#it's got 'dog sticking their head out the window' energy

[irisintheafterglow]

welcome back to coparenting megumi with satoru (megs' birthday edition! because it's basically winter and i wanna write more found family fluff)

you're well aware that megumi is not a normal child.

you're reminded of it on a daily basis when he tells you about the low-level curses he spotted around the corner while he and tsumiki walked home from school. you're reminded when either you or satoru immediately go to the corner where he saw the curse and exorcising every curse within a four mile radius. you're reminded when he sees a dog and immediately wants to summon his divine dogs, even though his cursed energy isn't at a level where he can activate it without being wiped out for the rest of the day. but mostly, you're reminded on his birthdays that he was not born and will never be normal. still, satoru makes it his mission to give the boy what he calls a "bangin' birthday."

the other kids in his class would have their parents bring in cupcakes or goodies on their special day; megs, however, would probably argue that the other kids aren't deserving of the sweets you brought. so, on his 7th birthday, he's in class for barely an hour before you sign him out at the front desk. his eyes stare out the back window at the passing cityscape and he sips on a smoothie you had waiting for him when he met you at the front office.

"i thought you had a mission?"

"i called in a few favors and got today off," you reply happily, smiling wider when his fingers automatically grab your pinky. as you pull into the driveway of his first surprise, the tiniest gasp of realization leaves him and you wink at him through the rearview mirror. "recognize that sound, megs?" he nods furiously, throwing off his seatbelt as soon as the car is parked with excitement you'd never seen from him before. the barking coming from the house you've pulled up to only increases in volume while he practically runs up the front path and, with no warning, two gigantic dogs burst into the front yard and into the arms of the birthday boy.

"they still know me!" he beams as the two dogs nudge his face with their foreheads, sticking their nose against his clothes and licking stray drops of smoothie. "look, they still like me!"

"i see, megs," you say with a melancholy twist in your chest. even though he was becoming better at summoning his own divine dogs, you knew he missed the ones that helped him break his mental block in the first place. like no time had passed, megumi herds the dogs back into the house and they dutifully follow. you shoot your friend a text, thanking her for letting you use her house and letting him see the dogs she adopted all those years ago. while she worked in her office upstairs, she very generously gave you the rest of the first floor to use for birthday festivities. festivities, you noticed, were much more decorated than you previously planned it to be.

while megumi slips his shoes off at the door, the dogs race over to a gigantic box in the center of the dining room, barking furiously at it like it was an intruder. it's wrapped in shimmering, bright blue paper that gives you a headache the longer you look at it and looks suspiciously large enough to hide a 6-foot-something idiot. you knew you raised megs right when he's also immediately suspicious of the package, eyeing it with distaste as if he already knew what (or who) was inside.

"i'm guessing from your face that you didn't put that there," he remarks and you shake your head in acknowledgment. "any idea what's in it?" you swear you can hear a stupid giggle from inside the cardboard and you stifle a laugh.

"don't know," you say with fake indifference. "maybe it's a present from the dogs."

"it'd probably be hard for them to wrap seeing as they don't have thumbs," he states blankly, still frowning at the obnoxious wrapping paper. "wanna just put it somewhere to get it out of the way?"

"sure," you start, an idea popping into your head and a sly grin working its way onto your face. "i guess...i'll just throw it in my domain for now-"

"surprise!" as if on cue, the top of the box breaks open to reveal your very panicked boyfriend who despised portaling into your domain. he's wearing ridiculously oversized party glasses with frames shaped like balloons and his clothes are covered in metallic confetti that sprinkles onto your friend's floors. the dogs break into another bark-fest and satoru shushes them urgently; you break into giggles and help him step out of the box. "where's my favorite birthday boy?"

"why were you in there?"

"it's called a surprise, megumi. people have them when they want to have fun," he quips and you click your tongue, picking a stray piece of confetti from his hair. he murmurs an apology under his breath, kissing your forehead like he wasn't in bed with you a few hours earlier. "hi, gorgeous."

"hey, handsome. your limbs alright after being stuck in there?"

"a little creaky, but i'll survive," he reassures you, stretching out his ridiculously lanky arms as an example. his hand gestures to the ungodly amount of streamers and balloons that were much more than you'd bought last week. "i did a little redecorating."

"i see that," you chuckle. "alright, megs. you ready for your next birthday activity?" he looks up from his spot on the floor, where he'd somehow convinced the dogs to lay on either side of him.

"there's more?"

"mhmm, and it involves some strawberries from the fridge. you wanna help me wash them?" he nods and walks over to the fridge with the dogs trailing behind him. "there should be a strainer already in the sink."

"you still think we'll be able to make it to the park?" satoru asks quietly, pulling you into his arms and watching the winter sky become more unfriendly. "i can protect us from the rain, but a storm would probably ruin the atmosphere we've got goin' here."

"i agree," you murmur. a glance at the mirror shows megumi standing on a stool in front of the sink, sneaking washed berries to the dogs. "though, i don't think he'd mind just staying here."

"i also agree. i can order some lunch and go pick it up while dessert bakes. i need to go grab tsumiki, anyway," he suggests. "she can help me pick out matching cozy sweaters for when we watch a movie."

"i think megs would rather die than wear a matching sweater with you, sweetheart."

"true," he concedes. "but i'll do that, then. need anything else while i'm out?"

"no, just for you to get back faster."

"i'll be here before you can even blink, beautiful."

"are we making me a birthday cake?" megumi calls from the kitchen, finally noticing the ingredients stacked neatly on the island counter. "and does that mean i can throw food at satoru?"

"if you can get him to turn off infinity, then sure," you reply. your boyfriend makes a face of betrayal and you stick your tongue out at him. "tell him it's for your birthday present."

"gojo, i know what i want for my birthday!"

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[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

🤍a completely random modern au headcanon for each aot character 🤍

eren jaeger’s idea of late night fun is going to walmart/target/etc. he likes to walk around with his friends and be absolutely childish. bonus: he’s banned from a certain store for kicking an inflatable ball across the store.

armin arlert is self conscious of his body. it’s only really his torso though. when him and his friends go to the beach, he’s always the last one to take his shirt off. he doesn’t even have anything to be embarrassed about, he’s just disappointed he’s not as muscular as eren or reiner.

mikasa ackerman’s favorite color is a dark red. the blood, cherry type of red. she’s got a lip tint in that color and her nails are painted too much. she also chews her nails. she hopes the nail polish is enough to break the habit but it isn’t.

connie springer’s favorite fast food restaurant is burger king. he thinks it’s underrated. you can count on him to fuck up a whopper. he also always gets the cardboard crowns to wear.

jean kirstein loves night time. he loves the solitude, the way nobody expects anything from him, and the fact that he can just be. he doesn’t get lonely during his late nights but he wouldn’t mind somebody to share it with.

sasha braus smells really good. she doesn’t use any super fancy products, though. she’s just one of those people that naturally have a good aroma. her skin is also really soft.

ymir tans really easy in the summer. she never burns or turns red. she’s genetically blessed. the sun also makes the freckles on her face pop and clusters of them pop up on her back/shoulders.

historia reiss loves milkshakes and soda floats. she always orders them with a whipped cream and cherry. she prefers milkshakes from a diner rather than a fast food place.

marco bodt really likes plants. he has a collection of houseplants. they line his window sills and he even has a special little rack with a special little light. he’s got a super green thumb.

reiner braun drinks protein shakes religiously. he pretty much sticks to a diet of shakes, meat, vegetables and rice. there are few times where he breaks his routine, usually just joining his friends for a night of drinking.

bertholdt hoover has a surprisingly high tolerance when it comes to weed and alcohol. at least that’s what it looks like on the outside. he’s pretty cool, calm and collected. nobody’s sure if he’s immune to being drunk, or if he’s too anxious about acting a fool to show any signs of inebriation.

annie leonhardt owns a german shepherd 100%. she’s had it since it was a pup and it’s one of the most well behaved dogs. they’re oddly similar in their mannerisms. bonus: it’s named marley.

pieck finger is the type of girl to sit on the floor. like, at all times. when she’s sad, she’ll lay down completely and just stare at the ceiling. it’s peaceful and it makes her feel relaxed.

porco galliard goes through an ungodly amount of hairgel. his hair is hard like those ballroom/ballet dancers in competitions. he has trouble growing facial hair.

zeke jaeger gets his weed flown to him from another state/country. it’s the best shit around. he’s also never home because he “runs a business.” always found with a blunt near by.

levi ackerman doesn’t like energy drinks or coffee. if he needs caffeine, he gets it from tea or some kind of health drink. he doesn’t understand how kids hearts don’t give out with all their monsters and red bulls.

erwin smith is so friendly despite his appearance. he finds joy in little things like a heads up penny or when the barista remembers his name/order. he’s a pretty easy going guy.

hange zoe breaks her glasses all the time. they either sit on them or step on them. it’s easy for them to lose their glasses because their room is a mess. books, papers, knick knacks everywhere.

my jean fic

[dotcie]

— BAD DOG. [2]

》 PAIRING: simon 'ghost' riley x f!oc 》 NOTES: taglist is open! please let me know if you want to be added or removed. if you don't care about my OC, you can skip her backstory on ao3. 》 WARNINGS: 18+ | MDNI | hair pulling 》 CHAPTER: 3.9k | 2/? [masterlist] | AO3

Before she met Laswell, Jane did media monitoring for the DISA. 

It paid well for a job straight out of undergrad. Had reasonable hours, pleasant enough colleagues. She commuted the twenty minutes from her shitty apartment in Kingman Park to the Pentagon—arrived at seven forty-five with a cream cheese bagel and a skim milk latte. Wrote reports, emails, and memos. Hours and hours of political speeches, barking rifles, and screaming civilians ingrained in her brain. 

''Like a fucked up collage of the human greed for oil and retribution,'' she once called it over an almost empty espresso martini. Condensation pearled off the glass's rim and pooled on the table of an overpriced speakeasy bar, so unimpressive it was not worth remembering its name. Her questionable Tinder date had been late, his small-talk rather boring; No, she didn't like her job. Who ever did? But rent was expensive in DC, and Jane had student loans, expensive taste, and maybe eight hundred dollars in her checking account. 

She covered newsstreams out of Egypt, Lebanon, and Jordan. Iraq, and Yemen. Algeria. Libya.

Ate lunch at her desk—usually a salad and a protein bar, four busy screens in front of her. 

Had meetings with Cairo, Beirut, Amman, Baghdad, Sana'a, Algiers, and Tripoli.

She joined the white-collar crowd on their evening run around the Mall after work. From the Capitol steps to the Lincoln Memorial, around the reflecting pool. Two times, sometimes three. Always depending on the restlessness that hummed in her bones and tingled in her fingertips. 

Jane shoved her damp hair up with a clip and hopped on the blue metro line afterwards; sweaty and breathless, body humming with spent energy. She stopped at Whole Foods on her way home; bought dinner-for-one and a four-pack of sugar free Redbull. Put on noise canceling headphones without listening to anything on her way home—spying into warm lit windows and other people's lives. 

She ate in bed, crouched over her Macbook, the TV always set to CNN. She practiced Arabic. Scrolled through subreddits about zero-day exploits, but never commented on them. Went to bed late, woke up early. Got up the next day and did it all over again. 

Washington is a big city, in a big country, in a big world, and nothing ever changed. Jane just sat in her gunny-covered cubicle and watched whole cities crumble to dust like sandcastles. The local newspapers only covered a watered-down version of the turmoil overseas, but the mental images were always in the back of her head—no matter how loud she turned the TV. 

It's all part of a grand plan, she told herself. Just another rung on the ladder, an essential middle-step in her career. It was comfortable and disturbing. Exciting enough, but nothing impactful.

Nothing with an edge. 

The job had a sky-high turnover; a bad impact on employees. Turns out, swallowing the documentation of invasions, and civil wars, and an endless flow of American exceptionalism was only manageable for a couple of months. Jane became miserable and angry. Tired and strung-out. When handing in her two-weeks notice without a back-up plan, her supervisor accepted the neatly printed note with tired eyes and an annoyed flick of the wrist. 

Her therapist blamed her sense of weightlessness for everything she did afterwards: the thrill-seeking, the risk-taking. All her screw-ups in pursuit of sticking her fingers in better pies. When the agency sent her to the embassy in Urzikstan, Jane canceled her rent-controlled apartment lease early and donated most of her belongings to the Habitat For Humanity in Capitol Hill. Burning the boats, she called it. 

For months, no one could get a hold of her. 

Analyst positions for counter-terrorism overseas will chew you up and spit out your bones, a friend in the IOC had warned her. Jane was up for it anyway—of course she was. She had witnessed a few horrendous things through screens in Washington, but nothing compared to the situation in Sakhra. Like most soul-crushing things in life, it all wasn't real until it was. 

The first time she experienced the ruthlessness of the real world, a local contractor whose family was killed by American soldiers blew up half a base with some DIY C4. 12 soldiers dead, 24 injured. If not for Laswell yanking her into the shadows behind a M1A2 when panic erupted, she would have been trampled to death under the burning afternoon sun. 

Instead, Jane heaved, and coughed, then sank to the dusty ground with ringing ears. Kate towered over her with a drawn P890, yelling all-too-calmly over the wailing of sirens: You have twenty seconds to get it together.

They made her take time off two years later, after a black site she was stationed at suffered another, similar attack. Jane was resentful of it, but she wanted to keep her clearance, so she left with the next supply plane and said what she needed to say to pass the psych evaluation. 

She considered moving back into her grandparents ranch in Arizona. Maybe traveling through Europe, starting a new hobby (rock climbing, pottery, crocheting); but there was no real drive or push behind it. Instead, she bled in secret. Fucked strangers on her frameless king-size mattress and worked out too much in her unfurnished apartment. She got offers; a few private-sector contracts she knew she couldn't entertain. Jane wanted to stick it out with the agency—and Laswell. Especially with Laswell. 

The first question Shepherd asked her when she stepped into his office was if she had any family; a partner, kids, siblings. Parents to take care of. The General asked bluntly, but Jane was used to force as the most efficient method to get answers. 

She had spent three years interrogating Al-Qatala members and contacts. Trading money, safety, and threats for intelligence. Sleeping through the sound of gunfire, bystanding interrogations, interpreting intelligence, and snooping in places Americans aren't supposed to. Jane had left her old life behind and dove head-first into a tunnel vision.

No. She had no one. 

When saying it out loud she almost sounded proud. 

Working for the General is different. Non-official cover work for SAD intel suits her better—scratches a certain itch, too. Like finally tasting blood after biting your tongue for years. 

Laswell has been helpful, the additional training too; but nothing ever prepared her for the void between long-term missions. When the work is done and restlessness returns in weird jet-lagged hours of the fading days. When there are no objectives to sink her teeth into. No foreign streets to roam under false identities. No predictions to be made, no strings to pull. 

She's stuck in Iceland now, attending debrief after debrief. Her target is dead, the missile prototypes returned to the lab, but that isn't enough. They want to know everything. First the higher-ups at the Headquarters, then the Senate Intelligence Committee. They want the process. The months of searching, the people involved, the rules she broke. 

She did a good job, she got what she wanted, but she is part of Shepherd's system now, and he didn't approve of her moving forward with the operation. 

Since she returned to the lab, he hadn't answered any of her calls. 

Ghost is nothing but a silhouette in the low light of the crescent moon; sitting against a weathered wall of heavy concrete, a half-burned cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. Insects batter against a naked lightbulb overhead—the light orange and warm against the dark of night, casting long, unproportionate shadows over the smoking area. 

The sky hangs bruised and stormy over Vatnajökull, a million stars dotting the night. It's quarter to one, and the grounds of 102 are deadly still—so still, that the sound of a nearby metal door opening and closing shut remind him of gunshots piercing through the air. 

Years ago, he would have flinched at the sound, but there is not much left that startles Simon Riley anymore. 

Jane tips her head back in annoyance as she steps outside, cradling her phone between ear and shoulder. ''Listen—,'' she scolds into it, patting the outside of her clothes for the pack of cigarettes she bought from one of the kitchen workers yesterday. ''Louise, right? Louise, with all due respect—'' 

She takes a deep breath of restraint when she finds nothing but a crumbled straw wrapper in the pockets of her leather jacket. Sharp words spill on the other end of the line, and she squeezes her eyes shut, pinches the bridge of her nose. ''I'm not going to argue with some mid-level bureaucrat, get him on the phone— No, no, you listen! I need a black passport, don't— Fuck—'' 

Jane's grip on the iPhone loosens with the sound of a disconnected call echoing blatantly against her ear. Simon can hear her mutter a spool of curses, the sound of gravel screeching under her feet, and how all sound seizes as she pauses at the sight of him. 

The smoking area is dimly lit, but there's no mistaking the broad-shouldered figure with the cramped up skull mask looming in the corner of the building. Simon appeared in her sight so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that Jane would not be surprised if he materialized out of thin air. It would suit him; Ghost that he is.

Smoke pools out of the soldier's mouth, the balaclava pulled up to his nose; exposing a sharp chin with a shadow of stubble forming its way up a jaw set tight. He is hunched over, his elbows digging into his thighs. He doesn't look up to see that the expression on her face is one of mute surprise, or that her eyes narrow at the sight of him. 

''Thought you'd be gone already,'' she calls over, lounging near the door she slipped out of. 

''Change of plans,'' he returns easy and low, eyes glued to the book in his calloused hands. 

It's only been a few days, but his voice is as deep and as resonant as Jane remembers; it fills the air and makes her blood rush with the mental images of his fingertips digging into her skin. 

There's always a certain quietness after she's been fucked good—the world stands still for a moment, and it helps to quench the thirst, to fill the void.

Jane needs to hold something in her arms sometimes. Something unattainable and distant. Something unwise. Something like him. 

''Mind if I bum one?'' She nods to the lit cigarette between his scarred fingers, stepping closer.

For a split second, she thinks he's going to ignore her—then he dog-ears the page he was reading and abandons the book onto his lap. 

Simon looks up all casually and unfazed, shakes his head. 

''Last one,'' he says, half-lidded stare fixed on her in that particular Ghost sort-of-way. The way he always gets when you rip out the half-assed social niceties and expose the weirdo underneath. 

Jane exhales through her nose, leaning against a pole holding up the roof. The urge for frustration refuses to be ignored, so she buckles, comments: ''Of course,'' like she's taking notes on the irony of it all. 

''Stop pondering, will ya?'' Inhaling another mouthful of tar, Simon stretches out along the bench, crossing his booted feet at the ankles. The set of dog tags around his neck clink together when he scratches the underside of his chin. "No point in gettin' all antsy." 

She shoots him a cold, hard look for it—the one that makes his blood sing, makes him remember the expression in her eyes when she told him she wanted her target dead. 

''Thank you, Simon, for your unsolicited wisdom.'' 

The subtle fuck you isn't boarded in her voice, but it throbs under every word of hers. He doesn't bother scolding her for saying his name again, but the bitter taste of disapproval sure does coat his tongue. He's not foolish enough to argue with her when she's like this; all gutted and pent-up. Ready to hiss, bite, and lunge at his throat. 

The familiarity of it all stirs something up in him. For a moment, Ghost almost believes that it's sympathy, maybe—or at least a pinch of pity. A distant part of his mind remembers the dogged woman he faced when they first met; working out of a one-room shithole in a broken-down, brutalist apartment building somewhere in the Balkans. Reviewing surveillance logs, transcripts, and maps in shorts and a sports bra because the AC was utter rubbish. He recalls her hunched figure and unwashed hair as she worked out of the tiny living room—the space a mess of cables and empty microwave meals, her tech always charging. Her curtains always closed, dust dancing in the beams of light that crept their way inside.

Two days after the exfil, he barely recognized her anymore; with fresh clothes, twelve-hours of sleep, and hair neatly cut to a shoulder-length. It was like meeting a stranger, a whole different woman. He was certain, then, that the only way out for her was the same as his: leaving rotten and zipped up in a body bag.

Simon holds his half-smoked cigarette out to her, and she lets her head roll to consider the silent peace-offer. Her expression bleeds into something less angry in the face of him, and she hates that it makes him snort in response. 

Jane gives him the illusion of thinking it over before breaking away from her frozen stance and closing the distance between them. She takes the stub, and sinks onto the wooden bench next to him.

''Thanks.'' — ''Mhmh.''

Even with some distance between them, Simon towers over her. He doesn't make a sound, doesn't attempt to embarrass himself with comforting words and distracting small-talk. He's quiet—a man of few words and fewer smiles—but that's what drew her to him in the first place. There's caution behind his eyes, and his words are always cleaved off at the knee. A person weathered and hardy. A man who, just like her, has seen things most wouldn't even believe.

