#i need them to be holding each other painfully breathlessly tight in a hug

[mechieonu]

SO GUYS HOW WE. HOW WE FUCKING FEELING

[rqgnarok]

the audience needs a part two for the jamie + fan kissing scene PLEASEEEE

your wish is my command, anon (part 1)

Jamie hasn't slept a wink when you finally come home.

It's a quiet thing, your homecoming. To the house you two share and couldn't run away to after you caught Jamie in someone else's arms. He'd called you desperately time after time and all tries went unanswered, followed up by texts begging to please just let me know you're okay. You'd read them all and only answered once before Keeley- who you'd chosen for a safe haven after running away from the club- took your phone away from you.

She'd also refused to speak neither ill nor good things of Jamie. She offered you a hot drink and spare clothes to change into, a comfy guest room, and a shoulder to cry on. The morning after you also had texts from Sam, Dani, and some of the other boys who'd witnessed the exchange between Jamie and said fan, all confirming the version your boyfriend had tried to tell you the night before.

God, you were so embarrassed. That this had happened, that some of your closest friends had been there to watch, that you couldn't believe him when he said he'd never do something like that to you even when you knew how deeply and loyally Jamie loved.

But the image of him kissing someone else was tattooed behind your eyelids. As a consequence, your night was also mostly sleepless, and when you finally come face to face with Jamie you both look like tired messes.

His hair is greasy and unkempt. He'd been pacing the living room and lying on the couch trying to sleep when you came home, so his clothes- the same from last night- are wrinkled and a little smelly. You in return are wearing someone else's clothes, eyes swollen from crying and body aching with the tension this whole thing has brought upon you.

You're both a sight for each other's sore eyes.

"Hi," you say quietly, dropping your bag and your keys on the counter.

"Hey," he answers breathlessly like he can't believe you're here. One blink and you might disappear into thin air like you never even existed. "You- Keeley called. Said you were on your way home... on your way here."

You close your eyes painfully at the correction.

"Still home," you reply, hesitant to get nearer. "The guys called. Told me everything. I-"

"I'm sorry," Jamie goes to hold you again but seems to hesitate when remembering how you'd tried to twist out of his grip the previous night. You close the remaining distance, wrapping your hands around his shirt and clinging for dear life. "I'm so sorry, I swear I would never- I hate that you had to see that, I'm so, so sorry-"

"Baby," you say, and Jamie melts like snow under the summer sun. You can't not touch him, cupping his face, touching his skin. Something inside your chest tightens when he nuzzles your palm with so much force his neck must ache a little. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that, I'm sorry I didn't listen-"

"Why would you?" he says self-deprecatingly, turning to burrow his face into your wrist, the crook of your elbow, and into your neck, hugging you tight. "You- I would've done the same thing, right? If I saw you... if I..."

"I wouldn't," she cups the back of his neck, possessive. Comforting. "And neither would you. I know that now, I'm sorry."

The only person who should be sorry is the fan that thought had some ownership over a footballer they'd never met, that put Jamie in such position no one deserved to be in.

"Missed you," he's crying, you realize when his voice cracks and something wet hits your neck. "All I could think was that I'd never see you again, and I... fuck."

"We're okay," you soothe, running your hands through his hair. He smells of sweat and faint traces of cologne. The scent alone and the thought of never being this close to him again makes your eyes water, too. "We're okay, baby, we're gonna be okay."

You will be, you're sure. After at least 9 hours of sleep in the same bed and keeping each other in the same room at all times, eventually the sting of this entire night will fade. You have to talk, too, about so many things, but right now you only pull Jamie toward your bedroom.

There'll be time for all of that. After all, you're not going anywhere.

[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[mountainofgoats]

Back in the Saddle

Midvale, a few weeks post-Phantom Zone. In an attempt to remaster the powers Kara spent months without, she and her two most important people make a road trip home to test her flight.

Or, I just want Kara to be able to fly for the joy of it the way Clark did in Man of Steel.

Read with “Flight” by Hans Zimmer playing. You won’t regret it.

/////

Lena knows the moment Kara emerges from the house up on the ridge. Alex’s eyes flick up, back down, then up again in quick succession. An entirely smug grin alights her face before she pointedly looks back down at her tablet.

“We’re going to have to have a talk about your affinity for making my sister new suits at some point, Luthor,” she says.

Lena feels her face heat up. “No idea what you mean.”

“Sure you don’t.”

Lena scoffs. “She needed a new one,” she hisses at the smirking elder Danvers. “The one she had was wrecked and there was no fixing it.”

“Agreed,” Alex allows, smile growing. “But this is what? The fourth one you’ve made for her?”

“One other! With upgrades!”

“Mmhmm.” Alex types a few more things into the tablet. Pulls out a USB and plugs it into the side. “Sure.”

Lena feels her face go hot. “What are you insinuating, Alex?”

Alex shrugs. “Not insinuating anything,” she says. She glances back up and smiles some more. “Just thinking you’re making a habit of making suits for Kara and I kind of appreciate it.”

At Lena’s questioning look, Alex elaborates. “Winn made her first one,” she says. “And yeah, it did the job, but it was-“ she waves her hand in a so-so gesture, wincing- “not the best. Prone to wardrobe malfunctions.”

Lena snorts. “Patriarchy.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Alex agrees with a playful two finger salute.

After a shared grin with Lena, her eyes travel back to where Kara must have made it down to the beach. “They’ve all protected her, the suits you’ve made,” Alex says. Her voice has gone quiet. Gone is the light teasing. She holds Lena’s eyes for a moment. “And I... can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

Lena’s eyes suddenly mist over, and her throat works against the lump that forms there.

Alex looks pointedly back down at her tablet, where she pulls up a video feed from one of the comm pieces resting on the boulder she’s made her impromptu HQ desk. She clears her throat. “I’ve never made sure you knew that. So. Now I’m telling you.”

Lena absolutely refuses to cry, but fuck if it doesn’t take a Herculean effort. She wrestles with the hot gratitude and affection boiling in her chest as Alex fiddles with the settings on the camera feed.

Alex glances up again, and her smile turns warm in a way Lena knows is reserved only for her sister. “Looking good, sis,” she calls. “Little weird without the cape, though.”

“Thanks! Lena made it!” Kara chirps from behind Lena. “Even has pockets! And yeah, I was going to ask you about that. Is there no cape, Lena?”

She barely dares to turn, but Alex is giving her one hell of a challenging look, and she’s still a Luthor.

And Luthors never back down from a challenge.

She turns her face just enough to look over her shoulder and immediately curses that particular Luthor trait.

Sure, she made the suit. But that in no way prepares her for what it looks like when it’s wrapped around Kara. The dark blue, almost black throws her golden hair, shimmering in the late sun, in sharp relief. The smooth material sweeps over the dips and curves of her shoulders and biceps, the dip in the high collar exposing slightly below the hollow of her throat. She approaches silently on the sand, the soft and supple deep maroon boots smooth and soundless. Lena had left the pants a little loose, a little more comfortable, but that did nothing to hide the muscle that bunches and releases rhythmically as Kara walks across the sand.

And she’s looking quizzically at Lena. Head slightly titled, blue eyes somehow even bluer against the darkness of her suit, the blue and red accents, and the reddish tint of the setting sun.

Lena rips her eyes away from the subtle dips in Kara’s abs and desperately wracks her brain to remember what question was asked of her.

“Cape, Lena?” Alex prompts with a shit eating grin.

“Right,” Lena coughs. She turns fully to meet Kara, hand already pointing to the belt slung diagonally across Kara’s chest. “I figured, since you’re not wanting to be in the limelight just yet, I should make it a bit more understated,” Lena explains. “Did you see the crest on your left shoulder?”

“Yeah,” Kara nods. “I like that it’s so small.”

“Press it.”

Kara’s eyes dance with curiosity, not leaving Lena’s, as she reaches up to press on the tiny S affixed to the dark brown leather.

At the press of Kara’s fingers, the nanites immediately begin to crawl across the suit, gathering and extending down her back and around her chest in a long, deep maroon cloak. Kara lets out a startled sound of delight, swishing the thick material and stroking at it with near reverence.

“More nanites?” Alex smirks.

Lena shrugs, tossing the elder Danvers a smirk of her own. “I mean, I do have an MO at this point. No sense in ditching it.”

“It’s great!” Kara exclaims. She swishes the cloak again, grinning happily. “I can put it away if I want! This would have saved me so many headaches years ago!”

She bounces over to Lena and wraps her up in a warm hug. “Thank you,” she says quietly. Only for Lena. “I love it.”

Lena squeezes her around the back, hands fisting in the material of the cloak, feeling herself flush with happiness. “I’m glad,” she whispers.

“That’s actually a pretty good idea, Lena,” Alex says as they break apart. She’s back at the tablet, tapping and looking over some sort of read out. “She was always complaining how the cape got in the way.”

Lena arches an eyebrow at Kara. “What about your cape tricks?”

Kara grimaces. “Much less useful than I was led to believe.”

Alex snorts. “Understatement of the century,” she mutters. “Okay,” she strides over to a Kara and gently fits a comm around her ear. “That has a GPS and camera built in. We’ll be able to see what you see, know where you are, monitor vitals-“

Kara makes a face. “Wait, if you can track me, couldn’t someone else?”

Lena shakes her head. “The crest has signals built in to interfere with radar. Any signal that’s not Alex’s will get scrambled to cloak you.”

Kara surges forward for another hug, and over her shoulder Lena sees Alex smile with an exasperated shake of her head.

“Always protecting,” she mutters.

“What, Alex?” Kara asks as she lets Lena go and takes a step back.

“Nothing,” Alex says. She inputs a few more commands on the tablet, then looks up at Kara. “So. You ready?”

Lena glances over to Kara for what she thinks will be a quick confirmation.

But in those brief seconds, Kara’s easy smile and eager brightness had darkened.

In the red glow of the sun, she stands with her face tilted upward. She gazes at the sky with unfiltered longing, but her hands are trembling. Her whole being quivers, wound tight like a spring, as if she wants nothing more than to hurl herself up to the clouds. But there’s a tightness in her eyes, something there that just... won’t let her. She just stands there, shaking, looking up with haunted eyes.

Alex reaches out, rests a hand on Kara’s forearm. “Hey,” she murmurs. “You don’t have to do anything crazy. Whatever you’re ready for is all you have to do. The rest will follow.”

Kara nods, but still she hesitates. “But what if- what happens if I can’t- I mean-“

“I caught you floating in your sleep two nights ago,” Lena says gently and Kara’s eyes - desperate, scared eyes - whip to hers. “You can do this. But only if you’re ready to. Okay?”

The near manic desperation in Kara’s eyes cools as they hold each other’s gaze. She squeezes Alex’s hand, takes a breath, and nods resolutely.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, giving her shoulders a shake. “I’m good. I’m okay.”

Alex squeezes her arm, then lets go. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Kara has her eyes on the sky again, gives her shoulders one more fortifying shake. She flexes her hands, rubs them on her pants once. She glances over at Lena and seems to brighten at the reassuring smile Lena gives her.

“Okay,” she breathes. “Here goes nothing.”

She stills, closes her eyes. Breathes in deep, then lets it out slow.

She breathes once more, the tense lines of her face relaxing.

Silently, her feet leave the sand.

Alex reaches over for Lena’s arm and grasps it tightly.

Eyes still closed, Kara rises higher in the air, straight up. She turns in gentle circles as she ascends, up and above the ridge.

Alex is looking over the read-outs on the tablet, eyes darting back and forth with near frantic energy. “Looking good so far, Kara,” she says distractedly. “Vitals are good. You’re at a hundred feet now.”

“Feels good,” comes Kara’s voice through the comms. “I’m not even trying.”

Alex’s smile is so proud Lena wants to cry. “That’s good, kid. That’s so good. Two hundred feet now.”

Alex is still gripping Lena’s arm painfully tight, but she’s rocking up on her toes happily, shooting Lena fervent looks of pure joy.

“Knew you could do it, Kara,” Lena says into her own comms, taking Alex’s hand away from her arm but keeping ahold of it. She squeezes as tight as her own bubbling pride allows.

Kara’s finally in the air. She’s flying. It’s one more step closer to conquering the giant mountain they’ve been climbing since she got back.

“How high now, Alex? I’m not looking.”

Alex glances at the screen, then up towards where Kara is becoming a dark dot among the clouds. “A thousand feet. Still feeling good?”

“Yeah. Really good, actually.”

“Have you opened your eyes yet?” Alex’s voice is teasing.

“No. What if I’m suddenly afraid of heights?” Her voice is childishly whiny, drawing a chuckle out of Alex and Lena.

Lena glances down at the video feed from Kara’s earpiece and has to stop herself from gasping.

“Kara, I think you should open your eyes,” she says slightly breathlessly.

“I’m gonna fall if I do,” comes Kara’s tight reply.

Alex is also staring at the camera feed, watching as the view of the water recedes farther toward the bottom of the screen as Kara rises higher and higher. “Kara, you want to see it,” she says. “Trust us.”

Lena knows the exact moment Kara opens her eyes. There’s a tiny gasp through the comms, and the camera arrests in place. Locked on to the brilliance of the shimmering water, the watercolor of the clouds in the light of the setting sun.

For a moment, Kara hangs motionless in the air.

Alex is anxiously tightening and loosening her grip on Lena’s hand. Looking up to where Kara is barely a speck in the sky, back to the camera, then back up again.

“Kara?” she says, a small break in her voice. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” comes Kara’s breathless voice. “Yeah, no, I’m good.”

There’s another moment of silence, then “It’s breathtaking. I... I’d almost forgotten-“ her voice cracks, and she clears her throat -“How beautiful this planet is.”

Alex squeezes Lena’s hand so tight it hurts, and Lena brings her free hand to grip at Alex’s forearm.

Alex sniffles, swipes her eyes against her shoulder. “It has its moments,” she rasps.

For a few long moments, they three stay silent. Lena and Alex on the ground, clutching at hands and arms in barely restrained joy with the waves lapping nearby.

And Kara, so high they can’t even see her, hanging in midair. Silent save for her gentle, easy breathing and the wind whistling around her.

And then, so suddenly both Lena and Alex flinch, she huffs a breath.

“Wanna see how fast I can get around the world?”

Alex barks a laugh, exchanging a fond and relieved look with Lena. “Your record is what? Thirty four seconds?”

“I can beat that,” comes the cocky reply.

And god, she sounds so happy.

Alex scoffs. “If you say so.”

Lena pulls out her phone and sets up a stopwatch. “On my mark, then?” she says.

“Don’t break anything, Kara,” Alex warns, though there’s no bite in her voice.

“And don’t break that suit,” Lena chimes in.

Kara’s voice has a tiny edge of Supergirl - the first since the Phantom Zone - when she replies. “Nothing’s getting broken here except the sound barrier.”

A shiver shoots down Lena’s spine. She does her best to ignore why.

“In three, two, one-“ she taps her phone- “Go.”

BOOM!

The noise vibrates through Lena’s chest. High above, the sky seems to part for Kara as she rockets towards the sun, leaving a trail in her wake.

Lena and Alex crowd the screen, watching wide-eyed as the ocean zips by far below, clouds whipping past, the camera quivering with the breakneck speed.

“Oh my god,” Lena murmurs almost by accident.

On the screen, a dark line of land rapidly approaches on the horizon as Kara hurtles toward it.

“That’ll be Japan,” Alex mumbles. She checks the read-outs and nods to herself. “Vitals are still good. Heart rate’s a little elevated, but considering-“ she gestures to the screen with a wry smile.

Lena nods, barely holding back happy tears.

On screen, Kara slows just enough for the sound to come back. Air whistles through the comms, her breathing slightly labored, and she ducks her head to watch the cities blink far below.

She won’t break her record by slowing like this, but Lena doesn’t mention that. And neither does Alex. They just watch as Kara picks up speed again, camera angling strangely as she dives.

She shoots west, weaving in huge slalom turns. The camera angles and tilts as she looks across the water, across the trees and grasslands and mountains as she passes them. Cities and towns flash past like street lights on a highway.

On the screen, her GPS tracks her through the rest of Asia, across India and into Africa. It’s a far cry from the speed she’d shot off at, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she dips and rolls through the clouds, hand outstretched as if to catch the swirling vapors.

Once she reaches the distant coast, Kara dips so low her hand reaches out to skim the water. She sails over the waves, fingers dragging, until she finds a pod of dolphins playing in the white water. For a moment, she flies just above the waves with them as they leap and dance.

The camera jerks toward the sky, and Kara gives a loud, delighted whoop as she shoots upwards. Spinning and spinning so fast the camera is blurring with the speed.

And through it all, Kara is laughing. Huge, joyous belly laughs, arms outstretched and head thrown back as she sails back into the clouds.

At 40,000 feet, she slows her ascent. Like a ball tossed in the air, she hovers at a stop for a split second before she starts to plummet. She turns, belly down and arms outstretched as the ocean rushes to meet her.

Still laughing with outrageous joy.

“God I missed that,” Alex murmurs. Her voice quivers and breaks.

Lena doesn’t take her eyes away from the screen. She doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this. But she does give Alex’s hand a squeeze in agreement.

Because hearing that laugh, being here and watching as Kara rolls and dives through the air, is healing pieces of Lena’s heart that she didn’t think would ever even scab over.

Kara’s joy is infectious, like it had always been. And Lena finds that she’s soaking it in like a woman parched.

On screen, Kara shoots off with another mighty BOOM. Her GPS shows her hurtling across the US at breakneck speed.

“Not even close to her record,” Alex laughs wetly. “Guess we’ll have to try again later.”

Lena swipes her hand under her eyes with a chuckle, catching tears that neither of them really acknowledge.

And seconds later, Kara lands with a muffled thump. Sand flies under her feet, and the ground trembles.

But her face is flushed, smile radiant, eyes glistening with tears.

Alex takes a step toward her, but pauses. “You okay?”

Kara gives a sobbing laugh, gestures helplessly with her hands. But her smile is wondrous.

Alex surges forward and wraps her in a tight hug. Kara clutches back, hands buried in her sister’s jacket and face pressed against her shoulder.

After a moment, one hand reaches out, fingers wiggling invitingly.

Lena takes that hand in both of hers and holds on tight. Over Alex’s shoulder, Kara’s eyes crinkle with her smile, sparkling and overwhelmed. She squeezes Lena’s hand, then tucks her eyes against her sister’s shoulder with a huge breath.

In a way, Lena feels as if they’re all breathing that same breath of relief.

“I wanna go again.” Kara’s voice is muffled adorably against Alex’s jacket.

Alex chuckles and rocks Kara back and forth happily. “We can stay out here as long as you want.”

Kara nods. “’Kay,” she says. But she holds on to Alex tighter, fingers digging into her jacket. “But in a minute, okay?”

Alex nods. Presses a kiss to the side of Kara’s head. “In a minute.”

And that seems to suit all three of them just fine. No one’s quite ready to let go yet.

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I'm a sucker for the angst just as much as the next nerd but I needed them to just... be happy and together. Just for a moment.

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Alpha!Overhaul x Reader-give you pups

/NSFW/

summary: he has hands shush. We gonna pretend that scene never happened. Anyways...been sick for a few days and had the urge to have my insides misplaced...but ~gently~

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, breeding, heat, and all that stuff.

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Kai always thought of Omegas as something so unsanitary and messy, his nose scrunching up each time they would be mentioned in any conversation or included in missions.

Yet eventually he wounded up with an Omega on his sleeve and in his bed at night.

They've been dating for a while, previously being close friends until Kai picked up on the way his breath would hitch when she would walk past him, his heart rate picking up only slightly and a low instinctive rumble coiling in his throat.

It took him a while to court you, inviting you to his office more times than necessary, his gloved hand "accidentally" brushing against yours as he pointed at some details on the building plan. Sometimes, too many times for it to be an accident, he would offer you his coffee, insisting that you look exhausted and tired. The thought of you putting your lips somewhere his mouth has been made him grip the table for a split second before continuing his pointless meeting.

One day he would bring you on a mission with him, pretending to not have an organized place to stay for his negotiations with the league.

He wouldn't believe his actions at first, feeling weirded out by the fact that nothing repulsed him that much as long as you were with him.

You would end up hidden in the woods in a relatively secluded cave, the cold air biting at your skin as the wind blew from the outside.

You would keep your distance, giving him his space until you found yourself snuggled inside of his coat, his warm gloved hand draped over your shoulder.

You knew him for a long time and it was obvious to you what he's been doing, yet you still yearned for more confirmation.

"Kai..." your voice would be calm and gentle, looking up at him as your breath ghosted over his mask.

He would slowly reach his arm up, tugging at the elastic and finally placing the mask in his lap.

Your breath would hitch in your throat as you leaned in slowly, looking for any sign of disgust on his face.

When none came you placed your lips softly against his, his eyes closing as he let out a long sigh of relief.

"It doesn't feel bad." he would mumble, his gloved hand cupping your chin as he deepened the kiss.

So by default, it took him a while to get used to being touched. Experiencing hugs and hand holding for the first time in his life.

You always paid close attention to being hygienic more than necessary, brushing your teeth and taking constant showers in extreme quantities, afraid of him being disgusted by you in the slightest.

While Kai did appreciate that, he began craving your natural smell and taste, your clothes dry cleaned almost every week, making it extremely hard for him to go through his ruts with your clothes against his nose.

And finally, it happened, your heat taking over you while you were locked in your own room, small whimpers leaving your throat as you struggled to not scream for your Alpha.

He would smell you from miles away, your scent piling up and luring him into your room. His cock instantly straining against his boxers.

He would lock the door behind him, drinking in your body sprawled on the bed, your hand kneading at your panties as you rubbed your thighs together.

You would immediately snap your eyes to his form, jumping to your feet and trying to rush to your bathroom to clean up, tears of embarrassment pricking at your eyes almost instantly.

He towered over you, locking you in place after throwing you back on your bed.

"I think I made it pretty clear that you're the only thing I find absolutely, wholeheartedly pure...therefore everything about you is perfect, the way you smell the way you look and the way you...taste" his mask was long forgotten and his gloves off as soon as he opened your door seconds ago.

His tongue swiped over your neck, your trembling form making him frown.

"What's the matter? Am I not doing something right?" you would whine against him, your hips bucking up to meet his and your neck pressing against his teeth.

"Oh...Are you sure about that 'mega?" he would question, leaving a chaste kiss at your neck before gliding down your body, the question not really reaching your need driven mind. You took off your own clothes hours before, the warmth on your skin being almost unbearable that you even considered getting some ice from your fridge and laying on it.

Kai's hand would grip at your hips, his tongue lolling out to lick a long stripe over the cotton material of your panties, the cloth already soaked from your slick. His lips wrapped around the material, sucking on the tasty fabric as a few drops of liquid coated his tongue. He'll definitely make use of them in the future, stuffing your pretty mouth with your own sweat and cum, because you've definitely came in them a few times already.

He would then slip them off of your legs before returning to your cunt. As soon as he slid his tongue between your folds, your hips bucked up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his head as you tried to push him closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, racking your nails in his scalp as he slurped at your hole.

He would let you ride his face, slick coating his chin as you gushed over his mouth. He craved it, his brain barely functioning properly from the lack of oxygen. He would lap at your cunt , his nails digging into your thighs as he tried to squeeze them tighter around his head, eyes closed and mind focused on engraving your taste and scent into his brain.

You throbbed against his lips, glancing down to look at him, his hips gliding against the mattress in time with your thrusts, his bulge threatening to spill over his pants, a particular wet spot prominent at the place his tip would be.

"Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate" seemed to be the only word you managed to choke out before throwing your head back and cumming on your boyfriend's tongue, tears pricking at your eyes as your cunt still ached in need.

He made quick work of his pants and the coat, pressing his forehead against yours as he took a deep breath.

"I don't think I'll be able to stop myself once I fill you up, so please say something now before I sink my teeth into that soft skin of yours." His cock twitched against your entrance, patiently waiting for your reply as he dipped his head in the crook of your neck, breath ghosting over the mating spot.

You nodded eagerly, baring your neck even further and gripping at his shoulders with great force.

"Mate~" you would breathlessly mumble as he pushed into you, stretching your walls and bottoming out in one deep thrust.

Soon enough you would struggle to hold onto him, his hips ruthlessly slamming against yours as he pushed your legs further and further apart.

He fit so perfectly into you, every ridge and vein prodding at exactly the right places as he sunk into your sloppy cunt. Bending you to his will as he plowed in and out of your tight hole, the sinful sound of your pussy gripping around him each time he stuffed you full sending into a frenzy.

His thrusts were frantic and desperate, his wolf finally getting what it craved for so long.

He was so close to cumming, so close to marking you inside and out, the thought of making you full with his pups clouding his mind, thinking about the way your tummy would bulge up as he filled you up with his seed over and over and ove-

You cried out when you felt his teeth sink into your neck, his hips stilling as he pulled your frame on his cock, holding you tight as warm spurts of cum filled your insides, his knot painfully stretching you out as it inflated and locked itself in its place.

His eyes were hooded as he watched you with adoration, your jaw slack and your tongue poking out of your mouth as you struggled to catch your breath.

His hand would reach for your mouth, swiping away the drool that pooled at the corner of it.

He would collapse on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows just slightly so he wouldn't squish you with his weight. He would then take note of the way every curve of your body looked when relaxed, grasping the chance to kiss and lick at any spot his mouth could reach, the salty flavor melting on his tongue before he swiped it over your bloody neck.

Soothing the bite, he licked over the new mating mark on your flesh, a swell of pride dancing in his chest.

As the both of you relaxed agains each other, your chuckle pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Do you really want to try for pups?"

He did not say that outloud. Did he? He didn't...He did...

He looked at your belly, imagining it round with his children, bearing small versions of you. He wanted another chance, ready to try and make up for everything he's done, although he knew that maybe he'll never do enough for that to come true.

"I think so...Do you?" you nodded, cupping his face with your hands.

"Well then mister we'll have to do this over and over again since I'm currently on the pill"

A grin broke on his face, giving a teasing thrust, making you whine.

"I'm good to go 'mega"

I felt really soft, so I had to make this cute lil thing, much love, tell me whatya think

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

“Flowers can totally be manly.” & “Just kiss me you idiot!”

Prompt: #18 & #44

Pairing: Gally x Reader

Fandom: Maze Runner Trilogy

Requested by Anon

“Can I request #18 and #44 with Gally that starts out really fluffy but maybe ends in smut”

Hope you enjoy! I felt a bit rusty writing this lol so I do hope it is what you wanted! Thanks again for the request!

Mature warning! Smut! 18+

Being trapped in this maze for over a year now has taken its toll on me. I've had my bad days and nights but thru it all I've had Gally by my side. Ever since my first day in the glade Gally has been like my knight in shining armor. Everyday since that first day I have fallen deeper and deeper for him.

I tried to show him how I felt but he seemed to be completely oblivious. He was always so sweet about my show of affection but he brushed it off to just being nice.

So here I sit in the middle of the meadow on the far side of the glade. Alone. Dinner just ended a few minutes ago. The sun was casting an orange glow over the glade as I twirled a flower around my fingers.

"What are you doing?" The deep voice made my head snap up.

There stood Gally maybe a foot in front of me. He smiled then stepped closer to me.

"I enjoy the flowers when I'm thinking." I said softly.

He chuckled softly as he sat down next to me.

"They are absolutely beautiful aren't they?" He asked quietly.

That took me by surprise.

"You like flowers?" I asked with a growing smile.

He raised a thick brow at me.

"So what if I do?" He asked with a hint of a smile.

I shrugged.

"Nothing, I just took you for more of a manly man that's all." I smirked.

He scoffed playfully.

"Flowers can totally be manly." He stated as he raised his head and pushed back his shoulders in a proud looking stance.

I chuckled at him. An amazing idea came to me making me move to set in front of him. He seemed taken aback for a second until I started picking some of the flowers around us. He watched me closely as I moved closer to him. My fingers worked quickly to wrap the flowers together as Gally watched me. When I felt it was suitable I gently leaned forwards resting the makeshift crown on top the builder's head. I leaned back to admire my work.

"Perfection" I said quietly.

Gally laughed but didn't make a move to take the flowers off his head. His soft smile gave me a sudden confidence to speak my mind.

"Gally, you know I have feeling for you right?" I asked softly.

The sound of his soft chuckle made my heart plummet. I'm a fool to think he'd ever actually be interested in me. I let a small gasp out as strong hands grabbed my waist. He lifted me just enough to set me on his lap facing him.

"I'd be an absolute idiot not to know that (Y/N). I just think you can do better than me. There's plenty of better options for you in this glade. Newt, Fry, Alby, hell even Minho." His voice was soft.

He was looking down at his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. I gently grabbed his chin forcing him to look at me.

"You can't be serious? As much as I adore all the boys here not a single one of them comes close to comparing to you." I told him softly.

"Really?" He asked as his entire face lit up.

I chuckled at how cute he was.

"Yes really" I told him.

The next second I was being crushed to his chest in a breath taking hug. When he let go I gasped for air making him laugh. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to finally claim him as mine. He looked up at me innocently.

"What now?" He asked quietly.

"Kiss me you idiot!" I laughed grabbing his face.

The moment our lips touched everything fell away. There was no more glade. No more deadly maze. There was nothing but Gally and I surrounded but a meadow of flowers.

My hands fell from his face to his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist right before he fell back into the flowers. I went with him keeping my lips with his. Our lips moved in sync until I felt his tongue push into my mouth. I gave everything over to him. He was in total control. He chuckled softly against my lips then flipped us over so I was the one on the ground.

Gally pulled his lips from mine letting me gasp for air. His lips traveled down my jaw to my neck. He nibbled a tender spot making a moan escape me. The sound only encouraged him further. Before I knew it I was laying half naked in the meadow with Gally staring down at me hungrily. The look in his eyes made a shiver run down my spine in anticipation.

I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head exposing his toned chest and stomach. He was absolutely gorgeous. He rid himself of his shorts then hovered back over me. His lips met mine in a hungry kiss as his large warm hands traveled my body. I arched my back not breaking the kiss so he could take off my bra. I whimpered into his mouth when I felt him grind himself against my clothed core. His warm hands cupped my breasts squeezing slightly. I gasped breaking my lips from his. He swooped down taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Gally, I need you.” I whimpered.

I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to wait. He chuckled but moved to rid us both of our last piece of clothing. He lined him self up. As he pushed into me I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering. He was big. His movements were tortuously slow as he filled me. My walls stretching painfully around him. I hissed as my eyes closed tight. He stopped moving. I felt all the pain and worry leave my body as he peppered my face and neck with gentle kisses.

When he started to move again it was slow. His hands grabbed mine tangling our fingers together next to my head. It took a few slow thrust for the pain to subside. When it did I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling his body completely on top of mine. He took the hint speeding up his thrusts. He groaned into my neck. My entire body engulfed into flames as he continued to hit a spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

“Gally” I whispered.

His hips snapped against mine making me cry out. He chuckled repeating the action again and again until I felt my body tense up. An unfamiliar feeling swirled in the pit of my stomach.

“Fuck” Gally groaned.

He leaned up grabbing my waist to hold me in place. His hips snapped against mine at a furious pace. The sounds coming out of me were filthy. A stream of curses and the builder’s name.

One good thrust sent my body over the edge. I stiffened as my back came off the ground. I screamed Gally’s name.

