#i know it has only been one prompt since they properly met but fuck the rules

[sasukimimochi]

🌨️⭐️🪸 - @boredtxdeath (snow, star, coral)

Whew this one was a toughie. Ended up being long because i couldn't figure out an easy way to tie these together. super long for a prompt XD but i like how it ended up. gonna put a read more on this to prevent it from clogging up the dash too much.

Travelerji/Merxian AU (The Night We Met) - See the first six prompts here.

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The Night We Met - Part Of Your World

Wei Wuxian smiled silently at his companion, unable to help himself now that he got to see the traveler so close. He hadn’t considered how unsettling this may be though.

“…Is…there something on my face?”

Wei Wuxian was startled and laughed, “Aiyah, no- I’ve just never been this close to a human while not fearing for my life.” Close to you.

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow slightly. “Did something…happen with humans?” He gestures to the scar on the other’s wrist.

“Ahh…well…pirates.” Wei Wuxian smiled, “I got away as soon as they looked the other way. They stole my bands and a good majority of my pearls, though. The bastards.”

Lan Wangji frowned, reaching out to hold their wrist carefully. “How did they even manage to catch you?” He turned the other’s wrist and ran a thumb across the scuff that must have been from chains. “Or even…how did you get away?”

Wei Wuxian’s hand turned blue and slipped out of the other’s grip, solidifying once more once he pulled his hand up to wiggle his fingers at the other as if saying hello. He chuckled, “I’m not a human, so of course I'm not a one-trick pony.” He smiled at the traveler's amazement, letting him take his hand again and turn it over in his hands.

“How did you do that?”

“Magic. It is a bit complicated.” Wei Wuxian smiled and took the other’s hand. “You’ve got scars too, right?” He brushes the calluses and tilts his head.

“Oh…no, those are calluses. It’s from all the sailing I do.” Lan Wangji spread out his hand, allowing the other to rub the hardened skin and nicks in the skin. “You don’t get them because you’re underwater, probably…” He considers with a hum. The other’s skin was so soft and smooth…

Wei Wuxian nodded, placing their hands palm against palm. “We’re probably not that much older than each other…but look how different our hands are.”

Lan Wangji felt his stomach flutter from the gesture, swallowing softly. “They are quite…different. Our worlds must be pretty different as well…” He wonders if it’s dark and cold, as unforgiving as it was during the storms where he’d nearly drowned twice now.

“We live in the same world. Just different parts of it.” Wei Wuxian’s words made the traveler freeze for a moment. Well, he wasn’t wrong. But it felt very different. “At least, it feels like I’m part of your world.” He smiles.

Lan Wangji nodded subtly, “...Y….you are part of my world.” Saying it aloud made his ears combust with heat, turning his head away while his companion burst into laughter.

“You’re so much more shy than I thought you’d turn out to be! You haven’t even asked my name yet.” Wei Wuxian leaned over and smiled. “What can I call you, traveler?”

Lan Wangji kept his eyes trained elsewhere, still too flustered to meet the other’s eyes. “Lan Zhan…”

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian giggled quietly, crawling over to try to see his face even though the other kept turning it away. “Call me Wei Ying.”

Lan Wangji nervously peeked over at the other and felt his face instantly warm again. “Wei Ying…” He cleared his throat. “We should get you some clothes.”

Wei Wuxian turned his hips, trying to get a good look at the outfit his companion had put him in. “So much fabric. At least the shirt is breathable.” He waved his arms, smiling at the airflow against his arms.

Lan Wangji was smitten, thankful his clothes managed to fit the other with very little difference. Plus…now he didn’t feel so embarrassed looking at the handsome curves of the other’s body, and the shirt was just transparent enough that he could tell where his skin ended and the clothes began. “It looks good on you…”

Wei Wuxian beamed and grabbed the other’s hand, running out of the sea cave with the other. “It stopped raining! Come on, let’s go look at the stars!”

Lan Wangji stumbled as he was pulled along, quickly catching himself and running at the other’s side once he got his balance back. He smiled slightly, a helpless warmth spreading through his chest.

“What’s the ocean like? You know…further down.” Lan Wangji had his arms resting over his stomach, staring up at the now cloudless sky. The stars were breathtaking out here on an island in the middle of the ocean. The stars back home were nice, but nothing compared to stars out in the middle of nowhere.

Wei Wuxian turned his head to the other and hummed in thought, “The ocean is all sorts of things. It depends on where you go, really.” He smiled and rolled over to support himself on his elbows. “Coral reefs are beautiful. Full of dangers like any part of the ocean, but so beautiful. There’s so many colors and fish and at night- at night!! You get to see the bioluminescence and it's really something else. I know I’m a bit bioluminescent myself, but it's different seeing it.”

Lan Wangji turns his head too now, a thoughtful look on his face. “Bioluminescence?”

“It’s like…well, light. not a ton of it, but it's not like the sun.” Wei Wuxian rests his head on the other’s chest and smiles, “It can be a bit scary, but I can show you.”

“No thank you.”

“That was too quick!” Wei Wuxian whined, rubbing his face on their chest now. “I’ll be with you the entire time and we don’t have to go too deep for that. I can show you the whales- or dolphins! Oh, there’s so much you can see that you can’t see from the surface.”

Lan Wangji furrows his brow, “Mmmn…I will think about it.”

“Okay then, what about you?”

“Huh?”

“What’s land like? Not like this island, but…Where all the humans live.”

Lan Wangji turned his head so he could see the other a bit better. “...There’s not a lot to say, really. It's pretty boring.”

“Nothing at all?”

The subtle disappointment on the other's face had Lan Wangji backpedaling.

“Well…have you ever gone far enough to see snow?”

Wei Wuxian shook his head and perked up a bit. “What’s snow?”

“It’s this powdery ice that falls from the sky instead of rain. It's cold, but it's very soft and falls slower than rain.”

Wei Wuxian smiled, “Is it colder than the ocean?”

“Maybe a little bit.” Lan Wangji smiled subtly in return but stopped when he saw the amazement come over his companion’s face.

“You smiled…!” Wei Wuxian reached out to hold his face, eyes twinkling with wonder. For some reason, he had a feeling like Lan Wangji’s smile could be compared to something like the sun reflecting snow. No…maybe the moon? He’d be thinking of ways he could compare that smile for hours.

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I created these two mermay au's for mermay prompts i'm writing. (check back to the prompt list for updates)

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

heyy, can i request one when the reader met gavi's family for the first time and they were a little rude/suspicious about her, because they know that there are girls who just want gavi's money and fame. but then, they meet a second time and they're really nice and just fluff?

It's been a little while since I wrote for my babyboy, Pablito🥹 so here's a little something. Sorry for the delay, anon! Life's been busy these past days

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, I'm not doing a reference to Pablo's knee injury because it's not a cute little prompt😭 Páez Gavira family being overprotective of their small baby🥹 Gavi overprotecting reader, angsty at some point but other than that, it's fluff

Book Covers -P.G6

Summary: First meetings aren't always the best ones

As soon as the door closed you let yourself fall to the floor

"They don't like me" You said hiding your face into your hands

"What? ¿Qué estás diciendo?" (What are you talking about?) Your boyfriend of five months, Pablo shook his head "They like you"

"They don't!" You cried softly "Your mom was looking like she was ready for me to have a mistake so she can call me out for it, Aurora was rude most of the times, it was your dad the one who was lightly accepting of me" You exclaimed looking up at him with teary eyes "I really wanted for them to like me" You whisper softly

"Amor, they like you. Créeme" (Trust me) Pablo fell on the floor with you and pulled you into him. "They always are a bit insecure about who I let into my life but once they see how good you are with, to and for me they'll get around" Pablo kissed your forehead brushing your hair away from your face

"What if they don't?" You whisper "I really wanted to like your family since mine loves you more than they love me"

"They will" Pablo said with confidence "I know it, like I said they just need time, preciosa" He kissed your cheek several times making you smile softly "That's the smile I love so much" You smiled looking into his brown warm eyes "And even if they don't like you, I do. You're my girlfriend and I love you"

"You're not helping me, amor" You laugh softly

"I'm just saying, nothing and no one will stop me from being with you. I love you, you're my girlfriend and that's all that matters for me"

You looked at him for a few minutes before kissing him softly "I love you" You say making him smile, you kiss him once again "I'm gonna take a shower"

"Funny thing... so was I"

"Yes, Pablo. You can shower with me" You say and he yelped in happiness running to meet up with you to the stairs

"El último en llegar hace la cena" (The one who comes last will do dinner) He said running past you but not before giving your bum a slap

"¡Pablo Martín!" You squealed before running behind him to return the slap, both of you laughing

*** One Month Later ***

"Fuck!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. The one match you miss going to, it's the match where your boyfriend was injured.

You had just gotten out of a final exam, when you decided to see the match statistics, only to see the words "Gavi comes out of the pitch injured, Fermín is subbed in"

It was minute 68, so you decided to go to Montjuic and see him. You picked your car up and drove to the stadium.

Guards already knew who you were so they let you in, you tried your best to not run towards the dressing rooms but it was impossible. You knocked on the door and heard a groan before a small "come in" came through

"Cariño" You almost cried watching your boyfriend laid on a bed as medics worked in his ankle

"Hola mi amor" He smiled softly as you walked to be next to him and hugged him softly, his hands around your waist, yours around his shoulders, his head buried in between your breasts and your lips on top of his brown sweaty hair.

His hold on you tightened when the doctors applied pression on it as they put a bandage on him

"How is it?" You ask after a few minutes

"He has a sprain, it's not severe but it does need a time off to heal properly"

"How much?" Gavi asked

"About three to four weeks" The doctors said "Do your best to just rest, avoid activities that can cause pain, swelling or discomfort. Use an Ice pack for about 15 to 20 minutes and repeat every two to three hours while you're awake, it helps a lot and also compress the ankle with a bandage, tightly but not enough to hinder circulation" They smile lightly "If the pain's too much you can also take some ibuprofen or acetaminophen"

"Thank you so much" you said as he smiles softly at you

"Let me get you some crutches, you'll have to walk with those for a while and then you're able to go" He said leaving you and Gavi alone

"You didn't have to come all this way, amor"

"Stop talking nonsense" You shook your head "Of course I have to" You said grabbing his hand "My boyfriend's injured how could I not come to see him?" he smiled softly "You heard the doctor" You said for you two, he nods “I... Do you need help at home once you get out of here?” You wonder “I could help you? Or, maybe you can.. I don’t know-”  

"That would be lovely" You smile softly as he accepts he needs help. You brush the hair that's stick to his forehead thanks to his sweat "But I don't want to be a bother"

"If it was me the one injured, would you think I'm a bother?" He quickly shook his head

"I wouldn't"

"Well, I don't think that either" You kissed his dirty cheek "It's time for you to rest, amor"

"What did I do to deserve you?" You blush smiling, he mirrors your smile, his hand going to the side of your face and pulling you into him for a kiss.

"Come on, guapo. It's time to go home and rest"

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"My family is coming to see me" You stopped in your tracks and looked at Pablo

"That's nice to hear, amor"

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable" He said before taking a spoonfull of soup

"I can't do anything if they don't like me, sadly" You sighed "But I'm here for you, because I care about you and I love you" You said "and unless you don't want me here, I won't leave you" You looked at him only to see him smiling down at you "What?" You ask laughing

He shakes his head "I'm just way to lucky to have you"

His parents and sister may not like you but for you it only matters that he did. And he does like you a lot.

You blushed at his comment "Come on, soup's getting cold"

"Won't you eat with me?"

"I have to clean this up first"

"Leave it and come eat with me, please" He pouted ever so lightly but you fell for it

Without saying anything, you grabbed a bowl and served yourself some soup and as you were about to sit the bell ringed

"Where you waiting for someone?" you ask Pablo while he shakes his head. You open the door to reveal the Páez Gavira family "Hi!"

"Hello" Pablo's dad said with a small smile "Is Gavi here?" You nod opening the door to let them inside

"¿Qué tal están ustedes?" (How are you?) You ask

"We're good, thanks" Aurora says with a small smile "Where's my brother?"

"How's he?" Belén asks

"He's doing good, he's eating right now" You didn't even got to finish the sentence when they were already on their way leaving you with Pablo.

"How are you, dear?" He asks and you nod softly

"I'm doing well, sir. Thank you" He nods smiling "Do you want me to help with the luggage?"

"I have it handled, hija. Thank you tho" You nod watching the man walk to the stairs

"¿Por qué esto está tan sucio?" (why is this so dirty?) You cursed lightly and walked to the kitchen watching how Belén judged the counter

"I just finished making lunch, I was about to clean it up"

"And why didn't you?"

"Because I was going to eat first?" She made a sound before leaving the kitchen, Aurora behind her. You sighed softly, grabbing your bowl of soup and throwing it away

"Amor"

"I'm not hungry" You said before starting to clean up

"Pablo, hijo. You better not be sleeping in the second floor!"

"I'm not, mamá. We are sleeping in this guest room"

"That's great! I'll be sleeping with you today to check if you need anything"

"But Y/N's-" Gavi went to speak but you cut him off

"It's okay" You say "I can sleep in the guest room that's upstairs"

"I already settled Aurora's thing there" Pablo said as you nod

"I'll sleep on the couch then, it's fine" You laughed softly

It wasn't fine. You slept only with a small blanket covering your cold body. You had no pillow since most of them were taken by Gavi to elevate his foot, Belén refused to take one away from him and you nodded agreeing with her.

But your back and your neck weren't pleased.

"How are you, mi vida?" You nod at Gavi's question with a small smile

"How about you?"

"I'm asking for you, Y/N"

"I'm fine, amor" You kiss his lips softly trying to forget about the pain on your back, you undo the bandage before pressing the ice pack to him "20 minutes" You started the chronometer "I'll do breakfast, call me if anything, okay?" You say as he nods

You started making some tortillas and coffee, when Belén came into the kitchen

"Buenos dias" She said with a smile

"Buen dia" You replied to her softly "Coffee's done, I'm doing some tortillas, Pablito is in the couch with the ice pack"

"Yes, I just saw that" She replied "He told me you were here" You nod not knowing what to say "We're sorry" She said as you stop what you were doing

"Pardon?"

"We weren't treating you in the best way and we're sorry about that" She said and you look at her

"It's okay, miss"

"No, it isn't" She cut you off "We're just so worried about who comes into his life, he seems like a though guy but he's so shy and sentimental. We don't want anyone, mostly girls, coming up to him, only to use him for fame and money and then leaving him alone and suffering. We're always nervous and suspicious about who he hangs out with. But you're not like that and I'm sorry if we made you have a tough time. We judged you before we even got to know you completely"

You nod smiling "I understand, miss. But I love Pablo for who he is, not for what he has. He's it for me, at his highest and at his lowest, I'll always be here for him"

"And he for you, I'm sure of that" She smiles "I'm sorry" you shake your head

"No worries, miss"

"It's Belén, miss makes me feel old" You laugh softly "Can I hug you?" You nod and she embraces you in a tight hug "Do you need some help?" You shake your head

"I often make Gavi wash the dishes but I'll do that after this is done"

"Nonsense. I'm helping you with it right now!"

"I'm happy to see my two girls getting along" Pablo said

"Stick your mind in that ice pack, Gavira and stop being nosey!" You reply

"¡Te quiero!" You smile looking over at him

"What do you want?"

"Can you please put some ketchup on mine?"

"Where's the please?" Belén asked

"Please?" you laugh softly

"Only because you're guapo and injured"

"If I get baby treatment from you while being injured, then I'll need to be injured all the time"

"Can you stop speaking nonsense?" Belén asked "I'm sure Y/N babies you all the time"

"Yes, she does but I want more! Can you blame me? I love her!"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[marvelousbuckley]

Love letters anyone?

It's been a while since I've written pretty much anything and I'm so sorry about it. I've had some great times (like the paralympics, a new cat, great restaurants with my friends, starting work again) as well as not so many great times (tiredness, RSD, the cats fighting, dysphoria, bipolar disorder making me depressive lmao)

But! Today on the bus I wrote a new letter! There is still prompts I need to write about but this one was on my mind. The game is simple, you can send me a word and I'll use it as an inspiration for a love letter from Tommy to Buck!

You can find the new letter on AO3 or after this ❤️

Disclaimer, Tommy is horny lmao

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My sexy as hell boyfriend,

The sounds you made last night still resonate on my mind. They are haunting me, not leaving a single space for any other thought. I am literally incapable to concentrate on anything but the memory of your moans on the silence of your loft. It makes me stupid really.

We waited and I am happy that we did. But I can be honest with you now: sleeping next to you, seeing your beautiful body, being able to touch and kiss it, all of that while restraining myself to fuck you properly has been hell. You have been my personal little hell since we met. Do you know how hot you are? Making me burn with each word, each smile, each whisper. Flames destroying not only my mind and my heart, but my guts too.

Of course you know, the size of your jeans are really telling, Evan. I ask myself sometimes if you do it to make me weak, to make my mind shut down.

Do you want me to die of lust?

Do you have any idea what effect you have on me?

Do you find it funny to make me horny in public space?

Today I asked to stay on the ground. I cannot imagine being up there, not when I already touched the clouds with you. I always loved flying you know. And as much as I also loved sex, the sky has always been my favorite place on earth.

But now I'm here, thinking about you. About being in your arms, both naked, on a bed. No matter which bed, which home, which lifetime. As long as I'm with you.

This shift might be the hardest of my life sweetheart. Because you are everywhere I look, and nowhere I can touch. And only remains the absence of your warmth around my cock and the want. This voracious want.

I'm on my bunk bed, writing on my phone while all the others are sleeping. I'm pretty sure I'm blushing in the dark, nervous they would wake up and find me in a compromising state. I feel so dumb you know, like some horny teenager. It's the first time I actually write the word cock on a letter. Because yes, I will rewrite all of this on paper when I'll get the chance to. But I couldn't wait, couldn't risk losing this thing you make me feel.

I couldn't risk not to remember everything I'm thinking right now. Because you need to know, Evan, how you make me alive again.

Thinking about my mouth on your mouth,

Tommy

Tagging the friends ❤️

@searching-for-the-moon @herrmannhalsteadproduction @johanna-swann @captainwitharedstar

@goldenhxurs @girlwonder-writes @desert--moonchild @kinardsevan

@kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @bangpop91 @v88sy @theotherbuckley

@rdng1230 @thatmexisaurusrex @judymarch15 @leandra-winchester

[sxcret-garden]

Keeho ღ Last [M]

ღ P1Harmony Keeho x fem!reader ღ words: ~4.4k ღ genre: angst, smut (switch!Keeho, fingering, oral (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, it's breakup sex in a way) ღ warnings: none ღ prompts: “Don’t cum yet” + “This is a one time thing”

Desc.: You and Keeho had been friends with benefits for a long time, before he suddenly ended that relationship. Tonight he stands in front of your doorstep one more time, and you both know you can’t resist each other even after everything you’ve been through. 

When you hear the knock on your door you expect anyone but him to be standing there, drenched from the rain that’s been mercilessly splashing down onto the rooftops and the streets of the city since morning, with no end in sight. He immediately averts his eyes when you open the door, but you don’t fail to catch the anticipating expression he’s been wearing as he was waiting, doing his best to wipe it off his face now. A mixture of emotions that you can’t quite name yet appears instead, and you feel your head filling up with questions.

“I… uh… forgot my umbrella,” Keeho says, still not looking at you, and you’re speechless for a second, not knowing why the first thing he thinks of addressing is the reason as to why he’s drenched.

“Why the fuck are you here?” you eventually manage to ask. You furrow your brows out of anger and confusion. “I thought we were over…” you add, muttered under your breath. He shoots you a look, finally, but it only lasts for a moment and is meant merely to check just how mad you are that he turned up in front of your doorstep on this rainy night.

“I…” He attempts to make up an answer in his head but fails to do so and that surprises you. “I just… Sorry.” Now he looks at you properly, lifting his chin and straightening his back, making his rather short apology seem that much more serious. “I’ve been thinking about you an awful lot these days and… if you don’t want to see me I’ll leave.” His words taste bitter, but you can’t deny the curiousity they spark in you. 

“Had enough of sleeping around with other girls?” you guess, teasing him because you won’t let him in without a thorough testing of his intentions. But then again, it doesn’t matter anyway. He was always able to bring you to your knees by just pushing a few of the right buttons, so you stalling will merely bring about the same result as always when you get together. Or rather, when you used to get together.

You and Keeho met when you were at the beginning of your second year of college - he started a year later, but you still had some classes together. You hit it off as soon as you started talking. That was when you were still convinced he wasn’t your type at all, until that one night that changed it all. You were at a party together with some of your mutual friends, and it was a row of stupid dares that started it. You somehow ended up alone and bored, and so you dared him to kiss you. You still remember the surprise mixed in with the velvety feeling of his lips against yours when he did, and you were even more taken aback when he dared you to get him off shortly after. You did, because when it all started you still expected him to back out of it eventually - by the time you were unbuckling his belt, you had told yourself. When he simply watched, you began to wonder, and when you first heard him moan under your touch, his voice sounding like a whole symphony in your ears, you felt yourself too turned on by the situation to stop.

But everything has to come to an end eventually, right?

You slept with each other regularly in the following months. Keeho was the one who broke it off eventually. It was sudden - he texted you that he needed to talk to you, and only hours later he told you about this girl he had met, she was in his major and really pretty, and they’d be getting along well. It was understandable to you that he didn’t want to continue having a friend with benefits now, that he was seriously trying to date a woman. However, your first reaction was something very similar to your heart being broken. Sure, the two of you never dated and you were never in love, but neither of you could deny the strong connection you two had despite all that. Aside from the sex you were also able to talk about anything with him, and Keeho always had an open ear for you and some well thought out advice if you wanted it. 

But despite all that, the thing that really made you resent him in some way was when you found out the two of them split up soon after and he had started going to parties and clubs only to sleep around. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats now, still standing on your doorstep, the roof overhead keeping him from getting even more soaked in the rain. His white shirt is sticking to his upper body, and you’d have had to lie to say a tiny part of you doesn’t still find him attractive and is immediately jumping to imagining running your hand up his chest. But you bite back those thoughts for now. 

“I don’t know what you were thinking,” you state dryly.

“Me neither,” he answers, his voice full of regret. 

“Glad we agree then.” You spit out the words, wanting to rid yourself of the anger they make you feel as fast as possible.

“I just… found myself suddenly coming here. I was supposed to go an entirely different direction but… I guess it feels like… there’s something between us that I didn’t properly finish.”

“That sounds like you’re breaking up with your girlfriend all over again,” you comment. If you’re being quite honest, it also feels like it.

“I know,” Keeho says. “Can we… can we at least talk for a moment? I think me just saying sorry won’t do here.” You ponder on his words while eyeing him suspiciously for a while. Then, eventually, you cave and you make way for him to enter your apartment. 

It’s weird. You’ve seen him walk through this door so many times - sometimes pulling you in by your hands or shoving you inside, already having his lips connected to yours in a passionate kiss. But never have you witnessed him coming in with so much guilt on his shoulders. Your heart hurts as you see him like that, the regret now clearly reflecting in every single one of his movements, and usually you would’ve immediately comforted him in some way. But today you repress that urge, and you simply walk him into the small living room, before scanning his wet clothes up and down and saying,

“Do you wanna change out of that first of all?” Keeho raises his eyebrows at you and you add, “You could catch a cold like this.” The atmosphere in the room is ice cold all of a sudden, and you stand there frozen, neither of you knowing how to react. Until finally, his eyes grow soft, and he lets his gaze wander from your face down your body. You feel him melting you with his warm gaze, and in your head the only thing you hear is “shit”. You decide to get a move on, turning on your heels and walking over to the bathroom, as if he didn’t know the way there already. You open the door, and flashes of all the times you took a shower together and had sex in here fly by your inner eye. You hear footsteps, and suddenly you can feel Keeho’s presence so close to you, that his breath tickles your neck and you feel goose bumps all over your skin. 

“I was an idiot,” he mumbles, and he puts one arm around your shoulders from behind, touching you carefully at first. However, once he’s sure you don’t show any resistance, his grip becomes more firm and he rests his chin on your shoulder. You take a deep breath, but it comes out shakily - you can sense your own arousal growing at the thoughts of what could be if you just stepped over the line one more time. His voice, sounding sweet and full in your ears, cuts off the thoughts, but it helps in no way with the way you feel. “I really thought I wanted her. Loved her, even. But we didn’t match. And only then did I realize what a mistake it was to let you go…”

“Keeho,” you call out his name and you spin around in his hold to face him, putting your palms up on his chest habitually. You’re about to tell him he can’t say such things, that he should stop pitying himself and apologize properly, but there is that look of pure need in his pupils that makes you unable to say any of those things. Instead, he grabs your wrists, wrapping his long, slender fingers around them one by one, and each fingertip that lands on your skin to rest against your pulse sends an electric shockwave through your body. 

“I missed you,” he whispers, words still lingering on his lips when he presses them against yours, making you taste his desire. You can feel your body falling back into old patterns, remembering what used to be and how good it was, and in that moment every single one of your cells craves to feel his body against yours one more time. When he breaks the kiss, slowly, instilling the temptation to bring his lips right back to yours within you, you’re already breathless, and your chest feels heavy from all the emotions stirred up inside you.

“You’re stupid,” you mumble, instead of saying that you missed him too, and with your hands now cupping his face, you kiss him again. 

You barely manage to peel half his clothes off him, throwing his drenched cardigan and shirt to the bathroom floor, when he puts his hand on the small of your back and pulls you with him to the direction of your bedroom almost blindly, while still making out with you. He turns on the lights while passing by the switches, and then he pushes you down onto the bed, already hovering above you. A drop of rainwater falls from his hair and hits your cheek, and he wipes the water with his thumb before pressing his lips right against that same spot. Your eyes flutter shut - he has never kissed you so gently, but you have no time to question his actions, as he already peels your shirt off you, throwing it to the ground next to your bed. 

“Are you really okay with this?” he asks now, as you wrap your arms around his bare shoulders.

“You’re really asking me that now, after kissing me stupid and putting me in this kind of position?” you snark back, and something seems to snap back into place. You feel it in his gaze that he looks down at you with, and in the pits of your stomach, as a switch is flicked in the two of you and long stopped gears are being put into motion again. He smirks at you before lowering his head to bury it in your neck.

“Bold as ever,” he comments, and when you expect him to sink his teeth into your flesh, he rolls his hips against yours instead, and you let out a yelp as the fabric of his jeans rubs against your sweatpants. Vision clouded with want, you recall all the times he’s pinned you to your bed before, and you moan at the mixture of the memories and the present connection between your bodies.

“This is a one time thing, just so you know,” you say as you rake your fingers up his hair, and he presses a chaste kiss against your lips with a smirk. “You don’t believe me,” you guess, but Keeho remains silent. Instead of giving you an answer, he starts working his way down your neck, trailing kisses all over the sensitive skin while you throw your head back. “Just because you can make me give in to this once doesn’t mean I will give in again,” you hiss through gritted teeth, and finally he lifts his head to take a good and long look at your face.

“Then let’s make it count,” he simply says. His hand reaches behind your back as you lift your torso just long enough for him to unclasp your bra and to toss it aside, somewhere into the general direction of where he threw your shirt. He scatters little kisses all over your chest, before finally wrapping his lips loosely around one of your nipples and running his hot tongue over it, covering it in his saliva only to come back up and blow on it a moment later. The cooling sensation makes a shiver run down your spine and you feel your body tensing up, but as soon as his hand finds your other breast to start kneading it, you relax. He kisses his way back up, mouth connecting to yours in a passionate kiss, which is only broken once he unexpectedly rolls his hips against yours again and you throw your head back in pleasure. However, Keeho is quick to kiss you again, teeth nibbling on your lower lip and his tongue exploring your mouth. You feel warmth spreading throughout your whole body as he continues to kiss you senseless and his big hands roam your body, revisiting all the spots where he knows you like being touched. Every now and then he rolls his hips into yours, making you feel his growing bulge through both of your pants, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing as a sign of your body trying to tell you how much it craves feeling him inside you again. Instead, his fingertips dance down your belly and slip past the waistband of your pants. You shudder, letting out a shaky moan when they come in contact with your wet core, and you buck your hips up into his hand when he starts rubbing lazy circles on your clit. Your hands roam his back, nails grazing the skin, and you deepen your kisses in an attempt to tell him you need more. 

“So needy,” he whispers, humming against your lips, and though it sparks a kind of annoyance with yourself for wanting him so bad, you do nothing to deny it. Quite the opposite - you answer with a whine and another bucking of your hips against his touch. He eventually slips a finger inside, but withdraws it just when you let out a sigh of relief.

“Keeho please,” you beg. “Let me feel you.” He presses a loving kiss to your jaw, and the big grin on his lips makes you want to yell at him. But you know that he won’t let you wait for longer than you can take, and you also know how to get what you want. You know each other that well, it’s one of the things you loved the most about your friends with benefits arrangement - the way you knew each other’s bodies like the back of your own hand. “Please,” you whine again, “I need you so bad.” With a satisfied expression on his face, he slips his fingers back inside you, curling them against that sweet spot slowly. You groan, because it already feels so good, but also because you desperately want him to go faster. So you roll your hips into his hand at the same pace as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, hoping to at least allow him to reach deeper inside, and eventually he presses his thumb against your clit. 

“Fuck, I almost forgot how beautiful you look when I touch you like this,” he mumbles against your lips as he kisses you, but he comes back up soon to marvel at the sight in front of him.

“A bit faster, please,” you beg, and when he sees the desperate look in your eyes he complies. Your fingers are clasping at his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as you’re racing towards your high, and when you come undone underneath him not much later, his name slips from your lips. He helps you ride out your orgasm, and he kisses the corner of your mouth when you’re coming down from it. He gives you one more fond look, then he pulls his hand out of your pants, licking your juices off his fingers. You can’t help but feel flustered as he stares you in the eyes during, and eventually he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

“You know…” you mumble as he trails kisses back down your upper body. “I actually… haven’t slept with anyone since we last did it.” Keeho raises an eyebrow at your confession, but he doesn’t stop his ministrations on your body. When his lips reach the waistband of your pants, he starts pulling them off you, and you let him, revealing your soaked panties. He presses his plump lips against them, humming against your pussy to tell you to go on talking, or maybe just because he likes the look on your face that you give him because of it.

“You look like a perv,” you joke to tease him. “Panty sniffing perv.” He involuntarily has to laugh, sending vibrations up your core and you have to pull away from him for a moment, as you’re still too overstimulated from your orgasm. 

“Well you’re the one who’s letting that perv fuck you, so… wonder what that says about you,” he jokes back, and then he kisses his way up your thigh, stopping halfway to sink his teeth into your skin.

“What are you doing?” you ask, half heartedly, as you attach your fingertips to his head, massaging his scalp a bit. 

“Making sure you remember today. Since it’s the last time we’re doing this… for real,” he answers, and it makes your heart ache just a bit.

“Keeho,” you call out his name after a bit of a pause. “Kiss me again.” He finishes sucking a mark into your skin, and then he lifts his head to give you a surprised look.

“Now you’re the one who sounds like she’s breaking up with her boyfriend,” he remarks, but he obeys. He presses his lips against yours, kissing you softly and gently, and if it hadn’t been for the situation you’re in, he just might’ve made you feel butterflies. 

“Good,” you sigh when you part, and you keep your eyes closed for a while longer. “Now fuck me like you mean it, that this is the last time. Fuck me like you hate me.” Keeho looks at you, his sharp eyes taking you all in as if he could get drunk off you, or maybe high. 

“You know I can’t do that,” he whispers when he lets his lips graze your nape, but when he sinks his teeth into your skin to the point it’s a bit painful seconds later, you know he’s at least going to pretend. Because it’s what you asked him to do. 

He slips out of his own jeans and boxers, while you get rid of your underpants, and then he positions himself between your legs. He dips his fingers into your dripping wet core, testing if you’re ready for another round, and when your every reaction gives him a big yes, he pulls out to coat himself in your juices, pumping his cock a few times. He aligns himself with you, but he merely teases you with his tip, and once again it makes your skin crawl with frustration.

“Keeho, please,” you whine. “Just fuck me already.” He however leans in for another kiss on your lips, after which he replies,

“You told me to fuck you like I hate you. Do you think I’d give in that easily if I truly hated you?” You see how your own words come back to bite you in the ass in the end, but you keep eye contact and you decide to take action yourself instead of begging. You reach down between your bodies and wrap your fingers around him, starting to slowly jerk him off, and the way his expression immediately softens lures a victorious chuckle out of you.

“You’re so easy,” you mutter under your breath, and he shoots you a glare.

“So are you,” Keeho answers. You make him sit up at the edge of the bed and you get on your knees in front of him, glancing up at him and finding the same expression he always used to give you when you were about to suck him off.

Pure need.

You kiss his head and circle your tongue around it, lazily letting your hand glide up and down his length. You suppress a grin, all while never taking your eyes off of that perfect face he makes at you, mouth gasping and biting his lips in anticipation, eyes glued to you, burning from desire. At this point you know he’s biting back a desperate plea, and you wonder how far you have to go today in order to hear those sweet moans of his, that he usually lets you hear long before you’ve even properly touched him. It’s your own fault that he’s controlling himself so well today, but you don’t dislike the challenge. 

You drag out your teasing until there’s a drop of sweat running down his forehead, and eventually he rakes his fingers up into your hair, tugging at it to silently ask for more.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you ask teasingly, placing another tiny kiss to his tip, and eventually you can see him breaking under your touch.

“Suck me off,” he demands, voice already shaking, and when you don’t move he adds, more silently, “Please.” You grin in satisfaction, before taking him into your mouth and starting to slowly move your head up and down. It doesn’t take long before he breaks out in a whine that he must’ve held in for god knows how long, and as the sound of his voice moves something within you, you can feel yourself getting horny again too. Desperate, you let your free hand find its way to your core, and you start touching yourself while you take him in further, until his tip hits the back of your throat everytime you sink down on him. You moan at his taste and at the feeling of your own fingertips teasing yourself as you get him off, but most of all you moan in tune with him, appreciating the noises coming from him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he forces out the words with a ragged breath, and as he bucks his hips into you, you can already feel your mouth filling up with his seed. You swallow it all, and when you crawl back up to sit in his lap he immediately flips you over after catching his own breath to have you trapped underneath him again.

“You were touching yourself too, weren’t you?” he whispers into your ear, his weight pressing down on you.

“What if I was?” you talk back, and he takes your hand that had been rubbing your pussy just a moment ago and he presses a kiss to your wrist there.

“I’ll do it better,” he mumbles, then he dives down between your legs, starting to lap at your dripping wet core. You squirm under the sudden touch, but settle against his warm tongue soon, too familiar the way he eats you out. In a way his touch, that you have gotten so used to, grounds you, but at the same time it drives you wild, and you revert into a moaning mess under his touch in no time. 

“Fuck,” you curse, digging your fingers into the sheets to your sides. “Shit, just like that…” You spread your legs and let him lift them up on his shoulders for better access as you wiggle closer. “I’m almost there. Keep going like this,” you whine, but instead he comes back up upon hearing your words.

“Don’t cum yet,” you hear him say, his voice velvety and dripping with honey, and though you want to protest, he soon makes you understand what he’s planning. He brings his hand to his cock again, giving himself a few strokes, and then he reaches for your wrists, pinning them up above your head just before he pushes into you. You cry out in pleasure, throwing your head back because of how good it feels to have him inside you, and you start cursing again when he rocks his hips against yours. He lets go of your wrists soon, too tempting the urge to have his hands all over you.

“You feel so good,” you mumble, your hands flying to his back again, fingernails clawing at his skin when he pounds into you hard. He picks up in pace fast, and the way he slams his hips into yours aggressively makes you dizzy. He buries his head into your neck and starts sucking the skin beneath your ear, and though you always made sure to stop him from leaving marks in such obvious places, you don’t even think about keeping him from it now. 

“I hate this,” he mutters against your skin, almost sounding like a growl. “I hate that this is the last time.” You silently agree, but the deeper meaning behind his words doesn’t reach you in your current state. All you can do is moan and cry out his name every time he thrusts back into you, and you hold onto him, sure that you’re at least leaving a few scratch marks on his shoulders. But you don’t care, and he doesn’t either, because the thing that’s on top of both of your minds now is chasing your next high together.

And then it comes crashing down on you right after each other. You clench around him, biting down on your lower lip so hard you’re sure you can still see teeth marks there afterwards, and then his hips stutter, and a moment later you feel him spilling into you.

He rolls onto his back, and you two lie there wordlessly, catching your breath side by side for a while. It begins to dawn on you what just happened and why, and for a second everything had felt like a new beginning. But you know you can’t go on like this, and just as fast you realize that this is most probably goodbye.

“I’m sorry,” you hear Keeho whisper into your room, cutting through the silence and a bit into your heart as well.

“I know,” you reply. “Me too.”

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Please could you write prompt 66. "Alternate First Meeting" for Jan and Nace 🙏

Of course, anon! This one required a bit of looking into possible timelines (and I've been a bit handwavey about it all), but I took inspiration from Nace casually dropping it into that JO Subs interview that Joker Out once supported Los Ventilos while he was a member. (Another note: I've decided it's set just before the JO hiatus, which isn't super important but the build up is kind of hinted at. Though, as we know, Jan missed Bojan quitting the band anyway! 🤭)

“Hey, have you got a light?” There’s no reason for those six words to make Jan nearly jump out of his skin, but they do. Later he’ll figure it must be down to a mix of the post gig haze and having just not expected anyone to approach him. He’s not the only one out here by the back door, but he’d deliberately hung further away from everyone else, just wanting some peace to gather his thoughts away from the weird tension that’s been lingering between Kris and Bojan for the past few weeks. For the moment, however, wondering at his reaction is immediately short circuited by the sight of the guy in front of him. He recognises him straight away as the bassist from Los Ventilos, but it's not like they’ve actually met before or even been in close quarters, not with how rushed everything was before Joker Out were due on stage. He’s only seen him from a distance, but suddenly, up close, the guy has the most gorgeous pair of wide brown eyes behind those glasses and Jan can’t help but feel rooted to the spot. The bassist smiles apologetically, holding up an unlit cigarette. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you! Just wondered if I could borrow your lighter? Mine seems to have given up.” It takes a moment for Jan’s brain to catch up and remember actual words. “It’s fine. Um. Sure. Here.” The bassist thanks him as he takes the lighter, focusing for a moment on striking up and taking a drag. Jan’s eyes snag on the guy’s arms as he raises them and – holy fuck. He’s always had a weakness for tattoos, and if he let himself, he could probably stare at the designs half-hidden by his sleeves for hours. He wonders how many more he has and feels his mouth go dry. Of course, it’s just then that the guy decides to break the silence as he passes the lighter back. “I’m Nace, by the way.” “Jan.” “Nice to meet you, Jan.” He offers his free hand and Jan shakes it automatically. If Nace notices how he draws back quickly and stuffs his hand in his pocket, he says nothing; he doesn’t have to know how Jan’s palm is tingling from the contact. “I caught some of your set.” That’s safe ground at least. “Oh?” The bright smile that breaks out on Nace’s face and the weird swoop of Jan’s stomach at the sight of it is less safe, though. “It’s really good.” “You think so?” he asks, forcing himself to focus. Feedback is always useful, especially if they’re actually going to make it anywhere with the band, and hearing they’ve done well from someone already properly in the industry is never going to be something to turn down. Nace nods, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Yeah, your singer really has something, you know?” And that... well. He’s not wrong – of course Bojan is talented in a way that goes past just hard graft, Jan knows that, has known that ever since he first saw him up on a stage – but knowing that this guy saw some of their performance and immediately thinks of Bojan rather than Jan who was right there stings in a way that it shouldn’t and he refuses to think about why. His own cigarette is quickly burning down. He quickly takes a drag to buy some time to gather himself, to sound as casual as he can. “Yeah, he’s always been really good.” Because what else is there to say, when but what about me isn’t an option?

“You’ve known each other for a long time then?” Nace asks, sounding genuinely interested. He’s still smiling, too, which isn’t helpful. Jan nods. “The others were all at school together. Me and Kris had the same guitar teacher and we were in another band together before. That’s how I met them.” The second the words leave his mouth, he’s struck by how juvenile it could sound. He’s well aware of how young they all look, Bojan especially, even without the jokes they hear on the regular from industry people about how they’re going to fit gigs around their Saturday jobs. The last thing he wants is for this guy to have the impression he’s just another inexperienced kid who’ll quit through boredom before they ever get anywhere. But if Nace thinks it sounds that way, he certainly doesn’t show it. “That sounds nice. Playing alongside your friends for so long.” “Yeah, we’re... we’re lucky.” Jan says, taking another drag, desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere. “And you? How long have you been with your band?” Nace shrugs as he smokes. Jan forces himself not to stare at his lips around the cigarette. “A while. Nowhere near as long as from high school. I’ve worked with a lot of different artists over the years, though, and that’s been interesting.” There’s something in the way he says it that makes it sound almost like a consolation prize. It makes Jan hesitate, half-formed words hovering on the tip of his tongue, ready to ask – what, exactly? The guy’s a stranger. He can hardly go barrelling in asking him anything as personal as whether he’s not as close with his bandmates as he’d like to be, or whether he’s minded jumping from project to project. There’s a loose thread dangling there right in front of him, but it’s not like he can pull on it. Can he? He's saved from having to decide by a shout from the open doorway – Nace’s name, another band member leaning out to wave him over. Nace raises his hand back in acknowledgement. “Ah, that’s my cue. Need to go help pack up.” Nace takes one last hurried drag before stubbing his cigarette out. He’d barely smoked half of it during the few minutes they’d been there. “Nice meeting you, Jan. Good luck and maybe we’ll see each other around.” “Yeah, nice to meet you.” Jan echoes, still emerging from his thoughts. Nace’s words aren’t even a platitude so much as a statement of fact. Slovenia’s music scene is pretty small, and there’s a high chance they’ll cross paths again. And then, with one last bright smile, Nace is gone, disappearing back into the building. Jan’s own cigarette is almost burnt out. He hurriedly drops it and grinds it beneath his boot. The others will be looking for him soon, and Martin and Matic will probably appreciate a hand in mediating between the other two. He exhales as deeply as he can, as if that will get rid of the jumble of nerves lighting him up from the inside, and heads back indoors.

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Backfired - Part 2

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff TW! Slight mention of blood

CW: Violence (Yeosang gets beaten up and Yunho gets hit a few times.), mentions of threats, slight blood.

Word Count: 5079

Summary: Please read Part 1 before this!  Anger is surging through you, Yeosang needs to pay for what he's caused.

a/n: I never expected part 1 to do as well as it did, so by very popular demand please enjoy part 2 😁

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“Y/n!” You felt Hongjoong’s hand wrap around your wrist but before he even got the chance to tug you back from continuing away from him you ripped your arm free, not looking back, eyes straight ahead, your next move in mind. Hongjoong’s pleads for you to stop fell on deaf ears, all you could hear was your pulse racing in your ears, all you could see was a narrow line of sight as you marched your way down the hallway, glancing now and again through open doorways in search of your target. The only word that rang through your mind was “Yeosang” that fucking rat. You knew you should have trusted your gut when it came to him, yes he was loyal to the team but when it meant taking the fall for his own mistakes he was untrustworthy, as you’d learnt first hand. 

Your eyes zeroed in on the open rooms and any shut door was met with your foot, kicking it open with full force, which did grant you a few odd and scared looks when the occupants watched you quickly scan over the room before walking off. Turning a corner you’re met with Seonghwa, who you blank out completely, that is until he steps in front of you, blocking your way.

“Y/n, where have you been, no one’s seen you since you and Yeosang got back.” The pure mention of that rat’s name had you seeing red. You ignore his question and shove him to one side, rage bubbling up even more inside you now. Seonghwa wasn’t going to take being shoved aside, literally. Grabbing your arm firmly he’s successful in stopping your movements, well for a moment that is. Turning around, his hold still on your arm, you manage to break free using the same arm to pin the taller man by the throat to the wall behind him.

“Where is he?” Seonghwa was looking at you with wide eyes, he wasn’t scared in the slightest but the clear anger spewing out of you took him by surprise.

“Who? There’s a lot of men around here y/n you know this, so saying ‘he’ really isn’t helping me.” You push your forearm into his throat even more to the point you feel his Adam's apple bob as he tries to swallow.

“Yeosang...Where is he?” Now Seonghwa was getting a little freaked out, the longer he kept you waiting for an answer the harder you pressed on his throat making speech almost impossible.

“Meeting room.” He chokes out, trying to pull your arm away just enough to be able to breathe properly.

“He’s with San, Yunho and Wooyoung, find them and you find Yeosang.” Now you had your answer you didn’t need Seonghwa anymore. Dropping your arm from him you continue on your hunt, leaving Seonghwa still leaning against the wall coughing as he tries to get his breath back. Seonghwa watches as you reach the end of the long corridor and stop at a door only for a second later to put your foot through it. It was in that moment Seonghwa knew whatever Yeosang did could only mean a bad ending for him and Seonghwa wanted no part of that. Turning on his heels he makes his way down the hall in the opposite direction to you, making sure to keep as far away from the action as possible.

Your foot kicks the door open with ease making it swing back and bounce of the wall catching the attention of the 4 men in the room. 

“You fucking rat!” You scream storming over to Yeosang whose life has just flashed before his eyes.

“Y/n, look it’s not what you think it is.” He panics, raising his arms in a surrender waving his hands at you like it would magically make you back off and calm down.

“Oh really because to me it looks like you lied through your teeth to Hongjoong, blaming ME for the mission going to shit when you know DAMN WELL it was you who fucked it up!” As you’re screaming at Yeosang the other men have backed up out of your way, looking to each other silently questioning what’s going on.

“I didn’t blame you.”

“Bullshit! Hongjoong told me everything, he told me the phone call you had with him telling him how I fucked up and took the shot despite witnesses and you apparently tried to ‘talk me out of it’” Yeosang was as white as a ghost, he didn’t realise Hongjoong told you literally everything, every word that was shared between them.

“And because of your bullshit Hongjoong has now decided he can’t trust me, ME! And when I told him the truth he didn’t believe me and threw me in THE room.”

“Hongjoong did what!?” San gasped from behind you, not believing what he was hearing.

“Shut the fuck up San this is nothing to do with you!” You snap turning to face him momentarily, oh and if looks could kill, San would be in his grave by now. He held up his hands backing away a little more.

“Look, I’m sorry that happened to you but then again at the end of the day you did take the shot, you were the one who pulled the trigger not me, you’re the one who caused the commotion not me, you’re the one who fucked up the mission, not ME!” And that was it, that was your breaking point.

Everything went blank in your mind as you pounced on Yeosang, grabbing his shirt with so much force you knocked him off his feet. The two of you on the floor now, your knees on their side of his waist as you repeatedly throw punches at his face, full force. You’re sure you heard a loud crunch as you smacked him straight in the nose possibly breaking it. 

Everything happened so fast one second you’re screaming and the next you’re beating Yeosang half to death, the others didn’t know what was happening until they see blood running from Yeosang’s face. Snapping into action they rush over to the two of you, Yunho trying to avoid your flying fists as he carefully tries to wrap his arms around your waist lifting you off Yeosang, Wooyoung rushes over to check on his friend, lifting his top half onto his lap to take a look over his injuries and San acts as the barrier between the two of you making sure that even if you did manage to escape Yunho’s hold you wouldn’t be able to make it to Yeosang again.

You’re kicking and screaming while Yunho tightly holds you off the floor, restricting your movements. The abuse and threats flying from your mouth has everyone in shock, yes you were all part of a mafia mob but not in their lives have they ever heard such foul talk from anyone. 

“Wooyoung is Yeosang okay?” San asks turning his head back slightly to glance at the two.

“I mean...I don’t know, his nose is definitely broken and I can’t really tell yet from all the blood but I think he may have a broken cheekbone and eye socket.” Wooyoung replies quickly, stumbling over his words every so often from panic.

“Get him to Jongho, he’ll look him over and sort him out, Yunho we need to get her to Hongjoong.”

“Like fuck you will!” You scream, your rage now targeted at San and Yunho who you’d now kicked in the shin trying to get away from him.

“Fuck!” Yunho yells out lifting his leg away from you as an instinctive reaction to the pain, his hold only growing tighter around you.

“Y/n, you’re getting out of hand, we need to take you to Hongjoong.” San tried to stay as calm as he possibly could, he didn’t want to risk being stern with you just in case he was the next to get beaten to a pulp.

“I’m not going to him, I’m not talking to him, he can rot in Hell for all I care. LET ME GO!” How Yunho was still standing was a miracle, the moment you’d located his legs you didn’t stop with the kicks, the hard heel of your boots making contact with the bony part of his shins every time.

Wooyoung takes this opportunity to gently pull Yeosang to his feet and draping one of his arms over his shoulder giving Yeosang the leverage he needed to stay up right as Wooyoung helps walk him to the door.

“Yeosang!” You scream again catching the attention of the two trying to make an escape.

“I swear, you fucking cross me again next time I will not hesitate to fucking kill you!” Yeosang didn’t reply, he felt it was best to keep his eyes to the floor, not that he could really see at this moment in time, giving Wooyoung a weak nudge to help him out of the room and to get him as far away from you as possible.

“San, are we taking her to Hongjoong or not, the way she’s kicking me right now I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” Yunho calls out through gritted teeth as he does everything in his power to cope with the searing pain shooting through his legs. With a small nod San goes over to the elder and grabs your legs, with great difficulty.

Yunho holding your top half while San tries his best to control your legs, the two make their way to Hongjoong’s office all while you’re punching, kicking and screaming to be put down.

“I’ll fucking kill you guys too, I’m not going to that asshole!” They had to give it to you, for such a small person you could really pack a punch and had a lot of energy to keep going the way you have for so long.

“Y/n, you need to calm down.” San urges the struggle clear in his face as he tries to hold you legs still for him to help carry you.

“Do NOT tell me to calm down, you don’t know half of the shit I’ve been through the last 24 hours.” Your movements started to falter as the flashbacks came back to you. The mission, the panic that struck you when it all went wrong, getting back to Hongjoong only for him to scream at you and lock you away, forgetting about you completely as you felt the walls close in on you, the feeling of utter betrayal from a member of your own team and now to top it all off, your anger from it all now being shoved to one side and instead being treated like you were in need of a straight jacket. 

While it seemed you’d calmed down, San dropped your legs for a moment using the freedom to be able to knock on the door of Hongjoong’s office. The small sound was enough to snap you out of your thoughts, eyes widening taking in your surroundings. you wanted to run but your feet were still above the floor, hanging in Yunho’s hold like a limp ragdoll.

“I told you I’m not talking to him.”

“You’re going to have to y/n.” Yunho stated before you delivered a harsh elbow to his ribs in hopes it would make him drop his hold. 

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong asks as he opens the door, his eyes focused on you, your dishevelled state as you try once again to fight yourself free, face red from effort and rage. 

San and Yunho didn’t provide him with an answer instead they dragged you into his office and quickly shut the door behind them. The room went quiet. You were scanning your eyes around the room looking for a way out, you were not doing this, not today. 

“San explain.” 

“We don’t know what happened, one minute Yunho, Wooyoung, Yeosang and myself are in the meeting room and next thing we know y/n is kicking the door in, screaming and shouting at Yeosang, something about the mission going wrong, and then next thing we know she’d on top of him beating him half to death. We didn’t know what to do so we brought her to you.” Hongjoong swallowed thickly, he knew a lot of this was his fault. 

Yunho set you down finally, making sure you were steady on your feet first before slowly removing his arms. You were quick to move away from him, watching how he rubbed at his shins which you were sure you bruised badly from your constant kicking. San and Hongjoong were talking on the other side of the room, everyone seemed to be distracted by their own things, now was your time. Sprinting towards the door, shoving Yunho out of your way as you went past, you were so close to getting to freedom, but that was when a hand flew to the door slamming it shut just as you opened it.

“No, you’re sorting your shit out now.” San demanded, sliding his whole body between you and the door, rooting himself to the spot easily fighting back against your shoves. 

“How many times do you idiots need to be reminded. I’m not talking to him.” 

“Well tough shit,” San starts, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you to face Hongjoong. “You’re not leaving here until you sort yourself out and that includes talking to Hongjoong. So you’ve got two choices, talk to him or sit in here for days...your choice.” 

“Guys...I’ll deal with it from here, thank you for bringing her.” Hongjoong finally says. San and Yunho look at each other, exchanging concerned looks. Hongjoong wasn’t around when you kicked off, they knew what you were capable of and they didn’t exactly want their leader, their captain, to end up like Yeosang.

“Hongjoong...We don’t think that’s a good idea.” Yunho said, caution lining his voice.

“I said I’ll deal with it, I can handle her don’t worry about me.” The two look at each other again and shrug before turning towards the door to leave. You can’t help but glare at them as they walk out of the office, cursing them in your head for leaving you alone with Hongjoong. The door shut behind the duo and Hongjoong turned his full attention to you. 

“What did you do to Yeosang?” Was the first thing he asked, his voice stern and eyes piercing you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You fold your arms over your chest and turn your back to him, walking over to his desk and playing with pens he had in a small pot.

“Y/n, what did you do?” Silence was his only answer, he was lucky you’d given him the first answer. 

“Y/n, talk to me.” Silence again.

“If this is about me throwing you in the room I’m sorry, I mean I’m really sorry, I acted impulsively and it was the first thing that came to mind, I forgot about your fear of the dark and how it affects you, I was stupid to put you in there in the first place let alone leave you there for hours,  it was heat of the moment I went off what I was told and I was mad...No more than mad y/n, I was furious with you for pulling a stunt like that” You threw the pen that you were holding at him as hard as you could, just missing his eye.

“No you didn’t go off of what you were told because if you fucking listened to me when I tried to say my side you’d have understood what went wrong, but no you decided in that moment I was wrong, no more to be said, and you do that to me!” You scream at him from the other end of the desk, the rage you felt earlier coming back at full force.

“I’m your fucking second in command, the one you said you trusted most out of everyone and yet you didn’t want to fucking listen!” 

“Y/n...I...”

“You’re full of shit Hongjoong, I thought we were more than just members of the same team, I thought we were friends but friends don’t do shit like you did to each other.” He could feel his heart sink in his chest, he knew he’d upset you but he didn’t know you’d felt so betrayed by him, and strangely enough the betrayal that you’re feeling wasn’t what broke him the most, it was the fact you only saw him as a friend. He felt like an idiot for only focusing on that right now but he couldn’t help it. The moment you stepped out of that room and didn’t spare him so much as a glance shattered him, it was odd but it hurt him more than anything he’d ever experienced, he’d rather be shot in the chest multiple times than make you feel this way again. 

“Friends?” The word fell out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“Yes, I saw us as friends Hongjoong, but you clearly didn’t.” He took a step closer to you. You stumble back a little trying to keep a bit of distance between you but the desk got in the way, leaving you with nowhere to go.

“Y/n...I don’t see us as friends.” You roll your eyes, you knew that, you just said it so why does he feel the need to twist the knife in your back.

“No, seriously I don’t...You’ve always meant more to me than any friend.” His confession came out of him as easily as breathing. His stance didn’t falter, he didn’t shy away in embarrassment, he continued to inch towards you until you were securely caged between him and the desk, his hands gripping the hard wood either side of your hips. Your face didn’t change, not even a twitch, you continued to look at him with hate burning in your eyes.

“If you think you’re gonna sweet talk me into not being mad anymore then you have another thing coming.” You spit, standing your ground as Hongjoong leans down closer to you, his eyes lining up with yours.

“Well if my words aren’t going to work on you I guess I’ll have to use my actions to show you just how much you mean to me.” He purred, breath fanning across your lips before he closed the gap. Your eyes widened in surprise but you still made no effort to move, not even your lips. Pulling away, Hongjoong scanned over your face looking for a sign, any sign but your face was unreadable. 

“You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that you know.” You stated, deadpan face. You didn’t want to admit that you liked where this was going, you’re supposed to be mad at him but in all honesty you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up for.

Hands coming to grip your hips tightly, Hongjoong pulled you close to him, the impact of your chest hitting his made you give out a small gasp which he took full advantage of. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, he poured every ounce of apology into the kiss and this time you went with it, nails digging into his shoulder harshly as you tried to assert your own dominance into the kiss. Your dominance was overshadowed by his, his hands gripping your hips harder, hard enough to leave imprints of his fingers behind all while he pushed you further into his desk making you break your hold on him to keep yourself from falling back. 

“Joong.” You say breathlessly breaking the kiss. 

“If you want me to stop then all you have to do is tell me.” His once bright eyes had now gone dark as they stare into your own awaiting your decision.

“No...I don’t want you to stop.” You admit not being able to stop yourself before it came out. “But I still hate you.”

“I’m sure I’ll change your mind.” And with a small smirk he was back on your lips, his dominance still shining through. Hands slipping down your side from your hips to find their place firmly on your ass, he hoists you up to sit on his desk slotting his body between your legs keeping you as close to him as possible.

Reaching behind him he grabs your ankles one at a time, tearing your shoes from your feet and letting them drop to the floor with a thud before his hands made their way to the button of your trousers, undoing them with ease. Hongjoong only breaks the kiss to slide your trousers off your legs and tossing the garment to the corner. Your legs falling back to either side of his hips left your panty clad core all on show for him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, the many nights he’d lay in bed thinking of this very moment and there it was, right in front of him to do as he pleases.

“Hey.” You call out to him, attitude still present in your voice as you nudge his chest with your foot. 

“I thought you were trying to show me how sorry you are, what are you waiting for?” The command made him smirk, his head falling back a little as he sighed. Gripping handfuls of your thighs Hongjoong dived into your neck, biting and sucking purple marks along your pulse point. You bit back a moan as hard as you could, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction yet.

With his grip on your thighs, your hands fall to his biceps, holding them lightly despite how much you wanted to squeeze. His lips continue to make a trail up your jawline, making you silently gasp in the process. In the time that it takes him to do that, his hands make a move to your waist, nails digging into your sides to pull you as close to him as possible.

Hongjoong makes small nips on your jawline until the tip of his nose touches yours, lips barely touching with a grin on his face. You notice this small grin, pulling away but get stopped in an instant as he licks your bottom lip, tongue teasing to be let in again. You grant permission but only after you land a strong bite to his lower lip, earning you a groan in return as you pull his lip between your teeth. 

You could feel him harden in his jeans as he tries to discreetly grind against you to get some sort of relief. You take matters into your own hands, grinding your core against him teasingly, enjoying the look on his face as he tries to keep his composure, not that it wasn’t a challenge for you as well, the friction sending electric shocks through you and your core was soaked but you didn’t dare give away the fact you were enjoying this way more than what you were making out. 

“Fuck.” Hongjoong growled against your lips. his hands slipped from your side down to the button of his jeans, fingers fumbling to get them undone, but mind fuzzy with lust made even the simplest of tasks difficult.

“Need a hand there...Captain?” You teased, the name having a death grip on him as he lets out staggered breaths and light hums. Everyone called him Captain but you never thought he’d love it in this sense too. You slap his hands away from his jeans opting to help him, popping the button with ease and slowly dragging the zipper down at a painful pace. 

The impatience got to him, tugging his jeans down with such force he almost broke the half done zipper. You smirk up at him after catching a glimpse of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers and the small stain of precum.

“Do I really affect you that much Captain?” 

“You affect me more than you know.” He groans dropping his head to your shoulder needing just a second to get his head together after your use of the name again. Stepping back to throw your panties to join your trousers in the corner of the room, Hongjoong is quick to free his length from it’s confines, sighing lightly at the relief.

“What about you, you don’t exactly seem too phased.” Hongjoong states with a tilt of his head scanning your face.

“Captain...” You start, avoiding eye contact at first but eventually giving in, you were sick of acting like you were still pissed. “You affect me more than you know.”

He could have cum at that alone, your words mixed with the sultry look in your eyes and the way he gently stroked his cock waiting for you to talk would have had him seeing stars if he didn’t hold back.

“You drive me insane.” He purrs into your neck as he teases you with the tip of his cock, running it along your slit collecting the arousal that was seeping out of you. You finally let slip your first whimper, no longer hiding the pleasure he was giving you and that spurred him on. Gripping the back of your neck with his free hand he pulled you in for a deep kiss while he lined his cock with you and slid himself in slowly, swallowing your moans with his kiss until he bottomed out. You were quick to roll your hips into him, silently begging him to move, needing the friction. 

“Please Captain.” You plead with big eyes.

“Please what? What do you want baby?” Oh now he was teasing you, every little bit of hatred you felt earlier had melted away, you needed him now.

“Please fuck me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smirked keeping eye contact with you as he pulled out half way only to slam back into you, chuckling lowly as your eyes fluttered shut and your hands flew back to his arms holding onto them with a vice grip. The first thrust knocked the air from your lungs leaving you with an open mouth but no sound to follow but after getting your breath back the whines and moans flowed like water out of your mouth.

He kept up his rough frantic pace, your sounds going straight to his head, it was like the only thing he could hear in the world was you and how good he was making you feel. Your nails clawed at whatever they could, his arms, shoulders, back, neck, you name it and your nails were there, despite still being half clothed you were sure with how hard you were clawing at him you’d at least leave small red marks for him to admire afterwards. 

Your cries stutter as he grazes your sweet spot, eyes screwing shut at the intense pleasure and your hands gripping him so tight your knuckled turned white. You became putty in his arms when he snaked an arm between you, rubbing small circles on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your body started to go limp as you could feel your orgasm creeping closer and closer, the combination of his cock hitting your sweet spot and his thumb paying special attention to your bundle of nerves.

Falling back on the desk you drag Hongjoong down with you, gripping the collar of his shirt bringing his lips back to yours in an effort to muffle the pornographic sounds escaping you. If anyone was listening from outside all they’d be able to hear would be Hongjoong’s low groans as he muffles your cries of pleasure accompanied by the sound of skin slapping skin as he rutted into you.

The edges of your vision started to blur as you felt yourself come to the edge, you were mere seconds away from your orgasm but you had no way of warning Hongjoong.

“Baby.” Hongjoong moaned planting another kiss to your lips. 

“I want you to cum with me...I know you’re close.” The way your walls were fluttering around him was all the warning he got, the sensation throwing him closer to his own release. You can only weakly nod in response too busy concentration on holding off your orgasm for just that bit longer.

Before long Hongjoong lost his rhythm, his hips delivering choppy thrusts as his cock twitched inside you. You couldn’t hold it any longer, you let your orgasm hit you with white hot heat, all your nerve endings were on fire as the intense pleasure ripped through you as you choked out a hoarse cry of his name. Your walls clamping down around his cock while he helped ride out your orgasm was enough to have him toppling over the edge, pulling out from you quickly to pump his seed along your thigh with a long breathy moan.

You let your body go completely limp on his desk as you tried to regain your senses. You could hear the soft sound of clothes followed by light footsteps walking around the desk, you were too spent to even crack open an eye to see what Hongjoong was doing, it wasn’t until you felt him cleaning your leg did you know what was going on. 

“Y/n?” Hongjoong calls softly running his hand along the side of your thighs as you hum in response.

“You okay?” You sit up to meet his eyes, his features a lot softer than what they were moments ago, it was like you were looking at a completely different person.

“I’m okay.” 

“Good, here let me help you.” He says turning to retrieve your clothes and help slide them back onto you, even going as far as to helping you put your boots back on, tying the laces with a cute bow. Once he was done he carefully helped you off the desk but never let his hands leave you.

“Y/n, I meant every word I said earlier, I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your side of the story and jumped to a conclusion, but most importantly I meant it when I said you mean more than just a friend to me.” He bows his head no looking you in the eye, he didn’t really want to know what your reaction was quite yet.

“I’m just sorry it took you not talking to me to really realise how I felt, I just hope I can make it up to you.” Cupping his cheeks in your hands you lifted his face to meet your smiling one.

“You already have made it up to me Joong, I’m not mad anymore, just please...don’t do it again.” Hongjoong was the one to close the gap, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he lifts you off the floor mid kiss before settling you back down. 

“I promise, the last thing I want to do is hurt you, I’d rather die than have you be mad at me again.”

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takumi hijirihara x afab!reader

tags: Prompt 6, NSFW, possessive behavior, creepy behavior?, ooc, a little dirty talking, semi-public sex, comfort, small misaki appearance.

a/n: this took me a while because i kept changing it and I’ve been busy but I enjoyed it! I haven’t read much of Killer Killer so it may be… unusual. also there’s not much content for this guy out here so.. here’s some crumbs! Definitely longer than I expected it to be.

Takumi has no problem showing his possessiveness. He has no shame in showing it just like everything else he does. This is known because he reminds you at every. waking. moment. And today is no different.

Seeing you with his coworkers, having fun, too much of it; you forget that you had to meet up with him in the evening. It’s only when you open the small closet’s door to retrieve your jacket to leave that you yelp in surprise when you’re met with Takumi standing there, glaring down at you.

“We were supposed to meet up in front of the HQ an hour ago.” He doesn’t even greet you properly. He speaks in a low, cold tone. Which is enough sign that he’s pissed off if you couldn’t tell since he usually clings to you, bathing you in praise and pet names the moment he sees you.

Before you can force out an apology, he pulls you into the closet by your arm with enough force that it makes you stumble right into his arms. Where you’re meant to be, he thinks.

Though, he doesn’t embrace you. Instead, he shuts the door with his other hand and is pressing you against the wood. You can’t see too clearly, the light in this closet is dim but you can see, feel, how irritated he is.

You try to reason with him, make him calm down as you stare up at him. Your brows furrowing and your eyes wistful, hoping to get through to him. “Takumi, I just look track of time.. “ Your voice is in a whisper, trying to be cute as you try to reach up to brush the strands of hair in his face.

He doesn’t listen. He catches your wrist, pinning it against the wall. His grip on your arm is tight as if to restrain himself from the little self-control he has right now. He refused to listen to anything right now, too blinded by the jealousy bubbling up inside his stomach.

It was making him sick, seeing the group of investigators looking at you with gazes that were way too inappropriate in his eyes! Was it the skirt you wore? The one that he likes, purely because he can see under it whenever he’s hiding under the break rooms sink? Or maybe he just hates anyone who looks at you and is a little delusional.

Yet right now, he wasn’t thinking about his weird behavior. All he thought about was how you’d make it up to him. Right here, right now.

“Pull up your skirt.”

“W-What? But we’re in—“

Takumi only seemed to grow more agitated at your words. His eyes narrow and his hand comes up to grab your face. His fingers digging into your cheeks as he speaks sternly. “I’m going to fucking ruin you. So be good for me or else.”

And that warning was all it took for you to obey.

—

Soon enough, your watery eyes are looking up at him, pools of salt reflecting the light of the closet, tears running down your soft and warm cheeks and your lip is all swollen and raw from how much you’ve been biting down on it. Skirt bunched up around your waist and your panties long finding their way into his pocket. It all makes him insane, you look so alluring like this, fuck. He can’t let anyone else get this gorgeous sight, he won’t allow it.

His fingers are moving slowly in and out of your messy cunt. Your cheeks flushed at how loud the noises are. The wet, squelching noises that remind you how needy and desperate you are. To please him, to reach your own high especially but he’s thriving in your tears that he doesn’t give you what you yearn for.

You can’t see his face but you can hear how heavily he’s breathing in your ear, the way his hard on is pressed against your ass, ever so slightly being rubbed against you. He knows it makes you only grow more heated with the way your walls are clenching down on his fingers, the way your hips wiggle around to make him touch the tender spot deep inside of you.

He’s so close, his fingers occasionally graze it, making you shudder and hold onto the door in front of you. You screw your eyes shut and beg, which is something you’ve been doing for a while, “Please, Takumi. ‘m sorry.. I-I really didn’t mean-“

He roughly rubs his thumb against your bundle of nerves and it forces a moan out of you. It simultaneously too much and too little and you can only clench your fists as you sob.

“It’s a little too late for sorry. Just be good and take what I give you.” Takumi speaks lowly as he continues his ministrations. He’s not doing this just to tease you, of course. He’s doing this to prep you as well, don’t want you to be in pain while he’s having his way with you.

Though you’re lucky because he was tempted by the idea.. a bit of a sadistic tendency since he wanted you to feel as hurt as him when he saw you getting chummy with other guys. But! He’s not going to be so mean today.

After moving his two fingers in a scissoring motion inside of you for a few more minutes, he decides it’s enough. The way you’re whining and how your pussy is practically drenching his hand makes him give in and have mercy on you.

He pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips to have a quick taste since he’s not able to fully enjoy you in this damn closet. But it’s only for a moment as he’s already reaching for his belt buckle. You hear it clinking behind you, making your stomach swoop in excitement of what’s to come, your little hole fluttering around nothing.

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, he’s just as desperate as you are. A moment of silence passes before you feel the tip of his cock prodding against your entrance, forcing a moan out of you as you feel him immediately shoving his way inside.

“Oh fuck.” Takumi bites his bottom lip, screwing his eyes shut to let himself savor the feeling of your tight inner walls making him groan, how they seem to suck him in, begging him to go deeper.

He looks down to see where you two are conjoined, moving his hips slowly as he’s enjoying the sight of how his cock disappears into your pretty soaking cunt.

He’s snapped out of his trance when you whine, pushing your hips back against him to move faster. “So needy.” Takumi teases, giving one of your buttocks a squeeze before he starts to move his cock inside you faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small closet.

It feels too good, so good. The pleasure is quickly burning inside your body, building up in your lower belly. You hold onto the door, your hands occasionally balling up into fists when he hits the spot inside that makes you almost moan loudly.

And Takumi can’t get enough of it, your whimpers, whiny and filled with his name. “You’re being loud. I wonder.. would you like the others to see how much of a slut you are for me?”

You clench around him at the sound of his voice, making him hiss and his grip on your ass just a bit tighter. “I should— God. I should just open the door and let them see, huh? Show them exactly— thrust who you— thrust belong to.”

It has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, how his cock is dragging along your walls, filling you up, stretching you out and making your blood run hot through your veins and unknowingly, your moans louder. Its all starting to get too much, your breaths are getting shallower and you feel—

You can’t even finish your thoughts as he gives one, two, three circles of your clit and a shaky moan leaves your mouth, your whole body tensing up as you cry out Takumi’s name. Your pussy pulses around his cock and the sight of your face, your mouth hanging open and the way you say his name.. it automatically makes him cum on sight, shooting his load inside of you.

He leaned forward to rest his head against your back, kissing your shoulder blade as he was breathing heavily against it. He can feel how your taking in deep breaths, trying to calm down from your climax. He gives a few more gentle thrusts to help you ride it out before he lifts his head up.

“…You’re alright? I didn’t hurt you? “ Takumi speaks up, scanning your body for any signs of painful markings. Sure, he has some sadistic tendencies here and there but he can’t break you! Nobody compares to you, nobody can replace you. Which is why he tries his best to take care of you.

“No.. I’m okay, really. Just wanna go home.” You mumble, shaking your head in response to his questions. You’re already in a state of post-bliss and fuzziness, your body is tingling and you have a craving to go home and simply lay in bed with Takumi. Simply put, you’re fucked out.

“Figured.” Takumi pulled out of you, making you breathe out, feeling a loss of warmth. He’s quick to lower your skirt back to its respective position, whispering a quick, ‘i’ll keep these’ when you ask about your underwear.

He turns you around, sliding his hand up and down your arm in a comforting manner. “Let’s go home then. We’ll do whatever you want.” He murmured as he brought you into his embrace for a moment. His familiar scent comforts you and you want to just stay in this moment with him forever, closing your eyes and pressing your cheek against his chest. He’s even rubbing your back as you nod, letting out a content sigh. “Sounds amazing.”

That is until Misaki opened the door. “Just getting my stuff, sorry! Hmm… it smells a little weird in here.. It’s a little hot too. Where’s the air freshener?”

[uniquepoetrygardener]

@marauders-rarepair-fics //prompt: pool (July 16) // ship: Bellatrix x Lily //word count: 814 // cw: murder (it's off screen, but still)

Lily swings her legs in the pool. She can't see her feet properly; it's too dark outside despite the fact that it's the middle of July. She thinks about going to swim. Doesn't have the energy right now.

She feels it when she approaches. Bellatrix is quiet on her feet, but Lily is anticipating her, and so she notices it when Bellatrix appears. She makes her way over to Lily and sits down next to her like she does most nights. They sit in silence for a bit, the only sounds being their feet moving in the water.

"Why are you always here? It's the middle of the night," Lily finally has the courage to ask. They don't talk all that often, but Lily does love to hear Bellatrix's voice. Truth to be told, Bellatrix used to terrify her. She's still off-putting, to say the least, but by now Lily has stopped caring. At least she likes to think she has.

"I could ask the same from you," Bellatrix replies. Lily doesn't think she cares one way or another, but now that she's made the decision, she figures it would do no harm to just spit it out. Never mind that Bellatrix is practically a stranger to her, no matter how strangely connected to her Lily feels. If Lily says it out loud, maybe she'll be convinced it's real.

It's just Bellatrix, Lily can tell her. Sure, Bellatrix is scary and beautiful and there's something so off about her that should probably make warning bells blare inside her head. Sometimes she looks at Lily like she would like to eat her. Like she would like nothing more than to drink her blood and  chew on her flesh. Again, Lily thinks it should make her more unnerved than it does.

Sometimes Lily thinks she feels her presence during the day, even though they never see each other outside of these late nights at the pool. She might notice a shock of black hair in the corner of her eye, but every time she looks closer, it goes away.

"My husband is cheating on me," Lily tells her. They've been in this hotel for a month, but she has seen the glances James throws Sirius' brother's way when he thinks she isn't looking. She wasn't sure about it before today, but then she heard them, and now there's no doubt about it. Lily didn't exactly think that their marriage was going well, but at least she didn't cheat because of it.

"That sucks?" Bellatrix replies, seemingly a bit confused as to why that has anything to do with being in the pool. Still, even in the dim light, Lily can see something flicker across Bellatrix eyes, gone too soon for her to be able to decipher the meaning of. "You're going to leave him, right?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow, I think."

"Want me to murder him for you?" Bellatrix jokes. Or, well, Lily hopes she's joking, but she can't be a hundred percent sure that Bellatrix wouldn't do it. She has to remind herself that she doesn't actually know Bellatrix all that well. For some reason, Lily wouldn't put murder past her. That, once again, should be alarming in itself, but Lily can't seem to be anything but helplessly attracted to Bellatrix, not anymore. Maybe a small part of her wants her to do it, to kill someone for her. She buries the thought, ashamed of herself.

"I don't think that'll be necessary." Lily looks away. Desperate to change the topic, Lily glances at Bellatrix. "Wanna swim with me?" she looks up beneath her lashes. If James can fuck other people, then Lily might as well flirt a little.

***

The following night, Lily gets to the pool later than she usually does. Bellatrix is already there, sitting on the side of the pool like they always do. Something in the air has Lily feeling uncertain. Her gut tells her to turn away and go, the way it has not done since the first time she met Bellatrix.

She ignores the unsavory feeling in her stomach and starts going to Bellatrix. She'd been trying to find James the whole evening, planning to finally confront him. She was looking for him well into the night, and when she still had no idea where James was, she decided to just come here instead.

It's always Lily who's here first. Now, she walks towards Bellatrix, intending to tell her why she's so late. Before Lily can make it more than five steps forward, though, she's stopped short by what she sees. Her breath catches in her throat. Bellatrix turns to look at her, a manic grin on her lips, which confirms that what Lily sees floating in the water is definitely Bellatrix's doing.

Because there, right in the middle of the pool, is James' bleeding body, the water around him colored a deep, stark crimson.

[masterqwertster]

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Evergreen Prompt

💐 Let’s talk about romance in an AU of soulmates.

So it's well-known in the Soul Bloom AU that not all soulmates are romantic and many are, in fact, platonic. Which means that there's not a dominant culture of "Trying to save myself for my soulmate." Though it's not entirely uncommon if one only has one soulmate to attempt a wait-and-see on romancing their soulmate.

This more relaxed take on the mystery of romantic vs platonic soulmates does, of course, lead to kerfuffles on occasion when the not-awaited soulmate ends up being romantic while (at least) one side has started a romance with someone else. Well, kerfuffles or throuples. It really depends on the temperament and openness of the people involved.

And there's no shame in a non-soulmate romance, just some uncertainty on its ability to last versus a soulmate bond. Not everybody is willing to handle that uncertainty. Which is a bit of a false dichotomy since it's perfectly possible to go through a breakup with a soulmate and permanently move from romantic to platonic. Really, the only difference is that soulmates have a much higher chance of coming out of a divorce/breakup as good friends instead of bitterly hating each other to the end.

🫂 I cannot resist adding some EPISODE 68 SPOILERS-based stuff.

It's been a backburner headcanon of mine for a long while that genasi are sensitive to elemental magics and stuff, or at least have a stronger sense of it than the average person, and that they can kind of sense the elemental strength of another genasi's bloodline if given the chance.

So since Dorian and Ashton would know each other for over 1 year in this AU instead of canon's 10 days, there's much more time and a much better chance for Dorian to take this elemental genasi read of Ashton.

As you can guess it gets a wild result that Dorian is in no way prepared for.

Ashton's elemental bloodline is terrifyingly powerful. Just, inconceivably potent. And this is coming from basically a prince of a genasi nation who has met and assessed so many other genasi. Dorian's discomfort is not helped by Ashton being of his opposite element.

On the other hand, Dorian never feels safer than when Ashton is in support of him. How can he not feel safe and reassured with such power backing him up?

It's a very confusing time/settling in period for Dorian.

Meanwhile, Ashton is completely ignorant because they weren't raised in any genasi culture and have no fucking clue about the "titan of blood" thing. Dorian is just their anxiety-ridden personal improvement friend project.

❓Look, EPISODE 68 SPOILERS have me by the throat. This has to go to the Ashton of the Ashari AU

🍃 The Ashari don't figure out the "titan of blood" angle until Ashton has finished their Shift to genasi. The primordial power infused into them is too busy settling in and changing Ashton to be noticeable as more than the usual elemental overcharge that causes a Shift until the deed is done.

The titan blood is noticed as part of a check-up. Particularly as the part where Ashton is being checked to make sure the elemental power has settled properly. The doctor actually has no clue what to make of the extreme power resting in Ashton, and bumps it up the line.

After Pa'tice talks with Keyleth about this discovery, which they're currently keeping quiet to keep things calm, it's decided that the doc will take a read of Grog and the Titanstone Knuckles. This is because the Hishari's stated goal was "Revive the Titans!" and it seems like the smart thing to do to have some idea of how far towards that goal what happened to Ashton might be.

Yeah, turns out it's really close, as the feeling of primordial power from Ashton is on par with the Titanstone Knuckles, and the kid is only twelve.

Out of concern for what people might do to someone with titan powers, it's agreed to keep this between the Ashari headmasters and Ashton's doctor. They don't want Ashton to be ostracized, put on a pedestal, dissected, or any other plethora of things that would single out the poor kid. He's been through enough having his original home and family being ripped away (even if they were the cultists who did this to him).

This information is also an eyeopener to how Hishari wasn't baseless and destroyed achieving nothing toward their stated goal. And definitely creates a (quiet) priority to investigate into what the fuck was actually going on there and what happened.

Also, the idea that the headmasters were operating under in keeping this secret was that unless/until something more titan-y happened with Ashton, he didn't need to know and should be allowed to live as "normally" as possible.

It was also at this point that they decided to not teach/encourage a druidic path to Ashton, because that sounded like trouble that could easily get out of control. Just look at their unfocused work bossing around eidolons before and partway through the Shift.

There probably also would have been some concern about Ashton's six years of silence/ no contact, if the foster parents hadn't done a decent job of covering up the argument and lack of further communication to keep up appearances.

For the canon reveal of "titan of blood" vs this AU, it's more Ashton demanding answers because they've been fucking running into scraps and bits of information that was previously denied to them and finally have Keyleth for a sit-down talk. Though Keyleth also gets to discover the equally dangerous and vast power of the dunamancy brain juice. Probably along the lines of: "Let me check how that titan stuff is holding up. ...Oh, that's new. What have you been doing, young man, to find a second super power to get infused with?"

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[unconditionaldrarry]

74?

I started writing this over a year ago, you may send in prompts (if you want to) but it might take me another 2 years to write it

This is the first of 26 (so far) prompts that were sent in so i’d just like to say a massive thank you!! idk how long it will take me to do them all but i’ll try my best, I will probably link them al together too

prompt list

Prompt: “Did you black out?” - “I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

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Harry Potter had no bloody clue where he was when he woke up, and usually that wouldn’t concern him.

Except this morning he woke up next to a blonde, who was naked, in what was obviously a hotel bedroom.

Upon closer inspection Harry realised that he too was naked, and the naked stranger was in fact not a stranger at all, but Draco Malfoy.

Harry shut his eyes and tried to remember how the hell they could’ve gotten here, and why they were naked?! He hadn’t seen Draco properly since they were 17, and he couldn’t recall any plans to meet the man.

“Oh, fuck.” Moaned the man lying next to him. He rolled over and looked at Harry with an expression of disgust.

“Morning.”

“Shut up, Potter.”

“Malfoy, why am I laid in bed naked, with you?”.

He groaned again and lay back down. “Did you black out?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I can’t remember anything before a club I went to last night.”

Draco frowned. “Was it by any chance a club called Heaven?”

Harry could feel himself blushing. It was a gay club, and all though he was lying naked next to a man who obviously knew of this gay club, he was embarrassed.

“Uh, yeah, it was.”

Draco nodded his head slowly. “I was there too, last night. We bumped into each other. You were already very drunk by the time we met up.”

“Still doesn’t explain how we ended up here, and naked.”

Draco chuckled. “I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that, Potter, so don’t worry. We didn’t have sex. But you definitely wanted to, alright. You refused to go home and it didn’t feel right to leave you, so I brought us to this hotel and the only room they had left was this double.”

“And the nudity?” Harry asked.

“You threw up on us both in the middle of trying to kiss me. It was easier just to take all of our clothes off, except you may notice I am in boxers and you are not, at your insistence.”

Harry cringed at himself. That certainly sounded like him- drunk him, anyway.

“I do apologise for that, thank you for looking after me.”

“Well when a guy tells you he’s been fantasising about fucking you for the past 4 years it does make one feel rather flattered.”

“I did not say that!” Harry gasped. He groaned s straight after as he felt his stomach flip.

“I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

“Well don’t be sick on me, again, Potter. Come on, I’ll help you into the shower.”

Together they staggered into the en suite bathroom and Harry managed to wash himself without throwing up.

When he emerged from the bathroom he saw that Draco had gotten dressed and sent a cleaning spell off on their hotel room, which now smelt remarkably less like vomit and booze.

“You smell a lot better Potter, how are you feeling?”

Harry rolled his eyes at the comment, telling Malfoy to shut up, but also that he felt fine- if a little embarrassed me

“Well, I’m going to get off now, places to be and all that.” Draco made his way towards the door before Harry stopped him.

“Wait, I know this’ll sound dumb, but can I take you out for breakfast?”

Draco looked shocked at the question, but his face then shifted into a smile. “I think it’s lunch now, Potter.”

“Then let me take you out for lunch, Draco.”

The blond seemed apprehensive and Harry wasn’t sure if he’d accept or run for the hills.

“Is this a date?” He asked.

“I’d like it to be.” Harry replied nervously.

“Alright then, Harry. Let’s go for lunch”.

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I cannot tell you how long this has been in my drafts. I know I’ve been inactive for a while but I’m going to post a few of my drafts because I’ve got a bit of creative inspiration right now, hope you enjoyed :)

[puppypeter]

✨ All fics are complete! ✨

He Loves Me Cause I’m Cute, He Thinks I’m Pretty Funny | 2588 words 📱

He watches it back one more time after it posts, checking for typos in his subtitles and captions, and has to laugh again.

Steve fucking Rogers? His brain thought he could pull Captain America, literal superhero and America’s favorite sweetheart?

“Hello I’m a 35 year old amputee living in New York and I think that I could get Steve Rogers.”

OR

the one where bucky posts a tiktok and steve is utterly smitten.

Summer Slipped Us Underneath Her Tongue | 10712 words 🧳

Bucky is a tour guide who enjoys sharing the rich history and culture of each city they pass through with a bunch of early-20's college students who just want to know the cheapest place to get drunk.

Except for Steve, who asks Bucky for a personal tour around his hometown.

The rest is, as they say, history.

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet | 3853 words 🧑🏼‍🍳

“I made soda bread.” Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.” The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

Ollie Meets Bagel | 5517 words 🥯

He was a skater boy, Steve said let's get bagels, boy.

Steve wants to start doing this twenty-first century thing properly. He gets help in the form of skateboarding, skateboarders, bagels, and Sam Wilson.

Taxi | 5113 words 🚕

Bucky Barnes was, he hoped, a good taxi driver.

He's so good, he actually tries to return lost property that ends up left in his car and... well. It has some unexpected consequences involving a National Icon.

Enough said.

Leg Day | 12157 words 🏋️‍♂️

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Love In Aisle Four | 2127 words 🛍️

When Bucky needs to swing by the supermarket after a long, hard day of work, the last thing he expects is to meet a cute grocery clerk named Steve…

Coming Up Easy | 45515 words ✍🏻

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

Anywhere The Wind Blows | 8845 words 👨‍🚒🎖️

After a catastrophic fire that shakes him to his core, Steve Rogers quits his job as a Brooklyn firefighter and relocates to a cabin in the remote Canadian wilderness, wanting quiet and solitude and to maybe never have to speak to another human being ever again. He gets his wish, more or less, until a recently injured Bucky Barnes is discharged from the Army and rents the cabin next door.

The Safer Course | 7918 words | Part 1 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡

When Steve moves to the suburbs in 2033, he intends to retire from superhero life.

He does not intend to fall in love with his pain-in-the-ass neighbor.

Every Year I Have You | 7064 words | Part 2 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡

Steve set the bar pretty high, as birthday presents go.

Bucky is determined to outdo him when July 4th comes around.

Beneath The Mistletoe | 21203 words 🎄

Bucky had a bet with his sister that if he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring home for Christmas by the time he was 25, he had to give her $200 and go blonde for a year. But now he's 25, it’s nearing December, and not only is Bucky as single as ever, but he’s also running low on cash. He doesn’t exactly want to bleach his hair, either.

At least Steve is willing to upgrade their relationship from best friends to fake boyfriends.

The Settler | 52203 words 🍞

“What do you want to do?”

Steve pauses and looks at them.

What he wants is to stay with them. He doesn't have any family left, they all died before he even joined the war and became... this. Captain America turned whatever he is now. But Natasha and Sam have become his family over the years. Not just because they're on the run together, fugitives and vigilantes, but way before that too.

He doesn't want to leave that.

But he knows that, realistically, he can't stay with them and they can't stay with him.

So he looks at them with a smile and lies. “I don't know.”

OR; In which Steve retires and finally finds a place to call home.

You Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory | 1148 words 🐈

"Alright, Bucky," Steve slows his steps, watches his neighbour stop at the bottom of the next flight of stairs. There's a canvas bag in his hand that Steve didn't notice earlier, cream coloured with the figure of a sleeping, black cat painted on it. "Have a good day."

He thinks Bucky's cheeks pink up a bit right then and there, but Steve can't tell. He's too distracted by his pounding, foolish heart, by the way Bucky smiles bashfully, and ducks his head. The way he seems like he wants to stay.

To Believe In Tomorrow | 3959 words 👨🏻‍🌾

Bucky's mornings at the community garden get a little more interesting when the new guy shows up.

Maybe This Christmas | 24873 words | Part 1 of Maybe ❄️

Bucky’s not going home for Christmas. But it’s fine. He’s spending Christmas alone in his apartment, but it’s cool. He’s not feeling up to seeing his family after his accident anyway, plus he has to work. He’s totally fine with it. But then he runs into Steve, literally, and suddenly his Christmas isn’t looking so empty after all.

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Hurrying was a bad idea. Bucky’s foot hits a patch of ice and slides out from under him in what would have been a comical cartoon banana-peel-like trip, if it wasn’t happening to him, and he braces himself to hit the ground. This is going to hurt.

“Fuck,” Bucky screeches, but as he lands on his back, it’s not the cold hard concrete he expected, but a solid mass beneath him. Oh god, Bucky thinks as he realises he smacked into the person behind him and took them down with him.

Maybe This Year (Will Be Better Than Last) | 133868 words | Part 2 of Maybe ❄️

Last year, Bucky Barnes met Steve Rogers. Well actually, he slipped and fell on him. What followed was the best Christmas either of them had ever had. But what happens when Christmas is over and life returns to normal? What happens after the Christmas miracle?

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Bucky should have known. He did know. When things seem too good to be true, they usually are. And Steve is the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, possibly ever, so of course it couldn’t last.

Maybe This Time (I Hope I Get The Chance To Say Goodbye) | 34561 words | Part 3 of Maybe ❄️

Steve and Bucky Barnes are happily married. They've made it through some hard times and come out stronger and happier, together. Then Steve gets called on to come out of retirement for the most important mission of his life and everything changes. Everything.

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“Have yourself a merry little Christmas…” Steve starts singing along softly, and Bucky chuckles, before leaning his head onto Steve’s shoulder, always happy when he’s in Steve’s arms.

“From now on, our troubles will be miles away…” Bucky joins in.

Dancing round their living room, just as in love as ever, their troubles seem light-years away, if not non-existent.

Sadly, they’re closer than they think.

The Unexpected Gift | 9504 words | Part 1 of When Winter Comes 🐕

Steve Rogers is fine.

After ending a long-term relationship with Sam Wilson, Steve moves back to New York. He's tired and lonely but depressed? No. At least, that's what he thinks.

From the window of his apartment, he watches a dark-haired man and his service dog sitting in the park, wondering what his story is.

The Winter Storm | 2218 words | Part 2 of When Winter Comes 🐕

"If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability you see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me."

After Bucky and Steve confessed their feelings for each other, life has its own twisted way to challenge the most profound love.

One January Night | 4213 words | Part 3 of When Winter Comes 🐕

Before going back to work, Steve Rogers still has things to learn: 1- Depression is a bitch and the battle against it isn't an easy one. 2- Dating a person with disabilities comes with its share of challenges.

Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (And Other Lies He Tells Himself) | 14159 words 🔒

You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what.

But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.

Obvious | 917 words ☕

"Oh, I have a prompt! So, it makes me laugh how painfully obvious Steve and Bucky's feelings are to everyone when they're in that pining, slowburn, does-he-doesn't-he phase. But imagine Steve and Bucky working in a coffee shop together and constantly bickering, nudging and playfully flirting with each other. And all the employees and patrons are so invested in their relationship and just want them to kiss already but no one realizes that Steve and Bucky have been married since they got out of HS."

[takamikeiigos]

• though keigo tends to be loud, seemingly carefree, and outgoing, he's convinced himself that hero work is his #1 priority and he has zero time to be getting all up in a tizzy about feelings

• this man probably doesn't even know what a long, meaningful hug feels like. but what does it matter because he's a hero, he doesn't have time to be mulling over that kinda stuff

• now don't get me wrong, keigo has all of the basic human wants and needs for love, affection, companionship, etc. but has managed to tuck those thoughts away deep in the back of his mind

• so he spends his free time alone watching movies by himself while eating takeout, or finding somewhere high on the skyline to perch upon while the breeze caresses him and gives him comfort while he's deep in his thoughts

• when it comes to his avian characteristics and needs, he knows many people don't understand so he tends to them himself

• long tiresome processes of preening his own wings, often getting aggravated when he can't reach a spot or can't get certain feathers to lay flat

• or when it's that time of the season and he continuously chooses to go through his ruts alone because he hasn't allowed himself time to slow down and properly take care of it, because he grew up too fast and exploring his own wants and needs was never an option

• let's talk about keigo nesting during a rut bc of pure instinct but suddenly coming to the harsh reality that he has no one to share it with

• ouch

• imagine the first time he meets you

• you think he's probably the most loud and obnoxious motherfucker you've ever met but he grows on you over time

• its only after spending a bit of time by his side that you realize little things about him that kinda break your heart

• he smiles and jokes around a lot, but when you catch him deep in thought or slipping you notice the vacant stares that make him seem far, far away

• or the fact that he doesn't touch people unless they prompt first, whether it's a high five or a pat on the shoulder, but his hands mostly remain in his pockets or by his sides otherwise

• so it breaks your heart even more when you go to give him a quick hug before checking out for the day and he completely tenses up, clearly not sure how to react

• it occupies most of your thoughts that night, before it finally dawns on you that keigo didn't reciprocate because he didn't know how to (not literally, of course)

• from then on you touch him more often - like gently putting your hand on his shoulder when you're reaching over him, or placing your hand on the small of his back when moving around him

• over-all you're in his space more, always standing a few inches closer so your shoulders touch or your hands brush

• but let's talk about that one time you both go on a mission together and keigo gets knocked around a lil bit

• you're finally able to catch up to him and the idiot is standing there covered in bruises, feathers missing and his hero outfit almost torn to shreds, and he has the audacity to smile at you like he didn't just get knocked into next week

• he tenses again when you run up to him and pull him into a frantic hug, worry ebbing from your entire being but grateful that he's still standing and alive

• but the exhaustion finally catches up to him and its then that his wall comes crashing down, his arms wrapping around you like he's clinging to you for dear life, and his head is resting on your shoulder, coming free of all those heavy thoughts he's been carrying with him

• things slowly change after that

• months later you two end up together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were lost but finally found, a relief of a perfect fit

• he texts you constantly - whether it's of things that remind him of you, or a picture of a cat he saw while on patrols, or even just to let you know you mean the world to him

• when you’re both together he almost always ends up being the one to initiate physical contact now, staying close in your space and his hand always rest against you

• on nights after a long day of patrolling, he'll come over and you'll put a movie on, cuddling close together on the couch while eating the most unhealthy junk food you could find to take the edge off

• you catch him smiling to himself one of those times, and when you look at him curiously, he shakes his head and laughs quietly

• "'s nothing baby bird, just nice to finally have someone to do this with"

• on another tiresome evening of patrolling, he flies through your bedroom window (you always leave it unlocked and open for him) and perches on your windowsill

• you can instantly tell something is bothering him by the way he's holding himself, his wings twitching and his body tense

• so you beckon him to come sit on your bed with you, thinking maybe a back rub will ease the tension. but when he finally sits down in front of you, the disarray of tangled feathers is the answer to your unasked questions

• you tell him to relax and he does, but when you hesitantly run your fingers against his feathers he nearly jumps out of his skin

• you pull your hand away as if it was burned and when you ask if you accidentally hurt him, he flushes and avoids eye contact

• "no! no, you didn't hurt me. they're just.. sensitive. 'm just not used to people touching them like that. but it.. it feels good"

• so you continue running your fingers through his feathers gently, making sure they're all in place and pulling the loose ones from his wings

• he’s all breathy sighs underneath your hands and you swear you hear him cooing every once in a while and your heart melts at the amount of intimacy and trust

• it turns into a ritual after rough days, and neither of you mind it

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• so look, i’m not saying keigo is a virgin but we're gonna keep going with this little needy & touch starved trend we got going. to each their own

• keigo loves being touched, but he also loves touching you

• i’m talking always pressing up against you when you’re both alone, face nuzzled in your neck while biting and licking, hands on your hips and squeezing

• clinging to you when you’re about to get out of bed, or sneaking into the shower with you bc he misses your warmth and is craving some skin on skin contact, his head nuzzled into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you from behind

• tbh he’s probably still half asleep as he does this, too. you basically have him completely limp in your arms when you turn to start scrubbing his hair

• i’m getting a little off topic, huh?

• he’s always trying to get your attention, especially when he knows you’re busy

• he’s almost always breathless when things get hot and heavy, nearly falling apart over a make-out session

• but when you finally get him out of his clothes and on the bed where you want him, the experience is one you want to relive forever

• he’s got this wonton facial expression, chest flushed and wings puffed out, lips parted with unspoken pleas as you touch him

• the first time you even touch his dick he nearly loses it, head tossed back and fingers gripping the sheets

• "fuck.. fuck that feels so good dove, please don't stop"

• he’s so sensitive, his skin feels like it might burst into flames because of how worked-up he's getting

• the sight of him falling apart from a simple hand job is a sight to see, something you weren't expecting to get you going but it is

• you stroke him slow, your grip just loose enough where he ends up having to work for it, all the while you're gauging his expressions

• keigo is a talker, loud and completely unashamed of the filth pouring from his lips as he fucks up into your fist, his jaw slack and his brown pinched in pleasure and concentration

• "please baby, right there. god, you feel so fucking good, please don't stop. fuuuuck"

• when you decide to touch his wings out of sheer curiosity, you weren't expecting to his reaction to turn you on as much as it did

• keigo arching off the bed with a broken "f-fuck!", yanking you forward into a harsh kiss as he moans broken please and appraisals into your mouth, whining

• he finally comes in thick spurts over your hand, his hips stuttering as he thrusts upward to milk the final drops of his come, chest heaving and breathy pants falling against your lips, his hands tangled in your hair

• touch starved, needy, and sensitive

don't get me started on my man's going into a rut. whoo, good stuff.

sorry this is so long!! i got very carried away once i got into it.

if anyone wants to request anything, please do?? i would love that, especially since I'm trying to learn more about this beautiful bird-boy. nonetheless i hope y'all enjoyed!!

♡ ky

[tacticaldiary]

Not Jealous

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Fluff

He’s not jealous. He’s not. Impossible...so what was this horrible feeling clawing at his chest, urging him to do something about Denki getting a little too friendly? Why does he feel the need to punch something. Jealousy is an ugly thing as Bakugou finds out. 

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He hated this. He didn't care, but at the same time he hated it. 

The way Y/N threw her head back to laugh or, god forbid, giggle at something Dunce Face over there had said made his blood boil for some reason. The way he had his arm thrown around her made him want to punch something, and the obvious, lazy flirting made him want to yell at someone. 

The whole class was lounging in the living room, Bakugou sitting on one of the couches next to Y/N and Denki. He was in full hearing range of the terrible jokes and laughs. Every now and then he chances a glance to them.

It doesn’t help his rising temper

Why was Dunce Face the one who got to be near Y/N? Why the hell was he allowed to touch her? Obviously it’s not like he cared or anything. He didn’t care that he wanted to be the one sitting next to Y/N, no that was just stupid. 

It’s not like his heart fucking fluttered everytime she shot him a smile, or offered to spar with him. Nope. Not like he admired how she was one of the only people who didn’t take his bullshit, or how headstrong and confident and powerful she was, how she practically radiated every time she walked in the room, or even how he went out of his way to be around her. 

It wasn’t his fault she needed obvious tutoring to get her 95% up to a 100%. Not his fault their quirks were compatible and they were usually assigned to train together. She obviously needed to be walked to recovery girl every time she got hurt, who knows what stupid shit she’d pull if no one accompanied her, (granted he was always the one who insisted on taking her, fuck off Deku.).

Any extra time they spent together was purely coincidental, and...fuck he was in love-

The day Bakugou had realised it was when he was walking her to her dorm. The grateful smile she’d given him accompanied with a “Thank you, Katsuki.” had quite literally knocked the breath out of him. He loved the way his name sounded on her lips. 

“What the hell, Denki!?” Y/N’s laugh rings through the room. That most definitely was not his name. He turns to them, his scowl deepening as he sees Y/N grab his arm to keep herself upright. Denki laughs with her, looking highly amused. Bakugou's eyes linger on them and something claws at his chest, a horrible emotion that makes him want to snatch you away, as far away from Dunce Face as possible. 

The loud bang the echoes through the room startles everyone into silence. Bakugou rises to his feet and swears, grabbing onto his left hand, which he had accidentally ignited. One of the pillows behind him was scorched black, the smell of burnt cotton filling the room. He rarely every loses control of his quirk like that, regardless of how small the explosion was. 

“Kacchan-?”

“Bakugo, you-”

“Holy shit! You okay?” Y/N is the first to react, cutting Izuku and Kirishima off and standing, walking over to Bakugou.She grabs his hand and brings it up to examine it for any damage. If it were anyone else they would have had their face blown off by now “Why’d you-”

“Shut up.” he says lowly, glaring at her, before harshly ripping his hand away and turning on heel, stalking up into the hallway, to his room presumably. He was still fuming, now the added anger of having lost control like that adding to the frustration. 

Shutting the door, he looks down at his hands and sighs. In the confinements of his own personal space, he allows himself to think properly. Fuck, he hated this, he hated feeling like this.

He ignores the knock on the door, plopping down on his desk chair. He knew full well who it was, and he really didn’t want to deal with this right now. The knocking continues and is this time accompanied by a familiar voice. 

“Don’t be an asshole, I know you’re in there! Open the door.”

Ignoring seems to work, he thinks...he thinks wrong. Before he can react, he hears the doorknob turn and the sound of the door creaking open tells him that he foolishly forgot to lock the door. He spins the chair to glare at Y/N

“The fuck do you want?”

“I want to know why you’ve been acting more pissy than usual today.” She states closing the door behind her with a click. 

“Keep wondering then.”

“It would be much easier if you just told me.” She crosses her arms.

Bakugou shrugs with a scowl. “Shouldn’t you be out there? Wouldn’t wanna waste your precious quality time with Dunce Face now would you?” His scowl becomes harsher at the thought. Y/N pauses, silence filling the space between them for a few seconds. 

“You’re...oh my god, Katsuki, are you...jealous or something?” She asks, snickering a little. 

“What the hell? I’m not jealous.” He gets to his feet and yells, fists clenched. He wasn't jealous.

“You are! You’re jealous! Katsuki Bakugou is jealous!” Y/N laughs, ignoring the murderous look on the others face. Before she knows it, she’s yanked forward by her collar, close to a very much seething Bakugou. 

“I’m not jealous, you little shit.” He growls lowly, his fist bunching the front of Y/N’s shirt. 

“Your actions tell me otherwise.” Her eyes flicker down to his hold, before going back up to meet his fiery ones. She suddenly realizes how close they are, she can practically feel his breath fanning over her face. She goes quiet at the thought, a flush creeping up her face. Bakugou notices the lack of retort, and a slow smirk spreads across his face as he sees how red the other is.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Where’s the witty retorts now, shithead?” he yanks her closer, almost tauntingly. 

“I left them with Kaminari, I guess.” Y/N says quietly after recovering from the initial shock. SHe grins as she’s released and shoved away almost immediately.

“So it’s Kaminari now?” he cocks his head to the side.

“That bothers you?”

“Obviously not. Do what you want, idiot.” He scoffs, looking away with a scowl. Y/N contemplates her options. She could push the point and risk Bakugou completely pushing her away...or she could leave and address the problem later. 

Later. A word she’s all too familiar with. She’s been putting off doing something as trivial as confessing till ‘later’ for the past few months. She can’t exactly pinpoint how or why she fell for this hotheaded, stubborn, asshole of an unfairly attractive idiot, but she knows that she’ll have to tell him sometime, even if he rejects her and doesn’t feel the same. After a few seconds of thought she makes up her mind and shrugs.

“All right. Guess I’ll go spend some more time with Kaminari then. Since you don’t mind.” She turns and pulls the door open. Before it can open more than a few inches, however, it’s forcibly slammed shut by a hand next to her head. She turns around in surprise and is met with Bakugou glaring down at her. 

“...What?” She prompts when he doesn’t speak. 

He continues glaring down at her in silence, seemingly fighting a mental battle over something. It seems like the debate is settled however, when he sighs in annoyance and leans down, crashing their mouths together harshly.  

It only lasts a few seconds, a few fiery, explosive, wonderful seconds, before Y/N is left shell-shocked, as Bakugou pulls away, still scowling. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t move away. 

“Uh...I- that was-...” Y/N stutters, before gathering herself and meeting his gaze with a small smile. “I should take that as a sign that you like me back?” She relishes the way he’s caught off guard since it doesn’t happen often. His eyes widen slightly in surprise and the hand on the door next to her head slips down just a fraction. 

“Figured it out already, dumbass?” he grumbles, still keeping her fixed to her place with his eyes.

“Sorry...guess I short-circuited for a second.” She can’t help it. When Bakugou scowls and pulls away harshly, she reaches out and grabs his waist, attempting to keep him in place. “Kidding! I’m kidding, Katsuki!” She chuckles and hearing her laugh is the only thing that stops Bakugou from not prying her hands off him. 

“There’s nothing going on between me and Denki, if you were curious. I’ve liked you for a while now and he knows that.” The tips of her ears turn red at the confession. Bakugou stares at her for a second, not seeing any hints of a lie. He relaxes a little and scoffs. 

“Never said I was curious.” he rolls his eyes and Y/N shakes her head with a breathy laugh. 

“Sure, Katsuki. Sure.”

When they return to the common area together, they’re sent questioning glances, but everyone knows better than to ask. Y/N sits next to Bakugou and Bakugou’s the one who has his arm around her and Bakugou’s the guy who gets to hear her laugh and he’s the one who gets to spend time with her.

He obviously wasn’t jealous before.

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Author’s Note: My first Bnha fic! Honestly, I’m so excited to start writing for this fandom, so send your requests in! They really get my creativity flowing!

Requests Are Open And Welcome

[the-fusionist]

Give me damianette fluff or jasonette fluff with a song

A/N: Hello, all! I am back! This is a very late answer, which I'm sorry for @rebecarojas07. But, it's here now! I went a little off from the prompt and it's a little angsty in the beginning, but it gets better! Also, constructive criticism is welcome, since its been a while. Also, no beta, we die like Jason Todd. I wrote 1800 words just now and I am hoping they mesh well together.

Warnings: Some cursing, slight angst, cheating, hand holding, and kissing

Song: PUBLIC - Make You Mine

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Marinette cried as she sat on the rooftop while Tikki hugged her.

She was here in Gotham as Ladybug in order to deal with a crisis involving a missing miraculous with Zatanna and Batman, along with several other American heroes she had gotten to know. The mission had taken her a month and she had needed to go undercover for a large portion of the mission, severing contact with her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. It should all have been fine, they trusted each other.

Now he’s a former boyfriend.

Alya Cesaire was a rock in Marinette’s life, and she was always there for her. If it hadn’t been for Alya Cesaire, her most reliable confidante, the break up might have never happened so soon and she would have stayed oblivious. If it hadn’t been for Alya’s pictures, Marinette would probably have never believed it herself. Five pictures of Adrien Agreste and Lila Rossi, making out on several different occasions.

She wanted to believe it wasn’t true, but if she was being honest with herself she should have seen it coming. Heck, Tikki had seen it coming. They had been having more arguments as of recently. And the time that she had spent apart from Adrien on a mission had simply driven them further apart from each other. She thought back to the times she had complained to Adrien about how Lila was always so touchy with him during photoshoots, he said that it was all business that he couldn’t avoid because of his father. That she was overreacting and being too clingy. That there was nothing between him and Lila.

But those pictures existed. They were in broad daylight, and both Adrien Agreste and Lila Rossi seemed to have no shame, acting in public spaces. She sent one text to Adrien.

We're over.

The message was read, and there was no reply.

That was a month ago. Marinette was getting better, very slowly. Plagg and Tikki stuck with her and supported her, but Marinette still had some nights where she refused to talk to anyone and cried alone. She had set up an arrangement with her parents so she could stay in Gotham, as she needed time away from the city of love. She could never have been more thankful.

Especially when she saw the viral video of someone throwing a bag of flour at Adrien Agreste and Lila Rossi during a photoshoot. Marinette had burst out laughing when she saw the video, and she had a feeling her parents were behind it and had gotten away with it.

But still, sometimes there were days where she couldn’t shrug off the tears. They flowed freely as she swung her spotted legs from her seat on the edge of a random rooftop. She had finished patrol, and she had begun to think back to all the nights she used to spend patrolling Paris with Adrien. She felt her heart seize as she gazed out into the grey landscape of Gotham.

Well, I will call you darlin' and everything will be okay

Suddenly, she heard a throat clear behind her and a cough.

Turning around, she found herself staring at the Red Hood. She quickly wiped at her eyes in an attempt to hide that she had been crying. She had heard rumors of the Red Hood, especially of how he often murdered criminals and at some point in the past had been the leader of a criminal empire.

But, Batman trusted him. And she trusted Batman, so she should be able to trust him and this was a completely safe situation. At least, that’s what she told herself.

She heard him clear his throat again, and she realized she must have gotten lost in her thoughts. She focused back on him, albeit it was somewhat warily.

“Hello darlin’, shit wait, that was too cringey. Damn, I’m sorry.”

She felt her lips quirk upwards in a smile.

The Red Hood coughed, before holding out a steaming cup of coffee to her, and in a questioning tone asked, “Let me try again. You’re Ladybug, right? I saw you having a moment here earlier while I was on patrol, so I just wanted to give you this and offer an ear to listen to you rant if you want?”

Marinette felt her heartbeat quicken, and she felt herself blush under her mask as she replied, “Thank you so much. You’re the Red Hood, right? It’s nice to meet you. And yeah, I would like to rant, that would be super nice.”

So he sat down next to her. She doesn’t know what made her do so, but she told him almost everything. How her former boyfriend had cheated on her while she was on a mission, and how she felt so betrayed when she found out. She told him all about the loneliness and the bitter homesickness she constantly felt.

And he listened, without pity. He listened to every word she spoke, nodding at the right moments of her story, reassuring her she was right, and cussing out Adrien Agreste with her.

That was the first time she met Jason Todd, the man underneath the helmet of the Red Hood.

'Cause I know that I am yours and you are mine

Several months passed, and their relationship progressed from there. The two fell into comfortable friendship and eventually revealed their identities.

But, Marinette couldn’t deny that she had caught herself blushing as she stared at Jason during training or patrol, admiring him.

It was a similar situation for Jason. He still curses himself for the time that Marinette had smiled at him as she swung by during patrol, and he had been so caught up with staring at her dazzling smile that he didn’t notice himself walk right off a building. He was fine, his pride bruised more than anything else.

The point was, they fit well together. They bantered and seemed to constantly toe the line between friendship and something more, to the point where others began to take notice. Jason’s siblings teased him, while Alya and Nino would give Marinette suggestive looks over facetime whenever she mentioned Jason.

They got along so well, and everyone could see it. Marinette and Jason were also starting to believe it themselves. Marinette felt that she was his, and Jason knew that he was hers. They had each other wrapped around their fingers, without even realizing.

Doesn't matter anyway

Marinette was on patrol with Jason when she checked her phone and tears of anger welled up in her eyes. It was a message from Adrien.

Lila and I are over now. We should get back together now, I miss what we had.

Jason saw Marinette’s face change, and he felt angry too when Marinette showed him the text. Adrien Agreste was fucking pathetic.

“Who does he think he is? He thinks he can cheat on me and get back together? He doesn’t even have a place in my life anymore. He doesn’t even matter to me anymore.”

“You don’t need that fucker, Marinette, like how dare he act like you guys can get back together after what he did? Honestly, he’s fucking pathetic. I bet he’s sitting all fucking alone in his apartment after breaking up with Lila, thinking he matters to you. What a pretentious shit stain.”

Marinette felt herself move before she could properly think about what she was doing. Jason hadn’t anticipated her action, and he felt himself let out a small laugh of surprise when he felt Marinette hug him, her face pressed into his leather jacket.

He couldn’t help but softly smile when he heard a muffled, “Thank you, Jason, for being here for me.”

In the night, we'll take a walk, it's nothing funny

Marinette heard a knock on her apartment window. She walked over and opened it to find Jason standing on her fire escape, giving her a sheepish smile.

“Jason, it's 2:00 a.m. and it isn’t even a patrol night? God damn it, Jason, I know that I don’t sleep at night, but what could you want right now?”

Jason’s smile grew brighter, “Want to get waffles and coffee?”

Marinette’s mood quickly changed, and she felt her lips quirk, “You want me to go out in the dark, all alone with you, to get waffles and coffee?”

“No funny business, just waffles and coffee.”

Marinette laughed before she quickly threw on a jacket and joined Jason on the fire escape, before descending down with him and beginning their moderate walk to a nearby café.

Just to talk

On the way, they talked about anything and everything. Books, fashion, superhero business, you name it. They were at peace.

Put your hand in mine

As they walked into the café, Jason noticed another man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, eyeing Marinette. He felt jealousy crawl up his spine, and he knew his eyes were flashing green at the moment.

Marinette had noticed, though she pretended not to. She also tried to pretend not to notice when Jason casually slipped his hand into her own, though she knew she was furiously blushing. Jason was flustered too, and she heard him stutter as he gave his order to a waitress.

For the rest of the night, their hands remained clasped. Tikki was giggling quietly from the inside of Marinette's purse.

You know that I want to be with you all the time

Though they never directly spoke about the hand holding, the two of them definitely gradually spent more time with each other.

They frequented various cafes and libraries and stores, in and out of costume. Someone once swore they saw the Red Hood and Ladybug at a movie theater throwing popcorn at each other. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before they got together, and several bets were made.

You know that I won't stop until I make you mine

Flash forward a week, and Marinette has asked Jason out on a date. He says yes. They’re both bright red when they enter the café, and this time their hands are clasped from the moment they enter.

The same waitress recognizes them, and she asks who asked the other out. She quickly finds out that Marinette made the first move. When she goes back to her place behind the counter, Marinette and Jason see a coworker slide her twenty bucks. They laugh, and enjoy the rest of their date, content with each other’s serene presence.

Until I make you mine

After they leave the café, a strong gust of wind blows. Marinette slightly shivers under the bite of the wind, before she feels a large warmth envelope her. Jason’s leather jacket is draped over her shoulders, and the man in question is gazing at her lovingly.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said before she reached up and pressed a warm kiss to his lips.

The End!

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[kar-krashew]

my someplace is here [AO3]

Five times Alec gay panics at a bus stop (ft. umbrellas, jackets, and a bus driver who really isn't paid enough for this).

rated: T

for @rainyhuman and @peachygos (ily!)

This is so cliché and over the top and I have absolutely no regrets <3. Sometimes (always) Alec is a himbo who is in love and his actions reflect this entirely. I don't control these things.

One.

Alec Lightwood doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but the man across the bus stop is absolutely gorgeous, and he’s twirling in the rain like a goddamn movie cliché, and Alec’s first thought is holy shit, so maybe Alec Lightwood is an idiot, and love at first sight is definitely a Thing.

Alec’s second thought is that the man is an absolute maniac— because really, the dude doesn’t even have a coat on— but Alec’s the one with an insane urge to kiss a stranger in the middle of the street, so, whatever; They’re probably both maniacs.

Alec’s third thought is that he’s about to miss his bus. Shit.

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Two.

For the record, Alec does not usually walk into bus stop poles while staring at his phone, nor does he usually yell out “Ow, shit — !” if the aforementioned event does happen to occur. He does, however, end up doing both of these things at once a week later, and the stifled laughter behind him informs him that someone at the stop has definitely seen him, and he’s never going to live this down, ever.

“I’ve personally found that walking around an obstacle tends to be much more effective, darling,” the someone says, and Alec supposes that was called for, but hey, rude. He looks up to face the speaker, preparing himself to be offended, and—

Oh.

It’s the beautiful stranger from last time.

The man smirks at him from the bench, drenched again, and God, he’s even prettier up close. Brown eyes, smudged eyeliner, water trickling down his neck, with a tunic open down to his navel and pants that look painted on— Alec’s brain is short-circuiting.

“Hit your head a little hard there? Or do you just see something you like?”

“Huh?” Alec glances up from where he’s been staring at the man’s collarbones.

“I asked if you saw something you liked, pretty boy,” the man repeats.

Alec opens his mouth, presumably to say something that would be considered appropriate and normal in this situation, but he somehow misses his own memo and instead stammers out: “I, uh, I have an umbrella.”

He prays the rain will have mercy and just drown him on the spot.

The man’s brow quirks upwards in amusement. “Excuse me?”

Alec, unfortunately, is still alive, so he must now suffer the embarrassment he’s managed to cause himself and find a way to explain whatever has just come out of his mouth. He ducks his head, trying to avoid eye contact as he speaks. “If you want it,” he elaborates, “I have an umbrella I can give you.”

The stranger just looks at him for a moment. Alec’s sure he’s going to be told to fuck off (which would be a perfectly understandable reaction and probably have been his own in this situation) but after another second, the man defies all of his expectations and grins, so wide that it steals a little of Alec’s breath away.

“Handsome and chivalrous, I see. Do you make a habit of offering your belongings to strangers?” the guy asks. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll need it later. Perhaps you should rescind your offer, I promise I won’t harbor any grudges.”

“I have a coat,” Alec insists, “and you’re. . .” —incredibly attractive, doing things to my brain function— “more in need of its services.”

He’s not really sure why he’s so adamant about this, especially since the man is right: he will be needing the umbrella later, but his pride’s involved now, and he hasn’t really been thinking things through for the past ten minutes anyway. He might as well argue about his dumb umbrella with a beautiful man at a bus stop.

“I suppose you’re right,” comes the man’s response. He taps painted nails against his chin as he hums. “I’m not in much of a position to refuse, now, am I? Though, I doubt I’d refuse any position with you involved,” he winks. “But, yes, if you’re being serious, I shall gladly accept your umbrella.”

Alec blinks. He honestly did not think that argument would’ve worked. (He chooses to ignore the blatant innuendo to preserve his sanity for now.)

“Well?” the man prompts.

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” Really, the whole zoning-out-while-staring-at-the-hot-guy thing is going to become a problem very fast if Alec keeps doing it every two minutes. He gathers his thoughts enough to fumble with the umbrella in his hand and give it to the man, who accepts it with a graceful flourish.

“I’m Magnus Bane, by the way,” the man offers. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

“I’m Alec. Lightwood. My name’s Alec Lightwood.”

Magnus holds out a ring-covered hand from where he’s sitting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alec. Short for Alexander, I presume?”

“Yeah,” Alec nods. He reaches out to shake Magnus’s hand, adding, “but no one really calls me that.”

Magnus’s smile turns into something incredibly flirty, and Alec can feel his cheeks heating up. “I like to be special, Alexander,” the other says, “and it suits you far better.”

Alec’s not really sure how to respond to that, because the way Magnus says his name is doing things to him, and that, combined with the fact that he’s still clutching Magnus’s soft hand in his own, is probably going to give him a heart attack. He’s about to say something decidedly stupid about Magnus already being special and perfect and amazing when the bus saves him from humiliation and pulls up next to them.

Alec releases Magnus’s grip to awkwardly gesture at the vehicle. “I should really. . . you know,” he trails off, and Magnus blinks at him for a second, surprised.

“Oh, right! You should get going, places to be and all that.” He waves his hand through the air dismissively. “I’ll return your umbrella to you next week, same time?”

Alec smiles dopily as he nods. “That sounds great.” He takes a step back. “I’ll see you soon, then?”

“Of course.” Magnus gives him a little wave. “It was lovely to meet you, Alexander. Safe travels.”

“Thanks, uh, you too.”

Having to walk home in the rain is so worth it.

—

Three.

Izzy laughs at Alec for the entire week when she finds out why his umbrella’s been missing, then makes it worse by telling Jace, who gives Alec an incredibly long-winded speech about umbrellas as metaphors for protection during sex or something. He also deigns to throw a condom at Alec’s face when he leaves to get the bus, which sends Izzy into another bout of cackling laughter.

They’re both assholes, and Alec is never going to cover for them at family dinners ever again.

So he’s scrolling through his phone at the bus stop, trying his best to ignore the increasingly obscene texts his siblings are sending him, when Magnus shows up, bright and beaming and decidedly dry this time, though he’s still not wearing a jacket despite the cold.

And dear lord. If Alec thought Magnus looked gorgeous while soaked in rainwater, this is something else entirely. Gold-streaked hair, unbuttoned shirt, immaculate matching eyeshadow— fuck.

“Alexander!” Magnus greets. He sits down beside Alec on the bench, and grins as he hands over Alec’s umbrella. “Finally a little dry, hm? Though I might’ve underestimated the cold and left my coat back home.”

“Yeah,” Alec says. “Not that you were wearing one when it was raining.” He’s trying his best not to stare at Magnus’s mouth, but the man is very close to Alec’s face right now, and he cannot be blamed if his gaze slips a few times, okay? He’s only human.

Magnus shrugs, drawing Alec’s sight to his shoulders instead. “Coats are irrelevant, anyway. I haven’t worn mine all week, so I might as well continue the trend,” he remarks, and Alec snorts.

“I don’t think that’s as impressive as you think it is. You sound like a petulant toddler. How have you not had, like, five colds by now?” he says. Magnus feigns a pout in response, and Alec stifles a laugh.

“Such cruelty, Alexander!” Magnus replies, “Ah, I suppose I’ll just have to suffer the elements until I’m finally back home again, since no one seems to harbor any sympathy for me. Woe is me, and all that.” He tightens his hands around his biceps, rubbing up and down to warm himself up while sighing dramatically, and Alec, well,

Alec gets a really stupid idea.

“Do you want my jacket?” he asks. “I won’t be out in the cold for that long, and I’m wearing a much warmer shirt than you are.”

Magnus’s lips part in surprise as something conflicted flashes behind his eyes. “I—” he starts, then clears his throat. “I wasn’t being serious, darling. That’s your jacket.”

“Is that a no?”

There’s a moment of silence before Magnus shakes his head. “No, it’s not. I, uh, I’d love that.”

Alec beams, and Magnus clears his throat again. “You’re horribly trusting of someone you’ve only met twice,” he says, voice a little strangled, but Alec just shrugs as he begins to wrestle the black fabric off of his shoulders.

“It’s just a jacket,” he explains, leaning closer to drape it over Magnus, “Even if I never got it back, at least you wouldn’t freeze to death on your way to wherever you’re headed.” He fixes the lapels dutifully, and smiles to himself. “Besides, you’ve already given me my umbrella. I trust you.”

“Is that so,” Magnus answers weakly, which prompts Alec to look up from his fiddling, and oh wow, their mouths are so close to each other’s.

If Magnus inches in just a little bit closer, then they’d—

They’d—

“Um!” Alec jerks backwards, face flushing, “Yes, uh,” he stammers, trying not to look overwhelmed. It’s not going great, because moving back means that he’s now being treated to the sight of Magnus in Alec’s jacket, and he’s having some issues thinking properly right now. It swallows Magnus’s wrists almost entirely and looks far too plain for his expensive printed shirt, but fuck. It’s possible that Alec didn’t think this through.

Magnus opens his mouth, hopefully to tell Alec to kiss him but also probably to tell him to fuck completely off for whatever move they almost pulled, but the bus suddenly turns the corner and pulls into view, cutting him off.

Alec’s not sure whether he’s relieved or furious about this.

“Next week, then,” he ventures. Magnus blinks at him slowly, then nods.

“Yes, of course,” he smiles softly. “Next week.”

—

Four.

“Remind me again, why your presence is necessary today?” Alec grits through his teeth, tightly gripping his umbrella as the rain pours down on them. Izzy punches his arm, not even looking up from her phone as she does so, where she is no doubt giving Jace a play-by-play of Alec’s every action as they walk towards the bus stop.

“Because I’m never one to miss out on good blackmail content,” she replies, which is true. She’s got about four folder’s worth of content of “embarrassing shit Alec has done” on her phone, most of it consisting of his painful attempts at being straight in high school, and Alec’s pretty sure she’s started a fifth, probably titled “Alec’s horrible attempts at flirting with men,” which isn’t that much better than the straight one. Alec is debating turning around and just walking to his destination so that his sister won’t be able to gain more content for her virtual blackmail folders, which is exactly when Magnus comes into Alec’s field of vision.

Alec freezes in his tracks. Holy shit.

Magnus is standing in the center of the street again, drenched from head to toe with his head thrown back . The streetlights illuminate him from above, highlighting the curve of his neck and the colored streaks in his hair as he laughs to himself, staring up at the stars.

He looks ethereal. Alec’s never been one for the romantics, but he’s pretty sure this is what poets mean when they talk about true love and angels and immortal moments in time.

“Oh, he’s hot,” Izzy whispers approvingly. Alec agrees, because, obviously, but he pretends he’s unaffected and straightens his face.

“He’s probably freezing,” he says instead. Izzy rolls her eyes— she gets that from him, he really should stop doing that— and then, before Alec can stop her, calls out.

“Hey! Hot Umbrella Guy!”

What the fuck.

“Are you insane?” Alec hisses. He was trying to look nonchalant and not like the totally lovestruck idiot he is, but now Izzy is waving at Magnus like a maniac and Magnus has noticed them and is walking towards them and Alec is going to die. He’s going to write Izzy out of his will and then he is going to collapse into a heap of embarrassment and gay panic right here, and it’s going to be his sister’s fault.

“Relax a little, hermano,” Izzy replies, and before Alec can provide her with an alphabetized list for every reason he cannot relax, Magnus is already standing before them, smiling as water trickles from his hair.

God, he’s beautiful.

“Hello, hello!” he greets. Alec suddenly notices that Magnus is wearing Alec’s jacket, which is, well. Something. (Izzy is never going to let him live this down, and also Alec is having a very hard time thinking any thoughts.)

Magnus seems to notice Alec’s wandering line of sight, following it and glancing down, eyes widening. “Oh my god, I was fully intending to return this to you, I’m so sorry. I got a little distracted. I’ll have it cleaned and returned to you next time, I promise,” he explains. Alec shakes his head.

“No worries,” he manages, cutting himself off before he says something even stupider like “it’s yours forever” or “marry me” or something, and Izzy snorts from beside him. Alec hates her.

“Thank you,” Magnus says, then turns to face Izzy, “And what may I call you, dear?”

“I like him,” Izzy declares, in what Alec assumes is meant to be a reassuring whisper but instead ends up being incredibly loud, “I’m Izzy, Alec’s sister. And I assume you’re the elusive Magnus I’ve heard so much about?”

“Izzy,” Alec warns. Magnus smirks and shakes her hand.

“The one and only,” he confirms. There’s a mischievous sort of glint in his eye as he glances back up at Alec, and Alec’s not sure how he feels about Magnus and his sister already getting along so well, but he’s sure it can’t lead anywhere good.

“Well, Isabelle,” Magnus says, “If I asked him, do you think your brother would join me for a dance?”

Alec chokes. “What?” he splutters. Magnus turns his grin to face him.

“If I asked, Alexander, would you join me for a dance?”

“I—” Alec starts, staring down at the hand Magnus has outstretched in front of him. There are so many reasons he should say no, and so many reasons this is a bad idea, but also the most beautiful man Alec has ever seen is holding his hand out for him to take, and what else is he supposed to do? “Yeah,” he says. “Sure.”

The first thing Alec notices is how soft Magnus’s hand is in his as he pulls him out into the rain, laughing as it hits his face again, and Alec can’t help but laugh along even as water soaks into his shoes and drenches into his socks. There’s something so childish about it; giggling and spinning in an empty street without any music, holding hands like toddlers, and Alec wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re thinking too much,” Magnus murmurs, then he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. “It’s about being in the moment.”

Alec smiles. If only he knew, all he’s thinking about is this moment: how the water catches in Magnus’s lashes, how he’s humming something entirely off-key under his breath, the way he presses against Alec’s chest. Fuck. Alec’s known this man for three days, and he’s halfway in love already.

He closes his eyes against the rain, too, and smiles at the thought: loving a man like Magnus Bane.

Yeah, he could get used to that.

—

Five.

When Alec reaches the bus stop today, Magnus is nowhere to be seen and Alec’s jacket is sitting in a bag at the bus stop with a little post it signed with the letter “M.”

It’s fine, Alec tells himself. Magnus is probably just busy with something else, and this has nothing to do with the fact that Alec froze up awkwardly when Magnus kissed him on the cheek last week, to the point where Magnus had to nervously laugh it off because Alec was too busy panicking.

It’s a flimsy argument, but it keeps Alec from losing his mind for about fifteen minutes until the bus pulls up early and Alec realizes that this is it. He’s not going to see Magnus this week— maybe not ever again, if Magnus has decided that Alec’s gay panic is not worth his time, and Alec wouldn’t even blame him.

God, he feels so stupid. If he hadn’t acted like a complete idiot last time, then he would’ve at least had some closure.

“Sir, are you getting on or are you waiting for another bus?”

Alec blinks, glancing up to see the bus driver raising her eyebrow at him. “Right, sorry, give me just a mo—”

“Alec!”

It can’t be.

“Alexander!”

Alec spins on his heel, turning to face whoever called his name, and oh my god, it’s Magnus. He’s running up to the bus stop, waving frantically, and Alec is overcome with such a large wave of relief that he forgets that the bus driver’s been waiting for him for like five minutes now and he climbs off and runs towards Magnus, only vaguely registering the sound of the bus leaving without him. He doesn’t even care; Magnus is standing right in front of him, panting heavily but still so beautiful and perfect, and Alec would walk home everyday if he got to see Magnus because of it.

“Alexander,” Magnus huffs, gathering his breath. He absentmindedly reaches out to grab Alec’s shoulder, and Alec immediately wraps his arms around his waist to stabilize him. “Oh lord, one second, I ran all the way here.”

“I thought you were gone,” Alec says, still holding onto him. “You left the jacket and I thought—” he trails off.

Magnus frowns. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “I thought I’d made you uncomfortable last week and didn’t want to make it worse, but I didn’t realize how rude not showing up would be. I know you probably don’t feel the same way but perhaps we can still be friends? I can be completely professional about it, though you seem to have just missed your bus—”

Alec grabs Magnus’s tunic (because he’s still not wearing a jacket, Jesus Christ) and kisses him.

Magnus blinks at him when they pull away. “Oh,” he says, a little breathless, and Alec smiles.

“I don’t want to be professional about it,” he admits.

“Oh. . .”

Magnus still seems shell-shocked, so Alec makes a move to let go of him, shifting his arm away from Magnus’s waist, but then Magnus leans back in and presses his mouth back to Alec’s and oh, nevermind then.

Alec’s not sure how long they spend there, kissing like handsy teenagers under the roof of the bus stop, but he’s aware of a few cars passing (and possibly another bus), so he’s not ignorant of the fact that it’s definitely been a while when they finally pull away for more than a second. Magnus is staring at his mouth when they part, though, which is not helping Alec’s resolve to actually have a conversation about this.

“We should talk,” he manages, and Magnus nods, still staring at his mouth.

“Right,” he agrees. “That would be a wise course of action.” His eyes flick upwards for just a moment, and something flickers behind them before he beams. “My place is two stops away, if you’d like to talk there. Perhaps we can wait for the next bus together, since we seemed to have missed the one I usually take? It might take a while, though.”

Ah. Alec swallows back a grin of his own. “Of course,” he replies, “I don’t suppose you know any way to keep us busy till then?”

“I’m sure I could think of something.”

(The bus comes late, and they still somehow almost miss it. Alec refuses to take any blame for this.)

—

+ One.

Alec Lightwood didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the man standing at the bus stop is smiling softly at him as he approaches, twirling an umbrella between his hands as he waits, and Alec’s first thought is holy shit, so maybe Alec Lightwood was an idiot, because what else could it have been?

“Hello, stranger,” the man says when Alec finally reaches the stop. He glances down, taking in Alec’s rain-soaked button down and slacks, and grins. “Forget your umbrella back home?”

Alec laughs. “My coat, too,” he agrees. “I got distracted this morning.”

Magnus hums, leaning in to kiss the rain off of Alec’s mouth, and Alec smiles into it, tasting the faint wax of lipstick and the salt of the rain. “Must’ve been a pretty good distraction.”

“Yeah,” Alec says. He leans in again, because he can. They have time. “He is.”

Magnus’s lips have got a lovely little tilt to them by the time they pull away, tint slightly smudged from Alec’s attention, and he’s never looked more beautiful, even with the dingy lighting of the shitty bus stop they’re standing under.

God, Alec loves him. He feels a little stupid with the feeling, and he can’t help but step back out onto the rain, holding out his hand.

“Hey,” he murmurs. Magnus’s eyes light up with understanding. “Care to join me for a dance?” And sure, Alec’s shit at dancing, and sure, they have to get on the bus sopping wet minutes later, but they’re both giggling like idiots and clutching the umbrella together between their intertwined hands and Alec’s got a little ring box in his pocket just waiting for the right moment, so what else matters?

They’ll probably have to invite the bus driver to the wedding, though. It’s only fair.