They both fall quiet passing the cigarette back and forth, and for a moment he thinks that the conversation has faded out completely. Simon's eyes return to the book in his lap, trying to find the spot where he left off before she interrupted him, but— 

''Do you think I went too far?'' Jane keeps her eyes forward, burying her free hand in the left pocket of her jacket. 

Simon hums in response, dark and low. ''Doesn't matter what I think,'' he says in a way that makes it clear he believes it, too.

''But you are somewhat capable of forming opinions, yeah?'' 

It coaxes a half-huff, half-laugh from him. He gets it. Logically, he gets it. Everybody is somebody's dog, hanging onto a leash; but he's military, and he much prefers to not comment on any of it. 

''You ignored authority,'' he starts, then pauses. ''Whether or not it was worth it, all y'can do now is handle the repercussions.'' 

''That's not an answer.'' Two dimples appear on either side of Jane's frown as she tucks some loose strands of hair behind her ears and leans forward. ''Forget I even—''

''I think," he interrupts calmly, but stern, ''that your self-doubt won't help you.''

Jane keeps her gaze flat, level. Perhaps if she mimics the face of apathy, Simon won't be able to see that she's hanging onto every word of his. What he says resonates; a quiet truth echoing through the air between them. The regret in her chest strikes like a bomb and for a moment, she fears the possibility of Shepherd cutting her TS/SCI clearance once and for all. She's been ignoring the thought, avoiding any evidence of worry that could shape her suspicions into something tangible, something real.

''Just thinking ahead'' she says quietly, scuffing her boot against the pavement below. "Little catastrophizing, worst-case-scenario planning." 

"Doomsday prepping?" He offers and gets a little smile for that. 

His chest tightens at the sight, an aching warmth interweaving his thoughts with sympathy. He looks away then, trying to collect himself. Seeking control, reaching for reason. Better judgment. Something else.

Jane studies his side profile for a moment, and Simon suddenly feels like she's too close, too comfortable in his presence. It's only a split second, the length of a heartbeat, but it's enough for Jane to take in the way he blinks his intrusive thoughts away. 

''Why are you still here, anyway?'' She asks in a change of tone, plucking the cigarette from his fingers.

''Taking a break,'' he drawls, words dripping slowly as molasses from his mouth. There is no further explanation offered, no words wasted on reasons or truths. Simon blinks languidly, his lips pressing together as he closes his book for good. 

''Because of Soap?'' There's an off-tone in her voice. ''I thought he is getting better already?"

Simon exhales roughly. ''No,'' he says with a lazy shrug. ''Yes.'' 

It's short and curt, but she doesn't let his vague hostility deter her. Jane just stares at him, impatience reflecting in her eyes, and he's not used to it; all the questions, the curiosity. 

''Do you know,'' he continues slowly, taking the cigarette back to keep his hands busy, ''the number of classifications and regulations I'd have to ignore to tell you shite like this?'' 

It's easier than admitting that he failed his psych evaluation for a second time in three years. 

Price is doing the paperwork for him, because they apparently want to negotiate some kind of terms for him. No rumors, no records, no further questions asked. Simon would be mad about it, if he wasn't so bloody tired. 

It's been years of regaining control and gripping bloody bathroom sinks. Endless hours of running, shooting, yelling over comms, and saving Johnny from the stupid, stupid shit he gets up to when nobody's there to keep an eye out for him. Simon is not a reckless man—at least not when he doesn't let his rage blind him—but you can't teach an old dog new tricks. 

He's not sure why he hasn't been able to admit to himself that his life has been nothing but fear, rage, vigilance, wanting, and searching, wanting, and never finding what eases the pain. 

He knows that Price goes back to a Rosewood desk with whisky and cigars in the upper right drawer, before driving home to a house and a woman that were once his. Laswell has a wife named June and a flourishing garden waiting at home. Gaz goes back to a two-bedroom flat in London, decorated by a girl he met during the siege of the U.S. embassy in Urzikstan. Simon doesn't have anywhere to be—nobody's waiting for him—so he stays. For Soap, he tells himself, and everyone who's paid to listen. 

The Scot's injuries happened under his watch, so he might as well play messenger for his moms, sisters and one-thousand nephews until he can travel back home. It's what a good Lieutenant does. It's what Price would do. 

''Alright,'' Jane says cold, flatly. ''It's none of my business anyway.'' 

She declines the last drag of the cigarette when Simon offers it to her, and he can't help but feel like he's been rude; like he just ruined something delicate. A particular flavor of guilt clings to the underside of his tongue, and he's willing to answer whatever her next question might be in order to make it up to her. 

He stubs out the cigarette, and it takes a moment or two before he realizes that his guilt is the reason she gave in so quickly in the first place.

''I'm not gonna tell ya,'' he says, prompting a smile to tug at the corners of her mouth; like she doesn't fully believe it, but is willing to play along. 

He is too exhausted to not condemn her for it, so he covers himself in heavy silence. Simon doesn't break eye contact, doesn't move—his dark glance intervenes with the amusement in her eyes, and when the quiet stretches on for too long, her eyes dart to his exposed lips shamelessly. 

''Anyone ever tell ya' to mind yer' own business, Spade?''

It coaxes a genuine laugh out of her. Simon is not sure he's ever heard her laugh before; the way the sound bubbles out of her throat, limpid and clear, and then almost turns into a snort. 

''I like you,'' she says pointedly, with purpose. 

"You're just bored.'' — ''And you aren't?" 

Simon remains silent, and the glint in her glance grows bright, pinning. Like she just learned a secret; an inside joke. 

It's unhealthy, this habit she's developed of digging her fingers in his wounds. She feels like a parasite trying to crawl under his skin, and she should probably feel far more ashamed of how much she enjoys the thrill of it. 

She has heard the stories, of course. The legends about the masked, faceless man; the perfect soldier, the silent killer. Everyone affiliated with Shepherd or Shadow Company in the slightest is aware of Ghosts' reputation, and Jane had been curious to meet the man. Dead-eyed, mass of muscle. A walking depiction of death. 

The warning signs about him are written in blood, telltale stories, and that half-lidded stare of his; Stay away, they say. Keep your distance. 

''Don't—,'' he starts with the exhaustive sort of contempt: the kind that says he is tired and bored of this tedious game. ''Don't look at me like that.''

Jane bats her eyelashes at him. ''Like what?''

 ''Like you want something from me.''

''Maybe I do—''

"You don't,'' he interrupts, tongue like a blade. ''All bark no bite, last time I fucked you.'' 

In some twisted ways, his fury excites her. The insistence on his dominance, too, and Jane laughs out loud at words that don't sting. She's practiced; chin tipped up, meeting his disapproving stare with a smirk.

''You ever let anyone kiss you, Lieutenant?''

He looks away, hisses through his teeth in frustration. ''That what you want?''

''I think,'' Jane retorts in a tone both cruel and tender, ''you want it, too.''

The hard look in his eyes lets something uncurl in her. Something satisfied, something real. 

''You do,'' she says again, and then he's on her; hand tangled in her hair, pulling her close. His grip on her scalp is not gentle, nothing about him is, and she smiles—shows teeth—at the broad display of it. 

Simon stares at her for a long moment, a frustrated hum forming at the back of his throat. She can feel his breath on her face. Almost hears the whir of the wheels turning in his head; calculating, calibrating. 

''You don't know what you're getting yourself into,'' he finally says, loosening his grip. 

''I've done worse,'' she spits out, pulling away. 

It happens somewhere between her leaning back and him not wanting her to. It happens and it's familiar, and new all at once; the way he stops her from turning away, pulls her closer by a fist of hair. He kisses her like he does everything else: a little cocky, a little mean. Their teeth clack together, and Simon kisses Jane long and searching—like he was waiting for it to happen.

Like he means it. 

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[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 12: Quarry

Rating: T

Word Count: 878

Summary: Akira is woken by a nightmare. [OT4 AU, follow up to Reticent.]

[Master Post]

The darkness was suffocating. A large and sickeningly familiar helmet felt like it was smothering her as Akira dragged the corpse of some poor Garlean soldier through the cold. If her heart were not in her throat, pushing her on, she would stop to claw it from her face, desperate for a clear breath of air.

But this time, rather than dragging herself on to rescue her friends from herself, she was struck by the distinct feeling of being pursued. She couldn’t remember clearly how she even got here, but she knew…she knew the same predator that dogged her steps since Rhalgar’s Reach was seeking her, and stuck in this dead shell, she was little more than quarry for his blade.

The snow crunched under unfamiliar boots, and she knew at this pace it wasn’t even a sporting chase. Her legs felt like they were dragging through muck for how hard they were to move, and as she tried to stagger to a crumbled once-alley, to hide and recover, she felt a gauntleted hand close over her throat.

“There you are, my friend.”

Akira jerked awake, gulping down breaths as though she’d truly been running through a blizzard in a body that was not hers. The bedroom was naught but shadows, the dark of the windows speaking to it still being night. The bed was warm, almost too warm, and her bed partners all still seemed to be asleep. At some point in the night, likely thanks to her own tossing and turning, their arrangement had changed, with her now lightly held in Hythlodaeus’ arms while G’raha and Hades had ended up snuggled together in a way that she was sure they would adamantly deny come morning, G’raha’s head tucked under Hades’ chin. Later, she would regret not being in any sort of mind to appreciate that, even if they were still tense and awkward around each other, at least in sleep they felt comfortable.

Akira carefully pulled herself from Hythlodaeus’ embrace, careful to not wake anyone, crawling backwards off the end of the bed before rapidly padding from the room. She needed light, she needed a mirror, she needed to see that she was her and not that horrible corpse…

She ducked into the washroom, a flicker of her own aether enough to light the lamps on the walls, the outlet to burn some of her excess energy serving to help calm her. Akira then turned to the large mirror over the washbasin. Her hair was a mess, sticking out every which way from her disrupted sleep, her amethyst eyes lined with light shadows speaking to how little rest she’d truly gotten before being woken by nightmares. She felt stirring in her belly, and wondered if her sudden panic had disturbed the baby inside. Could it sense what she sensed?

“It’s alright,” Akira mumbled; she wasn’t sure if she was talking to them or herself.

“Akira?” A familiar voice, groggy with sleep, called out to her, and she turned to see G’raha standing in the doorway, his hair just as askew as hers, tail mostly limp behind him as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“I…yes, I’m fine,” she saw his ear flick at the waver in her voice, and knew she was fooling no one.

“What happened?”

“I just…it was just a nightmare,” she shook her head, turning back to the wash basin and splashing water on her face. He joined her, turning her face to him so he could dry her with a soft towel they kept hanging nearby.

“Tell me about it?”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted, but when he just kept watching her face, his hand finding hers, she continued. “I just. It was back in Garlemald, when… You know.” She didn’t have to elaborate; there was only one thing that happened in Garlemald that had shaken her so badly she preferred to not speak of it. He tucked her in close, a purr rumbling up from his chest in an attempt to soothe her. She took a deep breath, his presence doing more than any words to calm her still racing heart.

“Do you think you can come back to bed?”

“…Yes. I think that would be nice. I…I hope I didn’t wake everyone.”

“Even if you did, I don’t think any of us particularly mind,” G’raha pressed a kiss to her forehead, before leading her back down the hall to their bedroom, where Hythlodaeus was either still asleep or doing an admirable job pretending so, but worried golden eyes blinked at her from where Hades had propped himself against the headboard; had he sent G’raha or had G’raha and her own absence simply been enough to wake him?

He didn’t press for details and G’raha didn’t offer them, and Akira knew that they all knew enough of nightmares to not need to pry any further. She climbed into bed, resting her head in Hades’ lap, arms reaching around his middle as if afraid he might disappear. She felt G’raha settle down beside her, tail twining with hers as Hades ran his fingers carefully through her tangled hair.

And, at the mercy of their care, it didn’t take long for Akira to find sleep again.

[indigosabyss]

Stray Dogs in JJK Part 3 - Angel (of Death)

(Culling Game Arc Spoilers)

"So, we're helping you look for this Dazai guy. It's only fair that you help us find someone we're looking for, too." Megumi reasoned.

Akutagawa paused to slice a car in half, moving back to focus on the boy once it was certain that no one was there. He looked at Megumi carefully, before nodding, "Sounds sensible."

"Who're you looking for?" Atsushi asked.

Yuuji scratched the back of his head, "Well, we don't know anything about her real name or what she looks like. But they call her 'Angel', and she could bring the Culling Game to an end."

Surprisingly, that scant description made both of them straighten up slightly, exchanging hopeful glances.

"Actually," Atsushi smiled, "I think I know exactly who you're talking about."

---

[much ado later]

---

The group of five limped through the building, guided by a trail of illusionary snowflakes until they came out to a large room.

Judging by the rebar and debris sticking out from various spots in the floor, it hadn't always been this size.

There were four people in here, and their cursed energy was pretty strong. All Grade Semi-One, at the very least.

"Atsushi!" The first of the lurking figures to break the silence and pull their companion into a hug was a young teen with blond hair. He peered over at the others, "Are these guys friends of yours?"

"I... guess?" Atsushi replied, carefully pulling himself out of a rib-crushing hug, "Say, you know how Yosano-san used to go by Angel-?"

He was interrupted by a crack from the corner, and a sudden flare of cursed energy as a completely new person, previously undetected, stood up and stretched noisily.

"Thanks, Yosano-sensei." He groaned, opening a book as he glared at them, "I see we've got some potential allies to test."

A woman followed him into the light, eyes laser focused on Atsushi, "Talking about me? I think you forgot to mention my full moniker, Atsushi-kun."

"And that is...?" Itadori gulped.

She grinned at them, "The Angel of Death, naturally."

-----

Turned out that there was a small window of time between when a person's cursed energy dropped to zero and when they actually died.

Additionally, a death and the person behind it was logged when cursed energy dropped to zero, regardless of their state after that.

And on top of that, Yosano Akiko's ability/technique, 'Thou Shalt Not Die', could heal someone completely, but only if they were on the very brink of death.

These three facts coalesced into the ADA creating a loophole in the point system, to dodge around the requirement to kill at least one person every nineteen days, using Yosano's ability to wake up their target, while reaping the points at the same time.

"I guess you can use the same method to grind out hundreds of points, and make all the changes you want." Yosano considered, tapping her chin as she turned on the orange-haired guy, "Hey, Tanizaki, how do you feel about being the one getting murdered?"

"No!" He shrieked, vanishing in a blur of lights.

Kenji raised a hand, "I'll do it!"

"Kunikida-san, this has got to contradict your ideals." Atsushi muttered.

"Everyone here's insane." Megumi whispered harshly into Yuuji's ear, "Let's run when we can and find the real Angel."

[themarshmallownerd]

A Lazarus Drug

Summary: While stranded in the Canadian wilderness, the struggling survivors of the Yellowjackets soccer team discover they're not alone in the woods surrounding their camp. Deeper in the woods lies the nest for a mysterious force. A force with the tempting power to bring fallen teammates back from the dead. However, there is a price to pay for those who tamper with the barrier between life and death, for the souls that go into the ground are not the same as the souls that come out.

Relationships: Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor; Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio; Minor Taissa Turner/Van Palmer

Ratings: Mature (M) for canon-typical violence, cannibalism, and character death (though the major character deaths are temporary)

Link: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: Trying something new with this AU (and by new, I mean a hell of a lot of angst lol). Chapter count may change depending on how long the individual chapters end up being, so we'll just have to see where this takes us! The lore for this is also heavily based on the logic behind Stephen King's Pet Sematary, so as you could imagine with that source material, and the themes of Yellowjackets in general, there will be a lot of talk of death, and violence, and survival horror.

Preview: “Sorry about that,” the nurse said in that nasally voice of his. He stepped further into the room, practically hugging the tray of food to his lanky, stick-like frame. “I’ll ask the receptionist to turn that down.”

Shauna couldn’t care less. She merely stayed stone-still on her perch on the very edge of the bed, her blank stare trained on the door to the main hall where the nurse had just emerged.

“Got some lunch for you,” the nurse went on cheerily, setting down the tray on the metal stand just beside the bed. He appraised the small assortment of paper bowls filled with drab-colored slop for a few seconds, then filled in the persisting silence with a small explanation of, “The smaller portions are just for now. Just to slowly reintroduce your bodies to proper foods. Too much too soon could result in you getting sick.”

Shauna inhaled deeply at the thought. Her head turned away as much as physically possible. In her peripheral, she could see the slanted rays of sun that peeked through the blinds of the window just behind her. She shut her eyes, trying to stem the flow of memories of that first spring in the Wilderness.

When she opened her eyes again, she went back to staring blankly at the door. 

Her peripheral vision caught the nurse shifting restlessly in his place, scratching at the hair of his beard along his jaw like a nervous dog. He cleared his throat, before filling in the silence again. “Well, I’ll just leave this here. No rush to finish it, of course. And if you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to press the call button.”

Shauna glanced over as he held up the tiny remote with a single button. Then at the nurse, and his small, condoling smile. 

It was almost pathetic, how relieved he seemed at the prospect of her finally acknowledging his presence. Even with something as minute as a glance. 

Perhaps the Shauna of Before would have smiled back. Just to be polite. Or maybe even out of genuine gratitude. The Shauna of Before would have been relieved to finally be in the company of someone so well-meaning and friendly after so long surrounded by nothing but animals, both of the wilderness’ natural domain and her own creations. 

The Shauna of Now can’t find the energy to so much as feign cordiality. She couldn’t find it in herself to do much of anything at all.

She went back to staring at the door. 

At the same time, the door crept open again. Another nurse poked her head in, just enough to show her face and short bob of red hair. Like her colleague, she shot Shauna a polite smile as they made eye contact before her attention promptly switched to the other person in the room.

“James,” she whispered loudly, waving him over with one hand. 

The first nurse didn’t waste a second, scurrying over to join her in the hallway. The door hung slightly ajar in their wake, offering a view of James’s profile to Shauna’s unbreaking stare. 

“We’re gonna have to do their blood work again,” the second nurse announced. “Something must have gone haywire down in the labs. Only one of the tests actually came back with results.”

“What about the rest?” the first one queried, taking a file from her to check the results for himself.

“The others’ results said they were dead.”

There was a beat of silence as James continued to read over the paperwork. Then, he stuffed the files into a purple folder with a half-hearted chuckle. “OK, yeah. That’s one hell of a glitch. Alright…” 

He sighed tiredly as he considered the work they would have to do for a second time. He and the second nurse promptly decided who would cover which tasks in the blood testing process. 

James swiftly ducked back into Shauna’s room, explaining the situation to her as if she wasn’t within earshot for the previous conversation. Though in fairness to him, she offered no indication that she had been listening. Or that she was listening to him right now. 

She merely kept staring at the door, unblinking. Unfeeling. Not quite processing that the world of the Wilderness was truly gone. 

“Of course, it can wait until after you all have had something to eat,” the nurse said in conclusion to his little spiel. “Again, take your time with getting through your food. I’m gonna do a quick check-in with your friends, see where they’re at. In the meantime, are you sure there isn’t anything you can think of that we should be on alert for during our examinations? Any allergies to medications we should be aware of? Anything that happened to you recently, like serious injuries or illness symptoms? Anything that happened out there that feels worth reporting at all?”

He asked that question earlier. Back when they were drawing blood from her mindlessly compliant arm the first time. She couldn’t remember giving any answer. 

She didn’t think she had spoken at all thus far. Nor in the past few days. 

What could even be said of what happened to them out there? She wasn’t sure if she could even remember what all were true events or what were strangely lucid nightmares. 

She could feel the effects of being aphonic now, as her tongue reticently unpeeled itself from the roof of her mouth. Her gaze still couldn’t seem to break away from the doorway, which should have been her first sign that her mind wasn’t entirely with her as she tried to answer.

“We were being punished.”

That much, she knew for sure.

In the corner of her eye, she could see James lean in closer, as though he hadn’t heard her across the scant six inches between them. “I’m sorry?”

Shauna properly looked to him then, meeting dark hickory brown eyes with her own. The most she could conjure in terms of an explanation for her words was an equally listless sounding, “My friend called her piano teacher a cunt.”

[crow2222]

a drabble of toxic Paul x darry before bed...

I'll re read this tomorrow and post it on ao3 after editing it. but yall get it first!@!!

WC; 1637

edit: i posted it on ao3 , it's edited and better edited imo

“Get in.”