“(Y/N)” Gally growled.

He stopped as his fingers dig into my waist. He twitched a few times then collapsed next to me.

As soon as we looked at each other we burst into laughter. He pulled me against him then kissed me softly.

“Guess that means you’re all mine now.” He whispered into my hair.

“Absolutely” I said breathlessly.

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[lookwhatyoumademedohaha]

The Muses - The Best Day

Kaz Brekkker x Original Characters (Platonic characters) : The Muses - The Best Day

Summary : Kaz hears a song of his sadness and is reminded of his past by three sisters

Warnings : A fight scene, angst, mention of Jordie.

Hi everyone, this is inspired by Taylor Swift's 'The Best Day' (Taylor's Version). The lyrics are Taylor Swift's, I just made a few adjustments to suit the story. This fic idea was in my head for sometime and I wanted to write it so here we are! This is my first time writing a Kaz Brekker fic so I hope I did him justice and please be gentle with me. I hope you all like it.

Ketterdam was gloomy as Kaz walked through its smoky and grimy atmosphere when he heard and saw a crowd that had not been there in that spot the day before clapping and applauding as they threw coins.

Generally, he would just ignore and move past the busy bustle. He didn't care unless it bought something of profit to him. He was just about to walk away when he heard an enthusiastic voice that the crowd had gathered around ask "Happy or sad?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?" thought Kaz curiously as he drew towards the crowd who chanted "HAPPY!"

Kaz raised his eyebrows slightly as he walked through the tide of people that were attracted to this spectacle and saw three girls smiling brightly at them. The first was about seven years old, too young and too naive to be roaming about the dangerous streets of Ketterdam as she clutched onto the skirts of her older sister who was about Kaz age, her dark chestnut brown hair falling down her shoulders as she smiled at her younger sister who seemed to be about fifteen years old as she smiled mischievously at the crowd. They were all dressed in colorful but worn out skirts and blouses as they sought out money for to make a living.

"Orphans." concluded Kaz as he eyed the three of them. It was unlikely for Kaz to be distracted but something about the question had drawn him to them as he waited expectantly for them to show what them so special that they attracted so many people, tourists and passerby that flocked around them in fascination.

The oldest began to play a guitar

"I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on. I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you." began the little and youngest girl with a soft and sweet voice that immediately allured everyone as she smiled up at her big sister who was playing the guitar but grinned at her "I run and run past the pumpkin patch and the cart rides, look now the sky is gold."

She slung her arms around her oldest sister's waist as she sang sweetly "I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home."

Suddenly Kaz felt his heart ache with unbearable loneliness and misery. He could feel the soot and smoke of Ketterdam change and suddenly there he was back in the long winding green pastures and tall trees as he hugged Jordie who would tell him the most silliest stories under the shade of trees as the sunlight filtered through.

"I don't know why all the trees change in the fall. But I know you're not scared of anything at all." sang the little girl with hope and optimism in her eyes as she looked with hero worship at her oldest sister making Kaz want to beat someone to death. He couldn't breathe as for a brief moment he saw Jordie grin but then he vanished as Kaz realized it was only the oldest sister smiling. Kaz wanted the youngest sister to understand that her oldest sister was scared and it was inevitable that she was going to let him down one day. He had trusted Jordie who promised that their luck was changing and then everything had changed for the worst.

"Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away." sang the little girl hopefully as Kaz tore his eyes away from her because she reminded him of the little naive stupid boy he had been "But I know I had the best day with you today."

The fifteen year old picked up the song where it had been left as she started singing in her rich voice with a mischievous smile "I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean."

Kaz saw a vivid picture in his head of the story spun by the song as he eyed the second sister who looked fondly at her oldest sister "I come home crying and you hold me tight and take the cart."

"And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away." sang the fifteen year old girl with a grin as she spun around dramatically making everyone laugh "And we talk and window shop, till I've forgotten all their names."

Kaz heart clenched as he remembered how Jordie and him had first arrived in Ketterdam, with a cheque sewn in the coat and ambitious to make it. He remembered how they were just two farm boys dazzled by the lights and vibrance of the Ketterdam as they would walk through all of the hustle and bustle, looking at the intriguing and pretty things in the shops and how Jordie would buy him omelette to eat from the omelette stands. Those days seemed to be a picture in his mind, frozen behind glass but to the little boy who believed in magic and held his brother's hand, it was the best days of his life.

"I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school. But I know I'm laughing on the cart ride home with you." sang the fifteen year old girl mischievously as she nudged her oldest sister and planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek making her sisters laugh while the crowd fawned over them.

Kaz heart clenched painfully as he looked at the three sisters grinning as he thought of Jordie "Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay but I know I had the best day with you today!"

Kaz eyes fell on the oldest sister who strummed the guitar contentedly as she began to sing alluringly and powerfully "I have an excellent father. His strength is making me stronger. The Saints smile on my little sisters. Inside and out, they are better than I am."

"We can agree on that." thought Kaz breathlessly, thankful for his cane for his knees had buckled when he had heard the oldest sister sing for the first time. Her voice was lovely and powerful yet made him feel at peace, something that he thought he would never encounter in this godforsaken town full of bloodshed and chaos. She was a siren in human form and he couldn't stop himself from being drawn to her as he listened to her alluring singing.

"I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run and I had the best days with you." sang the oldest sister sweetly as she looked at her sisters with a lovely smile.

"There's a memory I remembered from back when I was three." sang the fifteen old girl theatrically pretending to think but it wasn't insincere. There was a true sincerity and warmth in this song that drew everyone who needed it the most. "You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me."

It was painful for Kaz to listen as he felt himself drown in the ocean of memories full of Jordie. Jordie laughing. Jordie smiling. Jordie ruffling his hair. Jordie chasing him through the farm -

The little girl sang as she clutched onto her sister's waist as the crowd sank and settled into the warmth of the song "It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and seven dwarfs."

Jordie and Kaz Rietvald. Until he let Kaz down.

"And daddy's smart and mother's the prettiest lady in the whole wide world." sang the oldest sister with a reminiscent soft smile but Kaz felt the sadness in her voice.

"And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall." sang the three of them together warmly with soft and sweet smiles as they looked at each other "I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong."

"And I love you for giving me your eyes, staying back and watching me shine and I didn't know if you knew..." sang all three of them together as the song came to an end and Kaz looked at the sky with hidden tears as sudden sentiment and warmth engulfed him as he thought of Jordie who was watching over him "So I'm taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today."

He always had control over his emotions but he swallowed his lump of emotions as he looked at the three girls who had no idea of the impact they had over the cold hearted Bastard of the Barrel.

Everyone was applauding and throwing kruge to their hats as they bowed and thanked them as the fifteen year old said "Oh thank you, thank you, you're generous! You've been marvelous!"

"I'm Isabelle" said the second oldest with a charming grin as she winked cheekily.

"I'm Dora." said the little young one

"And I'm Lily." said the oldest girl with a smile "We're the Muses!"

Kaz took a few kruge from his pocket and discreetly slipped it into Lily's hat.

This did not go unnoticed by her as her eyes widened slightly but she smiled warmly and gratefully at him. He didn't smile back, he didn't even know what possessed him to give his precious kruge to them. He had expected them to be mediocre just like the morons who tried to make it in the Barrel but failed. But there was something different about them, they exuded the warmth of home and understanding that the Barrel was deprived of.

As they collected their money stuffing them into their coats Kaz saw Councilman Romkan march through the crowds. Judging by his displeased facial expression, he was not here to pay the girls to perform at a concert.

"You! You are being a public disturbance and menace!"

"Ah Councilman Romkan, judging by your face that economy isn't in your favor eh?" asked the Isabelle cheekily with a salute as the Lily strummed a merry tune on her guitar "How can we help?"

Kaz noticed Dora sneaking away as she used the chaos to her advantage "Stop singing! You have no talent at all!"

"You should quit being a Councilman. You promise justice but you are cruel to those most in need!" stated Lily in a steely and cold voice with no warmth as everyone around her gasped. She didn't flinch but stood her ground and Kaz lips twitched slightly in admiration as she raised her eyebrows at the reddened Councilman "I thought we were being truthful."

"Arrest the little thieves for stealing the money!"

But Lily merely gasped as she looked at her sister pointing an accusing finger at her "You stole the money!? YOU STOLE THE MONEY? Guards, arrest her!

"You dare impugn my honor? She was the one who was stealing!" exclaimed Isabelle dramatically as she shoved her sister while Kaz rolled his eyes but watched this amusing scene unfold where the guards seemed to be clueless as to who to arrest "ARREST HER! SHE TRICKED THESE INNOCENT PEOPLE AND TOOK THEIR MONEY!"

Lily looked outraged "I'm the thief? Why don't you take a look at the mirror?"

"You better give them back the money you stole or -" began Isabelle theatrically as the whole crowd cheered when she seized a sword from a guard "En guard!"

Kaz knew he should be moving because time was money but he really wanted to see how this ended. He noticed that Councilman Romkan had lost control of the situation, the guards didn't know what to do and the two sisters were putting on a dramatic show for the purpose of enticing and entertaining the crowd who were now loving them as they cheered for the two sisters to cut each other to ribbons, the Councilman forgotten. He was curious to see how they would get out of this.

"Oh you are challenging me? I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death!" snapped Lily as she took a rapier from another guard who was startled but did nothing to stop it.

She waved the rapier at her sister with a challenging smirk as everyone gasped and cheered when the swords clashed as Lily said loudly "Any last words?"

"I will cut you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!" snarled Isabelle as she pushed away her sister who was suppressing a grin.

Meanwhile Kaz didn't know whether to be annoyed, exasperated or simply amused at the sensational shenanigans these two were pulling. It was obvious to him that they weren't really fighting each other, they are distracting the crowd so they could get out of trouble. They didn't fight like enemies, they just bickered as they acted theatrically and dramatically as if they now hated each others guts when they just wanted to escape the mess they were in.

"Oh all talk, no action. Let your sword prove your words!"

"I will! Take that" yelled Isabelle as she swung her sword which her sister ducked as they blocked their attacks impressing Kaz as they made their way through the square.

Isabelle jumped on the table of a coffee house as she swung her sword at her sister who blocked it as they both jumped from table to table making their way to a house "You little mincing barrel rat!"

They could act, Kaz would give them that. Their true calling was on stage, not groveling in a dirty streets of Ketterdam. He hadn't been to a theatre but this was the best show he had seen in a long time and it took only just two mad, funny and loyal sisters who had captured the attention of their audience who were now gasping and squealing and cheering, worried for the actors in the stage.

Kaz raised his eyebrows as his lips twitched when they fought each other as they climbed the crates leading to the roof of a house as both of them made it onto the roof and the crates fell down.

"Cheat!"

"Liar!"

"Thief!"

"That's a compliment in Ketterdam!"

Kaz was impressed at how they maintained balance while fighting each other and finally Isabelle acquired Lily's sword and the crowd who had been holding a breath let out thunderous cheers as Isabelle pointed the sword at Lily's throat. Kaz lips twitched as Lily rolled her eyes and he knew what was going to happen next.

Lily brushed the dirt off her clothes as she announced over the applause with a bright grin "Ladies and gentlemen, we've decided it's a draw!"

Isabelle handed over a sword to her sister as she twirled her own sword with a smile as she bowed "Thank you all for coming! You've been great!"

Lily grinned like an idiot as she blew kisses to their beloved audience "We couldn't have done it without you! See you soon!"

Kaz' eyes burned in hidden curiousity hoping the wouldn't do something so stupid... And in that moment, Lily's eyes met his as he raised his eyebrows at her.

Oh in the name of his precious kruge, they were going to do it.

The two sisters waved at the crowd as they laughed in amusement as they jumped from the roof to the other side ignoring the shouts of the guards as they grinned at their little sister Dora who was waiting for them. They hugged Dora glad they were all safe and decided to do what they always did.

Run without looking back and laugh without holding back.

Because everyday spent with each other was the best day ever.

Kaz stared at the rooftop where the two sisters had previously stood as he heard the echoes of their amused laughter at having fooled everyone and escaped with their lives. He briefly wondered whether they were alright but it was none of his business. It was not his business to care about every poor orphan that scuttled around in the Barrel unless they were valuable to him.

For a brief moment, he felt the joy and amusement, the warmth of home and understanding that he had felt back when Jordie was alive.

But then he shut it out.

Because he could not afford to be sentimental. He could not afford to be weak. Those three sisters could look after themselves.

"Can they, Kaz?" asked Jordie's laughing voice that rang in his head mocking him "Can they really look after themselves?"

Hi, so let me know what you think. I'm thinking of continuing this but I'm not sure.

[mxchellesworld]

𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), small praise

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

***

You woke up wrapped up in Spencer’s arms. Part of you was glad he wasn’t burning toast but part of you was also missing the chance of seeing him so domestic in your personal space. 

You tried to move to go to the bathroom but he pulled you in closer. His hair tickling your neck as he pressed a kiss to your collar bone. 

“Spence let me go I need to pee,” you said exaggerating the ‘e’ 

“Make it quick I want cuddles,” he said mimicking your words from last night. His morning voice made you weak. It was raspy and deep. Could definitely bring a new wet patch to your panties if you were wearing any. 

After doing your business and brushing your teeth you smiled seeing the one he used was in the holder next to yours. Maybe things would be different. 

You knew you held strong feelings for the both of them and you had hopes of being able to be with them in the future. It had just been a month and they had wedged themselves in your heart. Each with their own little space of quirks you loved. 

Walking back to your bed Spencer was rubbing the sleep out of his eye with one hand and the other was holding up his phone. He looked over at you with a sad smile. 

He was painfully handsome. The way his messy curls stuck up in different places and the stubble growing framed his sharp jawline. All the way to the tip of his perfectly sculpted, tiny nose. 

“Cuddles have to be postponed princess. The department director scheduled an emergency meeting so I need to head out,” he said softly. 

“Hey don’t worry about it,” you said getting on the bed and pecking his lips, “I’m glad you stayed the night. It was great,” you said returning his smile. 

He pulled on his grey v-neck over the sweatpants. You picked up his discarded jeans and folded them, “Let me get you some left overs for lunch then.” 

You both made your way to the living room. He rested his elbows over the bar which looked into the kitchen. A smile came on his face as he saw you talking to yourself. The way your tongue poked out of your mouth as you concentrated on pulling out the tupperware without it falling. 

He loved the way you looked with one of his t-shirts on. Your makeup was a little smeared but he found it adorable. 

He picked up his jean jacket from the couch and slipped it on over his frame. You met him at the door and handed over the container. You unlocked the door and opened it for him. He leaned down and pulled you in for a deep kiss, you could feel the butterflies fluttering in your tummy. 

“I adore you, princess,” he said softly. 

“I adore you also Spencer. So much,” you said looking into his honey eyes. They shined brighter after the words were shared. You watched as he walked off and turned to give you a silly wave. 

Closing the door you pressed your back to it. You felt hopeful for the future of your relationship.

_

Spencer woke up to an empty bed. It had been a week since he had spent the night at your apartment alone. He thought about the way you slightly drooled in your sleep and internally laughed at how defensive you got when he called you out on it. 

Cat had been acting a lot more stand-offish towards the both of you. However Spencer got the most of it since he lived with her. He’d come home from grading either to no dinner or he’d make something for them to share and she would go straight to bed, barley sparing him a glance. 

He also felt bad for you. You had texted him multiple times about how she was feeling. And he knew you tried to text Cat as well. Obviously you never wanted to take her for granted and he admired the effort you put in. “Trying to take care of them more,” which you had said. 

He was much more alert after hearing a voice from their shared home office. Cat was on the phone and he could immediately tell with who. You. 

“Y/n I just have a lot going on,” he heard her say through the phone. 

As he got closer he could hear your voice through the speaker phone, “I know I know,” you sighed, “I just wanna spend time with you. I miss you.” 

