#i kept hitting shuffle to try and make it look 'fair' but then realized it was a moot point when they're literally my favs 😭

[baby--b4t]

HERE YEE HERE YEE !! GHOST BOT BATCH !!

Like I said, all of these bots are Ghost ! Ill just be listing what role he is ^^ Pet ;; https://character.ai/chat/LZXb8W6pcUaqy93AoIQOr8VXHsLmJXGWyjjPekFXsB4

《 SFW /p | PetDre | Torn pillows and time out 》

『 It wasnt often that the Lieutenant found himself feeling like a pup, but when he did he made sure his carers knew as well. Today was a bit different than that. Normally, whenever Ghost felt himself slipping, he would seek out one of his caregivers to just keep an eye on him or help him settle down. But today he thought he would just play all on his own.

Ghost had made himself a little nest-like area in his room. It was a bunch of pillows and blankets crowded together to form a small bed. He laid in it, getting comfortable before noticing a small thread hanging out of one of the pillows. One thing led to another and ended with the pillow being ripped and the stuffing covering his flooring.

Ghost heard his door open and close, dropping the torn pillow from his mouth as he looked up at you. He got a bit nervous that you would punish him over it. 』

Little ;; https://character.ai/chat/T24rKeXCafyMesq2f_XxjvCW6c8hNKPIj-Ar42ptbvo

《 SFW /p | AgeRe | A much needed baby break 》

『 Ghost had worked piled up on him. Training a couple of the newer recruits, looking over mission reports, and then someone hits him with the idea of adding canines to the Task Force. He didnt want to go through the headache that would be filling out that paperwork, much less actually taking care of the dog or dogs.

Ghost had had enough. He set everything down on his desk and stormed into your bedroom. He knew you would be there. Where else would you be this late at night? He shuffled over to your bed and just flopped onto it, not caring if he landed on you. He was grumpy and tired of trying to play an adult role. He needed to be babied.

A small whine left the Lieutenants mouth as he wrapped his arms around you. You knew right away that he was regressing to quite a young headspace tonight. 』

Little ;; https://character.ai/chat/T24rKeXCafyMesq2f_XxjvCW6c8hNKPIj-Ar42ptbvo

《 SFW /p | AgeRe | Drinking turned regression 》

『 The team had gone out after a successful mission, drinking to their hearts delights. Of course Ghost wouldnt pass an occasion like that up, joining in and drinking a fair amount. You only began to realize how drunk he was as he began leaning on your shoulder, mumbling nonsense. he honestly looked like he could get comfortable right then and there and take a nap on your shoulder.

One look at the drunken man and you realized there was a little more than just alcohol making his mind feel fuzzy. He was regressing. You could see it in the way he fidgeted, got clingy, and even how he held his glass. You gently pried the half drank glass away from him, causing him to whine softly.

"My drinkk…" 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/BLMNI2KcdQZod52EoRTFUXYxEpcKmND2k9JatdeGhFw

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | First time 》

『 Regressing wasnt something that you had ever found yourself doing. You had heard about it and thought nothing of it. That was, until you finally snapped and couldnt get the clouds out of your mind. Your tone shifted, becoming more whiny and demanding. Ghost was concerned, obviously, so he pulled you aside to talk with you.

"Hey, whats going on? This isnt like you, you know." He asked, keeping your hands in his to keep you in place. He had an educated guess that you were regressing, but he didnt jump to conclusions just yet. 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/sgGWHhNloJaTJiA6k726AlohGVcGn6_jSDTpsru0Auk

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | ♾️!user | Harmful meltdown 》

『 Your meltdowns werent usually this destructive, especially not towards yourself. But your mind kept going on an endless spiral, pulling you down into this sinking feeling until you couldnt take it anymore. Hair was being pulled, skin was scratched and bleeding slightly, and your eyes were all red and puffy. You rocked back and forth on your floor, not able to do anything else to regulate yourself.

Ghost finally came to your room. He had been in a meeting when he got your text, leaving as soon as he could to come and help you. His hands gently massaged their way onto your scalp, trying to coax your hands away from your hair.

"Hey, Logan, listen.. Listen to me and only me for a moment." Ghosts normally gravely voice felt softer as he spoke. "I want you to breathe and focus on whats around you, not whats in your head. Youre perfectly safe, theres nothing wrong." He was able to get his arms around you and pull you into his lap, rocking you gently. He didnt know what triggered you, but by any god watching was he going to comfort you. 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/SnRhFHjEXdbzRauFNxqM8P15mqVVSQoQ5lABgJYOXPk

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | Baby bunny wakes up Ghost 》

『 You had regressed, as usual, and wouldnt stop bugging Ghost to let you sleep with him. He had finally agreed and told you that you couldnt be squirmy all night and had to actually go to sleep. And of course, you had agreed.

It went pretty smoothly, at first. You had gotten all dressed and laid down with Ghost without a single complaint, something that wasnt entirely normal for you, but Ghost didnt want to say anything about it. He wrapped his arm around you and promptly fell asleep, leaving you lying wide awake.

You always had problems with sleeping and they only tended to get worse with your regression. Sleeping with someone helped… Sometimes. This didnt seem like one of those times.Your mind was wide awake and… Wishing you were a bunny? For some reason, you wanted to play with Ghost and be a bunny.

As you giggled and rolled around on the bed, Ghost started to wake up slowly. He only really woke up when you started trying to bounce around a bit, like a bunny.

"{{user}}? What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Ghost grumbled, trying to hide his slight annoyance at being woken up. 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/d4VTxt_74i10GEGsbadgQyuDLOA7_FkpdYyc4YCzlhs

《 SFW /r | Pet/AgeRe | Struggling to regress 》

『 You usually regressed so easily. Just a couple minutes of watching your favorite movie or show and you felt so little. It was just easy for you to slip into that headspace and make yourself comfortable… Usually.

It had been a week. A week. No regressing whatsoever. It wasnt like you were trying to avoid it. In fact, you were actively trying to get yourself to regress. Toys, coloring books, and even your favorite movie couldnt get you to just slip. Ghost noticed and felt his heart break with every passing day that he saw you struggle. Enough was enough.

"Hey, sweetheart." Ghosts gruff voice called out as he entered your room. He didnt care if you felt little or not in that moment, you were his little one. He could see the exhaustion and irritation written all over your face. "Hows my little love doing, hm? You look so tired." He sat down next to you on your bed, cupping your face gently in his hands. He was always so gentle with you, especially whenever you would regress. You started to feel your mind become fuzzy again. 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/eRBDRZ3tvjepO6q1_WiUxZTzpz_2e4P9K_j9CX6DiDs

《 SFW /p | PetRe only | Time out in your cage 》

『 You had been having an awful day. You were yelled at by someone who was in the wrong, forced into extra paperwork, and didnt even have time for lunch. By time you got back to your bedroom, you were hungry and clearly upset. Within seconds, you felt yourself regressing and just throwing a tantrum. You didnt know any other way to try and regulate your emotions. Unfortunate for you, Ghost happened to walk in at the same time the meltdown hit its peak.

Crash!

Ghost watched as you started taking off your gear and throwing it at your desk, hitting one of the picture frames you had settled on it. He walked up to you quickly, using his hands to try and hold your ams to your side.

"And what made you think throwing your gear around was a good idea?" Ghost asked, using a stern tone to get your attention on him. "I think you need a little time out to cool off." And with that, Ghost steered you right to your kennel, disguised under a table you had in the room. He was firm with you, but he made sure you never felt like he was hurting you as he got you in your cage. He sighed as he shut the door.

"Five minutes. Ill let you out and let you talk in five minutes." 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/XwtYKHSZsYQQ2VfCESsxury9BWr3HquGXIlUxf28Qc0

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | Morning routine 》

『 Routine was something you two valued most when it came to your everyday lives. It helped you find a good start to your days and just wake up in a good mood. However, the routines did change slightly whenever you were regressed. Ghost mostly took the lead, knowing it was easier to follow by example.

"{{user}}.. Wake up, kiddo." Ghost gently nudges your arm, trying to get you to sit up at least. "If you can get out of bed in a next five minutes, Ill help you get dressed. Doesnt that sound like a good deal?" He tried to coax you to get up and start your morning, knowing you put up a good fight. 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/7A9KMSzu-hzujdSiFdLbBFpZflsEHASqk-NNuSgo-T8

《 SFW /p | PetRe only | Playing under his desk 》

『 You always had a habit of regressing at the strangest times. It never put you or the team in danger, but it always left Ghost wondering 'why now?'. He never minded it, though. He took care of you and coddled you when you wanted attention. He was your primary caregiver, afterall.

Today wasnt exactly as boring as you thought it would be. During lunch, you felt the need to find Ghost and just stay by him, like you were guarding him from something. You entered his office and went to sit on the floor next to his desk. Then you crawled under it… Then you seemed like you were pet regressing… Then-

Oh! Ghosts shoe was untied! His leg was bouncing slightly, making the untied lace bounce around and tap against the ground. Your hand instinctively went to try and swat at it, catching Ghosts attention.

"Oi. Hands off my boots, bud. I dont mind you sittin' down there, but dont be messing with me while Im working." Ghost scolded lightly, not really mad but reminding you he still had some paperwork to finish reading. He knew all too well that you were already regressed. 』

Caregiver ;; https://character.ai/chat/LeopJE53585FGX_UM05r8cqil6pa3Lj3wHaMp6tAG1w

《 SFW /p | PetRe only | ♾️!user | Big emotions 》

『 Big emotions were, unfortunately, not something you dealt with very well. Being autistic and trying to manage a normal-ish life in the military was by no means an easy task. So many emotions and feelings came along with it and you were still trying to figure out how to manage it all. Enter Ghost, the Lieutenant who had been there for you since day one. He knew managing autism wasnt something that was very easy to accomplish and tried to help out wherever he could, leading to him becoming your caregiver.

Today was just an awful day. Your headphones had broken in your bag, causing meltdown one, then you had to deal with wearing your itchy hat in hot weather, causing meltdown two, and then to top it all off you hadnt seen Ghost all day. He was your rock, the person that helped you stay grounded. You couldnt find him when you needed him, causing meltdown three of the day.

You threw in the towel and gave up, heading back to your room to try and destress. As soon as that door shut behind you, you felt so small and helpless, ending up in a sobbing puddle on the floor. It was only a few minutes later that you heard those familiar, heavy footsteps rush to your door.

"Ah, there you are." It was Ghost, finally. He shut the door again and kneeled down beside you. "Shh, shh.. Deep breaths with me, yeah?" He took your hand and put it on his chest, gently trying to get you to stop hyperventilating. It broke his heart to see you this upset and know he had been too busy all day to help. "Easy, mate.. Easy. Youre safe, Im here, and Ill stay until you feel like you dont need my help anymore." 』

eukshflsfgh HELLO!!! i decided to do a ghost only batch since he seems to be my most requested character! i figured it would get a decent amount of requests out of my way lol. im still working on others, so stay tuned for more to come out! (●'◡'●)

[latteseungs]

macarons : felix

macarons : lee felix

pairing: lee felix x f!reader genre: fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint, culinary student!felix, baker!felix word count: 2.1k rating: sfw warning: light cussing

✦ 。description: you definitely suck at baking, but that was no excuse for you not to do it since you're literally in culinary school. you were just lucky that your (newly realized cute) friend and classmate offered to help you out.

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author's note: this is inspired by this tiktok and kind of the your eyes music video. i was planning to make this short and simple but i was surprised that i already hit the 2k mark,, anyway,, if there are errors in the text timestamp, please ignore! anyway, thanks for being here and i hope you enjoy! <3

You were going for subtle. But it looks like you failed.

“Hey, is anything wrong,” Felix asked, eyes barely leaving the mixing bowl in front of him. “Did I miss something on the recipe?”

“Hey, is anything wrong,” Felix asked, eyes barely leaving the mixing bowl in front of him. “Did I miss something on the recipe?”

Blink.

You blinked and finally felt like you were back on earth, in the kitchen, with a slightly worried Felix as he kept stirring the batter.

“N—no! You’re doing great,” stumbling on your words, you quickly grabbed your notebook and shuffled.

You were trying to follow a recipe you both agreed might be the dish that will be involved in your activity. It was actually a dessert. It was a dessert you dread to make because you’re more of a cook than a baker.

To be fair, it was just in time for you to learn to bake. You know what you put yourself into when you enrolled in culinary school. Of course, you expected that there would be baking. You weren’t just prepared that you would start with one of the most challenging desserts to bake— macarons.

Luckily enough, your stove mate in class has a passion for baking, and he makes the most exquisite desserts, especially brownies. He probably saw the look of dread on your face when the chef announced the activity because he was the one that offered to help you.

“You okay?” He asked you then.

Answering him by shaking your head no, he gave you a reassuring smile, something that you remember so clearly.

He asked you that day if you had an oven back at your apartment because he was more than willing to teach you, and you never agreed to something as fast as you did.

You could say that you were friends with Felix— in a way that you’re comfy enough to invite him to your apartment so he could teach you why it’s crucial to use almond flour more than any other flour on macarons. But not as comfy as hanging out with him casually at any given time.

Now the both of you are in your small kitchen, slightly covered in flour because of your clumsy ass opening the bag the wrong way, and in cute pink aprons because that’s all you had. Felix didn’t bring his own, and there’s no way in hell that you want him to have stains on his white sweatshirt.

“Okay, I think you can pipe this on the tray,” he handed you the bowl, hands brushing with yours as he did, making you take a breath.

You’ve never looked at Felix more than a friend, so you don’t know what’s up with you today, staring at him and spacing off as you do, feeling breathless when he just gave you a bowl, and you can’t even really look into his eyes.

Maybe it’s the atmosphere.

Maybe it’s because it’s your first time with Felix alone. You’ve never really been together with him outside the cooking lab; if you are, some of your common friends are there with you two. Never like this. Never feeling this intimate.

Sure the guy is attractive, gives the best smiles, and is probably the sweetest and most thoughtful person, but you know about boundaries and lines you shouldn’t cross.

“Oh, you’re supposed to do it like this,” Felix demonstrated on his tray after seeing you struggle with piping as the batter inside kept falling to your arm for some reason.

The man trying to teach you laughed when you still didn’t get how it was done. He slowly placed a hand on yours from behind, guiding it properly. He reached his free hand to help you with how you’re holding the top of the bag and placed it firmly.

“You’re supposed to squeeze the top gently and let the batter flow on its own as you circle it,” with the proximity between the two of you, it was inevitable for you to feel his breath on your neck when he instructed you.

“Like this?” You whispered, hesitant after doing the other circle.

“Yeah, like that, you did great,” he still held on to your hands, face inches from yours when he looked at you and grinned proudly.

It was only when he checked on the filling from the other side of the kitchen that you could finally let out the breath you were holding the whole time.

After a few hours of prep, the macarons were ready to take out of the oven. You didn’t even notice how nervous you were about the results until Felix took them out and carefully placed them on the counter. They were soft green, and you couldn’t be happier because they had the signature “feet” well-baked macarons have.

The time came for you to taste them. To think the most nerve-wracking part was the baking and garnishing; it didn’t cross your mind that you actually had to eat and taste. What if they looked good but tasted the complete opposite?

“You go first,” you nudged the macaron to Felix.

He laughed, having no choice but to grab it from your hand.

“Ready?”

“Don’t ask. Just bite!” You covered your eyes, afraid to even see his reaction.

A few beats passed, and Felix remained quiet. You peaked between your fingers blocking your sight, seeing Felix was just there looking at you with a still uneaten macaron in his hand, a misty look on his face with his lips turned up slightly.

“What are you doing? Take a bite!”

“Alright! Alright!”

As Felix obeyed, you heard an instant “mmm” coming from him. Retaking a peak, you see him finishing the dessert. His eyebrows were knitted; he took another bite, tongue swiping a stray crumb on the side of his lips.

“So?” You probed, not wanting to wait any further for his thoughts on the first-ever macaron you made. Well… maybe first ever macaron you semi-made since Felix helped you a lot in the process.

“It’s perfect,” he grinned, licking his fingers.

“Oh, don’t you dare sugarcoat this, Felix. I’m serious! This could make or break my—”

He caught you off guard when he placed a macaron in your mouth. It instantly made you shut up, but you still looked at him in disbelief. Finally, taking a bite, you surprised yourself with how it tasted. It was sweet but not overly done, crunchy but soft inside. It was nearly perfect.

“See? It’s good, right?” He chuckled, proud of what you made with him.

You rolled your eyes in reply, trying to find a napkin to wipe off the filling from your lips. But the baker in front of you beats you to it, his hand on your cheek as he gently wipes off the chocolate flavor.

Silence enveloped the two of you. You could feel the tension in the air when he slowly inched his face to yours. A couple of his stray hair framed his face perfectly, his freckles looking absolutely unreal up close. Starting to flutter your eyes close; you mimicked his actions by inching closer, lips slightly touching his.

Ding.

The timer went off, making you jump up from your seat.

Felix cleared his throat, eyes widening and then blinking. He suddenly stretched his arms over his head, looking at the ceiling, the cupboards, and finally, towards the oven.

“The second batch of, uh, cookie— no, macarons are done.” You stumbled on your words. Wiping your hands on your apron, you took deep breaths as you walked towards the oven.

“I think I need to get going,” Felix announced. He carefully folded his apron and placed it on the top of the now clean counter.