…

It was a freezing evening, delivering a cold that would settle deep in your bones; it was even more true for the Curtis brothers. They had buried their parents earlier that week, completely overlooking Darry’s 20th birthday as the sudden deaths shocked them all. The dark sky matched the hollow ache the three felt, in their newly quiet house.

Sodapop and Ponyboy were already settling into bed, which would only happen if they had the energy to get out of bed in the first place; the grief was slowly killing them, even if no one noticed.

Darry was going to get to bed soon too, he was just grabbing a glass of water until the undeniable rev of Paul’s car pulled up on their street. There was no mistaking why he was there; Paul was furious at Darry and wanted to fight him, no doubt. His parents’ death wouldn’t stop him either.

Water spilled down his fingers as he smashed the glass down on the coffee table, he had to bring this upcoming argument somewhere else, anywhere but outside his house; he couldn’t let his brothers wake up because his (used to be) boyfriend wanted him dead in the ground.

His shoes weren’t even tied as he stumbled down the icy front steps, the door already gently shut behind him. What really surprised Darry the most was the fact Paul stayed in his car, and that’s when he realised they were going to talk during a car ride; something Paul would only do when he was in a good mood and wanted to chase action, and not something he’d do when his partner calls him at early hours of the morning, breaking off their years long relationship.

The windows were rolled down, his blonde curls conveniently sticking out the open window as he moved his head towards Darry.

“Get in.”

Paul always talked, whether it was because he didn’t think twice before opening his mouth or because he had too many thoughts, Darry would never know.

He hesitated getting in, why would he have gone in the first place? It wasn’t until he was in the passenger's seat and the car drove off, that he realised that this might turn out to be a horrible situation that he got himself into.

Despite it being a Thursday evening, the roads were livelier than ever; it felt like a taunt towards Darry, like this city is laughing at his face, showing him that everyone else enjoys their time here, unlike him.

The windows were rolled back up at this point, it always gave Darry a headache whenever the fast wind would be in the car; and the fact that Paul remembered that, and pulled them up, made Darry feel a little more at ease.

As much at ease he could feel as he stayed still in his ex friend's leather seat; he broke out into a cold sweat, causing his skin to stick to the seat uncomfortably.

He wished Paul would say anything, the few minutes of driving to the highway seemed to stretch on forever- longer than any class Darry remembered being bored in. Instead of boredom fogging his brain, it was confusion; and more so fear, fear of what exactly Paul was going to say, and why they were on the road.

And little did he know, he got that answer in no time.

“So all you were gonna give me was a lousy phone call?” His tone was straightforward, and Darry couldn't help but wonder if the previous silence was because Paul was trying to find his words.

“It wasn't lousy..”

“It was, and you know it.”

Paul sighed, that deep sigh from the chest, that Darry vaguely associated with his late childhood dog; he always sighed like that, as if he was the only lugging up bundles of roofing and not his dad.

Paul would always sigh when he was frustrated, and Darry wished he had the ability to do that: instead he'd just erupt, his emotions being too much to hide away much longer.

“It was annoying, you know.” Darry didn't. He felt like it was perfectly reasonable; Paul was moving away for university and might never come back to this back ass end place like Darry wouldn't have. He explained it, the whole funeral bit and the custody battle the family went through; and yet, here he was taking Darry on a ride, still trying to make the situation about him.

“I just- We can still make this work you know, we can call, still meet up every once in a while..” He tripped over his words, finding it hard to believe his own words; as he knew as much as Darry that they were over.

“Paul, it’s more complicated than that, and you know it.”

“Complicated my ass.”

“Goddammit Paul-,” His hands met his face, they rubbed his face up and down as he felt like it was pulling teeth with this guy. “I just can't afford getting caught, we just can't do this anymore. I need to think about my brothers.

“Just seems to me like I'm not worth the effort, huh?” The rev was more noticeable than ever, and Darry noticed the hand on the speedometer go past the usual speed he'd use on these roads.

His foot was slowly settling down on the acceleration, the car going faster by each passing second.

Darry felt his heart drop, and before he knew it; he felt sick to the stomach. “Paul..” He was afraid of driving the moment his parents’ crash was announced to him; and Darry started to regret telling Paul how they were killed.

Paul was doing this to scare Darry, no doubt about it.

He wanted to grab his arm and snap some sense into his ex, but the likelihood of them crashing would skyrocket if he tried that. It's not like he could've done it either; he was completely frozen in the spot, his usual instinct of fight had shifted to freezing instead.

“Did you ever get that cake for your birthday?”

If Darry wasn't disgusted with him earlier, he was now.

He shouldn't have told him so many details, why did he have to open up? He decided at that moment that he'd never tell anyone his fears again, if he survived that is.

“Paul, slow down.” It came out as a mere whisper, but it was better than the silence he felt compelled to keep. His jaw was tight, as was the rest of his muscles as he stayed on high alert.

“I thought you greasers liked drag races?”

Darry bit his tongue, refusing to acknowledge how socs loved drag racing just as much, but Paul already knew all of that, he had gone to watch some races himself. No, Paul was trying to rile Darry up, get a reaction out of him; Yet it seemed like he refused.

Blurs of colour was all Darry could look at as they sped down the highway, surpassing cars left and right.

His breathing was as fast as his heart was going, and Darry wondered if he was gasping for breath.

His mind was spinning, or maybe it was more like a ripple from when a puddle was touched? Darry couldn't tell what was happening anymore, all he could think was how his parents’ bodies looked, the smell of the crash itself seemingly around him; even if he never was at the crash itself when it happened, he could still visibly imagine it all.

Died on impact, no suffering.

He'd hoped the same would happen if Paul were to crash, he'd hated to have his last moment be dragged out, knowing he's leaving behind two brothers who need him. That, and having to share his last breaths alongside his ex; the very man who had his life in his hands.

It took around a minute for Paul to get bored, or at least feel guilty enough to slow down. He took the next turn around, catching glances at Darry every once in a while.

Even if his face was turned away from Paul, he could clearly see how pale Darry had gotten, his nervous shaking hadn't gone unnoticed either.

Paul felt bad for a second, until it was replaced by anger. This meeting was for Paul to get concrete answers, not for his ex to act like a sissy.

His tongue swiped over his front teeth as he tried to find a way to ask Darry his question again, but before he could even think of something; Darry spoke up.

“Let me out.” His voice came out in a croak, as if he'd been crying; but he didn't, he didn't..

“Yeah I'll drop you at your house.” Paul replied with a huff, as if the directions he was currently going in weren't obviously going towards the other man's house.

“No. Drop me off here, I'll walk.” Darry couldn't stand being in the same car as him anymore, not after the stunt he pulled.

Paul wanted to argue, grinding his teeth as he pulled over instead; letting out his ex at the curb as the streetlamps were the only thing illuminating his face. It was cloudy that night.

In the light, Paul could clearly see the wet trails down Darry's face, and he wondered how he missed that.

“Fuck off Paul.” He spat in his face before slamming the door shut after him.

His steps were quick and deliberate, he never did like walking in the dark.

“Shit..” He hid his face in his arms, as he finally realised his actions. He was dead to Darry now, and so Darry had to be dead to him.

He was horrible to Darry, he could at least register that much.

Yet he couldn't let go.

He wanted Darry.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Five: The Omen (Lilith's POV)

Donna suggested the trip, and Roy insisted on driving us. I invited Bette and Kole, and Donna requested Raven join us. It was the only time we all had off to vacation. We planned on spelunking and walking the beach and doing all sorts of things, but the closer the trip got, the more we all started feeling uneasy. Raven read a book, Bette nibbled on trail mix, Donna messed around with the map, Roy ignored her directions, and Kole slept soundly on my shoulder. Occasionally, I'd lean over and glance at Raven's book or check if Kole was alright, but the car was mostly silent.

Roy stopped in the middle of the road, and everyone looked up. "Injured animal in the road... Hold on," Roy whispered. He rolled the window down partway. "Hey! Do you need-?"

"No, thanks! Can you get around?" a man yelled, and Roy answered back before driving around them. Raven grabbed my wrist.

"Did you feel that?" Raven questioned. I shushed her. Where she came from, those feelings weren't as foreign to normal people. But yeah, I felt it. A full-body cold started in my frontal lobe and penetrated my scalp, trickling down my neck, shoulders, and chest like ice water. Fear. Primal. Final. It was different than regular fear. It was dreadful, helpless, hopeless. That was a fear, unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

"Mhm," I mumbled.

Raven and I felt things. Other people's feelings, the feelings of animals, and sometimes places. Empaths. Raven was more in tune with it than I was, but it came at a cost for both of us. She was heavily affected by the emotions of others, and it showed on her face all the time. I could mask it, but she never had to. Donna touched Roy's arm for Roy's comfort. Not hers. I could feel his distress.

He sighed. "Call me superstitious, but I've only seen a dead coyote a few times before, and nothing good ever comes from it... And that coyote isn't gonna make it. Looks like something ate it up," Roy stated. Donna whispered in his ear, and he shook his head.

The car fell silent until we reached Happy Harbor. I woke Kole, and we walked in the dark to our cabin. Raven had a dizzy spell as soon as we walked in, and I reached out to help her, but I felt it too. Bette grabbed me, Kole grabbed Raven, and they sat us down. "Yikes, you guys good?" Bette questioned. Raven and I nodded. The energy there was outrageous. Raven's hand brushed mine, and I saw a flash of Bette covered in blood and screaming. I recoiled. Raven stood up and took a deep breath.

"Let's go make s'mores while it's still early," Raven suggested. Everyone eased up, and we grabbed our jackets and the bag of roasting sticks and walked to the beach. Roy and Donna lagged behind, so we couldn't see them holding hands. We all knew about them, but they were worried about being labeled as an item and messing up their friendship. I didn't have to be an empath to see it wouldn't last.

When we got to the beach, a girl and her three male friends had already started a bonfire, so we shared our s'mores. They were calm and collected, so it helped everyone else relax. Then, a brunette and a redhead with a bowl cut came to the beach with hot dogs, and the brown-haired guy made a pass at me. Bette lied and told him it was a gay beach, but I don't think she had to lie to this one to leave me alone. He looked like the type of guy that was more than willing to take no for an answer and move on. I could feel the grief coming off his body, so I could've let him down without hurting his feelings.

We were at the beach until it got too cold to be outside. Once we returned to the cabin, we divvied up rooms and beds. Three rooms. Three beds. Bette and Kole wanted to stay up and paint each other's nails, so they bunked together. I asked Raven to stay with me, so Roy and Donna wouldn't have to find a way to lie to be together. The worst kept secret in America. Roy took his jacket off, and I glanced at his tattoo. Roy met eyes with me, and I leaned forward. I wanted to get a closer look and get a laugh from him. "Can I help you?" Roy laughed.

"Just getting a look at the details," I replied.

Roy nodded, and everyone got ready to take their showers. First, Roy, then Donna, Raven, Bette, Kole, and finally me. I didn't mind. I climbed into bed with Raven, and she turned to me. "What did you see?" Raven asked.

"You first," I whispered.

"I think Kole is going to kill someone," Raven whispered. I knit my brows.

"I think Bette's gonna kill somebody," I replied, "Maybe we should talk about something else..."

Raven looked at me, and we held eye contact for what felt like forever. "Do you think it'd be the same?" Raven questioned. I took a breath. I knew what she meant. I thought about it before.

She drew my hand to her chest, and I let her touch mine. I could feel the smooth outline of her breast beneath the thin, satin fabric of her lingerie. I passed curiosity and ventured into arousal as my hand slid down her stomach and came into contact with her thigh. Her skin was as icy and silky as it looked. "We should stop," I whispered as I tried to gain control of my senses.

"Do you want to stop?" Raven questioned. I shook my head, and she leaned forward so close that our lips brushed against each other. Our eyes were wide open at first, but her lips were so soft. When she ran her foot against my leg, I shut my eyes and melted into the ecstasy of the moment. And then I felt it. Her arousal interlaced with something else. Something innocent and sweet.

"Are you-? You're a virgin?" I questioned. She nodded. "You want me to take your virginity?"

Raven answered with a tentative kiss, and she pushed me down further into the center of the bed by my shoulders. I pulled her nightgown up underneath the sheets and let my fingers brush against the front of her panties. My middle finger ran up and down against the cotton fabric as she lifted her leg, throwing it over my thigh. We kissed a third time, with confidence, as I hooked my thumb in her waistband. I could hear her breathing in between kisses. Then thunder crackled, and lightning flashed, scaring us apart. We turned, facing opposite sides of the room.

I don't know if Raven slept afterward or if she lay awake. But I know one thing for sure. I still wanted to fuck her. That feeling was mine. Undeniably mine.

[miceysfandomcreations]

Seasons Came and Changed the Time

I wrote a spoilery csm fic. Tagging my comrades in *** *****, @gunfiendbabymama, @lela-ri, @itoshisoup

The Gun Fiend’s holding cell is cold and dry, a grey rectangle with the bare necessities and no windows except the one on the door. The fluorescent lights buzz on his skin.

He picks at his lip with his remaining hand. He’s not allowed to reform his other one unless ordered to; the last time he did that it got torn off by a trigger-happy Devil Hunter and that blasted fox devil.

That agent shouldn’t have done that, or been near you at all. The Child had said. In fact, Public Safety has fewer agents than I remember.

The Child, short, clad in winter gear, at times more mature than he seems, was with Gun Fiend for as long as he could remember. From the moment he came into consciousness in the cold cell of a Public Safety facility, his entire body in pain and regenerating, the Child was there, placing his spectral hands on Gun’s remaining one.

I have black hair. The Child says.

“I don’t care.” Replied the Gun Fiend.

I’m pretty short next to you.

“I don’t care.”

I think I remember slicing apples into bunnies, but everything else is hazy.

“Can you feed me one of those bunnies right now?”

No, sorry.

The Child smells like nothing, no blood, no life. He follows the Gun Fiend whether inside his cell or outside on missions. None of the Gun’s handlers seem to notice him.

The Child was very annoying, actually. Don’t eat that. Spit that out. Keep your hands out of the snow. Stop trying to suck the bloodstains out of your shirt, you’re only going to waste energy. Please go to sleep earlier, you’ll feel less tired. I mean it, stop eating the decorative soaps! You’ll get sick!

He shot at the child once, out of curiosity and during the chaos of battle, where he wouldn’t get scolded for acting without orders. The bullet went straight through him. That won’t work on me, you know. Gun Fiend apologized a while after, when he noticed the Child seemed very down, so it was fine.

His nail hits a chunk of loose skin. He pulls and pulls until it detaches. Beads of blood emerge on his lip, and he laps them up. The tang coats his tongue.

Stop that! It’s only going to hurt you. The Child points out.

Gun Fiend doesn’t care. He chews that scrap of skin between his iron-tinged teeth. Blood is blood, even if it’s from his own body. It’s leagues better than that watered-down trash Public Safety keeps giving him. He swallows the skin. He’s still hungry, still weak. Still locked up until Public Safety wants him to shoot at something. He sticks his tongue out at the Child.

Why do I even bother trying to help you? The Child rolls his eyes and tilts his head back in a show of exaggerated exasperation. Gun Fiend ignores him. The Child can give him the cold shoulder all he wants, but sooner or later, the Child will go back to complaining about Gun Fiend’s bad habits. It wasn’t Gun’s fault those soaps at the mall where the consumption devil attacked looked like candy.

A new scent of sweat tinged with cologne emerged from down the hall, followed by footsteps. It was time for the agents posted outside the cell to change. “Did you hear about Chainsaw today?” One said to the other. Gun Fiend felt The Child perk up.

“Yes, he stole a kill from us.”

“Does he even get paid for that? He’s making all of us look like fools.”

“I swear, Public Safety’s gone downhill ever since Makima disappeared. You may not remember, but she really was the top dog.”

I hope Chainsaw Man’s feeding himself, do you think he’s learned how to cook?

“Why are you so obsessed with him?” Gun asks.

I’m not sure. I need to see him.

The talking stops outside the cell door, and then resumes.

“Look at us now, reduced to working with that pistol-headed freak that talks to air. I’ve got friends who were killed in its rampage. I joined Public Safety to kill these things, not work with them. I swear every time the public sees we’re leaving him alive, they hate us more.”

“It’s not like we can do anything about it, most of our fiends with less publicity got killed. Most of our devils too. Fox’s threatening to sue for overwork.”

The Child dissolves into a pile of giggles. Gun Fiend, by instinct, feels his chest contort into a laugh. He wasn’t sure why; his only experience with Kon was when the Fox Devil complained about the loss of his good looks, whatever that meant. And then eating his gun arm, He can’t forget about that.

One of the guards, the more senior one, bangs on the door. “Hey! Shut up!”

“You sure we’re safe from him?” The other one asks.

“Yes. These walls are bulletproof, and he’s not fed enough blood to do any real damage.”

“Until he’s on the field. Anything about his mental state?”

“What, you suggesting we get him a fiend therapist? Dump him in a mental hospital and have him be someone else’s problem?”

The guards laugh together one last time, and one of them leaves. Gun walks away from the child and sits in the farthest corner of the room. His stomach growls. He curls up in a ball and lies down. The cut on his lip has stopped bleeding.

They shouldn’t treat you like this. It’s not right. The Child comes over and tries to brush the hair from Gun Fiend’s forehead, but his hands go right through his face.

The blast from the Fireworks Devil sends Gun Fiend flying across several city streets. He hits a building very hard. He feels his ribs, shoulders, and the back of his head crack upon impact. His gun arm and left leg get flattened by rubble. He struggles and yanks himself free, losing the two crushed limbs in the process.

Something warm rises in his chest, and Gun regurgitates all the blood his handler fed him at the start of the devil fight. A shame, he was full for the first time in weeks, and now he’s not. The sun feels unfamiliar on Gun Fiend’s skin. His lungs, which burned so wonderfully when he was in combat, are torn open by his ribs.

Gun looks down at the blood vomit in front of him. He leans down and opens his mouth. Stop that! The Child’s voice bursts into his mind.

“I need blood!” Gun Fiend shouts. It’s been so long since he got truly mad at the Child, but this wasn’t a mere matter of gluttony. He wanted to live, dammit!

I, I know. But that’s not going to be enough. The Child points at the rubble next to Gun Fiend. A limp, pale arm sticks out. Food! It smells relatively fresh for a dead person. Gun pulls himself forward with his one shaking. The debris and glass shards cut into his palm. He yanks the arm. Watch out!

Dislodged pieces of crumbled building fall and hit Gun squarely in the face and chest. The gun barrel protruding from his forehead cracks almost clean off. He feels woozy in the head from all the cracks in his skull. He spits out blood and a few teeth. Gun Fiend falls backward, the crushed upper body of a corpse close to his chest, his prize for all of this.

Gun Fiend starts with the hand. It is exquisite. He bites the fingers off and rends flesh from bone. The meat is juicy and tender. The tendons are chewy and melt in his mouth. He eats the delicate finger bones whole. They crunch under his teeth. He breaks the studier hand bones and sucks out the marrow. He sucks the blood-coated nails and then spits them out. It’s been so long since he was able to chew something, to truly savor a meal.

Gun sniffs the air for the scent of his handler, the handler who’d force him to vomit everything up if he caught him like this. He’s dead, he got eaten in the fight, remember? The Child reminded him.

“What about the others?” The Public Service agents smell of fear and hostility, a smog that makes It hard for Gun Fiend to breathe.

Either dead or busy with Fireworks. All rookies. It’s been a while since Public Safety handled a devil this dangerous.

“Because of this Chainsaw Man?”

That’s the most likely guess, I suppose. Is he busy somewhere else?

A moment passes where there’s nothing but chewing and distant explosions in the air. Gun Fiend gulps down the arm and his skull knits back together. His ribs jerk into place. The fresh blood works wonders on regrowing his leg. He begins to reform the barrel on his forehead when the Child speaks up.

We can do it now. We can run.

The Gun looks quizzically at the Child. He’s never spoken of this before.

We can disguise ourselves and find Chainsaw Man. He’ll know what to do. I’ll be able to remember.

Gun Fiend takes in his surroundings. He cannot understand the strange symbols on the storefronts. The signs and screens on the buildings flash bright and loud, and buzz with electricity. The streets are deserted but hold the scents of many people coming and going, of crowds and noise. During Gun’s first fight outside, a crowd threw rocks at him. And the Child wants them to disappear to disappear into this strange world.

Do you want to go back to Public Safety?

That little grey cell. That shitty water they call blood. Shivering throughout the night. Never being full unless he’s needed for a fight.

