciousness and falls back onto the couch. In a panic, you walk out the door and turn on the light. The woman has a big red patch on the side of her shirt and you can see her flesh under it as the fabric is cut open.

You pull the shirt away from her wound to check it out and you realize that it's not as bad as it looks. You are not a doctor, but you can tell that she doesn't need stitches. Pushing her shirt up just enough, you go and get some water, a towel, and some bandages. She needs your help no matter how she broke into your house. You clean all the blood away and wrap her in the bandages to the best of your abilities. When you are satisfied with your work you sit down on a chair facing the couch. You know you couldn't sleep with a stranger in your apartment so you decide on watching her. Your tired body has other plans though and you slip into sleep 15 minutes after.

-

The morning sun shines onto your closed eyelids making you stir in your sleep. Realizing what happened you jolt awake, almost falling off the uncomfortable chair you have been sitting on for the past few hours. the woman is still in the same place, passed out. A sigh leaves your lips in relief. You don't know what she would have done to you if she woke up before you.

Your stomach grumbles into the quiet morning air, signaling that the small dinner you had was not enough. After one last check on the woman, you walk into the kitchen to prepare something for you, making a little more than you usually would in case your guest wakes up hungry too.

As you busy yourself with breakfast, you don't notice the woman wake up and look around the unfamiliar place. Felling something around her torso she looks down and sees a bandage neatly wrapped around the wound she sustained last night. Her eyes land on your frame standing by the stove and her training kicks in. Standing up she quietly walks over to the kitchen counter that has knives on it and grabs one.

You feel a presence behind you, but before you can turn around you feel the coldness of the metal pressed to your neck. Your hands stop moving as you gasp. Her other hand goes around your waist and you can't help but grab onto it in panic.

"Who are you?" her accent is thick as it rumbles inside your ear.

"I think I should be the one asking that" your accent is just as prominent yet slightly different and she is taken back for a second. Who are you to talk back to her like this when you have a knife to your neck?

"I asked first" the childish claim is the only thing that comes out of her mouth, her brain unable to think of anything else. You tilt your head slightly as if saying fair.

"I'm the owner of the house you stumbled into in the middle of the night" you don't know where this confidence comes from, but you like it "Your turn" you look at the tiles on the wall ahead of you, trying to make her out in the reflection but it's no use. It's way too blurred to make out any features, but you can feel that she is around the same height as you.

"I'm the person who stumbled into your house" you can basically hear the smirk in her voice and you hold back a groan.

"I'll need a little more than that" you talk back to her and she is surprised once again.

"Well too bad" she lets go of you and you immediately turn around to come face to face with the most attractive woman you have ever seen. You look into her eyes and now it's your turn to be speechless.

"I was right" you mumble as a small smile plays on your lips.

"About what?" she furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"Your eyes are really pretty" her whole body freezes at the compliment that leaves your mouth. She stares at you for a few seconds then clears her throat and turns away from you.

"So what happened?" she sits down on one of the chairs, keeping the knife close to her hand. Just in case.

"I told you. You walked into my house and bled on my couch" you shrug as you turn off the stove. Taking out two plates you scrape the food into each. She watches as you place one plate in front of her before sitting down on the chair across the table.

"How do I know you didn't put anything in this?" she looks down at it and she has to admit, it smells delicious.

"You'll have to find out" you tease her but immediately regret it as the knife is back under your chin, pressing against your skin almost breaking it.

"I'm starting to think you have a knife kink" your eyes don't leave the blade as you continue to tease her. She scoffs at your comment and pushes the knife harder against you "Okay, okay I'm just kidding" you try to de-escalate the situation as you hold your hands up in surrender. She takes mercy on you and pulls away the knife from your throat. A sigh escapes you as she leans back into her chair, making her smirk under her nose.

"Do you want me to eat from your food too?" you raise your eyebrows but she waves you off.

"I'm not hungry anyway. Do you have some vodka?" she tilts her head that you find oddly adorable.

"Vodka?" you ask back in surprise. Why would she want alcohol early in the morning?