He could hear the softness in your voice and knew that it would get right to Cat. She may have little no difficulty saying no to you in bed but outside she couldn’t resist. 

“Alright fine. I’ll see you Sunday angel,” Cat said stressing the title. 

He laughed at your squeal through the phone, “I promise you won’t regret it. See ya!” 

Once he knew the call was over he slid into the rolling chair on his side of the office and rolled over next to Cat. 

“Hey, talk to me,” he said softly.

She looked up and sighed, “Was this a bad idea?” 

“What Y/n?” he asked. 

“Yeah. At first it was good, I mean it still is but a month ago there were less...” she trailed off. 

“Feelings involved,” Spencer finished for her. 

They shared a look of understanding. The full weight of their situation now lying on their shoulders. It wasn’t a bad weight, however they knew if something went wrong there was no way to be complete without one of you there. 

Of course they loved one another. It had been both of them against everything for years. That was until you came around. You were a bomb full of smiles and new energy which they can agree had been lacking for a while. They were entranced by the way your heart was big enough for the both of them, making them regret ever having that stupid no dating rule and wanting to distance themselves from the start. 

Within a month you became more than just their new plaything to spice up their life. You were their girl. And that realization scared Cat. 

_

It was Sunday afternoon and you were getting your place ready for Cat to come over. You had planned a girls night filled with wine, movies, and salty snacks. You had finally convinced her to take a day to destress from her case. 

You brought out a bunch of blankets to the couch and some pillows from your bed. The tv was already on and on set to the stupid baking show she liked to watch. A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts. 

You opened the door to see Cat with a simple long sleeve shirt and pair of sweatpants, presumably Spencer’s. Her face was bare of any makeup and her eyes glowed under the lights in your doorway. She was always so naturally stunning. It made your breath hitch. 

You let her in then pulled her into a big hug. She could feel whatever intruding thoughts laying in her head slowly slip away in the moment. It was different than when she was in domspace, the need to be in control was nonexistent and she felt like she could just.. be. 

She pulled away to rub the pad of her thumb over your cheek, “So what do you have for us angel,’ she asked. 

“I got us some wine and junk food, then I have that absolute garbage show you watch playing,” you said with a laugh. 

“It is not garbage,” she said with a scoff, “You just don’t have good taste.”

You softly punched her arm, “Whatever.” You flopped down on your couch then opened your arms and made grabby hands for her to lay with you. She rolled her eyes playfully then got in and pressed her back to your front. You pulled one of the many blankets over yourselves and tucked your chin in her shoulder to watch the god awful show. 

After a few hour long episodes and a bottle of wine later and you were both contently buzzed. She was less reserved than she had been when she showed up. You’d think it was the wine getting to her but she knows its the way her true feelings easily slip out of her control when you’re around. 

You had shifted positions so you were resting on top of her. Your arms wrapped around her middle as your head rested on her stomach. Her hands slipped into your hair and you shivered at her manicured nails on your scalp. 

Slowly the voices on the television flowed into nothing as all your focus was centered on the woman before you. You lifted the hem of her shirt and started pressing kisses on her toned abdomen. Her head turned to look down in your eyes, a soft smile tugging on her lips. 

“Is this okay?” you asked searching her hazel orbs. 

She nodded, “Yeah angel.”

“Gonna take care of you Mistress,” you said between kisses on her hips as you pulled down her sweats, “I wanna make you feel so good.”

“Wait Y/n,” she said quickly. 

Your hands stopped their motions and your head propped up to look at her with concern, “Wha- whats wrong? Do you want me to stop?”

She sat up and pulled you closer to press a kiss on your lips. Breathlessly she broke apart and spoke, “Not Mistress. Just Cat,” she said looking in your eyes. 

You kissed her again and nodded with a smile, “Just Cat.”

Your hands went to the hem of her shirt and you pulled it off. Your lips went on their descent down her neck and finally you reached her breasts. You took one in your hand as you took the other in your mouth. She moaned as you swirled your tongue around her nipple. 

You scooted back down to lay between her legs. She propped herself on her elbows to look at you. Your hand went to her chest to push her down, “Just relax Cat. I got you baby,”

Your fingers curled around where her panties sat on her hips. You pulled them down slowly and tossed them to the side. Eagerly you lapped a stripe up her folds, moaning at the taste. Your mouth closed around her bud which caused her back to arch off the couch. 

You let two of your fingers gather some of her slick before sliding them in her tight cunt. You pumped them in and out of her as you continued to use your mouth on her clit. 

You were drowning in the sweet sounds of her breathy moans. You loved the rare chances when you could see her like this. She was always the one in command with her hands on you and you loved being her equal. Finally being the one to have her hazy with lust. 

One of her hands went to your hair which you expected to be in a firm grasp like usual. Instead this time she pulled you up to her lips. She moaned into your mouth as you continued your motions on her dripping heat. 

“Y/n, angel I’m so close,” she mewled. 

You used your thumb to rub quick circles on her clit, “Let go Cat. I got you, I’m right here.” 

You leaned in to kiss her and swallow her screams of pleasure as she came on your fingers. You didn’t stop your motions. Expertly curling your fingers to continue hitting her soft spot. 

She pulled you so you were straddling her, your hand still in between her legs. One of her hands moved to slide inside your shorts. She chose not to acknowledge your lack of panties and ruin the moment. 

She smirked noticing how wet you were. She could feel the wet spot rubbing on the back of her hand. You moaned as she rubbed her fingers over your slick then made quick circles on your clit. 

“I’ve barley touched you and I can tell you’re already close,” she said between gasps. 

She quickly curled her fingers and rubbed over the spongy spot inside of you. Black spots were tickling your vision from holding your breath to relish in the pleasure her fingers were bringing you. 

You nodded frantically as she slipped in two fingers to your weeping pussy, “Cum with me Cat, I’m right there.” 

The knot in your tummy was ready to burst. With a few more quick pumps of her fingers you were sent over the edge. Cat came right after you as you circled her stiff bud quickly. 

You both moaned each others names loudly. They were the only comprehendible words mixed in with curses and broken phrases. However there was something you said which Cat immediately picked up, “I love you.” 

“What did you say,” she said pulling away from where you were intertwined. The intrusive thoughts from earlier had returned. She knew she needed to put her walls back up. 

“I love you Cat,” you said looking at her nervously. 

She opened her mouth then closed it again. That all made it real. She started to pick up her clothes and pull them over her body. 

“Wait say something,” you pleaded looking up at her from the couch. 

“I- I can’t. This is too much. I gotta go,” she said grabbing her keys off the counter. 

You followed her to the door, reaching for her hand which she pulled out of your grasp as if your touch had burned her. There were tears in your eyes. She couldn’t even look at you, knowing she’d break. Cat wouldn’t let herself look weak. 

You on the other hand couldn’t stop the emotions from coming to the surface.

“Cat wait. Talk to me. Say something. ANYTHING!,” you said through sniffles. 

She cleared her throat and finally looked at you, trying to maintain her hard exterior, “I don’t love you Y/n. Sorry.” 

She knew she did. She knew she was lying right through her teeth. The words were bitter on her tongue as she spoke them.

She unlocked the door and you didn’t even look up to see her leave. All you heard was the door shut close. You sunk to your knees and covered your face in your hands as the stream of tears slid down your cheeks. 

Was this the beginning to the end?

[scribbling-stiks]

AAR - XXVIII - A Brother Gone

Russia tunes out most of the talking until he sees one of the provinces standing by the window with a concerned look. Apparently, he wasn't the only one to notice.

"Hey Sassafras, what's going on?" Ontario asks, approaching the window.

"I don't know. Some animals are being weird outside," Saskatchewan replies, concern in his voice.

That catches Russia's attention.

Russia kisses America's forehead and stands up. He hurriedly walks over to the window and pokes his head out. The provinces clear the way for him and allow him a clear view of the baffling sight outside.

He stares dumbfounded as bears, deer, rabbits, and other animals that Russia couldn't fully make out all begin to gather around the slime and eat it. It seemed as though they had no interest in each other, and didn't seem to notice others around them. They eat and Russia watches as the rabbits begin to fall. At first, they looked almost drunk, but they began to topple over and stop moving.

The smaller animals fall first, and as Russia watches the display, the bears and deer stumble and begin to fight over the 'food'. Neither seemed to care that they were being disemboweled. It reminded him of the carcasses he had hacked apart in front of the mine.

Russia watches, almost mesmerized, as the larger animals go down. The bears lie down on the ground and Russia watches as the creature's breathing slows significantly until it stops for longer than it had and it didn't start again.

Russia waits for one of them to rise back up from the ground and begin attacking the fortress, but they don't. The animals just lay there, dead.

Russia spins back to the room full of people and claps his hands, shouting, "Look at me!"

Heads spin to stare.

"If you ate the stuff outside, I need to know. NOW!" Russia demands hit tone tight and angry.

He is met with sincere shakes of the head.

Russia sighs. America runs up to his side.

"What's wrong?"

"Animals outside were eating it and they seem dead now."

America swallows thickly.

"That's not good."

Russia nods.

"I will keep watch," Russia says.

"I will help," Finland volunteers, escaping the kids that surround her, a rifle in hand. Russia nods in appreciation.

"I want to help as well," America says. Russia shakes his head.

"You need to rest," Russia says.

"What do you mean I need to rest?" America complains.

"You were not well when you were not sleeping," Russia recalls aloud.

"I'm fine now," America emphasizes, holding his arms out as if to prove his point.

Russia shoots him a skeptical look and America pouts.

"He's right you know," Dixie comments, leaning against the barrel of his shotgun, "you need sleep, Amy. In fact, I don't think you should be leaving again any time soon."

America groans. "Fine! Fine. I'll go and sit over there. All alone," he whines.

Russia rolls his eyes and scoffs lightly. "The states will keep you company," he says with a smile that he fails to hide.

America huffs and crosses his arms like a child. Russia rolls his eyes and smiles softly.

'So stubborn.'

America throws his arms in the air and stomps away to the mat. The children giggle at his antics. Russia grins.

"Don't worry Dad!" Nevada shouts, "we won't leave you alone!"

"Everyone pile on Dad!" Arizona shouts, throwing her hands into the air.

The children cheer and the states and the Philippines jump ontop of America with the provinces yelling encouragements. America is rocked with laughter from under the pile. Russia shakes his head at the scene.

He returns his eyes to the outside with Finland at his side. He tenses slightly before forcing himself to relax.

'She is an ally now,' he scolds himself, 'do not make this any harder than it already is.'

Finland mutters something under her breath which Russia could only imagine was a comment about the strangeness of the situation.

"Do you think it will return?" Finland asks, cocking the rifle.

Russia jumps before answering. "I don't know. I don't see why."

"That stuff was a trap. But it might not have been for just us. I mean look, it killed them."

"But why would it..?" Russia says, trailing off.

"Maybe for food," Finland says with a shrug, "it might come back to eat."

Russia hums, mulling over the possibility. He stares blankly at the pile of corpses until movement catches his eye from the tree line. Russia's head jerks up and he zeros in on the blurry black shape snaking between the trunks of trees surrounding the base.

"Do you see that?" Russia mutters.

"What?"

Russia points to the shadows slinking around just out of eyesight.

"What is that?" Finland mutters.

Russia doesn't answer. He watches as the shadows approach the base. Its shape finally begins to solidify and Russia sees the spider-like monster slowly stumbling toward the still warm cadavers and it crotches above them. The ground rumbles when it opens its mouth and it begins shredding the meat away from the animals, and bones snap. Blood flies through the air and steam rises from the red-stained ground.

"Huh. It looks like a garburator," Canada says, and Russia spins around, startled.

"It's called a garbage disposal," America calls from across the room.

Canada scoffs.

Russia turns when he hears one of the phones begins ringing. New Jersey grabs the phone and tosses it to New York, who catches it easily.

"Heya, this is York. What's going..." New York trails off, "Whoa Boss, you gotta calm down! I can't understand... *Okay. Yes, he's here.*"

New York pulls away from the phone at looks around for a moment, "Russia!"

Russia quickly walks over and New York hands him the phone. "It's your pops. He's freaking out and wants to talk to you."

Russia takes the phone and holds it up to his face.

"*Hello?*"

"*Russia!*" Soviet yells into the phone, panic in his tone. Russia stiffens at the tone. He hadn't heard his father like that. His father is normally much more reserved and controlled.

Now, he sounds completely frantic. A pang of panic hits Russia hard in the chest.

"*Papa, is something wrong? What happened?*"

"*Ukraine is gone!*"

"*What do you mean he's gone?!*" Russia asks dread fills the pit in his stomach.

"*He was only outside for a moment. Alaska ran inside and he's gone!*"

"*Is he hiding outside?*" Russia asks desperately.

'Maybe he's playing a cruel joke.'

'Please, he has to be playing.'

'He has to.'

"*NO! I went out to check. Whatever took him is gone and he is too. His footsteps just stop.*"

Russia feels his heart stop.

'It's real. He's been taken.'

Russia forces back his horror and tries to keep himself together enough to make sure everything was under control at home.

'It dangerous now,' Russia thinks, his hands on his head, 'Alaska! He needs to be there to protect her.'

"*Papa, you have to come back inside,*" Belarus calls in the background, "*It's too cold to be out here for very long.*"

"*I can't-*"

"*Papa,*" Russia interrupts, struggling to keep his voice steady, "*I know you're panicked, but you can't leave the others alone.*"

"*I need to find him! I shouldn't have ever allowed him to leave!*"

"*NO! Do not! You need to be there for Alaska*!" Russia demands, his thoughts blurring together in his terrified state.

Russia hears his father breathing heavily and Belarus trying to coax him back inside. His heart jumps out of his chest when he hears the door slam shut.

"*Hello Russ,*" Belarus says, veiled anxiety in her voice, "*I will try to keep things from falling apart. You need to find Ukraine.*"

"*Okay,*" Russia mumbles before the phone line goes dead.

Russia stands frozen, the phone still pressed on his face.

"Russia?" America asks.

Russia spins around and sees America staring at him. America slowly approaches him.

"Meri?" Russia asks breathlessly.

"Rue, you gotta calm down your breathing. You're gonna pass out," America says softly, carefully placing his hands on Russia's shoulders.

'Calm down my breathing?'

Dizzyness fills his head and he sees America begin breathing slowly, exaggerated inhales. Russia shakily mimics him.

"What happened?" America asks, staring Russia in the eyes with a serious, but concerned look.

Russia glances away.

"Ukraine is missing. He was taken," Russia mumbles, covering his face.

"Hey," America says gently, "look at me."

Russia looks up and meets America's eyes, trying to ignore the discoloration of the blind one.

"It's okay," America says.

"No, it's not!" Russia shouts "it's not okay! Ukraine is missing! He was taken. Taken!"

Russia hears America talking, but he doesn't understand the words. Russia's chest tightens painfully and he sinks to the ground. Ukraine, his annoying younger brother. He's gone. He's gone.

Russia feels himself spiraling.

Ukraine has been taken as a test subject.

"Russia!" America shouts from in front of him. Russia looks up and sees America kneeling in front of him looking terrified. Once America sees Russia had looked up, he forces a smile.

"Rue-Rue, please," America begs, "you have to calm down. If I could survive, if we could get out, he'll be okay."

Russia shakily nods. Still, his heart pounds against his ribcage.

"Rue," America says with a sigh, "I'm going to ask you a few questions, okay?"

Russia gives a trembling nod.

"Okay. Where are we?"

"Home base," Russia forces out between gasps.

"Who am I?"

"Stars."

"What are you holding?"

Russia looks down at his hands.

"Phone."

"What color is the wall?"

"Red."

"What color is the floor?"

"Grey."