Rage bubbles up in Gun Fiend’s gut. His barrel’s halfway to fully reforming. He resists the urge to shoot a bullet from it into the air.

Gun licks the blood off his fingers. “Will there be lots of bodies I can eat?”

Yes. Plenty of devil fights happen in this city, there’ll be dead bodies everywhere.

“What about a live one? I want to eat a live one.”

The Child sighs as if he’s had this conversation a lot of times before. If you eat the live ones, people will report it to the police. We’ll get in legal trouble. Public Safety will catch us easier. Besides, there’s a ton of other things you can eat. Remember when one of the guards bought a bento box to their post?

Gun Fiend remembers. He had salivated all night from it. “Other things? Like what?”

The Child launches into a list. Sliced apples, coffee, beer on someone else’s tab. All of these can be found throughout the city. I can even teach you how to make them, if you promise not to kill civilians. 

Apples, coffee, beer on someone else’s tab, whatever that meant. Blood, gooey, thick blood, even if it’s from the dead. The chance to gorge himself day and night. The sound of fighting dies down in the distance.

If we run away, we need to do it fast; I think Public Safety’s almost finished. The Child looks at Gun Fiend’s almost complete gun barrel. Oh. That could be a problem.

Gun grabs a slab of concrete and slams it into his head. He slams it until the barrel fractures and falls clean off. “Dinner first, and then we find Chainsaw Man.” The Child beams.

In Public Safety, an alert rings out. The Gun Fiend is missing. No one discloses it to the media; Public Safety’s public rating is bad enough as it is. Agents on overtime are sent to come through the streets.

A nearby paramedic thinks he misplaced some supplies in the aftermath of the Fireworks devil. A man with bandages around his head and a missing arm staggers away from the battlefield, and into the city. Most bystanders pity him but refuse to look closer.

The Gun Fiend disappears into the sea of humans, led by the ghostly specter of a child in winter gear, ready for a good dinner.

[burnt-french-nugget]

"Bright Sun"

MORE LORE!!!

TW: blood, mentions of murder and drvgs, illegal adoption

Drip...drip...drip..

The red liquid dripped down on the floor in small droplets, the knife being covered in it. 

Two bodies lied limp on the bed, both of them drenched in blood, their bodies filled with stab wounds. They were a couple, two lovers, partners in crime.. Literally. Both of them were wanted criminals, both drug addicts, murderers and just complete asses of human beings. And now they payed for their wrong doings.

The man just stood in front of the bed, looking at his own doing, his clothes drenched with blood. His face scarred and disfigured, grinning widely..  psychotically. He looked tired, even with his crazed expression, his eyes having bags under them. His hair was loose, long and black, a few strands sticking to his face. Jeff was sweating, a lot. The kill too a lot of his energy, making him breathe heavily, panting like a dog. He held the knife tightly in his gloved hands. 

Jeff continued to stare at their bodies for another moment, before he turned around walking away from the bloody mess he just made, not looking back.

As he started to come back to his senses, he placed the knife in his pocket, his head hanging low as he worked his way out of his victims home. Opening the window, he started to get out, making sure to not make much noise. His feet landed on the ground, rubber soles squelching across wet grass as he started to walk away.

A small yet loud cry stopped Jeff from leaving any further, the cry echoing through the home. It sounded like a.. baby? 

Fuck.. Since when did those two have a child?  What is he supposed to do.. He could just leave it there, people will get suspicious of it's parents anyways.

He stood still for a moment, before he went for it, jumping back inside the home through the same window. Jeff's calculations weren't good though, as he landed  harshly with a loud thud. It looked painful. 

"Ow! Fuck-"

The killer groaned as he got up, dusting himself off quickly, ignoring the slight pain he was in. The cries of the baby continued, it seemed that it wouldn't stop any time soon. Well, unless he didn't do something about it. Jeff sighed, walking down the hall where the cries got louder and louder. It would be said that it's annoying, but it's a baby. What's it supposed to do? The poor thing is unaware of what happened moments before. 

He got to the door where the cry got stronger. His gloved hand was placed on the handle, gently and slowly opening it. 

"You gotta be kiddin' me.."

The small baby way lying in its cradle, tears running down their face, dressed in small blue and white overalls. Jeff couldn't move as soon as he saw the baby, he was standing there like a deer at headlights, now speechless. Both his mind and heart raced, his breath shortening once more. He didn't know what to exactly do in this situation.. should he calm it down? But he'll probably make it worse with his appearense if he picked them up.

It was hard for him to decide, but he ended up walking up to the cradle, picking the child up, now holding them in his arms. As soon as they left the arms of another, the baby's cries decreased slightly, but it was still upset. They looked at Jeff with their tear filled eyes, their cheeks all red from pouting and crying. Jeff frowned slightly, the scars on his cheeks twitching as he continued to hold the small human in his arms. 

The seemingly dangerous looking man was being oddly gentle with the baby, them being held securely in the killers arms. The baby now started to giggle as they locked eyes with the strange scarred man. The cries dried out, and now it was giggling at him.. or his apperanse. Jeff felt his fractured heart melt from the cute and innocent sound they were making, the frown quickly consorting into a smile. He started to speak, his voice soft and gentle. 

"I look a bit silly to you, don't I, bud?" 

Jeff chuckled lightheartedly. It was surprising how he's acting currently, since he killed this child's parents 30 minutes before. The baby just giggled more, clapping their hands happily.  They had a wide smile now, one of their hands gently touching the killers face, still giggling. He felt his heart melt more from the baby's touch, his eyes softening as he stared down. 

"What's your name, kiddo?"

He asked curiously as he looked around, trying to find his name somewhere. He spotted the name on a small table that was probably for his things, 'Edward'. Edward..? Well that's a very common name for a boy. It seemed basic. The man hummed and looked back at the smiling baby, his head tilted slightly. 

"Uh... well.. I think I'll just call you Luca-"

He chuckled, holding the baby boy even closer to his body now. Luca grabbed a few strands of Jeff's long black hair, placing it in his mouth. This surprised Jeff, quickly putting his hair away, tucking it in his hood. Luca pouted slightly but he calmed down soon. 

"What am I supposed to do with you now?"

Jeff more spoke more to himself then to Luca, who was deseperetly trying to take his hair once more, but failing miserably. The killer sighed, trying to plan out his next move. He didn't know what to do exactly, but he knew he couldn't just leave poor Luca alone like this. Who knows when people will find his parents' corpses, me might be dehydrated and half dead by then. They are in a house slightly far from the town anyways. 

It troubled him, knowing what might happen to the poor baby boy if he just left him there.

He finally got an idea, his expression lighting up almost imediately. Thought it was quite risky. But it wouldn't hurt anyone.. right?

"You're coming with me little guy!" 

Jeff said happily, lifting him high up in the air for a moment before he brought him closer to him once more, cradling him in his arms. He then started to walk out of Luca's room, going back the same way he came, holding him securely.

The man, soon was outside, walking away from Luca's former home, walking back to his car that was parked behind some bushes and trees. The baby boy was now asleep as he was held, Jeff holding him by one hand as he got himself ready by getting inside the car. He placed his hand on the steering wheel, taking a deep breath as he started the engine. He went into reverse until the car got to the road, driving away from the scene of the crime he committed. 

It was worth it though. 

"Liu is gonna to fucking kill me.."

[detectivestucks]

The Anbu Captain XI

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: You fill your days while Kakashi is away on his longest mission yet. When he comes home he plays a little game with you and you discover he's been keeping a secret.

Warnings: NSFW, sexual harassment, dog bite, slapping, nipple play, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 5.8k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

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The next eight weeks feel like the longest of your adult life. For the first week you kept rolling over reaching for Kakashi only to be greeted with an empty bed. When the wind blew through the open window you’d instinctively look over only to feel the pang in your chest when you remember he’s gone. 

Little guy would see the sadness in your face during these moments and become extra cuddly, trying to give you comfort. He started spending every night sleeping against your chest rather than at your feet, almost as if he knew what was going on. 

There wasn’t a single night he spent outside since Kakashi left. You wondered how his owner felt about this. You had essentially stolen someone else’s dog but you weren’t about to go looking for his owner. You’d happily claim Little Guy as your own. 

In the mornings after breakfast, you’d let him out the door to do dog things all day while you head off to work, always meeting back up with him in the evenings when he came around for his supper. 

During the weekends he’d stick to your side the entire day, refusing to leave you alone. You appreciated this very much. With Little Guy, you felt less alone. The bed felt smaller, the apartment warmer, and the days shorter.

You also appreciated Kakashi’s friends. They checked on you frequently to keep you company. You really enjoyed spending time with Kureni and her boyfriend Asuma. They were nice to talk to and you wanted to go on a double date with them when Kakashi got back. They naturally had missions of their own so they couldn’t be around all the time but you also had Gai. He was particularly attentive to you during Kakashi’s hiatus and often escorted you around the village with a hand around your waist. Never in a way that felt creepy. Always in a way that felt protective, like he was guarding a precious treasure for his best friend.

It made you internally snicker at the idea that this lovable goof was Kakashi’s best friend. Kakashi, the calm, collected, cold blooded killer, best friends with this boisterous, green ball of energy. 

Gai made an effort to walk you home from work twice a week and always checked in on you every Sunday night. Interestingly, Little Guy was always absent for these visits but quickly returned when Gai left. Even though he was a bit bizarre, he was truly a gentleman and you were glad for his friendship. 

It was your last weekend alone before your Captain was supposed to come home and naturally you were out shopping in the village with your favorite friendly neighborhood dog. You stopped at a small tea shop and sat outside on the patio sipping your drink with Little Guy by your side. He was curled up in a ball, satisfied by the biscuit you bought for him, lightly napping in the little spot of sun on the ground. Everything is quiet and serene. 

You have a book in your hand recommended to you by Kakashi. Given its contents it was little wonder he was so adventurous in the bedroom. If this was what he enjoyed reading in his spare time, you could see where his inspiration came from. It is a little embarrassing to read the book in public, but hey, Kakashi does it all the time. Also now that you have built a small reputation for being his significant other, you figured everyone should already know why the little orange book is in your possession to begin with. 

You finish your chapter and close the book, setting it down on the table. You were ready to resume your shopping trip, wanting to make the last of your purchases before heading home. Leaning down to give Little Guy some head scratches, you try to wake him up.

“Hey buddy, you ready to go?”

Little Guy leans into your fingers, savoring the affection before getting up and shaking off, ridding himself of the dirt collected on his belly. You stand up, grabbing the book as you make your way to leave when a very large man puts you in his shadow.

You look up at him, scanning his impressive stature and large build. His muscles bulged out of his shirt and you could see his veins jut in and out between them, supplying the needed oxygen to sustain their impressive size. You feel Little Guy against your ankle and you are sure he is protectively monitoring the situation. 

“Hi, uhh, can I help you?” you say in a voice a bit more timid than you’d like.

The mountain of a man reaches for your hand to grab your book from between your fingers.

“I can’t help but notice your reading choice, sweetheart. You enjoy getting a little freaky, hmm?”

You feel the heat rise on your cheeks as you reach for your book.

“Could you please give that back?”

“You need help acting out some of these scenes sweetie?”

Little Guy begins to growl at your feet.

“Please, could I have that back? It’s a lonar.” you ask again as you reach for the book. The stranger however holds it just beyond your reach causing you to fall into him. You go to push yourself off when he wraps his free arm around your waist.

“You didn’t answer my question sweetheart.”

You feel your pulse quicken, scared of how the man is grabbing you and not letting you go. You continue to struggle to get out of his arm as you reply,

“What I do with my boyfriend is none of your business. Now get off of me and give me back my book!”

He tightens his grip on you and you see his face turn red with jealousy.The man suddenly imagining himself in competition, he tries you again,

“I bet I can make you forget about your loser boyfriend in one night.”

“Doubt it. Now GET OFF!”

You push against his chest but he pulls you in tighter, not letting you go. Little Guy jumps for the arm wrapped around your waist, the one holding you hostage. He sank his sharp predatory teeth deep in the tissue, aiming to rip his muscle from the bone. 

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK?! GET ‘IM OFF!”

The man drops your book and you snatch it up, running from the shop, grateful to Little Guy for coming to your defense. You check over your shoulder and see the pug’s little legs dangle as the man flails his arm around trying to fling Little Guy off. There is significant blood dripping to the ground. You see the fury on the man’s face and you’re terrified that he’s going to kill Little Guy for this. The man opens his fist aiming to grab the dog when you scream,

“LITTLE GUY!!” 

He immediately lets go just as the man's fist was about to squeeze the life out of his tiny body. Little Guy bounded towards you, licking his chops to wipe up the blood surrounding his mouth. You jog a little ways, worried the man will come after you but once you're certain he’s not following you, you stop near a spigot to clean off the pug’s face. 

You use your fingers to work the water into his fur, rinsing out the blood as you speak.

“Thank you Little Guy but don’t get yourself hurt. He could’ve killed you. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

A little whine followed by a bark came from him and you knew he understood you. You nuzzle your forehead against his then you turn off the flow of water before standing up and heading home. You didn’t want to risk bumping into that man again today, afraid he might try to hurt your dog. Yes, your dog.

You open the door, allowing the pug to enter. You head straight for the kitchen and grab some bacon out of the fridge to fry up and give to Little Guy as a treat. “There” you say as you lower the plate to the floor. You scratch his ears as he digs in. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

You grab Kakashi’s book once more and head to the couch to keep reading. When Little Guy is done he joins you on your lap. 

You’re about to doze off and nap when you hear a pounding at the door.

BANG BANG BANG

You leap off the couch with a start, Little Guy tumbling to the floor but miraculously landing on his paw pads. Your mind bewildered, you fear it was the man. He found where you live.

“Y/N! Are you okay?! I heard what happened!!!”

…it was Gai. You look down at the friendly neighborhood dog who didn’t seem so friendly at the moment. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the pug’s sour face as you go to open the door.

“Hi Gai.” you sing as you open the door.

You note how Little Guy slinks past Gai’s ankles and trots away to avoid your loudest companion. Letting the man inside you reassure him, “Yes, I’m okay. Some guy stole Kakashi’s book but I got it when my dog bit him.”

“You have a dog?” he says looking at his feet, searching for signs of a dog.

“Well, no. …Kinda. It’s a stray that I’ve adopted. He comes and goes as he pleases but I feed him everyday.”

Unable to locate the dog you’re talking about, Gai’s gaze comes back up to meet yours with a booming chuckle.

“Well isn’t that perfect?! My rival found himself a dog person. Kakashi loves dogs!”

“He does?”

Completely blowing off your question, Gai inspects you. Grabbing your hands and looking at your arms, combing over your skin for signs of damage. 

“Gai, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really.”

“I can’t let my rival come home thinking I let anything happen to his paramour.”

“Well nothing happened. It’s taken care of.”you say trying to regain custody of your limbs.

He drops your arms and stares at you seriously. 

“You promise?”

You smile at him and his sincerity. He was so adorably loyal to Kakashi.

“I promise. Now, would you like to stay for dinner?”

His eyes quickly glanced over to the kitchen and back to you. “Yes please.”

“Great! Keep me company while I cook.” you say as you stride over to the kitchen. “Tell me, how was your weekend?”

Gai excitedly regales you with the details of his workouts and his current set of students. They are all about to pass on as Chunin and he expects that next year he will be granted a new team of fresh Genin. The two of you hang out till Eight, then you send him off so that you can clean up and get ready for work the next day.

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After walking with you to work, Pakkun heads to see Kakashi to give his weekly report. 

“How is she?” he asks while hunched behind a bush, studying his target.

“She’s good. Gai nearly scared her half to death yesterday.”

He laughs before asking how. 

“A man was harassing her outside of the tea shop and when Gai found out he nearly broke down her door to check on her.”

“A man was harassing her?” Kakashi’s eyes turned dark “Details. Now.”

“He grabbed around her waist and when he didn’t let go I bit him. Let’s just say he won’t be using his right arm for a bit.”

Kakashi nodded. “Good.”

“You think your mission will end on time?”

“I’m making sure it will.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Pff, don’t act like you’re not enjoying pretending to be a house pet. I see through your act. She’s changed you.”

“Well look who’s talking.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He says with a big smile on his face.

“I’ll see you in a few days. M’kay Kakashi?”

“See you in a few days Pakkun.”

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You get home from work Friday night, grateful that the week has passed quickly. He’d be back any day now. You couldn’t wait. You were certain you’d jump at any small sound hoping to turn around and see him.But you could live with that. Just as long as it ended with seeing him. 

As you unlock the door  and swing it open, two strong hands grab either side of your face and pull you into a passionate kiss.

You drop your bag and bring your arms up to embrace him, your favorite person. You use your foot to kick your door closed, while he reached over your shoulder to secure the lock. Your hands grab two fist fulls of his uniform as you pull him closer to you, never wanting to let him go. You both stagger over to the couch, lips locked the entire way, and stumble down onto the cushions, your body falling on top of his. 

The two of you make out like randy teenagers for the better part of an hour. You grab at his hair and paw at his uniform, slowly grinding on his thigh as small moans are exchanged between your lips. You pepper his jaw and cheeks with kisses, careful to keep your eyes closed so as not to see his mysterious face, afraid that if you do he’ll stop. 

You shift your leg so you are straddled over his pelvis, continuing to grind against him. He groans as he feels the warmth radiating from your heat and rubbing over his stiff boner. He lifts his mask before his hands grab each side of your hips, grabbing firm hold of you and controlling your movements. He dragged you harshly along his concealed length, creating friction for you both, generating a soft moan.

You lean up and shed your chunky knit sweater, tossing it on the coffee table. You reach around and unclasp your bra too, discarding it to an unknown corner of the room. Next you make work of his uniform. He sits up to allow you to strip him, while never losing grip of your hips, continuously grinding them into him, leaving both of you panting. 

You untie his headband and stare at him in both eyes, switching your gaze back and forth between them both before finally bringing the fabric over your own eyes and tie the knot behind you to keep the fabric firmly in place. 

You feel him remove one of his hands and as he sets it back down, his lips are locked over your nipple, happily dragging his tongue over the bud playfully fondling it with the pink muscle. You exhale fully, hands clutching his silver mane as you enjoy the sensation of both the friction and the suckling. It was enough to get you close. That or finally being touched after two months of loneliness, either way you were quickly approaching the edge and he was only getting started. 

You groan, eyes squeezing shut under the headband as his tongue laps away at your peak. His teeth inevitably come out to play, nipping at your skin while he worked his way over to your other breast. 

Tiny breaths sprinkled with whispers of curse words exhaled from your mouth as you felt him toy with you. His fingers playing with your abandoned nipple, pinching and rolling it. Your fingers tighten in his hair as your grinding becomes more desperate. He knows you’re close, he can feel it as your legs tighten around his hips. Your moans and whimpers building with your climax. He begins sucking harshly on the tip before he released.

“Ask”

He latches back on hastily rubbing the tip of his tongue over your bud as he hollows his cheeks. You moan loudly, your head falling backwards. He releases again.

“Ask to cum.”

Diving back in, you feel him pull on you forcefully, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin as you are brought to beg, 

“Please Captain, please let me cum. I’m so close. Please let me cum.”

He releases your peak and massages both nipples between his calloused fingers as he whispers in your ear, “Cum for me.” before lightly kissing your neck. You grind hard on him, feeling the torture of his fingers rolling and tugging your nipples while he tickles the senstive spots of your neck. You release, soaking your underwear as you slow your strokes against his pelvis. Riding your high while drinking in his embrace.

When you come to a stop he grabs you by the ribs and throws you down on the couch under him, yanking off your pants before shedding his own. He tuts as he slides his fingers under your thongs and peels it off of your sopping wet pussy before sliding it down your legs.

“Such a little slut for me. Isn’t that right Good Girl?”

“Mhm” you cry pathetically as you feel the cool air hit the juices dripping out of your folds. 

He brings a firm hand down on your lower set of lips making you yelp, before he rubs the area in large soothing circles.

“Lets play a little game, my love. Everytime you close your eyes or curse I will hit you,” smack “here.” you whimper as he returns to rubbing circles around your clit, already starting to throb from your orgasm and the first two blows. Kakashi lifts up his headband off your eyes to see your glassy and desperate expression.

“Yes, Captain” you whisper, making him smile under his mask.

“Good.”

He takes his length and begins rubbing himself along your folds, coating himself in your slick. You bite your lip feeling how his head nudges your little bundle of nerves. You gasp and reach out, fingers wrapping around the wrist that's supporting his weight. He pulls back and slips into your entrance, eyes immediately fluttering closed, blissfully groaning from the intrusion.