The both of you were silent for the rest of the time you spent together after what ensued from earlier, only exchanging simple questions and answers regarding who would wash the dishes and keep the ingredients.

It was awkward.

With every minute of silence, you can’t help but think if he was starting to regret helping you out in the first place and if doing this was a mistake.

You nodded curtly, trying to give him a smile as best as you could.

He took a last sip of the coffee you ordered before he grabbed his car keys, eyebrows deeply knitted in thought.

You managed to let out a small “I’ll take you to the door” as you followed him outside. Wrapping your arms around you, you gave him a final nod of goodbye when he smiled slightly and waved at you.

He rolled his sleeve shirt to his forearm as you watched him walk to his car, not even looking back at you, even if you waited.

Thoughts were eating you up that night.

No.

They were swallowing you.

You fought with yourself if you should text him and check in to see if everything’s alright, maybe even say sorry for what happened even if there’s nothing that happened but an almost kiss.

After hours of rolling and tossing on your couch with a random movie left unwatched on your tv, you finally decided to text him. You erased whatever you were typing multiple times. Paragraphs turned into sentences, then sentences turned into phrases until you ended back to square one with a blank screen and you staring at his contact name.

Falling into a debate with yourself for the nth time that night, you decided with a simple “thanks for today.”

You threw your phone to the other side of the couch and shielded yourself with pillows as if your phone was going to explode any minute after you hit send on the text.

Holding your breath was not a good idea when waiting for a reply, but thankfully, you didn’t need to keep it for much longer when you heard the notification.

You sighed in relief after instantly getting a reply. Closing your eyes as you finally felt at ease. You sent a quick and safe response back, not even expecting anything from there. But after seeing him react to your message with a simple heart, something in you felt iffy.

You bit your lip, trying to imagine scenarios in your head that could possibly unfold if you sent something else.

Thinking that he wasn’t the type who would look at his phone and wait for the “typing” pop-up, you decided to feed your imagination by writing a new message.

Smiling in contentment, you stared at your screen.

Oh shit.

You fell asleep earlier. You must have left your phone unlocked and your fingers on the keyboard because you just saw that the message you typed earlier was sent.

To Felix.

And it was left on read.

Panicking, you quickly fumbled to unsend the message, but you knew it was too late.

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself, starting to think of a way out. Should you call him? Should you text him and tell him that you didn’t mean to send it to him? But then, he left you on read. And that was like fifteen minutes ago already. Was he creeped out? Maybe he left you on read because he didn’t feel the same way?

Your thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Standing up from the couch, you still grabbed tightly on your phone as if it would erase the message that way.

Not bothering to see who the person was on the other side of the door, you quickly opened it, eyes still glued on the screen in worry.

“Hey.”

Rubbing your eyes in disbelief, you look at the man in front of you. He was still wearing his white sweatshirt from earlier but wore sweatpants instead of jeans, and his glasses adorned his face.

“Felix?”

His dimples popped out when he pursed his lips in thought.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, breathless once again, still not believing he was right in front of you.

“Your text,” he answered simply.

Your mouth agape, you didn’t know what to tell him. You were thinking of an excuse or any words to say at this point, but before you could even form a coherent sentence in your head, Felix placed a quick but gentle peck on your lips.

When you didn’t react or protest, he steadily placed his hands on your waist and pulled you to him.

“I hope this is okay,” he whispered when his lips were inches from yours, “because I wish I had kissed you earlier too.”

Gently, he closed the gap between the two of you, kissing you tenderly and sweetly. Your hands made their way to his face and neck and gently held him there as you kissed him back.

You giggled when you pulled away, forehead on his.

“What?” he asked.

“I could still taste the macarons.”

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[scattered-winter]

more rwby au that i wrote in a feverish haze at an ungodly hour of the night

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“Have fun with your new roommate,” one of the bandits jeered, wiggling his eyebrows at Lance before walking off, laughing with his friends.

Lance glared at his receding back; behind him, he heard the shuffling of feet, and Lance whirled at once, hands flying to grab at a weapon that wasn’t there.

Despite knowing that the bandits had disarmed him, Keith still raised his hands in a gesture of goodwill. Which, considering how things had gone last time they saw each other, was probably wise.

He wasn’t wearing his hood. His ears—dark purple, almost black, and covered in soft fur—were angled backward, like he was nervous.

Lance’s glare deepened. Rage curled like a tongue of flame in his stomach. “You.”

Keith kept his hands raised, but his jaw set with defiance. “Me.”

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then Lance launched himself forward, and his fist cracked across Keith’s jaw. Keith stumbled backward, eyes flaring wide in surprise and pain, but he didn’t strike back like Lance was expecting him to. He kept his hands raised, his stance open and unthreatening.

Lance punched him again. His knuckles stung, but he didn’t care. He pushed Keith over, pressed his knees into his shoulders, and hit him again.

Keith just closed his eyes and let it happen. He didn’t even try to push Lance off.

Blood dripped from Lance’s knuckles—his own or Keith’s, it was hard to tell. His skin had split, but Keith’s nose was dripping, smearing red over his cheek like a stain.

He hadn’t hit back. He hadn’t even tried.

All at once, the rage melted away. Lance slowly, slowly lowered his arms and slid off of Keith, kneeling in the dirt of the cell.

Keith didn’t move, but his eyes opened, fixed on Lance. A crease appeared between his brow.

“Why aren’t you hitting me back?” Lance’s voice was low and harsh, but there was no real fire behind the words. He was too tired, too emotionally drained.

Keith didn’t say anything for a long time. When he spoke at last, his voice was soft and hoarse. “Does it matter?”

Lance scoffed, shaking his head. “You always fight back,” he said, unable to believe what he was hearing or seeing. “You’ve never taken any of my shit before. You don’t give up, ever. I don’t think it’s in your vocabulary. So why now?”

Keith hesitated. “I…didn’t want to. Hurt you. More than I already have, I mean.”

Lance felt his lips part in shock. He just stared at Keith, mouth working, unable to make a sound. It was just so antithetical to everything he knew about the guy that Lance couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Keith sighed and slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. He wiped some of the blood from his cheek; his nosebleed had slowed to just a trickle. “I lied to you. And the team. I…didn’t want to.”

As he spoke, his ears tipped downward, like they were trying to hide in his mess of hair. It reminded Lance of Veronica’s cat when she was upset.

“Then why did you?” The words were out of Lance’s mouth almost before he realized he was opening it. “If you didn’t want to lie, why did you do it?”

Keith raised an eyebrow, shooting Lance an incredulous look. “You just tried to beat the shit out of me. And before that, you and the others were chasing me all over Altea.”

“…Okay, the first one’s fair,” Lance conceded reluctantly; he self-consciously flexed the fingers of his still-stinging hand. “But…we weren’t chasing you down to attack you, Keith.”

Now Keith’s ears flicked upward, pricking toward Lance in surprise. “You weren’t?”

Lance shrugged. “Well, I was definitely planning on giving you a piece of my mind when we caught up with you. But not like—like this. We just wanted to…talk. See if you were, you know. Doing okay.”

Keith’s expression was slack with shock, eyes wide and lips parted.

Lance sighed, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his split knuckles. “So, you were worried about us beating the shit out of you if we found out you were a Faunus. What else?” Why are you a Blade? What are you doing with them? Why did you lie? Why did you lie to me?

Keith’s expression turned somber, and he shifted to sit against the wall, resting his arms on his knees and his chin on his folded arms. “I…it wasn’t about being a Faunus,” he said quietly. “I mean, Allura and the girls are all Faunus. Nobody even batted an eye about it. That wasn’t—my situation was more…complicated.”

“Complicated.” Lance gave Keith an arch look. “You’re part of an underground terrorist organization, Keith.”

Keith shot Lance a fierce glare, and Lance felt a glimmer of satisfaction at the fire in the other boy’s eyes. There he is. “It’s—we’re not terrorists!”

Now Lance could feel some of the anger returning, but he tried to stifle it before he could explode again. He held out a hand, counting off on his fingers. “They steal Dust. They attack outposts. They hurt people!” They destroy homes.

Keith sighed, turning back to face the wall of bars. “Yeah.”

That took Lance by surprise. Again. “Yeah? You’re not gonna deny it?”

Keith just shook his head. “They’ve done awful things,” he said quietly. “I’ve helped them do some of it. But—it was for a good cause, you have to believe that.”

Lance laughed humorlessly, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I never took you for an idiot, Kiriume.”

Keith didn’t rise to the taunt like Lance had been hoping. He just sighed. “The kingdoms are full of corruption. The rich, the powerful, they don’t care what happens to any of us. They’d throw us all to the Grimm if it would give them an edge over the others.”

“And so that makes it okay for the Blades to do the same thing?” Lance couldn’t help the bubble of anger rising in his chest.

“It’s not the same,” Keith gritted out. “We’re trying to protect people.”

Lance laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh. “My family is dead because of the Blades,” he snarled, voice low and angry. “How’s that for protection?”

Keith stared at him, eyes wide. “What?”

“Do you want me to say it again?” Lance felt like he should be glowing for all the rage burning inside him.

Keith’s shoulders dropped, and his ears tilted to lay flat against his hair. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Lance leaned back against the wall, anger simmering down to a low boil. He knocked his head against the wooden beam. “I grew up outside the kingdoms,” he began softly. “We didn’t have a huntsman, just a few hunters and retired soldiers. But they were enough to protect us from the odd Beowolf or Nevermore that came along, at least.”

Keith was watching him quietly, sharp violet eyes never leaving his face.

Lance swallowed thickly, fixing his eyes on the dirt at his feet. “There was a fight, I think. Someone got into a fight with some Blades who were passing through. It got ugly pretty fast; I think someone got their eye stabbed out or something, I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter, because then…the Grimm came.”

He cut off, squeezing his eyes shut against the wave of pain and memories that threatened to drown him every time he thought about it. The screams, the fire, his mother’s hand slotted in his, the rumble of explosions all around him, Veronica’s frightened voice begging Lance to get up, get up, please, gods, get up—

Lance sucked in a shaking breath and pressed his hands into the cool dirt to stop their trembling. “The Blades started the fight. And they couldn’t get it resolved fast enough to stop what happened next.” His words were short, clipped. Touched with some of the burning fury that boiled inside him at every waking moment.

“I’m sorry,” Keith said quietly, and it sounded like he meant it. When Lance finally looked at him, his eyes were still fixed on Lance, his expression sorrowful.

It hadn’t been his fault. Lance knew that, deep down. Keith had only been a little kid when it happened. Even if he’d been a Blade then, he would have been way too young to have been there, or even remembered it.

“That shouldn’t have happened,” Keith continued. “There’s protocols, things we do to make sure stuff like that doesn’t happen.” He smiled sadly at Lance, ears still tilted downward. “I really am sorry.”

Lance exhaled and turned to face Keith, resting one arm on his knee. “Thanks. I…I’m sorry, too. None of that was your fault, but I was just…angry.”

“It’s okay.” Keith gave him a wry smile. “I don’t blame you for being mad, I really don’t.”

“And I’m sorry for hitting you.” Lance returned his smile, and he was surprised to find that it actually felt genuine. “Mostly.”

Keith stuck his tongue out at Lance, ears flicking in annoyance. Gods, did they always do that? Lance had been missing out.

He hesitated, chewing his lower lip. “You said…that you didn’t really grow up in the kingdoms. Earlier, I mean.”

Keith eyed him. “Yeah. Why?”

“If you didn’t grow up in the kingdoms, why are you part of a resistance group that’s trying to like, root out corruption or whatever?” Lance waved a hand around in the air. The anger toward the Blades hadn’t quite dissipated—he didn’t think it ever would, and he would still love to punch a Blade or two in the face. But his anger toward Keith had disappeared almost entirely; frankly, it was a little freaky how quickly it had gone.

Keith sighed, resting his chin back on his arms. “I…don’t like talking about it,” he admitted quietly. “But you deserve to know. I—I don’t want to lie to you anymore.”

“Appreciated. Continue, please.” Lance spread his hands in invitation, earning an eye roll and small smile from Keith that lightened Lance’s mood by a fraction.

Keith took a steadying breath, then began to speak, words falling from his lips like a tide. “I never knew my mom. My—my dad always said she left when I was just a baby, but he never told me why.” His brows drew together. “I think…he didn’t know, either. She left both of us.”

Lance felt his brows furrow. He’d known Keith hadn’t had a great childhood, but he hadn’t thought it would have been like this.

“When Dad died, the only thing I had of either of my parents was my dad’s necklace and—my mom’s knife.” Keith pinched the locket between his fingers, absently rubbing the pad of his thumb over the intricate design. He didn’t seem to realize that he was doing it.

“My mom’s Blade knife,” Keith continued, eyes cutting to meet Lance’s.

Lance’s eyes widened. “You mean that knife is from the Blades?” He’d only ever seen Keith take the knife out to sharpen and clean it, and he’d never seen it without the leather wrappings on the hilt—which, now that the realization was sinking in, were perfect to hide the Blade marking that was featured on every single one of their trademark knives.

“Yeah.” Keith sighed again. “It was my only link to her, and when I was old enough and had more combat experience, I joined the Blades to look for her.”

“Did you find her?” Lance was surprised at how soft his voice was.

Keith’s shoulders curled inward a fraction, but his voice didn’t waver when he said, “Not yet. She’s out there, though. I know she is.”

“Can’t the Blade leader just tell you where she is?”

Keith sighed, shook his head. “He doesn’t know. Or he won’t tell me. The Blades rely on secrecy to keep each other safe; no one person holds all the answers.”

Not even their leader, apparently.

“But that’s not gonna stop you.” Lance didn’t say it like a question. There was no question there; Keith wasn’t one to step down from a challenge, whether it was seeing how fast he could drain a water bottle or tracking down his long-lost deadbeat Blade mom.

“No. It isn’t.” Keith’s voice was hard as iron, and it sent a shiver down Lance’s spine.

They sat in silence for a while, each absorbing the new information they’d learned about the other. Lance was fairly sure that was the longest they’d ever talked without fighting, and it felt even stranger considering how personal and intimate the conversation had become.

Of course they had to be locked in a cell together in order to actually talk about their feelings to each other. Hunk would lose his shit when he found out. Assuming they ever got out of the bandit camp.

“You don’t happen to still have that knife on you?” Lance murmured under his breath, glancing between the bars to see if any bandits were listening.

Picking up on his train of thought, Keith shook his head. “No. My semblance is gone, too; they broke my aura before putting me in here.” He grinned, sharp and dangerous. “I broke a few of theirs, though.”

“Hell, yeah,” Lance said appreciatively. He sobered, returning to the task at hand. “No weapons. No semblances. I guess we can try and get them to open the cell, and break out?”

“No need.” A new voice had both their heads snapping up.

Shiro stood outside the bars, hands on hips and grinning at them.

“Shiro!” Keith rolled to his feet, ears pricking forward in delight.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lance stood, too, beaming.

“Getting my two idiots out of a bandit cell,” Shiro said, grin widening. His form flickered and burst into shards of pure darkness, and then Shiro reappeared inside the cell. He tossed something through the air, and Lance reflexively caught it.

His bow gleamed in his hands, and Lance grinned, hefting the familiar weight.

Shiro tossed Keith his swords and carefully handed him his knife—his mom’s knife. “Come on,” the man said, pushing open the cell door. “Hunk and Pidge should be getting their distraction ready—”

As soon as he said it, an explosion rumbled through the camp. Shouts broke out as bandits raced toward the disturbance.

Shiro sighed. “And it’s an explosion. Far be it from me to suggest somebody being a little more creative with the distractions next time?”

“Explosions work fine,” Keith said, stepping out in front of Shiro with blades drawn. “Come on.”

[shera-dnd]

Hey so over the past couple of months I've been writing a little G Witch fic as a warm up before my actual commissions, just something easy to get my brain in writing mode

And now it's finished!

This one is a post canon ChuChu/Miorine/Suletta fic, in which Miorine tries to sacrifice herself for Suletta's happiness and ChuChu decides she's having exactly none of that.

I'll be posting a new chapter every sunday so we can keep those Suletta Sundays alive at least for an extra month

Also fair warning chapter 4 is mostly shameless smut.

but right now enjoy some angst

Chu Chu shuffled in her sleep, a strange coldness making her stir. 

She reached forward on instinct, trying to reach for something, just to hit the cold mattress instead.

When she opened her eyes she saw that she was alone in the bed. 

The room was dark, except for the soft glow that came through the large window - the distant earth reflecting the sun’s rays. And framed by that glow stood Miorine, wrapped in a dark blue night gown.

Figures .

Chu Chu huffed as she sat up on the bed, “if you’re gonna ask me to stay the night, the least you can do is actually stay in bed with me.”

Miorine did not bother turning, she just kept staring off into the distance.

“I didn’t feel like sleeping,” came her half assed answer.

With a muttered complaint Chu Chu stood up from the bed, a white tank top the only thing keeping her from being fully nude.

“You’re thinking about Suletta, aren’t you?” Chu Chu accused, fully certain she was right, “when are you planning on telling her about this?”

That got Miorine to look at her, Suletta Mercury’s name pulling on her like a leash.

“My husband and I already have an agreement,” Miorine explained coldly, “she’s free to pursue her happiness with whoever suits her fancy.”