Russia finally manages to calm his breathing and stares into America's eyes. America offers a comforting smile. Russia lunges forward and grabs America into a tight hug. America hugs him back. Russia struggles to match his breathing to America's. He hiccups and gasps.

America sits quietly and just holds him.

Once Russia can think clearly again, he pulls back.

'Thank you.'

Russia looks America dead in the eyes, set on fixing this.

"I need to find him."

"What? Russ.."

"No. He's my brother. I need to find him and make sure he's okay."

"You are not doing that alone," America states plainly.

"I have to get him!"

"That's not what I meant," America says, taking Russia's hands, "We are going to find him, okay?"

"...you're going to help me?" Russia asks, breathless.

"Of course!" America says, "of course I'm going to help you. Rue, I'm not going to let you do this by yourself. If you need to go and find him, I'm coming with you."

Russia tucks his head into America's shoulder and tries to hold back his shaking.

"Thank you," Russia mumbles.

"I'm here for you," America says reassuringly, "of course I'm going to help."

"We need to figure out where he is," Russia mutters.

"We will," America says.

"And we need to get him."

"I know."

Russia lets out a shaky sigh.

"How am... How are we going to find him?"

"We'll break into the bases we know about and get maps and information and track down where they're keeping the missing countries."

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[headoverjojo]

Can you write nsfw of Bruno on Christmas holidays making sweet, passionate love with his s/o and he finishes inside s/o? Thank you

Hello!! Aaaaaaa i’m so sorry for this delay ç.ç Well... all in all we’re still nearer to Christmas 2019 than Christmas 2020, right? So I’m still in time- *sweats*

Ok I’ll stop blabbing now! Here we go with a sweet -delayed- Christmas scenario :3

Bruno Bucciarati and his s/o have a sweet Christmas night

(Under the cut for n/sfw contents!)

You smiled, happily weaving at Abbacchio and the boys, as they were finally going out, after the glorious Christmas dinner at your and Bruno’s house. It had been extremely funny, even if so tiring! It had been such a wonderful Christmas…

“It has been amazing, hm, cara?” you tilted your head on a side, leaving more space to your boyfriend to affectionately nuzzle his nose on your neck, leaving a couple of small, sweet kisses. You hummed, content, gently caressing his hands, which were softly holding your hips. So nice…

“It has been… it was fun.” you sighed, content, when his lips softly grazed your skin, going up and up, leaving a couple of kisses on your jaw and then on the corner of your mouth, so near, yet so far… you turned a little your head, finally meeting his lips in a sweet kiss. He sighed, letting you completely turn around, and then holding more firmly your hips, never stopping to kiss you, as his life depended by it. Soon, the kiss turned more passionate, sloppier; his tongue slid inside your mouth, exploring, taking the lead of the kiss. His hands, from your hips, slowly travelled on your back and up, going to cup your cheeks in a firm but gentle grip. When he broke the kiss, you both were breathless, but the needing in your and Bruno’s eyes said everything: that kiss wasn’t enough.

“Let’s end this night in the best way, shall we?” you boldly invited, smiling and following the sharp line of his jaw with the tip of your index. Bruno arched a brow, pleasantly surprised by your invite, and nodded, stopping your hand to softly kiss your palm, in a gesture that made your heart melt. How dared he…

“You always have the best ideas, Y/N.” he lifted you up, making you laugh in surprise, and, after giving you another quick kiss, he carried you to your bedroom, enjoying how you were gripping at his shoulders. He grumbled when, thanks to your privileged position, you started to pepper his neck with soft kisses, giggling at his soft grumbles. He was adorable even when he did so…!

After laying you down on the sheets, he crawled over you, capturing your lips in a deep and overwhelming kiss once again, as his hands roamed on your body, caressing, softly squeezing and absolutely loving how you squirmed under his hands, both to escape his hands and to meet his touch, in a conflictual dance that had the effect to make him desire you even more.

“Thank you for this Christmas, Y/N…” he lifted your shirt, staring at your skin now full of goosebumps that his feathered touch just enhanced, to his immense pleasure. His fingers softly ran on your abdomen and between your breasts, following the rim of your special Christmas themed bra, so silly but at the same time so cute. He loved it.

“Hm? Why are you thanking me, Bruno?” you softly asked, sighing when his lips followed the same trail his fingers had followed a moment before, and feeling your breasts finally free from the costrinction of the bra. He kissed your pulse, and his fingers toyed with your breasts for a second, just enough to make you yearn for more, before flying down, to tease your skin just above the hem of your trousers and panties. He was having fun, hm…?

“Because you are marvellous and I love you. And your presence made this Christmas the most beautiful Christmas I have ever had.” his words had the power to make your heart melt in a puddle of sweetness. How could he been so sweet even during those moments…?

A moment after, to the deep sweetness in your heart, a great wave of lust was added, when his slender fingers slipped under your trousers and panties to tease your sex, which was quickly growing aroused and slippery. His mouth covered yours in a kiss that muffled your sighs and moans, when his fingers gently stroked your folds, to prepare you. His attentions made you grow impatient, and you quickly unbuttoned your trousers and kicked them off, soon followed by your panties too. He chuckled in the kiss, amused by your eagerness, and sank his fingers in you, deliciously spreading and preparing your insides for a couple of minutes; at that point, you couldn’t hold it anymore. It was just too much!

“Please… please, don’t hold back.” he nodded at your words, softly caressing your cheek, and proceeded to finally remove his last garments as well. You spread your legs, with a welcoming smile, and you hissed when he gently stroke his length on your folds, to prepare himself as well. The pressure was so nice, and he was rubbing so perfectly on your already overstimulated clit… you just hoped he wouldn’t have taken long, because your patience was at its limit. You needed him, now.

You breathlessly sighed when he finally slid into you, softly thrusting a couple of times to settle in and let you enjoy every second of it. Your eyes fluttered closed, your teeth sank in your bottom lip; what Bruno was seeing was the most beautiful creature in the whole planet, and she was lost in pleasure thanks to him. And he didn’t want to stop here.

With one arm, he sustained his own weight, and with his free hand he softly twisted your nipple, still unmoving, just buried inside you. You tried to bear it, but it wasn’t enough, and your hips moved on their own, rocking onto his ones, searching for more friction, more pleasure. You needed it…

And, finally, he gave in too.

His arms caged your body, his hands rested on your head’s sides, gently holding it, and his mouth was on yours, to swallow your sweet meowls and gasps, as his hips rocked back onto yours, soon finding a steady rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist, to keep him nearer, and you hold onto his biceps, as to have something real to grasp in that ocean of pleasure you were losing yourself into. Your hips followed his movements, meeting his in a rhythmic dance made of gasps, slaps of skin on skin, soft, loving murmurs on each other’s lips and pleasure. You felt light, like you were just about to…

When he insistently hit your weak spot, your inner walls started to quiver and your legs brought him nearer, making him sink even more into your sweet core, tearing a husky gasp from his lips, puffy and red due to too many kisses. He stopped for a second, to savour the warmth of your deepest part, before starting to move again, with more decision, gritting his teeth when he felt your inner muscles starting to tighten around his length, massaging it in the most delicious way. Damn, he was close… but he couldn’t come and leave you unsatisfied. So, he hold back, pushing faster inside you, and his hand ran down, to your core, to frantically rub your clit, adding more moans to the ones that were already flowing freely from your mouth. A final, huskier moan marked your orgasm, and your back arched, your toes curled, as wave after wave the pleasure blanked everything else, making you feel just that area so perfectly hit and rubbed.

Bruno never had enough of your face lost in pleasure. The sight of it and the way your muscles clenched around his length, almost painfully, undid him. He buried himself inside you, with a last, strong thrust, and sank his face in your shoulder, releasing, finally, inside you, weakly and unconsciously pushing deeper few more times, as not to lose even a drop.

You both just stayed still, holding to each other, your limbs locked together, desperately trying to catch your breath; your mind was slowly and lazily emerging from that incredible pleasure that had deleted everything else.

When you felt your heart starting to beat again at a reasonable rhythm, you kissed his cheek, while he moved few locks of hair from your sweaty forehead, tiredly, but happily, smiling at you. How much you loved that smile…

“Merry Christmas, Bruno.” you murmured, softly kissing his smiling lips and hugging him with all the strength you still had, enjoying the way his broad body was covering and protectively pressing on yours.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he said softly, holding you tight for an infinite while, relishing in your warmth, scent and cuddles, feeling… safe. At home.

There was no better way to conclude that Christmas than being with the person he loved the most, after all.

[littlemisswinchester7]

The Angel’s Weakness (Destiel)

Summary : Dean is no longer able to deal with his memories from Hell alone and he desperately call on Castiel. 

AN: Tell me if you want to be tagged ! (As usual, I do not own the characters or the universe.)

As every night, he wakes up in a cold sweat. His heavy and short breath reminds him that he’s still human. Lately, he’s been questioning this statement a lot. He was no longer himself, and he probably never will be again. He tortured thousands of souls and actually he was willing to torture anyone as long as he wasn’t the one who had to endure it. 

Sam kept telling him that he lasted thirty years but it wasn’t making any difference was it? Sometimes, Dean couldn’t help wondering if ten more years of fighting could have allowed him to stay intact. He was soulless, an empty shell. He felt broken. He couldn’t watch his hands without seeing them stained of blood, couldn’t close his eyes without earring the screams of his victims. Dean was used to fed Sammy up with his lies but still, it was the hardest thing he ever had to do. There wasn’t any other option though, since Dean mentioned hell to his little brother he noticed that he was always watching him as to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere alone. Dean couldn’t bear to see the pity in his brother’s eyes every time they looked at each over. He doesn’t deserve any mercy. He gave up willingly, his selfishness led him to his own lost. After all, he was the only one to blame.

Every night, he dreams about hell and every night he sees himself liking it. He enjoyed torturing other souls as long as he wasn’t hurt. Nothing could ever overcome the deep hole inside him. Every night, he chokes his tears in the pillows of his bed to prevent Sammy from hearing his sobs. He was used to clench his fists so hard that little crescent moon marks appears on his palms. He needed to hurt himself, needed to suffer to ease the guilt he felt deep down. Yet, this night he had reached his limit. He couldn’t pretend that he was okay anymore.

Dean looks back to call on his brother but, to his great dismay he notices that he is alone. He needed to talk to somebody, he may never say this out loud but he needed someone to keep him away from his dark thoughts. At this precise moment, a thought occurred to him. The only one who truly knows what he’s been through, the only one who can comfort him. Before he can change his mind, and without actually knowing what he was doing he started to pronounce Castiel’s name like an incantation. He desperately needed Castiel. He needed an angel to keep him away from hell. His angel was the one who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.

He wasn’t thinking that Castiel might actually come so, when a bright light blurred him he thought he was dreaming. Castiel was standing there right in front of him. As usual, he was wearing his beige trench-coat and his blue tie that Dean likes so much. As usual, he was so freaking gorgeous, but Dean could never tell him that. Dean noticed something in Cas’s eyes, was it sadness? Castiel bends his head on the left and stared at Dean. Cas knew that Dean was in big trouble when he heard his rasping sore voice call on him. He came as soon as he heard Dean’s prayers because he knew that Dean was on the edge and that he’ll fall any minute. Cas was trying so hard to stay indifferent because he wasn’t allowed to feel anything as an angel. Yet, the sight of Dean on his knees, his bleeding hands and the tears on his face has moved Cas at a point he never thought possible. Cas was feeling defective as an angel. This particular human was able to break all of his walls without an effort. Before he met him he was always remarkable and he never really cared for a human, not the way he care for Dean at least. Cas decided to talk first because Dean was obviously the one who needed comfort.

«Dean, oh Dean I can only imagine what you’ve been through in hell and I’ll probably blame myself forever for not saving you earlier.»

Dean suddenly laughed nervously, and the second after he was crying.

«Cas, I beg you, please you have to do something. I… I can’t bear it anymore. I … make it all go away please it destroys me.»

Castiel actually could do what he was asked, he was able to turn Dean’s feelings off but he would never do such a thing. Humans have a tendency to hurt themselves and Cas noticed that when they don’t feel a thing they never end well. He will not watch Dean destroy himself right in front of him, not if he has a say in it. He got closer to Dean and sits in front of him. They were really close now.

«Dean, I’m sorry but I can’t do what you asked.»

«Then fuck off Cas!»

Castiel grabbed Dean’s right shoulder, and he looked him in the eye.

«I, I cannot do that because… you won’t be able to handle it. I cannot do that because I don’t want you to lose yourself. You need to feel something, Dean, even if that’s hurt it will always be better than being without feelings at all. You need to hold on to your humanity.»

«But… that hurts so much Cas, I’m not strong enough, I need your help.»

Castiel made no answer, instead of that he put his hand on Dean’s cheek. Cas’s touch comforted Dean, for a few seconds the pain was just a bad memory. Without even thinking about what he was going to do, the hunter kissed Cas breathlessly. At first, Cas didn’t know how to react, he was torn between his angel’s duty and his lust for Dean who consumed him since he saved Dean from hell. Suddenly, the hunter pull back and he got up. He was now pacing around Castiel with both hands on his head.

«Fuck, fuck why the hell did I just do that? Dammit, I’m so sorry Cas, please forgive me.»

Dean was now against the wall. Castiel pushed him so fast that he didn’t even see it coming. Before he could speak, Cas passionately kissed him back. The kiss was so intense that their teeth collided. They were alone, and nothing else mattered at the moment. Dean knew that this was definitely the best kiss he ever experienced and he also knew that Cas was the reason why. He felt himself blushing because his thoughts were now really obscene. When Castiel unsealed their lips, Dean whimpered in frustration. The angel quickly grabbed Dean’s shirt. Oh god! Dean was so turned on right now. This was the first time that his angel seemed to have lost control and the hunter felt himself getting painfully hard at the sight of Cas’s deep blue eyes. The situation was so unrealistic that Dean wondered if he was dreaming or not. He moaned softly when Castiel whispered in his ears.

«I can make you feel better Dean. I can make you come so hard that you won’t even remember your name.»

Dean was so needy for the angel, but he couldn’t manage to find the words he was looking for because Cas’s words were messing with his head.

«I know the truth Dean. I know that you’ve been having dreams about me. You want me, and I feel the same way.»

While speaking, Cas was moving his hands on Dean’s perfect body and when he reached the bulge in his pants, Dean groaned in anticipation. Cas put Dean’s pants off and a grin appeared on his face when he realized that the hunter wasn’t wearing anything else. He grabbed Dean’s cock and started to stroke it gently. Cas was staring at his lover, analyzing him deeply with his ocean eyes.

«Fuck Cas, what are you d…»

Dean had been interrupted by the sight of Cas licking his cock, and he couldn’t help himself moaning loudly. Castiel, the angel of the lord, was kneeling in front of him and he was blowing him. Dean grabbed Cas’s hair and the angel groaned. The hunter tried to move his hips in a desperate attempt to fuck Cas’s mouth faster and the angel accelerated his rhythm.

«Oh Cas I’m gonna come! If you don’t want to… then…»

The hunter was unable to formulate a complete sentence and a few seconds after, he reached his climax with a scream of pleasure. Cas swallowed all of his semen with a moan. A few minutes after, the two men were staring at each over intensely. All of a sudden, Dean moved and hugged Castiel. He could feel the warmth of the angel’s body, and he felt safe. He was no longer afraid of anything because he knew that Cas will always be there to watch over him. He knew that and, for the first time in a long time he felt whole again.

«Cas… I, jeez I’m pretty sure that you know what I mean.»

«No, I don’t Dean. You’re gonna have to tell me.»

«Fuck Cas, I know you get it.»

Castiel leaned himself and put a chaste kiss on Dean’s lips.

«I love you too Dean.»

Dean felt a delightful warmth spreading inside of him. He was in love with his angel since the beginning but alas he was too proud to admit it. It was only at this moment that Dean realized that his lover was still hard.