Smack

You’re eyes shoot open, core tensing up as you look Kakashi in the eyes. You see him smirk under the mask and you know he’s going to abuse how sensitive you are from lack of stimulation over the past two months. Your body no longer accustomed to his abuse.

He begins sliding back and forth inside of you. You feel yourself suck him in as he pushes up against your cervix. You were so happy to have him home, poking and prodding where you like it best. Only he fills you just right. It is heavenly how he stretches you out. The soft strokes hitting you just right. Your eyes lock onto his as the sensation fills you.

“Oh fuck Captain, you feel so good.”

Smack

You gasp and twitch violently. You forgot about the cursing. This was going to be a brutal game. If it hadn’t been two whole months since he was last inside you, you’d have a fighting chance. But he probably saved this little game of his for your reunion cause he wanted to toy with you all night long.  The worst part was he would if you weren’t careful. 

Knowing you were on to him and his motives, he started accentuating his strokes, making you groan. Bottoming out and pulling back all the way to the tip, before smoothly pushing in again. You look up at him dying to kiss him but you know you’d have to close your eyes to do so, meaning another strike. He was really enjoying watching you struggle. Overwhelmed by sensation and unable to express it the way you usually do. Your hands reach up to his neck trying to pull him down. 

“Ah ah ah, that’s cheating.” He curls his finger under your chin, lifting it so you are looking down your nose as you gaze up at him. Eyes lidded, one breathtaking stroke away from falling shut. 

“I need to be able to see your eyes, my love. If I can’t, then I won’t be able to play our little game.”

He punctuates his sentence with a harsh thrust inside and you moan loudly, your lids treacherously snapping shut. Smack!

You cry out at his harsh hit to your clit. It was swollen from the game, each time building pressure in your abdomen. He followed with more soothing circles and you so badly wanted to loll your head back in pleasure but you couldn’t. Instead you look up at him with those pathetic teary eyes and he feels himself coming undone from your gaze. 

He starts stroking faster and harder. Snapping into you with urgency. He missed you. He missed this. He missed the intimacy, the adoration, the warmth. You constrict around him as a result of the new pace and you paw at his neck, wanting him to come down and be close to you.

“Oh fuck Captain! Please!”

Smack!

“Ahhh!”

Your legs begin to twitch. The beatings start to radiate from your sensitive nub. It only spurs him on. He strokes with more vigor, pulling your hips closer to him, securing you so that you can’t slide up the couch.

“Yes Captain, it feels so good. Right there.”

He finds a sweet spot and keeps his stroke consistent so that he massages it repeatedly with his mushroom tip. He watches you on the brink of losing control as your face twists from pleasure. Your eyes are about to shut in three…two…one…smack!

Your body violently jerks as a little bit of cum is released around his cock. Kakashi growls, excited by the game. 

“That’s it Good Girl.”

He finds the spot again, stroking even faster. You bite your lip, feeling the pressure in your abdomen build even more. You are so very sensitive. Your back begins to arch up off the couch but you don’t dare close your eyes. Instead they plead with him as your brows knit together. 

Feeling wicked, Kakashi throws one of your legs over his shoulder hitting an even deeper spot and you squirm away from him. Smack!

“Fuck!” you gasp “I didn’t do anything!” smack!

“That time you did!”

He loved how your tits bounced each time your body shook from the blows. An added perk on top of how you constrict and gush around him. He was taking far too much joy in your little sport.

Knowing you can’t win, you don’t argue, you just sink back and moan from how he shreds apart your gummy walls. You continue to bite your lip, staring him right in the eyes, feeling on the cusp of another orgasm but it’s not good enough. He needs to break you. He lifts his knee and sticks your lower leg between his. Then he leans forward, stretching you out, allowing him to push deep. 

You scream out from the new angle. He’s got you and you both know it. He rails into you at an unrelenting speed. Your body thrashes around as a string of curses fly from your mouth, eyes screwed shut in a blissful agony.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Your body seizes from the blows. The pressure so built up from the game that you squirt all over his chest. Kakashi rips himself out of your tight slit to quickly massage your clit as your squirt, making your juices fly out of you from the intensity. 

“Captain!” you shriek, spray getting everywhere.

“That’s it Good Girl, that’s it.”

“Oh gods it’s too much!” 

Your fingers dig into him as you lift your head, eyes gazing up at him before snapping shut again. He delivers a final blow to your abused cunt making you cry pathetically as you twitch from orgasm. He slides back into you to ride you through it, your body going limp from the over stimulation.

“Good Giiiirl, take my dick. I know you missed me.”

You sleepily reach up, grabbing his neck and pulling him down. This time he acquiesces and buries his face in your neck, while you do the same, allowing you to pant into the curve of his shoulder.

“Thank you Captain” you whisper into his skin.

He speeds up his thrusts before growing sloppy and erratic. He was almost there, just a few more plunges and then you’d feel the familiar twitch as your walls are coated in his warm sticky mess. He strokes lightly, emptying himself into you before collapsing on top of your body. 

You wrap your legs around him and pull down his mask to kiss him like you were before. Hungry for him. You missed his lips and everything that came with them. You lay tangled together on the couch, him growing soft inside of you while you continue to kiss lazily. Your fingers carding through his strands, breathing deeply as your tongue explored his mouth.

You’re both lost in a world where time stands still as you welcome your man home, laying naked together on your couch. Happy to have him back in his rightful place. You adjust your hands, ready to grab another fistful of hair when you hear your stomach grumble. Your captain chuckles at the sound as you both look down to where your abdomen’s meet. Just as you decided to ignore it and return to his lips you hear Little Guy paw at the door. 

You look over, debating if you’re gonna answer it. When you close your eyes and turn back to Kakashi’s lips you’re disappointed to rub against cloth and find that he’s tucked them away, making the decision for you. You resign yourself to getting up off the couch and answering the door for Little Guy.

You stand up, pull on your pants  and don your sweater, not bothering to put your bra back on much to Kakashi’s enjoyment. Tugging down your hem, you turn to walk over to the door.

“I guess it’s time to make supper. What would you like?”

“Do you have ingredients to make miso with eggplant?”

You smile with a sway of your hips as you look over your shoulder. “That I do.”

You swing open the door and allow the pug inside just before you scurry over to the kitchen to get started on supper.

“Hey Pakkun, thanks for taking care of her. I appreciate it.”

The pug nods at him and replies in a deep voice, “Sure thing Kakashi. Anytime.”

You freeze. Did those two just talk to each other? You turn away from the counter and face Kakashi and Little Guy with wide eyes.

“What did you just say?”

Kakashi stopped. He had gotten so used to talking to Pakkun while away on his mission that he forgot to play pretend now that he is home. The hound walked up to Kakashi’s side and sat next to him, facing you before replying. 

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“You talk?!” You run your fingers up to your scalp as you clutch your own hair. “Oh my gods, you’re a summoning animal!”

“Sure am.” 

You couldn’t get over his deep voice. This was not the adorable pug you had been taking care of for six months. Your eyes bug up to Kakashi who was nervously staring back at you.

“I take it he’s your summon, isn’t he?”

A hand raises to the back of Kakashi’s neck where he scratches as his eye crinkles into the shape of a half moon. 

Your stare shoots back over to the dog you now know is named Pakkun.

“This whole time I’ve been taking care of you and you were spying on me?!”

“To your credit, you’re a hell of a cook. Isn’t that right Kakashi?”

“Well, I do enjoy eating out when I’m over here.” he says with a mischievous grin.

Pakkun’s face sours as he looks up at your captain. Your face turns a deep shade of maroon and you flush with embarrassment

“Really, Kakashi, did you have to go there?”

“It’s not like Pakkun didn’t already know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I smell it all over her every time you visit.”

“Oh gods,” You bury your face in your hands, playing all your interactions with Little Guy over in your head. The embarrassment only grew. “I’ve changed in front of you. You’ve seen me naked!”

“Y/N, I don’t really care to see humans naked. It’s not like I was looking.”

“You two are sick!” You start to freak out. “This isn’t okay, this is twisted, what is wrong with you?!”

Kakashi grabs around your waist pulling you in. “I’m sorry my love, I had to make sure you were safe. I didn’t want to leave you unprotected while I was gone.”

“So you enlisted a spy to live with me?!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure what else to do. I’ve never done this before. I’m not good at this.” He says beginning to feel ashamed.

You huff as you cross your arms over your chest. You were livid with him but you had to admit that Pakkun had been very helpful while he was away. He always kept you company and he did bite that guy last week. But you were also mortified that you had been treating him like a house pet, going so far as to clean his face and let him sleep in your bed. You couldn’t decide how you felt but then Kakashi’s palms left your waist to graze up your shoulders and rest around the back of your neck, thumbs resting behind your ears. He towers over you as he looks down his nose, nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

You feel your anger dissolve as you look up at him. Your arms absentmindedly unfold themselves and take purchase on Kakashi’s hips as you lean into his chest. 

“I love you” 

“I love you too, Captain.”

You savor the intimacy for a moment before deciding to get back to preparing supper. Kakashi leans against the counter watching you. He seems a little lighter without the weight of this secret on his chest. He hesitates for a moment and you can tell he’s contemplating something. You pretend not to notice as you prep the ingredients, waiting for him to spit it out. After you finish chopping the eggplant, he finds his voice.

“I actually have 8 hounds. Would you like to meet them?”

You stop for a brief moment and look up.

“You have an entire pack of them? How many did you have following me?”

“Just Pakkun.”

You think for a moment.

“Gai had mentioned you liked dogs. I see what he means now.”

He chuckles a bit. “I’m surprised he didn’t notice Pakkun and blow his cover.”

“He was conveniently absent when Gai was around.”

Kakashi gives a hearty laugh at that bit of information. “He’s good at his job. I’ll give him that.”

You smile and shake your head as you continue to chop. 

“So yes or no?”

“To what? Meeting your pack?”

“Yeah.”

“Well you’re my boyfriend. Of course I have to meet your dogs.”

“Hounds.”

You roll your eyes at him and he catches your jaw between his fingers before you can turn away. He pulls you up to his face as he threatens, “Roll your eyes at me again, and see what happens.”

Your breath falters as you know exactly what will happen. You close your eyes as you imagine it allowing the excitement to tingle across your body. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip before letting go and allowing you to get back to the meal. You give a contented smile and he wraps his arms around your waist as he stands behind you, patiently waiting for you to be done.

He’s home.

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Lord Hiruzen graciously gave team Ro a few days reprieve before they were sent back out for another mission on Tuesday. An entire weekend with your captain.  

The next day you went on a double date with Kureni and Asuma. It was a wonderful and classy evening full of intelligent conversation and intriguing battle stories till one Might Gai invited himself to sit at the table and join you. The evening quickly escalated to a classic challenge between rivals while you sat with Kureni and watched your boyfriend make a fool of himself engaging in a push up contest with the ever spry Jonin who wouldn’t accept a game of ‘rock-paper-scissors.’

On Sunday you met Kakashi’s hounds. They excitedly sniffed you and introduced themselves. You romp with them and pet them like domestic beasts rather than respectable ninja hounds. Pakkun gives them all a smug smile knowing that they’d have no room to talk if they ever tried to give him greif for how he behaved around you. Your love was irresistible. It turned all of them into puppies, wanting nothing more than ear and belly scratches.

Kakashi stood to the side watching you play with his pack. He wasn’t sure he could ever love anyone or anything more than he loved you in that moment. You were forever. That he was sure of. You made his cold heart warm again; his once dark life, bright again. He felt like a changed man around you. The missing puzzle piece perfectly fitting into the empty space of his heart.

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Tuesday morning comes and he leaves you while you’re getting ready for the office. Each time he’s home it becomes harder to say goodbye. It’s harder to hide your disappointment and fear. You don’t want anything to happen to him. You want him to come home and this particular morning you broke.

“Shh, shh. It’ll be okay my love.” he says as he pets your hair

“How can you say that?” you sob into his chest

“I will always come home to you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I could never leave you. You’re my reason for living. No enemy is going to stop me from coming home to you.”

You hold onto him tighter, unsure you have the strength to let him leave.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Kashi.”

It wrenched his gut to see you so sad, to see how much you cared for him. How did he ever get so lucky? 

“Please my love, you have to get to work and I have to report to my team.”

With one final squeeze you pull yourself off of him and wipe your tears with the back of your hand. 

“Come home, okay?”

“I will, every time.”

He gives you a passionate kiss before lifting his mask and gazing into your eyes fluttering open to gaze upon him one more time before he leaves.

Jumping rooftop to rooftop, his head feels an unfamiliar cloudiness. There was a pressure in his gut that he wasn’t used to. He tries to shake it from his mind. He has a mission to focus on. Get the job done and come home. Just like he promised.

He lands in front of the village gate to a waiting Team Ro.

“Everything alright, Captain?”

“You’re late.”

“Yeah, everything is fine. You ready?”

He gazes around his team and they all nod.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

The entire squad pulls their masks over their faces and launches into the trees standing just outside the village gate. They fly through the forest heading north, hurdling themselves towards enemy terrain. Kakashi’s mind for the first time registering the distance growing further between him and your loving arms.

Part 12 Masterlist

[designer-fiction]

You Can’t Predict the Weather

A slice of Korrasami married life, featuring Naga, some tiny fish, and a blizzard, to fill the darkness of February with fluff.

[Prompt: @fluffyfebruary week 4]

[Art by Michelle Wong (Ruins of the Empire)]

🜄 🜄 🜄

“All right Korra, that’s a steep hill coming up. Remember how to shift gears?”

Korra’s sole reply was to blow a stray lock of hair through a pout. Why does she insist I learn to drive? Ug. Don’t screw up this time, we’re uphill on a remote road in the South Pole. Okay here goes. Ease off gas. Clutch. Shift— uh, downshift, downshift’s that way yeah, release clutch, okay now gas… “ Yesss! Did you see that?” Korra exclaimed, proud like a child.

“You’re adorable!” teased Asami. 

“Hey! It’s super windy and there’s, like, powder snow in the air: I’m crushing this!” Korra basked in her glory a little. “Unlike you with ice fishing.”

Asami crossed her arms “When is catching tiny fish through a hole on a frozen river ever going to come in handy? I’d rather focus my energy on useful skills. Can you even eat those little fishies?”

“Tomcod is excellent, as you’ll soon discover,” Korra smiled, smugly. “Don’t worry! I made sure to keep your catch in a separate section of the cooler to show dad when we get home. Tonraq will be so proud of you!” 

The teasing got Korra a slap on the shoulder. “Concentrate on the road,” Asami admonished. “I’m sure Naga will appreciate my one very tiny fish,” she added. The polar bear dog in the back of Tonraq’s old truck placed her muzzle on Asami’s shoulder, drooling a little. “Yes, I knew you’d be on my side, Naga, you’re my girl,” Asami gave the animal’s nose a vigorous rub. Korra gave them a glance, but returned her focus to the long barren roads of the South Pole, her tongue sticking out in concentration.

They hadn’t crossed another vehicle for at least two hours. The remote trail was cutting a thin line through an endless spruce forest. It was just them girls, trees, and the wind that made the side windows tremble and howl. 

After a quiet moment, Asami became suddenly serious: “It’s starting to snow a lot… do you… would you like me to drive?”

Visibility was decreasing steadily, and it was nearly evening. Korra tried to sound as reassuring as she could convince herself to be: “I’m okay, Asami. Harbor City’s just forty minutes away. Strange though. I didn’t sense a blizzard coming at all when we left this morning. I usually feel it in my knees, you know… since the fight with Zah— anyways, I’ll be careful.”

“Okay, but I can take over if you need me to,” insisted Asami.

“You should rest,” said Korra, smiling tenderly. 

Asami took her up on the offer, repositioning herself sideways in the stiff old passenger seat, to face Korra. She closed her eyes. A few minutes later, half-asleep, she mumbled: “If the tires start to slip, pump the brakes, don’t slam, pump… you got this my love.” She let out a sigh of contentment.

Korra smiled to herself as she drove along the repetitive landscape. Trees, snow, trees trees, snow. It had a calming effect on the Southern Tribe native.

Naga suddenly burst into a series of loud barks, uncontrollably. It startled Asami, who screamed: “KORRA, LOOK OUT!” as a large, white mass of muscle and fur became visible, right in the middle of the road.

Korra slammed the brakes.

The snow leopard caribou turned its head and stared, unmoving. He raised his panache defiantly higher than the truck, his bright gold eyes reflecting the headlights. 

The truck began to skid sideways, completely disobeying the driving wheel, to Korra’s dismay. “What do I do?” she asked rather pointlessly as she frantically turned the wheel, to no effect. They skidded right by the proud buck, who stood his ground, immobile.

The rear of the vehicle was already stuck in the ditch when her level headed wife deadpanned: “I suggest giving up on driving entirely.”

The white beast, apparently satisfied with winning the staring contest with a truck, calmly turned its back on them and vanished into the woods.

Korra burst out laughing, soon joined by Asami who couldn’t ever hold a straight face very long. Naga kept barking at the forest for a minute.

Once the laughing and barking died down, some amount of worry filled the silence. 

“What now?” asked Asami. “Any chance your dad would have a portable radio stashed in his truck, so we can call for help?”

Korra chuckled. “The chance of my dad having high tech gadgets stashed away in his truck is pretty close to zero, my love. Did you need a harpoon? He probably has one or two in the back.”

Asami stared, unamused.

“But don’t worry,” Korra flexed her arms, pointlessly as the bulge didn’t make any difference under her thick coat, “Naga and I can get us out. Take the wheel. When I give you the signal, give us some gas, will you?” She turned and jumped out of the truck rather quickly, to hide the lack of confidence on her face. 

The wind now came in squalls that painfully froze the exposed skin of Korra’s cheeks and nose. As the storm intensified, visibility dropped to less than a few meters. A few minutes later and we’d have collided with that beast. At least, no one’s injured… This is bad, though. The sun is coming down fast. I should have refilled the tank before leaving. Fuck, we don’t even have a quarter left… it wouldn’t keep us warm for long… This HAS to work. I need to get the girls home. 

Korra waded through the ditch, waist deep in snow, fighting against the wind to reach the back and let Naga out. The large animal bounded, giving a joyful lick to her best friend before hopping about the curbside, rolling and eating playful amounts of snow. At least one of them girls was enjoying the situation.

Korra rummaged through her dad’s stuff. Tonraq did have a good supply of sturdy rope, so there was that.

She fastened it to the front of the truck, called Naga and had her sit quietly while she tied the truck to her harness. “All right girl,” she placed all her faith in the animal, “when I say now, you pull us out of this mess. I’ll owe you all the tomcod you want, forever, yes, because you’re the best, yes it’s you Naga, the best girl of all, just wait till I give you the signal…” Korra scrunched her face against Naga’s white fur.

After regaining her post in the ditch, Korra took a wide stance, relaxed her shoulders, and yelled: “Girls, NOW!”

Naga pulled with all her fluffy might and Asami gave the motor some gas. Korra bent the snow and ice in the ditch, forming a soft-ish battering ram, to push the vehicle out of trouble. The tires spun in an infuriatingly hopeless wail. The wheels just slid in place, more obtuse than a stubborn hippo cow. Asami gave the gas pedal a few more tries, on and off, while Korra shifted her focus to bending the snow beneath the tires, but the ground was frozen hard and the ice impossible to melt in this cursed weather.

Shit. We can’t stay stuck here, in the middle freezing nowhere, with Asami in her condition and mom worrying at home… because of course mom guessed, and now she’s worried and… ug! If I could just get some traction. I HAVE to get us out. 

Naga was visibly losing power from the prolonged effort. Asami opened the window and  asked: “something something okay?” but the wind covered her voice as it savagely whipped her hair around. The snow was falling almost horizontally now, in bursts that felt like buckets of small nails violently crashing on her face. 

Desperate to get results, Korra bent the snow around her into a series of short ice spikes, shoving her echinated carpet aggressively under the back wheels. “Asami, hit the gas, NOW!” she requested.

The wheels spun again, and with one last hefty pull from Naga, caught on the sharp ice, propelling the old truck forward. Asami quickly regained control, Naga running alongside. She pulled over like an ace, and Korra and Naga climbed aboard.

“Phew,” Korra grinned with triumphant relief as she sank into the passenger seat. 

“Um, Korra, we have a problem,” hesitated Asami.

“Yeah, the blizzard’s pretty bad. Just drive really slowly. We’re not too far from home, we should have enough gas to get there by nightfall, just be careful…”

“No, I mean, yeah the gas tank is pretty low, but… we have a flat tire.”