"Yes" she nods like there is nothing wrong with what she is asking for.

"Sure" you shrug, acting nonchalant. If she wants to drink so early then she has another thing coming. You walk to the fridge and pull out a bottle. Trying to shield it from her view, you pour it into a shot glass and turn around to face her. She is sitting there impatiently as you hand the glass to her and she drowns it without thinking. You can see on her face that she was expecting the familiar sting of alcohol. Instead, she got a big shot of water from you. You can barely hide your smile as you see her face drop. She turns to you and you hide your mouth behind your hand.

"Do you think you are funny?" her voice is low as she stands up and you take a step back.

"A little, yes" you scrunch up your nose while nodding. She feels her anger dissipate at the action, but she steels herself.

"Okay then funny girl why don't you tell me your name?" she takes another step closer to you, but you mirror her movement backward.

"You first" your eyes don't leave hers as you play this cat and mouse game.

"I could kill you in a second" she threatens you, but for some reason, you don't budge. Everything you do baffles her and she needs to figure you out.

"If you wanted to kill me you would have done it already" you tilt your head to the side with a small smile. She stops in her tracks as her heart almost skips a beat at the action. Almost. The expression on her face makes you furrow your eyebrows "What?" the question shakes her out of her stupor and she raises her knife once again. She needs to leave right now before she does anything she will regret.

"If you tell anyone that I was here" she steps closer and this time you don't move back "you will die a painful death" you suck in a sharp breath at her words.

"Wait, you are leaving?" there is a slight sadness in your voice that she notices, but chooses to ignore. You don't even know why you want her to stay. She is a stranger that got stabbed and broke into your apartment in the middle of the night. You shouldn't want her to stay.

"I already stayed longer than I should have" she explains as she puts down the knife on the table and walks towards the front door.

It's already open by the time you reach her and you grab her elbow in a hurry. Her hand wraps around your wrist so tightly that it hurts and you hiss as you pull away from her. She mumbles a sorry under her breath as she fully turns back to you.

"I need to-"

"At least tell me your name" you interrupt whatever she wanted to say. Your eyes are wide as you look at her, your voice having a hint of desperation. Her heart beats just a little harder as you stare at her with so much hope in your eyes. A sigh parts her lips as she brings her hand to your cheek. Her palm presses against the soft flesh on your face and you can't help but lean into her touch. You don't know her, but you feel more comfortable around her than you had with anyone in your life.

"Yelena" you didn't even notice that you closed your eyes until it snaps open. Her name. Yelena.

"Yelena" you whisper is like an echo of an empty staircase of her voice and she concludes she likes it. You stare at each other for a few quiet seconds, her hand still on your cheek.

"Don't move away from this place" she lets go of you and leaves you perplexed by her words.

"What?" you ask back. You must have heard her wrong.

She doesn't answer you. Instead, she walks away from you and only throws you a smile over her shoulder. You stand there as she walks down the stairs and disappears from your sight.

Your mind is a mess as you close the door and press your back against it. You don't know anything about her other than her name, but you know one thing. You won't move away from this apartment until a specific blonde woman shows up at your door again. Maybe this time not bleeding.

[professorspork]

If you're accepting non-superhell prompts, I'd love to see a conversation between Nora and Emerald! I've been REALLY loving these microfics, I've subscribed to you on Ao3, I'll read whatever else you write

[Gahhh that’s so nice you’re so nice!! thanks for being patient on this one, finding my Nora took some doing]

It’s occurring to Emerald that she’s never had a close female friend before.

You say that like you’ve ever had any friends before, the voice in her head that sounds suspiciously like Mercury needles her, but she brushes it aside. Like—okay, yeah, she’ll concede the point when it comes to Cinder. In hindsight, whatever they’d had going on between them may have been... super intense... but it probably had never been friendship, in the usual definition. But she and Mercury were friends, no matter what the judgy little shitstain version of him who lives in her head has to say about it. They’d always gotten along. Told each other stuff. It’s not like there’s more to it than that, right?

