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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Helloooo love ur ficsss😌🤌can u maybe do one of the reader noticing Bakugou, Todoroki, kirishima, Sero, and Deku get boners because of the reader✨

a/n: hiiii!!! thank you <3 of course!! this is such a great request bye- i love this

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

headcanon: them getting a boner because of their s/o

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, boners, handjobs, lusting over u cuz the boys are simps <3, one mention of the reader wearing a skirt uniform/having boobs

nsfw under the cut!!

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katsuki bakugou

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You’re third years now. You’re older, mature, and you’ve grown.

Bakugou and you have been together since your first year, but now that your both almost 19, it seems like such a long time ago.

But as you’ve expressed to Bakugou, your third year uniform seem to have gone missing. Whether you’d misplaced it or lost it entirely-it was not in your drawer.

Pulling on the uniform you’d gotten your first year was a struggle. But it miraculously fit. A little more than you’d hope.

While you fit into the skirt, it barely hung past your mid thigh, and the shirt-with the first two buttons undone, had you slightly embarrassed. Hoping to hide it with a tie and your jacket-the only piece to your third year uniform that you’d managed to find-you struggled to find the courage to leave your dorm.

But you did, and you trudged into the class room, holding your back in front of your thighs, praying no one said anything.

You may have received a few teasing comments from your friends, joking about how awful the outfit looked.

But one pair of eyes never left you.

Bakugou’s.

Staring at you as soon as you entered the room, he was gripping the edge of his desk, blood running all the way to his dick.

It felt wrong to see you like this.

Legs exposed, thighs plush and on display for others to see. Your skin was damn near seeping through that shirt.

“Hey Katsu!” You smiled, sitting in your regular seat behind him. But as soon as you’d sat down, he was tugging you through the halls with him to the nearest lockable closet.

Shoving you inside he started to kiss you roughly, running his hands all over you until you glanced down and noticed the tent in his pants.

“Aw did someone get excited over lil ‘ol me?” You teased, running a hand down his chest, slipping it into his pants.

“Look at you. What were you thinkin?” He growled, lurching forward as your hand began to stroke his cock.

“I couldn’t find my uniform!”

“It’s in my dorm dumbass! You slept over Friday.” Bakugou groaned, locking his lips to your neck.

“Oh yeah, I did.” You giggle. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself at all, he was a mess.

With your hand working at his cock, he was bound to cum in his pants at this point.

But then your hand left, leaving him high and dry at his highest.

“Hey-”

“Stop being so horny.” You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Meet me in my dorm later.” You winked, leaving him to deal with himself after that.

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shoto todoroki

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Seeing you in his home made him smile. He was a pretty simple guy. You’d moved in with him after graduating from U.A. since his house was huge.

Perhaps warning you for something else

Okay so anyway, just seeing you lounge around his house in his clothes. Maybe you’re trying to get on at more agencies, or doing some work studies with pros, just seeing you sit on the couch talking to Fuyumi in his U.A. grad sweater and a pair of comfy sweat shorts makes him smile.

But when he comes home from either working, or perhaps cleaning up after dinner and sees you lounging in his bed in just one of his shirts he’s rushing to lock the door to his room behind him.

“Hey Sho-”

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands running up your legs as he hovers over you.

You can feel his boner press against your thigh as he trails his kisses down your neck.

You’re smiling as you reach your hands up to touch your boyfriend, slipping them into his pants.

“I love you.” Shoto whispers as you begin to stroke his cock, a few whimpers rolling off his tongue as he hunches over you, your fingers teasing the tip of his dick.

He’s biting your shoulder trying to stay quiet as you jerk him off, and you know he’s close by the way he twitches in the palm of your hand and whines in your ear.

“What got you all excited?” You tease, slowing your movements to prolong his pleasure.

“Y-you.” He mutters, embarrassed. You smile and kiss his cheek, allowing him to finish in his boxers. He’s staring at you with teary eyes as you pull out your hand and lick off his spend from your fingers.

“Should I spend the night in your room tonight then?”

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eijiro kirishima

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You’re living together after U.A.

Between having friends over and work, he tries to keep up spending time with you too.

But sometimes he gets carried away.

He can’t help but dream of you at work, usually when he’s stuck doing paperwork or something dull.

His mind drifts to you, in his clothes, or completely naked.

So of course when you walk into his office completely unannounced in something sexy, he’s straining himself as his cock struggles in his tight pants.

“Hey Kiri!” You smile, holding a lunch wrapped in a shade of crimson similar to his hair.

“H-hey beautiful!” He’s biting his bottom lip as he stares at you. It’s hard to focus after the daydream he’s just had about fucking you, and now you’re standing in his office wearing something so-

“You forgot your lunch at home hun.” You say sweetly as you walk over and place it on his desk. He’s trying to scoot up further but you catch a glance of his excitement before he can hide it.

You can’t really place when the last time you actually had sex was, you’d both been so busy.

Standing behind him and leaning an arm down to free his cock from his pants, you place a few kisses on his ear down to his cheek.

“Are you free tonight?” You ask quietly as you begin to stroke his cock. Kirishima’s mouth hangs open as he grips the edge of his desk, nodding feverishly.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He mumbles, your fingers gliding over the head of his cock. You smile and shake your head.

“I can tell. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” You give him a few more strokes before pulling your hand away, moving to kiss him tenderly on the lips.

He whines as you pull away. He kisses back with a passion, wishing he could just take you over his desk.

“Wear the red one.” He calls to you as head toward the door.

“And thank you for the lunch.” He smiles.

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hanta sero

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Ah Sero, Sero, Sero.

This man gets hard at like simple things-KSFSKFK

It’s not a bad thing by no means, like

He just loves you it’s so sweet.

But particularly, during a movie night, you’re cuddled up on him, laying on his chest as he rubs your back.

You’re not wearing any pants, just underwear and one of his silly little graphic tees.

Your legs are warm, your head is on his chest. He’s foaming at the mouth because all he has to do is glance down your back and he can see your ass.

It makes him harder than a rock.

You can feel him get hard, but you decided to tease him.

Shifting just to tease his cock as it prods at your legs, he’s only wearing some boxers and a tee shirt too.

But he knows you know when you whimper as his cock ruts against you.

You’re sitting up and resting on his hips as you trail a hand down to his boxers, pulling his cock out as you begin to jerk him off.

You’re not even batting an eye as you continue to watch the movie, your boyfriend moaning underneath you as he palms at your hips, maybe reaching them up to tease your nipples or moving them down to squeeze your ass.

He’s cumming in a matter of minutes as you smile and glance down at him, feeling his spend run down your hand.

“So horny.” You tease, leaning down to kiss him as he grins.

“Only for you.” He responds.

He’s hard again when he watches you lick his cum off of your hand, and he’s ready for round two. This time it’s your turn.

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izuku midoriya

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Deku is quite easy to fluster, but he usually knows when to be serious if he’s in let’s say a public setting.

However, if there’s a lockable room he may not be as serious.

He’ll probably get hard in a similar way to Sero-that sounded weird i-

I MEAN LIKE the situation. please

You’re laying in bed listening to him talk about hero stuff or maybe about something he learned.

You’re laying on him, in one of his baggy shirts with nothing on underneath. In your defense you were getting ready to shower.

He pulled you onto the bed and tried to say on topic, but with you just looking so innocent as you lay on your stomach, your bare ass on display for him to glance at as he tells his stories, he’s turning red and fumbling with his words as his cock begins to strain against his shorts.

It’s so easy to tell he’s horny. He’s suddenly embarrassed to talk about things, or he finds it hard to maintain eye contact.

You sit up and can’t help but notice the tent in his shorts. It’s hard to not miss.

“Izu, are you okay?” You ask innocently as you position yourself between his legs, running your hands up his thighs until you can hook your fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

“I-I I’m great! What are you-”

His breath is stolen as you begin to stroke his cock in your hand, bringing your lips forward to kiss the head teasingly.

He’s gripping the sheets as you jerk him off, toying with him as you call him horny and naughty.

“I love you.” He mumbles in between moans and whimpers. You reply with an I love you before he cums, making a mess all over his shorts and your hand.

“You should come shower with me.” You wink, pulling him off of the bed as you guide him to the bathroom.

“Yeah!” He smiles, his heart swelling a little more because of you.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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teenage dirtbag [five] // wanda maximoff

summary: spending the afternoon with the Maximoff twins proved to be interesting... and prom night finally arrives!

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s the final part to this mini series! i’m so glad you all enjoyed it and i appreciate every note i get, thank you 😊♥️ i’ve still got other wanda stuff in the works that will be posted soon, so stay tuned!

After a few tries and encouragement from Pietro, I managed to win the black cat plush toy for Wanda. It was strange, her brother wanting me to make a move on her, but I guess it reassured me a bit to know he thought I was actually good enough for her.

The two of us headed to the diner next door to find Y/BF/N and the other Maximoff twin, myself hiding the plush toy behind my back.

"Finally, you two took forever!" Y/BF/N exclaimed when he saw us approaching their table.

"Y/N here is one stubborn girl with that machine," Pietro explained with a smile as we took our seats. His eyes fell to the drink in front of him. "Oh, you ordered!"

"Just the drinks," Y/BF/N said, before looking to me as I slid in beside him in the booth. "I got you a Cherry Coke. Your favourite."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

"So, what d'you win?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Feeling the heat rising up my neck, I looked to Wanda who was sat opposite Y/BF/N. She was leaning on her hand as she stared at me with a kind smile on her lips.

"You said you wanted the black cat," I said nervously, before holding it out to her. "Here."

Taken aback, she raised her eyebrows but accepted the gift. "Aww, Y/N... you didn't have to!"

I shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

She grinned, studying the toy before looking up at me with sparkling hazel eyes. "I love it. Thank you."

Nodding, I glanced at Pietro who was grinning with pride before me. I could feel Y/BF/N staring at me and when I looked his way, he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. Rolling my eyes, I focused my attention on the menu to distract myself.

"So... what shall we order?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

After relaying our order to the waitress, Pietro was the first to speak up.

"Okay, I have to ask," he began, leaning forward slightly as he looked between Y/BF/N and I. "Are you guys dating?"

I almost choked on my drink as I looked over my glass to see him grinning cheekily. He knew full well that Y/BF/N and I were only friends, so what was he playing at?

"Definitely not," Y/BF/N answered with a chuckle. Y/N here is practically my sister."

"Exactly," I added, giving Pietro a look that basically said I'm going to murder you. "He's been my best friend since we were kids."

"So there's never been feelings there?" Pietro continued to question curiously, leaning back in his seat.

Wanda slapped his arm gently. "Leave them alone, Piet."

"Never," Y/BF/N answered for us both. "Like I said, she's my annoying little sister."

I quirked a brow and looked to him. "Little? I think I'd be the older sister in this fake sibling relationship,"

"But I'm a month older than you," he stated like that was explanation enough.

"But you act like a child," I retorted. "I'd be the older one."

He rolled his eyes, though a smile was playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

I rolled my eyes, too, before looking back to the twins. Wanda was smiling as she sipped her drink and Pietro had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked to me. What the hell was he thinking?

"So you're not interested in Y/BF/N," he thought aloud. "And you definitely weren't interested in me..."

"You made a move on Y/N?" Wanda asked suddenly, looking to her brother with knitted brows.

I breathed out through my nose, eyes falling to the table with embarrassment.

"Yeah, but she made it clear she didn't like me," Pietro said with a shrug, before looking to me again. "So who do you like then? Or is their a girlfriend we don't know about?"

Looking up, I saw three sets of eyes on me and I suddenly felt nervous. Y/BF/N and Pietro were watching with amusement dancing in their eyes as Wanda chewed her lip curiously, awaiting an answer.

"You know there's nobody, Pietro," I said through a forced smile as I looked to him.

His cheeky smile was still present as he said. "Really? I thought you mentioned someone back then. Whilst we were playing in the arcade."

Oh, boy, was he going to die.

"You misunderstood," I played along, before kicking him in the shin to shut him the hell up.

Of course, it was just my luck that the leg in front of me was actually Wanda's. She squeaked an 'ow' as she bent down to rub her leg.

"What was that?" she asked with confusion.

Pietro must have pitied me, having put me on the spot enough in the past two minutes, as he looked to his sister with an apologetic smile. "My bad, Wands. My foot just twitched."

I breathed out with relief as Pietro looked to me, trying not to laugh. He was lucky we were with company otherwise I would have killed him there and then.

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I wasn't expecting to be hanging out with the Maximoff twins on a Saturday afternoon, but by the time dinner came to an end, I realised how much I enjoyed the day. And I think I could say the same for Y/BF/N, too.

The rest of our meal was pretty uneventful after Pietro's initial teasing, to my relief, and Pietro eventually quit it with the overt hints towards his sister. The last thing I wanted was for Wanda to feel uncomfortable, so I was glad he eventually cut it out.

At the end of the meal, Pietro and Y/BF/N offered to split the bill between them – something about chivalry not being dead, I don't know, all I knew was Wanda and I were getting a free meal so why complain? – and headed to the till to pay, leaving Wanda and I alone.

She was hugging her new black cat plushie on her lap adorably, making me smile.

"Aren't black cats supposed to be bad luck or something?" I asked, earning her attention.

She put her arm on the back of her seat, leaning her head on her hand as she gave me her full attention. "I didn't peg you for the suspicious type," she taunted.

I smiled. "I never said I believed it. Just what I've heard."

She chuckled, licking her lips. "Fair point... I don't believe it either. I just love black cats. They're so cute and get way too much stick for merely existing."

It was my turn to laugh. She had such a unique way of thinking that I couldn't help but be attracted to. Something as simple as the way she was smiling at me right now warmed my heart.

"How is your hand by the way?" she suddenly asked, eyes looking down to it.

I squeezed it into a fist and released. The purple bruising along my knuckles had turned yellow-green which meant it was getting better, but it did still hurt a little. Nonetheless, I didn't want to make Wanda feel bad, so I gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," I said, making her look up at me with concerned eyes. "I mean, it hurts a little, but it's getting better."

She pursed her lips, nodding. "Nate really did deserve what you did. Bet it felt good."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise, certainly not expecting that. "I guess it did a little, but..."

"It's okay, I'm not biased," she promised with a slight smile. "We broke up, remember?"

I relaxed before mirroring her expression. "Then yeah, it felt pretty great. Karma for hitting me with that stupid football."

She chuckled, leaning back into her seat and clutching her cat. "Karma, indeed." There was a pause, before she grew excited. "So prom is coming up. How are we feeling?"

I groaned playfully. "We're feeling exhausted already. I'm not a huge prom fan."

She gasped. "Seriously? Y/N, come on, it's our last one! How aren't you excited?"

I pulled a face. "The concept of dancing in a hall with people I barely speak to isn't exactly appealing."

She straightened up, hugging her cat closely. "So what, you're not gonna go?"

"I'm not sure yet... Y/BF/N has plans to ask someone and really wants me to go, too," I admitted. "But I've not decided. I might just leave him to it."

She tilted her head to the side curiously, eyes studying me intensely. "What if somebody asked you to go with them? Then would you go?"

I tried not to laugh as I leaned my head in the palm of my hand on the table. "Nobody is going to ask me, Wanda. Nobody even knows who I am."

She scoffed playfully. "Now that's just not true. You're beautiful, Y/N. Funny. Kind. Intelligent. Someone is bound to ask."

I rolled my eyes, hoping to distract from the heat rising to my cheeks. I knew she was just saying all of that stuff to be nice, but God was I awful at accepting compliments.

She must have noticed as she leaned forward on her own palm, eyes glowing with entertainment. "Okay, what if you asked somebody?"

Appreciating the subject change, I leaned back in my seat. "I wouldn't even know who to ask."

She thought about it for a moment, before saying, "Pietro was being annoying earlier with all of that questioning, but he's right. Is there nobody you're even remotely interested in at school?"

I quirked a brow, wondering if she was serious. The way she was watching me patiently, a small smile tugging at her lips, made me believe she was. And I found that I couldn't bring it in myself to completely lie to her. So, I didn't.

"There's one person," I admitted reluctantly, swallowing hard. This piqued her interest as she sat up straight, an excited look on her face. I continued, "But I could never ask her."

She gave me an are you serious? look. "And why not?"

I tensed my jaw, smile fading at the thought. "She wouldn't say yes."

Wanda's expression softened. "I doubt that."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shuffled in my seat. "She wouldn't. And it's fine anyway! I mean, I wouldn't even know what to say. It's pointless."

"Try," was all she said. And in response to my confused face, she added, "Try asking me. Practice what you would say if I was this girl."

I shook my head. "Wanda, that's not–"

"Just try!" she insisted, sitting back in her seat and smiling encouragingly. "No harm, no foul, right?"

Maybe a little, I thought, but straightened up anyway.

"Okay, er..." I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling nervous as her eyes followed my every move. Looking up, I felt intimidated by her gaze, even though she had the softest smile and kindest eyes directed my way. "Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "I'd be honoured to, Y/N."

It was fake, this whole thing was 'practice'. But God, I wanted it to be real so bad. She held my gaze, confident and startling and wonderful all at once, and I had no idea what to do. My palms were getting sweaty and my heart was racing the longer she stared. My gaze fell to her lips at the wrong time, as she licked them and I wanted to lean in, wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her hard and tell her how I felt. I wanted to ask her to prom and dance with her in the school gym. I wanted to hold her hand and pull her close, staring into her eyes without fear of going too far.

I wanted her.

"Okay, we're all done here," Pietro's voice broke our staring contest. He clapped his hands together, stopping by the table. "You both ready to go?"

Wanda nodded, already sliding out from the booth. "I'm ready. Y/N?"

I looked up and forgot how to breathe when she smiled down at me.

"Y-yeah," I got out, wiping my palms on my jeans before sliding out the booth. "All ready. Let's go."

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Prom came upon us in no time and I'd made the decision to attend. My sister ended up convincing me with Y/BF/N, the two of them rambling about how it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and a rite of passage before graduating high school. As much as I hated the thought of attending, I knew they were right, so I agreed to go.

Y/S/N came over to help me get ready, as she was the one who picked my dress. I wanted to wear a cute pantsuit, not really one for dresses, but after her complaints – "you're really milking that whole 'I'm a lesbian' look aren't you?" – I agreed on a dress that she chose.

She helped me do my hair and makeup before taking loads of embarrassing photos of me at the door. I went to prom with Y/BF/N and his date – some girl he liked in his Maths class – which wasn't too bad, but I didn't want to third wheel too much, so I gave them space when we actually arrived.

The school had done a good job at converting the gym into something unrecognisable, I must admit. Plus there was food, which was always a good distraction.

Some acquaintances from some of my classes said their hellos to me and engaged in some quick conversations before moving on. Admittedly, it wasn't too bad catching up with people I'd shared class with over the past several years. Y/BF/N even had a few dances with me, both him and his date, which was sweet, but honestly, I still felt out of place.

Two hours in, I was already fed up of the experience, opting to stand on the sidelines by a cocktail table with a sad glass of punch. I definitely didn't expect to see Wanda approaching me with an impressed smile on her lips. I hadn't actually seen her since arriving, the place full of students and myself barely recognising anyone as it was, let alone in a full gymnasium.

"You came," she said when she stopped my table, eyes looking me up and down. "You look amazing, Y/N."

She was one to talk. I tried not to drool over how beautiful she looked. I assumed she'd be one to wear a dress, but I guess I assumed wrong as she was pulling off a burgundy suit and white blouse. Her hair was curled and left out, paired with a smokey eye makeup look that only complimented her eyes perfectly.

"Says you?" I replied with a smile. "You look gorgeous, Wanda."

She smiled bashfully. "Thank you... so what made you change your mind in coming?"

I laughed uncomfortably, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Partially forced by my family, partially felt like I had to."

She laughed alongside me. "Well, I feel like you made the right choice."

"Not too sure about that," I joked, before straightening up. "So, who was lucky enough to bring Wanda Maximoff as their date to the prom?"

She rolled her eyes at my compliment, smile on her lips still. "Nobody. I came alone. Well, alone but with my brother."

I was surprised at that, but tried to hide it with a nod. "Alone works, too."

"Says the girl who also came alone," she teased.

I couldn't help but smile with amusement. "Yeah. Says she."

Setting her purse on the table, she began to open it. "I was looking for you earlier. But I couldn't find you."

I watched as she fumbled around in her purse. "Yeah? And what did you need?"

After a moment of searching, she finally pulled out two slips of paper that looked like tickets. Holding them up with a small smile, she said, "I've got two tickets to the Paramore concert happening in the summer."

My jaw dropped with disbelief. "You're kidding."

She shook her head, holding them towards me. I accepted them, looking to see if she was pulling my leg. She wasn't.

"These are really good seats," I pointed out, before looking up at her. "You scored big time."

She laughed as I held the tickets out to her. Accepting them back, she said, "I did. And I bought them for a reason."

I raised an eyebrow as she watched me.

"We've got to get matching tee shirts somehow, right?" she joked lightheartedly before looking to me with certainty. Green eyes sparkled with hopefulness as she said, "Come with me."

My mouth went dry. She was asking me to go with her, holy shit.

I opened my mouth, about to speak, but she cut me off.

"Don't say maybe," she said, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "Say yes."

The music and the dancing students and the lights all faded into nothing as Wanda waited for a response, stepping closer to me, way too close to be platonic. I was overwhelmed, definitely not expecting this. Never in a million years did I think Wanda Maximoff, the most popular girl in our grade, would be asking me to see Paramore with her. I didn't even think she knew I existed!

Her eyes darted between mine patiently, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath tickling my lips as she waited and I looked down to hers, suppressing the urge to lean in.

"Yes," I finally spoke, voice barely a whisper as I swallowed hard. "I'll go with you."

She nodded, but that wasn't enough as she licked her own lips. I looked back to her eyes, only to see her looking down at mine.

"Can I kiss you?" she muttered softly, making me freeze in place.

Her eyes looked back to mine, dark and patient. I managed to nod weakly, and she wasted no more time when pressing her lips to mine a in a slow, gentle, warm kiss. Her hand wrapped around my waist, tugging my body close to hers, as the other rested behind my neck, giving me goosebumps and turning my insides to jelly.

I closed my eyes, melting into her embrace, one hand planted firmly on her waist as the other rested on her chest. She tasted like peppermint and her floral perfume was infiltrating my senses, making my head dizzy in the best way possible.

When she pulled away, I opened my eyes and was immediately submerged in pools of green. Still so close to her, I kept ahold of her waist as she did the same with me, eyes flickering down to my lips once more.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I admitted breathlessly.

She looked to me again. "Why didn't you?"

Her lips were swollen slightly, red lipstick ruined. I could only imagine the mess on my own lips, but I didn't care.

I smiled nervously. "You were with Nate."

She tried not to laugh. "How stupid of me." Eyes falling to my lips again, she added, "I should have broken up with him sooner if it meant I could do this."

I smiled widely, heart fluttering in my chest at her words. Leaning forward, I took her bottom lip in mine, giving her a final kiss that was long overdue before pulling away.

"In case you couldn't tell, you were the girl I wanted to ask to prom," I said, stepping back slightly, but taking her hands in mine.

She bit her lip to contain her smile. "I figured... and for the record, I would have said yes."

My cheeks began to heat up, but I smiled nonetheless. "Well, in that case... Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

She grinned. "I would be honoured, Y/N."

I mirrored her expression. She held out her free hand.

"Do you wanna dance?" she asked gently.

I accepted her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'd love to."

Before either of us could make a move to do so, we heard Pietro's voice shouting in the distance.

"Fina-fucking-lly!"

We turned to the left to see him racing towards us in his blue suit, a knowing smile on his lips.

"You took forever," he said with disbelief to his sister. "I thought I'd have to keep flirting with Y/N in front of you for you to get the hint and make a fucking move."

Wanda rolled her eyes, but I smiled as her cheeks dusted pink.

"And you!" he said, looking to me. "You're so oblivious it hurts."

"Wanda didn't know I existed before this year," I told him, half joking and half serious. "I had every right to be."

Wanda squeezed my hand, earning my attention. She shook her head. "That's not true. I always noticed you."

I gave her a knowing look. "Seriously?"

With an endearing smile, she nodded. "Seriously."

I sighed, looking away and definitely not expecting that. "Well, okay then."

She laughed, pulling me close and wrapping an arm around my waist comfortably. "I believe you owe me a dance. C'mon.

Pietro opened his mouth to speak, but Wanda merely pushed past him, guiding me to the dance floor.

"Not now, Piet," she said, before looking to me with sparkling eyes. "I want to dance with my girlfriend."

I was sure it was impossible for me to smile anymore.

"Girlfriend," I noted aloud, nodding. "I like the sound of that."

She grinned before standing opposite me, holding out her hand. And as I accepted it, I felt a warmth spread all over me that was only possible because of one girl and one girl only.

Wanda Maximoff.

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dirtychocolatechai · 4 years

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meet-cute | b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): fluff, awkward Bucky, vet appointment stuff, Alpine Request: Babes if you're lowkey taking requests can I lowkey make one? 👉🏼👈🏼🥺💕 something flirty and cute and maybe a lil spicy with Bucky and vet!reader where something's going on with Alpine? Not self indulgent at all 😻💖 Notes: This was the first thing I’ve written in months and it felt damn good. Funny story, I actually almost went to school to be a vet tech + shadowed a vet for two weeks and got to see some wickedly cool things.

This was a bit self-indulgent on my part because I had a cat who passed away some years ago because of struvite stones and I wished he had a happier ending like Alpine so I thought why not 🤷‍♀️💖

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There’s nothing Bucky hates more than the stringent smell of industrial cleaners and clinical white walls - too many associations and shades of memory long laid to rest - except for when something’s going on with Alpine. The Turkish Angora was fine up until a few days ago when he started to hide away and sleep all day.

That wasn’t too concerning at first...

But then came the pained little noises, the frantic running back and forth from the litter box, the excessive grooming. The pit that started forming low in his belly grew, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong, with his little buddy.

Bucky wasn’t about to fuck around and set up an appointment with the first vet office he could find that had a same-day opening. And now he’s trying not to fall apart at the seams while he waits for the docs to do their magic and tell him what the hell’s going on with his cat and what he has to do to fix it.

The vet tech collected Alpine a bit ago and every minute stretches into years, the cat’s pitiful meow echoing in his ears and those betrayed eyes burned onto the backs of his eyelids.

I know, Bub, I’m sorry but they gotta figure out what’s going on. It’ll be okay, they’ll take care of you.

His ass went numb from the plastic chair ages ago, his leg jiggling up and down at a rapid pace as he chews on his thumbnail and waits.

And waits.

God, he knows these things take time but he’d rather be back at home, curled up on the couch with Alpine pigging out on breakfast food and watching space documentaries.

How much longer-

“Alright, Mr. Barnes?”

The heavy door swings open with a click, a kind, professional voice preceding a pair of sensible shoes as the vet steps into the room with a clipboard cradled against her chest. His eyes snap up, skipping over her completely to look at the tech holding his cat who looks absolutely miserable.

She introduces herself but he’s not paying attention. He’s not meaning to be rude but all his focus narrows in on that white little face, the knot in his chest unfurling at the little mew.

He smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he breathes, “Hey there, Little Buddy.”

The vet doesn’t push, in fact, she seems a little enamored with how much he melts at the sight of his pet. Her own lips quirk up into a soft smile while she stands off to the side patiently as Alpine’s set down on the metal table.

Bucky gets in a few good scritches under his chin, the beginnings of a purr just starting to vibrate his hand when the vet clears her throat delicately.

He clears his throat, heat burrowing into the apples of his cheeks. “Shi - uh, ‘m sorry.” A hand scrubs over the back of his neck. “I’m just - uh - y’know...”

Her laugh trickles down his spine like warm rain, the sound effectively drawing his attention away from the cat rubbing up against his side. He gets his first look at her and oh.

A bare face and a no-nonsense hairstyle greet him, her scrubs and white coat adding to the overall doctor vibe but she’s still breathtaking. The natural beauty in the curves of her face, the slant of her brows, the sparkle of her eyes.

He feels like he got sucker-punched in the chest, his heart giving a sudden throb that has him coughing like an idiot as he scrambles to not look like such a jackass.

“So,” he clears his throat, scratching at the stubble along his jaw, “What’s - what’s wrong with him?”

Glancing down at Alpine’s chart, she hums and writes a note before glancing back up with a reassuring smile. “Nothing that can’t be managed with a special diet and watching his water intake.”

It’s like the weight of the world disappears from his shoulders, his broad frame practically heaving with his sigh of relief. “Oh thank fucking- ahem, ‘scuse me - thank god.”

Her chuckle and sly smile have him blushing from the roots of his hair to the collar of his shirt, his stomach squirming in discomfort. Old habits are hard to break, especially ones his momma taught him with a box to the ear.

“You’re allowed to swear, Mr. Barnes,” she says, reaching down to run her fingers through snow-white fur. “We’re all adults here.”

“No, no, I know...”

“Hm, anyway, his blood work came back and everything looks fine which is a good thing.”

And it’s back to business like that, any hint of personality hidden behind cool professionalism that Bucky thinks even Tasha would admire. Except for the playful gleam in her eyes as she sneaks peeks at him while going over everything they did and what they found.

“Struvite crystals are quite common in cats at low levels, especially males because their tract is longer and narrower.” She pauses, flipping to a new page. “Depending on the severity, they can clump together in the urinary tract and actually form stones. That’s where the true problem lies because get one large enough, and it can cause a blockage.”

He’s listening with rapt attention, soaking in the knowledge she’s imparting to him all the while, petting Alpine who keeps nuzzling him and making little sounds. Honestly, he could listen to her talk for hours even if he didn’t understand a goddamn thing.

She’s so animated when she speaks, holds eye contact and makes sure he understands everything without making him feel like an idiot. He’s had so many doctors who talked at him rather than with him, staring through him without seeing, more interested in the paycheck rather than their patients.

But not her, she cares.

Deeply.

He can see it all over her face and it’s utterly enchanting. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little enamored, charmed.

Turning the tablet towards him, she shifts closer and a waft of whatever perfume she’s wearing tickles his nose as she explains what the x-ray of Alpine’s abdomen found.

“These are the stones but thankfully they’re relatively small,” she points to several hazy white ovals starkly visible on the radiograph, “We caught them in time before they became a really big problem.”

Shit, she smells so good...

“Now, we’ll send you home with a special diet and see how he does. Also, make sure to up his fluid intake as much as you can. The food can take several months to start dissolving the crystals so we’ll have to do everything we can to help. Sound good?”

Bucky hasn’t pulled his eyes away from her face once this entire time, and how fucking creepy is that?

Quickly looking down at Alpine, embarrassment gnawing at his belly, he nods and wishes for the first time since he cut his hair that he hadn’t so he’d at least have a passing chance at hiding the blush burning its way across his face.

“Yeah,” he says, picking up the ball of white fluff to hold against his chest, a makeshift shield. “Is there anything else I should do?”

“No.” She smiles, writing another note and tapping away at the tablet next to her. “I do want to see him again in about a month for a check-up.”

Fuck, he doesn’t want to leave so soon.

The irony isn’t lost on him either.

How does he make this last longer? What can he do? If Sam was here right now, he’d be kicking him in the ass and bitching at him to ask for her number already, Ice Pick.

The clack of the chart being set down rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and sounding so fucking final that he starts to panic.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

She’s already halfway to the door when she asks, “Do you have any questions?”

The word vomit spring from him, unbidden and sudden without any thought, more forward than he’s been with a woman in years.

“Can I have your number?”

As soon as the question leaves his lips, he curses, cringes and wishes he could snatch the very words from the air itself.

Great, I just hit on my vet.

No amount of backpedaling can salvage this but goddamn it if Bucky doesn’t try, stuttering out some half-assed excuse about wanting it just in case he thinks of something later.

When he glances up, he wishes he hadn’t. The vet tech is in near tears in the corner, biting her lips so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if they started to bleed.

But it’s the absolute surprised bafflement on the woman he just inappropriately hit on that does him in, makes him about ready to burn all forms of identification and run for the hills.

Her brows nearly reach her hairline, her mouth slack, eyes startled. She gets ahold of herself before he does, and he barely stops himself from slapping a hand over his face.

Right when he’s thinking there’s no way he’s going to be able to show his face in the office again, her expression softens with gentle amusement and her lips twitch.

Struck dumb, he can only watch as she writes something down on a slip of paper before handing it over to him. He barely believes the string of numbers and the cheeky little call me anytime :).

The wink she sends his way is there and gone, so fast he almost believes he imagined it.

“For emergencies only,” she says, slyly. “Of course.”

“Of course,” he agrees, almost tripping over the cat carrier as he hurries to stuff Alpine back in. “Of course, thank you. I...appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky leaves the room in a stupor, the world sharply shifted to the left as he heads to the front desk to make the follow-up appointment, but not before hearing the whispered, “Girl, you’re lucky. He’s fine!” and the “He is, isn’t he?”.

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hes-writer · 4 years

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Behind the Curtain

Summary: harry and y/n go on a date

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, oral, male receiving (so far)

Word Count: 5163 words

A/N: this is essentially a part two to 'under the table'. currently experiencing pre-upload jitters. i’m so nervous to post this. 😬

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“Y’didn’t have to do this, love,” Harry whispered in Y/N’s ear, his green eyes admiring the golden tassels wrapped around the deep red curtains of the waiting area. His left arm encompassing around her waist, loosely playing with the fabric of her dress as they waited in line to speak to the person at the front desk. Soft sounds blared through the hidden speakers, caressing his ears with classical music that he surprisingly enjoyed.

Y/N rested her freshly manicured hand on his chest. Her fingertips grazed his skin through the unbuttoned material of his dress shirt. The antennas of the black butterfly resting on his tummy coming alive as Harry’s stomach fluttered. Painted lips tickled his ear with a subtle touch and lowly-whispered words, “How else am I supposed to get your cock in my mouth?” Y/N stared at him innocently, purposefully pouting her mouth as she fluttered her long eyelashes at him.

His eyes bulged from their sockets, snapping his head around their vicinity to see if anybody heard her suggestive purr. Sweet Y/N talking so dirtily to him was rare, and so Harry couldn’t help sharp breath of air he sucked in. He willed his cock to stay soft but it still gave a slight twitch in his trousers. The taut hinge of his jaw hardened as Harry pictured how such a pristine looking woman could be so naughty. God, he was so lucky to have her. “No fuckin’ way,” Harry’s voice grated against his throat. The deepness of it sends thrilling tremors up Y/N’s spine. She quickly faced the front, letting the corner of her mouth quirk up at his tortured murmur of her name. “Y/N…”

Harry sighed in frustration as his girl ignored him in favour of expectantly waiting for their turn.

“Hi, réservation pour Styles,” Y/N spoke to the waitress, eyeing him like a vulture to a prey. Harry’s mouth parted open at her accent. It seemed as though her mouth shaped itself perfectly to enunciate the words. “Oui, pour deux,” (Yes, for two)

Fuck. Did she always speak French? Why didn’t he know about this? Harry’s neurons fired rapidly, brows pinching in curiosity and throat shriveling with a rash tightness.

Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail, edges gelled to her forehead in hypnotizing swirls that he often traced with the crown of his finger. The rash juxtaposition of her body lying beside his in their shared bed, virtuously enjoying each other’s company flushing down the drain the moment her gentle hand tugged his behind the curtain of the waiting area. “Allez, Harry!” (Come on, Harry!) She said, commanding him to follow her closely.

Harry didn’t know what to expect from her tonight-- only that she planned to have him writhing in his seat as she let him enjoy the company of her warm mouth. He certainly didn’t expect the semi-private booths so close to each other, separated from prying eyes with thick duvets of velvet maroon fabric. Empty booths showcased a rectangular table with plush seats and portieres tied on the edge of the posts. While on their way to their reserved cubicle, Harry couldn’t help but notice a couple giggling amongst themselves as they exited their table. Y/N gave him a nudge, jutting her chin towards said couple with a glint in her starry eyes.

“Here’s your table,” The waitress greeted with a smile. “The curtains will be drawn closed for privacy if you please. When you’re ready to order, just press the button over here,” She acted her words, pressing her pointer to the golden button merged at the edge of the table. The button flickered twice before suspending in a light glow. “Je serai ici dès que possible,” (I’ll be here as soon as I can)

“Merci,” (Thank you) Y/N nodded in understanding, arms slipping from the confines of her coat. Harry smiled in response, helping the waitress untie the tassels from the post. As soon as the curtains fell, their booth darkened. The luminosity from the general restaurant setting being blocked out. Yellow-hued light from the fixture above their heads spread enough warmth to see each other. The electronic candle in the middle of the dark table flickering as if it was real.

“I didn’t know you could speak French,” Harry’s voice was tight as a knot, lips barely parting to let the words escape. His decorated fingers flickered through the menu distractedly, keeping an open ear to her response.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, I took classes,” She reached over to soothe her palm over his knuckles. They were bruised and purpling from the raucous punches he threw even with the cushion of the boxing gloves. “Pourquoi? Aimes-tu?” (Why? Do you like it?) Her forehead wiggled with humour, earning a chuckle from Harry at her silliness. He didn’t know much of the language but he knew enough. He could say that he liked coffee and, “Oui, je suis allé au cinema avec mes copains et ma famille,” (I went to the cinema with my friends and family)

She threw her head back laughing, starry eyes glinting like a little kid. “You always say that,” Recalling the numerous times the sentence fluidly spilled from his mouth.

He agreed, “Mhm and you never said anything! Thought I was smart until my girlfriend surprised me,” Y/N explained why she never ought to say anything to him--said that there really was no previous circumstance where she felt the need to use it. “I have no idea what you’re saying but you sound hot as fuck,”

“Il y a beaucoup de surprises ce soir,” (There are a lot of surprises tonight) The light atmosphere shifted on a more serious note. Y/N’s tongue peeked from behind her plush, painted lips like a snake slithering its body. Wetting her mouth and smearing it with an irresistible sheen that had Harry feeling dizzy. He bit his own lip, letting the plump flesh whiten with the force. Her accent is killing him. The slow drawl between syllables, the cohesiveness between words as if she considered each appellation with deliberate thought.

“So,” Harry spoke anxiously, unable to keep his body from fidgeting. Y/N hummed in response, thinning her lips inwards. “What are you thinking of getting?” He forced himself to read the options on the laminated paper.

“Something delectable,” She uttered, “savoury,” Fingers flipped to the next page, “maybe something juicy and thick,” Y/N skimmed her eyes over the edge of the log, catching a fleeting glance of Harry’s flushed cheeks. “The braised lamb shank, I think,”

His popped collar tickled the skin of his throat which bobbed with a hefty swallow. Y/N closed the menu, putting it aside so that she could rest her elbows on the table. One palm cradled her chin as she watched him practically sweat in his fancy Gucci suit.

“That sounds. . .great,” Harry felt his eyes droop away, opting to blatantly stare at his girlfriends’ cleavage. Despite the shadow from her forearms, he could still see the crest of breasts, kissing the fabric of her tight dress.

“Yeah? En veux-tu?” (You want some?) Y/N’s heady sigh wisping through the air. Harry salivated at the various images flickering through his head. He breathed out a “yes,” to whatever she just said.

“Really?”

Harry snapped out of his thought, shaking his skull, “I mean no--, wait maybe?”

Y/N chuckled at his keening behaviour, “Calm down, Har. I asked if you wanted some,"

He blew his reddening cheeks, an enlightened hum stemming from his throat, “Nuh uh, I can’t do that. Not when you’re practically teasing me like that,”

“Like what?”

He raised a neatly trimmed brow with the most incredulous expression on his face, “You’re kidding me,” His fingers stretched to play with his rings. Twisting the golden ‘H’ from his digit, back and forth. Y/N caught his actions, briefly letting her walls down in a moment of weakness at the sight of his long fingers doing the most mundane thing ever. “Speaking French? It does things to me, you know,”

Small, thumping noises echoed off of the hollow wood. Fingertips dancing across the surface as Y/N watched him with hooded eyes.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that!” Harry retorted, playfully raising a barrier to his sight.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,”

“ Nothing? Don’t ya’ remember what your naughty lil’ mouth said on our last date?”

Her body perked up in interest, “Hmm, the one where I go on my knees when anyone can walk in?” She bit her lips as he paused. The ring resting on his second metacarpal as he breathed in sharply, a curl flopping over his forehead. “Or having your huge cock so far down my throat that you can’t help but moan?”

“Might’ve said somethin’ about that,”

Y/N shook her head back and forth in mock disappointment, “You shouldn’t think about that stuff, Harry. Anyone can hear you over these curtains and you know very well that you can’t keep those noises in,” She rolled her eyes for effect, reaching for the complimentary glass of water.

His large hand gripped her wrist abruptly, forcing her to look up at him, “I can be quiet if I want to,” Harry gritted his teeth. His ego rubbing against rough edges at her attitude.

“Oh please, don’t make me laugh, H,” Y/N scoffed in response, “mais j'aime les sons que tu fais,” (But I love the sounds you make)

There it was again; the dip in her tone. Harry might not exactly understand what she was saying but there was no doubt in his mind that it was meant to provoke him; to turn him on. He growled deep in his throat that she barely heard it through Tchaikovsky’s movement. “So fuckin’ stubborn,”

She leaned back on the booth, crossing her arms over her chest. “Listen closely. I’m in control tonight, alright?” Y/N stared him down, watching the contemplation washing over his face. “C’est ma nuit,” (It’s my night)

“Cut the attitude, Y/N,” His breath hitched in his throat as Y/N smirked gleefully. Her leg raised to rub the bulge in his pants from under the table which Harry obviously did not expect. Y/N’s heel pressed lightly where she assumed his crotch would be, experimentally dipping the curvatures of his upper thighs. Harry gripped the edge of the table at a spark of pleasure flashing through his whole body when Y/N inconspicuously leaned over to press the button the waitress had indicated. “S-stop that,”

“I really don’t want to, daddy,” She gave him a quick smile. His bleary eyes blinking from being closed so tight--an effort to control himself.

“Y/N, I swear to--,” Harry began to murmur when the curtain slipped open. His large palm roughly grabbing her ankle at the surprise of an outsider’s presence.

“What can I get for you?” The waitresses’ pulled her notepad. The tip of the pen patiently resting on the paper.

Y/N opened her menu, sending a wink in Harry’s direction, “I’ll have the braised lamb shank please,”

The waitress nodded, moving to face her body towards Harry, simultaneously jotting down the order. Harry could feel his heart palpitating in his rib cage. Y/N’s ankle twisting every which way to get out of his vice grip.

“Et toi, sir?” (And you?)

Harry stuttered a response, suddenly forgetting what he chose to eat tonight. Did he even choose anything? Regardless, the closed menu scorned him to open it. But that would mean having to let go of his girl’s ankle. Hesitantly, he raised his hands from beneath the table, flinching the slightest bit as Y/N stretched her ankle subtly.

“I’ll have the uh--,” He pursed his lip at a sudden pressure, “The uh, same,”

“Alright, anything else I can get for you?” A questionable frown was plastered on the stranger’s face at Harry’s strange actions and stuttered speech.

“Une bouteille de rouge, s'il vous plaît” (A bottle of red, please) Y/N beamed sweetly as if she wasn’t doing anything unspoken right below the waitress’s nose.

The waitress disappeared behind the cloth, clicking her pen. Once again, Harry and Y/N were left in the semi-private booth to do as they please. Well, for Y/N to do as she pleased. She established that he wasn’t really the one in control here and he could rest his pride for the night to let his girl have her night of dominance.

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The night went on easier than Harry thought. Aside from the little fiasco in the beginning, Y/N didn’t try to surprise him with any more affectionate touches after that. He wasn’t quite sure if he was grateful or not because anything Y/N wanted to give him; he would take it.

“No! It ‘juh’ ‘m’appelle Harry’,” (My name is Harry)

He plopped a piece of seasoned meat in his mouth, creasing his forehead, “That’s what I said, innit? ‘Jeh’ m’appelle Harry, yeah?” He quirked a brow, cheek puffing as he chewed his food.

“You need to work on your accent, monsieur,” (Mister)

He hummed, “mm say that again,” What was meant to be a subtle joke incited the beginning of Y/N’s plans. She dabbed the edge of her napkin on the corners of her mouth. The glass of bubbly water simmered against the rim of the flute. Y/N stood up to sit next to him, pulling her dress down to her thighs, scooching her body against the velvet cushion seats.

“Hi there,” Harry greeted, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “What are you up to?” He whispered so quietly that he was sure--even with Y/N’s close proximity-- that she did not hear it.

“Je te veux, Harry,” (I want you) Her pointer tapped her cupid’s bow twice. Harry could feel his heartbeat quicken when her tongue appeared, resting a fingertip right in the middle. She made a show of slathering her digit with her saliva, excessively wetting it as if it were his dick. Heat rose under his clothes. There was a burning desire to run as far away from her as possible but he also wanted to melt in a puddle under her feet. “Ici,” (Here)

That he knew. The word came out muffled due to her lips puckering, cheeks hollowing with an effort from the suction of her mouth. His thumb reached up to graze her bottom lip, now loose from releasing her finger, opting to trace teasing touches on his crotch. “You want me in here?” The pad of his thumb slipped between her lips, resting the digit on her wet tongue just as she had only moments prior. “Will I let you?”

Y/N dipped her head forward, pushing his thumb deeper in her mouth, Sparks of pain lingered on his nerves as she sucked with determination. She rolled her eyes at his question, obviously forgetting who was in charge here, “I’ll take what’s mine,”

“Tu es à moi,” (You are mine) Harry’s hand dropped between their bodies, slumping bonelessly as she gripped his hardening length through his pants, “C'est à moi,” (This is mine) His head fell back on the padded wall, nose wheezing with a vehement sigh.

From the corners of his eye, he could see a slither between the curtains. Workers walking every which way to serve customers, guests walking to their booths. There was no way they could get out of here without being caught. As much as he hated it, Y/N was right. He was vocal in his pleasure. He wanted his partner to know how good he was feeling; always praising encouraging words and releasing quiet whimpers when it felt particularly nice.

A tug on his lower half snapped him out of his worrisome thoughts. His previously half-massed length plumping to its full potential. Blood surged through his dick, deeming his brain useless and lightheaded with excitement. “Fuck, who are you?”

Harry didn’t actually think she would go through with this. Y/N has never done anything as risque before. Except for last date’s escapade under the table where he made her cum with his tongue and fingers, forcing her to stay quiet as he got his cheeks wet.

He breathed in a sigh of relief when the button on his trousers popped open. The zipper followed soon enough. The underside of his dick pushed the metal hinge down. The fabric of his boxers stained with blurts of pre-cum, darkening the grey material with a sticky liquid that Y/N couldn’t wait to have on her tongue. Y/N stared at it with awe while Harry merely panted in disbelief. “Tu es si dur,” (You are so hard)

Harry lifted his hips to allow Y/N to slide his trousers and underwear past his bum. “Huh?” He mumbled, scooting to make room for Y/N as she bent at the hip, still sitting on the seat. Y/N looked into his hazy eyes, too delirious to connect like-sounding words together and translating it; not when her warm palm touched his hard, velvet skin.

“You’re so hard,” She dotted her thumb on the leaking slit, swirling the pad in circles to collect more moisture before swiping her digit towards the crown where the head met the shaft. He was most sensitive in that area and it clearly showed when the slightest graze caused him to shiver and garble out a relieved groan. “Soyez silencieux,” (Be quiet)

Harry glared at her, trying to shake the spots in his vision, “I can be quiet,”

His words fell on deaf ears as Y/N proceeded to wrap the rest of her fingers, one by one, around his girth. Each touch was like a shot of electricity frying his nerves. A moan rumbled deep in his chest, barely able to stop it with a clamp of his mouth.

Y/N chuckled, sticking her tongue to saturate her taste buds with his musky flavour, “Sure, you ca--,” Her words were cut off with an appreciative hum. The vibrations rattled his senses. Paired with the noises she was making, the visual of her kitten licking the pool of pre-cum on his tip, her fingers massaging his engorged dick, and God forbid she stared up at him with hooded eyes like she was the one receiving immense amounts of pleasure.

“Are ya’ comfortable, bunny?” Harry asked, noting the way she looked awkwardly bending to reach his middle. She shook her head just as the heat of her mouth encompassed the head, almost distracting him from his initial question. “Up ya’ go, c’mon,” He muttered. His dick pointed straight to the dim ceiling, jolting every which way as he made more room for her to sit and lay down. She shifted her body, ducking her head nearly under the edge of the table. Her cheek rested on his ferns while he palmed her ass with the way she laid. “How’s that?”

“Meilleur,” (Better)

“Good,” Harry replied. Y/N’s heart fluttered at his sweetness. She nearly had his cock tucked inside the confines of her mouth yet he put her first. He definitely deserves something special for that.

She maneuvered his dick to level with her hungry mouth. Like she did with her finger, Y/N lathed her tongue over the prominent veins decorating his length, insistently pressing her wet muscle against it. Every time she did something she absolutely knew would result in a groan on his end, Harry’s clenched fists gripped her ponytail tighter and dug his fingers on the soft flesh of her bum.

At least he wasn’t making any noise.

Slurping noises filled the booth as Y/N relaxed her mouth, head bobbing back and forth. It irritated her cheek to have his course pubic hair scratching her skin but it was the least of her worries. Harry tried to keep an open gaze shifting between Y/N mouthing at his dick to the gap in the curtain. His heart skipped a beat every time someone appeared to be walking in their direction but then turned away at the last minute. Except a familiar waitress seemed to be walking directly over to them. She was only metres away and Harry wondered if it was worth the embarrassment to feel Y/N’s heavenly mouth for a few more seconds.

“Baby, get up. Someone’s coming,” Harry reached over to grab Y/N’s discarded coat, placing it over his exposed dick and hissing when the fabric touched his sensitive tip. Y/N sat up from her half-sitting position, using her thumb to wipe the rims of her mouth, catching the suspicious stickiness, suckling at the skin and appearing too calm for almost getting caught.

“Here are the desserts you ordered earlier,” The waitress began, curtains waving open a second late. A tray of delectable sweets lay on the cart. Pink and pistachio green French macarons plated delicately on a small plate for them to share. Both Y/N and Harry craved merveilleux (marvellous); a light meringue cake with whipped cream and dusted chocolate shavings. It wasn’t too sweet and it was immensely creamy.

Harry blew out his blushy cheeks, stray curls falling over his forehead as his large hand palmed over his centre; the other hand pinched his lips. His dimples deepened with a slight smile as he tried to act normal.

Y/N started to thank her but stopped to clear her throat, finding that Harry’s thick length was more work than she thought, “Thank you. Merci,”

“Je te veux plus profond,” (I want you deeper) Y/N stated, eyeing Harry’s fist crumpling her coat to cover his length. He was about to ask what the fuck she just said but he found out exactly what she meant a moment later. Y/N tucked her calves beneath her thighs, resting her body weight on her knees under the table. She removed the coat from his lap, revealing his drippy cock.

The flat of her tongue lapped at the underside of his dick, beginning from the base where his tights balls rested snuggly--filled with cum that she wanted shooting down her throat--to the hooked skin of his frenulum, tracing the curved shape before swirling the entire head like a hurricane, ending the focus on the slick surface of his blurting, red tip before pulling off. She bowed her fingers to haul his clothing down further, bunching the fabric on his calves.

Like he did to her, Y/N used the end of her palm to force his thick thighs open, sensually rubbing the muscle. “Ow,” She looked up in concern, finding him smiling down at her, “‘M kidding it didn’t hurt,”

Y/N scoffed, cradling his balls and giving it a harsher squeeze to reprimand him. “Se comporter,” (Behave) He appeared to understand the message.

She left her hand to handle his balls, gently rolling each of them in his sack. Y/N gripped his dick in a way that allowed her to sink lower to press a lingering kiss to the middle of his sack. The unusual spot sent alarming signals to Harry. However, at this point, everything felt like heaven on earth. All he wanted was to release his usual appreciative groan when Y/N took it upon herself to suck on each ball, releasing sparks of pleasure up the length of his dick. Her hand moved to the thick base to hold him steady, alternating the pressure of her fingers around him.

“Bon garçon,” (Good boy) Y/N praised, noticing the way the flesh of his bottom lip was stained white from his baring teeth. She engulfed him in her mouth, shearing half of his length from sight. He breathed harshly, feeling the smooth walls of her mouth caressing his hot skin. Her tongue added stimulation on the underside with dipping, upward licks while the other side rubbed against the ridges of the roof of her mouth. The varying degrees of pressure sent Harry into overdrive.

What did she say? Good boy, wasn’t it? Harry cursed his curious mind from focusing on something aside from the feeling between his legs.

“Yes, I’m a good boy,” He whimpered through a pursed mouth, heavy pants escaping his heaving chest as he slumped lower in his seat. The tip of his dick prodded her throat, producing a choking sound from Y/N and had Harry thumping his fist on the table, clattering the contents.

Throughout his relationship, Y/N had never let his cock past where she was comfortable taking him. The absolute rush he felt from his neurotic tip dipping in what he can describe as the wettest, tightest and warmest place he had ever felt was almost enough to let his ego go and ruin his vocal cords.

“Good boys deserve a reward, right?” Y/N mumbled through his tumescent head, letting the fold of her lips rub his pink tip. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, resting her cheek on his quivering knee. “Pass me my glass, please,”

Harry chuckled at her request, sitting up a little so that he could reach across the table for her glass of water. Y/N waited for the inevitable jutting of Harry’s hips as he moved forward, widening her mouth to accommodate his thick length down her throat. She gagged from the intrusion, feeling the head of his cock hitting her pharynx.

“God, fuck!” Harry groaned, hand swiftly gripping her tied hair, holding her position. His elbow rested on the table, resting his forehead on his forearm. The fabric of his dress shirt bunched when his abdominal muscles clenched. She has never taken him all the way before. He clutched the edge of the booth when she pulled off. The cool air hitting his wet cock.

“Droit?” (Right?)

Harry nodded desperately, willing his hips to stick to the chair. “Can you do it again? Please, Y/N. I’m so close,”

Y/N observed his body as much as she could. The lulled lids draping over his hazy eyes; most likely blinking out the white spots from his vision. His coloured lips were glossy with arousal. The apples of his cheeks were stamped a blush red. Sometimes his cheek bulged with the pressing of his tongue in quiet desperation, gazing down at her with admiration planted in his eyes. Other times she looked up; his cheeks were hollowed as he sucked in a deep breath, head tilted backwards with eyes stamped shut.

“Tu es proche?” (You’re close?) Y/N didn’t need an answer. She could tell from the tensing muscles of his thigh. Harry’s knees trying to knock together and the quivering of his hipbones underneath her thumbs, holding him down.

“Oui, proche,” (Yes, close) He mumbled repeatedly, hoping that what he said and what he wished for was the same thing.

Y/N hummed in response, choosing not to answer verbally. Instead, she relaxed her mouth, widening her lips to wrap around his head, massaging the girth until she reached the base. She breathed deeply through her nose, loosening her throat to ease his cock further. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth, slick saliva leaving his length wet and warm. She came up with a gasp before engulfing him back inside.

Muted moans were released in the air. Harry’s worries of getting caught were placed at the back burner of his mind. Not when his girl had a mouthful of his cock down her throat; granting him with so much pleasure that only she could give. His eyes rounded when her soft hand-rolled his balls a couple of times. She moaned at the sole feeling of Harry’s fingers digging in her scalp to keep her close while simultaneously lifting his hips the slightest bit to force his cock deeper. Silent constrictions of her throat against his dick filled his ears, choking noises echoed in the booth as Y/N bobbed her head up and down.

It had only been a few minutes when Harry’s low drawl of “I’m coming, baby,”. His voice was tight, tone dropping a few octaves as his tip prodded her throat a few more times. The burning in his lower stomach grew bigger as the pleasure mounted on top of each other, leading him to his inevitable release. Y/N could feel his length swell in her mouth, her palm felt his balls pulsating as it prepared to shoot white streaks in her mouth. She briskly pulled away, emitting a tortured whine from Harry, making grabby hands at every part of her.

Harry’s tip weighted on her tongue, making a show of swirling her organ on his frenulum. His lulled eyes pinched together, mouthing a ‘fuck me’ before repeating his hushed chants of “I’m coming”.

And he did! He could barely keep his head stable on his shoulders, opting to thud against the wall as streaks of white shot the expanse of his dick, painting her tongue with his huge load. Y/N continued to squeeze his balls lightly while the other pumped his base. Harry’s stomach caved in, tensing every part of his body until relaxation took over. Harry watched as Y/N tugged his pants upwards, gently asking him to lift his hips up so that he could pull it over his bum. She carefully slipped his softening length back in his boxers, zipping his trousers carefully and popping his button.

His breathing was calm when she came up from underneath with the brightest smile plastered on her face. She kissed him with passion. And he retaliated with the same fervour despite the lethargic feeling in his limbs, his hands cupping her face tenderly as they both smiled into the kiss. Y/N pulled away first, lifting a hand to stroke his clammy forehead, brushing away the stubborn curls.

“Est-tu bon?”(Are you good?) She asked, staring him with so much love in her eyes. She rested the rim of her glass against her lips.

“Are you kidding me? I’m more than good,” Harry praised, sighing nostalgically at what occurred a few minutes ago. He shivered at the thought of her throat stuffed with his cock which gave a twitch in his pants. “I reckon I could go again in a bit,”

Y/N fixed her hair, looking at her reflection through the shiny silverware to make sure that she appeared presentable, “Just wait till’ we get home,” She reached over to press the golden button with the intention of acquiring the bill, settling it and leaving in the comfort of their vehicle.

“Wha’ d’ya mean?” Harry drew his brows together in interest. Her nonchalant statement leading him to conclude that she had more tricks up her sleeve. She reached over his lap to grab her coat, purposefully brushing her wrist against the newly formed bulge in his pants.

She winked in return, “Patience, mon amour,”

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longer than i thought because of my dire need to describe every single fricking thing D:<

sorry for any errors! feel free to correct me :)

let me know what you thought!

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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years

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Your Mark

For anon who asked: what if reader gets the tattoos on their fingers right as BH leaves for the Games, and when they come back, the tatts are healed and they get really excited and spend a solid amount of time just holding reader's hands delicately and softly tracing the runes and notices one of their fingers not-so-subtly reads 'prey'?

You made it correct and horny so u get the Treat. Although no rune nor symbolism exists for ‘prey’ that would be in the nordic branch, HOWEVER I did improvise and added a lil treat that leans into their Paganism AND their breeding kink. Bone apple teet!

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bloodhound/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and ambiguous so no specified parts, however oral is performed on them, Bloodhound headcanons + their body mods mentioned ofc, tattooing your own body to mark yourself as Theirs, aaaand a bit of primal play/ d/s stuff! And an implied breeding kink bc it’s Hound.

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It was a surprise.

You’d been excited—well, not excited for Bloodhound to leave your shared little home on Talos, no, but you’d been excited to be able to schedule the appointment with the tattoo artist. You’d done it under their nose, normally telling Bloodhound about things that excited you, it had been so painful to be so giddy and to see them curious. They had wrapped their arms around you the day before, kissing your forehead once you leant down for them to do so and questioned you with a soft, dimpled smile of, “My love, what has you so excitable recently? Do you wish for me to leave so badly?”

It had been a tease, but you’d quickly yelped out, “Of course not! I just...have a surprise for you when you come home, that’s all, baby.” To which they’d raised their brows, curiously backing you up against the wall and crooned in your ear that they had ways of making you talk. Despite your flush, you were firm that you wanted to keep it a surprise, and they respected that with a playful pout to their expression.

When they had left that morning, you had kissed them goodbye and let them rest your foreheads together. They murmured to themself before calling for Muninn to follow, whilst Arthur stayed behind with you and happily crooned. Because he knew he got to get babied while they were away for the month.

~Rest under the cut~

The bot that had worked on your skin had done a beautiful job, and you’d been careful about the healing process. Diligently keeping moisturized and wrapping your hands up, although it was a touch difficult when it came time to harvest the vegetables and fruits outside in the garden. Your little two-story cottage in the middle of the woods was always such a comfort with the bugs humming and Arthur’s familiar croaking overhead or nearby.

At the end of the month, hiatus hits for the week. And your love you had seen participating in the bloody sport of the Apex games would return to you that day. You were excited, all healed up and taking the time to clean up around the house. Making sure that the stack of furs and quilts were returned to the bed so Bloodhound would not freeze at night. Your poor puppy, always so cold no matter how warm it was outside. But they weren’t a ‘poor puppy’ when they were sticking their cold fingers against your back at night.

The first signal of their return is Muninn’s much softer croaking. Her voice lower and gentler as you see her land from the window on her perch on the porch. The season made the outside look beautiful in oranges and browns of Autumn’s return, and why you yourself had bundled into sweatpants and a comfortable, large black hoodie with the little Apex symbol over the left breast. Thieved from Hound’s closet.

Your beloved comes dressed in civilian clothing through the path in the woods. Their fiery red, kinky tight curls pulled up into a ponytail to reveal the shaved underside of their head and their various ear piercings. A lower black face mask with white sharp teeth on the front like a demonic mouth and their red lensed, large circular glasses rest on their nose. They come bundled in a large jacket with a fur collar, tactical pants, gloves, and boots. Clearly trying to burrow under the neck of their jacket from the chilled air.

When you step outside to greet them, you note the quicker pep in their step to reach you. They’re a bit shorter than you, something that always delighted you, even more so when they scoop you up by your waist and twirl you once in front of the door. “I have missed you greatly.” They practically croon out, allowing you to guide them inside where it would be much warmer.

From there you let them settle in. Their boots and mask coming off, instantly seeking out a kiss from you that you grant, cupping their chilly cheeks with your warm hands and hearing them hum in appreciation. And as always, they reach up to gently grab your hand, turning their face to kiss your palm affectionately. Moving your hand so they could kiss your knuckles, only to pause.

You can’t stop the big grin on your face as you announce, “Surprise!!! This is your surprise- I know it’s probably not like. You know, a gift or anything but uh- I wanted to get something that made me think of you.” Their eyes flicker up to you, this warm expression behind their red lenses. Bloodhound’s full lips quirk upwards, taking both your hands now to inspect the black inked tattoos across the backs of your hands. “I just thought it’d be...you know, uh, kind of romantic if I had your markings on me. All the time?”

Bloodhound- you knew they were sappy in their heart, always so fond of affection- they can’t help but smile brightly now. Showing off their double canines as they look at each rune. You had been careful on your research. Strength on your thumbs, protection on your indexes, blessings on your middles as a quiet joke. But then on your ring fingers, you had Bloodhound’s eye, the symbol they used in the arena and as a symbol of marking you. But on your pinkies? You had an outline of a rabbit for prey, with a small rune in the center of each for Fertility.

Those last two you finger their thumb brushing over the most. Quietly holding one of your hands and looking over the runes and how your fingers have matching stripes going above and below each knuckle. The artist did a wonderful job, you were very happy with the outcome.

“Are you tired, puppy? I know your trek must have been long, especially in the cold.” You murmur softly, raising your free hand to tuck a few loose curls behind their ear. The gesture makes Bloodhound’s eyes raise from your hand, their thumb smoothing over your pinky’s knuckle idly.

“I am not any longer. Not when you have shown that you have permanently marked your body like this,” Bloodhound’s voice is lower, their eyes dropping to make a point of lifting your hand to kiss your ring and pinky knuckles. “How am I to keep myself from you now?”

“Who said you had to?” You can’t help but reply with a breathy little laugh in your throat. Dizzy from how hungrily they look at you.

“Is that an invitation, my love?”

“Always.”

That’s how you end up in bed with them. Them stripped down to their pants, socks, and low-necked t-shirt, you completely undressed and your thighs on either side of their head. Your fingers rest in their curls, curling in at the roots to tug their head where you wanted their mouth most. They offer it to you without much fight, mindful of their sharp canines when they part their lips and take you in again and again and making you shake with your third orgasm.

Bloodhound swallows and licks you through it with their split tongue, each dual drag and the bump of their piercings making you twitch and whimper. But every time you try to get up, their nails press into your thighs and their strong arms hold you right in place. This time when you try to pull yourself back up with soft whimpers of, “Please, please- I can’t- Hound, baby, it’s t-too much-” They pull their mouth from you, pressing hungry kisses to your inner thighs instead.

“You are not done until I am done. Are you not my gift, beloved? My little prey to do with as I please?” Their voice is dangerous, their good eye, golden and bright looking up at you with their pupil blown wide and hungry. You sob out, spreading your legs further with a terrible tremble to your body and watch as that devilish mouth curls into a satisfied smirk. “Good. Stay still for me.”

Before their mouth licks you up again, sealing their mouth back around you and making you keen in overstimulation.

Perhaps they liked their surprise a little too much.

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doublepistolsandawink · 4 years

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thinkin... abt how brobot doesnt have a mouth so like... obviously hed supposedly have vv limited facial expressions,,

BUT through other methods of body language hed prolly learn to show emotion right?? and not just with hand/arm n foot/leg stuff; he kinda adopts lil head quirks n general smaller movements w shoulders, fingers, wrists, waist/hips, etc....

now imagine that, as a robot, he develops very very VERY specific expressive movements since like... his brain is a program. tiny twitch 32 is somehow vastly different from tiny twitch 33 and he is very capable of perfectly coordinating it so he doesnt accidentally do one instead of the other. NO ONE can actually fully figure out these cues and movements and all that—except jake.

because jake has been around this rob(r)o baby with no other physical humanoid & intelligent presence for quite some time. regardless of jake’s skills in reading other people, he KNOWS how to read brobot. id imagine when he first picks up on the fact that brobot does these things to express differing emotion hed take physical notes of some form, but eventually he just... learns by habit n shit what every lil thing means.

this is such a miniscule dumb idea and im not entirely taking the characters themselves into consideration but it wouldnt leave my head until i wrote it down. excuse the dumbassery and in all honesty its a messy concept that might need tweaking but. yeah. Its There. Take It. (please dont hate it)

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AH oh gosh i love love love this. THATS EXACTLY WHAT I THINK !! Brobot doesnt really have a way to commuicate verbally so the little motion cues are SO important and jake can and will pick up on them. A little rocky at first but by god in time its just second nature and natural between them.

#pester jake #AAAH I LOVE THIS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THE ASK....#sunnytunes-in-the-winter

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galaxy-of-me · 4 years

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guess what time is it fellas :)

MIDNIGHT MIDOTAKA RANT TIME

so basically... “midorima shintarō’s extremely unlucky day”, hm?

this is basically just a collection of my favorite parts of the short story so YAY

the manga version is good. i will not lie about that. we get to see what takao’s smitten ass smile looks like and WHEW it delivers. look at this shit:

thATS,,,,, soft. HES PINING. (thank you mr. takahashi for illustrating his smile so freaking softly.)

anyway, the manga aside, the light novel is somehow??? gayer?? lmao??

okay so:

“Incidentally, with regard to this particular characteristic of Midorima’s, Takao had said, ‘You sleep on your back all night long without so much as a twitch! That’s seriously freaky! And you have too many superstitions! Way too many!’

“Takao had teased Midorima about it when they shared a room during the summer training camp. However, this morning, thanks to Midorima’s sleeping posture, he had been able to protect his precious glasses. So the teasing was completely unwarranted, and perhaps being able to sleep without moving was a quality Midorima should be proud of. “

believe it or not, midorima actually listens to the dumb stuff takao tells him. WOAH.

next up is lil’ takao’s headband:

“Midorima was absolutely silent. Takao quickly set the headband in place on Midorima’s head.

“Takao grinned…or rather, he smiled in satisfaction.

“That moment marked the first time since they had started attending Shuutoku High School that Takao had successfully managed to persuade Midorima.”

takao is proud of something as minuscule as this. WHY LMAO? how many times has takao tried to persuade midorima? why is it only now that midorima is giving in?? perhaps because they have become much closer friends and midorima has let his guard down a teensy bit???? quizás,,,,,🤔🤔

aite, here comes the best part:

“‘What is it? What’s wrong?’

“‘…It feels strange to have you worrying about me.’

“Midorima’s expression was both angry and sulky. Takao looked at him in astonishment.

“‘Of course I’m worried. What am I supposed to do if you just up and die before the Winter Cup?’

“‘...’

“Midorima fell silent once more, and he fiddled with his glasses as if he were trying to hide something.

“Upon seeing this, a light bulb went off in Takao’s head as he was struck by a sudden realization.

“So it was on purpose that he smiled a broad, evil grin and said, ‘Well, that’s my excuse. I might actually just want to see a few more of Shin-chan’s amusing episodes, though.’

“‘…Hmph, I figured as much.’”

MIDORIMA SHINTARŌ, YOU FOOL. so, basically midorima isn’t comfortable with people caring about him. (his gom complex is showing.) poor thing. takao recognizes how uncomfortable IMMEDIATELY. i mean he had a light bulb go off in his head and all that. takao is observant, and especially so of Midorima Shintarō’s Habits it seems.

here comes the romance novel stuff:

“Good grief, Takao thought to himself. What, your brain short circuits when you get embarrassed? When are you gonna learn to be honest with yourself?

...

“Geez, our ace is such a handful.

“A smile quirked at the corners of Takao’s mouth, but he was careful to keep this expression hidden from Midorima while he sent a text to Ootsubo to let him know they would be absent from club activities.”

HOO BOY, so takao is in love. yes, we know this. we know he’s in love. WE GET IT.

but the fact that takao “beautiful full laugh that i shove in everyone’s face” kazunari is hiding a tiny smile??? HM. makes you think,,,,🤔🤔 it’s almost like he’s hiding his fondness for the sake of midorima. almost like he cares enough to hide the fact that he cares so much. almost like that tiny expression is enough to let midorima know that takao is looking at him like he’s the damn meaning of mankind’s existence. THAT’S THE DEFINITION OF YEARNING FELLAS.

that is all thank you for listening :)

#original posts #cancer n scorpio #midotaka #knb #sjejsjdjsjssjssjsjssk #tl;dr: this shit gay man

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darks-ink · 5 years

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Absurdism Chapter 2

I haven't done my customary read-through on this chapter, so if there are any spelling mistakes and such, please let me know so I can fix them! (at some point, hopefully later this week)

Rating: Teen/K+ (a lil swearing, because teenagers, man) Warnings: - Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Family Bonding, Alternate Universe - Halfa Jazz AU, Jazz makes friends

Chapter 2: Host the Ghost

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“Danny?” Jazz finally responded, thrown off. It was undeniable that this was her brother in front of her, but… how was he also a ghost? She was the one who had had an accident with the Ghost Portal, and there was no way he could’ve gone through the same, since the Portal had been turned on ever since. “How are you-- What’s going on?!”

“You’re asking me?” he muttered, shifting to a more comfortable position. Jazz felt faintly jealous of how well he took to the skies, his ease up here. She could barely float in place, and here he was, moving about like he’d been doing it for years.

“Well, yeah!” She threw out her hands, dismayed. “I’ve been ruining my school record chasing ghosts all day long, and now I find out you could’ve helped! How long have you had ghost powers anyway?”

He blinked at her, clearly stunned. Then he offered her an awkward grin, raising one hand to start rubbing the back of his neck. Oh, of course, his characteristic display of nerves. “I, uh. Look, it’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” Jazz huffed, crossing her arms. Danny seemed genuine, sure, but maybe she didn’t know him as well as she thought. If he had been hiding ghost powers from her, for who knows how long, without her realizing…

“Okay, so, uh,” Danny said, snapping her out of her thoughts. He shifted again, his legs merging together in a ghostly tail, which twitched in… irritation, maybe? She wasn’t very good at reading the emotional tells of ghost tails. Not yet, at least. “Do you, uh, know about parallel universes?”

She rolled her eyes, chagrined. “You know I do, Danny. Mom and Dad talk about that kind of stuff all the time. Not to mention the Ghost Zone, which we know is in a different dimension.” Not that she understood why he brought it up. Unless… Unless he was implying--

“Right, right.” He bit his lip, probably thinking over his words. “So, um. I’m… from another universe, I guess? I accidentally went through a Portal in the Ghost Zone and didn’t try to go back because I thought this was home.”

Jazz stared at him, unblinking. As she remained quiet, Danny started fidgeting more and more. Plucked at the edge of his glove, tugged on the collar of his suit, swept his tail through the air.

Finally she took mercy on him, and broke the silence. “So my brother isn’t half ghost?”

“Probably not.” Danny shrugged, his vivid green eyes coming up to meet hers again. “I know I got my powers two years ago, when I was fourteen. I’m guessing that you took my place in this universe—timeline—for whatever reason.”

“I see…” She frowned at this new information. It did explain why he was so casual about his powers: he’d had them for far longer than her. But still… “So did our parents finish the Portal two years earlier, or something? If you got your powers when you were fourteen, your version of me must’ve been like… twelve.”

“Uh, no?” Danny shook his head, then quirked one eyebrow at him. “My Jazz is two years older than me. She’s eighteen now, but she was sixteen when I had the accident.” Then his eyes widened as realization struck. “Wait, are you saying that your version of me is the older sibling?”

“I mean, yeah?” She scratched her cheek, feeling increasingly thrown off by the conversation. The little experience she had with ghosts hadn’t prepared her for situations like this one at all. “So, what, we just swapped places? The younger sibling becomes the half-ghost?”

He shrugged. “Guess so… Wait, so then who was down with you when you had the accident?”

“Nobody?” she answered, tone questioning. “Why, did you have someone with you-- No, never mind, of course you did. Sam and Tucker never would’ve let you do something like that without being there to watch.”

“Heh, yeah.” He grinned, a little sheepishly. “To be honest, they were the ones who convinced me to check out the Portal in the first place. I’m kind of surprised you checked it out, to be honest.”

It had been pretty out of character for her, yeah, she could admit that. But… “Our-- My parents were just so sad, when the Portal didn’t work… Even if I didn’t believe in ghosts, I just wanted to help, you know?”

He snorted, but his smile remained, soft. “Yeah, that’s why my Jazz took them out of the house. Wanted them to get their minds off of the failed Portal. Which is also when Sam and Tucker convinced me to show it to them, and, well. I’m sure you can guess how that went.”

Then his eyes widened, like he realized something. “Wait, so does anybody know about you being half-ghost?”

“No?” Oh, but of course. If Sam and Tucker had been there during his accident, then of course they knew about Danny being half-ghost. They would’ve helped him as much as they could, with his powers and his disappearances and everything else.

Danny eyed her speculatively. His tail twitched, but she still couldn’t quite link an emotion to it. She doubted it was irritation, now. “And how long have you had your powers?”

“A little over a month.” She narrowed her eyes at him, puffing out her chest a little. Her core whirled in her chest, in sync with her burst of annoyance. Just because he had two years of experience and friends that helped him didn’t mean… whatever he was going for. “Why?”

“Assuming that everything else follows the same timeline… You’ve fought the Lunch Lady already?” He ignored her attempt at intimidation completely. Not entirely surprising, in hindsight. She probably wasn’t terribly impressive compared to some of the ghosts he must’ve met.

“Well, I didn’t fight her, but I did encounter her, yes. And Dora as well, if that means anything to you.”

He huffed out a laugh. “And you probably weren’t an idiot with Dora’s amulet like I was, so you only had to fight one ghost dragon.” Then he sobered up a little, his smile losing its humor. “But you got the Lunch Lady to leave without fighting her? That’s pretty impressive.”

Danny’s tail split into legs again, and he took a seated position, one leg crossed over the other. Leaning forward, he placed one elbow on his upper leg. “But, sooner or later, you’re gonna run into a ghost you’ll need to fight.”

“I’ve fought ghosts before!” she snapped back. Just because he had two years of experience didn’t mean he could act all high and mighty! “Just because I talked it out with Dora and the Lunch Lady doesn’t mean I can’t fight! I had to beat Dora that first time, didn’t I? And all the animal ghosts, those can’t be reasoned with either.”

“That’s… fair,” he allowed, uncrossing his legs again. Instead, he started to circle around her. “But how much control do you have? What kind of abilities?”

“I have plenty of control!” She bristled, her hair flickering more aggressively, like licking flames. Then she released a hissing breath, forcing herself to calm down again. Just because she was fourteen didn’t mean she had to act like it. “And… Just the basics, I suppose. Invisibility, intangibility, flight. My ghost sense, of course.”

He nodded, but his brow creased in a frown. At least he stopped circling her again, coming to a halt in front of her. “So it really is right after your accident.” His voice was quiet; she wasn’t sure if he had intended for her to hear it.

“So now what?” she asked instead, crossing her arms. Looking at this version of her brother that, somehow, came from a different universe. God, that sounded crazy.

Danny bit his lip, glancing away from her. Nodded to himself, like he’d made up his mind. Turning back, he looked her right in the eyes, expression determined. “How do you feel about me training you?”

She blinked, caught off-guard by the unexpected suggestion. “I-- What?”

“Well…” He shifted, suddenly looking a little awkward. “It’s just-- I had some help figuring out my powers, and I still struggled. The only person who really could’ve helped was… asking for something I couldn’t give him.” Danny took a deep breath, looking more serious than she had ever seen her brother—or any variation of him. “But I can make sure you don’t have to go through that. I have two years of experience. I can help.”

It was… an alluring offer, she could admit. And genuine too—she knew her brother well enough to tell.

“Shouldn’t you get back to your own universe, though?”

Danny grimaced. “Eh, probably. But natural portals like the one I went through are unpredictable; I have no real way of tracking them down. The Ghost Zone is called the Infinite Realms for a reason, y’know?”

“Well, I didn’t know, because I haven’t heard anyone call it that before.” She cocked her head at him, trying to get a good read on him. It didn’t quite make sense. Why wouldn’t he be trying his hardest to get back, no matter how hard it was? What about his own family? “But if tracking down a portal is so hard, then what do you plan on doing? Isn’t Amity Park in danger without you there? Or did the ghosts stop coming?”

He barked out a sudden laugh. “Oh lord, no. They’re worse than ever.” He grinned, widely and brightly, showing off his small fangs. “But Va-- Red and Danielle can take care of them. They’re both very competent ghost hunters.”

Making sure to memorize the names, especially the aborted first name for Red, she watched as Danny’s grin fell a little, his shoulders slumping down. “As for getting home… I’m assuming that Team Phantom will be able to find me. The Booo-merang tracked me down into the future, once, so…” He shrugged.

“The future?” slipped out before she could stop herself. If their worlds seemed to be following the same line, did that mean that she was going to travel to the future at some point? Dangit, now she got them distracted. She’d tried so hard to ignore the earlier names and ‘Team Phantom’, too!

Danny’s expression fell the rest of the way, his mouth going flat. “I… Yeah. Don’t worry too much about it, Jazz. It’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh.” But she would let the topic drop for now. Whatever the context was, something had happened, and it wasn’t good. Her core whirred in her chest, and she grimaced. “Ah, um. Any chance we could continue this conversation on the ground?”

“Oh, of course!” Danny grew wide-eyed, then nodded. “Lead the way, I’ll be right behind you.”

She dove, aiming for the forest a little further away. There was still a lot she needed to discuss with Danny—this Danny—and she couldn’t risk bringing him to their home if her actual brother might be there.

Her landing was a little rough, as she stumbled over her own feet and transformed back to a human the moment she hit the ground, but at least she hadn’t fallen. Danny came in easily, his white-booted feet touching down soundlessly.

Then bright light sparked from him, familiar white rings sweeping past him, leaving him perfectly human as well.

It was the ultimate proof that this really was a half-ghost version of her brother. Not that she had needed it, of course, but seeing it… Well, seeing was believing.

“Are you okay?” Danny asked, stepping closer to her with a worried expression on his face. “Sorry, I totally forgot how new you are to this stuff.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, waving off his concern. “But-- Team Phantom, really? Not a very creative name, is it?”

Rolling his eyes, Danny stopped trying to get closer. “It’s what we decided to call ourselves, alright? We needed something better than ‘Ghost Getters’, which is what my Jazz came up with, and Sam and Tucker figured we might as well name ourselves after me. Since I’m, y’know, the actual face of the team.”

“Nobody knows they help?” That made sense, she guessed. Just because they didn’t have to worry about being recognized, because no one tries linking a ghost to a living human, didn’t mean that human helpers were protected as well. “Wait, so did you pick Phantom as your ghost name?”

“I mean, yeah?” He shrugged. “It’s a play on Fenton. Why, what did you pick?”

She grimaced. Okay, so maybe she shouldn’t have criticized him. After all, she had also picked a synonym for ghost.

“…Specter,” she finally admitted. “But at least mine doesn’t sound exactly like my actual last name! How do people not catch on to that?!”

“Oh, Jazz, you and I both know that people wouldn’t think of linking a ghost to a living person.” Danny wrapped an arm around her shoulders, clicking his tongue. “Besides, our parents are dead certain that humans can’t have ghost powers.”

“Was that a pun?” she hissed at him, wondering why she was surprised in the first place.

He laughed, distancing himself from her again. “Yeah! Come on, you gotta work on your witty banter too. It’s a critical part of battle!”

“No it’s not,” she snapped back, flaring her eyes at him. “And if you’re actually going to help me train, I hope you plan on bringing more useful advice.”

“Hey!” He pressed a hand to his chest, mock-offended. “I’m a great teacher, thank you very much. And you don’t know how often banter has served to distract my enemy so I could catch them off-guard.”

She sighed, but let it go. “Fine, as long as we’ll focus on actual half-ghost stuff too.”

“Of course we will.” Danny dropped the pretense, falling back into serious. “I know how hard it can be to be half-ghost, Jazz, especially with our family.”

“Speaking of our family… How are you planning on handling that?” She raised a brow at him. “Since I’m assuming you still need food, just like I do.”

“Oh. Right…” He made a face like he had, in fact, totally forgotten about necessities. “Uh, I don’t know. I’m not carrying a ton of money, and I can’t go wandering around town all willy-nilly because people will think I’m this Danny.”

“You hadn’t thought of that at all, huh?” she asked, unimpressed. “Really, Danny?”

“Hey, it’s not like I chose to come here!” he snapped back, his eyes flashing green briefly. “Even if I went into the Zone to look for a portal back, I still would’ve needed food or water. I can’t live off of the ambient ectoplasm like ghosts can—and neither can you, by the way.”

She sighed. “That’s fair. Alright, let’s see… How long can you stay in your ghost form?”

“Without shifting back?” Danny frowned, thoughtfully, then shrugged. “I’m not sure. Never had a reason to try, I guess. Several days, for sure, but I’ll need to eat more to make up for the extra energy I’m burning through.”

“Right. So then, how about this. Danny—my Danny—and I are both teenagers, so we’re eating a lot. We can use that to play off the disappearing of leftovers and such. I’ll make sure that there’s enough food in the fridge, so you can grab some of those. I’ll keep an eye on where my brother is, so you’ll know when it’s safe to go into the kitchen for food.”

“And, what, spend most of my day haunting the town?” Danny shook his head dismissively. “I mean, most of that will work, but the moment your parents get a ghost scanner together I’ll have to start shifting back. Otherwise I’m gonna be running away from them all day long, and I’m really not up for that.”

A ghost scanner? Yes, that would throw off their plans… “Do you know what that’ll look like? The ghost scanner, I mean?”

“Yeah? Unless they’ll change its design in this world. Why?” He frowned at her.

“Well, why don’t we just… sabotage it?” She shrugged at his incredulous look. “I’m not saying we destroy it completely! But if we can stop it from picking up on you—on us, both of us—that would make life a lot easier, right?”

Danny paused, as if considering it. Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, no, you’re right. That thing was always a pain, anyway, since it picked read me as a ghost even in human form.”

“Okay, so that’s food.” She raised a fist, uncurling a single finger. “You can grab drinks the same way, and if you carry a bottle you can just have water with you…” A second finger joined the first. With her other hand, she started tapping on it as she thought.

“And sleep?” Danny asked, dryly. “I don’t need as much sleep if I stay in my ghost form a lot, but I’ll still need some. Unless you can me to lose consciousness and shift back mid-air.”

“You can… nap in my room while I’m away?” She made a face. It wasn’t a great option—she didn’t like the idea of Danny being in her room without supervision—but she didn’t know any better ideas. “It’s not ideal, but my parents will be in the lab all day anyway.”

“Ugh.” He wiped a hand over his face, but nodded his approval anyway. “So I’m gonna be living a nocturnal life for the time being. Great. Brilliant.”

Oh, that was right. Forcibly shifting him into a different sleeping pattern would probably cause trouble, wouldn’t it? “Is that okay? We can build up to it slowly, if you want. That should make the transition easier on you, or on your body, at least?”

Danny flapped a hand. “It’s fine, never mind. I barely sleep during the night, since the ghosts keep attacking. Most of my sleep I get while napping in class, anyway.”

“I can’t imagine that that does your grades any good.” She narrowed her eyes at him. Danny’s grades were never the greatest, anyway—he could coast on by without much effort, so he preferred to focus on other stuff—and she knew her grades had already taken a hit from the regular hunting.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said dismissively. “There’s nothing I can do to change it, and definitely not now, while I’m here. No point in worrying about it.”

“That’s not a very good way of coping,” she chastised. But, fine, she supposed she might as well drop the topic. “But alright. I gotta head home before anyone gets worried. What about you?”

He hummed, taking a moment to think it over. “I think that I’m gonna fly about a little, explore the city. See what kind of differences there are between our versions of Amity Park.” He raised a hand when she opened her mouth. “I’ll stay invisible, don’t worry. I’m not gonna be the one to tip off Amity Park to the existence of ghosts.”

“Okay,” she said, slowly, “good. Make sure to drop by somewhere tonight, so I can help you grab leftovers.”

“Yeah, alright.” Light flashed in the clearing as Danny shifted back to his ghost form. He met her eyes again, and now that she was looking more closely, she realized his eyes were the exact color of ectoplasm. Eerie. “And Jazz… thanks. For going through the effort of arranging things for me behind your parents’ backs.”

“Of course.” She smiled at him, trying to press as much warmth into the expression as she could. “Thank you, too, for helping me with the half-ghost stuff.”

Danny huffed, shaking his head. “What else would I do? You’re my sister, Jazz, even if you’re not my Jazz. Stay out of trouble, and I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

“Only if you do the same.” She watched as he floated up, smooth and effortlessly. “See you tonight, Danny!”

He raised one hand in a wave goodbye, then suddenly shot off.

Show-off.

#danny phantom #fanfic #phanfic #dp fanfic #fanfiction #phanfiction #dp fanfiction #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jazz phantom #dark writes #absurdism #im die

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Hello. I'm Dasha from ao3. As you say, you opened reguests, so i ask a Lion King (first and second cartoons) for Lotor's movies might. Thank you.

Movie Time With TSL Lotor: The Lion King I (1994) and II (1998)Edition

“And this,” Lotor was saying, leaning his elbows against thepillow in his lap, “is another Disney movie, yes?”

Pidge sat on the floor beside the couch, flanked by both Hunkand Lance. “Yep.” The image of the movie’s cover flashed onto the main screen,revealing an image of a hand-drawn lion and the title The Lion King.

Lotor’s white brow quirked. “Strange,” he murmured. “Are youcertain we did not already watch this? What was that children’s programming youintroduced me to earlier…” He snapped his fingers a few times to jog hismemory. “The White Lion, with Kimba.”

“A separate cartoon, but uh, yeah. Lions, man.” Hunk laughednervously. “They’re everywhere.”

Lotor hummed. “I am beginning to think so as well.” Heleaned his cheek in his hand curiously, narrowing his eyes. “Regardless, knowingthat this is Disney, I can assume with a particular level of certainty that theprotagonist is a young one whose parent or parents are in a tragedy of sorts. Thestory will undoubtably pull my heartstrings in some way, regale me with song,and then round back to a message of hope or self-discovery. Does that aboutcover it?”

The three young paladins paused and looked at each other.Lance scratched his chin and said, “Yeah, that’s about right. Way to spoil it,dude.”

The prince shrugged in a light humor. “I enjoy sensiblepatterns.”

But as the movie began, an inspiring call of song rosethroughout the hall. Lotor’s brows raised in interest of the sound, which wasdifferent from the other music he had so far heard from the planet Earth.

Pidge then turned to Lance and whispered, “Ten bucks saysAllura’s gonna fly through that door any second.”

Lotor’s ear flicked, caught between listening to the wondrousmusic and the paladins’ whispering.

Lance whispered back, “I’m so not taking that bet. She’sprobably already in the hall. I give her like, five seconds.”

“I give her three.”

Just then, Allura slammed open the door, eyes wide in a franticexcitement. “Lions!” she called. “Oh, this is The Lion King, how dare you all watch something about lions withoutme. Honestly, the nerve. You know I love lions.”

All four sets of eyes stared up at her—with Lotor’s beingthe widest.

Allura swept in, her regal dress and perfectly set curlsflaring behind her. And then she, with an upmost lack of regality, flopped ontothe couch opposite Lotor. She dared to stretch her slippered feet out, to theprince’s surprise. He stared down in shock, face flushing, as he realized thatshe had propped her feet right into his lap as if such things were perfectly ordinary.

“I…was sittinghere, princess,” he strangled out lightly.

The tips of her slippers wiggled in excitement, the goldthreads catching the light upon the pillow. “And now I am too. I cannot say noto The Lion King.”

Lotor swallowed hard as he gazed upon her excited face.

Hunk broke his maddening race to think of something to say.

“You’ve seen this, like, four times,” Hunk called to Allura.“So we kinda figured maybe you’d be bored or something.”

The princess gasped, raising a hand to her chest. “Never.This movie is precious. And it has talking lions. I could not ask for more.”

Lotor hesitantly leaned his arms over Allura’s calves insearch of a comfortable position. He had seen the paladins flop over oneanother often—with Pidge falling asleep on top of Lance, Hunk leaning his headagainst Keith’s shoulder, and even Shiro dog-piling on top of them all once in thename of claiming the couch. Such actions were, Lotor believed, signs of deepcamaraderie.

He wondered if Allura’s candid movements were a sign ofincreased trust. He felt a rising sun in his chest at the thought, and theglimmer of stars bursting in his lungs when she did not move away but wiggled abit in all her finery to get comfortable for the rest of the movie.

He could feel her warmth through the fabric of theirclothes.

“If you all must know,” she declared airily, “Nala is my favoritecharacter.”

Lance deadpanned, voice light, “Would have never guessed.”

“Oh, hush, you. Your favorite characters are the laughinghyenas.”

“Hey, those hyenas are legit,alright?”

Lotor’s lips twitched, knowing at a certain point that thepaladins were growing careless in their discussions of spoilers.

——

As the movie progressed, Lotor’s merry smile turned to a suspended,thoughtful expression. The character of Simba was such a curious thing. Like him.But not like him.

The relationship he had with his father was something thatLotor almost felt envious of.

“You are more thanwhat you have become,” said the cosmic Mufasa. “You must take your place in the circle of life.”

Simba returned helplessly, “How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be.”

“Remember who you are.You are my son, and the one true king.”

Lotor felt chills down his body in an odd way, and for a time,he completely disengaged from the movie at the statement.

You are my son, andthe one true king.

He looked down at his emaciated hands. Despite eating enoughfor three people, he was still struggling to regain who he had once been. Helooked up.

“Going back means I’llhave to face my past,” