#like the flirty banter i can WRITE IT but i can’t say it w my chest

[domjaehyun]

everyone pray my work crush doesn’t call out tomorrow im making headway

[not-neverland06]

Hey! Your writing is amazing! I’ve been checking daily for new fics lmao

I was wondering if your requests were open would you be able to write some angst with a happy ending w/ Peanut?

Perhaps a Shy!Reader who has flirty banter with Logan. They’re on a mission and Logan has to make a quick decision on who to save — Reader or Jean and he saves Jean without thinking. Reader ends up surviving with a few injuries but her and Logan’s relationship starts to deteriorate. Logan’s not good with verbal apologies so he does acts of service — bringing reader food/drinks etc. reader is stubborn and Logan starts to get frustrated. He eventually proves himself to reader.

I’m sorry if this is confusing!! I’m not creative enough to write it myself and you’re really really skilled. Love your work x

a/n: I read this request and then read them together and my brain imploded because I loved it so much, no smut in this one Summary: Logan saves Jean on a mission and it's the wake-up call you desperately needed to understand that you will never be her. You can't stand to look at him anymore and he doesn't understand why you've stopped talking to him.

“What’re you thinking of doing after this?”

You shrug, leaning back on the uncomfortable bench seats and looking over at Logan. “Not sure, got any plans?”

Logan smirks and you immediately know whatever he’s about to say is going to send you spiraling. “Yeah, whatever you’re doing, sweetheart.”

Oh. My. God!

You know you’ve got it bad when something as simple as that has you swooning. It’s so easy to fall into this routine with him, to pretend you’re more suave than you actually are. Despite your usual tendency to fade into the background, you find it nearly impossible to do with him. 

Where someone else might let you stay quiet and go ignored, he seeks you out. He makes you feel seen and heard. Some days you don’t know if you appreciate it or despise it. You laugh a little, trying to hide just how affected by him you are. “Sounds good, Lo.”

He smiles and leans back on the seat, his arm coming around the back to rest lightly over your shoulders. You can tell from the look on Storm’s face that she’s trying not to laugh at you. You can’t blame her, you’re sure your eyes have tripled in size and you look absolutely stunned. 

Flirting isn’t out of the usual for you and him. Lately, though, he’s upped the game. Touching you more than usual, spending more one-on-one time together. You can feel it all building up to something. You’re shy, not stupid, you know when a guy’s going to ask you out. 

But it feels like he’s dragging it out longer than necessary like he’s enjoying teasing you a little too much.  “Alright,” Scott stands up and moves towards the back of the jet. “We’re almost there, get ready.”

You, very reluctantly, pull away from Logan and get to your feet. He walks past you, briefly squeezing your hand before joining Scott by the ramp. You grin, flexing your hand by your side and trying to memorize the feeling. 

The ramp lowers to the ground and Scott and Logan lead the way out. You’re expecting this to be simple. Stake out the area, find some information about the people running the warehouse, and figure out what exactly it is that they’ve been doing. 

The air is bursting with moisture. It’s suffocating, how humid it is, how it makes the material of your suit cling to your skin. You know the rest of the team can feel it. That it’s irritating them just as much. 

None of you want to be out here in the peak of summer, trying to be stealthy in these ridiculous costumes. Your thighs squeak every time they rub together. It’s beyond embarrassing. You know that that’s what has you all distracted. 

You’re struggling through ankle-deep mud and sweating buckets. So none of you are paying any particular attention to the area around you. Technically, you shouldn’t have to, you’re still about a mile out from where you need to be. 

You duck, hands coming up to cover your ears as Charles’ voice screams through your mind. It’s a trap!

Even with the warning, there’s no time to prepare. The ground around you explodes, grass and dirt flying through the air. Logan grabs your arm, he shoves himself in front of you and takes the brunt of the bullets. Splatters of blood hits your cheeks and he runs you both behind a tree for cover. 

The other three have all found their own cover and they’re struggling to figure out where the shots are coming from. You spot something in the underbrush and scream, “Behind you!”

It’s more of a warning to duck than it is to move. You throw your hands up, shoving the man away from them and sending him flying into the trunk of a tree. You swear you can hear the snap of his spine as it hits the bark. 

You look to Jean and nod towards the small clearing of trees. “Don’t,” Logan warns. But you’re already slipping out of his grip and solidifying the air in front of you. It provides enough of a cover, absorbing the bullets, and giving you all time to figure out a plan of attack. 

Jean moves beside you, eyes narrowing on the perimeter of your cover. “There are too many of them, more than I can count.” 

“How did they know we were coming?” Scott snaps, keeping an eye on the area behind you. 

Your arms struggle under the weight of your power. The more bullets they shoot into your cover, the harder it is to keep up. You’re forced to absorb their energy, push it out tenfold to try and keep the blockage solidified. 

“Guys,” you snap, “we need a plan. I can’t hold it much longer.” You grit your teeth, taking a step forward to try and push against the strain. It does nothing but make your bones ache. Logan shoots you a concerned glance, coming up behind you like he wants to take the weight off your shoulders. But there’s nothing he can do. 

There’s movement behind you, a boot snapping a twig in two. You can’t risk looking back but you can hear the worry in Jean’s voice. “Ten of them-”

You can tell by the sounds of their movement that the others don’t give her much of a chance to finish. Ororo, Scott, and Logan all shoot forward to deal with the threat. Ten isn’t much to worry about. But that doesn’t change the fact that the men in front of you haven’t let up and you’re about to weep from the weight of keeping the wall up. 

Jean stays beside you, brows furrowed in concern. She places her hand on your shoulder and closes her eyes. A second later you feel something like a cool blanket laid over you. The tension in your arms and core eases just enough for you to stop clenching your jaw so hard. Some of the strain eases away and you know she’s sharing it with you. 

But just as quickly as the relief was given, it’s yanked away. Jean jumps back with a gasp, “Flux, we need to move!”

“I can’t,” you shout, fighting to be heard over the sound of bloodshed and gunshots going off in front of and behind you. The others are steadily moving through the people surrounding you, but their numbers are still overwhelming. “It’ll all come crashing down,” you tell her. 

She glances towards the bullets, finally spotting the way they’re slowly, but steadily, moving through the thickened air. The second you let go you’ll be riddled with holes. “Shit,” she hisses. “Look, we can’t stay here much longer-”

She’s cut off by a loud bang. You’re so disoriented by the noise your hands drop to your sides. At the same moment, you hear wood splintering and cracking beside you. What has to be the largest tree in the forest creaks before it begins its descent down towards you both. 

You don’t what happened, or what they used, but it doesn’t matter. The wall in front of you is fading. You have seconds to get out of the way of the bullets and the tree, you’re not sure either of you is going to make it. 

“Jean!” There’s a flash of brown hair and Jean’s being tackled to the ground, safely out of the way of the tree and bullets. You feel something stinging against your shoulder and know the first bullet’s made its way through. 

You also see the tree is almost over top of you. You’ve always been a fight response in flight or fight scenarios. But when there’s nothing to fight, when you have nothing to go up against, you freeze. It’s horrible, you know it, but there’s nothing you can do about it. 

Even as you’re desperately screaming at yourself to just fucking move, all you can do is watch as the tree topples down on top of you. “Flux, duck!” The words trigger something in your brain just soon enough to drop to the ground. 

Scott releases a red beam, blasting through the tree and knocking it off course. You don’t even register the smell of burning flesh as you lay in the mud. Your blood is rushing so fast in your veins, there’s so much adrenaline pumping through you, you can’t focus on anything except the sound of your heartbeat. 

You let out a breath of relief, slowly lifting yourself up to your knees. You don’t hear any more fighting and you figure whoever they hadn’t taken down before, the beam took care of the rest. 

You look down, checking yourself for any bullet holes or serious damage but you can’t find anything. Something warm trickles down your shoulder, it drips across your arm and down your hand. 

You look at the blood curiously, it seems to steady a flow from the simple bullet graze you’d had earlier. “Oh my god,” Jean whispers your name and you turn around with a concerned look. 

You want to ask her what’s wrong but your eyes are trained on the way Logan’s arms are bracketing her. He’s practically on top of her, only now getting up to check on you. You get it, it was a stressful situation, he acted fast. 

But that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow the lump in your throat. It doesn’t ease the burn of betrayal. He saved her, not you. He chose her even though she doesn’t want him. The anger you’re feeling only makes it harder to be aware of your surroundings. 

It’s not until Scott kneels behind you a presses a gentle hand against your back that you lurch forward with a loud cry. The pain slams down on you all at once. The wind blowing gently against your back feels like someone’s dug razor blades in your skin and ripped. 

Feet rush towards you, someone kneeling beside you and grabbing your shoulders. Logan forces you up and makes you look at him before his gaze turns to your back. “What the fuck did you do?” He practically growls, lunging towards Scott. 

He grabs him by the collar and shoves him into the dirt. Ororo and Jean leap forward, trying unsuccessfully to rip him off. You try and keep your eyes open, try and stay focused. The pain is too much, you don’t want to be awake for this anymore. Every nerve on your back feels like it’s being forcefully exposed and plucked at. 

Your brain forces a shutdown and you slump into the mud, the world going black. 

When you wake up, you’re on your stomach. You’re a little dazed, not fully remembering how you got here. You try and sit up but there’s a steady grip around your wrists stopping you. “Don’t move,” Jean warns from somewhere behind you. 

You try and look for her but you can’t move much. Your head feels like it weighs a hundred pounds, stuck to the pillow beneath you. “What happened? Why can’t I move?”

Her shoes appear in front of you and then she’s kneeling down, a slightly worried look on her face. “We needed to make sure you didn’t roll over in your sleep.” Her brows crinkle and she frowns, “You don’t remember?” You shake your head minutely. She sighs, lifting her hand to your face and pressing her chilled fingers to your temple. 

The images rush towards you. You see it all from her eyes. The way Logan had grabbed her and thrown her to the ground, checking over her and not once looking at you. How Scott had tried to stop the tree from breaking your spine. His beam had just barely grazed your back as you had ducked. But it was enough for there to be serious damage. 

Through her view, you can see the way your skin had bubbled up and blistered. How horribly damaged it was. You have limited healing abilities, but it was enough to stop the nerves from being permanently damaged. 

She lets you go and you groan, the pain slowly registering in your brain. It’s dulled and you don’t know if they’ve given you drugs or if your abilities are still working to help you. “How’s Scott?” 

She chuckles and shakes her head while she undoes the restraints around your wrist. “He feels awful. He keeps coming by to check on you.”

The thought of him sitting beside you while you were strapped down to the bed makes you feel a little bad. It wasn’t his fault, he’d helped you. It was more than Logan had done for you. 

You frown, hating yourself for being bitter. If he hadn’t helped, Jean might not be here next to you. He had saved your friend. The thought didn’t bring much comfort, though. “I’m not mad at him.”

Jean eases you onto your knees and slowly helps you sit up. It causes minimal pain, but it’s still uncomfortable enough to grit your teeth and dig your nails into your palms. “I know, but he’ll probably be coming down here a lot to check on you.”

You almost ask her if anyone else has visited. If Logan had, but you don’t think her answer would make you feel any better. “He did,” she tells you and you click your tongue in irritation. 

“Out of my head,” you warn. She releases you with a small grin. “I don’t care,” you tell her, trying to appear nonchalant. 

She tilts her head, eyes narrowing on you. “Yes, you do. And I don’t need telepathy to know.” She walks towards your IV bag, fiddling around with something on the line. “He was here whenever he could be, practically lived beside you.”

“Don’t care,” you tell her again, but there’s less conviction this time. 

Jean frowns and you hate how guilty she looks. It’s not her fault he’s desperately in love with her and not you. You can’t force someone to love you or choose you. And you don’t want to. You want someone to love you for who you are, not because they couldn’t have their first choice. 

“Don’t,” you say lowly. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

She doesn’t get a chance to say anything before the door bursts open, both Logan and Scott sliding into your room. Scott lets out a relieved breath when he sees you. He breathes out your name and approaches with a guilty smile, “You’re awake.”

“Charles told us,” Logan informs. You offer him a brief glance before diverting your attention to Scott. 

Petty, you’re aware. But you don’t want to see Logan right now. You’d put so much effort and time into your friendship with him. It doesn’t even matter if he doesn’t feel the same way about you. You two are best friends, and he didn’t even try to help you when you needed him the most. 

So, you smile at Scott. You forgive him and you tell him you're fine. You chat with him and Jean while Logan just stares at you from the other side of your bed. You can’t make yourself face him. You don’t want to look at him, it makes you sick to your stomach.

Eventually, Scott’s guilt is slightly assuaged and he and Jean leave for the night. Logan is a heavy presence beside you, one you no longer can ignore. You shift around, pretending to fluff your pillows until he grabs your hand. 

“What’re you doing?”

You look at his hand and then at him. Whatever look is on your face is enough for him to release you and back off. “Getting comfortable,” you spit out, more venom in your voice than necessary. Something clicks for him, you can see it as it happens. 

He backs up and narrows his eyes down at you. “Right.” He frowns and sucks on his teeth, nodding his head silently. “I’ll come back when you’re feeling a little better.” You don’t miss the hidden dig underneath it all, the way he’s calling out you’re unusual behavior. 

“I think that’d be best.”

He scoffs and shakes his head, slamming the door behind him as he leaves. You jump at the noise and it makes you hiss as a twinge of pain shoots down your spine. You feel slightly guilty about the whole interaction. Then, you remember the way he’d been cradling Jean and you feel slightly vindicated. 

You’re sure he doesn’t even give a shit. He’s probably pouting in his room, wishing Jean was in bed beside him. 

What the fuck?

It’s all that’s been playing through Logan’s head since he returned from your room in the medbay. He’s waited days for you to wake up, so he can finally take a breath and let go of the anxiety that’s been plaguing him. 

He’d thought that he’d lost you in that forest. When he’d gone for Jean, he’d assumed you’d just be able to use your powers to knock the tree out of your path. Or make it melt around you. 

Honestly, he can’t put a finger on what exactly he was thinking. But he knew that you could protect yourself and that would be your priority. So he’d moved without really thinking and grabbed the person who would be collateral damage if your powers went haywire. 

And then you hadn’t saved yourself and all he could smell was your burning flesh. The smell has been stuck in his nose since you were brought back to the mansion. He can’t escape it. Everywhere he goes, he sees you burning and hears your screams. 

He’d thought that you were dead and there was a moment where he genuinely was so lost he could do nothing but watch as the others swarmed you. He couldn’t move, couldn’t help you. He could only stare at your still body and pray to anybody who could hear him that you weren’t dead. 

He didn’t know what he would do if he lost you before he ever got a chance to love you. 

He’d, irritatingly, imagined all the different ways he would finally tell you how he felt when you woke up. He’d prepared himself for every possible reaction, except this one. He hadn’t expected you to reject him before he ever got the chance to confess. 

Anger stews within him as he paces through his room. He knows that it’s unfair to be upset with you. You’d gone through something horrific and there had been doubts about your recovery. Of course, you’d act off. 

Except, you only seemed to be directing that at him. Had you been just as dismissive to Scott, the person who actually hurt you, he would have looked past it. He’s tempted to go back down and see you again, maybe try and make you see some sense. 

Instead, he decides to give you both some time to calm down. He doesn’t want to do anything he might regret while he’s pissed off. He’ll see you tomorrow and, hopefully, you’ll be back to normal. 

You’d thought Logan might have gotten the hint with how you behaved earlier. That was not the case. He’s back today and you can smell the breakfast food he’s brought you. The smell is wafting deliciously from an inconspicuous brown bag. 

But you know it’s from the restaurant that’s twenty minutes out of his way. You’re not petty enough that you can’t appreciate the forty-minute round trip he’d taken for you, but you still aren’t excited to see him. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you despite your clearly hostile energy. He tugs the chair towards your bed, ripping open the bag and pulling out enough food for the both of you. 

You think it should be considered a form of manipulation to call you that while you’re pissed at him. He has such a clear effect on you. You know he’s aware of it. He knows that when he calls you something sweet like that it makes your heart race and stomach flip. 

You turn your gaze towards your blanket. You pretend the thread pattern is the most interesting thing in the world so you don’t have to look at him. You’re sick of giving your all to men who couldn’t care less about you. 

You’re tired of being the second, third, fourth choice. You want someone to choose you first for once. And you genuinely thought Logan would be the man to do that. But he’d chosen Jean. You should have known. 

“Alright,” he huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at you. You’re pissed off that he’s acting like he’s the one who was hurt. “What the hell is your problem? You’ve never been this mad at me before.”

It’s his tone of voice that really grates on you. He genuinely does not understand what he’s done wrong. He doesn’t even comprehend the possibility that you might be mad he left you to die. Have you really become such a doormat?

Yes, you’re shy and generally reserved with the people you meet. But he is so different. You two met and it was an instant connection that you thought was reciprocated. You hadn't realized that you'd become so complacent in the relationship he thought he could get away with something like this with no repercussions. 

“You left me to die,” you snap at him, voice taking a pitch it never has before. You’ve never truly gotten angry at him. Pissed off sometimes when he teased you a little too much. But you’d never plainly shown anger at him. “You fucking left me behind and expect me to, what,” you scoff and shove the food back towards him. 

“You think some shitty breakfast is going to fix this?” His face contorts. It screws up into something like hurt and you worry you might have been too harsh. He doesn’t know how you feel about him. He doesn’t know that this would hurt you so bad. 

But, it doesn’t matter. You’re still his friend. You should have at least warranted a little concern. 

Just as quickly as it appeared, the hurt is washed away by his own anger. “I thought you could take care of yourself. Isn’t that what you’re always bitching at us about?”

If you weren’t so upset you might find it funny how quickly the two of you turned on each other. Clearly, there was something repressed between the two of you. Some brewing resentment that neither of you had ever acknowledged. The words are coming quickly now, without thought.

“Fuck you, Logan,” you snap back at him. “You didn’t give a shit whether I lived or died. You only cared about your precious Jean.” You spit out her name with so much venom it stings as it leaves your tongue. 

He laughs, getting out of his chair. He shakes his head and glares at you. His anger is always a physical thing. You know he’s pacing so he doesn’t do something worse, like destroy the entirety of the room. 

“That’s what this is, you’re jealous? Don’t blame your fucking incompetence on me.” You hate the way he’s speaking to you. Like you’re a little girl who's incapable of understanding even the most basic of concepts. He has such a patronizing look on his face, you want nothing more than to wipe it off. 

The tables beside you tremble, the vases of flowers rattling against the wood. “I’m your friend, Logan. You could at least pretend like you cared about me.”

He leans against the end of the bed, tilting himself forward until he’s aggressively imposing your space. You shrink back against the pillows, narrowing your eyes in disdain. “Don’t fucking pull that shit with me. I knew that your priority would be to save yourself and I acted accordingly. This wasn’t some goddamn ploy to get into Jean’s pants. Grow the fuck up, Flux!”

You flinch back at the volume of his voice. Unwillingly, tears pool in the corners of your eyes. It’s an involuntary response. Sometimes you just get so enraged that you have no other way to get rid of it than to cry. It’s infuriating to see the moment someone stops taking you seriously and starts to think you’re nothing more than a crybaby. 

Logan’s face pales and he winces, backing away from you. “I didn’t-”

“Enough,” you stop him, voice thick with unshed tears. He never calls you by your X-men name, it’s an unspoken agreement between the two of you. That’s a formality reserved for the other members. To each other, you’re nothing more than two people who care deeply for one another. 

Or, you had been. Before this one moment had blown your life and your back up. 

“I appreciate how much faith you have in my abilities, but the fact that your first instinct wasn’t even to protect me says a lot.” You take in a deep breath and shake your head. “Thanks for the breakfast, but can you please just leave?”

He looks like he doesn’t want to. You know he doesn’t want to leave. You two never fight like this. Even if there wasn’t a lot said, it’s still not normal for you. Maybe that should have been your first hint that things weren’t what you thought. 

It’s healthy to fight, to a certain extent. Sometimes it's needed. You two never have before and you know it’s just been brewing for a while, waiting to blow up. “I-”

“Get out,” you shout, and the tables beside you finally crumble under the weight of your emotions. They drip to the ground in an inorganic form of liquid wood. “Shit,” you hiss, glancing over at them. You wave your hand and they return to their normal state, but it doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have lost control at all. 

The door slams and you look up to find the room empty. You sink back against your bed and run your hands over your face. You ignore the way the skin of your back screams in protest. 

You embrace the pain, the fiery shocks running up your nerves as the bandages chafe against the wounds. You focus on that instead of how things have ended with Logan. You always had such high hopes that he might be the one you finally man up and confess to. 

You should have known you were wrong. You should have known that it would never have ended with him picking you over her. 

You’re permitted to leave the medbay the next day. You don’t see or hear from Logan for the following week. You can’t confirm if he’s purposefully avoiding you or not but you have to believe he is. You both live in the same hall. You don’t know how it’s possible to have gone this long without even catching a slight glimpse of him. 

You force yourself to suffocate the part of you that misses him. You picture the side of yourself that longs for his presence and imagine shoving a pillow over her face. You don’t want to ache and cry over someone who doesn’t give two shits about you. 

You keep reminding yourself over and over again that when things got rough he showed you his true colors. But it’s more difficult than you imagined to just completely disregard so much history with him. 

Besides, you hadn’t realized just how little you interacted with the others until Logan was out of your daily life. It’s so difficult for you to bond with people that when you’d connected with Logan you’d latched onto him. 

It’s a little pathetic, honestly. Being grown and eating lunch alone because you only had one friend. You wonder if your feelings for him were genuine or born from a desperation not to be alone. You don’t let yourself linger on the question for long. 

It’s as your training with the students that you finally see him again. 

“Has he made much progress yet?”

Jean shakes her head and purses her lips. She watches as Billy, one of the newer students, struggles with the logs in front of him. He was a firestarter, a very inexperienced one who had only ever set his curtains on fire. 

His powers were more focused on the mental aspect of things rather than the physical. Which is why you and Jean were in charge of helping him. He couldn’t start anything on his own, he only really seemed to be able to activate the ability when he was emotionally stimulated. 

That meant whenever he was mad or sad, or anything in between, everyone in a fifty-foot radius was in danger. He was a risk to the other students and you were both trying to be gentle with him. But you’d been working with him for so long and there was so little progress. It felt like he wasn’t trying sometimes. 

He’d asked Rogue out a week ago and when she’d said no, her hair had caught on fire. You know he could have been hurt and lashed out without thought or malice behind it. But you’d seen the look in his eye. 

You’re fifty percent sure he knows exactly what he’s doing. This little act he puts on is just to get himself out of trouble. You hadn’t brought the issue to Charles yet because you’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

“Billy,” you call out. His head whips up and he sends you a vicious glare. You can’t help the sneer on your lips. “Just take a deep breath and try again. There’s nothing wrong with struggling, we all did.”

You put on your normal teacher voice, calm and collected. Assuring. But the little shit in front of you isn’t buying it for a second. He gives you a sarcastic little grin, “Right. Sorry, I forgot you’re a fuck-up just like me.”

“Billy!” Jean snaps, taking a step forward to reprimand him. She doesn’t get far before there’s a fireball shooting out of his palms and hurtling towards the both of you. 

There’s no chance to react before something slams into your side and is tossing you to the ground. Your head nearly snaps against the grass but there’s a hand underneath your skull softening the blow. 

You smell something smoking and look up to see a large scorch mark right where you’d just been. Jean’s standing over it, palm outstretched as she keeps the fire subdued. She gives you a worried look, “Are you okay?”

Surprisingly, yes. You glance up to see Logan hovering over you. He backs off when he notices you’re okay, getting to his knees and offering you a hand. Wordlessly, you slip your palm into his and let him help you into a sitting position. 

“You alright,” his hand hovers over your shoulder like he wants to pull you closer. But he resists, backing off and waiting for your answer. You nod your head, still a little dazed from the failed assassination attempt. 

He narrows his eyes, searching your face for any sign of head trauma. When he’s properly assured you’re okay he jumps to his feet. “Billy!” His voice booms across the courtyard and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen that little asshole scared. 

He’s barely on his feet before Logan is stalking towards him, jerking him forward by the scruff of his neck and dragging him towards the mansion. “We need to have a little talk,” the tone of his voice has you a little scared and you’re not even the one he’s mad at. 

Jean walks towards you and helps you to your feet. “Is your back okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod and brush your clothes off. You have to physically shake the shock of what happened off. “Yeah, I’m fine. I can’t believe he did that.”

Jean scoffs and glares towards Billy’s back. Your eyes widen in shock when you see the large scorch mark across his arm. “Jean! He got you, are you okay?”

She glances down at her shirt and frowns. “Yeah, practically a sunburn.” She gives you a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine.”

As shitty as this sounds, you’re not concerned for her. You can only focus on the fact that she was in just as much danger as you and Logan had tackled you to the ground. You glance back towards the mansion, more fucking confused than ever. 

You’re not sure what compels you to follow Logan, but you’re running after him before Jean can stop you. He’s barely got a minute headstart on you, you’re not sure why you can’t find him. You’d gone through every inch of the first floor. 

You don’t know where he would have dragged Billy, but it’s nowhere you can find. After about ten minutes of looking for him, you give up on the hope that you’re ever going to figure out what’s happening inside his brain. 

You let out a defeated sigh, running a hand over your face and trying to shake off the funk of the day. You can’t believe that little shit tried to roast you. You’re not comfortable with the fact that he’s just roaming around inside the mansion somewhere. 

You turn out of the living room and nearly slam into someone. His hands shoot out, grabbing your shoulders and gently stopping you. “Logan,” you give him a strained smile. “I was looking for you.” You glance over his shoulder and frown. “Where’s Billy?”

Logan sighs, his hands linger on your arms for a moment before he takes a step back. “Wheels got to him before I could do anything.”

You laugh a little, the noise involuntary. “What were you planning on doing with the sixteen-year-old?”

He doesn’t find the question amusing if his expression is anything to go by. “He was really trying to hurt you.”

His words sober you up slightly and you drop the flippant attitude. “Yeah, I wanted to,” god, it feels like you could choke on the words. Just last week you were screaming at him for not helping you. Now, you could barely thank him because he had. 

“You’re always my priority.” He tells you before you can struggle any longer. Your head shoots up and you stare at him with confusion. He groans, the noise tired and resigned. “Saving Jean was a mistake. I mean it, kid, I just thought you could handle yourself.”

You open your mouth but he stops you before you can argue. “I know, that’s not the point. I should have saved you, no matter what I thought you could or couldn't handle.”

“No,” you stop him and shake your head. “No, Logan, I shouldn’t. I,” your mouth opens and he stares at you expectantly. What you were going to say gets stuck in your throat. This is a horrible idea. 

“I liked you in a way you didn’t like me and it was unfair of me to push my expectations onto you.” You wanted it to sound better, and more intelligent. Instead, it came out in one rushed breath and you’re not sure he even understood half of what you said. 

His brows furrow in confusion for a moment before a smile breaks out on his face. You’re not sure if it’s a good or bad thing that he’s smiling. You can’t tell if he’s mocking you or about to profess his undying love. 

You don’t have to wonder for long. He moves closer towards you, leaning forward until you’re practically sharing the same breaths. Unconsciously, you’re drawn into him, hands braced gently on his chest as you chase after him. 

“What are you doing?” Your whispered words brush against his lips and he gives you a small smile. His hands travel up your waist. He tugs you closer, his other hand looping around your neck and craning you up. 

“I’m gonna choose you every fucking time, kid.” His lips brush across your own and it’s like a switch is flipped in you both. Your arms twine around his neck, pulling him down until you’re practically melting into him. 

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and so different at the same time. You always thought your first kiss would be after some cheesy first date. He would have taken you out to dinner. Something would have inevitably gone wrong, you spilled something on your dress or the waiter brought the wrong order. 

You would both worry that it was a sign that nothing would work out between you. And then, at the end of the night, he’d tug you into his arms and kiss you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held. 

That would be nice, but this is better. He’s not holding you like you’re something fragile or something too precious for this world. He’s kissing you like you’re the very air he needs to survive. He’s greedy with his affections and demanding with his wants. 

You’re being consumed and devoured. And you never want to stop. This is all you’ve ever wanted with him, from him. 

Sadly, you do have to breathe. You’re the one that forces the stop, you’re sure he would have happily suffocated if it meant he could keep touching you like this. You pull back, the air coming in short pants between your parted lips. 

You can already feel them swelling, the slight irritation on your cheeks from his stubble. You don’t mind, you quite like the feeling. He speaks before you can, a pleased smile on his face. “Forgive me yet?”

You chuckle, a little impressed by how cheeky he is, still slightly pissed off. “Why don’t you do that again and I’ll think about it?”

He rolls his eyes but you can see the smile fighting against his firm glare. “You’re really gonna make me work for it, huh?”

You smile and nod, leaning into him again. “You’re never gonna hear the end of it,” you whisper before dipping down and kissing him again. You can’t believe you ever doubted just how much he cares for you. 

He didn’t choose Jean over you. He’s just a dumbass. 

a/n: I had to resist putting in a “pick me, choose me, love me” line in there bc that would have just been too much lol

end. — I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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Logan Taglist:  @nonamevenus @smexy-bucky-waifu @wh1sp @peony-always @corvusmorte  

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The Lana Shipping Meme!

This is a meme made by @swtor-legacy-sitcom​ who very kindly tagged me to fill it in, thank you! :D This was super fun, I’ve been in a bit of a writing rutt lately so this was a nice way to sort-of dip my toe back into it :P I TOTALLY forgot this was in my drafts and forgot to schedule it to post, I’m soooo sorry it took so long lmao 😳😬

I’m not sure if we’re supposed to tag other people with this one so I’ll just leave a general, open tag here: if you have a Lana ship and want to fill this one out, feel free to yoink the meme and say I tagged you! Yes, I promise I mean you <3

Spoilers for KOTFE/KOTET, and slight spoilers for the Subterfugeverse “version” of said events, will be discussed below, so be aware of that before proceeding! There’s also some midlly nsfw questions so you might wanna skip those if they’re not your thing! :D Under a cut because it’s long, but no trigger warnings need apply.

Is Lana Beniko absolutely done with their shit?

Oh yes, absolutely. Nearly always. At any given time, BUT Lana wouldn’t have it any other way. Saarai may be a reckless, overly-heroic idiot with seemingly no self-preservation, but she’s Lana’s reckless, overly-heroic idiot, ya know :’D

Do they make jokes together?

Fairly often, yes! Theirs is very much a flirty/fond banter type of relationship. Lana tells her she’s insufferable, Saarai rolls her eyes and snarks back, so on. See:

Saarai: Well this was a stupid idea Lana: Considering it was one of yours, I’m not surprised Saarai: Why didn’t you say something? Lana: I did and you did it anyway. And what have we learnt from this? Saarai, quietly: I’m a dumbass and I should listen to you more.... Lana: Good. I still love you, though. Saarai: :’D

Lana, two minutes later: You’re going to do it again, aren’t you? Saarai: Yeah, probably.

as well as that little cutscene “You’d better come back blah blah blah” “Well I have you to rescue me, that’s all I need~” is their default pre-dangerous battle banter :P

Who’s hornier? (who initiates)

Saarai is definitely hornier, and while she’s not always the one to initiate, she’s definitely the one to ask more often. (if I had to give it a number, prolly something like 65/45 lol) One of these days, Lana’s going to buy a spray bottle /jk

Kinkiest they’ve been?

Not awfully. Saarai’s a biter (Lana likes it, don’t worry 😏) and she loves it when Lana pulls her hair, but other than that, and making use of connections within the Force to heighten the sensations during such activities ;) they’re pretty vanilla

There was a post going around a while back about an alternative to a praise kink that was like, a “reassurance” kink, instead. I can’t find the actual post to link to it and I haven’t pinned down any specifics for them yet but I definitely think that’s a Saarai thing to look into later 😏

Has Lana ever covered up something your OC did as Minister of Intelligence?

In a roundabout way, yes. Technically, Saarai’s entire existence on Rishii. Since, teeechhnically, as far as the Empire’s concerned at that point, Rai’s supposed to be dead. Lana doesn’t know the technicalities of why that is (and Saarai isn’t comfortable telling her, even now), but she knows it’s important, so she does it for her even if she doesn’t know why.

Favorite non sexual downtime activity?

Cuddles! Saarai is a cuddlebug, and while Lana enjoys them she’s definitely not the “if I don’t get cuddled x times a day I can’t go on” type (in my headcanon, ofc, I’m not saying she can never be that way!) but, Saarai’s also very warm and cuddling her is cozy, so it’s something they both enjoy, whether Rai’s the big spoon, or - and this is Rai’s favourite thing ever - Saarai putting her head in Lana’s lap so Lana can play with her hair, it’s something they always do at the end of the day when they’re both done with work.

Mushiest thing Your OC has ever done for Lana?

So, I’m too impatient & lazy to do the actual HK missions in-game, but I know you can technically get another HK unit, so because ✨it’s my fanfic and I get to make the rules✨ Saarai sent Aria (my DS! Jedi Shadow, very good at stealth) back to Zakuul and though it was a bit battered up, she managed to retrieve HK’s processor. They had to get him a new chassis, but Koth and Ty managed to salvage the rest of his “important” bits and they rebuilt HK for her after they settled on Odessen :’3

Most Embarrassed Lana has ever been because of your OC?

In the middle of an important meeting, in front of everyone on the Alliance High Council, including Theron, Senya, Ni’kasi, Vano, etc.

Lana, sarcastically, after they’ve been disagreeing on how to handle a particular matter for ~1 hr: hahaha bite me.

Saarai, dead serious: Okay, where? 😏

Lana was mortified, to say the least XD

That thing that happened that they vow to NEVER speak of?

Saarai’s reaction when they went to Nathema. Rai’s psychometric, and in hindsight she realises putting her hand on that wall as she ducked into the building was a mistake. She was bombarded with flashback after flashback of what had happened on Nathema when it was still Medriaas, the planet where she was born and where most of her family died, it was not a pleasant experience for her and Rai actually collapsed at one stage because it was all too much for her ;w;

Lana had to bring her back around and herd her back on the ship, where Rai had to wait because she just couldn’t go any further, and Lana and Vano had to go on alone. Lana agreed not to tell anyone else about what had happened, because Saarai didn’t want any of them to worry about her, or think she was “weak” because of it.

The Angriest they’ve ever been at each other?

There’s actually two instances that come to mind for this one

1) Koth’s betrayal/stealing of the Gravestone, Lana was pissed at Koth and wanted to take it out on him, Saarai was pissed at the situation and got between them and chewed Lana out for taking it out on him. (Subterfugeverse is kinda complicated, there’s two Commanders calling the shots for different parts of the Alliance, Koth took issue with something Vano did and made the reckless, kinda stupid decision to still steal the Gravestone even tho Saarai didn’t do anything. (also for anyone new to the blog, all three of them are dating, they’re polyam ;)) Lana took it personally, Saarai was more upset that he was upset and didn’t say anything before he did something stupid. Rai and Lana butted heads about how to deal with it, Lana got salty cause she got yelled at, but they ofc fix it later :3)

2) Torian’s death. Saarai had tried to warn Lana what would happen if they split Vette & Torian up during that fight, Lana brushed it off and told Rai to “stop overreacting, it will be fine”. Obviously, it was not fine. Rai was very angry at the result because, I quote, “I WARNED YOU! And you wouldn’t listen to me!” Saarai refused to speak to Lana for a few days after that, it was kinda a rough time for Lana, she’s only seen Rai get that angry a few times, and only once at her so it shook her a bit. 😢

How does both Lana, and your OC initiate the ‘fade to black’ ;)

For Saarai, the “indicator” is usually when her kisses start to become 50/50 between kissing and biting/nibbling. That’s the universal “ok I want to” signal for Rai. Usually very quickly followed by a soft “yes?” or “are you sure?”, either against her skin or into her ear, depending on where she’s kissing at the time; because she’ll always check first, and if Lana says “no”, it’s off, because Lana’s consent is more important than any of her feelings.

For Lana, it’s when she’ll let Rai pick her up and/or usually to pin her to a wall. There’s a decent height difference, Saarai’s 6 ft 3, and I headcanon that while Lana’s not necessarily “short” at around 5 ft 8, she’s considerably smaller than Rai, as well as being more “reserved” with PDA, she’ll hold hands, or kiss her on the cheek etc. in front of other people, but otherwise Lana tries to keep somewhat “professional” while they’re at work. So when she starts climbing her like a tree, Rai knows she’s about to get some. XD

Do they have kids?

Kiiiinddd of? It’s complicated. Saarai has a son, Ty, from a previous relationship. Lana & Koth both sort of step up to help co-parent, but since Sith Purebloods age differently (i.e. they’re adults at ~20ish the same as humans, but after that they’re more like elves and their physical aging slows down, so they’re more long-lived), even though Ty’s very young by Pureblood standards, he’s still 60 years old, so he’s technically older than Lana and it’s kind of awkward for him to actually call her mom even if she kind of acts like one. He accidentally called her “mom” once, it was very awkward for both of them XD

What has been the most protective Lana has ever had of said kid?

I sat and scratched my head for ages trying to think of something to answer this question with, but I’m very sad to say that right now at the time of answering this meme, I don’t have any specific scenes planned out to tell you about! :( But rest assured that Lana absolutely would rush to help Ty if it was ever necessary :D

House pets? Is your Lana a dog person, or Cat person?

Funnily enough, they don’t actually have any pets! I’d like to think of Lana as more of a cat person than a dog person, in my personal opinion. But they have yet to get any pets of their own, maybeee later on, I dunno. Haven’t hit on any solid ideas for them yet, but I feel like if they happened upon a cute kitty they definitely could adopt one at some stage :’3

Do they get freaky on the Alliance Base or in the Shuttles?

They’ve done both, to be honest lol. Thankfully, Saarai’s sneaky enough that they haven’t gotten caught doing it, yet. Thank the Force.

Are their Sparring Matches Flirtatious? Hardcore?

They could go either way, it depends on what kind of mood they’re both in. If Lana’s particularly annoyed (usually not at Rai, but sometimes) then it’s more likely to be a hardcore spar, Rai’s a pretty tough cookie so she’ll often offer to be Lana’s punching bag in order to spare them some repair bills so she doesn’t rip apart the training dummies irrepairably, it’s okay, Rai can take it ;)

But if they’re both in an otherwise good mood and are just sparring for practise sakes, then yes, they often very quickly devolve into flirtacious banter and some of the classics, you know, “okay you win, you can let me go now” “mmm, nah” “I thought we were sparring” “do you want me to stop” “...don’t you dare.” etc. :’D

Class Specific things that play into their relationship?

Saarai’s a Juggernaut, and I headcanon Lana’s probably some sort of Sorcerer, so they tend to fight as such. They cover each other in more ways than one, if you want to get to Lana you have to go through Saarai first (and good luck to you, that woman can take and give a fucking beating lmao). Lana picks off whatever Saarai’s saber misses, usually with Force attacks but sometimes with her saber, too. Saarai takes bullets for Lana so Lana doesn’t have to get hurt. Lana yells at Rai for doing that and then fixes her up with Force healing afterwards, rinse and repeat. :’D

When they do argue, Lana tends to spontaneously manifest Force lightning, Saarai’s used to it and doesn’t bat an eyelid, she knows Lana’s not actually going to throw it at her and she’s more than prepared to dodge any stray bolts that do come her way.

Lana’s the tactician and the ground support, Saarai’s the battering ram/the bigass hammer used to clear space when Lana needs a bit of extra “oomph” (and trust me, they’re usually never far apart. The other one will be there and then you’ll be in trouble lmao)

Describe a time your OC went ‘Full beast mode’ to protect Lana, instead of the other way around?

"Kriff. Koth, what happened?” Three words was all it took, and everything made sense: “They hurt Lana.”

That scene in the Endless Swamps on Zakuul, just before they pull the Gravestone out of it and Lana and the Commander get ambushed. Saarai went with Lana & Koth to break Vano out of carbonite (since Saarai was still on Rishii at the time, she doesn’t get frozen, only Vano) so when they split up, Saarai goes with Koth to look for ship parts while Vano goes with Lana to look for water.

Lana and Vano get ambushed by the Knights/Skytroopers, and Lana’s hand gets busted. It takes Saarai and Koth a little while to rush over there to help them, but when they do

Saarai. Goes. Fucking. Feral. It’s the scariest she’s ever been in front of Lana and Lana will never forget it, they almost didn’t really need Senya’s help for that part, Saarai basically had it covered. I imagine Lana later described it as “kind of hot, but also kind of terrifying, actually”

Saarai’s considered Chaotic Good, so generally speaking if there’s a peaceful, non-violent solution to a problem, she’ll opt for that, but she has a few buttons that you just do not want to push, ever. And hurting her partners is one of those buttons. She will go apeshit and that’s exactly what happened in the swamp lmao

Little things couples do to annoy each other. What does Lana do? What does your OC do?

Saarai likes to wake up early and hide Lana’s kaf mug in increasingly ridiculous places. Once, she even got Koth to help her stick it to the top of the Gravestone’s hull. It took Lana half the morning to find it, Lana was not amused. XD

Saarai and Koth also have an ongoing “terrible puns” contest where they basically see who can annoy Lana with the most ridiculous puns possible, see this post for an example :P Lana wonders where/how they keep coming up with these puns, she really does.

Does Lana get jealous in your headcanon?

Not really! In Subterfugeverse, both Rai and Lana are polyam, so generally speaking, jealousy isn’t a problem for them, and when it is it’s more of a case of “hey. Hey. Hey, I’m not getting enough attention, pay attention to me.” and then it’s usually dealt with and all is well ;)

When Lana meets Anri, the only thing Saarai does is tease her about “when she’s going to make the move”. 😜

Story that is prominent in their relationship?

I was gonna draw a little doodle for this but the poses kept not coming out right so I gave up, sorryyy qAq

I haven’t gotten very far into planning the SoR onwards+ segments of Subterfugeverse, just bits and bobs like this, but I’d say for now the most prominent is probably their first meeting on Rishii. Basically, meet-cute but with a lightsaber involved too hahaha. There was a lot of posturing and flirty subtext right from the get-go with these two, even if Saarai was particularly suspicious at first (see the earlier question about her being technically dead to the Empire). At first, when she noticed Lana tailing Ty (because Lana was extremely confused about why a Pureblood was so far from Sith space ;)), Saarai assumed that something had happened to her twin and the Empire had A) found out she and Ty were still alive and B) Sent Lana to track them down and kill them for good. Several tension-loaded hours later and Lana managed to convince Rai that actually, Ni’kasi was fine and speaking of, she was trying to avoid being killed too so maybe, actually, they could help each other. And that was all she wrote <3

[simp-for-mha-men]

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 (𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

A/N: My first piece of writing! I hope that all of you enjoy it. I LOVE IT! (also a Denki stan, so ya know) I totally believe Denki is the kinda person to create friends only AND in person. Without further ado, here ya go.

Genre: fluffy fluff with mutual pining 💞

Word count: 2.3k

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itzElectric has joined the chat

itzElectric: HEAR YE! HEAR YE! I SUMMON MY COMPANION @IceStorm TO CURE MY BOREDOM!

Denki Kaminari was once again on his phone, searching for the person who he began talking to only months ago in a future-hero chatroom. He remembered he slid into IceStorm’s DMs with a cheesy pick-up line: Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. A classic one-liner he hoped wouldn’t scare the person on the other side of the screen away.

IceStorm ended up responding to the DM almost immediately, commenting on how the Titanic wouldn’t appreciate that opener. Denki knew from that simple reply that he and IceStorm were going to get along just fine.

IceStorm, whose name he later found out was (y/n), was an all around perfect human being. Seriously, they were. Denki swore to the Bakusquad that if you looked up the definition of perfect in the dictionary, (y/n)’s tag would be next to it.

Their quirk related to the online name they chose for themselves. The fact that they could not only produce ice from their body but also turn any bodies of water, like clouds or lakes, into ice was fascinating to the electric boy. He, in turn, shared his quirk with (y/n). He even sent a video of himself in full “Dumb Denki” mode, to which he received an audio clip of them laughing hysterically as a reply.

The two online friends shared everything with each other. When (y/n) broke up with their first boyfriend, they talked with Denki the entire night over voice chat. When Denki started doubting himself and his placement in UA’s hero course, the future ice hero immediately gave him a million reasons on why he was going to become a great hero.

It took Chargebolt only 3 months to realize that he had developed feelings for his online friend after sending that fateful DM. He couldn’t tell (y/n) though. No way. If he did, they would probably block him, maybe even delete their account and create a new one just to get away from him for good.

How did this happen you might ask? Well, it began when (y/n) and Denki found out they were the same age. They also both wanted to become pro-heroes, obviously. Plus, all of their interests lined up with each other. It was as if fate pulled them both together through an internet connection and an obsession with Tik Tok memes.

Snapping out of his trance, Denki realized he had been zoning out for a few minutes to recount how he met his current crush. He was so head-over-heels for a person he had only ever heard and not seen that he didn’t even check if IceStorm was online.

Doing just what his brain thought of, he clicked IceStorm’s profile in his friends list and saw what he wished to see the most. Next to a green dot read the words Status: Online, making Denki’s heart rate speed up just a bit.

Instead of waiting for more time to pass, and considering it was almost 2 AM on a Friday night, he DMed the ice maker.

itzElectric: hey.....you lowkey left me hangin in the main chat 😔

He hoped, prayed, and wished that (y/n) would respond. He wanted his partner in crime. His meme expert. His muse. He wanted another audio clip of them singing songs horribly off-key or laughing at another ridiculously stupid Tik Tok. He wanted his heart to flutter in his chest just a bit more. He wanted to feel them in person. He wanted...no, needed to video chat with (y/n).

They had known each other for a total of 8 months, and graduation was coming up for the both of them. If he could video chat with (y/n), maybe he could work up the courage and ask to meet them at the café near U.A. It had the best pastries, something that he knew they would love.

itzElectric: something up? you know you can tell me anything 

Very rarely did it take you more than a couple of seconds to respond to the blonde. It worried him. What if something had happened? What if you were doubting yourself? What if you had gotten injured? What if you were--

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He never had picked it up faster in his life. As he looked down at the message he had just sent, he felt his face heat up slightly when he read your response.

IceStorm: nah nothing’s wrong. was someone worried about me? lol 🥴

He was so happy you couldn’t see his blushing face. However, little did he know the reason you didn’t meet him in the chat room was because you were thinking about what to say. Also, you were blushing as well.

Going to Shiketsu was a big deal, and you never wanted to get distracted. When you met itzElectric online, everything changed. You began developing feelings. It was an issue, but it was a very, very good issue. You had never seen his face. All you wanted to do was video chat with him. If you could video chat with Denki, maybe you could work up the courage and ask to meet him at the café near U.A. It had the best frappes, something that you knew he would love.

You felt your heart rate pick up when Denki responded to your previous message.

itzElectric: obviously. if you died or something, who would make me feel better about myself? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Denki began questioning his latest reply. It sounded clingy, he thought. He might as well have just dug his own grave. Who would say something like that?

IceStorm: awwww is my bb giving me a compliment 💘

Your heart soared with emotion. This man, separated by a screen, was your world. You could never have him, though. If you did, he would get freaked out. Besides, you knew he was a flirt with how many pick-up lines he got your opinion on. 

itzElectric: well.....since your online, i wanted to ask you something kinda important

Denki knew he shouldn’t be typing anything to them. He knew that this could make or break their entire relationship. In a couple minutes, he might be blasting The One That Got Away by Katy Perry and crying. Despite this, he waited for (y/n)’s reply.

IceStorm: sure. what’s up?

itzElectric: i feel like we have a pretty strong connection....so can we maybe see each other

You might as well have gone into cardiac arrest. This man, the man you’ve had a crush for 4 months, just asked you to meet him. Or was it a video chat request? Maybe just pictures? You needed clarification before you freaked out even more.

IceStorm: what do you mean? like in person or....?

Denki froze. In person? YOU wanted to meet HIM in person? That did not catch him off guard. No, totally not. It punched, kicked, and threw him off guard. That wasn’t suppose to happen. He wanted to video chat then meet up with you. Could this happen out of order?

IceStorm: yo....pika? gonna answer me? 

The electric boy typed before his brain could tell him to stop what he was doing.

itzElectric: can you video chat right now?

He wanted exactly what you wanted. The months of banter over chat and stupid voice memos led up to this, but you couldn’t believe it. The two of you could never be together. Denki had to have a girlfriend or boyfriend. There’s no way a catch like him would still be single. Still, you typed your response out immediately.

IceStorm: yes

Your phone began vibrating profusely due to the incoming call. In the moment, you forgot to turn on any lights. Leaping out of your bed, you scrambled to turn on the lamp that was on your desk. You then turned on the one next to the bed. Then, you did the unthinkable: you answered the call.

When the phone stopped ringing, Denki saw you. Oh my All Might.....why didn’t he do this sooner? He was floored by your looks. You were even better than perfect. Your face held a soft expression that made him turn almost as red as a tomato. Your hair complemented the irises of your eyes beautifully. It was as if you weren’t even human. You were just an angel visiting him for a brief moment.

You were seeing him in the same light. His blonde hair and bright yellow eyes made a fire ignite in your heart. He held a goofy grin, one you had imagined many nights before falling asleep. However, you were very far off. His entire persona was fixated in that grin. It was absolutely phenomenal.

“Hi,” you started, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“Hey,” he responded.

Denki was speechless. You were enamored. This was everything you both wanted.

“So,” you began, “should I call you Denki or itzElectric?”

“Whatever you want.”

Denki wasn’t using his brain anymore. It was as if he short-circuited himself without using his quirk. He was responding to everything you said from his heart. It was all out of love for you.

You giggled a bit, bringing the electricity user back to his senses.

“Why all of this suddenly?” you questioned.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Really?”

“No. I,” Denki paused and inhaled, “I needed to see you. To hear you. To just be with you.”

Your face became flushed as if you had been training for the past 5 hours. The guy you had fallen so hard for needed to see you? He wasn’t acting flirty or overly comedic. He was peaceful and had a glint in his eye. Could it be--?

“D-dude! You can’t just s-say things like that,” you stammered in the best voice possible.

Denki was whipped for you. He glanced at the clock and realized it was 2:18. He needed to be up at 7 for a morning run with Kirishima. He’s run on no sleep before from talking to you all night, but tomorrow was going to be a strenuous training day. He had to get everything off of his chest.

“Listen,” Denki said, “(y/n), I really--”

“N-no. Just w-wait a minute,” you cut in.

Two very different emotions coursed through you both. You felt a sense of purpose, bordering on the edge of extreme shyness. Denki felt nervous, bile already threatening his throat.

“I like you,” you stated.

His eyes grew the size of dinner plates. You did not just say that. He just had too much caffeine before bed. Wait, he didn’t have anything with caffeine before bed. 

“L-like as m-more than a friend. You’re really cool, and I want to see you,” you ended.

When you realized he hadn’t said anything, you panicked. Trying to cover up your embarrassment, you just started spewing out word vomit.

“You know what? Forget I said anything. It’s clear that you are totally not ready to talk about that. I mean you probably have someone else in mind, right? I’m not the best looking. My jokes are subpar. I mean, I’m not even that confi--”

“In person?”

“Wait...what?”

“Do you want to see me in person?” Denki asked.

He was floored. The person, who he had feelings for, liked him back. For the first time in his life, the pick-up lines and corny jokes worked. He was truly himself and still got the prize: love.

“Yes,” you replied. “I really, really want to see you in person.”

“You can on one condition.”

You tilted your head, clearly confused by his statement. He chuckled at this and continued talking.

“You have to let me hold your hand.”

“What?”

“I like you too, IceStorm.”

Your online username coming out of his mouth made you smile so wide. It also could’ve been the fact that the guy you fell so hard for reciprocated your feelings.

“Want to meet at the café near your school on Sunday? At around 1?” you blurted, hoping that wouldn’t be too soon for him.

“Absolutely. Speaking of which,” he began, “I need to test out my newest pick-up line.”

You rolled your eyes, faking distaste, but on the inside, you wanted nothing more than to hear it. After all, he felt the same way about you. It was bound to make your heart soar even more now.

“Do you like coffee?” he smirked. “Because I like you a latte.”

You couldn’t help bursting out in laughter and blushing profusely. He, in turn, laughed with you and felt butterflies in his stomach. This continued for a couple of minutes before both of you could catch your breaths and refocus yourselves on the conversation.

You were ecstatic. He was elated. You actually did it. You admitted your feelings to the one guy you never thought you could have. You were everything to him. He would electrocute the whole world just for you to smile if necessary. It was as if fate had finally done its job.

Forgetting about his morning run with Kirishima, Denki started a new conversation about the latest Tik Tok he saw. You replied with your usual sarcasm to which he pretended to be mortified by your opinion.

It went on for hours. The two of you were genuinely happy. Hopefully, Denki would ask you on a date soon. Maybe, you might have to, but who knows.

Suddenly, in the midst of talking about plans after high school, a knock sounded on Denki’s door. He glanced at the clock and realized it was Kirishima.

“Be out in few!” he yelled, jumping out of bed.

He threw his phone down, which still had the call going, and got dressed at lightning speed. Once you had calmed down from laughing at his urgency, he picked up the phone and said something you’ll never forget.

“I’ll see you soon, my wonderful snowflake. Zapping out!”

[nomoregoldfish]

Imagine catching Amado building secret airport in the jungle; Enemies to friends /w benefits (2/2)

This one goes out of my hands. I don’t even know what kind of monster it is now, smh. The formatting seems screwed up. Please read it on AO3 if you want. Again, if tubmlr flag the gif below, I’LL RIOT.

"Is this a date? What's the dress code? Cargo pants don't count." Amado sounds flirty when you call him the other day. It's not really his fault because you are the one who asks him out.

Since the formidable drug trafficker hasn't sent any sicario to make you disappear, you figure you still have chances to make him reconsider the plan of building an airport. You're willing to do whatever it takes to save the jungle and the ruins.

Plus seeing Amado again is not a bad idea.

You can't justify why you ignore your go-to outfit including cargo pants. Instead, you put on your tightest jeans.

You pick up Amado at four in the morning. The tall man looks sleepy and slightly confused, which is kinda cute. You offer him black coffee in your vacuum bottle. 

After the first sip, Amado turns to you with his misty down-turned eyes, "No cargo pants today?" You try not to smile, "Shut up."

You're taking him to the Palenque ruins, another Mayan site in Chiapas, just few hours drive away.

You manage to get there before the sunrise. The site hasn't opened yet but you know a secret route because you also worked on the excavation project there. 

"You have a thing for sneaking in, uh, Ms. Geologist?" You shouldn't encourage him but whatever, the banter is... fun. 

Walking with Amado in the dense mountain forest actually is a perfect date in your dictionary. Your shoes are wet with morning dew but nobody cares. Listen to birds chirping and fogs croaking in the dim light. 

"You're really not afraid of darkness, are you?" Amado sounds genuinely curious. "Why would I be? I worked on this site for years, I've known the whole place by heart." He nods, like some acknowledgement.

It's almost dawn, you look at the tinted horizon when you reach the top of the mountain. The entire ancient city of Palenque is quiet and peaceful wrapped in the jungle, reminds you why you chose what you do with your life.

"I want to show you something." It's the Temple of the Inscriptions, one of the most iconic Mayan architecture lightened up by the morning sun. Starting from the history, you explain to Amado not only the symbolic significance of the temple and the secret tomb inside, but also the epic war Emperor Pakal waged against Yaxchilán. 

Amado doesn't stop you. You keep talking, sharing your involvement in those excavation projects with him, how excited you are when a new site is discovered, how proud you felt for your team when Palenque was recognized as World Heritage Site not long ago, which meant more funds, more human resources, and better equipment for all scientists working on it for years. You want to continue to study the whole area, even several rival/ally sites in Guatemala and Belize, to find more satellite cities, battlefields, to be able to define the border of those ancient powerhouses and finally draw a map of the mysterious kingdom.

He looks at you like you're some kind of heroine. It's heartwarming but you're not sure, "So, what do you think?"

Amado's playing coy, but you're persistent. "Come on. I'm a geologist. I can't hire assassins. What else am I supposed to do to make you change your mind? Put on my most expensive dress, show off my ass, wine and dine you?"

"Though I'd love to see you in a nice dress, jeans are great, too." The northern banditote smirks, eyeing your lower body, "Plus the whole speech, I told you I love it when you talk about your job. You seem to know exactly what you're doing."

Amado doesn't promise anything. He says he'll figure something out.

You exhale deeply. At least the guy listened, you appreciate it. 

Then you find out there's nothing left in your vacuum bottle, the fucker drank all your coffee, "How am I supposed to drive back without any coffee in my system?"

Amado pulls you in for a kiss, warm and tastes much better than your shitty coffee. The fresh stubble overnight of his stings and it feels so good, you can't help cupping his face and kissing back. 

Then he announces he'd drive if you just say "El Señor de los Cielos, please." You tell him to fuck off but toss the car key to him anyway.

You haven't contacted each other after that for a while. You tell yourself it's nothing. It's not like you two have had something. 

You send people every week to monitor the construction of the airport from a hidden spot on the mountain. Meanwhile you complete the scan of the area surrounding the soon-to-be airport and find a possible target. You have to be on the ground again to confirm it. 

Unluckily you break your ankle one day in the jungle. And you don't want to put any colleague's life at risk to get near the cartel's territory. You decide to wait on Amado, you believe he's a man of his words. 

Amado surprises you one night at your camp. He jokes that a geologist can sneak into a drug cartel's property, it'd be humiliating if he doesn't return the favor. His face and neck are perfectly tanned, you want to immerse yourself in that hot chocolate. You almost jump out of excitement because you haven't seen Amado for a month. Then you remember you're confined to your desk and seat due to the injury. 

"You're expecting someone else? Ms. Geologist." Amado sounds a bit down. "I..." You want to ask him so many things. Has he figured it out? Who is in charge of the airport when he's away? And where has he been? Why does it take him so long to come back? Maybe minus the last question. It'd sound desperate. 

He says he flies from Juaréz, "One of the longest domestic flights," he claims as looking around your tent office, sketches and maps scattered all the place. When his eyes meet yours again, it's so gentle, full of fondness.

"You only want to talk about business?" He's getting close, "I just fly almost 2,000 miles and you're not even standing up. Look who's more cold-blooded than drug traffickers."

Before you realize what happens, Amado lowers his body and carries you off the chair. He doesn't touch your ankle but it still hurts when you're suddenly moved.

Amado finds out. The man in black examines your injury carefully. You never saw him so concerned before. He quickly comes to the conclusion that your injury is worse than it looks and needs better treatment. 

No, you're not gonna leave your job. You have papers to write, new budget to apply, more areas to explore. Slowly it'd recover.

"Don't you want to wade across rivers, trek through jungles, and climb mountains again? If you love your job so much, you have to get better treatment, immediately! And take some good rest. Give it a few more weeks? Oh God, you're insane." He's so mad at you.

You finally agree, and Amado insists on carrying you again to his vehicle. You know it's not your priority right now but holy fuck, he's fucking built. And you're inches away from his big nose which you've had a crush on for a while.

He's gonna fly you to the state capital Tuxtla Gutiérrez.

"You don't fly 2,000 miles just to see me, do you?" You poke him during the flight, sitting next to the sexy pilot in the cockpit is a treat. 

"Dear Ms. Geologist, remember I have a job, too?"

The pain is getting worse, Amado notices it then hands you a joint from nowhere. You're about ask whether it's legal to have weed on the plane, then you realize you're with a real drug dealer. "Not to bad to have a narcos friend, huh?" OK, you gives him that as the weed kicks in. 

"So now we're friends?" You're obviously high, and bold. Because you find your hand dangerously near his groin for no reason, fumbling. "I always wanted to touch it." You giggle. 

Amado politely removes your hand and tells you to behave.

"You know what? You could've been the most popular guy at our camp. Someone might trade blowjobs for your weed since we're just low-paid scientists and assistants." You're high like a kite.

You also "threaten" if Amado extends any further in the jungle to build more airport facilities when you're put away, you swear to God you'll...

"You'll what? Shut up and rest, cabrón. Or I'll take you directly to DF, better physicians there anyway."

And the fucker did, a day after a Chiapas physician suggests you seek the best orthopedic treatment in DF for speedy recovery.

Then Amado disappears again. You know he's probably running a drug cartel in the north, and only checking in on their hidden project near the southern border once a month or two. It's the way it is. Your lives only collide when it's meant to be. There's no fucking way you two see each other like normal people do. 

You still miss Amado, miss the banter, even his northern accent. 

During the two-month therapy in DF, you receive reports that the airport is completed, and the potential target site nearby is now a giant warehouse. You also learn a big donation is made specifically to the Yaxchilán excavation project, of course, anonymously.

That's what Amado meant by "figuring something out." You're not even mad. What's the alternate outcome when you're up against the narcos? Report it? The entire cabinet is probably in their pocket. You should be relieved that no one ends up dead during the little stupid game you played.

You can't even return the drug money because, a) you can't tell anyone where it's from; b) INAH's been underfunded for decades, the project fucking needs it, so do your colleagues.

You call that number again after you get back to the ground. You don't know how to end this, or is there anything to end? 

"Come over next weekend, I'll be there and I can explain." Amado sounds poised and calm, like he always does.

You tell yourself to keep it civil. This is a losing battle since day one.

Amado meets you in front of a warehouse, he looks great, all charming smile and open arms. All you can think of is the location of the warehouse, it must be the one. Most likely it's being buried.

"You bring flowers, how nice." It's the white birds of paradise, which suits him, El Señor de los Cielos. You tell him you're grateful for the injury advice he insisted.

"Can I show you something?" Amado opens the door of the warehouse. It all feels like yesterday, when you showed him the sunrise at Palenque, talking about your future plan. How naive were you.

Some jaw-dropping scene in front of you. The entire site of ruins, intact, locked inside the warehouse with minimal structure to shield from the rain and sunshine.

"What? You thought I'm gonna show you cocaine? No offense, baby, you can't afford the Colombian white magic. This is all you get, some fucking broken rocks with barely recognizable inscriptions." The bastard shrugs.

How did��he find this site? "Sorry. Let's say I accidentally took a copy of your scan map last time at your camp, when you were busy with your ankle problem." You fucking knew it, it's never what it looked like when it comes to Amado Carrillo Fuentes.

Yet you can't believe what you just see. It is NOT real. It can't be.

That's when harsh reality kicks in. It always starts with a but. "You can't work on it, not now." Amado explains the situation and his plan for your ruins, which he thinks it's better to keep them under the radar for now. No tomb raider would dare to approach it, you can work on many other sites first.

"Then what?" You keep digging. Amado sighs, giving you a melancholy smile, "This line of work doesn't tend to last very long. It will be yours one day. Before that, it's completely safe. You have my word." 

Amado's kind of.... correct, and practical to be honest. INAH doesn't have enough resources for thousands of projects. Even with the hard work you and your colleagues pulled, it's estimated less than 10% of the total area of Palenque was explored and partially restored.

You carefully examine the site, making notes and sketches to create a hasty profile.

Amado focuses on something else, "It seems you walk just fine. Fully recovered, no rush? Good. And has your budget been approved? Got more money? I mean, the efficiency of any bureaucratic system is questionable in this country. If it still falls short, I can...." 

You can't tell if he's been an asshole or a saint, God forbid.

"For fuck's sake, I don't want your fucking money. I just, I want...." You turn around, look defeated, "Your dick, OK? Who cares about your dirty drug money? You Sinaloan monkey!"

Amado bursts into laughter, "Why don't you take both, dear Ms. Geologist?" He put your hand below his belt buckle, "I think you made it very clear last time."

"It's your fucking nose, narizón." You gently caress it, and he's getting hard beneath the fabric and it's fucking huge.

You're on your knees, trying to take Amado's full length in. Fuck, it's difficult. You're embarrassed and he's like "Shhh, it's okay, baby."

Instead, Amado's going down on you, making your knees weak af. You have to grab the stones to stand still. 

Amado eating your out with patience, salt and pepper stubble rubbing against the most sensitive part of your body which gives you more trouble, and fingering you at the same fucking time. Let that sink in for a moment.

You don't stand a chance, you come so hard.

Amado's taking you from behind, big hands on your hips to keep you still against the ancient structure. Rock into you with deep, short thrusts. You're wet for him like rivers during monsoon season. 

Your legs are shaking when he hits right at the spot again. "Wanna to make a good girl like you squirm and scream." Fuck, Amado always gets what he desires as he pulls you hair up, leaving hickeys on your neck while he fucks you thoroughly.

The best orgasm through your whole life. And the fucker is proud of it, "Told you. You'd better take both, baby. The green and the big D."

Does it mean you really gonna take money from narcos? This is so fucked up. 

Later Amado fixes you some nice margarita, casually asking if you want to join him for a business trip to Belize the next day. "I have to buy some stuff in Belmopan. Maybe we can stop by Lamanai with my private jet after that if you'd like."

How the fuck does he know you wanted to visit the Mayan ruins in a remote foreign town for years? 

The concern becomes less shocking when you see Amado buy a bunch of Boeing 727s in Belmopan like a Sunday grocery run.

[brandstifter-sys]

Hello! As someone who has never write dukexeity before but is trying to, would you mind giving me headcanons and stuff for the ship? I heard you were a big dukexeity fan and I need some knowledge to the ship. So basically if it isn't a bother, would you mind rambling about it so I can learn?

My interpretation is not the only one or the best persey since I don't hc virgil as timid/shy so be sure to get a few other people's headcanons too!

Okay, my boys, let's see here...

Remus is like a slasher film, Virgil is like a thriller film, mix elements from both and bam great horror flick

On that note, they're the Halloween boys, give them some horror movies, candy corn, and a bunch of blankets for cuddles.

Virgil likes to go down conspiracy theory rabbit holes. Remus has fun adding fuel to Virgil's observations and creating a web.

Speaking of webs—Virgil's spider was a gift from Remus

Remus is great at pushing Virgil's buttons, and it usually ends up getting him pinned to a wall

Actually they tend to pounce on each other a lot, like giant ferrets. A friendly scuffle is fine as long as it ends in kisses.

Remus, for all of his ideas and thoughts, is actually really good at reading the room and connecting with people emotionally (when he wants) and he kept Virgil sane before AA

On the other hand, Virgil is very good at calming Remus and helping him when he's down.

President and VP of the "Roman Sucks but if you say anything mean you're dead" club

You know the early banter between Virgil and Roman? It's like that but more gross and flirty and less hurtful with Remus.

"You have a strong suit?" "Yep! My birthday suit!" "I said strong not scrawny" "You're right, that would be your birthday suit! Wanna show a scrawny dukey what strong looks like?"

Remus likes to corrupt the names of old childhood things to make nicknames for Virgil: Scare Bear, Carnage-patch Kid, Necropet, etc...

Virgil likes to use tentacle sea creatures for nicknames, Octopup is a favorite, and he usually shortens it to Pup

Virgil is the only one who appreciates and reciprocates Remus' gifts (candy with bugs, dead roses, unmentionables) in full (nsf/w candy, carnivorous plants, really cool designed weaponry)

Virgil has saved the Duke from his own creations a number of times... because Remus wanted to see the fight in fight-or-flight

Virgil has saved the duke from his brother's creations a number of times because Remus is good at pissing people off.

Remus showers all the time but he only wears deodorant for Virge.

Cuddles are a must, especially when they're both having a bad day

These two are trouble when they team up. The pranks are ingenious

Virgil is a really good dancer and he's definitely spent an entire day dancing with Remus, like any partner dance you can think of. But shhh... Virgil has a reputation.

Virgil is constantly trying to save face as the scary emo because he's scared of losing his image. Remus is the only one who's seen him bopping to Spice Girls and singing along. Of course he had to join in.

Remus likes dragging Virgil on adventures. Virgil likes dragging him to concerts.

Virgil likes to pet Remus' hair because it's soft af and it makes Remus cuddly.

Flopping on the other's lap is just another way to say hi I love you

Virgil always shows Remus new songs first.

Any cliche dating trope you can think of they have a twist on it, a mildly threatening, scary, gross twist that's really sweet in its own way

These two have a lot of energy. Expect some sort of chaos and dark ideas

They have a system of head tilts and grunts that work as conversation when they're worn out. Yes Remus can get tired!

Virgil might act a little grossed out by the dirty jokes but he still laughs (because let's face it he's probably into it)

Nonsensical conversations at 4am? Words are as fake as Patton's glasses! ("Dick a dork eat!")

Virgil is a reflex. Remus can't sneak up on him. He is still trying to get a surprise kiss in. Virgil can sneak up on him and cover him in kisses.

Sparring in the imagination is more fun when your opponent is fast and snarky and playful. Plus the cuddles afterward are excellent.

These two are very physically inclined (It's a special privilege to be welcome to touch Virgil in any capacity) so the hand holding and cheek kisses and side hugs in public make Remus a happy duke.

The snuggles and near constant bumping into his side and head pets in private make Remus swoon

Remus is a gift giver. Virgil has a whole box of cool rocks and bones from Remus

Emo love poems? Angsty sonnets? Remus loves hearing them

They sing villain songs together

They watch non-Disney animated movies

They're cute and creepy dorks who are just a lot unconventional and I have a problem. I hope this is what you're looking for!

[innately-pretentious]

An HP ship plz ?💕 I don't mind any era so I let you pick a character in whatever ! Let's give 1st essential information : I'm a straight black girl, sorted slytherin but more like a slytherdor. my mbti is entp, and my zodiac : aries. ( sun in aries, moon in Sagittarius and rising in Capricorn) tall of 173cm with mid back black curly hair. My body is kind of tied between athletic and curvy shaped. I wear in general streetwear and tomboyish clothes but also decently revealing ones I think for society ? Like crop tops or skirt/dress but not the two at the same time ? If I show legs I don't expose my stomach for exemple.

I like sports, (my fav is 🏀) also food (im a gluton) and intellectual things like debating, MEMES, learning, languages. Also cards/video games. I often walk outside alone, play street-basket, eat or practice cooking, draw, write, learn about any subject or play videos games.

My personality is w/ no doubt well polyvalent, like I can be a lot of things in function of my mood. But I would say that im generally chaotic, playful, sassy, funny, intuitive, passionate, competitive and someone you wouldn't want to mess up with cause I will make you regret, i'm hot tempered and I think this is in my aura too cause 1st peoples find me intimidating despite they say I'm charismatic. However, i value honesty, courage, justice, loyalty, knowledge and independance. I'm quite prideful, fear failures, weakness, boredrom and fear to have fears if you know what I mean ?

I'm ambiverted and lean toward extravert (im 60%) I would say despite being picky about friends and don't trust easily. I'm ambitious, creative w/ rebelious tendencies, very smart ( a top student) but my attitude isn't and I give no fuck. Then just few anectdocts : I can be flirty but don't take very well come backs, im awkwardly shy after like a sort of weird tsundere but I don't yell baka ? Also I did like a lot of dumb things in my chilhood, if i'm a actual smartie I was sooo duumb before. Also naive and the betrayal of one of my "friends" changed me w/ something maybe people would define as cyber harcelement or hacking ? Strange story w/ popular kids AnYwAY. I think its all ? And yeah I like caramel and i want to speak various languages and study economics and world history.

I ship you with Sirius! 

You guys would literally get along so well together! He was initially attracted to your unique sense of style, loving the way you stood out from a crowd and were not afraid to show a more tomboy-ish look. He can’t quite explain the way he interprets your look, but he is enthralled by the way you can rock a casual streetwear outfit and look effortless. 

ENTPs are notorious for keeping people on their toes, never falling short in terms of a creative comeback or reply. He loves the way you always challenge his views, offering an alternative perspective.Aries’ are known for being extremely passionate, paired along with your rising and adjacent signs is a recipe for some wild conversations. You often find yourselves speaking over one another, adding something new to the conversation. The rest of the marauders cannot get over how alike the two of you are, they literally can not get a word in edgeways when the both of you are together. They are grateful however, they know their friend has finally found someone who can keep up with his antics. With your astrological chart, you can be stubborn on occasion, Remus has definitely had to intervene when neither of you are going to change your opinion. You hardly get into serious arguments, both agreeing to disagree rather than continue being mad. 

One of your favourite things to do is to explore the forbidden forest together. You both have a slight disregard for the rules and are constantly daring each other to push the boundaries of the rules. Every time you two go into the forest you manage to go deeper and deeper, both filled to the brim with fear. Neither one of you wants to admit that they are scared, both being Gryffindor/Slytherin, the rivalry is definitely clear! You love to challenge each other to new limits. But, he always makes sure you both keep one arm of hand on one another. Not only to reassure yourselves, but Sirius is protective. He often offers to walk in front of you, making sure the coast is clear before continuing your latest adventure. He knows you can look after yourself, but he feels it is his job to keep an eye on you, no matter how capable you are. 

Once you get to know each other more deeply, he can see you start to let your guard down. Seeing your personality start to open up is something that makes his heart soar, he might even get a bit cocky. Knowing that you are beginning to trust him is something he takes major pride in. You often share evening sneaking into each others common rooms, staying up til the early hours, just talking. Hands loosely intertwined, half asleep conversations, sharing the most intimate parts of yourselves to one another. You both have walls built up, therefore letting them fall is something you both cherish. 

The rest of the marauders are grateful you have joined their friendship circle, you instantly gained their respect and trust after seeing how you interact with their friend Sirius. Remus cannot believe they managed to find a female replica of their best friend. James is less surprised, he can see how well the two of you get along, the friendly banter and playful arguments is mesmerising to watch. They could not be happier for their friend, they seek to invite you whenever they go on a wild adventure, insisting you are just as much part of the group as they are, even if you were sorted into Slytherin. Although, you do possess some Gryffindor traits!

The song I associate with you guys would be ��Love Me Two Times’ by The Doors!

[carefulvenom]

Bag of Bugles and a Spell

sheogasms said: had an idea for a carol x fem!reader(pre relationship): carol has been trying to hide her feelings for the reader but, on a mission, she gets hit with some charm/spell that makes her even more stupidly in love with the reader. it makes her super soft and extremely flirty towards the reader, no matter who’s around. possible comedic fluff? (also thank you sm for doing these ur writing is amazing and im gonna lowkey keep bothering u w prompts)

A/N: omg this is the cutest prompt ever!! I was super excited to write this although I feel like I suck at fluff!! thank u for sending in I love hearing all of your ideas, hope I do them justice! also, I made Carol a lil bit of a cornball...she’s just weird

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: some language and minor violence/shooting

You’ve had three missions with Carol this month. The missions have been fairly easy and they’re over pretty quickly, which makes sense considering you and Carol are a hell of a team. You and Fury seem to think so and you’re hoping Carol thinks the same. You like spending time with her, even if you’re drenched in blood and dirt and killing people at the same time. There are not many people who you can experience that with, and that’s why Carol is so great. She cracks jokes, you tease each other, you have hilarious banter, she sends funny looks your way when you overhear something stupid over the coms, and she’s very confident and energetic. 

So, when you find out Fury had paired the two of you up again, you’re ecstatic. Even if it’s a stakeout mission. You’re geared up and ready to go, standing patiently outside the entrance of the Avengers compound, when you see Carol walk up to you in her suit. She looks great, but she does a stupid dance and spin to show off her suit that you’ve seen endless times. You sarcastically clap.

“Hey, partner,” Carol smiles kindly at you. “Ready to kick- watch some ass?”

You giggle. “Yes, ma’am. Let’s watch that ass.”

--

You and Carol have laid on the same roof for what seems to be hours. You brought snacks with the hope that you could stay filled up and energized while doing basically nothing. Too bad Carol’s been eating them all. She shakes the last of the bag of Bugles into her mouth and chomps on the crumbs just leaving you to stare at her. She turns her head to look at you and her mouth is full and crunching. You’re staring at her, saying nothing. She’s eating all your damn snacks.

She swallows quickly. “These were to share, right? I’m good?”

“Yeah, they were to share. Too bad you ate them all.” You try to scold her but end up giggling.

“Well don’t blame me! It’s boring! What am I supposed to do, just stare through these binoculars?”

“Yes, Carol, that’s exactly what we’re supposed to do.”

“Well, Y/N, how about I just...ya know...not do that,” Carol suggests, wriggling her eyebrows. But you have no idea what she’s suggesting.

“Fuck are you on about? You’re already doing nothing. You’re not even watching the subject.”

“Perhaps I shall get in on the action myself, m’lady.” Carol proposes with a very bad cockney accent.

“Okay, what?” you sigh and press your fingers to your eyebrows. You’re sat there, shaking your head when you start to laugh. You look up at her and she’s laughing back too. 

“I mean...hold my beer.”

“Carol, wh-” you start. There’s not even a beer anywhere. 

Carol, of course, makes a big scene by doing jumping off the ledge and doing her trademark superhero landing on the roof of the building in front of you. She starts to run and you immediately get off your feet and jump down to follow her. Of course, she’s running to the action, the girl can’t sit still for more than 5 minutes. You understand that completely, but you don’t understand why she would disturb something that’s meant to be observed. You’re supposed to keep a log and report back to S.H.I.E.L.D with the information. But, Carol decides to run ahead of you and you have to follow her, climbing down fire escape stairways and jumping on trash bins. 

You’re finally caught up to her when she hiding on the side of the building you’ve been watching. She’s waiting for a proper time to enter. You genuinely don’t even know what to do. You would try to stop her but you know Carol isn’t one that is stopped. You’d try to talk to her but she’d just run away into the building. You sigh probably a bit too loudly. You suppose you’re going in with her. 

The subjects you’ve been watching are a small threat, hence the fact that you’re just watching them instead of capturing them. That might change soon, though. Carol can be a wildcard at times but it’s dealt with considering that she’s just so powerful. She makes a signal with her hand and enters the building. You follow reluctantly with your gun in hand, checking corners and behind you before walking further. She leads you to a room in the back that seems to be empty and looks out of the door cautiously but curiously.

“Carol, we didn’t even check the security. They probably know we’re here.”

She puts her finger up to her mouth, gesturing for you to be quiet. You’re sure your eyes roll back into your head, but she gives you a playful push backward and giggles very lightly. 

You’re caught up staring at her and her cheeky smile when you see a person in front of you. Carol is turned towards you, unaware. You duck away quickly, grabbing her by the waist to bring you to the ground with her as your hand extends your gun to shoot. You shoot him, but it’s too late. Carol seems to be unconscious. You try to wake her quickly and look on her for any wounds but you can’t seem to find anything. She must’ve gotten a spell put on her.

You stand up, looking out the doorway. You see two armed men and you shoot both of them, allowing an opportunity to exit. Stealth and speed are very important in this situation, so you grab Carol quickly and you carry her in front of you. You’re running at full speed out of the building with Carol in your arms and you make it far enough down the block into a hidden alleyway to hit your com.

“Carol was being a dumbass. Got a spell put on her or something. She’s unconscious but she has a pulse and vitals seem fine. I’ll be making my way back to the spot. I’ll keep you updated.”

Maria Hill’s voice comes through the speaker. “Okay. Make sure she’s safe and head back as soon as you can. Need any backup?” 

“No, I got it. Thank you.” You click off your com.

You decide to go inside the building this time, unlike Carol who decides to jump off things and run down fire escapes. You hurry into the elevator and try to avoid as much eye contact or attention as possible. You head up to the roof and place Carol on the spot where she was laying before.

You wave the empty bag of bugles in her face, smacking her with it. “Hey, goofy, wake up.”

She’s still unconscious. You sigh, and reach your hand back, about to slap her hard. Her eyes flutter open all of a sudden and you immediately pull your hand down.

“Hey! Hey Carol,” you smile. “I’m so glad you’re awake now.”

“Mmmmm,” She moans and sits up slowly, staring at you for a few seconds. “Hey, gorgeous. Goooorgeous. My jaw hits the flooorgeous.”

Your jaw opens and your mouth is agape. You turn your head and chuckle, blushing hard. She never ceases to surprise you. You wonder what type of spell she’s under or what she’s coming off of.

“What, they got you drunk or something?”

“No!” Carol yells, very loudly. She looks and sounds like a toddler. It actually startles you. “But I’m drunk off of youuuu.”

“Okay. Understandable. I’d flirt with me too. But I’m gonna need you to quiet down and help me pick up this stuff so we can go back to the compound,” you reply, trying to keep your cool. She’s flirting with you and you love it. You’ve been waiting for this.

“You cute dumbass! I’ve been flirting with you this whole time!” Carol yells again. She definitely sounds drunk, but man, are you reveling in this. It feels so good to hear.

“No, listen here. You’re the dumbass. Be quiet and let’s go.”

“Ooooooooh. Yes, ma’am!” she salutes. “A woman in charge. That’s what I like about you. Not to mention how beautiful you are.”

You’re actually blushing like crazy, but you’re worried she’s not meaning anything she’s saying, so you’re trying to be serious. Also, you’ve got places to be.

“Carol, can you ple-”

“And THAT ASS. It’s a MARVEL. Captain Marvelous Ass over here! God damn!” She starts cracking up at her own joke and you can’t help but laugh too. You knew you’d have fun on this mission. 

“You’ve got a pretty nice ass too, Miss Drunk Toddler.”

“I am not a trunk ogler!” Carol whines, crawling over to you and placing her head on your shoulder. You're both sitting criss-cross and staring off at the cityscape. “I am a Y/N lover. And I love it.”

“Carol, you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You drive me crazy. In a good way and a bad way.” Mostly bad way. You’re always blushing whenever she’s around, and you’re always wanting to just place your hand on hers. You like Carol. You have ever since you met her.

“Let’s go to the museum and get ice cream. I want to take you on a date. Take you to paradise.” she drifts off, then gasps. “Two tickets to paradise! Eddie Money!”

“Yeah, that’s right. Eddie Money.” You say softly, looking down at her. You can see the moonlight accentuate how her eyelashes lay on her cheek. You can see her blonde hair framing her beautiful face in just a way that makes you want to kiss her nose. You can see a smile sitting on her lips and a dreamy sigh come out of her mouth.

“I like you, Y/N. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to take care of you, I want to do everything together. I’m starting to feel a little bit more normal. But this is right. Feels good.”

“Does feel good, doesn’t it Carol? I like you too. I always have.” you smile down at her. 

She looks up at you, surprised. She nearly gasps. She pats your chest excitedly, like a child or a dog, and she leans her head back on your shoulder. 

“Although I’d be the one taking care of you, you big dummy.” you tease, tousling her hair and then kissing her head. “I  hope you remember this.”

You sit in silence for a bit, feeling the breeze run through your hair and the warmth in your heart radiate to your body. You’re happy, and you’re staring at the city and stars in front of you. You have Carol, what else could you need?

Maria’s voice comes through your com again, startling you. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, she’s just a little out of it. We’ll be packing up in a second and we’re gonna need a car.”

“Sounds good.”

You nudge Carol and stand up, extending your arm for her to grab your hand. You lift her up and she doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Can we pack up now, please?” You ask her, softly. She nods quickly and grabs the binoculars on the ground as you fold up the blanket. You take the binoculars from her and put them in your backpack. Putting the backpack on, you extend your hand for Carol’s again. She’s picking up the Bugles bag and looking inside, frowning. 

“You literally just ate them all. Did you think they were going to reappear?”

“Shut up. Maybe I did.” Carol laughs and takes your hand. You make your way down to the lobby and get in the backseat of the car. The driver nods to you and you nod back. Carol rests her head on your shoulder again.

--

After tucking Carol into bed, you find your way to yours and plop down face first. You squeal and smile into your pillow and hope to god she remembers this. Or at least, meant it. 

You wake up in the morning and check your phone first thing. There’s a text from Carol.

I meant it all. We still going for ice cream and a museum trip?

Oh, and I’m sorry for eating all your Bugles. I’ll get you more on our date.

 All you can do is smile as you lay down in your bed, taking in the warmth of the sunlight shining through your window. 

Finally.

[sprydecreates]

ferry lookout

requested: nope

warnings: mentions of drinking, language

pairings: calum hood x reader

type: fluff w an angst scene ; headcanon/list ; 3.4k+ words ; gender neutral

summary: you and college!calum finally thought you had found something with each other. too bad there was a miscommunication. or is it?

a/n: i originally intended for this to be a valentine’s day thing, but it never felt right for it. so i spruced it up, and i think it finally feels decent.

i’ve been off my writing game for a bit, so i’m sorry if it feels different halfway through (this is due to being off me game and also changing the idea completely). hope you like it either way! i think it’s sweet.

it was a kind of restless night, and you and calum were having a drive to a lookout.

everyone had things to do, except cal.

ash had a night at the club

mike and luke were studying for an exam they both had the following day

so, cal texted you and asked if you wanted to hang out.

you and calum exchanged numbers the semester before

you sat together for economics, and contacted each other for homework help usually

since it was during spring semester, you both went your separate ways for summer, and didn’t really contact each other

there were the occasional likes on instagram, and texts of memes about how awful the professor was, but nothing else

pretty much an excuse for you two to still talk

you both thought the other was cute, but you didn’t know how to come forward with it. as, you could see, all you two talked about was class, and memes relating to the class

when classes started again, you got a text from calum asking what you were taking

you didn’t have any of the same classes, as your majors were polar opposites

but, he did wish you a good year, and said if you needed any help with your math course, he’d be glad to help

you two spoke every other day, but nothing huge

the lookout was popular with locals, but you hadn’t ever went up there, or heard of it rather, so calum insisted that was where you two would go.

initially, you were just going to grab some late night snacks and head back to his apartment

but on the way, you passed the lookout.

“where’s that little road go?”

“what do you mean where does it go?”

“uh, like, is there a house up there?”

calum pointed to the lookout sign, “are you talking about that one? with the huge ass sign saying ‘ferry lookout’?”

“so, it leads to a lookout?”

“...have you never been?”

“no..? is it big or something?”

calum gives you a playful side eye, then focuses on the road again, “i’ve been up there so many times i can’t count. i can’t believe you’ve never heard of this place. this calls for a change of plans, we’re going up there.”

so, after grabbing your respective late night favorites, you and calum headed towards the lookout.

on the drive, you took this opportunity to ask calum how long he has lived here

“uhh, like. five years, maybe?” calum answered while turning into the road to the lookout.

“ah, i see. so you’re from australia, right?”

“yup. accent give it away?”

“yeah, i mean i noticed you say your i’s like ‘oi’. like you pronounce your friend michael’s name as ‘moie-kol’. but i noticed on instagram that that’s where you went for summer, and you have sydney as your hometown.”

“oh, yeah. i always go back home for the summer to see my family.”

“wait so you’re out here on your own?”

the car neared the parking spaces for the overlook, and calum parked the car in the middle of the lot before continuing his story, “yup. i, well, me and my friends, moved here when we were younger for our band. i was about seventeen at the time.” calum reached into the 7-eleven bag and popped open his bag of pretzels, “we moved here because our first album went kinda big, at least on social media. so we made the choice to pack up, and see what america had for us. we got here, got too cocky, and it all went to shit. had to go back home for a little, live with my parents, save enough money, and then came back.”

“well?” you had already gotten your snack ready, munching from time to time while calum spoke.

“you want the full story?” he glanced over to you, chuckling a bit after seeing you scrunched up in the passenger seat, eager to hear his story for once.

“hell yeah! i wanna know what happened to this band of yours. pleeeeease?”

he quickly swallowed the pretzel he was chewing, and took a gulp of his slurpee, “okay okay, fine. we’re called bromance, by the way. but after we came back, we were still together, just not so hard. like, instead of us making music for fame, we made it because we wanted to. like we sat back in straya talking about what we needed to do, cause we went from thinking we’d hit it big, to having to ask our parents for money for a plane ticket back home. we already had two year leases on two apartments, and we couldn’t exactly break them, so we worked until we had enough money to cover a few months rent on our own, and then we came back. got more jobs, and stabled ourselves.”

you nodded, and closed your jaw which had been slacking with admiration, “is that why you went to college here too?”

he nodded back to you, “mhm. that’s why i’m twenty-two and in second year classes still - i could only afford to take like three courses per semester, if that.”

you held up a hand and shook your head, tilting it downward while doing so, “no judging here, i’m only here because i won a scholarship. i’d be back in my hometown in the local community college if it wasn’t for it, honestly.”

calum raised an eyebrow, “damn, you got a scholarship?”

“yeah, i wrote an essay about my life struggles, and they gave it to me.” you shrugged, and then realized how ungrateful you sounded, “don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful for it, i just don’t see how i got in with it.”

calum pushed and stretched out his bottom lip in both agreement and confusion before he spoke, “well, it must’ve been good if you got in.”

“eh, whatever. tell me more about you, though. i wanna know about your family, and this little bird named ‘mali’ you have tattooed on you.”

for the next hour or so, you and calum explored each others past, and present. the conversation kind of went dry when it came back to this lookout, as you two pretty much knew everything about it that you needed to.

calum was staring out at the vast lights carrying the city to sleep, and he spoke softly to keep the mood, “i still can’t believe you’ve been here for two years and you haven’t been up here. it’s like, the most romantic spot i know.”

you scoffed, raising your hand and shooing off his last comment, “bold of you to assume anyone has asked me on a date since i got here.”

he scrunched the left side of his lip up while looking over to you, “you’re kidding.”

“well, halfway,” you began, lightly speaking with your hands, “i’ve been asked out, but it’s only to fuck.”

calum turns his head back to the view, “i can see that. i never got that bit; i love going on dates, and hanging out and stuff. i don’t know why it’s been looked at as a joke from 2017 on.”

“right?!” you snap your head to calum, “it’s like, what the fuck ever happened to just chilling with a person for a couple of weeks or something and getting to know them that way instead of playing an over-sexualized game of twenty-one questions?”

calum widened his eyes, pointing his index finger at you while you spoke, “honestly!” you two exchanged feelings about current relationships standards and past relationship complications, until it got kind of serious on calum’s ends: “that’s why i don’t really believe in love. cause like, i always try to be a nice guy, like an actually nice one and not a ‘m’lady’ neckbeard thing, but i always get fucked over. and i try, but it’s like, why even attempt if you know something will never come to you?”

you sighed, nodding along with what he was saying, “i get that. but at the same time, you gotta look at the world around you. there’s what, nine or ten billion people in the world that you haven’t met?”

“yeah, but it’s like, if i were meant to fall in love, shouldn’t i have already found a trace of something real?”

you raised your eyebrows, gaining a stern but gentle tone with him, “calum you can’t base love off of what you got when you were seventeen and in your first real relationship. we were kids, and we’re bound to break ‘love’, no matter what age we are. people fall in love at forty, some at twenty - some with their hometown best friend, some with a person halfway across the world. love isn’t dead because it didn’t happen to you like it did in the movies. wouldn’t you rather have something real as to something scripted?”

and with that, calum mentally took note, and decided maybe he’d give love a chance again.

but, that was roughly four and a half months ago.

it was now the end of april, and you and calum had gotten closer than ever.

after the night drive and you both got home safely, he texted you and said, “Thanks for a fun night. It’s cliche as hell, but I think you’ve opened my eyes a bit. Hope to hang soon.”

of course, you two hung out two days after. and two days after that. and after that, and so on.

it was really cute though

lots of sweet banter

couple of deep conversations at each others apartments at two in the morning

which would turn into sleep overs after you two talked more

comments on instagram that were kinda flirty, but still open-ended

any lovey dovey stuff, really

your notes on calum:

really, really good guy. god tier guy.

very romantic, but not a huge fan of pda

humble

insecure but passes it off as humor and refuses to take a compliment or believe someone might like him

offers you hoodies when it’s upwards of seventy-five degrees inside

has made you several home cooked meals

doesn’t shame you or put you down if you’re having bad mental health days and need space

says your name reeeeaaaalllly giggly if he’s feeling soft

knows stan language and actually made a stan account for his own band to secretly interact with fans because you told him about an au where that happens

he of course didn’t tell you to make a stan account for him so you can recreate said au

brought you back a surfboard key chain with your name on it from his trip to australia for christmas

you’re in love with him

calum’s notes on you:

realistic

pushy in the right ways

honest, but sometimes in a backhanded compliment type of way

fashion forward, has given him a couple of new styles to work with

encourages him to try new things and to fully be himself

plays with his hair in order for him to fall asleep

leads to cuddling because he had his arm around your waist and head on your upper torso

gives him confidence to try out ‘feminine’ things (painted nails, (heart stud) earrings, etc)

up to talk about his problems with him

gets along with his friends, and doesn’t act weird because they went viral a couple of times

also interacts with fans as though you’re a stan account yourself

stays around to help with homework, even if you don’t know a thing about what he’s doing

comfortable silence is brought up here too

he’s in love with you

spring is of course, the season of budding romance. or, at least it is to you.

you know, flowers blooming, warm sunsets and seeing each other in golden hour, an overwhelming sense of acoustic guitar playing in the background; that sort of thing.

so, you know what that means?

you decide to ask calum out on a date.

yeah, you! you know he likes you, what could go wrong? 

on a friday evening, you got dressed up, and decided to take calum on a fancy dinner date.

you were ready to go at about six, and gave calum a ring.

“hey (y/n)!”

“hey calum,” you were smiling ear to ear at this point, “whatcha up to?”

“eh, nothing too big. what about you?”

“oh, you’re up to something?”

“umm! kinda but not really?”

your smile drooped, and your tone changed, “oh, alright. cool.”

calum was silent for a second before speaking in a concerned, soft tone, “everything alright?”

you were breathing in through your nose to stop the tears brimming, “yeah, not a problem. i’ll leave you to it. see you.”

what the fuck?!!?!!!!!!!!!!/!?!!!!!!!!!e,me39834,m?!?!?!?

calum? going out????

he wasn’t seeing anyone?E>.dW>QDLWE<

oh my god it was that girl commenting on his pictures that he followed back

he played you

oh my GOD he played you and you LET IT HAPPEN. YOU THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE FOR YOU AND HE SAT AND SWEET TALKED YOU INTO BELIEVING HE LIKED YOU TOO AND PROBABLY GOT MAD BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LET HIM HIT IT YET

YOU KNEW WHEN HE SAID HE WASN’T A M’LADY HEADASS THAT HE WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

coincidentally, your best friend, (y/f/n) called:

“hello?”

“hey! whats up?”

since you and calum were never an official ‘thing’ (even though you told your friends you thought something would happen), you decided to keep it calm, “not a thing, why?”

“wanna come help me get ready? i’m going to the club an-”

“sure, be over in ten.”

(y/f/n) seemed a bit off, but you didn’t really pay attention. you were just trying to get wasted, and throw away the feelings you thought were finally, fine.

this being said, you two jetted to the club.

“hey, (y/n)?” (y/f/n) asked, turning their head to face you.

you turned your head to (y/f/n) while you waited in line to get into the building, “what?”

“is everything, like, good?”

you turned away from them, nodding once, “i’m gonna make it be.”

about an hour and a half after you both got into the club, you received a text from calum.

“You busy?”

left on read

“If u sent something, I never got it”

left on read

“Is everything okay?”

left on read

“Dude what’s going on?”

you rolled your eyes, and angrily slid your phone onto the table in front of you, grabbing what’s left of your second drink and taking a swig. (y/f/n) watched and started to question.

“what’s up?”

you finally broke, “calum.”

(y/f/n) rose an eyebrow, “what about him?”

you sighed, “i finally thought we were gonna be something. i thought he liked me, but right when i got up the courage to ask him out, he told me he had something planned.”

(y/f/n)’s eyes widened, and they started to stutter, “he uh, he said he had something, planned? when? like right now?”

you nodded while you spoke, “yeah,” your hand flew from the crossed position it was in and pointed to your upside down phone, “right before you called, he told me he had something to do.”

“what do you think he’s doing?”

“no clue. he usually tells me he’s going out with his band mates, cause he had to call me one night to help him get one of ‘em home. so he’s always told me to keep me on standby. this time, he seemed really giddy, and like nervous.” you sat quiet for a few seconds, debating on whether or not to stop yourself from tearing up again, “so i’m guessing he found someone and didn’t wanna tell me.”

(y/f/n) picked up their phone halfway through you speaking, probably to look people up to mark out suspected people for later, “i dunno (y/n), i think you’re over thinking a bit.”

you gave (y/f/n) a defeated sigh, shrugging afterwards, “i don’t know. i mean i hope not, but i’m not gonna hold my breath.”

after a few minutes of tense silence, (y/f/n) suggests you two leave, and head back to your apartment to talk.

on the way back, you got to complain about how you thought calum was made for you.

(y/f/n) did keep smiling weirdly. were they the one calum was seeing?   

thoughts came to a standstill, though.

why?

calum’s car was in the parking lot.

or at least it looked like it. you didn’t have his tag memorized, obviously.

(y/f/n) parked, and finally turned to you with a not really well hidden smile, “sorry you thought something was up.”

you had your eyebrows furrowed, “what?”

all they said was, “have fun,” and ushered you out of their car.

you, although confused, walked up to the front door and started towards your room.

when you unlocked your door, you heard a soft guitar playing from what sounded like your living room.

you tiptoed into the dimly lit room, and turned the light switch on. there sat calum, a yellow tinted acoustic guitar sat on his thigh as he strummed it, and started to sing the good side by troye sivan.

it was one of those songs you told calum about, and how it reminded you of him.

not in a ‘we broke up and one of us felt worse than the other’ way, but more or less, ‘we’ll meet in the spring’, as you two did come back to each other during that season; ‘traveled the universe twice’, where he came from australia and stayed by fate; ‘i got the good side’, as you found growth and goodness through each other in hard times. so, in a ‘i love you, and the universe wanted us together’ way.

throughout the song, you had found yourself sat in front of calum, your heart beating as though you had just ran a marathon, and it only sped up as the song ended.

you sat with your palms pressed against the insides of your calves, staring at calum as he let a wide smile settle on his face. he spoke while he sat his guitar on the table in front of the couch where you both sat, “sorry about lying.”

you finally found the strength to whisper, “about?”

he had positioned himself closer to you, now looking into your eyes, “being busy. i mean, i was kinda busy, setting this place up and all.”

you took the opportunity to look around for once, seeing that he had picked up a bundle of your favorite flowers, and scattered them around the room. he had a couple of candles lit that you had smelled since you walked in. and you didn’t know if he meant to, but he was wearing the shirt he wore when you two went to the overlook for the first time.

after taking it all in, you turned back to him, “you did this, all, for me?”

he nodded, giggling a little at your surprise, “mhm. you look beautiful, by the way.”

“wait, did you know?”

“know what?”

“that i liked you?”

“wait, you?” he cocked his head to the side, trying to form a sentence.

“yeah? i was going to take you out to dinner tonight, and like when you said you were busy, that’s why i got so distant, cause i you know thought you were entertaining someone and i got jealous-”

you were cut off by calum cupping your cheeks, “i’m so sorry, i didn’t think to word it differently i just thought you were having like, a night or something and got annoyed not because you thought i liked someone else.”

your palms found their way to calum’s cheeks as well, “no it’s nothing now, i just got freaked out and overreacted without giving you a chance. i’m sorry too.” calum had started to rub his thumbs against your cheekbones, and it threw off your thought process a bit.

this was all you wanted. this, is all you wanted, and it’s right here in front of you; rambling, and shaking, and loving.

“please.” you shook out of your realization, and asked him to repeat himself, “kiss me, please. i’ll pay you if need be.”

to say the least, he paid you in rent money when he moved in five months later, in tickets used to meet his and your family, in presents exchanged during holidays, in a down payment on a house, in baby clothes for your four dogs, and obviously, in all the love he had ever given / had for anyone he had ever met: you. his soulmate that he fell in love with due to an unplanned first date.

[mysteli]

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A/N: soooooo... this fic is something I was really excited about it and i think it turned out ok but ya’ll are gonna have to be the judges here. jake x mc like everything I write and it’s my rare attempt at smut so... lets hope and pray I got this right. 

Warning: smut

Words: 3653

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Summary: After the training, Jake and Logan express their emotions through a nice, soothing shower... with a little more steam than usual.

ENDLESS SUMMER FAN FICTION TENSION

As the training finishes up, Estela starts towards the Celestial, prepared to leave Jake and Logan on the beach alone, since she can’t be bothered listening to anymore of their flirty banter and they spent more time sharing looks than actually fighting. At least Logan learnt something and she’s turned out to be a rather decent fighter but Estela just wants to leave now.

“Alright, you two. I’m gonna go and stuff my face with food before the Vaanti kill us all.” Estela announces, before turning back and making her way up the beach. 

“Alright, Katniss.” Jake waves her off and Logan does the same before meeting eyes with each other, a moment of silence occurring and spreading a familiar tension in the air.

Everything that’s been happening has be insane since they arrived but nothing seems to have changed with Jake and Logan’s standing with each other. They’ve always had this undeniable connection than they’ve never really chosen to acknowledge but they’ve always known it’s there. They’re almost always flirting and interacting with one another. And they have this undying need to protect one another from anything and everything. It’s so painfully obvious as well that they’ve never been able to deny it. Everyone in the group seems to have noticed and it’s surprising that no one has interrogated Jake or Logan about it. 

Jake has tries his hardest to not care for Logan the way he does. The best thing he could have done is hate her. But he can’t fucking help himself when it comes to her. She’s crazy in all the best damn ways and so goddamn amazing in looks and personality. Seriously, she’s probably the sexiest woman Jake has ever encountered and the fact that she’s stood before him in a bikini right now is driving him up the wall.

As the unbearable silence continues, Jake tries to summon any sort of response in order to break the ice in the air. “...Not bad for your first dance, Princess.” He applauds her, ruffling her hair in a playful manor. 

Logan throws her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow at Jake in a questioning manor. “Really? Not bad? I thought I did pretty good. Knocked you out.” She corrects, a smirk crossing her lips. 

“Ha. You barely got me on the ground, Princess.” Jake clarifies, chuckling under his breath and watching Logan roll her eyes in response.

“Oh please. I took out one of your precious abs.” Logan bites back, running a hand slowly through her platinum hair as her eyes drift over Jake’s abdomen. For a moment, Jake thought he caught her checking him out but turns out, she’s gesturing to the mark on his stomach from her tackle to him earlier. 

Jake’s eye catches the sight of Logan’s simple movement of running a hand through her locks and it affects him in ways it probably shouldn’t. His cerulean gaze is guided over her petite figure, which is hugged by her violet two-piece. Her body is soaked from the attack in the water although is hair is dryer than the rest of her. She looks so goddamn irresistible, especially as remaining drops of water drift down her pale skin and her beauty is enlightened by the powerful glow of the sun. 

To avoid his body reacting, Jake hangs his head and places both hands behind his neck, exhaling sharply. “Nah, Princess. I never break like that.” 

Logan saunters up to Jake with a rather skeptical expression fixed on her face, her ocean eyes darkening and her hips swaying rhythmically. “Oh really?” She whispers in a husky tone, pausing inches away from Jake’s face and causing him to swallow hard, struggling to handle how forward she’s being right now. Maybe it was all just waiting to happen. 

“Fuck...” Jake curses, as Logan bites down on her lower lip, moving so she can press her palms against Jake’s bare chest, running her hands up to his neck in an agonisingly slow manor.

“You look like you’re about to break right now.” Logan retorts, her smirk widening as she leans in closer to Jake, her heavy breath gazing his lower lip and Jake shudders at the sensation. 

“Lets just say it’s easier when it comes to you, darlin’.” Jake counters, twisting Logan in his arms as she tries to reach his lips, suddenly feeling the need to tease her in the same way she is doing right now. “But not easy enough.” He adds, confusing Logan at first.

In one swift motion, Jake pins Logan on the  sand that scatters the beach, taking her completely by surprise. He keeps her down by latching his hand onto her shoulders, his firm grip keeping her down no matter how much she struggles. He steals the smirk from Logan’s face and keeps it for himself, his lips curving up as he eyes Logan with complete satisfaction as his eyes when she finally surrenders. 

Furrowing her brows, Logan tries to stop herself from smiling. “Wow, Aragorn. I’m almost impressed.” She admits, the sun’s reflection glistening in her ocean eyes and Jake is captivated by it for a long moment, remaining absolutely silence. 

“Fuck...” Jake curses again, blinking back a few times to break himself out of the delirious trance. Alarmed, Logan brushes the stray strands that hide the meaning in his expression away from his face, only to be greeted by frustration playing at his eyes.

“Jake, what’s wrong?” Logan dares to ask, genuinely concerned for a moment. 

“Nothing, Princess. I’m fine...” Jake assures, quickly releasing Logan from his grasp and rising to his feet as swiftly as possible. He’s completely dazed from seeing Logan so amazingly in his sights for that long but at the same time... he’s a little too turned on right now. 

Logan gets to her feet a little after him, a look of worry fixated on her face as she attempts to figure out what’s wrong with Jake. So abruptly, he zoned out and now he’s doing what he always does, run away and pretend it never happened. With his back turned to her, Jake messes with his tousled hair to calm himself. He knows he needs to escape now before Logan realises what’s wrong with him and she will tease him about it. 

“Jake...” Logan furrows her brows, as she approaches Jake with caution, spreading her hands across his shoulders and starting to massage his muscles out of nowhere. Appreciating the feeling but also filled with confusion, Jake tilts his head and eyes Logan with bewilderment.

“What are you doing?” 

“Giving you a massage since you’re so stressed all of a sudden.” Logan explains, her soft hands working at his upper muscles and Jake tries his best to not melt into the sensation. 

“Is it really necessary?” 

“Well you haven’t stopped me so I can only assume you’re enjoying it.” Logan points out, a pointed look in her sapphire eyes and Jake seems to know exactly what she’s thinking. He barely catches sight of the smirk playing at her lips and he narrows his eyes at her suspiciously.

“Is this payback for the whole sunscreen thing?” Jake assumes, chuckling under his breath as he reminisces on Logan’s reaction of enjoyment when she asked him to apply sunscreen to her back and he followed through quite well. 

“Why would it be? I enjoyed that too.” Logan leans in to Jake’s ear as she speaks that last sentence, her voice a harsh whisper and Jake shivers at the effectiveness of her words. 

“Well, I ain’t about to apologise for making you feel good, darlin’.” Jake counters in a husky tone.

“I never asked you to.” Logan whispers back and a lightbulb suddenly goes off in her mind. An idea she can’t resist to act out. A chance to take charge that she’s sure as hell about to accept.

Just when Jake thinks things are going smoothly, Logan starts leaving featherlight kisses on the skin that she’s massaging, leaving a trail from his left shoulder all the way to the other side. Jake arches his head back a little, barely able to control himself and stop himself from letting out a low hiss. But Logan doesn’t stop. She keeps pecking at his skin, her hands being dragged up and down the skin of his back. Suddenly, she nips at the back of Jake’s neck, causing him to flinch at her action.

“Shit, Princess. I thought we were strangers.” 

“You know it’s way more than that, Aragorn.” Logan counters, tilting Jake’s head so their eyes meet and that’s when she starts circling around him, her hand grazing the skin of his arm and stomach before finally she meets him face to face, their bodies barely touching. “I know you remember.” She whispers into the air, causing Jake to shudder and a memory is suddenly painted in his mind of him and Logan sinking in the ocean, entwined in each other’s arms, lips locked and hearts beating as one. That’s the moment Jake knew he’d forgive but never forget. Since he promised himself he wouldn’t let that happen but it did and he doesn’t have the strength to deny anything anymore.

“Damnit, Princess... you really wanna talk about this now?” Jake enquires, raising an eyebrow at Logan as she leans even closer to his body, her breasts that are barely shielded by the fabric of the bikini pressed up against his chest and her eyes flooded with desire and a hunger he’s never seen. 

“I don’t really wanna talk as much as I wanna...” Logan pauses when she hears Jake’s breath hitch at her words and she looks at him under her eyelashes. Jake’s eyes darken at her suggestion, matching her level of desire and hunger as he snakes his arms around her waist and furrows his brows at her questioningly.

“What exactly do you wanna get out of this, Princess?” Jake dares to question, watching as Logan takes her bottom lip between her teeth once more.

“Just you will do.” Logan whispers, her level of breathing increasing as each tension-filled second passes. “I was about to go shower after the training...” Jake watches the corner of her mouth perk up and he soon realises what she’s getting at. “...care to join me?” 

“...What better way to spend my last night before we get killed by the descendants of Avatar.” 

It takes Logan and Jake a lot of careful dodging and sneaky movements to even make it to Logan’s suite, as the group are scattered around the hotel and they’re both not in the mood to be interrogated about their intentions or destination for where they’re going. 

Finally though, they make it to her suite and Jake immediately grasps Logan by her hips and slams her against the front door just as she manages to close it. The deafening sound echoes throughout the floorboards and Logan lets out a breathless moan as a reaction to the impact of the cold wood against her almost bare back. Dare to mention they’re still in their soaked swimsuits?

Jake smirks at the sound she made, taking it as music to his ears. It fires him up just to know that what he does to her is enough to pleasure her in some way, even just pressing her up against a door. With that, he presses his mouth to hers and this is the first real time he’s getting to enjoy the raw taste of her, without his life being on the line. He can savour every goddamn moment of this as slowly as he wants to. 

A passion builds up between them rather quickly and Logan gives in to the feeling of Jake’s lips and his touch, as he caresses her body with care. 

“We haven’t even made it to the fucking bathroom, Jake.” Logan points out, smiling against Jake’s lips as he continues to kiss her.

Jake responds by sweeping her off her feet and placing his legs under her thighs to keep her steady in his arms. Logan wraps her legs around his waist and that leaves Jake to turn them around and navigate his way towards the bathroom, his lips remaining on hers. At first, he’s blind to what he’s doing. So blind that it’s unsurprising he stumbles into a table halfway through their journey to the bathroom. 

“Agh, shit.”

“Come on, Jake.” Logan complains, expressing impatience and Jake produces a different method by attaching his lips to her collarbone instead so he can see where he’s going, while still showering her with affection. 

“This is harder than it looks, Princess.” He responds, finally making it through the bathroom door and setting Logan down on her feet. 

Immediately, Logan smirks as Jake turns his back to shut the bathroom door as firmly as possible. While he does that, Logan turns on the shower and makes sure the water is set at a more heated temperature. When he turns around, Logan steps back from him and starts working at the strings of her bikini. Jake watches with eagerness, folding his arms and his eyes darken even more when her bikini top is discarded onto the tiled floor. 

His gaze wanders over her chest and he swallows hard at the sight. “Damn... they’re bigger than I thought they’d be.” Jake blurts out, accidentally saying his thoughts aloud and he places a hand behind his head in an embarrassed manor after.

Offended and amused at the same time, Logan simply scoffs. “You saying you’ve thought about this before. Also, shut up.” 

“Well I can’t answer that question now that you’ve told me to shut up.” Jake counters, a smug smile on his face.

“Yet you’re still talking.” Logan points out and Jake immediately silences himself when he realises Logan’s bikini bottom has already be taken off as well. His eyes drift over her bare body and he gulps at the sight. “That’s better.”

As Jake removes his swim trunks, Logan saunters up to him once more and takes a moment to glance down at his fully erect member.

“Damn... it’s bigger than I thought it would be.” Logan jokes, firing Jake’s own words back at him and there’s a clearly a hint of seriousness in her tone. “Wow and a hell of a more excited to.”

“Get in the goddamn shower, Princess.” Jake tells her out of annoyance and impatience. He fucking needs her now. He can’t help himself. 

Rolling her ocean eyes but still obeying, Logan steps into the shower first with Jake following soon after. His mind boggles with so many thoughts that shouldn’t be there but seeing Logan and being in a situation like this with her, he can’t fucking help himself. Jake gently guides Logan under the water, so all the droplets soak her and drip over her fair skin, highlighting every curve and every inch. Jake watches with intrigue, snaking his arms around her waist and bringing their lips together eagerly.

A hungry passion immediately builds up, creating a steady rhythm between them. Jake has thought about these types of scenarios with Logan a lot but he never thought it would actually happen. Hell, he’s kinda surprised in himself for going for a college girl but Logan is so much fucking more than that. She’s beautiful and special and so different from anyone he’s ever met before. She’s everything he’s not and she tests him in ways he can’t deny. 

They both choose to let the kiss intensify, with Jake slipping his tongue into her mouth and Logan accepting it and responding with her own. Soon, Jake lets his lips drift down Logan’s jaw and all the way over her neck. He gently sucks on the base on her neck, leaving an obvious hickey beside her collarbone. Logan moans at the sensation, her body shuddering at Jake’s movements. She responds by grasping by the back of his neck and dragging him in for another deep kiss, her fingers caressing the skin before tangling in his soaked hair as she pulls him into the water with her. 

Jake lets out a low groan as Logan tugs on the wet strands of his hair, causing him to react by pulling her body impossibly to close to his, not wanting any space left between them. That’s when Jake lets his lips drift down her neck once again before he starts paying attention to her chest, showering her breasts with loose kisses. He wraps his mouth around one of her nipples and sucks on it until it goes hard. Logan keeps a tight grip on Jake’s hair as moans continue to leave her mouth. 

“You like that, Princess?” 

“So fucking much.”

Jake soon moves his trail down her stomach, his hands outlining her hips as he falls to his knees and turns his attention to her lower half. His cerulean gaze takes a moment to admire how wet he’s managed to make her with all the special treatment he’s been providing her with. 

“Damn, darlin’... you’re so wet.” Jake points out in a breathless tone, his fingers grazing over her wet folds and Logan shudders at the sensation that runs throughout her body.

“Don’t let it help your ego too much, Aragorn.” Logan counters, her tone shaky however from  all the attention she’s been getting and she feels her knees to weaken and that’s only bound to get worse. 

With that, Jake spreads Logan’s legs out as much as he can and starts dragging his hands over her folds and playing around with what sounds he can get out of her with everything he does with his fingers.

“Ooohh... Jake...” Logan reacts, her eyes rolling back and her mouth falling open slightly and Jake watches her expression carefully as he teases her clit with his fingers. “Agh....”

As Logan opens her eyes and glances down at Jake, he tugs his fingers into her clit and that causes her to almost scream with pleasure.

“Holy shit...” She moans as Jake uses his fingers to pump in and out of her as frequently as possible. “Ugh... Jake Mckenzie...”

Her mind boggles from all the feeling and emotions she’s experiencing and she can’t hold back any noises that threaten to leave her. She just needs to get them out and show Jake just how much she wants him. More than fucking anything. 

“I... I... Jake... I’m gonna...” Logan starts stuttering as she feels her sweet release about to escape and realising that, Jake pulls his fingers out and smirks at her when their eyes meet. “Wow Jake...”

“Patience, Princess.” Jake points out, rising to his feet and gripping onto Logan’s bare hips and bringing their lips together again, roughly tugging on her bottom lip and that’s when Logan takes this as an opportunity to take charge.

She slides her hand down Jake’s stomach and he lets out a harsh hiss into her mouth when her fingers find him. Logan blindly starts stroking him, keeping a firm grip on his bottom lip as she does. Jake maintains eye contact with her and spots the seduction dancing around her ocean eyes. She releases his lower lip and brushes her hand over the tip of his cock, making Jake let out a low groan that he can’t hold back.

“Fucking hell, darlin’...” 

“Uhuh...” 

Jake quickly gains back control, catching Logan’s hand and throwing it over his shoulder, before doing the same with the other one. He steadies his hands on her hips and smirks as her eyes widen with confusion.

“Jake, what the fuck are you— Oh shit...” Logan reacts as Jake lifts her up and grabs hold of her thighs, maintaining eye contact with her as he slams her into the tiled wall of the shower. Both of them are soaked and begging for each other. Nows the time to provide as much satisfaction as possible. 

Jake teases Logan’s clit with his cock for a moment, stifling yet another pleasured moan out of her but she pushes her hips forward as her need starts to take over. With that, Jake lunges into her and that’s when she melts into the sensation. She cries out Jake’s name so satisfyingly to his ears and she starts biting down on his shoulder in order to contain her ears. Who knows when someone could walk by and get a little too curious and somehow end up scarred?

“Agh... Jake...” 

“Fuck... Logan...”

Jake pumps into her even harder each time he does it, stifling an even bigger cry out of her every time. Jake crashes their lips together so he can somehow swallow some of her cries, biting down on her lower lip to stop himself from making noises too.

They fit so well together, rocking against each other at a satisfying rhythm. It’s breathless. Amazing. Unreal. Unimaginable. Logan never expected to feel this way about anyone and she especially never expected to meet anyone who could make her feel this good.

As the rhythm builds up and continues, Jake and Logan both find themselves heading for release. They’re both on the edge and ready to let go. 

“Shit.”

“Jake... I’m gonna... ah!”

Soon enough... they both surrender to each other.

BONUS: 

Jake and Logan wrap up in towels, the shower finally being over and they’re completely satisfied and slick with sweat, even though they’d just experienced a shower.

“Hold on... I... just realised something.” Logan points out when a revelation washes over her and Jake eyes her with expectancy. 

“What, Princess?”

“You’re not gonna like this but... my bathroom is right next to Diego’s suite. 

Jake facepalms hard at that. “Agh, shit.”

That’s when a voice echoes and erupts through the thin walls. “WOOHOO! I knew it! I knew you guys were together! I knew it! It’s disgusting but I knew it! I win! Sean owes me twenty bucks!” Diego exclaims, way too excited about something like this. 

“Well... we’re fucked.” 

[iwritethat]

Hal Jordan: Room Service

Request: Don't know if you write for this character(if you don't you could just ignore and write it w/ someone else) but I'd like to request an imagine w/ Hal Jordan where reader has a mad crush on him and vice versa so Barry (or Oliver) try setting them up.

A/N: I apologise that it’s so late

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As a member of the Justice League you believed crushes were borderline illegal, I mean with Batman as one of your main leaders it seemed appropriate to accept. So when you were acquainted with Hal Jordan thanks to 'best friend' Oliver Queen, you didn't find the growing feelings for the Green Lantern very reassuring.

Time passed and the dreaded connection grew strong albeit unwillingly, Hal was overjoyed with the development although found your closeness with Green Arrow mildly disconcerting as rumours floated around that you'd dated - are dating??? Who knew? Batman probably did but refused to comment on the personal lives of Teammates regardless of how much pestering Hal managed. Barry on the other hand had found the ordeal painfully humorous and confronted his partner based on his behaviour ASAP. The Hal Jordan, charming womaniser, had actually fallen for you in more ways that one and it was obvious to every member but your oblivious self. Sure there were odd encounters that you couldn't avoid, like when Barry bailed due to obligations in Central City leaving you both alone together. Like when Oliver suggested to send you two undercover as a team on missions. Hopeless.

.

Either way, you were currently booked up in a 4 star Las Vegas hotel pacing the stretch of emasculate glass that lined your suite and offered a beautiful late evening skyline view. A resonating knock brought you back to reality, your mind lingering on how bringing down a Mafia Boss with a gambling problem would play out.

"No thank you!" You echoed, alas the knocking persisted so with a huff, you strode to the door finding none other than Hal Jordan.

"Ah - uh, hey (Y/n) so my room is just next door but can I come in?" The brunette ran a hand through his hair and offered that charming sheepish smile.

Obviously you couldn't refuse but rolled your eyes as a display of your protest before stepping aside. The Lantern brushed past you with a "Thanks beautiful." before taking seat on the couch, menu in hand and phone ringing to reception. You gave a cocked brow, silently asking for an explanation.

"Oh right, Olly blocked service to my room and since you're his favourite person, of course you get anything on him so..." Hal was partly embarrassed and somewhat hesitant to bring up your relationship with Olly as he trailed off. The fact acted as a reminder to keep his feelings private, despite how his heart ached for you.

"So... you're ordering dinner to my room on Oliver's payroll, how considerate of you Hal." It was an attempt to encourage a conversation on your part.

Hal directed his gaze to the floor with a smile before being abruptly interrupted by the receptionist on the other line. "Hi yeah, could I have the BBQ ribs meal and uh do you want anything?"

"Well, a (f/m) would be nice I guess. Y'know only if you're okay with that or whatever." The urgency of the mission reentered your mind yet on the other hand you truly valued one on one time spent with him.

"A (f/m)... and a bottle of your cheapest wine please - two glasses." He was smirking, if you didn't know any better you would say he was enjoying the inconvenience of the situation and Oliver's precautions.

"Seriously? You wanna throw some chocolate covered strawberries in there too, add to the romantic setting." You responded sarcastically, shaking your head and turning back to the window with a laugh.

"And some chocolate covered strawberries, thanks." At his smug words, you briskly turned around to be met with a playful smirk as he put down the phone that elicited a hopeless sigh from your lips.

"You're such a bad influence."

.

The next 20 minutes was spent filled with playful banter and a recap on the missions premises.

"If I knew Green Arrow was going to do this, I would've stayed with you from the beginning."

"Easy for you to say, Olly isn't going to be interrogating you." Was your comeback, the higher bill being an anomaly in your usual behaviour.

"Because you're having dinner with someone else... or???" Hal refused to meet your gaze as he spoke, his body language lead you to believe that Jordan thought your relationship with Oliver Queen extended beyond friendship.

"Huh, no why would that bother him - it's not like we're dating, he offered to pay for me and I'm here drinking wine." You explained further, completely missing the flash of pure happiness fly across Hal's features at the confirmation.

"Hey, it's the cheapest one. I'm paying for it."

"Y'know the 'cheapest' stuff here is $60 a bottle right." You countered, raising your brow meanwhile your partner choked on his drink and at that point you couldn't hold in your laughter and assured him you were joking.

Just then your phone illuminated with Oliver's image being displayed, Hal stood up knowing it was mission related before you'd even answered.

"(Y/n) our targets on the move, grab Hal and let's go. I'll send you the coordinates."

With that he hung up and you'd updated Hal as you rushed him out of your room so could change which would approximately take 5 minutes.

With everything prepared, you slid open your window ready to set off before a glowing emerald light almost startled you into falling back into your room. Your grip was tight on the window ledge as you glared at a sheepish Green Lantern hovering before you.

"Hey, want a lift?"

"Can't you just glow me up or whatever you do?"

"And waste the rings energy? No way, besides I don't mind if you don't." Hesitantly, you nodded thus allowing the Lantern to lift you into his arms - your grip tightening around his neck.

"I promise I won't let you fall (Y/n), except for me obviously. Speaking of, how would you feel about grabbing dinner again when we're back home?" His flirty attitude was appealing but you also found that getting him flustered was a cute sight too.

"Ooh like a celebratory meal for completing the mission? Sounds nice, we'll have to ask Olly and Barry if they'd be up for it."

"Uh right yeah, totally... wait no I meant like -"

"I know, I'd love to Hal."

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In the midst of awaiting your arrival, Oliver proudly updated Barry on the progress of their secret side mission.

"Your plan worked Barry, I'll hand it to you."

"Knew it, Hal just needed an excuse to man up. No room service worked like a charm but you think it'll be enough?" Despite the initial glee, their past failures reminded Barry to remain indifferent due to your obliviousness.

"If not, we always have Plan E - at least I think that's what setup plan we're on now..."

[stevethehairington]

for yo character headcanons: our bois sam, steve and bucky ILY

thank youuuuu for the ask my dear! this is gonna be a fun one haha. ily tooo

character headcanons

Sam:

1. sexuality headcanon

i feel like sam could probably fall under the pansexual label; most of my ships for him are with females so it wasn’t until i got into the sam/riley ship that i really gave his sexuality a lot of thought. but yeah i adore sam being with riley and honestly the idea of him being with like steve or bucky too is good too, i could defs see him getting his flirt on with those two dorks. 

2. otp

this is. so hard. bc like. i can see sam with literally so many different people. like i love sam/riley, but i also really love sam/maria, and then sam/natasha is nice too, and really really oddly i thought of sam/becca today and like. at least in the fic i’m considering writing atm, it works really well so yeah. idk if i have a solid otp for sam. i guess i usually stick with either riley or maria though depending on the situation. 

3. brotp

oh man. literally the steve/sam brotp and the sam/bucky brotp and the sam/steve/bucky brotps give me so much life. all three of these losers are so good together they play off of each other so well theyre really the Dream Team.

i also really like sam and natasha’s friendship too, i’ve seen some fics get it really good.

4. notp

uhhh, there aren’t really any sam ships that just out to me as a Major No. i guess i’m not super into the idea of sam and clint being a thing? but like it doesn’t really bother me as a ship in general or anything.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head

okay in any fic i write in which it’s a no powers au (so like most of what i write lmao) i have this hc that sam is dubbed the bird whisperer in anyone’s phone. so he was at the park with steve or bucky or whoever he’s mainly friends with in the fic and while he was there he ended up doing something (not quite sure what, maybe i’ll figure that out and write about it one day who knows) and whatever he did brought all the birds to his yard and they l o v e d him, and some even followed him around a little, thus he was dubbed the bird whisperer. 

6. one way in which i relate to this character

i too would do anything for steve rogers. lmao no for real though, sam has a really good loyalty about him and he’s willing to do anything for his friends (i.e. take them in, fight with/for them, etc. etc.) and i like to think that those are qualities i have as well.

7. things that give me second hand embarrassment about this character

i honestly can’t think of anything rn?? like sam’s a p cool, suave dude, he hasn’t really done anything, at least in canon, that makes me super cringe in embarrassment.

8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll for sure!

Steve:

1. sexuality headcanon

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISEXUAL MY DUDE. listen there is no way n o w a y steve rogers is not a bisexual man. i mean, come on. have yall seen the movies? steve rogers is in love with bucky barnes, peggy carter, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, and the list probably goes on. no but for real, bucky is literally his life partner, the love of his entire fucking life. tws?? a romcom for fuckin sure. but he also really was in love with peggy carter in tfa, i mean who wouldn’t be she’s fuckin badass and hot af and just a kickass woman. i’m in love with her too steve. and then you cannot tell me he isn’t flirting with sam at the beginning of tws because he so is. and i bet while bucky was Gone he probably somehow got his hands on some of thor’s asguardian mead or whatever at some avengers party and he and nat drunkenly kissed a little just to see what it was like (yknow before she got with clint ofc). but seriously this boy is a Bisexual Disaster and we all know it. 

2. otp

is this even a question? obviously its stucky. they’re my reason for breathing tbh. no jk but i love them to death and listen you cannot tell me that they are not fucking soulmates okay? bc they are. they ARE. there is literally not a single heterosexual explanation for a n y t h i n g they do. the “keeping the uniform” bit in tfa? gay! the “shared experience” line? gay! breaking through 70+ years of brainwashing by reciting your wedding vows? gay! they are so in love it hurts!!

3. brotp

i have a lot of steve brotps tbh. i love the steve/natasha friendship so so sooo much. i really love how they did it in tws and i really just love the idea of them being close with each other like that. i also really love the steve/sam friendship ofc too. they play off of each other so well, and their flirty banter gives me lifeeee. i do like a good steve/tony friendship as well, and i like steve/wanda friendship too, i feel like they have a good relationship. 

4. notp

steve/sharon lmao. okay so like. i don’t exactly hate it, as in i don’t have a problem with the ship if it were done right. but bc it was so poorly done in the mcu i Do Not like it and i Do Not support. like the timing was horrible, it was all very no homo, the fact that she’s peggy’s niece and they flirt literally right after her funeral was in such poor taste and it makes me seriously uncomfortable, and also the way the mcu totally made sharon’s character nothing more than a love interest, and a really poorly done one too, just pisses me off bc she couldve been a really badass character if they wanted to make her one. so yeah. there’s just a lot of reasons why i Do Not like this ship. but it doesn’t like squick me or anything and i can tolerate it as like an old ship in fics, like she was steve’s ex before he met bucky or smth like that. 

5. first headcanon that pops into my head

6. one way in which i relate to this character

i too would wbecome a wanted government fugitive and fight anyone who got in the way for bucky barnes

7. things that give me second hand embarrassment about this character

again, i can’t really think of anything that gives me too much second hand embarrassment about steve… i guess maybe just the fact that he’s a disaster when it comes to his feelings for people can make me have to look away and shake my head at his dumbass antics lmao. 

8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon role fo sho

Bucky:

1. sexuality headcanon

BIIIIIIIIIISEXUAL AS WELL MY DUDEEE. i could see bucky as straight up gay as well, but i like to stick with the bisexual label bc 1. im bisexual and i like to see my faves as bi too lmao and 2. i do think that he genuinely did like going out with girls back in the 40s and taking them dancing and shit. like he was definitely flirty and suave and good with the ladies but i dont think it was all for show. like i think he really did like those girls. ofc he loves steve though, like i said, soulmates! but yeah, my boy is defs bisexual too!

2. otp

again, obviously stucky, see above for my rantings and ramblings about why lmao.

3. brotp

i have a lot of brotps for bucky too lol. i fuckin love the banter between bucky/sam, like the mcu did that right! and i hope that their show can deliver more of this Good Content. they work so well, it’s that love/hate realtionship and i am Here For It. they secretly love each other as best friends despite what it may seem. i also really really really love the bucky/natasha friendship, like sign me the fuck up!! they would be the best of friends and i just. love this friendship so much. i also like the bucky/clint friendship too, i feel like these two dumbasses would get up to some good shit together lol. 

4. notp

hmmm, i guess i could say bucky/tony for this. like. i don’t know much about this ship and i dont read for it or anything so i really just dont like it bc i cant see them together romantically or anything. so like idk if i can call that a notp bc i dont hate it or anything, it’s just not my cup of tea.

5. first headcanon that pops into my head

this one is tried and true but it’s always the first bucky hc that pops into mind. bucky was drafted, he didn’t enlist on his own. he refuses to tell steve that though bc of how fucking scared he is about it and bc he knows how much steve wants it, he doesnt want steve to think hes ungrateful or doesnt care about his country or anything like that. so he hides his letter away somewhere he knows steve will never find it. 

steve only finds out when he finds bucky on the table in azzano reciting his number which evidently, gives up the fact that he was drafted. 

6. one way in which i relate to this character

i too would follow that little guy from brooklyn that was too dumb not to run away from a fight to the jaws of death klgsj. no but really, bucky doesnt like to fight, he doesnt. he never wanted to go to war in the first place, he’s not the one that starts the fights, only finishes steve’s when he can’t, and he’s tired of war and fighting and all that. and i think that that’s something i have in common with bucky, that i dont want to fight unless it’s the last resort. like i’d rather try to civally solve a problem than jump straight to the arguing and fighting bits yknow?

7. things that give me second hand embarrassment about this character

again, i can’t think of much that embarrasses me about bucky. he’s a p chill dude. 

8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll and you can’t tell me otherwise. 

[thethiefandtheairbender]

dragons liveblogs tdp

under the cut bc it got long and friendly reminder i have a dragon prince / rayllum sideblog over at @raayllum

i have to separate jack’s voice from sokka before it’s too late

i love rayla that shot of her running on the trees is GORGEOUS with the lighting

are harrow and lord viren a bit... flirty?

rayla is my CHILD THE WAY I KNEW SHE WOULD BE and the music’s fucking gorgeous holy shit

i would die for ezran, bringing bait along to steal sweets from the kitchens

aLL THE SIBLINGS ARE DORKS AND I CAN’T PROTECT THEM

“winter is coming.... eventually” oh my god

“i’ll be fifteen in two months” bIRTHDAY EPISODE???

i just adopted so many children and found so many new wives i’m having whiplash

THE QUEEN OF DRAGONS DOES EXIST IM SCREAMING

that guard is so done im yelling (“i don’t get paid enough to listen to this teenager’s bad jokes” is his internal monologue, always)

just found a new husband from the end credits of the first ep sooo

“PREVIOUSLY ON” THE AVATAR VIBES THO IM CRYING

is the jerkface dance a reoccurring thing in their relationship or WE BETTER SEE IT AT SOME POINT

i love this library and i’m gonna miss it so much aren’t i

claudia is an adorable nerd and i too, am in love with her

“my king” fuck i’m really gonna end up shipping harrow/viren aren’t i

“our mistakes” wtf does that mean

i’m in pain they love each other

smooth callum, real smooth

rayla is such a badass im READY

oH THANK GOD I NEEDED THAT HUG

iS SHE NOT GONNA KNOW HE’S THE PRINCE

rayla’s internal monologue: gotta take the hood off for the bae

“y-you’re not who i thought - you’re one of those with the pointy--” “oh you don’t like my ears?” “no, i mean, yeah, yes, i do, i meant the pointy swords”

“hey you swept the leg” tHEY ARE MY B A B I ES

CALLUM IS WILLING TO DIE IN EZRAN’S PLACE WTF

two episodes in and i’m crying. THAT’S how you know something has good writing

“not a great day for a picnic viren” dID HE AND VIREN GO ON PICNICS DID THEY GO ON PICNIC DATES IM SCREAMING

g a y

tWO HEADED SNAKE

“i have to do this. i’m sorry. i don’t want to, but i have to.” I HAVE SO MANY CHILDREN

ethical arguments are what any good otp is made of

“you mean because you’re with a girl” iS MY SHIP REALLY BEING TEASED RN IM

god bless bait coming in clutch when it matters

lovers quarrel. awkward. also, viren u shady bitch

w h o a

callum stop bantering with your girlfriend and run for your life

fucking amazing

the egg is beautiful

i’m only two episodes in and i have completely sold my soul life is good 

poor king harrow man he doesn’t deserve this

THE GODDAMN SOUNDTRACK HAS BEEN SO BOSS THIS ENTIRE TIME LIKE WTF THOSE VIOLINS!! THE MOOD THE ATMOSPHERE!!

aww pip

“geeze claudia don’t insult my husband”

“you look so... happy in this portrait.” “i was. we posed for this a few days after king harrow’s coronation. he insisted i stand next to him for the painting... because he knew i would stand by him through anything.” “and you have.” “so far, yes. i have to stand by him through this, too. i need to be the man he once believed i was.” “what does that mean dad?” “it means there is one more thing i can do to convince him.” “what are you doing?” “if i told you, you would try to stop me.”

FULL ABOARD THE VARROW TRAIN HOLY SHIT I AM HERE FOR HEARTBREAK

rayla and ezran smiling at each other? PURE AS FUCK I AM SCREAMING

rayla and ezran’s friendship is so pure already im 

rayla and callum’s banter and him protecting them when she can’t I’M

CALLUM U PRECIOUS BOY

so not gay then?

and sad

“she’s not a fool.” hell yeah callum defend ur gf

“callum, ezran, go.” “but--” i’M IN PAIN

so runaan’s like 35. n i c e

V I R E N   U   S H A D Y   B I T C H

rayla’s always so soft with ezran i’m crying

oh she’s worried about him i really am crying

callum my poor conflicted SON

the bodies

“say the word and i’ll go back into that tower with you.”

runaan you injured beautiful bastard i love you

sHE WANTS TO PROTECT THEM

MY BABIES ARE SMILING AT EACH OTHER

OMG BABY BAIT ON THE END CREDITS!!

pip and bait omg

bait and rayla’s show down? peak comedy

claudia taking care of her brother when it matters <3

oh gorgeous scenery for the funeral

“brother” oH SURE

i already fucking love opelli

oh my god they’re already so casual i’M WEAK

she’s teasing him i’m

she’s so fucking fond of him already i can’t do this

callum letting rayla draw in his sketchbook i’M

“you called me a mage, and that felt... right.”

S C R E A M I N G

“hey sad prince. let’s go get your cube.” EVERY TIME SHE SMILES AT HIM I HAVE A HEART ATTACK I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT

this goddamn show is gonna consistently animate the healing of the bite mark on her arm, aren’t they

AMAYA IS BEAUTIFUL AND HAS A SWORD AND A LESBIAN I’M IN LOVE

SHE USES SIGN LANGUAGE WITH A TRANSLATOR

callum trying to protect rayla <3

callum, ur an idiot, but i love you

HE’S SO WORRIED FOR HER

SHE’S MOCKING HIM

EZRAN’S GETTING SOME INTERNAL CONFLICT

GOD I LOVE EPISODE FOUR

rayla still looking for callum’s cube despite everything and the risks that could be involved

aww ezran has so much faith in her I’M SO HAPPY THEY’RE ALL ADOPTING EACH OTHER

“say hello to my little friend” ALL THE LIL QUOTES AND CALLBACKS AND MOVIE REFERENCES??? GOD BLESS

RAYLA LOOKED SO HURT

CALLUM WHY ARE YOU AN IDIOT JUST TELL AMAYA

SEE CALLUM NOW YOU GOT MORE PROBLEMS

is it too early to start shipping amaya and corvis together

viren traded harrow’s soul for pip’s and put harrow in pip’s body, didn’t he

OH THAT BASTARD 

he’s smart not to take the label of king, tho

rayla rushing to protect her boys when she thinks they’ve gotten into trouble my hEART

callum u better start treating her better she’s put up with a LOT of ur shit lately

“his death breaks my heart.” g a y

b a i t

the scenery and soundtrack in this show really is always breathtaking

RAYLA AND CALLUM NEED TO STOP MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS

THE QUEEN

I JUST THOUGHT ‘AUNT’ WAS A NICKNAME FOUND FAMILY THING AAH

“pile of bull--- droppings” oH MY GOD

callum i’m ready to kill u

if anything happens to bait i will kill everyone in this room and then myself

callum coming through and saving her THANK YOU BOY

amaya and her translator are also cute

tHEY KEEP SMILING AT EACH OTHER

SO MUCH RAYLLUM CONTENT IM

WE’RE GETTING SHIRTLESS RUNAAN OH MY LORD

“because we’re in this together. they’re my friends now.” RAYLA IS TOO PURE BOYS YOU BETTER START CHERISHING HER, RIGHT NOW

“weirdly excited about sandwiches talk” o H MY G   O D

soren u step jogging idiot

i knew bait was gonna burp & i like how callum’s idea only partially worked

NOO EZRAN U GUYS SAVE HIM

“hey sor-bear” that is... so cute

yES callum actually doing the right thing and not just stepping towards and keeping his weight balanced

all this touching and trust!! “callum i need to tell you--”

rayla has so much faith in ezran it’s so heartwarming

IT’S GOING TO BE OKAY. EZ WILL GET IT

god i need this group hug

nO NOT THE EGG

their mom

callum’s such a good big brother

i too, want to be a villain who cuddles dogs

RAYLA IS THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST HOLY SHIT

sticks carrots in. “snow elf”

some classic worldbuilding and propaganda. aaron ehasz, i missed you

watching some guy with a cool sword. this is such a good first date for them

CALLUM THINKING ABOUT HER WRIST BINDING EVEN WHEN SHE ISN’T I’M CR Y I N G

THE BRAID CAME BACK. HOLY SHIT. GOD I LOVE CONTINUITY!!

EZRAN IS SO KIND AND COMPASSIONATE AND LOVES ANIMALS SO MUCH I LOVE HIM

aww he’s making them tea

i wanna trust him but i don’t know if i should

DAMMIT how’s she gonna get the binding off

BABY WOLF

that cave is GORGEOUS holy shit

rayla really loves to tease him and i am loving every second of it

oh no runaan’s binding has been hurting him too

oooh we’re gonna get some good rayla and ezran development. i’m here for it!!

rayla’s insecurity she had as an assassin still transferring over in the new path she’s trying to lead? GOOD SHIT THAT’S SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE

those two talking scenes were so nice in particular, god i love this show

W H A T   T H E   F U C K 

H E CAN SPEAK TO ANIMALS

YES RAYLA DEFEND UR BABY BROTHER CALLUM BACK OFF

IS THAT ALL THE EXPLANATION WE’RE GETTING RIGHT NOW?!

i laughed as hard as claudia did at soren’s joke

i’m so sad i’m on the last episode

what the fuck

aww concerned callum

EZRAN NO WTF ARE U DOING

@THE SPIDER THING: OH HELL NO

soren u are... such an idiot i love you

cLAUDIA I LOVE YOU!! (tdp: giving me women farting on tv, which i didn’t even know i needed, thank you)

WE’RE SEEING THE JERK FACE DANCE??

amazing

W H O A

i love her

i can’t believe my one lil issue with the show of the dog being “cured” of a disability then gets undone in a clever magic way

“she never needed that fourth leg to be happy. everyone else did.” GODDAMN DRAGON PRINCE MAN

I GOT THE ONE THING I HAD ON MY FREAKING WISHLIST IM SCREAMING

BITCH FUCK YES CALLUM IM PROUD OF YOU

I’VE ONLY HAD THAT DRAGON FOR TWO SECONDS BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THEM I WILL GO ON A FUCKING RAMPAGE I NEED TO PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS

OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I’D HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL S2 TO HAVE CLOSURE ON THAT BUT IT’S OF!! FUCK YES!!

well

i’m screaming

[lichfucker]

hot take but while merciful was irrefutably in love with romeo, romeo was fucking oblivious to the whole thing and tybalt was so stricken and upset when he stabbed mercutio instead of romeo bc he had always wanted to bone down with mercutio and therefore was double angry with romeo for a. trying to get it on with juliet and b. not appreciating mercutio who was literally right there thanks for coming to my ted talk

I agree with you re: tybalt but. no. no, no, no. I pulled out my cinderblock copy of the completed works for this. I’ve got textual evidence. I’ve got receipts. romeo and mercutio dated, and then romeo dumped him for rosaline.

act 1, scene 1, line 199: "In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman--" benvolio has just asked romeo to tell him whose spurned affections are causing him so much grief. why would romeo have to specify that rosaline is a woman if it weren't a question? now, benvolio's next line is basically, "uh, yeah, I assumed so," but that only emphasizes that it's romeo himself who finds the distinction important-- which he wouldn't if there were no history of him having any interest in men. (the two explanations for benvolio's line I can think of are either that benvolio is so oblivious that he didn't notice romeo and mercutio were involved at all, or that he had heard (probably from mercutio) that romeo dumped him for a girl, and the only missing piece was the girl's name.)

act 1, scene 2, line 85: benvolio says, "At this same ancient feast of Capulet's / Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so loves, / With all the admired beauties of Verona. / Go thither, and with unattainted eye / Compare her face with some that I shall show, / And I will make thee think thy swan a crow." romeo's got a reputation for falling in and out of love easily-- it isn't just switching from rosaline to juliet in a matter of hours, but there was somebody else before rosaline, too.

act 1, scene 4: there's too much to directly quote every line bc it's. the entire scene. but! mercutio is consistently making jabs at romeo for being ~in love~ that are ripe with malice. "Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down," (1.4.26)-- "once you have sex with her, that 'love' will go away." he's speaking from experience: "fuck her and move on, because that's what you do, isn't it, romeo?" he's beyond jealous; he's bitter. mercutio pretends he's hyped for the party, and then he launches into queen mab. that speech? #WasteHisTime1595. the longer mercutio can stall (he goes on for 46 lines, and could have gone on ad infinitum if romeo didn't stop him), the less likely it is that romeo will get to see his ~precious rosaline~ tonight.

act 2, scene 1, line 7: "Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover! / Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh; / Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; / Cry but 'Ay me!'; pronounce but 'love' and 'dove'; / Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, / One nickname for her purblind son and heir, / Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true / When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid." benvolio has asked for mercutio's help looking for romeo after romeo disappeared from the party, and where does mercutio go immediately with his joke? "give us some poetry!" sure, this could just be a simple "people who are in love like poems" jab, but we see that when romeo and juliet first speak to each other (1.4.204), their lines literally make a sonnet together. on a metatextual level that's how you know romeo and juliet are ~soulmates~ or w/e, but it also means that romeo's go-to when he has feelings for somebody is poetry, and mercutio has first-hand experience with this. before benvolio asks, mercutio is already certain that romeo isn't around and can't hear them. "Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied.” your ex used to write you poetry, and you ask him for a stanza when it is impossible for him to say yes. it’s well and truly over.

later in that same scene, mercutio speaks with some authority about what exactly "angers" or "moves" (read: turns on) romeo, and ends with "I conjure only but to raise up him," (2.1.29). boner joke. specifically, "I want to give romeo a boner" joke.

act 2, scene 3: there's a whole exchange that basically boils down to mercutio making fun of romeo for walk-of-shaming, and then there's a back-and-forth that's too long to transcribe (trust me I wish I had the patience) about wild goose chases as metaphor for frivolity and it's. really fucking flirtatious. on both sides.- mercutio: [...] Was I with you there for the goose?- romeo: Thou wast never with me for anything when thou was not there for the goose.- mercutio: I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.- romeo: Nay, good goose, bite not! (2.3.67-72)this is how mercutio and romeo default to talking to each other. this is how they're used to talking to each other. when they're not sad and bitter and heartbroken, this is the level of playful, flirty banter we get from them. (they keep going, by the way, until benvolio begs them to stop-- how often do you think he had to ask them to dial back the pda?) a lot of this play is dependent on the severity of young love, on romance being intense and drastic-- and that's just not true here. whatever romeo and mercutio had was playful and light, was easy. maybe romeo "rosaline dies, and beauty dies with her" montague called it off because he didn't think that that's what love was supposed to feel like.

and then the very next time we see mercutio he fucking dies, and it's all because of romeo-- everything, everything, everything leads back to romeo.

[katya-is-here]

Letters from Lance - Chapter 2

Hey guys! Thanks so much for your support with LETTERS FROM LANCE! I’m having a ton of fun writing it! I’ll also be posting this on AO3 and will have updates about it on Twitter! Feel free to follow me there too! 

Many VLD characters show up in this chapter, like the Galra, etc., but since this is an AU feel free to picture them as humans too, or think of them as they are! This story can be viewed in many different ways because it’s really just Lance writing letters to you! 

Be sure to also listen to Youth Lagoon while reading! And as always have an amazing day!

⬅ Read Chapter One

Summary: Lance gets a ton of text messages and some, oh no, were from Keith. Not bothering to answer him, he goes about his day, but as fate would have it ends up meeting the entire basketball team on the school rooftop. 

Dear you,

Thank you for taking the time to read these letters. It makes me feel like someone out there actually gives a damn, without calling me a fool or idiot. Sure, I have weird puns and all, and yes, sometimes Pidge is right that I can get a bit ‘sexist’, but don’t ever think that I’m that kind of guy. Yeah, we all know what type of guy that is.

I slept through my alarm the next morning, waking up to a drooling Hunk. It was bad enough we had to share a bed because of his dream kicking and snoring. And he always complained about the crumbs I left hanging around after binge watching Netflix shows or some overly dramatic teen drama. Hey, can you blame me? Binge watching calls for an all-around snack fest.

“Hunk,” I mumbled, nudging him in the gut. “Dude, we overslept.”

Only one of Hunk’s eyes shot open. “Wha? Hm? Who’s there?”

I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. I stretched and yawned. My breath tasted and smelt horrible. Last time I ever ate stale pizza rolls and coffee from the pot.

“When the heck are we going to ask the school prefects to get us another bed? I can’t live like this anymore.”

Hunk shot up from the bed, his hair all frizzed and curled. “No, no, no, no, NO!” he shouted. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time. 9:30 AM. He lunged over me and gathered his uniform and backpack. “I had an exam at 7:00!”

“Relaaax, dude.”

“Don’t DUDE me, Lance. NOT now!” He shoved his books into his bag and, believe it or not, still made everything look organized. He sighed. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

I patted my stomach. “Damn I got a food baby.”

“LANCE!”

I shrugged and stood. “I dunno. You looked…peaceful.”

Hunk shook his head and threw on his uniform jacket.

“What?” I said teasingly, “No shower?”

“Ha, ha,” Hunk said, “Don’t use my tricks against me.” He looked at the clock on the wall. “You’re lucky I have a free period to make up this test.” He grabbed the doorknob. Stopped. “Oh, and Lance.”

“Hm?”

“Check your phone. You have about thirty new messages.”

I gasped. Hunk closed the door behind him leaving me alone with my phone. I turned on the phone and boy was he right. Bringing the phone closer to my eyes I read some of them. A chill ran down my spine when the name KEITH appeared. I skipped ahead.

SHIRO [6:00 AM]: Hey, Lance. It’s Shiro. I’ll be sending you daily links and little positive tidbits of advice on how to deal with your anxiety. It’s my job as the school counselor to make sure every student at the academy gets special attention. As Toy Story says, “You’ve got a friend in me”. Talk later. –Shiro

I laughed at his dad-like text messages. And I thought my puns were bad. I scrolled through the messages.

ALLURA [8:09 AM]: Lance, make sure you return my notes on Quantum Physics today and my collectors addition of The Hunger Games. And please, no more flirty pick-up lines. They aren’t amusing. Good day.

Under the stacks of clothes and papers were Allura’s books, but I didn’t have the motivation to find them. I typed.

LANCE [9:39 AM]: You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.

ALLURA [9:40 AM]: Funny, Lance. Just please return them.

LANCE [9:40 AM]: No sweat, sweetie.

ALLURA [9:40 AM]: Don’t make me hit you.

A bunch of other messages were from my parents, spam, and even my naggy professors urging me to get my papers turned in on time. I read them all, taking about fifteen minutes, but then stopped. For five more minutes I just stared at KEITH’s name. Hands trembling, I opened it:

KEITH [Yesterday 11:12 PM]: Look I know u don’t want to talk to me or hell even see me but we can’t leave things like this. It’s awkward for both of us. I mean what r u just gonna ignore me in the halls? Or what about English Lit? What if we get paired up or something?

KEITH [Yesterday 11:20 PM]: I can’t do this Lance. Missing u is shit

KEITH [Yesterday 11:21 PM]: Don’t you even remember our bonding moments?

KEITH [Yesterday 11:21 PM]: Don’t answer that

KEITH [Yesterday 11:22 PM]: Whatever.

The period in the messages made my stomach churn. He was pissed. I turned off my phone, not even caring if he knew I read the messages and got ready for the day. This time, I took a shower.

___

Lunch was the usual cafeteria slop that they expected us to survive on for hours. I sat up on the school’s roof, staring down at all the students. On the track, Pidge was running with her classmates, beating them with her tactical pursuits. Shay, Hunk’s biggest fan and hopefully soon-to-be girlfriend, ran right behind Pidge, supporting her in whatever relay they were doing.

I leaned against the railing, sipping at an orange juice box and sighed. Wind whistled through my hair. The breeze was cool and nice. The roof’s door opened behind me. I chuckled. Must’ve been Hunk.

“’Aight big guy, I need to apologize for this─”

The wind blew again. I turned. Keith and his basketball team walked onto the roof, stacks and bags of food loaded up under their arms. Sendak, the team’s captain, shoved Keith forward. The other team members, Prorok, Morvok, Throk, Haxus, Thace and Myzax surrounded him, grinning.

I didn’t bother to hide like a little damsel this time. Instead I leaned against the railing and watched the team banter, groan and complain about Coach Zarkon’s training.

“Keith,” Sendak started.

Keith looked up, all raggedy and tired looking. “Hm?”

“Team Galra can’t afford to lose a game. We’re going to make it to nationals if it kills me.”

Keith pouted. “Don’t make me punch you.”

The team ‘oooohed’ at him, making mocking faces.

“All of you,” Keith mumbled.

Sendak grabbed Keith by the collar of his shirt and groaned. “Nothing will stop me from winning these games but victory or death."

Keith shoved away. “It’s just a game, SENDAK!”

Sendak whacked Keith across the face and spat. He smirked. “Coach Zarkon wouldn’t agree, now would he Keithy-boy.”

“Well hiya, fellas!” I shouted.

Sendak dropped Keith and raised a brow. “Who the fuck are you?”

Keith’s eyes widened, trembling.

“McClain,” I said, “Lance McClain.”

Prorok cracked his knuckles. I smirked.

“No need for a fight, boys,” I said, “You don’t want to tarnish your famed reputation now do you?”

Sendak laughed. “Like it would matter if we fucked up your face.”

I folded my arms. “Wanna go? I’ll take you on.”

Sendak pushed forward. Keith shot out his arm.

“Oh, you don’t want to get in between this Keithy-boy.”

Keith shook his head. Eyes on me. “No. Let me do it.”

“What?” the team gasped.

He looked up at Sendak. “If I get in trouble for this it wouldn’t matter. It’s expected from me to be some kind of badass ruffian anyway.”

Sendak folded his arms. “Well, looks like you’re actually looking out for me, kid.”

Keith shrugged. “As if. I’m just not risking the whole team because of your temper issues.”

Sendak scowled.

Keith cracked his neck and threw off his jacket. Rolling up his sleeves he approached me. Brows furrowed. “Let’s go, McClain.”

I pouted my lip. “We seriously going to do this right now?”

Keith got into a defensive positon and raised his fists. “NOW!”

I jumped and dropped my jacket to the ground. “Persistent bitch,” I mumbled.

Keith swung at me first, his fist socking against my chin. I fell back against the railing. Gasped.

“W…wait, you’re serious about this?”

Keith swung again. I dodged and screamed. Almost tripping I raised my fists. “C’mon idiot, you know I can’t fight!”

Keith shouted and lunged at me. He pinned me to the ground and kept pounding at my chest. I spat.

“Ah! Ouch, dude!”

Fist to face he kept pounding me.

“Hey!” someone shouted.

Keith didn’t stop. My cheeks bruised. I spat up some blood.

“HEY!”

Someone grabbed Keith’s wrists. Through my hazy eyes, I saw Shiro standing there, his hand clasped around Keith’s forearm.

“Enough! Both of you!” his voice was low and serious.

I sighed in relief and looked back up at Keith. His eyes were focused on me. His breath unsteady. I focused on my own breathing and closed my eyes.

___  

“This is completely unacceptable!” Shiro shouted, pacing back and forth in his office.

Keith and I sat side by side, arms folded and backs slouched.

Shiro slammed his palms onto the table and stared at us, serious, but with a patient gaze. “You two can’t fight like that on public property. Especially at a school. Do you WANT to get expelled?”

I shrugged. “He started it.”

Keith almost fell out of his chair. “I started─ If I didn’t jump into that fight Sendak would have KILLED you. I fucking saved your life, you moron!”

“Saved my life, huh? You were just trying to show off to your captain!”

“I did it for YOU!”

“Exactly. You did it for you.”

Keith grabbed my collar.

“ENOUGH!” Shiro shouted.

We broke off of each other.

Shiro rubbed his nose bone, his scar standing out to us. “Now I don’t care what kind of angst you two have with each other, but please, enough with this bickering. Go back to class and don’t even think about starting another fight in the halls because I will expel the both of you myself.”

“Yes, sir,” we mumbled.

Shiro gave us both passes and we left the room. The halls flooded with the everyday faces of freshman, sophomores, juniors and seniors. And, of course, the occasional class pet. Keith looked at his pass and crumbled it up. He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I gotta get outta this hellhole.”

I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. A chill ran up my spine. I tore away. He looked…nice without his mullet.

“What?” he groaned.

I blushed and scratched the back of my head. “Th…thanks, I guess.”

The bell rang. Keith walked closer to me. I felt…warm, kind of captured by his gaze.

“You really are weak,” he teased.

I tensed. “Oh stop patting yourself on the back, stupid! Next time I’ll beat your ass for sure.”

“Next time?” Keith asked.

My face heated. Throat choked up and palms sweating I gasped. “I…no. It’s not like I’m gonna see you again, ‘er anything.”

Keith took out his phone. Showed it to me. “You read the messages?”

I nodded and looked away. “So?”

A few students walked by, looked at us and giggled. I winked at a cute girl.

Keith sighed. “Hey, focus.”

I pouted. “Hm?”

He shoved the phone in my face.

“I can see, y’know?”

He sighed. “I wanted to say sorry.”

“For?”

“I was drunk.” He rubbed at his neck. A habit of his.

“What?”

“I went to some college party with Sendak and the guys and ended up drunk texting you. Sorry if it got weird.”

I looked at the phone. So he didn’t intentionally text me? My heart sunk to my toes. Wait. Why did I care? “Yeah, kinda weird.”

Keith facepalmed. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

He scowled at me. “Not helping the situation, Lance.”

Students rushed through the halls, hurrying to their next class. Shay, whose books and papers were falling all over the place rammed into Keith so hard that we both tripped. We fell behind a janitor’s rack of supplies. Keith hovered over me, his nose brushing against mine. We stared at one another for what felt like…forever. His eyes were wide, watching me.

I blushed even harder. His heat mixed with mine.

The bell RANG.

Keith sat up and looked at his watch. “S…so again, sorry about whatever the hell I sent you. Won’t happen again.”

I nodded, in a daze. “’Kay.”

When my thoughts came back to me, I noticed Keith was blushing too. It was so embarrassing. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and hide.

“Hey, uh, Lance.”

“Y…yes?” My voice cracked.

Keith helped me to my feet. He looked like he kept getting shorter every time I saw him.

“Always be prepared for a fight.”

I looked down at him. “Pfft, sheesh, you talk like I don’t know how to─”

“LANCE MCCLAIN!” someone shouted. Keith and I jumped. In front of the janitor’s rack was Allura, hands on her tips, lips scowling. She raised a finger and took a deep breath.

“Ack!” I shouted. “Your books.”

“Yes, sir, my books is right.” She went up to me and pulled my cheek. I squirmed. “I’m going to walk you back to your dorm and you BETTER get them ready for me.”

I nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I walked down the halls with Allura and looked back at Keith. Rubbing my pinched cheek I stopped.

“Lance?” Allura mumbled.

Keith, for the first time in forever, smiled.

“Earth to Lance,” Allura said.

“Hm?” I looked back at her. “Yes, babe?”

She whacked me over the head.

“Ow.”

I threw my hands behind my head and felt kinda happy. My phone rang. I picked it up.

SHIRO: Work things out with him, okay? – Shiro

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