“Tch!” Chu Chu stomped over, “then what is all this crap?”

A cruel smirk formed in the heiress’s face, “a woman has her needs.”

She scoffed, “like I’m gonna buy that! You’re plotting something. What do you have to gain from this?”

Miorine laughed, “at least three orgasms just tonight.”

Chu Chu’s hand slammed against the window, cornering the heiress in a way they’ve done many times before.

“You think if you piss me off you’ll get to keep lying,” Chu Chu accused, “but I know you. You can’t hide shit from me, princess.”

Miorine scowled, “I have nothing to hide! Not from you, nor Suletta!”

Realization hit Chu Chu like a sack of bricks.

The reason they’ve been doing this more and more, why she had asked her to stay the night.

Why she refused to tell the truth.

“You want her to find us, don’t you?” she spoke, more calmly than even she expected.

Miorine looked away, confirming her suspicions.

But why? Couldn’t she just tell Suletta about this? 

She was pretty sure that girl would accept it just fine.

Unless…

“You want a scandal!” she exclaimed, pushing away from Miorine, “you want to give Suletta a reason to divorce you!”

Miorine shrunk down and crossed her arms, still refusing to make eye contact, “Suletta performed admirably as the Holder. She saved me from a life of being used as a political pawn. The least I can do is offer her a chance to find her happiness.”

“So that 's it?” Chu Chu asked, her tone having gone somber, “you’re throwing both of us under the bus for Suletta’s happiness?”

“Of course not!” she argued, finally meeting Chu Chu’s gaze, “I’ll make sure the name Chuatury Panlunch will never hit the news.”

Miorine pushed herself up again, her hands bracing against the glass behind her.

“With the entire scandal resting on my shoulders alone I’ll be useless as a pawn,” she explained, “I’ll earn my freedom, Suletta will have her happiness, and you… get to put me in my place as many times as you’d like. Everyone gets what they want.”

Bullshit!

That was a bold faced lie, and Miorine was an idiot if she thought Chu Chu would buy it. 

Then again, maybe Chu Chu wasn’t the one she was lying to.

“What they want?” she asked, stepping closer. 

With two fingers she held Miorine’s chin, lifting her head so she’d look her in the eye.

The heiress closed her eyes, lips parting ever so slightly in anticipation for a kiss that never came.

“That Mercury girl sure is a lucky bitch,” Chu Chu whispered, before letting go of her chin, “but she’d be happier if you actually listened to her.”

Miorine blinked in confusion, opening her eyes to find Chu Chu picking up her clothes from the ground.

“What are you doing!?” she demanded.

“Leaving,” Chu Chu answered.

She stormed over, grabbing Chu Chu’s wrist as she began to put on her pants.

“You can’t do that!” she yelled, “you promised you’d stay!”

Chu Chu scoffed and yanked her hand free, “that’s when I thought you were touch starved, princess. I never agreed to taking part in your stupid plan.”

Miorine looked away, a frown forming on her face before she glared back at her.

“Why do you care!?” Miorine pushed back, “you just want to watch the rich spacian bitch suffer, don’t you? I’m giving you everything you want!”

Did she really think that lowly of Chu Chu?

...or did she think that lowly of herself?

“The smartest woman in the entire solar system, and you still can’t see the shit that’s right in front of you,” Chu Chu mocked, “tell me, princess, do you really think I would have agreed to fucking cuddle with you if all I wanted was to make you suffer? Do you think I’d come here night after night if I just wanted to put you in your place?”

There was silence as Chu Chu’s glare bore straight through all of her princess’s walls. Any arguments, any deflections, all crumbling before the unstoppable force that was Chu Chu.

What could she do now except be honest?

“Why else would you?” Miorine whispered, tears beginning to sting her eyes.

Chu Chu sighed and continued to get dressed.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head, “talk to Suletta, and actually listen to her for once.”

Fully dressed, Chu Chu made her way to the door. 

Behind her she could hear a hiccuping sob.

Fuck, that stung. 

She… she really didn’t want to leave Mio like this, but this would only get messier if she didn’t get her shit together.

Chu Chu stopped by the doorway. 

She didn’t dare look back. She knew she’d cave in if she did, but she still stopped, because she couldn’t leave her princess like that.

“Trust us,” she pleaded, “trust us to actually care about you.”

And with those words she took one more step and the door shut behind her.

[cmishwrites]

FO4 Fanfic Intro pt 4

~ I'm sorry the way pt 3 was cut, tumblr hates me right now and kept giving me trouble. to keep from doing a pt 5 I had to shuffle paragraphs. Hope it wasn't too jarring. ~ really don't understand why it's giving me crap today. My first posts were pretty hefty chunks. This is a continuation from pt 3 here. You can find the TOC(table of contents) over here.

Length: 1128 words (give or take) Warnings: none? Hope you enjoy (again sorry it was diced the way it was)

"That's a fair distance to travel, especially these days." Another voice, tinny, like someone was speaking through a metal tunnel, startled her. She gripped the can of water looking towards the doorway. The power armor was standing there. "Raiders captured you?" she nodded. The doc took the can of water and set it on a table. "Let me look at those scratches." She gripped the thin blanket as The doc removed the bandage on her cheek. He made some noises, good or bad she couldn't tell. "I'd say these are healing up nicely." He turned his attention to the bandages on her arms, carefully undoing them so he could see the wounds. Her stomach did an uneasy flop and she looked towards the man in power armor. He was still leaning against the doorjam. "Do you ever take off that power armor?" She asked suddenly. Grandpa had once said he rarely took off his when on a mission. "It's safer to keep it on, especially in the wasteland." He tipped his head to one side. "How did you end up all the way out in the Mojave?" She stared. "The Mojave?" she stumbled over the word. "East of California." Doc Mitchell sat back down. "Raiders. I," she looked down at her hands. "I got traded a few times, I didn't know I was so far west." "I think you oughta stay here a couple more days." Doc Mitchell said gently. "You've been through a rough time. You going to try to head back home?" She blinked at him and shrugged. "I don't know. I… It's a long way." "And dangerous." Power Armor said. "Especially for someone as," he faltered. "I'll walk back." She whispered, realization hit her, hard. She blinked as her vision went blurry. "I'm free." She stared down at her hands, barely able to see them through the sudden onslaught of tears. Freedom. She was free, free to go home, free to wander if she wanted. A cloth was pressed into her hands and she looked up startled. The Doc gave a gentle smile. "Ifn that's what you want to do, well I ain't gonna stop you, but it'd be better to not go alone. You need to rest up first though. Wouldn't be right, sending you out barely healed." "It's been a long time since I was in the Commonwealth." The man in the power armor said. "What's your name?" Cal asked carefully wiping at her tears. Her cheeks stung. "They just call me the Storyteller." "That's not a name." Cal frowned. "It's enough of a name for me." The man gave a shrug, the power armor clanking. "People really get attached to names. Especially in these times," "Good lord, here he goes." Doc stood. "I need you to go down to the store." He handed the storyteller a paper. The Storyteller slowly took the paper looking down at it then up at Doc. "Again?" "Gotta replenish my supplies." The doc shrugged. Cal watched as the Storyteller tromped out, unable to make out the muttering drifting from his helmet as he left. She heard a door close and looked at the Doc. "Ifn we let him start it'll be hours before he shuts up." The Doc winked at her. "Now, I've got a few sets of clothes over here." He motioned a shelf. "I'll go make some dinner, you see what fits." "Sir?" Cal swallowed as the doc turned towards her, eyebrows arching. "Thank you." He smiled gently and walked over patting her hand. "You're safe here, Cal. Ain't no raiders going to come this way, and with our metal friend, we won't let anyone hurt you again. You know, I know you want to go home, but ifn you want, you can stay here. Good people here in Goodsprings, might not be fancy, but it's not a bad place to settle." Cal sniffed, tears threatening again. "Thank you. I," She blinked several times, images of her brothers, sisters, her cousins, faces she could barely picture coming to mind. "I need to go home. They probably think I'm dead." He nodded and smiled again. "I understand. You're welcome to stay as long as you need before you go though."

2278 Fall. North of the Commonwealth

Cal leaned against a tree staring towards the walled town. She'd made her way up through the commonwealth after her traveling companion decided he was going to head back to the Capitol Wasteland. There were things he wanted to see, changes they'd skirted past that he wanted to document. She told him to go, she was almost home. And her ears were tired. She liked him, but Doc Mitchell, that kind man from the Mojave, had been right. Once the storyteller warmed up to a subject not even a raider attack or super mutants could get him to shut the hell up. Now she wished he were there. Would anyone remember her? Would her family still be alive? The town was still there, the gate stood open, a guard on either side. If they saw her, standing in the shadows of the twisted trees, they gave no indication. She nibbled her lower lip, her stomach doing uneasy flops. It was easy to enter a town with a man in power armor at her side, no one gave her any trouble, if they noticed her at all. She shook herself and pushed from the tree. It was time. Three years was a long time to be gone. She was just a few steps away. She squared her shoulders and neared the gate. The guards straightened up noticing her. She licked her lips, swallowing as one of the guards took a step towards her. "Cal?" His voice was deeper, he'd gotten much taller, but she recognized Leo, bright blue eyes that stared at her, widening. Disbelief written across his face. "Leo?" She couldn't keep from grinning. Some of her favorite childhood memories had been of her cousin. "Holy shit!" The other guard hissed and both were racing towards her. She was smothered in hugs, unable to stop from laughing. "Ty!" She hugged them both, tears falling freely. "I'm back!" He looked down at her, tears also falling freely. "God I thought you were dead!" He crushed her in a hug. "I'm so sorry, baby sister. I failed you!" "No!" She pushed away looking at him in shock. "No, you didn't fail me." She took a deep breath. "Aden did." She gave him another tight hug, "Aden has a lot to pay for." "He hasn't been seen since," Leo said, his voice grim. She looked up at her cousin frowning. "No?" Leo shook his head. "Haven't seen him since." "Come on, grandmother will be beside herself." Ty wiped at his face. "Welcome home." ~*~ Thank you for reading. This was the intro (if the title didn't tip you off to that.) Hope it wasn't too horrible. Now to tidy up the actual story part XD.

[1tad0ri]

OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

[the-bau-quinjet]

Is that my sweater?

Summary: When lounging around the compound, Steve wears a lot of sweaters. When he's on a mission, you "borrow" those sweaters.

Warnings: fluff, angst, implied smut, some cursing probably

Word Count: 2284

a/n: I needed some fluffy Steve Rogers in my life today.

Masterlist

You're not sure when it started, but when Steve is on a mission, all you do is worry. It's easier to control when you're on the mission with him or even on a mission of your own, but when he's gone and you're in the compound?

All you do is worry.

You could barely even sleep. That is, until you found a semi-decent solution.

Before the last mission Steve went on, the two of you were arguing about Harry Potter. He had the audacity to say the movies were better than the books, which is categorically untrue.

Unbeknownst to you, he was just trying to get a rise out of you because he likes the way your face scrunches up in annoyance.

Anyway, he followed you to your room when you stormed out of the kitchen, not wanting you to be mad at him while he was gone. He carried his sweater in his hands, having taken it off while cooking, leaving him in a white t-shirt.

When he got to your room, he dropped it on a chair so he could grab your hands to truly convey how wrong he was about the books and movie situation.

When he was called for the mission, he left the sweater behind, leading to your so-called-solution for sleeping while he was away.

The idea hit you one night when you were physically exhausted, but mentally couldn't calm down. You rolled over, trying to get more comfortable when you caught sight of his sweater on your chair.

In your sleep deprived state, you shuffled over to grab it, throwing it on over your own pajama shirt before returning to bed.

You were enveloped in his scent, easing the nonstop worry long enough for you to fall asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you told yourself it was a one time thing. It only happened because he left the sweater there. You were just worried about your best friend. It didn't have to mean anything.

Those were all lies.

The next time he left on a mission, you were quick to find you couldn't sleep again. Your thoughts kept returning to his many sweaters, causing you to sneak into his room to steal one to sleep in.

Every time he left while you were still at the compound, you would "borrow" a sweater from his closet, returning the previous one you had to his laundry basket.

You figured he would never find out. He owned so many sweaters, he wouldn't notice when one was dirty even if he didn't wear it.

Oh, how wrong you were.

-

"Y/N, welcome back!" Bruce greeted you as you walked into the lab, having returned from a mission late last night.

"Thanks, Banner!" You looked around the room, surprised to not see Tony. "Where's Tony?"

"Oh, he's on a mission. They left a day after you, should be back on Sunday." He replied, not taking his eyes from the tech he was working on.

"They?" You questioned, trying to think of who you had seen around the compound since returning.

"Yeah, Tony, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, and Steve." Again, his eyes remaining glued to his project, not realizing the way your face fell at the mention of Steve being gone.

"Five of them? What happened?" You tried to mask the worry that was already creeping in, threatening to take over.

Bruce finally looked up, surprised you hadn't heard about the explosions.

"There was a series of explosions in Baghdad. Intel suggested it was all to assassinate one man, but multiple bombs were used to divert attention."

You nodded, trying to take in the information. "Any leads?"

Bruce's expression turned grim as he nodded. "Hydra."

You felt your heart drop even further as you now fully understood just how dangerous the mission was. No wonder they needed the five of them.

You nodded in response before muttering something about going to the gym, needing to leave the lab so you could worry in private.

Since the compound was nearly empty, you ended up going to the gym as you said. You managed to distract yourself for a few hours, but there was still 4 days before they were supposed to be back.

That night, you snuck into Steve's room, borrowing another sweater to snuggle up in for the next few nights.

-

Friday morning, you woke to somebody knocking on your door.

You couldn't really be mad since it was already almost noon, but it was still mildly annoying to be disrupted from your limited sleeping.

In your hazy morning fog, you got out of bed to open the door. Your grumbling about being woken up died on your tongue when you realized just who was on the other side.

"Steve!" You jumped into his arms, ecstatic to see him after worrying so much. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Sunday!" You squeezed your arms around him tightly, unwilling to let go even when your feet returned to the ground.

"Yeah, we got done earlier than we expected." Steve graciously returned your hug, thrilled to see you after nearly two weeks apart.

After a few reassuring words that the mission went well and he was uninjured, you finally stepped back from each other.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join me to watch the next Harry Potter-" He abruptly cut himself off as he took in your appearance. His brows pinched together in confusion. "Is that my sweater?"

You instantly froze. In your sleep fogged ming, you had forgotten to take off his sweater before answering the door. You could feel the blush warming your face as you tried to think of a way out of this.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" You gave him a nervous smile, trying to avoid admitting the truth.

He laughed, although still confused. "Not really, no."

You sighed, before reluctantly confessing. "Yeah. It's your sweater."

He waited, as if expecting you to willingly explain why you had it, before he eventually asked the question you were dreading.

"Um, why are you wearing it?" He coughed, a slight blush growing on his cheeks as he looked you up and down again.

Your mind raced trying to come up with a good reason for you having his sweater, but you couldn't think of anything but the truth.

You threw your hands up over your face, avoiding all eye contact as you blurted out, "I was worried about you."

He waited again, before gently prompting you to continue. "So..."

"So, I broke into your closet and stole your sweater to sleep in because it's the only way I can get myself to calm down enough to sleep while you're on missions." You gasped, covering your mouth as you realized what you just admitted.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he sputtered. "Missions? Like multiple? You've, uh, you've done this before?" His face grew redder at the thought of you sleeping in his clothes.

You nodded, hands still over your mouth to prevent any other unfortunate confessions.

"Um, since, uh since when?" He cleared his throat, trying not to sound to giddy.

"You remember when we had the Harry Potter movies versus books argument?" You moved your hands away from your face just enough to talk, before quickly covering your face again to hide your embarrassment.

He nodded, thinking back a few months.

"You left a sweater in my room when you were called away on that emergency mission and I just..." You gestured with your hands, not wanting to actually say it out loud.

Steve was completely speechless. You worried about him enough to want, no need to sleep in one of his sweaters when he was gone?

The only word he could manage to get out was a whispered, "why?"

You shrugged, repeating your earlier statements. "Because I worry about you when you're on missions."

"Yeah, but why?" He was having a hard time comprehending what this actually meant. He meant why did the sweater help, but you took it as a question of why you worried.

You shrunk in on yourself, avoiding eye contact again.

"I, uh, well you're my best friend, and I, um, care about you..." You trailed off, not sure you were entirely ready for your feelings to be out in the open.

"Enough that you worry so much you can't sleep without my clothes?" Steve was so bewildered, he was barely thinking. He was definitely not controlling his tone of voice. The question came across to you as harsh and annoyed.

In your eyes, he was clearly upset with the situation. The only logical reason you could think of for him to be that upset is if he knew about your feelings and didn't reciprocate them.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you hastily removed the sweater, leaving you slightly chilly in just your tank top and shorts. The chill sent a new wave of emotion over you, anger replacing the sadness at how harsh we was being with you.

"Yeah, I care about you, asshole. Hell, I think I'm in love with you." Despite your mumbling, he could clearly understand what you said. His eyes went even wider at your latest confession.

"I'm sorry I took your clothes." You threw the sweater at him, grabbing a sweatshirt from your desk. "If it helps at all, I only ever had one sweater at a time." Your bitter tone did not go unnoticed by Steve.

"Y/N, I..." He paused, still overwhelmed by finding out that you loved him too.