“Wha—” Korra stared blankly at her girlfriend. 

“It’s ok, I know how to change a tire!” Asami flipped her hair, and got out of the truck. 

Korra joined her outside. She heard the Republic City girl mumble to herself: “What the actual fuck? I can feel the exact position and size of my own lungs in my body, because they freeze over completely each time I breathe? What frozen ring of hell is this?”

“We’ll get home soon, don’t worry…” encouraged Korra, trying to keep faith in her own words. 

Asami went around the truck and Korra opened the door at the back for her. While Naga nuzzled into Asami’s hair, making her giggle, Korra opened the spare tire compartment, and cursed. “Blizzards! DAD! Can you for ONCE… Ug.” She slammed her palms in the empty compartment. And also kicked the absent tire, for good measure. 

Asami seemed to find the situation hilarious. Naga tried to calm her own human down by placing her nuzzle on Korra’s shoulder and whining. Korra took a deep breath. Then another. It didn’t help. 

“Urh, Asami! We can’t be stuck here in the middle of freezing nowhere. I have to get you home. I HAVE TO.” Deep breath. “In your condition, I—”

“Korra, we talked about this…” her wife’s tone was soft, but Korra knew she was treading on very thin ice. 

“Asami, I’m sorry, but—”

“If you say ‘in your condition’ again I will need you to open the glove compartment in the front and pass me the shock glove, please, so I can slap you with it.”

Korra laughed, if a little nervously.

“Seriously, Korra,” she went on, “pregnancy isn’t a ‘condition’. I’m not weak! I’m carrying a child! It’s the most natural thing!” 

“Yeah, I know,” Korra made her stop with a stolen kiss. Asami reciprocated, slow and long. It quelled Korra’s racing heart considerably. 

“I can handle myself,” declared Asami, breaking into a warm smile. 

Korra nodded.

“Now look at me,” said the engineer, ever practical. “Where are we?”

“In the middle of the South Pole’s endless spruce forest.”

“Be precise.”

“We’re like 30-40 minutes from home in clear weather… but… right now we’re in a blizzard, on a super isolated road where three cars pass in a whole week, if we’re lucky?” The question mark was thrown in at the end because Korra felt that wasn’t what Asami wanted to hear.

“All right,” she replied nonetheless, remaining pragmatic, “so waiting for help is not a good option. We don’t even have enough gas to idle for three hours in this temperature. Okay. So, what do we have?” 

“Uh… Naga? But Asami, in your cond— Uhhh, I mean, really Asami, it’s NOT a good idea to ride out in this weather! And the sun’s going down, and—”

“I agree,” Asami nodded. Phew! I’m not getting slapped with a shock glove! How is she so freezing calm? “I know our girl would take us home in a storm if we asked, yes she would, cuz she’s a good girl, yes,” Asami had developed the most adorable dog mom voice, over time. “But risking it is probably not our best option.”

“You have an idea?”

“Not yet. But thinking out loud with you usually helps… what else do we have?” 

Korra melted a little, knowing she’d just received what constitutes a high compliment, coming from a Sato. “I help you think?” she grinned.

“Focus!”

“Well, we have dad’s covered pickup, a few old blankets, some rope… I don’t know… but I mean, without gas we’ll freeze to death if we stay stuck here overnight, Asami, I��”

Asami shushed her softly, with another peck on the lips. “Korra, we have something else. I want you to say it.”

“Fish?”

Asami burst in laughter. “Yes, we have some little fish. And?”

Korra blinked. “Uh, problems?”

Asami laughed some more. “We also have The Avatar…”

Korra smiled. “I’m not half as useful as a radio transmitter would be right now.”

“Could you firebend a flare in the sky? Get someone’s attention in a nearby village?”

“Asami, this is the South Pole: it really is just woods all the way to Harbor City. I’d only scare away that snow leopard caribou, wherever he is, that big white bastard … ug.” Korra passed a hand in her hair. It was getting too long. Maybe she should let it grow and wear her wolf tail again, as a Water Tribe Avatar, maybe she ought to… 

The wind howled and rattled the flimsy whale skin cover on the back of the truck. As it had a habit of doing in the South Pole, darkness fell as quickly as a diving seabird. Korra bent a small flame in her palm. Asami’s tall but thin form naturally cuddled into Naga, her body seeking heat on it’s own. 

The baby bump wasn't even visible yet. They’d meant to announce it to her parents at dinner tonight. Although Senna’s reaction to the surprise visit from her daughter had indicated she suspected something. The ice fishing trip in the afternoon had been nice: a self-indulgent break from the World and its endless string of duties. More of which were to come… 

Korra’s affection for Senna was different now. What are moms, even? Heroes? Divine beings? Regular girls just… filled with love and… doing what they can? 

“Fuck the Avatar!” exclaimed Korra, startling Asami.

“Okay…” Asami grinned. “Like… now?”

Korra felt herself blush. “Shut up! I meant… ug! Asami! I meant that’s not our biggest asset right now! You know what else we have?”

Asami simply raised an eyebrow, the teasing smile never leaving her face.

“Two Southerners! Born and raised in this shit climate!” Korra declared, proudly hitting her chest with a fist, then rubbing Naga’s face. “And a brilliant engineer! I think the three of us can survive a night in the woods.”

“A night… in the woods? In the middle of winter? HERE? Korra, your mom will worry herself sick!” Korra smiled at what genuinely seemed to be Asami’s main concern in this situation. 

“Yeah, you know mom well enough! But the storm will pass and we’ll get back to her tomorrow morning. Better than freezing to death… right?”

Asami pulled a hairband from her coat pocket and put her hair up in a high ponytail: thus entering problem solving mode. She glanced around at the contents of the truck. “Well, we do have all that fish you caught. I sure hope it’s as good as you say because I’m starving!” 

A slanted grin appeared on Korra’s face. “Let’s go!” she said, grabbing a travel pack and stuffing the few dirty blankets that lined the bottom of the truck for Naga to lay on. Somehow, the moment she’d given up on even trying to get the girls home, all of Korra’s anxiety had vanished, making space for the here and now. Here. In a storm. On a wild camping trip. With her clever wife and her ever faithful Polar Bear dog. 

Tonraq was also with them, in spirit: he might not be a man to drive around with fancy radio transmitters, or a spare tire (he had probably meant to replace that thing for weeks or months now, ever pulled away from simple maintenance tasks by community matters he cared about… Korra understood… and even caught herself acting like her dad sometimes… which felt a bit disturbing, and wram); but the man did stash two pairs of snowshoes in his truck. In case.

Korra gave Senna’s snowshoes to Asami and took the pair that obviously belonged to her dad, which was way too big for her. She’d have to walk like an otter-penguin, but that was still better than sinking waist deep in snow to their doom. Once she’d properly fastened the cooler and backpack to Naga, all three girls jumped off the truck. 

Darkness covered the Pole. Korra had to bend a flame in an exposed palm, frozen red, so that they could see anything. The wind was cruel, slithering into any slit in their coats, freezing their necks. The ice pellets it carried pinched the skin. Securing the snowshoes to their boots meant taking off their gloves for a few seconds, the cold sinking its fangs into their hands. Korra wrapped an extra blanket around Asami like a cape, bundling her up, fastening the extra layer with rope. Asami let her.

Naga, excited for the adventure with her human family, got across the ditch first. She waded through snow up to her flanks, sometimes deeper, the blizzard prickling her sensitive nose, making her sneeze. The two women left the truck abandoned on the curbside and followed. The ice and wind kept extinguishing Korra’s fire. Again and again she bent it back to life, again and again the flame went out. The blizzard fought their every move, pushing them forcefully back towards the road. Thankfully, they only had the ditch to cross to make it to cover. 

Not even twenty steps into the forest, the world went still. It was as if the blizzard raging right behind them had only been a vague dream. 

Korra’s fire reflected in Asami’s eyes, which filled with child-like wonder. “It’s all so quiet in here,” she whispered, reverently, as if not to disturb the old trees, swaying at the tops, creaking in the violent wind, high, high above, “we’re only ten meters away from the open road. It’s like we stepped into a different world!” 

Korra smiled. “Stay close,” she recommended. “This is wild Polar territory. Humans and animals are guests here. This place belongs to the trees.”

They snowshoed a few clumsy paces in silence, treading on the respectable amount of fresh powder that did get to the ground even through the intricate net of spruce tree branches above. After ten minutes, they came upon a tiny clearing: probably a group of fallen trees sleeping under the blanket of snow there, maybe eaten away last summer by bark-eating insects. The space was just wide enough to make an ice shelter for five or six people (or two humans and one polar bear dog). 

Korra extinguished her flame and shifted her stance to waterbending. Absolute darkness caressed the space. The treetops kept creaking in the wind, shyly, like a group of introverts afraid to disturb anyone. There was no difference between having their eyes open or closed. She heard Asami shift beside her.

 “Korra, wait,” she said, “I can help!”

“I’ll bend a shelter, it takes a bit of work to do it properly and it’s all dark now, so just hold—” Korra stopped herself in surprise. Asami had just lit… an oil lamp? Which… she had made with a rag, a small glass jar, and… motor oil? When had she… 

“I thought this would come in handy, to free up both your hands,” she explained, lighting four more. “I made them while you were loading our supplies on Naga.” She tied the jars to ropes, threw the other end with a stone over high branches, and lifted them all up around the clearing. It looked… magical. 

Naga ran around in circles, looking up at the artificial lamps, casting five long, deep blue shadows on the snow in the clearing. Asami gave Korra a satisfied smile. “They should last us two hours at least.”

“Wow,” muttered Korra, distracted from her own mission. She stared, mouth open, at Asami for a good ten seconds (to Asami’s visible delight) before shaking herself back to her own task.

The ice shelter took some skill and precision to build. Korra had learned from her mother, who had learned from her own. It was Asami’s turn to stare at her wife, mesmerised by the ancestral movements. Trying to memorize the steps. To be able to show, perhaps, her own child one day… 

“Come inside,” Korra invited, when she was done. For better protection from the bite of the cold, the entrance was made low: a short tunnel that had to be crawled through. Naga was trapped inside already. The Polar Bear dog knew the drill. Tomorrow morning she’d break free, destroying the shelter in the process.

Korra laid out what blankets they had on the compacted snow. Asami sat cross legged and leaned her back on Naga. “Okay, Korra, I’m impressed. I didn’t expect the interior of a shelter made of ice to be this… comfortable!” 

“I’ll make a fire,” promised Korra, smiling tenderly. “You two must be hungry! Just give me a minute, I’ll gather firewood.” She went back out. The engineer’s lanterns were still glowing softly, making her task a lot easier since she had both hands free. She found a fallen aspen, chopped it up with an ice saw, gathered a few dried up fir branches to start the fire up, and bent her haul back to camp on an ice sled.

Fir and aspen, even a bit wet, were easy woods to burn: in no time, Korra had a fire dancing joyfully beneath the chimney in the center of their tiny ice castle. 

Both Naga and Asami started drooling when the smell of grilled tomcod filled the intimate space. Korra wrapped each small fish in a sheet of dried seaweed from Tonraq’s stash. As far as she could remember, Tonraq had kept these traditional Water Tribe snacks in his glove box. Her mom usually seasoned fish with sea salt and snow lime-berries, but… the salty snacks would have to do.

“This one’s your catch, you should have it,” Korra handed her starving wife a tiny fish. 

Asami, usually hesitant with unfamiliar food, gobbled it up almost as fast as Naga ate her own share of Korra’s catch. “Korra, this is so good!” she said in tears, reaching for more.

“Holy Raava, Asami, is my cooking causing these two shiny wet streaks on your cheeks?” she teased. 

Asami looked at her, only half smiling. She ate three more fish, then looked at her again, her bottom lip trembling. To Korra’s dismay, she broke down in a torrent of sobs. 

“Korra! What am I going to do?” Sob. “You have all these skills your mom taught you, you can catch fish and make little ice houses and cook and I… I can’t… I don’t…” Big sob. “How am I supposed to be a good mom when I don’t even remember my own!” Hitch. “I don’t know what her voice sounded like anymore, and I… I… I’m not…” She fell apart into a puddle on the smelly blanket full of Naga’s hair.

Korra lifted her wife’s shoulders, delicately. She leaned her back against Naga and straddled her. More sobs, and sniffles came out. Korra searched for her eyes. “Hey! Hey… who made those amazing lanterns out of, like, almost nothing?”

“That’s nothing.” Asami avoided her eyes.

“Okay, then what genius thought a carpet of really sharp ice spikes was a good way to get everyone out of trouble?”

“You did what?” giggled Asami, through rolling tears. Korra had learned that laughing and crying weren't mutually exclusive with Asami, especially in her cond— especially, uh, now.

“Asami, we’re going to be moms. And yeah, it’ll be weird, and fun, and hard, and extra tiring, and full of little joys… it’s… it’s like the weather! You can’t predict the weather. But you get through it, right? And the sun always comes back. Asami, look at me,” she begged. Asami swiped her messy face on Korra’s coat before looking up. “Imagine there’s a storm coming,” Korra smiled, rubbing Asami’s tummy. “A terrible, adorable little storm. And we don’t exactly know how to handle it. Now think! What do we have?”

Asami stared into Korra’s eyes for a long moment. She got lost there sometimes. Then she replied: “Each other?”

Korra burst out laughing. “I was gonna say The Avatar and flex my arm muscle at you to cheer you up, but once again, your answer is like, eight hundred times cleverer than mine!”

Asami laughed again. “Eight hundred times?”

“Raava help me, if our kid is as clever as you are, I am so fucked.” 

“That you are,” smiled Asami, brushing her lips.

They kissed. It tasted fish, tears, salted seaweed, and love.

Naga curled up around them. All three girls spent the night huddled in each other’s warmth.

⚙⚙⚙

Asami brutally woke up to an avalanche of snow covering her entirely. She broke free in a start, frantically digging herself out to the sound of Korra’s… tinkling laughter.

“Sorry love, Naga really needed to pee,” Korra explained. The ice shelter had crumbled to a sorry ruin around her, and Naga was indeed bounding like a happy girl in the forest. Under a blue sky and bright sunlight. 

Asami stood up, shook the snow off her hair, and fastened her coat: she had learned by now not to trust these deceitful sunny days of the Polar Winter: they tended to be the coldest. Her breath produced visible white puffs in the air. She navigated the ruins of their camp, ‘freshened up’ however she could in the woods, and joined Korra around a small fire she had going.

“Breakfast is also fish,” she said with the cutest apologetic face. 

“I love you,” replied Asami.

The morning sun had brought a surprising volume of lively sounds to the forest. Sparrows were chatting curiously about the human visitors. The fire was crackling joyfully. Large bundles of snow fell here and there from the coniferous trees, all bent and heavy with the weight of fresh snow. The air carried frozen ice particles that glinted in pastel colors like powdered precious stones fluttering about.

“This is magical,” whispered Asami, looking up at the silent treetops, spellbound.

Korra was the practical one this morning. She had tied two short locks of hair in front with blue strips of fabric, Water Tribe style. Asami smiled to herself. She’s proud to be from here again. I'm glad she is. The South is amazing! 

After breakfast they packed up the blankets and supplies. Korra even recuperated the makeshift lantern-jars, cutting the ropes holding them up with ice daggers. “These were super useful! Thanks!” she beamed. “Now that the sun’s out, we can ride Naga to the city, we should be there in less than two hours.”

“Korra?” asked Asami.

Korra looked up, ever so open. “Hm?”

“The universe never gives us a break. I have the company to run, and you have… the brazen World to balance. But yesterday night, it’s like the Spirits let us stop for a minute… and… appreciate what we have. Korra… I’m so happy to be here, now, with you.”

Korra simply smiled and enveloped Asami in one of these muscular Southern Water Tribe hugs that never ended and made you feel like you belonged to their ancestral tradition, forever.

A loud crack!In the forest startled them apart. Korra bent a long swirl of melted snow around them, protectively. Naga bounded with joy and barked as happily as when she smelled Korra come back home. 

“Oh thank the Moon you’re safe!” roared a reassuring voice, passing under a fallen tree nearby, coming into view.

“Dad?” asked Korra, her water dropping to the ground. Kya also showed up right behind him.

Asami soon found herself in another Water Tribe hug, this time lumped in with her wife. Tonraq’s hugs were even more powerful and endless than Korra’s. 

“Dad! Don’t crush her!” Korra chided.

“What’s wrong with Korra?” Tonraq addressed the question to Asami, confused, and still hugging.

Kya gave Asami a devious smile. Oh, she talked to Senna. She suspects it. Asami winked at the older woman, and put on her fiercest face to reply to her father in law: “Who said something was wrong with my wife? I want names. Now.”

Tonraq burst into a hearty laughter and released the girls from his bear arms.

“How did you find us here?” asked Korra. 

“You aren’t far from the road,” Kya chuckled. “Plus, if you wanted a little privacy, maybe you shouldn’t have tied Future Industries business cards to branches every few meters. Tied with electrical wire, too!” She flipped one of said cards between her slender fingers, “Asami Sato, C.E.O. It’s a bit of a giveaway,” she winked. 

Korra gave her a look, her mouth open. 

“What?” Asami defended herself, palms up. “It’s all I had in my coat pockets!”

Tonraq beamed with pride at his daughter in law.

“Okay, not only did you have the sense to leave a trail, while starving, in the dark, in a freezing blizzard, but… you have electrical wire in your pocket? I mean when is that ever going to come in handy? Oh look, Korra, we’re saved, I have… Ha ha ha! ” Korra burst out in hilarity, for no valid reason (when is wire not useful?), but she crumbled into a pile of laughter on the snow, the stress from having been in survival mode all along suddenly released into the air.

“Kya,” Asami took over the role of practicality, “I assume you drove Tonraq here? You wouldn’t happen to carry a spare tire in your car, would you?”

“Who doesn’t?” scolded Kya, fists on her hips, staring at Tonraq. He blushed, adorably. 

“Let’s get that flat tire replaced,” declared the engineer, already moving ahead. Naga opened the way, beating the trail and pushing aside the frozen bushes for her. 

Asami’s family followed, ready to go home.

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I wrote this while staring at an actual blizzard outside, curled up in the bay window of a coffee shop in Montréal. If you enjoyed, please leave kudos and maybe even a comment (gasp!) on Ao3, to warm me up a little ♡

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Alone together: A Bucky/gender-neural reader fanfic.

Fandom: Marvel

Genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

Content warning: Nightmares, insomnia, I have no idea what I’m doing

Summary: You can’t sleep. Your housemate is having nightmares. You decide to take a walk through the streets in the moonlight.

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“Hey Bucky. Bucky! Wake up!”

He sat up gasping, the nightmare shattering around him, looking in utter confusion at the handle of the broom you’d used to prod him awake. He was sweaty, hair sticking out at random, dog tags swaying as he breathed heavily.

You moved closer. “You ok?”

Tiny nod. His skin shone in the faint light from the hall. He ran his hand over his face and looked up at you, trainers and backpack on. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going for a walk.”

He glanced at the clock. “Y/n, it’s 3am.”

“Yeah, so? It looks pretty outside. Im getting cabin fever, I haven’t slept in a week…” you looked down at his body, still radiating tension from its taut muscles. “Why don’t you come with me, walk it off?”

He didn’t answer immediately, but then pushed the sheets aside and stood up.

You stepped out of the building into the cool night air. The moon was full and bright, and lit up the streets in luminous, eerie detail. You walked silently together through the dark city streets, your footsteps synchronised, small steady sounds in the vast empty night.

You entered the park and trudged up the hill to the viewpoint. The city was laid out before you, grids of lit-up squares. How ironic to have insomnia in the city that never slept, you thought emptily.

You sat down together on a wooden bench. You unzipped your backpack and bucky’s eyes widened as you pulled out a thermos and two enamel cups. “Tea?”

“Wow, you got a foil blanket and a camp stove in there too?” he laughed, accepting a cup. He pulled a hip flask from his pocket and looked at you questioningly. You nodded, smiling, and he added a splash to your cup, then his.

You sat together quietly, looking over the lights of the city, breathing in the spring air, the faint scent of blossoms, drinking hot sweet tea with whisky. It felt good to be here with him, the whisky warming your insides, his silent presence reassuring you. Right now, at least, you didn’t feel alone.

You wanted to articulate this somehow but worried you might say something you’d regret, so instead got up on already whisky-wobbly legs and moved to lean on the railing, mesmerised by the twinkling of the distant windows. You heard him walk up next to you.

“Thanks, this was a good call,” he said.

“Thanks for coming with me, I feel much better,” you said, looking up into his face and smiling. the moonlight caught his cheekbones, his gentle eyes, and that beautiful mouth curved in a small soft smile.

You looked back at the vista and swallowed.

“Looking pretty relaxed there. You’re not about to fall asleep, are you?”

“Hmm, I wonder…”

He laughed and put his arm around your shoulder, causing a wave of anxiety to wash over you even as you were comforted by the sensation. “I’ll hold on just in case.”

“Haha. Best to be safe,” was all you could manage, as you cautiously laid your cheek on his shoulder.

You stayed like that for a while, sinking into the warmth of his body, the support of his arm. You could smell the whisky on his breath, a faint hint of fragrance. Overstimulated, you closed your eyes, feeling conversely on high alert and as if you may indeed fall asleep where your stood.

He called your name softly and you murmured in return, realising that there had been a subtle shift in energy even as you felt his right hand touch your face, cup your jaw. He moved his thumb gently across your cheek as your eyelids fluttered open. You moved your head very slowly and carefully so as not to displace the hand, so that you could look into his eyes, softness replaced with intense seriousness.

You slowly raised your hand to his face, fingertips tracing his cheekbone, moving by instinct, adrenaline flooding your body even as a strange peace descended, feeling drawn down an inevitable path, even as you lifted your face to meet his and finally felt his lips press into yours.

[sweetsbfreex]

a styles snow day

Summary: In Boston, with your family. You and H have a snow day with your daughter. After a hectic morning that is

Warnings: none!

Pairing: Dad, Husband!Harry x reader

The shuffling of soft feet against the sheets had shaken you awake, causing you to open your eyes. You ignore it, but before sleep could take you away again. A sharp strike, from a very soft foot, landed between your shoulders

You open your eyes wide, emitting a raspy whine into the morning air. Reaching your hand back to stop the tiny foot from landing another strike. In result you hear cute giggles causing you to turn, her foot still in your clutch, to see your eighteen month old.

You closed eyes for a second, letting out a low sigh before you scooped her up. Both of you laying on your sides, facing each other, one of her legs laid against your hip. 

You reached your hand out to fix the catastrophe that was her hair. 

“Not nice Ava...Why is it always me hm...Why don’t you ever wake dad like this?” you ask. 

She stared at you, smiling. Only elevator music playing in her morning mind right now. Her small body encased with one of Harry’s very old shirts at her knees. One that his mother had saved for when he had his first child.

“Go wake up dad” you whispered in her ear, your hand cupping the back of her tiny ear.

She looked up at you, her face now amused at your special request. Without any questions, she shuffled her bum to her dad. Who was on his side, his back away from the two of you. Draping her upper body over his torso, her teeny legs pointed out to stabilize herself. Taking an arn that wasn't holding herself up. She reached her chubby fingers to her father’s eye, pulling his eye lid up. 

Giggling to herself when Harry’s eye began to move around, then upward at her face which was upside down to him. Then she laughed a bit more when both his eyes startled open in shock.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

Harry groaned, a light pout on his face before he pulled Ava’s finger from his eye. “Hi baby” he smiled, pulling his girl over so she became cocooned in his arms against his chest.

“Mum set you up to this right?” he asked, turning his head around to see a “sleeping” y/n. 

“For someone who’s supposed to love me...you are such a menace”. He told his other girl. Watching as she laughed, blowing the cover she thought she had. “Caught ya’” he mumbled, turning back to his baby’s giggles. 

You got up, reaching your body over your end of the bed to place a kiss on his shoulder. Making your way over to the three window walls beside your bed. When you rolled up the first blind. A small comical gasp got your attention, looking behind you to see her shocked gaze on the snow.

“Snow!” She gleamed, removing herself from Harry and sprinting to the window. Her nose and palms all up in the glass. Watching the thick layer of snow that buried your spacious backyard. 

All three of you had landed in your home in Boston, coming back from visiting your parents, late last night. And with the moving around she had to do a long with the flight. she didn’t get a chance to see the snowfall in the middle of the night. 

“I know” you told her, matching her energy. “You wanna play in it later?” You asked, bringing your hand down to pull her away from the glass.

She jumped up and down nodding her head in reply. 

“Let’s eat first then we can later”

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Now you were all in the kitchen/dining (since they shared the same space). After Harry took out Milo, the family’s Australian shepherd, from his cage to the front yard. Now he was chasing? Or Ava was chasing him?. The loud dog pants, the sound of feet/paws against the wood, Ava’s giggles, the music Harry decided to play, and your whines, were all mixed.  Because Harry would. not. Let you go.  

“Do you want to starve? I need to make breakfast” you lean your head back on his shoulder. Being currently enveloped by both his arms, closing you between his chest and the counter. 

“You’re popping a couple of eggos in the toaster, chill out” he snickered.

You smiled at his teasing, kissing his cheek before turning your way back to the eggs you were mixing first. He stayed behind you placing kiss after kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, then to the cut of your jaw. 

You giggled, reeling him in a bit as you brandished your butt against him. Eyes averting to Harry's fingers which were clenching the counter a bit.

And ever so quickly you tilted your head, so your mouth was to his ear whispering...

“Go fill Milo’s bowl” you tell him, turning your head to kiss one of his shoulders. Before they deflated and Harry sported a dejected look on his face. 

“I’ll remember this the next time the roles reverse hm?” he tells you, pinching your butt and then strolling away to the pantry. 

And it was peaceful for a little until frill cries interrupted it; and Harry’s voice cooing Ava was what you heard. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, leaving the eggs and turning off the warming pan. 

“Sad because Milo’s not playing anymore” he chuckles, rubbing his hand.

“You ready for your pancakes?” You ask her. 

At that the instant crocodile tears ended, as expected, while she nodded her head yes. You and Harry shared a laugh before he brought to the table, sitting in her booster seat. While you popped some eggos in the toaster. 

“Har! Are you eating pancakes too?” You yell out to him. 

“No thank you, ‘m gonna eat the eggs” he replied to you, leaving Ava with her coloring sheet.  

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You were all roughly done. Milo finished his breakfast a while ago, now he laid next to Ava’s chair looking with hope at everyone eating.

And when her parents were no longer paying attention to her, instead to each other. Ava used her nimble fingers to break a piece of her bacon. Bringing it to her mouth before “accidentally” dropping it on the floor. Smiling down at her best friend who ate it with pleasure. 

‘Poor mimi’ she thought

Taking a bit of her pancakes between her fingers, she tried it one more time. Instead a different method; as she hid the piece of her syrup-less pancake in her closed fist. Yawning slyly, bringing her arms above her hands after she looked down at the puppy eyes Milo gave her. And bringing them to lay against her side; dropping the pancake onto the mixed fur beneath her.

“Ey!” Harry voiced, catching her in the act. 

You turned around confused, watching as she jumped in her seat, looking up at her father in a stunned manner. 

“What were you doing Ava?” You asked. 

She looked at both her parents, pushing her bottom lip out. 

“Milo is hungry!” She defended 

“Are we supposed to be feeding Milo anything that isn’t dog food?” He tests her. 

“No” she murmurs. Eyebrows wrinkled together and lips pouted causing her cheeks to fill out more than usual. Her small face was in perfect view to get a glance of her expression. Then in a haste she tucked her chin into her body, so all you both saw was the top of her bed head.  

The couple wasn’t against giving Milo “human food”, he’d get some from time to time, not too much. But with a child it was a bit different. Ava didn’t know what a dog could and couldn’t eat, so the two of them had to be stricter when it came to her giving Milo food. They’d also been training Milo to not accept food Ava get him, but the two of them were like peas in a pod. 

You and Harry looked at each other. You raised your eyebrows to him, wondering how the pair of you should go about this. He shrugs backs at you, a smile etched on his face as he eyes his child again. 

She sat still in her chair, keeping the heartbroken visage on her face. Ava decided to add a dash of spice into her act by crossing her arms over her chest . Without context you would think you told her she would never be able to watch Disney movies ever again! 

You decided to take the reigns.

“Babe do you want Milo to have to go to the doctor?” You asked her. 

“No.” She responded short.

“Talk appropriately, Ava” Harry told her. 

“No, mommy” she repeated herself, looking up this time, her arms uncrossed and instead sat in her lap. 

“If you keep giving her human food he’ll get sick, then he’ll have to go to the doctor...then you could be arrested” you pout at her pinching her cheeks.

“Y/N!” Harry hissed, his foot breezing past your shin.

“What? It worked on me”

“Okay Okay, you won’t go to jail, mommy’s fibbing. I’m

Sorry”

“You’re fibbing?” She murmurs, using her palm to clear her bangs from her forehead. Looking at Harry for confirmation as you both nod.

“But you can’t feed Milo human food, it’s not good for him” you remind her. 

“Okay. I won’t feed Milo anymore. Promise!” she answers in a hushed tone, reaching her hands up so you could pull her into your lap.

You did so kissing the top of her head

“Mumma?” Tilting her head back. 

“Yea?”

“You eat the pancakes, I don’t want them,” she remarked, tossing her head side-to-side and patting her plump stomach. Sticking her tongue out in an icky manner, meaning she was full. 

You and Harry shared a quick laugh at her chaotic antics.

“Ready to go out and play?” Which resulted in a large hoot led by Harry.

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Everyone showered by two, the sun brighter than when you woke up, and the snow falling down softer, in a flurry. 

Before you all left the London home, you had ordered the three of you matching garments and gloves for the pictures you knew you and Harry would take.

Currently,  you and Harry were clad in thick turquoise jackets. Only struggling with the task of getting Ava dressed up. 

She was like a wiggling worm, wouldn’t stay still, even when you and Harry offered her some candy. Her infectious belly laughs only grew as she thought this was some kind of funny game. But it wasn't and you made that clear when you told her she wouldn't be playing in the snow until she dressed up. Did she sit down like a good girl. 

“Oh! Look at my baby!” you thrilled, holding her cheeks between your palms. Pulling her in for an eskimo kiss. Those have been her favorite for the longest. Ever since she got herself hooked on Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. “You look so cute, beautiful” you tell her.  

She smiles at the compliments, such a narcissist she was. Always asking you if she looked pretty in this or that at least once a day. Along with checking herself out in the mirror for an extended amount of time. Such a narcissist. Yet, you also loved the way she tilted her chin down, head lolled to the side bashfully. 

Harry, like lightning,  put her beanie over her braided pigtails while you put on her black snow boots. He picked her up once she finished dressing up,setting her on his  blowing a raspberry on her chubby cheeks.

“Aren’t you guys the cutest” you hummed, pulling your phone out to take a picture. You chuckled when you watched the way her giggles disappeared at the sight of your phone. Instead a beaming smile, pressing her cheek to her father’s scruffy one. Snapping a few live photos of the two. 

“I wanna see” her palm out towards you for the phone. 

You shuffled yourself beside her, tilting the phone so they both could see the photos. 

“Look so beautiful. Hm?” Harry marveled, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

She grinned at his acclaim, “Yes” she dragged out the s. Nodding her head in a gentle manner before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You look so good too, H” you tell him. Your hand rubbing the cheek that wasn’t occupied by Ava.

He, without a doubt, did. He decided to stop shaving the last two weeks and gosh did he look good. The turquoise color brought out the green of his eyes. Instead of letting his hair down, he decided he’d clip it back with one of your clips.

He kissed you on the lips then on your cheek in result, Also exchanging a string of compliments your way, by whispering some not safe for kid ears into yours.. Your stomach did a bit of a flip at his husky voice, before you slapped his chest in a truce like manner.

“Milo! Let’s go outside!” Harry shouted out, clutching your hand as he led the three of you downstairs. 

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The four of you were outside in the white blanket. Milo was doing his zoomies, astounded with this new found discovery. Before his non-stop running. The first thing Milo did, when he came in contact with the snow, was freeze (ears up in curiosity), then he stuck his nose into the snow, ate some snow. Now he was running in circles. 

Ava loved this, perched up on Harry’s shoulder as she giggled, her nimble finger following Milo’s body.

You had Harry’s phone pointed at the two of them, videoing the whole family. 

And Harry was feeling gratified. His baby was on his shoulder happy as a lark. His other baby had a radiating smile on her beautiful face while recording these moments. as always. And his pup was having the time of his life

“Baby!” you lose it when Harry also looks away from Milo to face you in no time. “Ava...Can you catch a snowflake like this?”

Harry blows a huff. He hates when you do that (half the time on purpose). Watching you tilt your head back, eyes closed, and your tongue out as you catch snow in your mouth. 

Ava catches on, her eyes go a bit crossed when she tries to see the snow landing on her tongue. 

“Here, baby, hold her for a bit” he tells you, bringing her down into your open arms (so she’s now on your hip). He leans down a bit to gather a bit of snow in his hands to make a snowball. Then once he’s done, he has a mischievous smile when he targets it to your chest. 

It startles you, “Harry!” 

And you halt, again, when the kid on your hip starts to wail. Her head thrown back and her eyes closed, sealed tight.

"Aww. Don't cry baby. Look at what you did Harry" you reprimand him in a jest. His eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting for this to end in her tears. "Daddy's mean right? Watch this" you shush her, watching her until she opens her eyes, only in small hiccups. 

You crouch down carefully pulling some snow into your fist.

“Watch baby, gotta get revenge” you tell her smiling. Raising yourself up to then fling the snow into Harry’s chest. Ever the dramatic man. He clutched his heart over his jacket before falling back into the sea of snow groaning out. Opening one eye, when he hears the laugh of his precious girl. 

“Here” you tell Ava, giving her own ball of snow. She eyes it for a little before she tries to shove the snow into her mouth like crazy. Very likely you shouldn’t have shown her how to catch the snowflakes beforehand. You roll your eyes at Harry when you hear his chuckles at the exchange. 

When you tell her no and to throw it you watch her laugh as she flings it on top of her father. Who then groans again and lays with his tongue out and body spread out like the chalk outlines. You set her down to the ground and she zips to the “dead” body. She pokes his eye like earlier today because it always works, but when it doesn’t she relents to other forces.  

“Mimi!” she calls the shepheard over, pointing down at Harry. Who is slowly breaking his facade (but she doesn’t notice). Milo bounded forward to his owner with zeal. Sniffing around Harry for a bit before licking his face, inducing Harry to shout. Jump scaring the three of you, especially poor Milo who dashed away and Ava who fell on her butt. 

Ava didn’t appreciate it. Taking snow between her mittens and crushing it into H’s chest causing a laugh out of all you. 

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The sun was about to set and Harry and Ava were rolling up the last ball for the snowman’s head. You were smoothing the parts that were a bit rough. Milo was back in the house. Too tired from all the running he was doing, but you were able to get some family shots with him too. 

“Be careful, babe” Ava tells Harry (unnecessarily loud), when his foot gets caught in an icy patch.

“Thank you babe” he tells her, leaning down to kiss her chin. “Wonder where she gets that from. Hm?” he teases you, winking at you and puckering his lips to blow you a kiss. As you smile shyly looking away from him. 

They were on either side of you.  Ava nestled into your side, her arms around one of yours. All while Harry begins to lift the final snowball onto the other two. 

“There you go baby. Olaf!” he tells her one she’s finished. 

She isn’t excited and looks at the figure confused for a minute. You look up at Harry, eye brows pinched, he looks at you the same way, his hands on his hip when he shrugs at you. 

A little gasp makes you both turn your head to see her eyes light up and finger pointed upward, like in the movies.

“Forget his buttons, eyes, and nose” she tells you, trying to point at where each thing went. 

“You’re so right, smart girl, let me go get them, find some sticks too.”

You shuffle through the backdoor. Gaining ompant when Milo decides to come out of the living room. Rubbing his head on the way there. Going into the fridge you get the shortest carrot in the bag before moving into the fireplace for some coal.

When you walk back out, Ava is sitting on Harry's shoulders again. Her arms wrapped around his forehead with an iron grip. You hand her the carrot.

“Thank you mommy” she cheered, the tip of her cheeks getting firmer with her grin. 

You pinch her cheeks a little bit, in response. Turning around to place the coals in a shape of a smile, using the last five as his buttons and eyes. While doing this you notice the skinny branches as his arms.  

“Okay Miss Styles time for you to do the honor. Go ahead and give him his nose”

Harry squats down until Ava's leveled with the snowman's head. She decides, among herself, to twirl the carrot around so the pointed part of the carrot gets buried in the snow. You truly don't have the heart to correct her when you see how proud of herself she is. 

Once she finishes, Harry picks her up and off his shoulder so she's settled on his hip instead. He jostles her around, shouting an array of  "Yay! Ava!" The three of you clapping your hands together to celebrate. All while Ava revels in the abundance of praise, yet she huddles her into the comforts of her dad's shoulder. 

Her first snow day had gone way better than either of you would have imagined. You personally assumed that she would have hated it. Especially since it was a very cold substance. Or she would have cried the whole time, wanting to go back in instantly.

If anything, it was more perfect than anything. You loved your little family and there was quite possibly nothing that could replace the rush of emotions you felt when you were with them. Making these treasured moments. You think this all while Harry pulls you in for a kiss.

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[eternalsimp]

Cursed Fears (pt 3)

Genre: Hurt/comfort, smut

Word Count: 5117

Warnings: NSFW 18+, aged up Megumi, swearing, use of female pronouns and anatomy, very jealous Megumi, rough sex, praise kink, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, some degradation, spanking if you squint, oral sex (m. receiving), marking. Minors DNI.

Author Note: This is the final (?) part of a JJK mini-series I did but it can be read as a stand-alone. Parts 1 & 2 are up on my blog (IDK how to make links)

You were pulled from sleep with the sound of your phone vibrating on the bedside table next to you. You crack your eyes open to take in your surroundings for a minute and try to ignore the insistent buzzing of your phone. Mid Morning sunlight is streaming through the open window, casting a blanket of warmth in the otherwise cold room. Megumi's divine dog has moved off the bed and is laying under the window where it can’t be disturbed by the light. Megumi has his face buried in your neck, arms still wrapped tightly around your torso, and you can feel his warm breath fan out against your skin.

Your phone starts to ring again and you carefully move to grab it, trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend. You turn it to see Nobara’s name and picture displayed across your screen and debate sending her to voicemail. You decide against it, knowing she would just call you again.

“Hello?” You stifle a yawn and hear Megumi grumble incoherently behind you.

“Y/n! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning! Are you avoiding us?” You pull the phone away from your ear to try and escape her scolding. You turn your attention to the clock on the bedside table showing that it was a little after 10 am.

“I was sleeping, I’m not avoiding you, psycho. And who is us?”

“Oh yeah, Itadori and I are hanging out. We are actually pretty close to where you and Fushiguro live which is why I was calling. Wait, didn’t you have class this morning?”

“I’m kinda playing hooky, Megumi, and I didn’t go to bed until pretty late and I wanted to sleep in.” Out of annoyance, Megumi grabs your phone out of your hand and rolls onto his back before pressing it to his own ear.

“What do you want Kugisaki?” His voice is still heavy with sleep, and you would normally swoon from how deep it was, but you were too distracted by him interrupting your conversation. You roll over to lay your head on his chest and nudge the phone away from his face to click the ‘speaker’ button so you can hear what Nobara is saying.

“... and you’ve been hogging all of my best friends' time lately so what I’m thinking is you and Itadori can hang out so her and I can have a girls day.” You can hear Yuji in the background correcting that you were both of their friends and he wants to hang out too.

“Well seeing as how we are both still in bed, it’s probably gonna be a while,” Megumi says flatly, probably hoping she’ll drop it and be content with just Yuji’s company.

“Ooohh, am I interrupting something fun?” You can hear her words dripping in sarcasm, wanting to fluster you and Megumi. Your boyfriend however decides he has other plans.

He cocks an eyebrow down at you, “yeah actually you are,” and pinches your thigh to elicit a sharp gasp from you. You bolt into a sitting position and feel your face heat up with embarrassment. Nobara is sputtering on the other side of the line and you swat his hand away from you as he sits up too and tries to pull you back against him.

“Megumi Fushiguro! Give me that!” You snatch your phone back and shove him off the bed, his body landing with a hard thud on the floor. “Sorry, he woke up in a bratty mood apparently.”

“Fushiguro? Being playful? I never thought I’d see the day!” Nobara snickered over the phone. You leaned over the side of the bed to see Megumi pouting at you and you stick your tongue out at him childishly.

“It’s a blessing and a curse. Anyways, give me like an hour and we can all meet up for lunch or something.”

“Yay! Let me know when you leave and we can find somewhere to meet in the middle!”

You hang up the phone and Megumi lunges off the floor and tackles you onto the bed. He rolls the two of you so he is laying on top of you and you are effectively pinned under his body weight. He lays his head on your chest and wraps his arms around your waist as you struggle to push him off of you. “I just wanna spend like ten more minutes in bed with my beautiful girlfriend.” He turns his face up to give you a pleading look and you sigh in defeat.

He grins triumphantly and rests his head back on your chest. You run your fingers through his dark hair to smooth it out as much as you can where it had been ruffled from sleep. After you feel satisfied with the strands you can reach you start tracing over the contours of his face, appreciating how angelic the light from the window makes him look.

Feeling your movements still, he cracks an eye open to see you staring at him. He narrows his eyes accusingly at you, “why are you staring? Weirdo.”

“Cause you’re pretty,” you hum contently and kiss his forehead. He buries his face into your shoulder and groans.

“You make me sound like such a girl.”

“Boys can be pretty,” you pull his face between your hands and kiss his face. “You’ve got pretty eyes, and pretty lashes, and a pretty mouth, even if there's a lot of sass coming out of it.” He rolls his eyes, moves to lay higher up on your body, and stuffs his face into the pillow next to your head. You laugh at the way the tips of his ears turn pink with embarrassment and decide to let up on your teasing.

After a lot of pouting and complaining from your boyfriend, you finally pull him out of bed and convince him to get dressed to go to lunch. You tuck a loose burgundy sweater into a pair of black high-waisted leggings, smirking at the way you catch Megumi staring at how the pants hug your curves. He layers a dark blue windbreaker over a grey hoodie and a pair of jeans. Both of you opted for sneakers since you figured you’d probably be walking around a lot.

He pulls you into a hug and makes his last attempt at talking you into staying home and watching a movie instead. You notice he gags slightly at the smell of your perfume before quickly trying to cover it with a cough. You make a mental note to buy a new one while out with Nobara before denying his request to ditch your friends. He rolls his eyes, gives you a firm peck on the lips, and leads you out the door of your home.

The ramen house Nobara and Yuji decided they wanted to try is in a large shopping district walking distance from your apartment, so you and Megumi decided to enjoy the nice weather after the storm. You barely register the sound of Yuji's voice before you are being spun around by your overexcited friend. “Be careful before you break her!” You can't help but laugh at how Nobara scolds him before he plants you firmly back on the ground but still holds you in a bruising hug.

“Yuji, I just talked to you last night!”

“Okay, but I still haven’t seen you in what feels like forever cause you’re always at school.” Yuji pushes his lip out in a pout before finally releasing you so you can hug Nobara too.

“Well, I’m sorry I have to go to stupid, normal person university cause I’m not cool enough to be a cursed energy user.” You reach out and pinch Yuji's arm causing him to flinch back away from you and pout harder.

“Trust me, I’d kill to be at a normal school.” Nobara pipes in and lightly pushes your arm jokingly. You laugh her off and turn to notice Megumi is tense and lost in thought. You tug at his sleeve to regain his attention and motion to continue your walk. He laces your fingers together and pulls you closer to him.

On your way to the ramen house, you and Nobara stop in a few shops to look around and you pick up a few things here and there. The boys mostly stayed outside in the sun and talked amongst themselves. After ducking inside one of the stores you quietly warn Nobara not to tease the boys too much today. “Nightmares again?”

“Yeah, it’s the first one in a few months but it was a bad one, just keep that between us though.”

“Of course, it’s good that he’s getting better.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to help as much as I can, but I don’t know if it's actually effective. I know they’ll never fully go away but it just hurts to see him in pain like that, you know?” Nobara nods and links your arms together as you move through the little shop.

“It’ll keep getting better, don’t let the bad nights get you down.” You smile at your friend before paying for your items and heading back outside.

When you and Nobara rejoin the boys outside, you find them complaining about being hungry and decide to actually go get your lunch. You’re all seated at a booth, you and Nobara are sitting next to each other and since Yuji insisted that he wanted to sit next to the window, he is across from you, leaving Megumi to sit across from Nobara. You smile at him apologetically but he shrugs it off and texts you from under the table to say that it doesn’t bother him.

It felt good to laugh and catch up with your friends until an old classmate of theirs showed up halfway through your meal. Megumi's eyes widen at the figure that slides into the booth next to Nobara. “Zenin? What are you doing here?” You eye her suspiciously but say nothing and continue eating your food.

“I told you, call me Mai. You make me sound the same as Maki,” she pouted at your boyfriend. You roll your eyes and Nobara huffs next to you. Mai turns to glare and notices Yuji trying to engage you in a conversation again. “Well, this is cute. Did the half-cursed monster and the normie finally get together?” You whip your head to her to ask what she's talking about, but she's speaking again before you can open your mouth.

“I mean it would make sense, you did like her first. Why did you never say anything?”

The table goes deadly quiet. Megumi is staring at Mai in horror, Yuji is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Mai smirks at the tension she created and you can’t help but look back and forth between the two boys.

“Did you feel bad and let poor little Fushiguro have her?” She shifts her attention back to the man in front of her and continues. “Must be scary knowing he could probably take her back with a snap of his fingers, not that she’d last very long. I’d give it a week until Sukuna kills her.” Megumi lowers his eyes to the table but stays silent.

“Food for thought kids, I gotta go.” She winks at you and Nobara before making her exit. You try to reach for Megumi's hand across the table but he pulls away from you quickly.

“Megumi, she’s wrong,” you tell him gently.

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” He’s shaking his head and trying to brush you off. “I’m okay, it’s nothing.”

The air around the table is awkward for the rest of lunch, but you try to continue your small talk. Things take a turn for the worse when the waitress brings two separate checks. One for Nobara and Megumi, one for you and Yuji. Nobara flags her down to tell her that a mistake has been made with the check and can you split it differently. She apologizes and says she mistook your group for two couples. You all pay for your food, Megumi quickly snatching your individual check and paying for your lunch, before you start sliding out of the table.

When you get to the edge of the booth, Megumi is yanking you to your feet by your elbow. “I don’t feel good, I wanna go home.” He says shortly before turning to walk out of the restaurant. Yuji is avoiding eye contact and hanging his head in either shame or embarrassment. You can’t quite tell. You mumble a quick apology to Yuji and Nobara before following your boyfriend outside. He grabs your wrist tightly to lead you back to your apartment.

You’d seen him get mildly jealous, but never quite this bad. The walk was fast-paced, you were having a hard time keeping up with his tall frame. You were certain that the grip he had on your wrist was going to leave bruises. You tried to catch his attention a few times and pull your hand out of his. “‘Gumi please, you're hurting me.”

That sentence finally catches his attention, but only a little. He lets go of your arm and mutters a quiet “sorry” before shoving his hands into his pockets. The rest of your walk is doused in an uncomfortable silence before you finally get back to your apartment. Megumi pulls the keys to your front door out of his pocket before stepping aside to let you in first, you can almost feel his anger rolling off of him in waves. You slip off your shoes and place your purse and shopping bag on a countertop before you are roughly grabbed and pinned against the door.

Megumi squeezes your jaw firmly, his mouth crashing against yours brutally. You tug at his wrist with one hand, he loosens his grip, but never removes his hand from your face. His other hand is fixed on your waist as he continues using his body weight to keep you pressed against the door. Your brain feels fuzzy from his sudden attack and you struggle to get your head to catch up with your body. Out of pure instinct you tilt your face up towards his to deepen the kiss and just as you think you’ve gained some ground he’s pulling away.

A weak sound of protest comes from your throat and you open your eyes to see his own morphed into a dark midnight blue. You feel him tighten his grip on your face as he leans in just enough that you can feel his breath on your lips. Your focus is pulled away by his other hand slowly snaking its way from your waist into the waistband of your leggings. You feel your breath catch at the feeling of his fingertips making their way further down to your core. You hear him chuckle darkly.

“Look at you, I hadn’t even touched you and you’re already soaking. Could Yuji make you this wet from just kissing you?” You could barely hold yourself up, let alone form a word, all you could do was shake your head. Normally he would find that endearing, but he obviously wasn’t in the mood for silence tonight. He nipped your bottom lip almost painfully. “I need words pretty girl.”

“No, just you.” You were tugging at the front of his shirt, desperately trying to ground yourself.

He smirks dangerously and bit down on your bottom lip again, earning a sharp gasp from you. “I didn’t think so.”

You try to close the gap between your lips but he pulls back and shoves your face to the side so he has access to your throat. He latches on to the weak spot behind your ear and sucks like his life depends on it. He proceeds to cover your neck with dark bruising marks before pushing your sweater down your shoulder so he can continue to mark his territory.

“‘Gumi,” you try to reach him but he’s in his own headspace. You barely have time to brace yourself as he suddenly breaks himself away from you body and yanks you up over his shoulder. You land roughly, clinging to the back of his shirt to keep from falling, and it feels like the air has been knocked from your lungs.

He doesn't give you time to catch your breath before he’s striding into your bedroom and throwing you down onto the bed. Your body bounces at the impact and he’s climbing over you before your body can settle. He grabs your hands and pins them above your head and stares you straight in the eyes.

All that can be heard in the apartment was the whipping wind outside the window and the deep breaths emitting from both of your parted lips. You take advantage of the moment to fully take in his face. Your normally gentle and loving boyfriend was nowhere to be found. In his place was a man riddled with jealousy and intent on taking his frustration out on you.

The moment is broken when he drops one of his hands from your wrists to pull up at your sweater. You do your best in this position to arch your back up so he can pull it off. He momentarily lets go of your hands so he can fling your sweater onto the floor before his hands resume their post.

You close your eyes at the feeling of his lips kissing their way down your chest. He takes one of your nipples between his teeth and bites down lightly. Your body rises from the bed in an attempt to bring him closer to you. One of his hands comes down to shove your waist back down into the mattress and once he’s done assaulting one of your nipples he moves to the other. He leaves bruising marks everywhere his lips go and you feel as they make their way further down your waist. Everything feels heightened with your eyes squeezed closed.

“Megumi please,” you breathe out. He leans back up so his face is level with yours.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” You feel the hand on your waist move down to your thigh. You can barely make an audible sound as he rubs his thumb roughly into the skin of your inner thigh. All you can manage is a weak whine and he scoffs at your feeble attempt at speaking. “Are you suddenly mute, use your fucking words.”

He smacks your thigh sharply trying to get you to focus on him and get out of your head. You let out a small whimper and he rubs his hand soothingly over your warm skin. “You can do it love, tell me what you want.”

How quickly he can switch between how sweet and how mean his words are has your head spinning. You blink a few times before your head clears. “I want to taste you.”

“That's my girl.” He practically purrs.

He releases the hand that was holding yours in place and moves backward to let you climb off the bed. The second you stand up he is tangling his fingers into your hair and shoving you to your knees in front of him. You don’t hesitate to reach up and quickly pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees. You run your hands up his thighs to grab his half-hard dick, giving it a few lazy strokes before taking the tip in your mouth. His hand tightens in your hair and he groans out in pleasure.

You slowly move your head and start taking him deeper into your mouth. Earning a string of small moans from him. “Fuck baby, you’re being such a good girl for me.”

The tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat causing you to gag and push at his thighs. He pulls you off of him to let you take a breath, admiring all the pretty bruises he left across your skin. It takes all his self-control to not cum right then as he works himself back into your mouth. “Just relax baby, I know you can take it.”

The sweet praise that was so familiar to your bedroom activities sends a rush of arousal through you and has you squeezing your thighs together to create the tiniest bit of friction. He continues pushing into your mouth until your nose is flush with his pelvis. Your whine of protest is muffled by him as he holds you against him, not letting you move your head back. Your eyes water at the sensation as you struggle to swallow around him.

“Awe, does my baby keep forgetting to breathe through her nose?” He pouts mockingly at you. You look up at him with tears rimming your eyes and he smirks again. “You just look so pretty like this princess.”

He moves the hand that was gripping your hair to run his thumb against your temple gently before drawing his hips back. You force yourself to relax as much as you can as he starts thrusting into your mouth. You ball your fists tightly, digging your nails into your palms to distract from the achy feeling in your jaw. You flush in embarrassment and the obscene amount of spit collecting at the corner of your lips as he keeps fucking into you like his own personal toy.

Tears are streaming down your face and he cums with a loud groan. You swallow and stick your tongue out to show him. He hummed contently and you leaned back against the bed. You lay your head back and try to catch your breath. Megumi strips the rest of his clothes off and tugs you to stand up.

“Did you think we were done, princess?” He crashes his mouth against yours again and nudges you back onto the bed. “I’m not done until my name is the only thing you can say for weeks.”

Megumi reaches down to thrust two fingers into you, causing you to cry out. His mouth latches onto your skin and starts leaving dark marks everywhere he can reach again. His hand is pumping into you at a brutal pace and you’re trying your best to bite back your moans. He looks up at your face and scoffs.

“No holding back those beautiful sounds baby.” He reaches his free hand up to squeeze the sides of your throat. “I want you to use that pretty mouth to tell me just how good I’m fucking you,” he growls. You nod frantically and he nips at your jaw. Your moans and whines grow increasingly louder and Megumi starts rutting his cock against your thigh for friction.

“Gumi, I’m close,”

“Hold it,” he growls. You look up at him in panic and he grinds the heel of his hand into your clit. “I want to see if you can be good and follow a simple order. If you don’t behave, I will leave you here with nothing.”

You press your face into his shoulder and let out a small whimper. Just when you thought his challenge was hard enough, he slips a third finger into you and purposely crooks them to hit your sweet spot over and over.

“Please baby, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, please just let me cum.” Tears threaten to spill again and he laughs darkly, but says nothing else as he keeps thrusting his fingers into you. He turned his face so his breath could tickle your ear.

“I think my princess just needed a reminder of who she fucking belongs to, isn’t that right?” You nodded frantically against his shoulder. “If you really wanted to get fucked like a whore this bad then you could have just asked me nicely princess.”

Both of your hands were gripping his biceps so hard you thought that you might leave bruises on him. Your climax was so close you could almost taste it, but Megumi's threat loomed in the back of your mind. Not wanting to anger him more you keep behaving and pushing back your orgasm to the point where it’s almost painful. Seeing you struggle to follow his orders underneath him ignited something feral inside your boyfriend, as if he wasn’t dancing on the edge of it already.

“Okay princess, you can cum now.” Your climax ripped through you violently, and you couldn’t help the broken cries it pulled from your mouth.

Before you could ride out your high he is flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your hips up. You scramble to push yourself up onto your hands before he is shoving your face into the blankets.

“No baby, I want you bent over nice and pretty for me. This way I can fuck you exactly how I like.” He pushes himself all the way into you with one fluid motion and sets a hard and fast pace. You are gasping out for him and reaching back to squeeze his wrist. Overstimulation is wracking through your body and you can see black dotting your vision.

You whimper as you feel your next orgasm approaching quickly, and Megumi can sense it too. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again?” You nodded your head, and he slapped your thigh, eliciting a cry from you. “I asked you a question, and I want you to use your words like a big girl.”

“I’m close, please let me come again baby.” He smiles and angles his hips to start hitting your sweet spot till you’re seeing stars. Your second climax is less intense than the first, but it still has you feeling completely exhausted. Your head is hazy and you can feel your legs beginning to tremble underneath you. If not for Megumi's firm grip on your hips, you’re sure they would have given out by now.

He reaches around and pulls you up so one hand is wrapped around your throat and the other is wrapped around your waist. His hips never falter their rough pace and your back is pressed to his chest. You can hear and feel him panting in your ear with every one of his movements. Your head is too hazy to focus on anything except him and you let your head loll back onto his shoulder. He turns his head to look at you and smirks. “Look at that, my poor baby got fucked out too hard. I know you have one more in you princess.”

You whine at the promise of another orgasm while he once again latches his mouth on to your neck and shoulders. He lets the fingers on your waist trail down to where you are connected and circles your clit several times. You jolt at the stimulation and weakly try to push his hand away. He smirks and decides to take his taunting a step further. “I wonder what sweet Yuji would think if he saw you like this? Fucked dumb on my cock.”

You barely process his words, but you don’t have the energy to respond. He nips at your jaw as he pushes you closer to the edge. You can tell he’s close with how his pace begins to stutter. With a particularly hard thrust and a pinch of your clit you are coming undone for the final time that night. He cums right after you and gently lays you back down on the bed.

You’re sniffling from overstimulation and pushing his hips away from yours until he pulls out of you completely. You’re finally able to find your words as you curl further into the blankets. “Please baby no more, it hurts.”

You can’t see the guilt that washes over his face as he leans forward to kiss your temple lovingly. “It’s okay pretty girl, you did so well for me.”

He leaves you in bed to move to the bathroom and you think you can vaguely hear water running. After a few minutes he comes back and scoops you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He slowly eases you into the warm water of the bathtub before he's running back out.

You lean your head against the wall and let tears continue to stream down your face. A small portion of it is from the dull throb coming from your lower body, but mostly it’s from sadness clawing at your heart. You hate pushing him on his emotions and prying at things he doesn’t want to talk about, however something seemed to really push him over the edge tonight.

He quietly comes back into the bathroom and sets the book you're currently reading on the bench next to the tub, along with a hot tea in one of your favorite mugs. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and was turning to leave again. You reach out and gently wrap your fingers around his wrist. “I know that I’ve asked you to share so much in the last 24 hours, but can we please talk about what happened tonight?”

A look of confusion crosses his face and you sink further into the water. “I just want us to be okay, and I can’t shake the feeling that you’re mad at me.” Your voice begins to falter and he curses at himself. He pulls his sweatpants off and slides into the water behind you and rubs your shoulders.

“I’m not mad at you baby, Mai just hit a deep seated insecurity, and the thing with the waitress just kinda pushed me past my limit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that, I’m sorry.”

You turn to lean your head on his shoulder and let your fingertips trace the water droplets that gathered on his chest. “Why would you listen to anything Mai says? She loves to piss you and Maki off.”

He tucks his chin on top of your head and hugs your shoulders. “Because she wasn’t wrong about Yuji. He liked you first, I always felt like a charity case. And every time you guys hang out, it nags at me at how much better of a boyfriend he would be for you.”

You roll your eyes and flick his nose. “I knew that he liked me, he isn’t exactly the king of subtlety. But you need to remember, Yuji is your best friend, he’d never hurt you like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You shift to cup his face in your hands. “If I liked Yuji, I wouldn’t have dated you. You’re the one I wanted to be with, not him. I love you.”

He leans his face into your hand and lets you pull him in for a kiss. “I love you too princess.”

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!

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Rosé

Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.

Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.

She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.

But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.

She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions

You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.

You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.

You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.

Turning Point

"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.

After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.

You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.

"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.

"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.

You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.

----

The Next Day

"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.

"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.

"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.

"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.

You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.

"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.

"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.

You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.

You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.

That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.

"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"

She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.

"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.

You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"

Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.

"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."

You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.

--

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Ramen?"

"Check."

"Cereal?"

"Nope."

You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.

You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.

You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."

She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.

"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.

Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.

"Sorry ma'am!"

A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.

"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.

"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"

She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.

-----

The Last Day Of Detention

Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.

So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.

She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.

The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.

"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.

"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.

"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.

"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.

The Fallout

After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand

"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.

"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.

You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd

You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way

"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."

Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know

"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."

At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.

She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous

She lit up when she saw your reaction

"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.

You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.

The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.

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Lisa

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Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.

You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.

Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.

She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks

The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things

You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.

You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.

She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.

"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.

"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.

"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.

"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.

You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.

Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess

*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.

"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.

Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually

You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

"But Mrs. Ta--"

"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.

The Turning Point

"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.

"Knock it off, Manoban."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.

She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.

Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.

"Do you want a snack?"

"Sure, do you have any ramen?"

She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.

Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.

"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.

You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

---

"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.

"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.

A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.

Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.

"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.

She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.

"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.

"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.

"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.

"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.

"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.

"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."

You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.

"Fair enough."

-----

Later, On The Rooftop

"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.

"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.

"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.

"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.

"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.

"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.

After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.

She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.

"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.

"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.

-----

Later, In Her Bedroom

"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.

"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."

Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.

The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.

---

Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.

Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"

You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.

Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.

"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.

"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.

Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.

"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.

"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."

"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.

"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."

"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."

"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.

You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.

"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.

The Fallout

From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid

She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself

You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little

She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch

"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.

"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.

She invites you to her dance perfomances

When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites

"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.

"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school

You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.

"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"

She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.

"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.

"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.

You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.