It had always been like that. Been—instinctive somehow, with guys. Before Cinder, on the street, it was always the men who’d been easiest to manipulate; who would empty their pockets for a smile and a sob story. And then she and Merc had been two sides of the same coin for so long, and then... well, Hazel’d liked her enough to die for her, apparently. (Which—that’s a door that she keeps closed, thanks. She shuts it firmly again, now.) Oscar seems fond of her, in a sweet, uncomplicated sort of way that she really doesn’t know what to do with, seeing as he shares headspace with like a trillion year old man and the idea that anything to do with that kid could be “uncomplicated” is batshit. Ren vouched for her once, and then again, and now he keeps doing it, like it’s habit, like she should just be used to the fact that people are going to have her back, to ask her if she’s eaten, to turn to her with a raised eyebrow in conversation like her opinion would be constructive.

Anyway.

Now that she’s noticed the pattern, it seems like the kind of thing she should probably… work on, or whatever. And Nora seems like an obvious place for Emerald to start. They’ve been thrown in together a lot, lately, Emerald and Oscar expected to fill in the gaps of what’s left of the old JNPR by default. Not that they’ve ever really had a conversation about it—Emerald can’t think of the last time Nora said two words to her that weren’t combat warnings like “more Grimm coming” or “on your left,” but. That’s probably just because things have been tense. She remembers Nora being friendly, on the whole of it. Off-puttingly friendly, even, back at Beacon.

How hard could it be?

The answer, it turns out, is absurdly hard. Nora’s barely ever in the temporary barracks they’re all living out of, instead always checking on the refugees, going on supply runs over esoteric requests, volunteering for extra patrols. Emerald used to find that kind of dogged do-goodery gag-inducing, but now that she’s been the helping hand herself a few times, she’s starting to see the appeal. The way people look at you when you’ve been of service, it’s—nice. Really nice. But Nora works utterly thankless jobs, the kind most people don’t even notice, let alone appreciate. And when they have their insufferably long leadership meetings and they’re talking about distribution of resources or whatever, Nora’s a fierce debater—jumping in to advocate for the people from Mantle sometimes even before May can. As far as Emerald can tell, she does this stuff just because... she believes in it. Because it’s the right thing to do, and someone has to.

She can’t imagine what it would feel like, to have the attention of someone like that turned on her. She’s craved it from the wrong people for so long, but now that she has her pick of options... she’s letting herself actually want the right kind, for once. She thinks.

Which is all to say that largely through no fault of her own, Emerald unexpectedly finds herself sitting with a profound, fervent desire for Nora Valkyrie to think she’s cool.

She hates that.

-

Fighting with Nora is easy.

(—er. Alongside. Fighting alongside Nora is easy. Emerald’s done fighting with these people. Very done.)

It’s weird, because Emerald’s finding working with a full team to be a real adjustment. When battles get big enough to merit it, she’s used to keeping to the sidelines to use her Semblance for nefarious purposes, or, in a jam, used to having Mercury’s six—literally, because all the forward momentum from his feet-first style always left his back wide open. Figuring out where to put herself so that Oscar can use her shoulder as a fulcrum as he dodges, or trying to aim for the Grimm Ren isn’t already shooting (ugh)—it’s taking work.

But somehow, it’s not work for Nora. Nora seems to anticipate with perfect ease how Emerald will move or what she’ll be doing; Nora bobs and weaves around their ragtag little band with her war hammer like it’s breathing.

It doesn’t bother Emerald until it does, and she means to bring it up casually but there’s never a good time. So it just… stews, and stews, until she can’t keep it bottled up anymore.

Which means that instead of the earnest question she intends it to be, it comes out like this:

“Okay, seriously? It’s creepy how you do that.”

It’s just the two of them, plus the handful of dweeby Atlesian tech-types they’re escorting back from their foray installing some fancy hydro-filtration modules on the outskirts of the camp. And it’s not like Emerald had felt outmatched by the half-dozen Ravagers that had decided they looked like lunch—she can shoot Ravagers in her sleep, at this point—but still. The way Nora had moved around her, it was like they’d been fighting side by side for years.