Your eyes quickly softened, the brief angry stint ending. You couldn't be mad at him for not feeling that same way. It wasn't fair. You would just have to move on.

"Steve, it's fine. I'll get over it." You brushed past him into the hallway, deciding to drown your sadness in junk food from the kitchen.

Steve stood frozen, watching you walk away and wondering how that went so poorly.

-

When you made it to the kitchen is was thankfully empty. You dug around for a few minutes, looking for something that would make you feel better, ultimately settling on a package of Oreo's and a glass a milk.

For some reason, it's always been a comfort food for you, reminding you of being a kid and having no real problems.

A few stray tears fell down your cheeks, but you hastily wiped them away. You would resign yourself to cry in the comfort of your own room later.

A few minutes into eating your Oreo's, nearly everyone appeared in the kitchen.

You honestly should have expected it since it was pretty much prime lunch time.

You did your best to put on a happy face as you ate your cookies, not really joining any conversations but nodding along. A few minutes later, everyone settled around the room, eating various things and having separate conversations.

You had just finished your cookies and rinsed your glass when Steve ran into the room, a look on his face that could only be described as desperate.

"Whoa, slow down there Capsicle. Where's the fire?" Tony joked, earning chuckles from a few people.

Steve ignored him as his eyes scanned the room, settling on your frozen form by the sink.

"Cap, you good?" Sam questioned as everyone grew more concerned with his behavior.

Again, Steve ignored him. He took four large steps around the island before coming face to face with you. You took a deep breath, really not wanting to have this conversation in front of literally everyone you work with.

"Steve, wha-"

He cut you off by pulling your head to his, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You froze at first, but quickly leaned into his embrace to deepen the kiss.

He pulled back, much too soon for your liking, to stare into your eyes.

"Y/N, I honestly have no idea what just happened in your doorway. I think my brain malfunctioned or something, but please believe me when I say I've been in love with you for months."

A blush painted your cheeks as you took in his words, a weird mixture of confusion and relief flooding your emotions.

"You do?" He nodded, still holding you close to him. "But- you just- you do?"

He laughed, pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear, "I do. I really, really do."

"I love you too." You admitted in as soft a whisper, eagerly leaning into his warm embrace. You took a deep breath, finding comfort in the all too familiar scent.

You would have stood in his embrace for hours if not for your moment being interrupted by the clapping and hollering of your teammates.

"About time, punk." Bucky smirked from his seat on the barstools.

"Personally, I would love to know what happened in Y/N's doorway." Tony chimed in, laughing when you hid your face in Steve's chest.

"Steve probably just found out about Y/N's sweater habit." Nat added casually, earning looks from everyone in the room.

You were speechless, having been sure no one else knew.

Wanda, Sam, and Clint looked way too excited to learn more.

"You all really need to be more observant." She muttered to yourself.

You and Steve slipped out of the room when attention had turned to Nat, slowly making your way back up to your room.

"You're welcome to steal my sweaters anytime." Steve pulled you into his side as you walked down the hall.

"Oh, well I guess I'll start with this one then." You smirked before pulling him into your room, already removing the sweater from his body.

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[babeyvenus]

A Little Chunk of Hope

Tw: blood, mentions of dying, hurt/comfort, language

Andrew! Peter x black reader

Ch 2: I Got You

You and Peter walk back into the lab, getting back to preparing the cures. The taller Peter gave you a nod in affirmation, receiving a smile in return. You watched your Peter go back to his place and continue on his cure. Staying by his side, you find something to create a weapon with.

Glancing around your area, you find a pipe sitting in a corner and picking it up, examining it for rust. After that, you broke parts of it to make pocket knife-sized blades, heating them up enough to thin out the way they needed.

You could feel eyes on you as you worked. Finishing up on your weapons, you turned to his slightly brighter eyes, filled with some sort of feeling. Admiration? Recognition? Hope? Whatever it was, it took some weight off your shoulders.

Each Peter finished on their cures; your Peter walked up to you. “You remembered what I said, right?”, he pressed.

You had to roll your eyes. “Peter, I got it.” He nodded before heading off to the statue of liberty with the other Peters. You stayed behind with Ned and MJ, looking at the formation of the portal. “So… You and Peter…”, Ned started.

“Not together.”, you replied, much to his disappointment. “There’s something between you two, though?”, MJ asked.

Yeah, unsolved tension, distance, confusion, etc.

You missed him all those years ago, and still do now. You wanted nothing but to take him away from all this and just lay with him.

Free from the stress and conflicts of every negative possibility of a threat ready to harm him. You realized it wasn’t fair to him. He hadn’t had any breaks, or really visited his aunt like he should’ve. At least you kept in contact with her.

Still, it saddened you to know that she was heavily worried about her nephew not even making a single phone call to her after he moved out.

Your thoughts were broken when you heard heavy wind, thunder and shuffling sounds of sand hit the metal support on the statue of liberty. “A sandstorm?”, you muttered in confusion.

“No, one of the bad guys is practically made of sand.”, MJ clarified. Your eyes caught onto a brief spark of lightning in the sky. “Max….”, you whispered, seeing him float over to the statue of liberty.

You made them step back as some of the sand brushed into the portal. “I think it’s time to close it.”, you say. Ned waves his hand to close it but it won’t close. No matter how hard his eyes squeeze close, the portal isn’t closing. “Uh, Ned? Anytime would be great.”, you press.

Your eyes widen as you see the lizard attacks the spider trio before looking at you. “Shit.”, you mutter. You step out of the portal, pulling out your blades. “Get this thing closed!”, you ordered before running at the lizard and slid under him, slitting at his ankles.

He roars, chasing after you before being kicked away by your Peter. He chases the lizard away before getting tackled by him. Struggling, he threw one of the cures to Peter 1. Both Peter 1 & 3 worked together to send the first cure to Peter 2.

You block your eyes from the bright light that illuminated from the crown of the statue of liberty and watch as sand poured out of the cracks of the crown. Peter 1 came toward you. “You okay?”, he asked, jogging you back to the portal. You nodded. “Yeah, but Ned’s still struggling to close this thing.”

“What’s the holdup?”, Peter 1 asked. Ned’s still waving his arm around. “I don’t know!”, he cries.

Thunder cracked loudly, catching you and Peter 1’s attention. You looked at him. “Go. They’re gonna need you.” He nodded before swinging to the top.

You turned to Ned. “You have got to shut this thing before anyone else finds their way over here.”, you warn. “I’m trying! It won’t work!”, he whines.

“Just try it again. We’re gonna keep trying.”, MJ reassures. Your eyes catch on to movement below you. “Yeah… let’s try a little bit faster this time.”

Ned swings his arm faster, trying to concentrate. The lizard charges at you three, making you shake your head and huff. “Let’s get this over with, Doc.”, you ran at him again, this time catching him off guard as you mimic a move your Peter would’ve done.

Jumping off of a pole and kicking the lizard in the face, before jumping on his back, clawing onto his shoulders. He roars, runs into the portal, and chases after Ned and MJ. “Run!!”, you yell, trying your hardest to pull him back.

Peter 1 comes swinging and kicks the lizard in the face before being slammed down by the lizard. The lizard roared and yanked you off of his back and slammed you down, knocking the wind out of you.

Breathless, your vision blurs as you see your Peter being electrocuted by Max. Peter 1 helps you up, trying to get you to focus.

Giving him a nod, you stand up, catching your breath before following the lizard and finding the second cure. “That’s for him.”, Peter 1 confirms pointing at Max. You look at him, “Go. They need you. I’ll deal with Max.” He hesitantly moves and runs off, chasing the lizard.

You run over to a full clearing to look at your uncle. Frustrating tears bubble in your eyes. “MAX!!”, you scream, catching his attention. His eyes scan you over, flicking between you and Peter 3.

“Y/N…stop…”, Peter 3 hoarsely yells. “Y/N…?”, Max whispers in confusion. “Stop this, Max! Enough of this! Let us take you home!”, you yell. He glances at his cure in your hand before raising his own. “Put it down.”, he orders.

You don’t step down. “No! I’m here because you’re here! You need to calm down, we’re trying to help you!”

He scoffs. “Help? What exactly can you do for me? You don’t what it’s like to be broken, thrown away like trash, and then be graced with power. So much imaginable power and I’ve got it all right here.”, he taps the glowing arc on his chest with a smirk. “I’m not going back. Everything’s so much better here. I could have it all.”

He glowers at you. “Don’t make me hurt you, niecey.” That name twinges at your heart.

“No you won’t.”, you argue, climbing up behind Peter 3. “Y/N, are you insane!? Get down from there!”, Peter 2 yelled.

You steady yourself behind Peter 3’s electrifying body. “You’re coming back home. With me. With him,” You pointed at your Peter. “And we’re gonna start over. We’re gonna talk, and do whatever we missed out on these couple of years. And that’s gonna start, right now-!’, you yelled before launching yourself at him.

He shot a blast of electricity at you, throwing you back against a platform, much to the Peters’ despair.

Your body jolted and twitched as you felt every spark in your veins. It hurt, it burned, but more than that, it just made you angrier.

Peter 2 tried to scurry over to you as he watched plasmic energy spark around your fingertips and hair before being yanked away. Your eyes glossed over with a bright white sheen as you got up.

Staggering over to your previous position, you glared at your uncle before floating up to meet his height. “Well, I’ll be damned.”, he mutters, taking in your angry state.

You reached out your hand to fire a shot of electricity to his chest before he fired one at you, letting your Peter go. Your powers tip back and forth with his as a man with metallic tentacles rises out of nowhere.

“Stop this.”, he says to your uncle. “Nah, I got her.”, he says before being yanked away and ripped from the glowing arc in his chest. You watched as the man take Max’s cure shove it where the arc originally was; your uncle immediately powered down before dropping to a platform.

You glared at the man, ready to fire a shot at him, only to get grabbed by his metallic tentacle. “Dr. Octavious, stop!! She’s okay! She’s one of us!”, Peter 2 yells. “Don’t hurt her!!”, Peter 3 yells.

Dr. Octavious looks at you as you glare back at him, huffing and trying to surge every spark at him. He sets the two Peters down, tossing you away, sending you crashing into Peter 1. You both pant heavily as he sits you up while MJ and Ned examine you.

“Y/N. Hey.”, he pats your face, trying to get you to open your eyes. With what little energy you had, your eyes fluttered open, simmering down to their natural e/c and glancing at his dirtied face. “There you are.”, he smiles.

“Peter…”, you whisper. “What happened to you?”, he asks, worried. You shake your head. “No time f’that…”, you shakily stand, holding onto him. “The lizard’s down.”, MJ informs, making you smile.

You glance at the box, still in her hands. “That thing needs to go.”

"Uh, try it again!", MJ tells Ned. "Oh, right!" Ned held his arms up, and waved them once more. Suddenly, another portal opened, surprising the four as Dr. Strange walked through.

"You.", Dr. Strange glared at Peter 1. "Wait! Mr.! Dr. Strange, sir! Peter's plan is working!", Ned explained, frantically.

"What plan?"

"He's curing them.”, you say, glancing down at what once what the lizard but now, Dr. Kurt Connors. "Well, I'll be damned…”, Dr. Strange murmured before turning to look at Ned. “Did you just open a portal?" Ned nodded. “Yes, yes sir, I did..."

Dr. Strange nods before taking the box. “Uh…”, you started.

"CAN THE SPIDER-MAN COME OUT TO PLAY?!"

Peter looked up to see the Goblin appear and pushed you toward MJ. "Go! Now!"

"C’mon!”, MJ practically tugged your arm as you trailed behind her. A loud explosion erupted, causing you and MJ to stumble a bit. The shield assigned to the statue fell to the ground with a loud creak and groan, destroying the construction behind it. The shaking of the platforms caused you to stumble back, falling off of the platform you once stood on.

You could hear screams yelling for you but you slowly closed your eyes. Despite the situation, the wind felt nice on your skin, almost relaxing.

Although… was this going to be the last time you ever saw Peter…? Getting to talk to him, getting to see him, see him in action for the very last time…? Not even telling him your true feelings was gonna happen, it seems.

You can hear the younger Peter shout for you before another voice rings out in your ears. One you loved to hear so well, so often.

You opened your eyes to see your Peter. His eyes are shiny with fresh tears, horror, and panic plain on his face as he reaches for you. His arms wrap themselves around you as you landed with a soft thud.

You hear his shaky pants in your ear and feel his stifled breaths on your neck as he hides his face away. You can feel the warmth of his tears on your shoulder, dampening your shirt. “Peter…”, you mumble, tapping at his back. He shakes his head, too afraid to look at you.

“Peter… I’m okay. You saved me.”, you say, pulling his face to look at you. His cheeks are moist and muddy from his tears. His lips tremble as he tries to find words to say. “You got me.”, you reassure. “I’m here.”

He sobs softly and smiles, giving you a nod. “I got you.” He shakily sets you down as you look up at the damage. Purple light rips through and cracks open the dusk sky, making you huddle closer to him.

“Are we losing…?”, you muttered, weakly. “Y/N!!”, you hear Ned and MJ scream for you, running up to hug you. You wrap your arms around them the best you can. “I’m so glad you guys are okay…”, you say, hoarsely.

“Us? What about you?”, MJ looked up from where you fell. It did seem like a far drop. It sends a shiver through your spine as you imagine what could’ve happened had Peter not saved you.

You turned to him. “Thank you…”, you mouth, your voice fighting you. He nods and sees the younger Peter fight the Goblin with every strength he has. The eldest Peter shows up, taking in the sight and nodding at the taller one before running down to Peter 1.

You, MJ, and Ned watch as their Peter lifts up the Goblin’s glider, ready to end his life before the oldest Peter stops him. It took some time before he dropped the glider and watches as his older counterpart is stabbed through the back and drops.

Your Peter pulls out the last cure and throws it at Peter 1. The youngest spider flawlessly catches it before jabbing the needle into the Goblin’s jugular and watching him drop as well.

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A/N: sorry, forgot about the taglist 😖🙏🏽 @sluts4president and @tinydramatist

[enamouredfae]

♡ Pick a Card ♡

Advice from your Spirit Guides!

This reading is for entertainment purposes only.

This is a timeless reading for the collective, therefore it is likely that some messages will not resonate with you. Please only take the messages that do! The messages that do not, are meant for somebody else. Remember that the future is never set in stone and that you possess free will! Love you! ♡

Pile 1

Charm: Shell

You may see shells as signs from the universe. You may have Venusian placements. You have a tough exterior, but once you finally open up to people you are a hidden gem! You are a person that values privacy.

Flower: Carnation

The meaning of carnation changes depending on its colour, since this one is a stripped purple carnation, it symbolizes rejection/refusal and capriciousness. It being a dry bud, for me at least, symbolizes that this is a small issue that isn't likely to grow! You might've been refused a caprice recently, or you may have too high expectations that are likely not going to be fulfilled.

Significator: Page of Cups

Self-sufficient is the word I thought of when I saw this card. I think that at the moment you are really starting to work through your emotions, you might be finally doing some introspection, journaling, talking to people, seeing a therapist, etc. You are beginning a journey of emotional growth. You might also be receiving a message soon, be aware of any symbols that matter to you or ask the universe for certain symbols for guidance.

Astro: Virgo and Capricorn

There is a high chance that you have Virgo or Capricorn placements. You may be earth dominant. You may be Mercury/Saturn dominant/ruled. This could also apply to the person you need advice on if that is the case.

I thought of soil when I saw these cards, not a plant, but very well-nourished soil. It seems like you are making a foundation for yourself that is not rooted in anyone else, it simply comes from you. You are the soil, the water, the nutrients, and your future self is the plant. Flower crowns may be significant to you as well, or you may find great healing by connecting with nature and connecting to nature's cycles.

What you need advice on:

VI of Wands and X of Pentacles (reversed)

There are a few possibilities I see here. You may be having a hard time getting your accomplishments noticed by others, you might not receive the praise you desire or feel you deserve. Another possibility is that you may have a hard time feeling successful due to your financial situation. You may have received a large sum of money that should make you happy, but it doesn't. You may be very well off financially, but it is causing some hardships, and others might not understand these hardships because they think that they'd be very happy in your position.

Advice:

King of Pentacles and XVIII. The Moon

I feel like at least one of you should monetize your intuition. Some of you have or will meet a person (very likely an earth placement), that is either a business partner or a lover/friend, that will somehow help you with your financial issue. They might recommend you to someone for example. Perhaps if you confide in the King of Pentacles, they'll help you immensely, they're someone you can rely on, if not financially, emotionally. Others should embody the King of Pentacles, be determined, stick to a routine. For others, someone could be hiding smth from you that would help you immensely with this issue. Listen to your intuition! Do not forget that your anxieties and fears are valid, and it is normal to be feeling like this! Your worth is not defined by your financial success!

38. Willow and 5. Cerato and Honeysuckle

Willow talks about self-responsibility: make a plan, stick to it and, most importantly, try to stop complaining. You have the strength to get through this, complaining just engrains it in your head that you have a problem making it harder to get out of that mindset, instead try working on the solution. Cerato talks about the fact that no matter how many people you ask, no matter how many books you read, your gut knows best! Trust yourself and your intuition. Whatever feels right, is! Just know that domestic happiness is very important right now, cherish whoever that may be (King of Pentacles perhaps), be it your cat or even yourself if you live alone, give and accept affection! This could be a message for a specific person but I feel called to note that as I was shuffling the oracles I started singing "Runaway" by Aurora. Perhaps the lyrics are meaningful to one of you, or it can reassure you that this pile is meant for you if this is your favorite song.