«Cas, it’s your turn baby come here.»

It was gonna be a long night for the two men.

[here4theheartbreak]

Found My Place Ch 2: Give Us a Try

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Relationships: main YoonJin, side VMin (mentioned) Rating: Explicit

Genres: angst, smut Tags (for entire fic): idol AU (canonverse), transgender character, transgender Seokjin, FTM Seokjin, transphobia, pre-debut, misgendering, bisexual Yoongi, supportive Yoongi, discussion of gender confirming surgeries and HRT, virgin Seokjin, sex anxiety, first time, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, generic and scientific terms for female bodied genitals, squirting, barebacking, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, angst with a happy ending

Summary: Jin has a secret that could ruin BTS before they even had a chance to debut. To make matters worse (and better) Yoongi is determined to pursue him to the ends of the earth. Is balancing his secrets and his life possible, or will it all come toppling down around him?

Chapter Word Count: ~3.2k

Jin’s heart thudded a million miles an hour as he rode to the airport alone. He’d been with his members so much in the past year, the idea of going anywhere alone was horrifying. Yoongi had tried to come along, but the manager refused. Instead, he was up texting Jin rapid fire, telling him jokes and complaining about the other members. It felt good, if Jin was being honest. Despite the weight of his secret, Yoongi hadn’t changed a single action that previous night. Just as rough and boyish, not bothering to do more than laugh when the maknaes ganged up on Jin to beat him to pieces before bed, nothing. He did make a gentle point to quietly tell Jin when the bathroom was free, so he could shower in peace, but nothing more. Maybe Yoongi wouldn’t change.

On the plane ride, Jin allowed himself to daydream about what it would be like to date Yoongi. He was so quiet and up in his head, but he opened up to Jin. Would that stay the same? How would it feel to cuddle with him in a shared bed? To spend hours kissing his soft lips and holding his callused hands? Maybe even losing his virginity… Jin tried his best to push that thought away; the fear of anyone seeing him naked had always been too great to even consider opening up to someone in that way. Yoongi would find out his other secrets, things he liked that he shouldn’t, he would see him fully nude and have his body there for judgement. The thought was a nightmare. He knew if Yoongi and he did start dating he’d be expected to give it up at some point, but he didn’t know even how to begin broaching the subject.

Yoongi continued to text when Jin got off the plane, sending short clips of the other members playing or dancing, Jungkook struggling with his homework as Namjoon scolded him, Jimin and Taehyung sneaking kisses behind the couch when they were supposed to be cleaning. And Yoongi himself, working on music or just sitting, short messages of support in whispered tones. And he ended them all the same way. Hyung. Be safe, hyung; Come back soon, hyung; We miss you, hyung. It was a tiny show of support, Jin knew. If only Yoongi knew how much it meant to him.

The doctor was kind enough and the surgery was scheduled to start early the following morning. Jin was placed in a nice hotel room, where he called Yoongi to chat as soon as he was able.

“Are you scared?” Yoongi finally asked.

“Yeah. The doctor says it’s nothing to worry about but I’m terrified. I keep thinking of all the things that could go wrong.”

“Think of the good stuff. When he fixes your chest, you’ll never have to wear those uncomfortable under shirt things. Seeing you in that made my ribs hurt, I can’t imagine wearing it for dancing too.”

“It sucks,” Jin admitted, chuckling. “I wish you could have come.”

“Me too. You don’t deserve to go through this alone. I’ve been… Doing some research.”

“Research?”

“On trans people. I want to learn about you. And how to be supportive. I read a lot about top surgery and the different things you have to do to keep yourself looking this way. The shots and… Stuff.”

Jin chuckled. “Yep, every week.”

“I learned a lot. I hope it comes in handy. I want you to feel like I support you. Because I do. More than anything. I just want you happy. And healthy.”

Jin’s heart clenched tightly at Yoongi’s words. “Thank you… It does mean a lot.”

“I have to go meet the others… Text me, okay? If not tonight, when you get to the hospital tomorrow. And right away when you wake up, I don’t care if it’s just keysmash because you’re high. I need to know you’re okay, okay?”

Jin laughed. “I will. Goodnight, Yoongi.”

“Goodnight, hyung… The dorm’s lonely without you.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting.”

“Tell the others I said hi.”

“Of course. Chat soon.” Yoongi hung up, and Jin flopped back onto his bed, sighing softly as he stared at the ceiling.

Jin obeyed Yoongi’s wishes, texting right before – and immediately after the surgery. And the texts continued. He remained in Japan his entire healing process, working with various doctors and therapists to get his movement back as quickly as was safe. The entire time he was there, Yoongi called and texted at least once per day. The other members joined in at times, sending texts or calling to check in, but Yoongi was the one that kept the steady influx of calls.

Jin struggled at times, feeling like he’d never get back to the top of his game, feeling like maybe surgery was a bad idea, it could injure the group. Yoongi was right there, listening to him cry and speaking in soothing tones, reminding him of how good he probably looked, how handsome he was, and how much they all missed him and would help him.

Each night Yoongi called Jin before bed, his heart filled that much more. He was falling so madly in love with Yoongi, and he knew he was too far gone to avoid the subject any more. Three and a half weeks of separation, and he was finally given the green light to return to Korea and begin his work again.

The morning of his return, Jin didn’t text Yoongi. It felt foreign, and bad. He knew he’d worry him, but it would be worth it. He wanted to sleep on the flight, but was full of nervous energy. He didn’t know if what he was doing was a good thing, or even close to what Yoongi really wanted, but he had to try.

He arrived back at the empty dorm shortly before the others were due to be home. There were a handful of texts from Yoongi, getting slightly worried as the time passed. Jin forced himself to ignore them, waiting in the small living room for their group.

Time slowed to a crawl as he waited. What if they were going out tonight? What if practice was late? What if Yoongi was angry with him for his attempt at a surprise? Anxiety chewed a hole in Jin’s stomach.

Finally, the door opened and the members poured in, just as loud and rambunctious as they’d been what felt like forever ago. It took them all a moment to notice the person sitting in their living room, but as soon as they did, they lunged, all talking at once, asking how he was, where he’d been, if he was okay. Jin gave happy, vague answers, his eyes seeking out Yoongi.

‘Surprise,’ he mouthed as Jungkook hugged him almost painfully tight. Yoongi was trying his best to look angry, but couldn’t hide his smile. Jin pried himself from the arms of the maknaes, rising and going toward Yoongi.

“You and I need to talk. Privately.”

Yoongi nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” Jin called to the group, who ‘oohed’ at them as they headed toward the bedroom. Jin shut the door and leaned on it.

“How are you?” Yoongi asked.

“Great. Pretty much all healed. Just some ointment to make the scars fade. But that’s not why I dragged you in here.”

“Oh?”

Jin took a deep breath, straightening up. “I told you before my surgery I needed time to think. About us.”

Yoongi nodded.

“Well, I had a lot of time to think while I was recovering.”

“Oh… And?”

Jin swallowed hard. He closed the gap between them and grabbed Yoongi’s cheeks. He pressed their mouths together before he had a chance to change his mind. Yoongi gasped, grabbing his upper arms. He didn’t pull away though. Instead he pulled Jin closer, his body relaxing. He walked them toward the wall, bumping them against it. Jin laughed softly, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders as he slid his tongue over Yoongi’s bottom lip. The kiss deepened naturally, and Jin found himself pressed between the wall and Yoongi’s body, Yoongi’s lips and teeth biting a painfully pleasurable mark on his shoulder.

Yoongi pulled back when he seemed to be satisfied with the mark, meeting Jin’s gaze. “I take that as a yes then… To my offer before you left.”

Jin laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. It’s a yes. I wanna date you.”

“Let me take you out tonight. The others won’t mind.”

Jin laughed, stroking Yoongi’s cheek. “It’s my first night back. Let me spend it with all of you guys. You and I can go out tomorrow night. Deal?”

“I suppose one more night of waiting is okay,” Yoongi lamented. He kissed Jin once more. “Can I keep doing this?” He whispered against his mouth.

“I never want you to stop that.”

Yoongi pulled back then and stepped back, holding Jin’s broad shoulders. “So your chest! Your surgery. Let me see?”

“The scars are still healing – I need to put cream on them a few times a day.”

“I don’t care. Do you love it?”

“I really do,” Jin admitted softly. He stripped out of his shirt, his cheeks heating up. Nobody but his doctors and nurses had seen his chest yet. His arms raised instinctively, but Yoongi grabbed his hands, forcing them down as his eyes roamed over Jin’s body.

“You’re so handsome. I love it. It looks perfect. Does it hurt still? Can I—” Yoongi held up his hand.

“It doesn’t hurt. It’s sensitive, around the scars and the nipple area… I never really had a sensitive chest before so it’s taking some getting used to but… You can.”

Yoongi touched Jin’s shoulder first, sliding his hand down slowly, almost tenderly, over his chest. Jin’s eyes fluttered shut when he brushed over his nipple, biting his bottom lip. Yoongi traced the scars with a delicate finger, then dropped down to Jin’s belly button before letting his hand fall.

“It’s perfect you, hyung. You look so masculine.”

Jin grinned sheepishly, his face warming at the praise. “I wonder if the others will ask… Now that I can show my chest…”

“I’d ease them into it. They’ll ask more questions if you suddenly start walking around shirtless. Maybe a day or two here or there. You could… Shower with me, if you wanted to… Especially now that we’re dating.”

Jin felt his heart skip a beat at that.

“That requires being fully naked.”

“Usually.” Yoongi paused. “Oh… Right, your bottom half… You know I don’t care, right?”

“I know. It just feels… Wrong.”

“I get it. I won’t push you.”

Jin’s shoulders sagged a little, guilt beginning to eat at him already. “It’s not fair to you.”

“What isn’t?”

“You’re a perfectly normal, healthy guy. You have needs. And my anxiety won’t let me fulfill those needs.”

“Well, one, my hands both work great. Two, I don’t expect you to just jump into bed with me now that you’ve agreed to dating me. I’d want to build up to that. Even if you had a dick. And three, I know what I’m getting into. I’m more than happy to wait, and move at your pace. I want to be happy with you – that means your happiness too. I’ll follow your lead in this, Jin-hyung. I’ve not dated a trans person before, so I know it will be different. I won’t push you – You just tell me when you’re ready.”

“You won’t resent me?” Jin worried, his voice timid.

Yoongi pressed against him and kissed him once more. “Are you kidding? I’m dating the most handsome member of Bangtan. I could never.”

Jin pushed him playfully, rolling his eyes. Yoongi grabbed his hand. “I mean it. I want to make you happy.”

“You will. You already do, just being the way you are. Your support these past few weeks… It was all that got me through some days. The other members helped but you… Knowing the truth, sticking by my side even virtually – I’m so thankful.”

Yoongi nodded. “You deserved support. You needed it. I’m glad I could help.”

Jin stepped forward, holding his jaw to kiss him gently once more.

“Hyuuungs,” Jungkook whined, bursting through the door. “I’m hung—Oh, my God, I’m so sorry!” He slammed the door shut just as Jin broke away from Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi laughed a little and Jin tugged his shirt back on, relieved his back was to the door.

“Well, guess that made telling the group easier.”

Jin chuckled. “Guess so. We should go do damage control.”

“Kiss me again.”

Jin obeyed without hesitation, pressing his lips gently to Yoongi’s. He opened the door then and walked back into the living room, where Jungkook sat with a tomato red face on the floor.

“So… Got something to tell us?” Namjoon asked, smirking.

“Yeah… About that,” Jin rubbed the back of his neck.

“Has it been going on long?” Jimin asked.

“No,” Yoongi stepped next to Jin. “We wouldn’t have hidden that. I asked him out a while back, but today he said yes.”

“But your shirt was off,” Jungkook argued. Jin bit his lip.

“I—” He sighed. “I was showing him a scar. I have something to confess.”

Yoongi grabbed Jin’s hand, looking at him quickly.

“The emergency trip was for surgery. For me.”

“Surgery?” Namjoon said. “What for?”

“To have a mass removed from my chest.”

Hoseok shot up, rushing over to Jin. “What? Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Because I didn’t want to scare any of you. It was entirely benign, they made sure. It was just unsightly and made my job difficult. So they removed it. But I have scars now. They’ll heal, but if I seem off on some moves, that’s why.”

“Jin-hyung, you should have told us,” Jimin said softly. “We would have supported you.”

“I didn’t want any of you off your game. In case it went bad—I needed you to think everything was fine and not panic. Yoongi knew, he kept me supported. And everything was fine. Just… If you see me shirtless now… Don’t be startled.”

“Is that why you didn’t go shirtless before?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, that and I’m shy, I guess. But that was a part of it. I’m not gonna start running around half naked or anything, but…”

“We get it,” Namjoon said. “I’m glad you’re okay.” The others murmured in agreement.

“Now we can go eat. I’m sorry I delayed us,” Jin said. As if on a special command, the others shot up, gathering their coats and shoes as they argued over where to eat. Yoongi looked up at Jin.

“That was brave.”

“I wanted some honesty,” Jin admitted.

“Maybe someday… The rest?”

Jin shrugged a little. “The contract…” “I know. But I’m just saying. If you do want to. I’ll stand by you. Just like I did today.” He squeezed Jin’s hand a little harder and kissed his jaw.

“I trust that you will, Yoongi… Come on, we should go before they drag us out.” Jin tugged Yoongi toward the door, following the others. 

[bellakitse]

you've been on my mind like a drug (heaven help a fool who falls in love)

Day 1 Fic prompt: Welcome to the Party @michaelguerinweek

They park down the road from the isolated ranch house that is practically vibrating with the thumping music playing inside. It makes Michael flinch as they make their way out of Max's car and up to the house.

“This was a mistake,” he says to his siblings, eyeing all the cars around the house with contempt. He recognizes more than a few of the flashier, newer cars that belong to the ‘A’ crowd. “Can’t we do something else for our birthdays?”

“No!” Isobel snaps at him, her eyes mean as she continues to walk ahead of them in pointy heels. “We went to that science expo like you wanted, and Max’s boring as hell poetry reading. I want to go to a party like the only normal one of us.”

“But it’s Valenti’s party,” Michael all but whines, looking at Max for support; knowing his brother dislikes the guy too. Max makes a face but doesn’t do much more than that, having accepted his fate of having to socialize with the meatheads of their school.

Isobel stops and turns to look at them. “It’s the best party of the school year,” she starts, giving them a warning look, her mouth tight. “So, you two will not embarrass me,” she points at Max. “Or start trouble,” she turns to him. “You don’t like Kyle, that’s fine. Drink his beer, eat his food, and go find someone to make out in a corner with, got it?”

Michael waits a moment to agree, letting her sweat it out before giving her a begrudging nod of agreement. In return, she rolls her eyes at him and turns around, sure that they’ll follow her.

Michael makes another pained face when they make it inside. He knows it’s not possible, but it looks like the whole school is there and not just the seniors class. The volume of the music is so loud that he can’t make out the lyrics through the noise. Isobel spots her clique and without so much as a wave back at them disappears through the crowd to join them.

“So much for being together for our birthday,” he shouts in Max’s ear and gets a chuckle from his brother. He points towards a table in the corner with red solo cups and starts to make his way to it, Max following behind him. He reaches for two, passing one to Max.

“We should have put a time limit to this before Isobel disappeared,” he says, taking a sip of stale beer. “There is only so much torture I’m willing to put myself through, even for her.”

Max takes a mouthful of his drink, making a face. “It’s what she wanted, Michael, don’t complain so much.”

“It’s just so vapid,” Michael argues. “These people aren’t our friends.”

“To be fair, we don’t make it easy to be friends in the first place when it’s always just the three of us,” Max points out, and Michael doesn’t bother answering, hating when Max has a point.

Okay, so he prefers it when it’s just the three of them, sue him. He’s never felt comfortable around people. He’s painfully aware that he’s not like his peers and not just because he’s from a different planet. Even if he were from earth, he’d still be different.

He’s a foster kid, in ratty clothes with a huge brain and no mouth filter, he might as well have a bullseye on his back. He gets ready to tell Max all of this when he sees a pathetic lovesick look cross his face. He sighs resigned and turns to look in the direction Max is staring at, knowing what he’s going to find and -yep, Liz Ortecho straight ahead with Maria Deluca and a bored-looking Alex Manes.

‘Well, maybe this party won’t be so horrible after all,’ he thinks as he stares hard at Alex. Biting down on a grin when the dark-haired boy turns and catches his eye, raising an eyebrow when Michael doesn’t break his gaze.

Michael nods in the direction of an open door that leads to the back of the house and waits for a response, letting out a  victorious smirk when Alex sends him a subtle nod after a moment of hesitation.

“I’m going to go take a piss,” he turns to Max, who continues to stare stupidly in the distance. “Are you going to be okay gawking at Liz Ortecho, or do you need a napkin to catch the drool?”

“I’m fine,” Max mumbles distracted, and Michael shakes his head, amused at how infatuated his geek brother is with the pretty Spanish girl.

“Okay buddy, you keep doing what you’re doing,” he says as he tracks Alex making his way out the back. He follows a couple of feet behind, letting people move around him. His focus is Alex’s snug black tee. He gets outside where it’s quieter and a whole lot emptier than the house, with just a kid or two lingering around. He spots Alex leaning against the side of the house at the far end of it, away from prying eyes.

“Alex Manes at a Kyle Valenti party will wonders never cease,” he says as he walks up to the boy, taking in the ‘I’m not okay’ MCR shirt that is tight across his chest. His slim waist where a black studded belt hangs low with skinny black jeans ripped at the knees to finish the outfit. The guy is such an emo cliché but so ridiculously hot, with his eyeliner and black nails.

“I can say the same for you, Guerin,” Alex raises an eyebrow at him, and Michael has to curl his hands to keep from reaching out to touch him. “Liz and Maria dragged me here.”

Michael lets out an amused huff. “Same, Isobel wouldn’t take no for an answer until Max, and I caved.”

Alex shares his amused expression. “Don’t be best friends with girls; they bend you to their will.”

Michael shrugs. “It’s turning out okay. Max is in there gazing at Liz lovingly, his favorite hobby.”

Alex nods in agreement. “And you, Guerin?” he asks, something indescribable in his tone. “Are you getting anything out of being at the ‘rager of the year’?”

Michael doesn’t say anything; instead he stares at Alex’s face, his lips. He feels his pulse spike as he watches Alex run his tongue over his bottom lip, his ears catching the way Alex takes a sharp breath, and he looks away from Alex’s mouth to find wide eyes staring back at him.

“You can’t look at me like that,” Alex whispers.

“Like what?” he asks quietly, taking a step and then another, closing the gap between them until his front brushes against Alex’s. “How do I look at you?”

“You know how,” Alex complains. “Don’t play dumb.”

“Tell me,” Michael demands, his face closer to Alex, his skin tingles with anticipation. “Tell me.”

“You look at me like you know what I taste like,” Alex shoots back, his words sparking something inside Michael, and he flashes back to a month ago when they found themselves in the stalls of the Roswell public library. Strong hands holding on to his hair, the floor hard under his knees and an addictive taste on his tongue as he sucked Alex down. He remembers the look of bliss on Alex’s face as he swallowed around him and the pride he felt that he put that look on Alex’s face.

“I do know what you taste like,” he whispers, hardening in his pants, letting Alex feel it as he presses him into the side of the house. He’s unable to keep his hands off Alex as the boy lets out a soft moan and puts them on his waist. “I think about it nonstop, the taste of you, the sounds you made. I’m obsessed, and all I want is to do it again, and again, and again.”

Alex lets out a low-pitched whine. His hands, twisting up Michael’s flannel shirt. “You can’t say things like that,” Alex answers, his body going against his protest as he pulls Michael even closer, rocking into him when Michael pushes a knee between his legs.

“Why not,” Michael challenges, giving him a feather-light kiss below his ear, his mouth against the shell of it as he asks again. “Why not, Alex?”

“We said it was a one-time thing,” Alex says breathlessly, as he tilts his head back to give Michael room to leave a trail of open mouth kisses.

“You said it was a one-time thing,” Michael says, pulling back, he tries for a casual attitude, but even he can hear the hurt in his voice. Alex hears it too, and he pulls back to look at Michael, snapping out of his haze.

“You agreed,” Alex argues, now completely focused.

“What was I supposed to do?” Michael asks, pulling away, the mood dead. “I blow you; you give me a handjob and before we even pull our pants up, you tell me that I shouldn’t worry. That it doesn’t mean anything and that you won’t be catching feelings!” he finishes, now louder, angrier. The words have been echoing in his head since Alex uttered them.

“I was giving you an out!” Alex shouts back, not backing down. “Everyone knows you date girls, and then one day you corner me in the library, kiss me and next thing I know; we have our hands on each other’s dicks. I thought you were experimenting and I’m the only out guy at school,” Alex continues, his voice small, his arms going around himself. He looks so unsure and shy, so unlike school Alex, who wears his ‘fuck you world’ as a part of his emo-punk aesthetics. “I didn’t need you to tell me it didn’t mean anything, so- “

“So you said it first,” Michael finishes for him, his anger gone and in its place, a tender affection that he’s never felt for anyone but his siblings and he’s filled with a need to pull Alex close and protect him from the world.

Not one for impulse control he does exactly that, he pulls a tense Alex close and holds him to his chest, his face tucked in his shoulder. He feels Alex slowly lose his tension, and soon the boy is hugging him back tightly. He holds him for a few minutes longer before pulling back to look at his face.

“Milkshakes and fries, tomorrow at the Crashdown,” he says, smiling when Alex gives him a confused look that clears to a surprised but hopeful expression.

“Are you asking me out, Guerin?” Alex asks, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Are you going to put me out of the misery you’ve had me for the last month and say yes, Manes?” he questions, his heart tripping all over itself when Alex nods at him, his eyes soft.

As he closes the space between their lips, he silently thanks Isobel for dragging him to this stupid party. Not that he’ll ever tell her verbally, no need for her smugness, he thinks. Which is the last thought he has because Alex does a twisty thing with his tongue and Michael stops thinking completely.

[marvelswinterfrost]

1943 (Part 4)

WARNINGS: WAR, Violence

MASTERLIST

Chapter ONE | Chapter TWO | Chapter THREE | Chapter FOUR 

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Somewhere in a trench; Austria 1944: (a few months after the drafting)

Bucky sat in the mud, pressing his rifle tight against his chest. His back was leaning against one of the wooden trench walls; it was just like him covered in blood stains, dirt and ragged. The bombs that were occasionally fired at their trench destroyed more than a half of what they had dug before the battle started. It had taken sweat and tears, working day and night in the hope to be done with it before the Germans had a solid shelter to hide in, but all in vain. Once they thought they had the upper hand, thought that they’d made it, the enemies already attacked.

They weren’t a lot more than they were, in fact, they almost had the same number of soldiers on each side. ‘Had’. The enemy was fearless, brutal. They took them down without great effort. Bucky saw men dying; young and old. Brave and frightened ones. Ones who had signed up because they wanted to protect their country and ones who signed up for the drill to fight.

The day he was being drafted seemed so far away to the soldier. The day he had seen Loki the last time. He’d thought about writing a letter to the other man, telling him that he was fine. That he’d be home soon. But the longer they stayed at the front, the more Bucky realized that he might never make it back. Each day they spent longer waiting in the muddy trench, ground soaked with the blood of the fallen soldiers, the fallen friends, the more they all lost hope. Their general would tell them it’s a strategy, “let the enemy have the upper hand. Think you’re weak. And then attack.” He would say. They all knew every word coming from him was a lie. Nonsense spoken by a man who sends his soldiers onto the field to die. ‘Died a heroic death’ he would write in the letters that were being sent to the families of the fallen ones.

“Bullshit.” Bucky thought as he straightened his helmet that was constantly sliding over his eyes. His hand trembled and his body jerked when a bomb went off only meters away from him. The dirt was thrown into the air and came crashing down on the men firing back. Bucky could hear voices; they were yelling. But his mind was too far off to understand what they were saying. A man crouched in front of him, gripping his left shoulder firmly.

“Sergeant.” The man said breathlessly. “They’re attacking faster than we can counter.”

Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts and stood up, getting him into a kneeling position and dragging the other soldier a little to the right, so he’d be less likely to be hit by a bullet.

“How many are there?” he asked, looking around to see if the men who defended the trench were in need of help.

“Hard to tell. Bit more than 300? More than us for sure. They’ll have us dead by the end of the night.” Fear was glistening in the soldier’s eyes. Much like Barnes’, his face was bloody and dirty. There was a smear on his left cheek, right under his eye. ‘He’s been crying’, Bucky thought. They’d all been there since they left home. Some days it’s all your body can take, and you break down. Every day you’re losing a friend hit by a bullet or by a bomb. And sometimes all that’s left are bent dog tags in the mud. Bucky had gathered many of them, some men he didn’t even know, and sent them back to their families if their death was confirmed or a month had passed since their disappearance. He’d hoped that maybe then their families find some peace.

“Shit.” Barnes hissed in desperation.

“You can say that, Sergeant. There’s only two options: We surrender, or we die.” Bucky didn’t say anything instead he took another look at the soldiers of his unit. They were on their limit, barely standing on their feet anymore. He turned back to the other man. Only now he noticed the hole in his helmet. He must have taken it from a fallen soldier. Maybe they were close?

“What’s your name, soldier?” he yelled, trying to be heard with the bombs and guns going off around them.

“Private Sean Smith, Sergeant.” The soldier yelled back.

“You’ got family waiting for you back home, Private?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ve got a wife and a small child. Must be ‘bout two years old now. Haven’t seen them in a long time. Promised I’ll be back soon.” He laughed painfully at the memories.

“Yeah, I promised someone as well. And we didn’t have a proper date yet, so I’ve got plenty to do when I come back.” Bucky said amused. They really hadn’t. He made a mental note to himself that once they reached American ground again, he’d take Loki on a date. A proper date in the evening, with candles lighting up the dim room of a restaurant. But right now, this plan seemed to be only a dream. A dream Bucky so desperately wished to become true. Afterall all he had to do was hold on, right?

“That’s one lucky girl, Sergeant. She’s gonna hug the crap outta ya when you’re getting back, I’m sure of it.” The private smiled.

“Yeah, probably.” Barnes smiled sadly brushing off the other man’s thought of him having a female partner. A hug from Loki sure would help him a lot at the moment though. Being pressed against his muscular chest, his head buried in his neck and soft hands running down his waist in a slow motion. All he wanted was to wake up someday and find the man he loved so dearly lay beside him again.

“Private,” Bucky said, gripping the soldier’s shoulder and looked him into his eyes, making sure he understood the orders he was about to give him. “You’re getting ever man we have left of our and other units. Gather them at one point here in the trench where you think it would be safe. We’re not going to give up, but they can’t carry on a battle any longer, you hear me?” the private nodded. “Once you’ve done that, stay with them. Tell them to crawl through the trenches or the Germans might see them. They have to be more careful than usually; do you understand? Once they’re gathered, they’re a greater target with more causalities when they’re spotted.”

“That’s, a big risk, Sir. I’m not sure they’ll be happy about it. Some might refuse the order.”

“They do as I say, or they’ll be killed. Do you hear me? Either by the enemy or by me. We’re a team and when one disobeys, we’ll all pay the price.” The soldier nodded. Bucky had never in his life thought there would come a day where he’d have to threaten people with death. He knew he wasn’t going to take their life, but he couldn’t guarantee his superior wouldn’t. With a small salute, the private left.

“Looks like we’re going all in now.” He muttered to himself. “This is such a Steve thing to do, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He crawled a few meters before slowly standing up and glancing over the top of the wooden trench wall, his rifle still in his hands. When his eyes met the muddy surface of the battlefield, he was met with a dozen pairs of combat boots. He followed the legs upwards with his eyes and came to a halt when he saw multiple weapons pointed at him. No one shot. All they did was standing there and waiting. James knew that as soon as he’d raise his gun, he’d be a dead man.

“Surrender and nothing will happen. We’ve got the rest of your men in our hand.” A voice with a heavy german accent said. A man in a black leather trench coat stepped in front of the german soldiers, kneeling down right above the sergeant. When the man saw Bucky’s heavy breathing and tightening grip on his rifle he laughed. “Oh, but don’t worry, they’re all well and alive. For now.” Again, he smirked. “So, will you be so kind and accompany us or will you choose to play the hero?”

“I’d rather die than follow your kind of sick bastards.” Bucky spat, his gun now almost to a point where he could possibly take out at least one of them before being shot. The soldiers behind the speaking man took a step forward, ready to shoot any time, but Leather Coat held them back.

“Very well.” He said and stood up, brushing off the mud that had made its way onto his precious coat. “Take him.”

Bucky waited for a shot to ring out, for a bomb to fall from the sky but nothing came. He frowned confused at the missing violence coming from the enemy. But just as he was about to ask what the weird speaking man had meant, something hard hit him from behind and everything went black.

After that he didn’t remember much. He remembered waking up, strapped to a table in a cark and wet room. It smelled terribly. Men in white coats were injecting him some liquids that stood on the small metal table beside him. They were constantly talking about things he didn’t understand. Did he catch the word “Experiment”? He wasn’t sure. He’d just hoped that the others were still alive. He’d hoped Loki wouldn’t be mourning to long when Steve got the letter of him being dead. He wished he could’ve told Loki one last time how much he meant to him, even though they hadn’t known each other for too long. He just wished everyone the best. And maybe some time, when their time came as well, he’d see them all again.

[foodcourtdetective]

Sweet Bread

summary: NoHank is frustrated that Y/N and Barry keep dancing around each other so he decides that he needs to do something about it.

tags: mutual pining; "There's only one bed!"; Unresolved Sexual Tension; short!Y/N; slightly NSFW

A/N: Happy day after Christmas @mere-mortifer! Hope that you like it!

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NoHo Hank was going to scream. Not that he could as he was hidden in the tech booth of the theatre that Barry rehearsed at, but one could understand what he meant. Currently, the cause of his want to scream was the couple standing on stage right in front of him. Barry and Y/N were in the middle of a scene for their play and had a reconciliation hug written into this scene by Gene (whether Gene was in the same position as NoHank was unknown to the gangster). So every day NoHo Hank got to watch these two actors hug for too long and not realize that it was romantic. Every day, Barry wrapped his arms around a fake-crying Y/N and tucked her head gently under his chin. Y/N would close her eyes, hug him back after a moment, her hands wrapping around his surprisingly muscular torso. NoHank didn’t even watch the whole hug any more because he couldn’t STAND how Barry would lovingly kiss the top of her head and then Y/N would tilt her head up to look at him towering over her. He would turn back to the stage when he heard Gene (with some frustration in his voice?) order them to move on to the next scene, reminding Barry that he needed to remember his line after the hug to end the scene in further rehearsals.

NoHank would not Y/N walk off stage yet, instead he watched as Barry’s gaze, without fail, lingered over her departing figure first over her hair, then her butt predictably. But as soon as Barry realized that he was leering at Y/N, he would bury his wanting gaze into his script to look at the line that he inevitably never remembered because he was distracted by Y/N’s gaze. On cue, Y/N looked back over her shoulder at Barry reading, biting her lip as she looked him over before leaving. NoHank managed to hold in the scream until he ran off to his car, banging his bald head into the steering wheel for good measure.

“Surely there must be something that can be done so Barry and his lady friend can finally realize that they are meant to be together,” NoHank pondered out loud as he drove off to his meeting with Barry and Goran.

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After reporting no weakness found in Barry and a bunch of boring details regarding Barry’s next hit (some guy named Paco), NoHank caught up with Barry as he was leaving Goran’s house.

“Hey man, how’s it been going? You and Y/N still practicin-“ Without any warning, Barry slammed NoHank by the neck against the house, his eyes looking downright murderous.

“If you mentioned so much as a girl in my class, I will-“ NoHank quickly shook his head, gesturing for Barry to let go. Putting his hands on his head and bending down to catch his breath, he looked Barry over to see the glint of nervousness behind his intimidating glare.

“Okay first of all, not cool Barry. That shit hurted. Second of all, I would never say anything about you know what in front of Goran. He does not believe in love like I do!” Barry’s eyebrows rose significantly, but NoHank shushed him.

“I know you love her, Barry. You would not have strangled me in suburban daylight without gloves if you hadn’t been thinking with that big, bleeding heart of yours.” Barry gave him a weird look at the mention of his heart, almost pained, before coming close to him to whisper an admission.

“Look, just don’t let Goran know that I’m out of town this weekend. Gene wants us to watch another cast do our play to see how much they may have copied of our production. He keeps seeing one of their guys hide out in the tech booth to watch our rehearsals.” NoHank pretended to look shocked, mentally calculating that Gene Cousineau might be more smarted than the Chechens had believed him to be.

“I will not tell, Barry! Class trips are so much fun. Make sure to share your sweet bread with Y/N!” The midwestern hitman rolled his eyes, slightly confused by the mention of the random dessert, and left NoHank standing against the house. As NoHank watched him walk away, a seed of an idea was planted and began to grow in his mind. He smiled, knowing he had a way to help out his murderous friend.

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Barry was going to kill NoHank. He must have had something to do with this hotel situation with Gene vehemently insisting this was the only room available even though the vacant sign was only glowing with one word. He turned to look over at Y/N who just shrugged while biting her lip. She was saying something about the situation being good for the play but all Barry could think about was her bottom lip stuck in between her teeth. How would it feel to kiss her, to suck on her lower lip, to watch her lips trembled as he-

“Come on, Barry!” Her sweet voice interrupted his invasive thoughts as Y/N pulled him along to the room they were forced to accept. Her hand on his wrist was tugging something dark within him, something that wanted to pin both of her wrists to the wall and-

“Thanks for coming with me to scout out the competition. Obviously Gene was overreacting about them borrowing any of our material. They didn’t even have the hug scene or anything like that,” her voice hitched as she was talking and it occurred to Barry that she was nervously rambling. He wilted internally, realizing he was probably freaking her out with the lingering glares. Stupid. Don’t be stupid. They entered the hotel room, standing together at the foot of the bed. Barry noticed that Y/N was still holding his wrist, her grip tightening on it as her wide eyes looked at the bed. As his gaze traced up her arm and to her face, he found her already looking up at him, that damn lip in between her teeth again.

“Will you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?” Barry’s eyes slid back into focus, realizing he had said that last pleading thought aloud. Embarrassed, he looked down at the ground, avoiding her eyes.

“Uh, just standing here! Let’s go over the reconciliation scene one more time!” She nodded at his suggestion, pulling away from him to put her hands on her hips. Barry gulped, trying to think of bodies and guns and anything but how beautiful her hips were.

“I toldya Bill. I’m not gonna tolerate ya lookin’ at another dame like that!” Her terrible 1920s accent would have normally drawn a laugh from the class, but there was no one here. They were alone, together. Barry’s mouth suddenly became horribly dry.

“Helen, please. I never look at anyone else. You’re the only one for me!” He grabbed her forearm to pull her near and she slapped his chest.

“Don’t say that if it isn’t true, Barry,” Y/N blushed at her mistake, twitching under his touch but Barry was too preoccupied with his own feelings to even notice her slip-up. Barry pulled her into his arms with feeling, her body flush against his as he put his chin atop her head like always. However, he found his hand sliding up and down her back, lingering as if her body was a glass of water that he was slowly sipping from. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes smoldering as she looked up at him breathlessly.

“Let’s go to bed, doll,” Barry choked out, his intense gaze now fixated on her parted mouth. Her face lit up and she was about to congratulate him on finally remembering the line, but Barry smashed his eager mouth against her like he was trying to bruise her. Letting out a deep sigh of relief, Y/N kissed him back just as sincerely, her neck straining to meet him. Instinctually noticing her discomfort, Barry lowered his hands down to her ass and pulled her up to eye level, her legs wrapped around his waist painfully tight. Pressing her against the wall, Barry groaned as he finally got to suck on Y/N’s lip and feel her gasp at the contact.

“Take me to bed, Block,” she whispered with a smile, her fake drawl sultry music to his ears as he whirled around and let them fall into bed together. Barry gripped onto her waist as he started trailing his mouth down her body, watching her eyes roll back into her head as he began to pull her underwear down from underneath her skirt.

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“Thank you for your business, good sir,” Gene said as he finished placing money into the front desk employee’s palm. Peering around to make sure no one saw him, Gene strutted out of the hotel with a sly smile to himself. Just a few floors above him, NoHank was dressed as the waitstaff with a terribly fake wig and was pushing a food cart toward Barry and Y/N’s room. As he arrived at their room, NoHank didn’t have to press his ear to the doorway to hear the obnoxiously loud creaking of the mattress and the desperate pleas of going faster.

“Barry! I didn’t realize my boy had the game in him. I guess he doesn’t need my sweet bread after all,” NoHank smiled to himself at his own declaration. He turned his cart around, taking his sweet bread away (with the words “Barry Loves You” frosted atop the dessert). Before he turned the corner, NoHank stopped the cart and retrieved what he had put on the side of the treat. Running back over to their hotel room, he mischievously slid the sleeve of condoms he had brought underneath the door before scampering away pleased with himself.

[bxcksdoll]

Reunion

ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE!!!

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Parings: Thor x reader

Summary: Y/N didn’t survive the snap in infinity war but now she’s back and reunited with, her boyfriend, Thor and the other avengers. (Also the reader has magnetic powers)

Warnings: endgame spoilers

A/N: endgame killed me and did my man thor dirty by ruining the whole new development he had in ragnarok like he developed into a true king and they just threw that away so I’m mad and needed to give him some happiness. I had great fun writing this so I hope yall enjoy it.

Walking through the portal from Wakanda to New York, you witnessed the ruin around you. The portal had taken you to the Avengers Compound but, instead of seeing the pristinely modeled building, all you saw around you were ruins of the place you once called home. Either side of you were people and aliens from all around the universe, teaming up to beat Thanos.

Your heart ached as you glanced around to search for Thor; you hadn’t been able to see him in, what felt like, years. He had gone back to Asguard for a ‘short trip’ and when he returned to the battle in Wakanda you had hardly said hello before you had turned to dust...

Suddenly, forks of lightning shot down from the clouds above, giving you as signal to where your boyfriend was. You couldn’t see him over the rows of Wakandan’s but felt a burst of pride in your heart when seeing his powers.

“Avengers!” the voice of - one dirty-looking - Captain America shouted. “...assemble.”

The battle had begun, both sides sprinted forward, knocking down and tearing each other apart. You stopped dead in your tracks, ripping metal imbedded in the ground and surged it forward with all your might, forcing some of Thanos’ army down.

“Nice one, girl,” you hear a voice from beside you. You glanced around to see Shuri, a proud smile spread across her face.

“Thanks,” you reply before seeing her expression change to concern. She shoot some sort of energetic waves, from her specially-designed blasters- behind you. The energy waves took down five aliens that were heading straight for you.

“Thanks, again,” you nod before running to your right.

“Hey, Y/N?” comes Tony’s voice from just ahead of you.

“Tony!” you shout, making your way over to him whilst clearing out herds of aliens with ease.

“You’re alive - it’s so great to see you!” he smiled, moving in to embrace you.

You embraced him back, “I hope I haven’t been gone too long, Stark,” you laughed. To your surprise, Tony let you go and stepped back; staring at you with a sad expression.

“You’ve been gone for five years...” he responded, quietly.

Shock hit your stomach like a knife. “W-what?”

“Look out!” you heard Steve’s voice say. Turning around, you saw an enormous, armoured alien coming towards you. Steve flung his shield at the back of its head and attempting to take it down.

You joined in, using your powers to telekineticly force metals bars around the alien’s legs - trapping him. With one final swing of metal, you were able to chop the head off the creature.

“Thanks...” Steve said, breathlessly. “It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back,” you gleamed, hugging him.

“Is Bucky here?” Steve asked, in a concerned manner.

“Yes, don’t worry about him, Cap. You’ll see him soon enough after we’ve finished this,” you answered, optimistically.

“I hope so, I just wanted to be sure. I saw Sam but not Buck...”

“Hey, Rogers, Y/L/N, there’s no time for chit-chat. Get your asses back into the fight,” Tony ordered, taking flight.

You flew the nearest sharp stick of metal closest to you; grabbing it and making a run towards a crowd of aliens. You swung it into the first creatures head, knocking it into three more creatures and proceeding to impale the others around you.

More and more began to surround you as you sent disfigured scraps of metal flying in every direction. Still, it seemed that your powers weren’t enough to hold the herd off.

Your estimation was that there were 50 of Thanos’ army surrounding you as you continued to fight for your life. You knew that more were coming every second and had to act fast.

In the distance you acknowledged that bigger, more powerful aliens were on their way to attempt to defeat you.

“Well, shit,” you murmured, pausing for breath before crushing some more creatures with, what you thought to be, a large flooring panel.

“If anyone...” you stopped to take another breath, “cares to help me here, I’d much appreciate it.”

A few seconds later, the sky turned even darker and a deafening sound of thunder boomed from above. Straight after, the brightest, most powerful group of lightnight blasts struck the herd around you. The estimated 50 of them fell dead to the floor, no longer anywhere near you.

Then, a large figure dropped to the ground, behind you. Turning, you saw him. The man you had been searching for. Thor.

But, this time, he was different. Your eyes grew wide in shock as you saw a scraggly-haired, bushy-bearded Thor before you. He had gained a lot of weight since you last saw him.

“Y/N, you’re-you’re alive!” he spluttered, charging towards you.

“Hey, big guy,” you smiled, tears in your eyes. As he approached you, Thor grabbed you close to him, sealing your reunion with a tender kiss. The kiss was passionate, longing. You broke free, holding his face in your hands.

“I’ve missed you more than you can ever imagine,” Thor cried, moving his head slightly to kiss your hand. “I failed you, I couldn’t defeat Thanos. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you say that, sweetie. We are here now and we can finish this. You didn’t fail me. I love you,” you replied, bringing his lips to yours for another tender kiss. “Now, c’mon,” you whispered against his lips, “let’s go win this.”

You stepped back from him and he sighed from the loss of contact. “Stay safe,” Thor ordered, seriously.

“I’ll stay safe if you do,” you replied.

“Deal,” was his final word before he flew to the sky.

Making your way over to another herd, you were faced with a group of taller, more muscular aliens. You stopped, suddenly, glancing around for traces of metal. None of it was in sight; you stepped back, forcing your powers to search while the giants stepped towards you.

Finally, you felt a source below the brickwork and painfully dragged the material up into view. You sent the pieces flying at them, however they skilfully dodged them.

From behind you, a figure came flying towards them. Sam Wilson. He shot misiles towards them as you continued to send every scrap of metal you could find towards their huge frames.

With non-stop amounts of effort, you and Sam took the group of them down.

“Thanks, dude!” you shouted up at him.

“Anytime, girl,” he replied, flying off.

Time passed and the group of you were still fighting Thanos’ army with all your might. Suddenly, you heard a scream come from your left.

You looked over to see Thanos above Thor. He had your boyfriend pinned down, forcing Stormbreaker slowly into his chest. Your heart sunk down to your stomach. You sprinted with every last bit of energy in you, over to him.

The sound of thunder surged through the sky as you breathlessly ran across the battlefield. Suddenly, Thanos was hit aside by mjolnir. Continuing running, whilst fighting off more aliens, you felt extremely confused as to how Thor could wield mjolnir as he tried to keep Stormbreaked from splitting his chest open.

Moments later, mjolnir flew past both Thanos and Thor and into the hands of Steve Rogers. Feeling extremely out of breath, you still managed to gasp. Steve proceeded with mjolnir by smashing it into Thanos; fighting him which gave you a perfect opportunity to help Thor.

“I knew it!” Thor shouted just before you fell on your knees before him. You were passing the infinity gauntlet between each other - keeping it away from Thanos.

“Thor!” you cried. He saw the heartbroken reaction on your face and pretended to not be hurt.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be this close to Thanos...” he grabbed your hand tightly. “Come on-” he tried to stand up but winced in pain.

“Thor, we had a deal to both stay safe,” you shook your head.

“I know, my love, and I’m sorry but I am safe now that I’m with you.” You helped him up, your eyes fixed on the fresh cut in his chest.

“Let’s get you away from here,” you murmured, helping him away from the fight between Steve and Thanos.

When you were in a safe-ish area you turned to him and ordered, “don’t go near Thanos again, Thor. I mean it. Stay safe.” He nodded in agreement and you kissed his cheek before running off to join the battle again.

Now, the avengers were passing around the infinity gauntlet; keeping it out of Thanos’ reach. Peter had it and passed it over to a woman with short blonde hair that you’d never seen before.

Peter warned that she wouldn’t be able to pass through the army alone. But she had help. You and all of the other female heroes worked together; fighting off Thanos’ tireless army.

The fight seemed endless but you were strong. You still had power and strength left in you. You fought with all your might while the woman flew through the army.

You weren’t able to see past all the creatures so you couldn’t witness what was going on. Even more time past and you were still pushing on - fighting endlessly. Thor had joined in moments later; helping to fight with you, side by side.

Suddenly the beings around you started to fade. Started turning to dust. You and Thor glanced around at the extinction of Thanos’ army.

“Did we win?” you asked, hopefully.

“Yes. We won,” Thor answered, unbelievingly.

You let out a sigh of relief, throwing your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into his chest. He placed his arms around your waist, squeezing tight.

“Thank the gods you’re back,” he murmured into your hair.

“Yes, I’m back and I’m going nowhere,” you promised, hugging him tighter. “Thor,” you said, concern laced in your words.

“Yes?” he asked as you moved back a little, staring into his eyes.

“A lot has changed since I last saw you. I swear that back in Wakanda your hair was...shorter and I don’t remember one of your eyes being brown,” now you were addressing the elephant in the room, “and...what happened to your weight?” you asked, worriedly.

Thor broke eye contact, as if embarrassed.

“I, um-” he faltered. “When I was, um, in Asguard a lot happened...I met new people, my father died and I found out Loki was still alive-”

“What?! Loki’s still alive!” you interrupted.

Thor’s eyes began to gloss over with tears.

“Well...” he began. “He was alive...only...he’s dead now. Thanos killed him before he killed everyone else.” You exchanged a sorry look with Thor, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “I also found out that I had a sister but she was going to kill us all so...I had to kill her,” Thor nervously chuckled, “and she took out my eye - which is why I have this glass one.”

“Oh, Thor, baby, I’m so sorry all of that happened to you and that I wasn’t there to be with you. You lost so much...”

“Yes. That’s why I’ve changed so much,” he laughed. “I may have drowned my sorrows in liquor and food for the past 5 years but now I have you back,” he suddenly looked serious, held his hand against your cheek. “And I will never, ever let you go again.”

“I love you so much, Thor Odinson,” tears fell down your face as your leaned forward to kiss him gently. He returned the kiss, pressing you tightly against him.

Being back in Thor’s arms was all you ever wanted. You were elated, grateful and you were sure you’d never leave his side again.