Nora just cocks her head to the side. “Do what?” she asks, like she hadn’t just basically read Emerald’s mind in front of the water nerds.

Emerald does a complicated gesture with her hands, wrist over wrist, and then flicking two fingers—trying to evoke the way Nora had flipped over Emerald’s back and then kicked off, just trusting Emerald would reel her back in with a chain in midair before a Grimm could fly away with her sorry ass. “That.”

“Oh!” Nora laughs and rubs at the back of her neck, looking sheepish. “It’s nothing. I guess it’s just not a big deal for me? Like—I was there when Ren built StormFlower. The cables are newish, but we practiced so much back in Atlas… I dunno. It’s just reflex, when your weapons are so similar. Fighting with you, it’s almost like fighting with him. I don’t even have to think about it.”

Nora swallows, then, and makes a face Emerald can’t interpret—disappointed, maybe, or ashamed. Which: good. She probably should be, taking things for granted like that.

“Well—just—” Emerald’s not even sure what she wants to say. Ask, next time? Don’t? “You shouldn’t make assumptions. I’m not your boyfriend, okay?”

The venom she puts behind the word is directed more at herself than Nora—frustrated, again, that she’s put herself in the position of wanting so desperately to be liked.

Pathetic.

Nora just nods, looking glum.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, cheeks pulling in a bitter smile. “You’d think I’d be able to keep that one straight, huh?”

She says it with such pointed irony that for a second Emerald wonders if she’d gotten it wrong somehow, but like—Nora and Ren are a thing, right? That’s—everyone knows that.

“Hey, what—?”

“Let’s just go,” Nora says, and Emerald automatically falls into line behind her.

They make the rest of the walk back in silence.

-

Sometimes at night, when she can’t sleep, Emerald likes to climb up to the roof of the barracks and look out over the refugee camp.

It’s—peaceful, is all. A good reminder of where she is; how far she’s come. The night sky in Vacuo has more stars than she’s ever seen, and being able to watch over all these people who have somehow become her responsibility… well.

A part of her will always be standing on the rooftop at Beacon, looking down on pure chaos as a queasy, frightened sensation twists in her gut and its noxious voice whispers you did this, you did this, you did this. What did you think was going to happen, you stupid little girl? You don’t get to feel sorry for it now.

But she does.

Weird how the only thing that’s helped is actually doing something about it.

She hears a scuffling noise over her shoulder, and she’s got Thief’s Respite drawn and ready before she can even really register what she’s heard. She relaxes when she sees it’s Nora at the other end of the barrels, unarmed and hands raised—a funny little smile on her face, like yeah, fair enough, I should have known better than to try and sneak up.

“Just me,” she says, unnecessarily.

Emerald holsters her guns. “Can I help you?” she asks, and—what is it about her voice, that makes sentences that would be nice if any other human said them come out straight-up hostile?

Nora shrugs, hands dropping to her sides. “I was hoping we could talk; I figured you’d come up here if I waited long enough.”

Well, see—what kind of lesson is she supposed to take from that? She’s been hoping for Nora to talk to her for weeks, and acting like a bitch is the thing that gets her what she wants? Good guys are supposed to know better.

And there’s the way she said it, too. Like everyone knows Emerald comes up here to brood; like it’s a big open secret. The knowledge sits uncomfortably in her stomach, makes her feel watched. Even now, even here, she can’t get a moment alone. Not really.

“What, so you’re spying on me now?”

Nora’s eyes narrow. “I have a pretty bad track record when it comes to losing people. Makes a girl want to put in a little hustle when it comes to keeping tabs on her friends.”

And Emerald would snark at that, or maybe apologize, or something, only—

Nora thinks they’re friends?

“Well, take a seat, I guess,” she mumbles, scooching to the side as though she needs to make room on the massive, empty roof.

Nora walks over and joins Emerald on the asphalt, letting her legs dangle over the edge. Seemingly unsure of where to start, she stares at her hands. Emerald stares too, but her eyes can’t help but wander—tracing the way scars, silvery in the moonlight, spiderweb up Nora’s bare wrists and forearms to fetter her shoulders, clavicle, neck. Like cracks in a pane of glass, right before it shatters.

(Only that’s not it at all, is it? It’s not a sign of weakness, but a warning of strength. I care this much, her scars announce to the word. You wanna try me?

Hazel’s arms always looked like that.)

Emerald doesn’t want to be the one to break the silence, sure that whatever she’d say would be incredibly stupid.

Luckily, Nora has no such qualms, and opens with: “I really admire you, you know?”

Emerald stares, jaw slack, certain she’s heard wrong. “I—what?” She’d say something defensive, like yeah right or you don’t have to make fun of me, only Nora’s eyes are so wide and so guileless they don’t leave any room for argument.

“I mean it,” Nora adds. “I know we don’t know all that much about each other, but… here’s what I do know: I can’t remember a time I saw you without Mercury right behind. Just like me’n Ren. And the way you fought for Cinder…” Nora smiles a sad, private little smile. “You don’t fight like that unless it’s personal; unless someone means something to you. Just like me’n Ren. And now you’re here. All on your own. And you didn’t have to be. That’s—don’t you think that’s crazy brave? I sure do.”

Of course she fucking doesn’t. Crazy brave would have been walking away the first, tenth, hundredth time she had a flash of panic about what she was doing. Or, better yet, doing something about it. Crazy brave is taking thirty thousand volts to get to your friends; it’s flooding your veins with pure crystalline power and saying Go, I’m doing what Gretchen would have done, it’s—

She closes that door.

“It’s not like I really had a choice,” she sighs, dodging the question.

“Oh, you know that’s not true,” Nora scoffs dismissively, tilting sideways to nudge Emerald with her shoulder.

And Emerald jolts, because—look, it’s not like no one touches her. They have to manhandle each other all the time in battle, and… and Oscar gives her high fives sometimes, which makes her embarrassingly pleased. But what Nora’s offering now, that kind of buddy-buddy casual contact…

… it’s been a while, is all.

“So, why did you want to talk to me?” Emerald asks, overwhelmed and suddenly desperate to find a way to get this conversation over with. She feels like she’s sprinted five miles; like she’s had the crap kicked out of her and she has to go somewhere to lick her wounds. Too much, too fast.

Nora laughs—a chuffing, cynical noise that doesn’t sound at all like her. “Looking for pointers? See, I’m trying this thing where I do things on my own, but I just—I suck at it. Like today; you saw. Even when I’m not with Ren, all I do is… is act exactly the same way I do when I’m with Ren. Like I literally don’t know how to exist without him, whether he’s actually there or not. And I know that’s not fair to anyone; I didn’t mean to treat you like—” She shakes her head, biting her lip. “You’re not just some stand-in. It’s not you at all. I’m just—broken, or something. One trick pony.”

“No, hey—”

“But you figured it out,” she barrels on, which is good, because Emerald doesn’t actually have a clue what she would have said there. “You don’t have anyone and somehow you’re just, like—good to go!” Nora says it cheerily, like it’s a compliment, but has the grace to balk a little when she hears how it sounds. “…sorry. That’s—sorry.”

Emerald shrugs, drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin there. She feels like an idiot; building it up for weeks like spending time with Nora would solve all her problems when, surprise surprise, Nora’s just as fucked up as she is.

“Hate to disappoint you, but I don’t have any hot tips,” she mutters into the crooks of her elbows. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. Like—you want to know the really sad part? I was just following your lead.”

“My…?” Nora can’t even finish repeating it, which: Emerald can’t blame her. It’s so dumb. “Huh?”

“Come on. You know.”

“I don’t,” Nora says, voice thick with exhaustion. Like she’s sick of herself. “Ask anyone—I’m not the brains of the operation.”

Hearing Nora talk about herself that way makes Emerald’s chest feel tight; like her ribs have locked in place so her lungs can’t expand. She doesn’t know how to explain it; not without sounding like a starry-eyed fangirl or a moron with a crush and that’s not what this—it’s only that—

She chooses to start a different way.

“You wanna know why I switched sides? Like, really why?”

Nora softens, and reaches out to touch the back of Emerald’s left hand, where it dangles over her knee. “Sure,” she says, but Emerald barely hears it; it’s taking all of her concentration not to clench her fist or pull away in response.

“I overheard Oscar—or, Ozpin, I guess, I don’t know—talking to Hazel about Salem, about her goals. And… listen. No one joins under Salem because they’re trying to kill the world, okay? I mean, no one but Tyrian, anyway. We were all just trying to… find ways to get by. And when Cinder found me, she—” Emerald swallows, hard. This cuts too deep, too close. It’s not something she can just say. “I wasn’t trying to be some big villain, or something. I was just—looking out for the people who were looking out for me. And why wouldn’t I? No one else ever seemed to think I was worth it.”

“Of course you are,” Nora cuts in, quiet but vehement. “Everyone is.”

“See, the worst part is that you mean that when you say it,” Emerald grumbles, scrubbing at her face until smears of color kaleidoscope behind her closed eyes. “I figured people like you didn’t exist, and then Cinder and Merc were glad to prove me right, and—I let them. You know? And maybe if I’d just held out a little longer…”

“You’re not the only one here who’s ashamed of her past. Harriet tried to blow up Mantle, like, a month ago.”

“That’s not—forget that. I’m talking about you. Nora.” It’s the first time she’s ever said her name like that—addressing her, in conversation. It feels… astonishingly intimate, for so small a thing. Emerald powers past it. “Every day, I see you do something ridiculous, like double back on a patrol because you forgot you promised some kid a candy bar, or something, and that—matters. To me. It’s so stupid, but it’s not, because… argh! I want—it’s—” She tries to get her mouth to form the words, that’s the kind of person I want to be, but they stop in her throat.

Still, Nora seems to get the message. Her eyes seem suspiciously shiny for a moment—but when she blinks, it’s gone. “I… thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Emerald grumbles. Saying it like she means it: seriously. Don’t mention it.

“I understand what you mean, though. For years, the only person who looked out for me was Ren. And if he’d said…” Nora trails off, then, cocking her head to the side as she works through something. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing, just. I remembered something. I was about to say that if Ren told me the only way for us to get by was a life of crime, or something, I would’ve taken his word for it, but—the opposite happened. We decided to enroll at Beacon. And that wasn’t his idea; it was mine. I always wanted to be a Huntress. To… to be the one strong enough to help people, instead of always needing the help. He wasn’t sure if we would make it, but I was. We were together, right? How could we lose?” She chuckles, a little, shaking her head at herself. “Get a load of that. He followed me.”

They smile at each other, then. Like they’ve figured out something profound. Maybe Nora has; Emerald hopes so.

“I’m glad you’re here, Emerald,” Nora says, and—there it is again. The frisson of electricity that comes with being referred to by name.

Of course, then Emerald ruins it by blurting out:

“Of course you are, all your other friends are dead.”

Which—“Fuck!” she sputters, because she didn’t mean to say that. What is wrong with her? “Sorry! Sorry.”

Nora only grins at her, feral and incisive. “Yeah, well. Yours are evil, so. Pick your poison. At least I’m proud of mine.”

Touché.

“Still glad I’m here?” Emerald jeers, because her first instinct is still to press on the bruise to see how much it hurts.

Nora laughs, and gets to her feet. “Believe it or not, yes. If putting your foot in your mouth was all it took to get booted from Hero Club, I’d have been kicked out a long time ago.” She reaches down to offer Emerald a hand; Emerald takes it, letting Nora pull her to standing. “Now go and get some rest, huh? None of us can ever sleep when you’re up here thinking so loud.”

“That an order?”

“Advice. Friends give it, from time to time.”

And—yeah. Maybe they do.