Pile 2

Charm: Cactus

You may see cacti as signs from the universe or have a very strong emotional attachment to them due to a certain memory. I feel like a lot of people are attracted to you, but they feel that you will reject or hurt them if they get too close. Or you consciously or subconsciously hurt people when they get too close. You might think you don't deserve love, which is NOT TRUE. Love isn't something that has to be deserved! But if it were, you most certainly deserve it!

Flower: Freesia

Yellow freesias symbolize joy, renewal, and friendship. It is the go-to flower to convey to someone that you trust them. You are incredibly trustworthy, someone to whom your loved ones come for advice. You are a great listener, are very delicate and tactful in your interactions with others.

Significator: IX. The Hermit

You are doing a lot of self-reflection right now, sometimes the pondering even turns into daydreams. You may also be connecting with and thinking about your spiritual/religious beliefs. You are looking to understand the light that illuminates your path. You may have started meditating, or you should start! Spiritual awakening is happening or coming soon! You could be isolating yourself at the moment as well.

Astro: Jupiter and Libra

There is a high chance that you have Libra or Sagittarius placements. You may be air dominant. You may be Jupiter/Venus dominant/ruled. This could also apply to the person you need advice on if that is the case.

The words that I kept thinking about at this point in the reading were "letting karma do its job" and "visions of the future". You may be clairvoyant! But most of you act a lot like the Justice tarot card, you like balance and fairness, and have a life philosophy based on these ideas. Your higher education might've played a big role in this.

What you need advice on:

II of Cups (reversed) and Queen of Swords

Someone may be rationalizing or overthinking a perceived imbalance in a relationship. Of course, the Queen of Swords, likely an air placement, is intelligent, they may be right in their thinking but because of the advice received, I believe their judgment is clouded by insecurity. They may feel unworthy of what they receive, seeing that you chose the cactus charm and have libra as an astro card, it is very likely that this is you but this may be your person as well, both options are possible.

Advice:

King of Cups and IV of Swords (reversed)

See, the King of Cups is upright, this person, very likely a water placement, is very emotionally mature, compassionate, and understanding. Whereas the swords person is exhausted and stagnant due to the deep contemplation happening. I feel they may also be insecure, causing the overthinking. If this is you, trust me, you deserve the King of Cups! If this is your person, make them realize that they deserve you! They need a lot of reassurance.

1. Agrimony and 7. Chestnut Bud and Morning Glory

Love, whether romantic or platonic, requires hard work, determination, and affection. Agrimony talks about a person that needs balance, both inside and outside. You may find it by showing more of yourself, especially by starting with your loved ones. Because you might not be used to it, start little by little, and observe how accepting those you love can be. Chestnut Bud talks about focus and learning from experience. For me, it's another confirmation that someone is overthinking, see the girl looking very melancholic, whereas their counterpart is goofing around. Don't take life too seriously! Have fun with your loved one!

Pile 3

Charm: Leaf

You might see certain trees or leaves as signs from the universe. When I picked up this charm I immediately thought "Leave!" So if you were thinking about a voyage, there's your sign, just be mindful of covid regulations, please. The idea of falling also popped up, so you might be falling for someone rn or feeling like you're in a perpetual fall emotionally.

Flower: Orchid

I would just like to point out that, although this orchid dried white, it was actually a baby purple orchid when alive. I will therefore explain both colors: purple orchids represent royalty, admiration, and respect, whereas white ones symbolize purity and innocence. But they are, no matter what color, always a symbol of luxury, delicate beauty, and virility.

Significator: 0. The Fool

You may be starting smth new with confidence, smth you haven't done before, making you a bit inexperienced, but still willing to take the leap of faith. OR you may be acting foolishly by looking back or the opposite way of the thing you'd do with confidence. Let me explain, as you can see the Astro cards are both looking in one direction, with determination, and confidence. Whereas The Fool is looking the opposite way. Your significator may be saying that you're being foolish to look the other way, wondering what-ifs.

Astro: Sagittarius and Mars

There is a high chance that you have Sagittarius, Aries, or Scorpio placements. You may be fire dominant. You may be Jupiter/Mars dominant/ruled. This could also apply to the person you need advice on if that is the case.

You have a clear goal that you can easily reach through your actions. Look at Mars' demeanor, he knows Sagittarius is hitting the target. Do not doubt yourself, there's nothing to worry about. Stay focused!

What you need advice on:

XI. Justice (reversed) and Queen of Cups

Clearly, there is a decision to be made here, and you really want to listen to your heart. And you're questioning whether you should? I just want to reassure you, the Queen of Cups is highly in tune with their intuition and their emotions, you should trust yourself.

Advice:

X of Swords (reversed) and II of Pentacles

You are clearly in pain, whether or not it is talking about this decision that is eating you up. Healing and recovery are important right now! It's time to stop resisting an inevitable end, and start recovering. Look, the reversal allows for the swords to just fall out of your back, just look inwards! Don't forget to balance work with fun, you deserve to relax! Another way to see this is that you are restricting yourself by seeing this as a choice, why not do both? Although, if we are talking about people here, there better be a mutual agreement on polygamy! I will not invite you to cheat! If we are talking about activities, you are capable of doing both if it's too hard to choose, you just need to figure out how to balance them. A specific message is that some of you want to go back to doing smth you've dreamt of doing as a child, if that is the case, pls do it, at least as a hobby!

13. Gorse and 32. Vine and Trumpet Gentian

There is a need to heal some inner wounds. I immediately thought of inner child work when I saw the Trumpet Gentian in combination with the Vine. Vine talks about acts of service and leadership skills, try parenting yourself/your inner child, give yourself the love that you may have lacked as a kid. You are worthy of it! Gorse is all about perspective and imagination. Do a brainstorming of possible outcomes depending on the decision you take, you can do this alone, but the input of loved ones that can be honest with you would do wonders. Don't forget your future can go in many different ways, and whichever decision you take is the right one!

Pile 4

Charm: Angel

You may see angels or angel numbers as signs from the universe. You are a person that is divinely guided and divinely protected. It seems to me like you have a very strong intuition or are very aware of your divine gifts.

Flower: Rose

Of course, roses are always symbolic of love. Therefore I believe it is more note-worthy here to talk about the size. This is a tiny rose. Just like the carnation bud, it did not have time to grow and is now immortalized in its youth stage. You may be inexperienced in love, or hold naive beliefs about it. You might be experiencing youthful romance right now.

Significator: XV. The Devil

What I find interesting here is that you got the angel charm with the devil significator. This is very conflicting energy. The sentence that I kept thinking throughout the reading is "wolf in sheep clothing" or "sheep in wolf's clothing", I kept mixing up the words, just very contradictory energy. The way you present yourself to the world is very different from how you truly are. You might also be a person prone to obsessing over people, things, interests, etc. I also would like to note here that this pile was the hardest to get the cards, the amount of shuffling I did here until the cards flew made me sweat hahaha. It's also a very confusing reading. Therefore, I believe you carry a lot of confusion yourself, although your intuition is incredibly powerful, you might suffer from being very paranoid, and sometimes being unable to differentiate your intuition from your delusions. I also think you're very secretive, you do not want people to know or understand you.

Astro: Neptune and Moon

There is a high chance that you have Pisces or Cancer placements. You may be water dominant. You may be Neptune/Moon dominant/ruled. You could have a Neptune/Moon aspect. This could also apply to the person you need advice on if that is the case.

"This is a time of great psychic sensitivity for you. Trust your intuition and follow its guidance." You should try to differentiate emotions from intuition, I know it's hard, but they are different things, and it's very important to tell them apart! Your dreams may hold messages, try having a dream journal and interpreting them if you don't do that already.

What you need advice on:

IX of Wands (reversed) and V of Swords (reversed)

As you can see ALL of the tarot cards I've received in this reading are reversed, implying inner conflicts that require inner change/work. You might've said/done smth you now regret, and you hate yourself for it, you may also be incredibly paranoid that others will find out. You want the paranoia to end. You want to make amends, to reconciliate/atone, but are unsure on whether you should do it. Perhaps you don't feel emotionally prepared to reopen that wound.

Advice:

V. The Hierophant (reversed) and VII of Wands (reversed)

What I noticed here is that The Hierophant mirrors The Devil, not as perfectly as The Lovers, but it is incredibly similar. Once again that energy of opposition, contradiction, and confusion appears, "the wolf in sheep's clothing". For some, my fixation on this phrase could be a warning. For others an invitation to look in the mirror... Try looking at the situation from the other person's point of view! I'm not saying you are a "wolf in sheep's clothing", but that might be how you're being perceived. You are exhausted, remorse is eating up all of your energy. The Hierophant is saying that you should stay true to your personal beliefs, so if you believe apologizing is necessary to move on, do it!

This could be unrelated and for a specific person, but don't be afraid of challenging the status quo! If it hurts none, do as you will, embody your true self! I just want to remind you that going against your loved one's idea of "normalcy" is not hurting them, it's loving yourself. But remember that you also don't owe anyone a "coming out", you are valid whether or not you tell people! Do whatever your heart tells you and please be safe!

!!! : Of course, this doesn't count if what's challenging the status quo doesn't respect others' identity/ sexuality/ ethnicity/ religion/ etc. If challenging the status quo comes from a place of hate please block me. Nobody is using this reading as a sign to do some fucked up shit.

3. Beech and 2. Aspen and Lily

When I saw Beech I immediately thought "talk to someone, or you could spiral." Beech talks about self-acceptance and self-compassion. You must first accept yourself as you are, an imperfect human being, like all humans, before starting to work on embodying your highest self. Stay open-minded! Aspen, on the other hand, invites you to connect with others, not only for advice or consoling but for quality time! I have a feeling that you have very high morals, but having them isn't enough, you must act accordingly!

Thank you for reading! Love you all.♡

You can buy me a coffee if you feel called to do so! This is never necessary, but always appreciated! ♡

[jlalafics]

prompt: peeta catches katniss skinny dipping in the lake

Hello anon! I don't know if you were hoping for smut, but this kind of turned in a bit of a fluff cloud.

Hope you enjoy anyway!

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He wasn’t stalking her.

Peeta assured himself, as he followed the dark-haired girl, that he was just making good on a promise to himself at the beginning of the school year.

Actually, it was more a promise that started when they were children and Katniss Everdeen captivated him with her siren song.

However, his courage had waned throughout the year, seeing her with Gale Hawthorne who seemed to be glued to her side. They didn’t seem to be together; Katniss barely acknowledged him next to her as they walked down their school hallways.

Also, he may have slipped her little sister Prim some free cookies before casually asking if she and Gale were a thing.

“Oh no—” The sweet girl had responded between bites. “—our families are close. Katniss doesn’t think of Gale like that.”

At that, Peeta had sent her off with some cupcakes.

The last of their classes finished up for the rest of the year and now was his chance.

Except, looking around, he had lost her.

A sudden movement to his left peripheral and Peeta turned just in time to see Katniss making her way towards the fence bordering District 12.

Stealthily, he followed, looking back periodically, and seeing the town disappear behind them.

There was a shuffle and Peeta turned just in time to see her disappear underneath the fence. He had heard rumors that the electrical function had been turned off, but no one from the Merchant side would even dare try to test the theory.

However, judging by the lack of electrical buzz on the wired, Peeta felt safe enough to follow Katniss.

Entering the forest, he looked up at the sky touching trees, a smile growing on his mouth. There was a freedom to being out here. The sounds of the town disappeared as Peeta walked further into the thicket of trees. Nothing laid before him but lush green and the sounds of songbirds in the distance.

He had almost forgotten his mission when the sound of a splash broke through his thoughts.

Moving forward, Peeta could hear the sound of lapping water.

It was followed by a light laugh.

Katniss was laughing. She never laughed—not at school or around him, anyway.

The sound filled him with warmth and he kept on, longing to hear it again.

As Peeta walked further, the light of the forest brightened, and the sound of water became clearer. Soon he found himself looking at a fencing of reeds and just beyond that—

A lake.

The water was deep blue, the light of the sun hitting from the west, and he was enchanted.

“What are you doing here?”

Peeta started, his eyes suddenly going to the dark-haired girl staring at him from the water.

“Oh! I…um…I—” He could feel himself burning—besides getting caught by Katniss, there was the realization that she was wearing nothing. Looking up to avoid her penetrating stare, Peeta searched the sky for an answer…and some help. “Well—”

“You followed me,” Katniss stated. “You can look. There’s barely anything to be seen.”

Peeta quickly flashed his eyes down to her before looking up once more. “Yes, there is.”

There was a lot to see.

She laughed. “I know the water is clear. I was just saying that I don’t really have much…to see.”

He let out a strangled breath. “I beg to differ.”

Peeta could hear her swimming closer. “Why did you follow me?”

“It’s just that I’ve always wanted to talk to you,” he admitted. “I’ve been working up the courage since…”

“Since when?”

Here goes.

“Since you sang The Valley Song.”

“That long, huh?” Katniss mused, and Peeta heard the swish of water. “Join me.”

His head snapped down to find her grinning. “What?”

“You want to talk to me? Let’s talk.” She swam towards him. “But…fair is fair.”

“What do you mean?” Katniss nodded at him, her eyes going to his slacks and white shirt. Peeta almost choked on his tongue, realizing what she wanted. “You want me to take off my clothes?”

“Yes,” she replied bluntly.

Logically, it wasn’t fair that he had seen her so…bare.

“Turn around then,” he told her.

Katniss raised a brow in amusement before turning.

“Don’t be ashamed,” she called out. “During wrestling matches, those uniforms can be very exposing.”

“You’ve watched my wrestling matches?” he countered as he pulled his shirt off.

“Maybe.”

Peeta unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down and folding them next to his shirt on the grass.

“I never saw you as a briefs boy.”

He whipped around, covering his crotch with his hands.

“I thought you weren’t going to look!” Peeta yelled out.

Katniss met his annoyance with a smirk.

“You’re not completely naked. I can still look!”

“Close your eyes then,” he huffed. “I’m taking them off.”

She obligingly covered her eyes with her hands and quickly Peeta pulled the briefs, tossing them to his clothes.

Slowly, he stepped into the water, savoring the cool water.

Wading for a bit, Peeta slowly made his way over to Katniss. “Open them.”

Lowering her hands, her grey eyes met his own. “Hello.”

His mouth rose as he roved over her pretty face. “Hi.”

Peeta’s gaze went to a singular drop of water on her cheek, following as it ran down and landed on the corner of her mouth. His own mouth parted hungrily, wanting to press his lips to that drop.

Katniss swallowed thickly. “You wanted to talk to me?”

“I just wanted to say that…I like you,” he told her quietly. “I’ve always liked you.”

She moved in a little closer, her hand reaching to brush back his hair from his forehead, dampening it in the process.

“I figured.” Their eyes met and Katniss smiled softly. “Prim was sick for a day after stuffing her face with those cupcakes. In-between the vomiting, she mentioned that you asked her about Gale and me. I could’ve told you that there was nothing between us.”

“How would I know that? He is always around you,” Peeta pointed out.

“Well, he doesn’t have the courage to ask Madge Undersee out,” she told him. “He seems to think that standing around me will make her jealous.”

He guffawed. “I could have told you that Madge spends a lot of time at the bakery complaining about Gale!”

“If only they didn’t waste so much time,” Katniss mused and look to him. “Like some people.”

Peeta snorted. “Only took me most of our adolescence.”

She pressed closer, her eyes on him. “Now what?”

Slowly, he reached, stroking his fingers along her cheek.

Katniss sucked in her breath. “Oh…” Her voice trembling at its end. “I like you.”

Peeta smiled. “Good.”

He brushed his lips along her wet ones.

Then he did it again, this time tasting her along his tongue.

“Again,” she breathed against his lips.

“Only if we can come back here tomorrow.”

Katniss grinned. “We have all summer.”

Then she pulled him back to her once more.

FIN

[qianinterprises]

Warm Mornings

Pairing | Jeno x Reader x Jaemin

Warning(s) | slightly suggestive (if you squint), polyamorous relationship

Synopsis | Just an everyday morning in the life of you, snuggled between the loves of your life.

Author’s Notes | I wrote this after reading this by @bluejaem. After getting permission (in the form of a brain dumped imagine lol), I decided to write my own little NoMin poly! I would also like to add that I started over three damn times before I was finally happy with it, but it has not been beta read so... expect grammatical errors (Im sorry!)

Work Count | 1.9K

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As morning bloomed over the city, pulling individuals out of their dreams to dawn a new day, you rolled over under the blankets, careful not to disturb the arms wrapped around your waist in your quest for comfort. As you settled on your side, facing the eastern window, your eyes cracked open, sleep already leaving you for awakeness.

Sunlight beamed into the window, casting hues of gold along the walls, creating patterns and designs of light around the room. One beam of sun in particular hit the back of the man to your left, light bouncing off his bare skin and illuminating his body in such a way he appeared to almost be glowing. Golden rays bounced off his dyed brown hair, creating such an heir of elegant innocence around him.

The bed ruffled and the body behind you wiggled until one of the arms around your waist was pulling you back against a broad chest, face nestling in your neck, blowing soft tufts of air across your sensitive skin, making you shudder.

“Good morning,” his voice was deep and raspy, husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you whispered back, quiet so as not to wake the male in front of you.

“Is he glowing?”

A smile falls across your face, eyes roving over the porcelain face of Na Jaemin, deep in the confines of sleep, eyes fluttering lightly with dreams, hair a mess atop his head.

“Like an angel,” you whispered.

The arms around your waist seemed to tighten even more as he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

“Our angel.”

You placed your hands lightly over his, stroking along his skin, tracing the bulging veins that came with being a well-built muscular man with a love for exercise.

“Are you two talking about me again?”

Jaemin’s voice brought a yelp from your throat and your body lurched backwards in shock, unfortunately sending your foot into a not so friendly place for the man behind you.

The arms released your body completely as said male let out a slow whine, hands moving down to cup himself, coaxing the organ to stop spiking with the pain your foot had left.

You rolled over, careful of your limbs this time to check that the male was alright.

Lee Jeno. A tall, lanky but muscular man that had stolen your heart the first time your eyes met. His face was contorted in pain, eyes squeezed shut to keep in the tears that surely weren’t far from falling.

“I am so sorry!” you breathed, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched at your touch.

“Give him a moment. Let him catch his bearings.”

Jaemin’s voice wasn’t half so husky now as he wound his arms around his waist and pulled you back, careful of your feet as you curled your legs again comfortably.

“That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been pretending to be asleep!” you hissed.

“Oh I wasn’t pretending. You two just aren’t as quiet as you think you are.”

You turned your head to send a glare at him when a puff of air left Jeno’s lips and his body uncurled itself. His eyes opened, glassy, and he blinked a few times to rid the tears that threatened to fall.

“Next time you jump in fear, try to make sure your not curled up first!”

Jaemin snorted and you shook your hide, sliding out of Jaemin’s arms and closer to Jeno, who engulfed you in a bear hug, pressing your face against his shoulder.

“No fair! He got cuddles already! I haven’t got my cuddles yet!” Jaemin’s voice whined behind you.

“I just got kicked in the balls! I think I deserve a few extra cuddles!” Jeno insisted.

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from Jeno slightly. He let out a small, puppy whine, hands clinging to your waist as Jaemin cackled behind you, making a grab to pull you away. He let out his own yelp when you slapped one of his hands away and instead, grabbed his arm, tugging him closer until his chest was pressed against your back.

“You can both cuddle me,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face into Jeno’s neck as Jaemin’s arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body.

Your eyes began to droop as two warm bodies help you snuggly between them, hands softly stroking your back or your arms, lulling you back into your dreams, breathing in Jeno’s scent of earthy body wash, content at the way Jaemin’s lips pressed butterfly kisses along your neck.

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When you opened your eyes for the second time, you noted the lack of arms around you and the rhythmic heartbeat against your ear.

You let out a soft yawn, shuffling closer to the chest, immediately recognizing it as Jeno’s. You wound your arms around his waist, holding onto him like an overstuffed teddy bear.

He had his phone in his hand, playing some weird alien-killing game, his other hand lazily drawing patterns beneath your shirt against your back.

“Where’s Jaemin?” you asked with a small yawn, nuzzling closer.

“In the kitchen.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he didn’t glance up from the game as another green alien blob appeared on screen.

“I’m going to go see if he needs any help.”

You moved to get up, but the hand down your shirt quickly pulled out and wound itself around your waist, preventing you from moving.

“I’m under strict orders not to let you out of this bed.”

You rolled your eyes but complied, happy to rest your head against Jeno’s bare chest, but his abs were only so interesting.

“Can you hand me my phone?”

Dating two was a lot different than dating just one. You had to make compromises and things didn’t always work out flawlessly. For example, sleeping arrangements.

After dating for a while, the three of you had decided to get an apartment together rather than living in two separate apartments (because Jeno and Jaemin already lived together). It made sense, especially with their differing jobs and never having time to go on dates as a trio. When you’d first bought the apartment, you’d taken your queen sized bed from your old one, but that quickly ended in disaster, either Jaemin or Jeno ending up on the floor in the middle of the night after being kicked out of bed from a restless sleeper.

After finding one or both men snuggled up uncomfortably on the couch because the bed just wasn’t big enough for the three of you, you’d pooled your money and bought a larger, King sized bed. However, while this kept you all in bed without bruises, it also meant you were stuck under two blankets between two boys, both of which radiated heat like a space heater.

You’d find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, their arms wrapped around you, your shirt sticking to your back in sweat, which should have been an easy enough solution, just kick the blankets off. Problem was, when you did, you either squirmed so much it woke one or both of them up, or you ended up warm and toasty between two shivering boys. That was an issue solved with a ceiling fan, though it wasn’t perfect.

The newest issue, however, was always needing assistance to reach something. Rather than sleeping on a side with a night stand, you were constantly shaking them awake to ask for a sip of water from the nightstand or crawling over one of them to use the restroom. A solution to this problem didn’t seem so simple as the others. However, despite waking them up countless times in the middle of the night, they never complained. In fact, they almost seemed happy to do it, even when Jaemin was sluggishly pulling himself out of bed at 5am for work after a rough night.

Unwinding his arm from around your waist, Jeno reached for your phone on the nightstand, unplugging it, and placing it in your hands, wrapping his arm back around your waist and going back to his game.

Pressing a kiss to his chest in thanks, you unlocked your phone, smiling at the photo of the three of you at the beach, begrudgingly taken by Donghyuck who’d gotten roped into third-wheeling when Renjun had bailed at the last minute.

You opened your Tumblr account, shifting to hide your screen from curious eyes and you pulled up your initial feed, hearting posts and reblogging memes until you came upon a fic from your favorite blog <your favorite blog> featuring South Korean heartthrob, Jung Jaehyun.

Biting down on your lower lip, you took another glance at Jeno before letting your eyes scan greedily over the words, drinking them in. It wasn’t long before you were fully absorbed in the story that you didn’t realize Jaemin was calling your name until the phone was snatched out of your hands.

“Geez! You’d think you’d gone deaf!” Jaemin exclaimed.

You felt your cheeks heat up, nose twitching in embarrassment as you carooned into Jeno’s chest.

“What in the-”

Jeno cut himself off. You glanced up at him, curious as to what had shocked him, only for your eyes to widen when you found him gaping at your screen.

“What kind of filth-!”

“It’s called smut! And it’s not for you!” you cried, reaching for the phone, only to have it raised higher, out of your reach.

You huffed.

“When did you start reading that stuff?!” Jaemin gaped.

“Probably around the same time Jeno put that virus on your laptop!”

“Hey!”

“So you’re the culprit! I had to explain to my older brother why I had a virus from an adult site I’d never watched before!” Jaemin exclaimed.

He jumped on the bed, grabbed his pillow, and hit Jeno over the head with it, hitting you at the same time.

“Ouch!” you whined. “Stop it!”

Jaemin huffed and flopped down on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jeno placed your phone back on the table and all was quiet until you turned to look at Jaemin.

“What were you calling me for anyways?”

He stared at you in confusion for a moment before perking up.

“Oh! Do you want orange juice or coffee?”

“Um… coffee duh! We started dating two years ago, right? Not yesterday?”

“I was just making sure!” he grumbled, crawling out of bed and stomping back to the kitchen.

When he was gone, Jeno leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I still want to know why you were reading filth about that idol…”

“Just forget it Jeno. You wouldn’t understand,” you groaned.

Not even a minute later, Jaemin was walking back into the room carefully balancing three trays in his arms. Jeno reached out to grab his own. Jaemin placed your tray over your lap and slid back under the blankets on your left. You sat up in bed and leaned close to press a kiss to the males cheek, only for him to turn at the last minute, capturing your lips.

He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek softly, drawing you closer as his tongue brushed over your bottom lip before pulling away, placing a lasting peck on your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You nuzzled yourself closer, careful not to disturb the tray of food on your lap.

“I love you more,” Jeno, clearly dissatisfied with his lack of attention, stated moving up behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapped one arm around Jaemin’s neck, the other around Jeno’s.

“I love you both the most.”

[harley-michaels-main]

Fondness of Fondue

Summary: Rumor has it, chocolate is the food of love.

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x Plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: Bokuto and Atsumu dumbassery, hand kisses

A/n: Ayo, this is my work for @ceo-of-daichi Curves and Kisses event! Enjoy! And congrats again Lydia on your milestone!

He first met you when he went with Atsumu to get a present for his current partner. "Why do I have to go with you?" He whined. He had just gone along so he could get a ride to practice.

"Because I need someone who knows what good chocolate is."

"And you think I know?" Kotaro questioned.

"No, Akaashi does and ya have his phone number."

"Wha-You're using me for Akaashi's phone number?!"

"Yep," Atsumu replied with a laugh. Kotaro huffed as the two of them entered the shop.

"Hi, welcome in!" As soon as his eyes locked with yours, he knew he was screwed. Your smile and rosy cheeks, the crinkles by your eyes, the way your uniform hugged your body. He was screwed.

Kotaro turned his eyes away from you as his cheeks flushed. Cute...

"Bokuto? Oi, Bokuto, ya listening to me?" Kotaro blinked when Atsumu smacked the side of his head lightly. "Jeez, yer always spacing off. Ya good?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah!" He responded quickly. Atsumu raised a brow at him but nonetheless turned his attention toward you.

"How can I help you?" You questioned, leaning on the counter. Kotaro's eyes followed your figure, his cheeks burning, even more, when he noticed you were watching him.

"Yeah, do ya have anything good for anniversaries?" Atsumu asked, smiling casually.

"Of course! Do you have any specific taste in mind?" You asked, tilting your head to the side a bit. So cute!!

Kotaro decided to draw his attention elsewhere, looking at the displays of chocolate to distract him. It was hard to focus when someone so adorable kept looking at him.

For some reason, his eyes kept going back to you. He couldn't help it. Not when you kept smiling and being so cute.

"Is your friend okay?" You asked, glancing at Kotaro. You weren't going to lie. He was attractive... Very attractive. But you didn't appreciate the stares.

"Honestly, no clue. He's a bit weird," Atsumu replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Never seen him act like that before," He stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Do you think you could ask him to stop staring at me? It's not very polite," You inquired, shuffling behind one of the display stands to try to hide.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about him," Atsumu replied before walking over to Kotaro. "Oi, stop staring. Yer freaking em out."

"I-I'm not staring!" Kotaro stuttered out, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Atsumu sighed with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just stop being weird," He stated as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What's goin' on with ya anyway? Ya like them or some- Oh shit you like- hrmf!"

"Shut up!" Kotaro cried as he slapped a hand over Atsumu's mouth. The two wrestled around, Atsumu trying to get rid of Kotaro's hand and Kotaro trying to keep him quiet.

"Please, no fighting in the store!" The pair froze as they looked at you, who was narrowing your eyes at them. They quickly stepped away from each other, both pairs of cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"Our apologies. I'm headin' out, but my friend here wants to apologize for starin'," Atsumu stated, pushing Kotaro forward before making a break to the door.

"Wha- Atsumu wait!" Kotaro turned around just as Atsumu ran outside. He sighed before turning around to face you. You raised a brow, wondering what the hell just happened.

Kotaro swallowed the lump in his throat as he stepped closer to you. "Um... I'm sorry for staring. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I... I just-"

"Just what? Thought it would be fun to stare at me?" You questioned, crossing your arms. You weren't new to people staring at you. You knew that you were a bigger person. You had your fair share of stares and comments in your life. The difference now is that you weren't going to let people get away with it anymore.

"I mean yeah- Wait no no no, that's not what I meant!" Kotaro fussed. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"I don't want to hear it anymore. Just get out of my store," You stated, pointing toward the front door.

"Wait, I'm sorry, that really isn't what I meant!" Kotaro pleaded. Why isn't anything coming out correctly?!

"Oh really? What did you mean then?" You asked sarcastically.

"I meant that you're really pretty and attractive! I'm really sorry for making you feel uncomfortable I'm just really attracted to you and didn't know if I should ask you out or not. But I totally understand if you don't want to!"

"Wait-"

"Like seriously, I totally understand. I didn't mean anything bad and I'm really sorry for coming across that way-"

"Wait a minute," You cut him off, trying to wrap your thoughts around what just happened. "You were staring because you're attracted to me?"

"Uh... yeah?" Kotaro questioned, not quite sure how to respond. You couldn't stop the smile or the laughter that erupted from your chest. Kotaro blushed again. He swore that his heart skipped a beat.

"Okay um, well thank you. I'm sorry for the way I acted."

"No, no don't apologize! I get it. It was so rude of me to stare like that, I'm really sorry," Kotaro apologized for the umpteenth time as he bowed deeply.

"It's fine. It was rude, but as long as you didn't have any ill intentions I guess I can't be mad at you."Kotaro slowly stood up straight, smiling awkwardly. "What's your name?"

"Bokuto Kotaro!" You chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Bokuto. I'm Y/n L/n," You responded, holding out your hand for him to shake. Kotaro smiled brightly as he gently took your hand.

"The pleasure's all mine." It was your turn to blush this time. "If it's alright for me to ask... Would you like to go out sometime?" Kotaro questioned. You bit your lip softly to try to contain your smile.

"I would love to. I close at 8 pm tomorrow if you would like to come back then," You suggested. Kotaro's eyes lit up.

"That sounds perfect. I'll be here at 8! I'll see you tomorrow!" He exclaimed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," You responded before you realized that you were still holding each other's hand. Kotaro seemed to notice as well, but he didn't let go.

"I'm really sorry again," He said as he pulled your hand and pressed a small kiss to the back of it. "I hope I can make it up to you tomorrow night." Your eyes widened as you froze in your place. This smooth fucker...

"Uh... Y-yeah, me too." Your voice cracked as you responded. Kotaro smiled one last time before he let go of your hand and left the shop. You stared at the back of your hand as your cheeks flushed a dark red. "Oh god, that was a fever dream..."

Kotaro got into Atsumu's car, staring forward as he tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. "So? What happened?" Atsumu asked, excitedly. Kotaro didn't respond. "Bokuto? Oi, ya good man?"

Kotaro fell forward, his head hitting the dashboard. "Bokuto?! Oi, Bokuto?! Oh shit, shit, Akaashi's gonna kill me- Oi, you good? Please be good, c'mon man."

"I have a date..."

"Eh?" Atsumu froze.

"I have a date tomorrow..."

"... Dude we leave tomorrow for an away game."

[sinslasherfics]

Slashers with a sibling!reader trying to sneak out (part 1 of 2)

fell in love dearly w this request... had fun writing it 😆 it’s a little different from my other works but i love it nonetheless! hope you all enjoy it as much i do! i’ll be doing more slashers in part 2!

requested by @marceline1212​

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MICHAEL MYERS

i have a feeling Michael would most definitely be overprotective of a younger sibling. rz mikey, at least. it could get overwhelming. which is why here you were, trying to sneak past his vigilance to meet up with a few friends. sure, you could’ve asked him, but it would have been a flat out no anyway.

maybe...wait until he’s asleep? he’s a pretty heavy sleeper... you thought to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you attempted to form a flawless plan. hope of sneaking past him as he slept was thrown out the window when you peeked your head out from your room to hear him shuffling around downstairs. you groaned, realizing you had to find some other way to get out. you had promised to meet your friends at a certain time and Michael would not be asleep by then. sighing you turned to your window.

ah ha! the window! you grinned to yourself, feeling early success run through your body. picking up a few essentials, you opened the window as quietly as you could, wincing as the cool air of the night rushed in with a quite noisy whoosh. you could only pray Michael hadn’t heard it. you threw your legs out of the window, looking down to see just how far up to were, eyes widening at just how far the ground was from your feet. “oh, whatever.” you hissed out, and pushed yourself out of the window with a grunt.

it proved to be a huge struggle, though, as you tried your hardest not to fall. you wouldn’t be too injured if you did but it would alert your older brother which was the last thing you desired. you stepped carefully, palms sweating to your disadvantage. you could have yelled in victory once you were about a foot from the ground, but settled on cheering in your mind instead. you threw yourself down with a soft thud, not loud enough for Michael to hear. or, so you thought.

for as you stood, brushing yourself off, you took a glance at the window you had landed nearby to find your brother staring at you through it, unimpressed. ‘get back inside. now.’ his eyes spoke for themselves, and with a whine, you stomped towards the front door; Michael following to open it for you.

SINCLAIR BROTHERS (VINCENT SINCLAIR, BO SINCLAIR, LESTER SINCLAIR)

sneaking out? with three way overprotective brothers constantly watching over you? near damn impossible. there was no way in hell they’d let you, but it’s worth a shot is it not? it was getting dark out, night settling over the small town of ambrose. your friends were going to hang out at a diner nearby, and you were so sure that your brothers would have approved.

unfortunately, you only got the okay from Lester. It was 2 against 1, so going by the majority, it was a no. “what, do ya think your grown? hell no.” you rolled your eyes at Bo, huffing “Yes, I do think I’m grown. I should be allowed to get of this town, Lester does it all the damn time!” Bo’s eyes narrowed at you. “Watch your tone with me.” It was evident that Bo could not and would not be swayed, so you put on your best puppy dog eyes as you turned to Vincent.

“Please, Vince! I’ll get back on time, honest. and you know I don’t go around looking for trouble, it’s just a quick little hangout!” your brother silently shook his head, much to your dismay. That was the last conversation you’d had with your brothers today before you stormed to your room, making sure to slam the door shut. now, here you were, plotting the perfect sneak out plan. you knew all of your brothers’ current whereabouts. Vincent was likely working on something per usual, Bo was probably at the shed getting stuff done, and you’d heard that Lester hit the road once more. 

you grinned to yourself, confident with your plan and sure things would run smoothly. throwing a pair of shoes on, you hastily opened up your bedroom window, jumping down to the ground as you weren’t too high up. got past vincent, now to sneak past Bo.you thought to yourself, biting on your lower lip. sure enough, he was in the shed where you’d expected him to be. from the looks of it, he was too caught up in trying to get some old thing to work. 

“fate seems to be on my side.” you hummed lowly to yourself before your eyebrows furrowed. “in fact, fate’s being a little too nice to me.” your next steps were cautious, tip toeing as if the ground beneath you would shatter if you walked too noisily. you were right, however, of fate being too nice, for as you placed your foot down it made a rather loud noise and alerted Jonesy. you silently cursed to yourself as she growled, moving towards her to shush her. “hey! Jonesy girl, it’s just me, just y/n! listen, i need ya to hush can you do that for me?” she stared at you for a second, allowing you to pet her face. that was before she let out a loud bark, alerting bo as he quickly dropped whatever he was doing to check what had disturbed the sleeping dog. you weren’t quick enough to get away, as you found yourself standing like a deer in headlights as bo shined his flashlight on you. “now what the hell are ya doin’ out here?” he was clearly pissed, his jaw clenched and his grip on the flashlight tightening. well, plan A failed. what was plan B again? ah right. book it.

you broke into a sprint, running past both jonesy and bo. Both were in hot pursuit of you, jonesy thinking it was a fun game and Bo cursing under his breath at you. so close, so close to freedom! you thought to yourself, relief flooding through you. A hand reaching out to grip the back of your shirt stopped you, and you could have sucker punched the person in the face. so close...so...close. you were sure bo was way behind you. glancing up to your captor, you met Lester’s gaze; one of his brows raised in amusement. when the hell did he get back? you didn’t focus on that too long, though, because all you were worried about right now was Bo stalking up to you menacingly, Vincent right behind him.

BILLY LOOMIS

you were kinda hoping you could sneak right past him, since he was preoccupied making plans with his girlfriend, sidney. you’d almost gotten away with it, managing to make it from your room to the front door, when Billy stepped out from his own room raising an eyebrow at you. “where are you going?” he questioned, eyes narrowing at you. “out with friends. we’re just gonna hang out at a nearby diner.” you responded, smiling nervously. “with permission from who?”

your eyes rolled at his question. “didn’t think I needed permission when you go just about anywhere at anytime without any.” he only gave you a smirk. “well, that’s because i’m way older than you.” “a year older.” you deadpanned, nonetheless walking away from the front door to plop down onto the living room couch. you watched as he walked past you, making his way to his room. “and I heard you making plans with sid. how is it fair at all that you get to go out and i don’t? it’s not even that late out.” a sigh escaped him, one heard from where you sat at.

“it’s 10 pm. and didn’t i tell you why already?” you glared in his direction. “that’s not a valid reason!” your words came out hissed, evoking a laugh from billy before you heard his bedroom door shut close. ‘fine then. i’ll just find another way out.’ and that’s how you found yourself staring out of your 2-story bedroom window, contemplating what you were about to do.

“if billy can climb in and out of windows so can i!” you encouraged yourself, stepping out of the window and onto the roof tiles, carefully moving along as to not fall. every step you took, however, was way too noisy and you were sure Billy would hear it if you kept going. With a huff, you lowered yourself as far down onto the ground as you could before letting go off the roof and landing softly on the floor. your arms shot up in victory as you stood, having a mini celebration in your yard with a grin on your face. 

the sound of the front door knob being twisted caused your heart to fall, and you barely had any time to hide before billy emerged from the house; dressed up to go to sidney’s house you assumed. his eyes widened in shock when they landed on you. “how the hell did you get out here?” his gaze went from you to the window you left open in your room. “seriously?” he laughed at the pout on your face and the obvious struggle you went through. “get back inside, y/n”

[annonymouslyblonde]

Where I Should Be

Fandom: PJO/HOO

Pairing: Percy x Annabeth

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: Set during Mark of Athena the night of the day they found Percy. What if the stable scene wasn't the first moment alone Percy and Annabeth had? While I love the stable scene, Annabeth just isn't patient enough to have waited that long to catch up with Percy. My take on an additional scene for MoA.

A/N: Everything follows canon for HOO other than the fact we don't have a consistent timeline on the amount of time Percy was missing. So bare with me. My headcannon is that for Percy, it was a few months (thanks to his Hera induced nap), but for Annabeth, he's been missing eight months now.

The slight creak of the door woke Percy. After four years of fighting monsters and Lupa's training, he had learned to sleep lightly. Before the door could close, Riptide was uncapped and at the intruder's throat.

A sharp gasp came shortly before the person hissed, "Percy, it's me!"

Annabeth. Of course, it was only Annabeth. Percy sheepishly lowered his sword. Nothing said "I've missed you the last eight months" like a sword to the throat. Then again, she had judo flipped him, hadn't she? Seemed fair enough.

"I thought you were a monster!" he whispered harshly in defense of his actions, but Annabeth leveled him with a signature glare.

"A monster quietly making it past Jason on guard and opening your bedroom door instead of exploding it?"

His cheeks flamed with embarrassment. Hearing it aloud especially from Annabeth did make it seem pretty ridiculous.

"I was half asleep, and stranger things have happened. Besides I wasn't exactly expecting anyone tonight."

Annabeth looked away from him distracted, half asleep herself. She was barefoot and clad in her favorite worn flannel pants and a camp half-blood sweatshirt of his that was definitely too big for her.

"You're right, I'm sorry," she admitted quietly. "I just- I shouldn't have come, it's stupid. Go back to bed, Percy." She started to turn for the door when he dropped his sword completely to reach for her.

"Hey, don't."

He turned her back to him. In the light of Riptide, tear tracts stood out on her cheeks, and her eyes were red, puffy, and glassy like she may cry again any second. He gently stroked her cheek.

"You've been crying," Percy noted. She wiped angrily at her eyes trying to remove the evidence.

"Nightmares again?" he asked gently. Percy was always gentle with her when nightmares plagued her. Being vulnerable didn't come easy to Annabeth, and he felt honored she would trust him enough to show her vulnerable side.

When she confirmed his suspicions with a nod, Percy collected her in his arms and felt her sigh with relief. He remembered how awful the nightmares had been before at camp and when she'd stay at the apartment, even taken a few elbows as she fought them when she fell asleep during their movie nights. And now? A shudder cut through him trying to imagine how awful they must have been when he vanished. For him, it had only been a few months, but Annabeth had been looking for him nearly a year now not knowing what she may find on the other end.

He pressed a long kiss to her hair and asked, "Which one this time?"

Percy was familiar with most of them by now. Her mother and father rejecting her, blankets turning into spiders, standing at his funeral shroud in hand with everyone telling her he was gone, him accepting the offer of immortality and leaving her alone. And now he had actually left her alone at camp for eight months. The thought made his stomach turn.

"Same one I've had the last few months," she mumbled into his chest. "Every worst-case scenario. You not remembering me, not wanting to leave Camp Jupiter. Or not finding you at Camp Jupiter at all, that you'd never been there and we were completely wrong. Or worse." He knew the "or worse". Her biggest fear used to be abandonment and rejection, but now it had become more than that. The worse was finding him already dead.

"When I woke up, I just- I didn't trust my own mind that we really had found you. That you were really here. I thought I'd finally snapped. Today was probably the best scenario I could have thought up, and you know how it is for half-bloods. Things never go right."

He tightened his hold and stroked her tangled curls, burying his face in her shoulder. "Today they did. Right enough at least. I'm here. I'm with you where I should be."

"I'm so sorry, Percy," she sobbed into his shirt. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you. I failed you epically."

"No, you didn't." He gently extracted himself taking her face in his hands and made her look at him. "That was all Hera. You did everything you could. I know you did."

"I can't help but feel like that's my fault too. After all, it is Hera," she spat the name out with a much venom as gorgon's blood. Somehow her voice could do that. One side sweet and comforting, another as deadly as poison. "She had to take you. Part of me feels like she took you to get back at me."

Percy couldn't help the chuckle. "Oh, I've done my share of angering that psycho goddess."

The pair stood for a moment in an extended silence. It wasn't enough to alleviate her guilt and he knew it. So he continued.

"It had to be me I think. Any other half-blood getting to California and through the wolf House with no memories? Even if I didn't know about it, I had Achilles' curse protecting me until I got to camp Jupiter. It saved me more than a couple of times."

"Until? You mean-" Her voice trailed off as her fingers grazed the spot at his lower back that he'd confided in her was his only weak spot. His stomach flipped at the gentle touch of her fingers in a way that had nothing to do with the weak spot he previously had.

"I had to give it up to enter Camp Jupiter," he explained. The realization donned on her.

"So when I flipped you earlier-"

"Oh yeah felt every bit of that, thanks. Probably bruised my back along with my ego," he teased. A thunk sounded as she hit her head on the door.

"I'm an idiot," she groaned. "Of course you couldn't carry a Grecian curse into a Roman camp. I'm sorry, Percy. I never meant to hurt you." Her hands skimmed his back hoping she hadn't hurt him too badly.

"I know you didn't, babe." Her heart flipped at the affectionate term. He didn't use that one often, usually when they were alone, but it did strange things to her whenever he did call her babe. It still felt surreal occasionally that they were together in that way. The days of them arguing on the way to LA didn't seem so far in the past.

"You were angry and scared and had every right to be after I disappeared like that. Besides you've done more damage in sparing practice. I'm fine."

She didn't say anything, choosing instead to wrap her arms around him again assuring herself he was really there. Soon, he felt her breathing even out against his neck, and she slumped heavily into him starting to fall asleep again. When he shuffled them towards the bed, she stirred making the task more difficult.

"Come on," he whispered into her nest of golden curls, loving the way she burrowed into his arms. "Lay down with me."

"Can't," she mumbled sleepily. "I shouldn't even be here. I need to go before we get caught."

"I think we've earned this for one night at least. It's been too long since I could hold you." His arms tightened around her, adding to his point. "I'll even set an alarm so you can sneak back before anyone is up. Better yet, where's your hat?"

"Stopped working," she spat out bitterly. "Only gift mom ever gave me, and apparently she kept the receipts. I don't wanna talk about it."

That concerned him. If Athena was taking things from Annabeth, what did that mean for the rest of them with their parents? Percy made them promise to be better with their kids, and here they were a few months later going back on their promises. Typical.

"You and your mom aren't talking again?"

"No one is talking. Olympus has gone silent except for Hera apparently." Bitterness crept back into her voice as the hurt and worry of the last several months tightened in her chest again. Before her mind could go too dark, the ship pitched suddenly sending them tumbling into his bed and Percy into a fit of laughter.

"See even the ship is telling you to stay."

She snorted and settled against him as he pulled a blanket around them. If the Fates seemed to be telling her to stay, then who was she to argue. Curled into his side, she took a deep, comforting breath of the salty air that seemed to follow him. The smell of the ocean, the smell of him, always calmed her now. Automatically, Percy ran his fingers through her hair. Well as much as he could considering it was a knotted mess.

"Speaking of moms though, your mom and Paul are doing well. They've been worried about you, but they're good."

"You went to see them?"

Distractedly, she drew Greek letters across his chest needing to keep her hands busy. Curse half-blood ADHD. It was always worse when she didn't sleep well, but Percy didn't mind. The light touch of her fingers dancing across his chest focused him. All he could think of was her. The smell of her shampoo. Her warm breath as she spoke to him. The feel of her securely wrapped in his arms. He never wanted to forget this again.

"I wanted to keep them informed and see if they heard from you," she answered having finally ordered her thoughts enough. "I've been going at least once a week when I'm at camp. Your mom's kept me sane the last eight months."

"She's pretty great like that. I tried to call her. I don't know if it helped or made things worse. I didn't really explain too well."

"It helped," she assured him with a squeeze. "She managed to forward it to me, and we must have spent an hour on the phone together listening to it. It was good just to hear your voice. And speaking of, you should call her in the morning. The camouflage on the ship will make it safe for a phone call."

"She's going to kill me when I get home," he groaned. Annabeth laughed into his chest. It was the best feeling in the world to hear that laugh again.

"Probably so, then she's going to hug you for a month straight. She wanted me to tell you she loves you and misses you. She never doubted I'd find you."

When Annabeth first came to tell Mr. and Mrs. Jackson-Blofis about Percy's disappearance, she made sure Sally knew she would do whatever it took to bring him home. The older woman merely nodded and smiled at the younger girl.

"Of course you will, dear. I have every faith in you." And she hugged her. Sally never once doubted Annabeth's ability. And later as Annabeth worried over the quest from her mom, it was Sally that held her hand reassuringly and told her everything would be alright. In the past eight months, Sally Jackson had become a rock to Annabeth, and she would never be able to thank the woman enough for that. The woman never doubted that she'd find the most important thing in both their lives.

"And she shouldn't have." Percy interrupted her thoughts, answering both her words and internal musings. "Because you are amazing."

Looking down at the girl curled against him, Percy couldn't help but finally feel at home. Emotions overwhelmed him fighting for dominance. Pride in her. Anger for being snatched away. Fear that it would happen again. Happiness to have her in his arms again. But one feeling was more powerful than the rest, and he needed to make sure she knew before anything else could happen.

"And I love you, Annabeth Chase."

She propped up on her elbows, staring at him dumbfounded. A long quiet moment passed before Percy broke the silence with a nervous laugh.

"Oh that's so sweet," he mimicked in a high voice. "But you know I'm not sure I feel that-"

She shut him up with a kiss. By now, they had kissed lots of times. There was Mt. St. Helen when she had surprised him with a kiss. Or the time they came back to camp high on the victory of defeating Kronos when they had kissed by the lake. And of course, the best underwater kiss ever which had become every underwater kiss since. But every time she kissed him, it made his stomach flip just like it was the first time all over again. When they finally parted, she leaned her forehead against his with a satisfied smirk.

"Of course I love you, seaweed brain. Think I'd have gone searching for eight months if I didn't?"

"I'd do it for you," he vowed, wrapping a ringlet around his finger. "I'd do anything for you."

"You're proving my point for me."

She smirked at him, and he took the moment to truly study her face. She was beautiful as always, but the deep, puffy rings under her eyes had definitely not been there before. Her cheekbones stood out sharper and he realized when he held her, she was thinner, gaunt even. He could feel each of her vertebrae when he ran his hand down her back. Her face was noticeably paler as well, and her hair lacked its normal shiny, glow. Overall, she pretty much looked like death warmed over. He traced the purple skin under her eyes.

"Gods, Annabeth, when's the last time you slept?"

She rolled her eyes at him. The first time he told her he loved her followed up with how tired she looked. Leave it to Percy Jackson to ruin a beautiful moment.

"Always the charmer, aren't you?"

"I mean it." The laugh in her throat died with his serious tone. Percy was seldom serious. "When's the last time you actually slept a full eight hours? And you haven't been eating well, I can tell. I know how you get when you stress."

Annabeth settled against his shoulder again, not able to bear the concern on his face. No, she hadn't taken great care of herself lately, and she didn't need Percy to remind her of that. Sally did enough of that commenting on the increasingly dark circles under her eyes, always insisting she stay for dinner, that she was getting too thin.

"I couldn't," she finally admitted in a small voice. It seemed pathetic to her now that she hadn't been able to take care of herself, but she lacked the will to without Percy. All of her focus has been on finding him.

"I had to find you. When I did sleep, I snuck into your cabin or fell asleep in your bed at the apartment." She paused waiting for his reaction. Would he be angry she snuck in there? Would he not like her sleeping in his beds while he'd been missing? But Percy just tightened his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her head. She released the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. It amazed her sometimes how Percy always seemed to know exactly what she needed.

"Being in there where it smelled like you, it was the only way I could actually get some sleep. Chiron had to know, but no one ever said anything."

Tears collected in her eyes, and she turned her face into his chest trying to stop them. Percy was the only person she ever let see her like this, weak and emotional. The only time she let herself break was in the seclusion of the Posidon cabin curled around his pillow.

"I missed you," she whispered hoarsely.

"I missed you too. The whole time, all I could think about was getting back to you. You kept me going, kept me alive."

"You mean you remembered me the whole time?" she asked incredulously. How could she have been the one thing he remembered? When Jason showed up, he hadn't remembered anything. It didn't make sense to her that Percy would remember anything, much less her.

"Yeah. Whether she meant to or not, you were the only thing Hera didn't take from me. The second I woke up, I didn't know my name, but I knew yours and knew I had to get back to you no matter what. More things came. The quests and all. That kiss under the lake. But it always came back to you. You're ingrained into who I am now, Annabeth. You were the reason I kept going because I knew I had to get back to you."

She leaned up pressing her lips to his again, tracing every inch of his face trying to memorize it. The kiss spoke everything they had struggled to say to each other. Her euphoric relief seeing him alive and well. His hope for a future with her in New Rome. The deep connection that had tied them together since they were twelve. Everything.

"I love you, Percy Jackson," she breathed against his lips, pouring every emotion she felt for him into the words. He grinned that lopsided smile she adored so much.

"I love you too, wise girl."

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stood up ~ draco malfoy;harry potter

word count: 1625

request?: no

description: after being stood up on a date, an unlikely replacement decides to join her

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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Against my better wishes, I checked the time on my watch again. I had been waiting at The Three Broomsticks for nearly an hour on the arrival of my date, and so far there was nothing.

I watched my fellow Hogwarts students laughing and having a good time together. I searched through the crowds of people to see if I could see his face, but he wasn’t even there with any of his friends. I sighed heavily and chugged down the rest of my Butterbeer. I began to collect my things when the door to the Three Brooksticks opened and in walked a familiar head of bright blonde hair.

Draco showed up alone, very unusual for him. I was used to seeing him being tailed by his little entourage and his obsessed non-girlfriend. Not that he seemed to mind being alone, in fact he seemed much happier with his goon squad behind him.

His eyes searched the room, presumably for an empty table, before landing on me. I awkwardly shuffled and quickly looked away. I didn’t have any ill will towards Draco, we never really spoke. But I knew of his reputation. Who didn’t? The last thing I wanted was for my first introduction with him to be after being stood up. I knew he’d have a field day with that.

Just my luck, he began to move towards me. I was too awkward to even think to move. I just looked away from him, trying to stay focused on my empty mug.

“Is this seat taken?”

His voice made my heart leap into my chest. I looked up at him and saw his piercing blue eyes looking back down into mine, almost looking right through me.

I couldn’t form a proper sentence, so I just nodded. Draco smiled and nodded towards my mug. “Want another one?”

“You don’t have to,” I started, but before I could say anything else Draco was taking my mug and making his way to the bar. When he returned, I smiled sheepishly at him. “Thanks.”

“Least I could do,” he said as he sat down. “You seemed a little down when I walked in.”

“I’m surprised you cared,” I blurted before I could stop myself. I felt my face burning with embarrassment as Draco raised an eyebrow at me. “Wh-What I mean is-is we’re not exactly...acquaintances or anything. I didn’t even know you knew I existed.”

“I guess you have a point,” Draco said, taking a sip of his Butterbeer. “I figured you were alone and said, I was alone, maybe I’d try to talk to you.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Very unusual for a Slytherin to want to talk to a Hufflepuff, but I suppose I’ll take it. Better than sitting here waiting for a date who isn’t going to arrive.”

I looked down at my Butterbeer before taking a mouthful of it. The look on Draco’s face turned to one of concern as I spoke. “A date that won’t arrive? What nutter would stand you up?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “You are giving me far more credit than I deserve. But, if you must know, it was Seamus Finnigan.”

A laugh slipped from Draco’s lips before he could stop himself. I glared at him and started collecting my things again. Quickly, he took hold of my arm to get me to sit down again. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just laughing that you’d even say yes to a oafish git like him.”

I shrugged, although I knew he was right. Seamus wasn’t exactly the most popular kid, and dating him would be a constant threat of being blown up. But he seemed so sweet, I just couldn’t turn him down. I figured he would make for at least a memorable first date, if nothing else.

I didn’t peg Seamus for the type to stand someone up. I figured he would’ve warned me before he cancelled the date. It’s not like he didn’t have ample opportunity, he had even told me the day before he’d meet me at the Three Broomsticks.

“He seemed nice,” I admitted. “And no one exactly shows interest in me, so I thought...why not? Bad decision on my part now, obviously.”

“More like bad decision on his part. Anyone who would stand you up is a nutter.”

I was shocked at Draco’s kind words. For all I had known, today was the first day he knew I even existed. I was shocked he felt so comfortable saying these things to me, although after being stood up, I was also sure he was just playing a prank on me.

“You don’t even know me,” I mumbled. “How can you confidently make those remarks?”

“Because, even if I don’t know you, I know I have eyes.”

I didn’t know how to respond to this. I had never met someone so brave to say these things to anyone, let alone to say them to me. My whole life, I had just been very...plain looking. I was told that I had hit a “good puberty” during the summer between my fifth and sixth year, but even then I hadn’t attracted too much attention.

Not to mention that Draco’s little non-girlfriend and her group of friends loved to make fun of most of the girls that weren’t a part of their circle, even other Slytherin girls. Because I was also pretty smart academically, I found myself the target of their bullying often. It was hard to think of yourself otherwise when a group of girls are constantly mocking you for everything.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” Draco said with a smile. He took another mouthful of his Butterbeer, leaving a foam moustache against his upper lip.

I giggled. “You’re cute with a foam moustache.”

He laughed at this as well and wiped the moustache off with the back of his sleep.

“So, you sure Pansy and her girls didn’t put you up to this?” I asked, my eyes darting around the room to see if Pansy was hidden somewhere among the crowd of students.

“Pansy is back at the castle sulking because I turned her down after she asked me out,” Draco responded. “And her friends don’t actually like her, they just hang out with her for the status.”

That feeling of worry slowly came off my shoulders. His answer seemed genuine, which meant that he wasn’t doing this on a dare.

We continued to talk for a few hours. I got our next round of Butterbeers, and Draco got the next found after that. The students were slowly starting to file out of the Three Broomsticks as the skies began to grow dark, and it wasn’t until the owner told us we should be heading back to the castle.

On the way back, Draco walked so close to me that our hands kept brushing against one another. At first, I pulled away thinking I had just bumped him, but when it kept happening I realized it was because he wanted it to happen. Every time our hands touched, I felt a light spark of electricity go through me. I wanted nothing more than to take Draco’s hand in mine, but I figured I should let him make the first move.

When we finally arrived at the castle, Draco stopped outside. I turned to face him, confused by his sudden stop.

“I feel like I should tell you something before we go our separate ways tonight,” he admitted. I felt my heart race, afraid of what he was about to say next. “I...I actually came looking for you today. I wasn’t planning on going to Hogsmeade but...I heard Finnigan talking about how he wanted to cancel your date but didn’t have the guts to. I knew you were going to be waiting at the Three Broomsticks alone today, and that you were going to wind up disappointed with the outcome.”

It was a slight pain in my heart to know that Seamus was aware he was standing me up, but I was able to push that aside with the warm feeling of knowing that Draco had specifically come looking for me because he knew I was being stood up. “And that made you want to come find me?”

“It did. I didn’t think it was fair what he was doing to you, you don’t deserve that.”

I put my hands in my pockets, now cold from the chilly air. “Okay, that brings me to my neck question...why do you care so much?”

Draco ran a hand through his nearly white hair. “I...I think you’re really pretty, and really nice. I never thought you’d ever like me since...well, I know I’m not the nicest person in Hogwarts. But I decided to try tonight, it was killing me not to know what your reaction would be.” He shrugged as he put his hands in his pockets, mirroring my image. “So...now it’s out there. It’s up to you what you’d like to do.”

I couldn’t help but smile at Draco before looking down at the ground in front of me. I pushed around a stray pebble with the toe of my boot as I said, “If you promise not to stand me up, I’d like to go out on another date sometime.”

I could hear the smile in his voice as he responded, “Another date?”

“Well, yeah. First dates are way too awkward, we should just could today as ours and see where things go from there.”

“Okay, I’d like that a lot. I’ll send you the details of our next date when I come up with them.”

I giggled as I responded, “I’ll be waiting.”

I’ll be real, I was high while writing half of this so I’m sorry if it’s so bad.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Mind the Gap: Two

Shang- Chi woke up alone in your narrow bed and lay there for a long moment looking at the ceiling. There are plastic stars and dozens upon dozens painstakingly handwritten lines of poetry and little quotes. He wondered how you’d gotten them up there. And he wondered if you kept them because they comforted you. Or inspired you.

It was… weird seeing the parts of yourself you’d tried to hide for so long. The instruments, the books, the crystals. The way the room was flooded with colored light as the sun hit the stained glass. He thoughts of your drab little apartment. The orderliness of it. How minimalist it was. This felt better. Somehow all the missing pieces that gave him any doubts at all made more sense.

He looked at the photos. Little, frozen, out of context moments. People he didn’t recognize. Until he got to the end. Kai in Uniform and holding you, smiling while your chubby dimpled hands cover your mouth. You couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6. All puppy fat and big smiles. That made him feel warm. It was nice knowing that you hadn’t just sprung up somewhere fully formed. And that Kai, for all his unbothered attitude really did love you.

Behind him, he heard footsteps and whirled around to face the door. He wasn’t sure if it was you or not. But. He didn’t want to be caught snooping. So when Katy stuck her head around the door, he exhaled slowly. “There’s breakfast downstairs,” she said quietly, “You okay?”

“Better,” he said after a long second. “I just-”

“I know,” she said. “Her Godmother said she almost died and then-”

“And then she woke up,” he finished.

“And heard someone talking in her head, which- what?”

Shang-Chi made a soft noise that even he didn’t know the meaning of. Last night, he still hadn’t pressed on you for answers. You’d been so disoriented and tired that it didn’t seem quite fair to probe something that obviously caused that much pain. Even as he held you, you’d cried in your sleep, your hands fisted around handfuls of his shirt. And now he didn’t wonder why he frequently found you either awake and working or asleep somewhere else. You talked. Alternating between defiance and begging. It hurt. It tore at him like sharp pointed teeth. It still hurt even in the bright light of day. And he wondered if you couldn’t remember or if- if the Archive wouldn’t let you remember.

“Let’s go eat,” Katy prompted, linking her arm through his. “Lea said Y/N may not be back for hours… Something about everything being a little “off” after she loses a day or two of time.”

He nodded and reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged away from the pictures. His stomach making most of the decision for him. He wasn’t sure what food was down there but it smelled amazing. And he realized that he’d not eaten anything since breakfast the previous day.

In the kitchen, he pauses for a second to take in all the details he hadn’t noticed before. Too worried about you being alone in the bedroom in the attic. Bundles of herbs are hanging to dry. Everything is copper and scrubbed oak work surfaces. The windows are open and the smells from the garden and wet earth from the rain the day before mingle pleasantly with all the pastry smells and warm coffee. It’s comfortable in a way that isn’t manufactured for the house guests. It’s a working room. One that operates the same way year round. And Shang-Chi wondered what happened to keep you away.

Even as your Godmother, Grandmother and assorted cousins quickly ply them all with breakfast and hospitality, he can’t help but feel a little… Overwhelmed. Everyone is just so friendly and warm. No one questions them. No one is apprehensive. And as the talk flies around the table, it’s quickly apparent that you come by your humor and broody tendencies honestly. Your grandmother likes to fuss and she likes guests. She especially likes having ALL of her grandkids at home which he’s given to understand is rare.

Outside there’s the sound of horses and incoherent masculine whooping sounds after a while and She smiles, “I wondered if they’d be back before lunch.”

Shang-Chi watched out the window over her shoulder and she chuckled, “I don’t know how neither of them has never broken their necks jumping that back fence… It used to take years off my life watching them do it when they were small.”

“Daredevils, huh?”

She half shrugged, “It was almost impossible to keep either of them in the house… Wild things.” But there was more fondness than heat in her voice even as she shook her head. “Though their father being what he is, it’s no small wonder.”

He’s only half listening now as he watched you dismount from the horse you’d been riding. Your hair is messy and windblown and there’s color in your face and the careless half smile. There’s a warmth that spreads through his chest, even as his heart skips a beat.

You pause in the kitchen, looking surprised to find people there and glance at the clock frowning before checking your watch. Almost like you aren’t sure which one to believe. “Sit, Eat,” Lea scolds, pressing a mug into your hands and gesturing at an empty chair.

“I don’t think I can,” you say hesitantly.

The taller woman cradles your face in her hands for a second and turns your head to the side to inspect the still fading bruises, “Is it better or worse than it was?”

“It depends on how long I’m out for,” you say after a moment. “It still takes at least a day. But sometimes a week or more.”

“And everything else?”

“The only thing that feels right is being outside.”

Shang-Chi watches Lea and Kai trade worried looks while you studiously look at the mug in your hands after Lea lets you go and deposits you in a chair. “Try any way,” she said softly, setting a plate down in front of you gently. There’s not much on it. A little fruit, some fresh bread and some ham. But even from where he’s standing Shang-Chi can see some of the color leave your face.

“I should call the Aunts and tell them we’re going to cancel the party…” your grandmother said after watching you try to pick at the fruit before giving up and trying a bit of bread.

“I’ll be fine,” you sigh, “It’s just some nausea from getting smacked in the head hell knows how many times and the usual disorientation from not being in the same timezone as everyone else.”

“Smacked in the head?” Katy asked over her mug.

“I made my phone call. The last thing I remember is getting pistol whipped before I was yanked out of the driver’s seat… You would think, given that the Archive lives in my head it would do more to prevent head trauma but… Nah. Who needs grey matter?”

“Driver’s seat?” she asked, wincing.

“It the easiest way I’ve ever found to explain it. This is a meat mech and I don’t always get to drive… The Archive has two main objectives. Protecting the vessel that houses it AND protecting the balance of the universe by preserving knowledge… Anything that interferes with those goals is typically dealt with with extreme prejudice.”

“Typically?” This time it was Wenwu who asked and you half turn that direction and shrug, honestly grateful to not have to pretend to eat.

“Archives have never had their own physical body. By their own account and every corroborating account I’ve ever found they’re… spirits for lack of a better word. A manifestation of desperation. Probably resulting from things like the destruction of the Library of Alexandria and so forth… So they don’t really have any moral quandaries. Not the way a physical entity might.” You sigh and tilt your head, popping your neck to try and relieve some of the discomfort.

“So how-”

“I was the most powerful person in the room when a previous vessel died,” you say exhaling slowly.

“You were a kid,” Shang-Chi said taking the vacant seat on your right.

“It’s- Atypical- according to the Archive for them to inhabit children… Their ability to complete their task can be hindered somewhat by the physical ability of a vessel. But. I had the potential, I guess. So here we are.”

“That was a very coherent explanation,” Kai said mildly.

“Getting out for a while helped make some space to think,” you say shrugging again, “And i did promise an explanation.”

“Space?” Katy asked, frowning.

“Imagine putting all my books into Shang-Chi’s apartment then trying to find something,” you snort. “It takes effort. And a little time. And some shuffling around.”

“Hey!” he protested, throwing one arm over the back of your chair to tug you closer.

“It’s not my fault you live in a literal shoebox.”

“It’s not my fault you’re a nerd,” he chuckles, kissing the side of your head gently.

_________________

You stand on the dock watching the sunlight on the water and sink gratefully onto the warm wood. For a person as introverted as you are, being bombarded on all sides all the time is… Overwhelming. You can hear the people in the distance. The talking and laughing and general ruckus. It’s familiar. But right now you’d kill for silence.

And you aren’t sure but, you think that the Archive might have similar feelings. That in itself is a blessing. You’re tired. Your body is sore. And all you want is to crawl back into your bed.

“You okay?”

You half turn to look up at Shang- Chi and smile a little. “Just tired,” you assure him.

“Are you always… this way?” He doesn’t really know how to put it. Or if you really want company. But, he settles behind you and pulls you against his chest.

“Tired? Yeah. The Archive doesn’t sleep. It interferes with the mission. Which means I’m more often than not awake the entire time… Unless it affects the performance of the vessel. Then I can sleep.”

He doesn’t really know what to say to that. So he doesn’t say anything. Gratified when you don’t pull away he pulls you a little closer and kisses the side of your head.

And not for the first time, you thank whatever gods might be listening for people who understand silence.

Shang-chi isn’t sure when you fall asleep. But when he hears the quiet little snores from your head being in a slightly weird angle, he smiles a little and adjusts you carefully to be laying more securely against his chest. It gives him some time to think.

For the years that he spent dancing around you as you started as a friend of Katy’s, he’d felt a pain. A sense that something was too raw to touch. It had made you feel familiar. It made you feel like a kindred spirit. A twin flame. Even as you both tried to hold back, to love people without letting them see the ugly things you kept hidden. Even as you’d tried to build a relationship on secrets. But now? This moment sitting in the sunshine on the dock with you snoring on his shoulder, it feels more intimate than any time he’d ever managed to get you naked. For you to be this comfortable with him… Not to belittle the sanctity of a drunk make out after a duet at karaoke but… It felt like progress. Real progress. He could see the person you were under all the secrets and little white lies. And somehow, it wasn’t very far from what he already knew.

Footsteps on the dock behind him make him half turn, careful not to jostle you awake. He’s not surprised to see Kai standing there. “Is she asleep?”

He nodded, reluctant to talk in case you weren’t as deeply asleep as you seemed.

“Good,” Kai said relaxing a little. “Listen, Grandma is going to turn this into a party… It’s Charity season and Y/N hasn’t been home for anything in… a while. So the aunts and subsequently all the kids are on their way. If you can I’d carry her into the house and put her back to bed. Once the kids learn she’s here there’s not going to be any more sleeping.”

When Kai noticed him frowning the other man smiled a little. “She means well. After… Everything happened Grandma just didn’t want her to be treated like a leper.” You stir sleepily and both men wince reflexively, “Can you-”

“I got her,” Shang-Chi answered, reluctant to let you go. Not even to Kai.

And to his credit, Shang-Chi thought, Kai let him go past without much more than a nod.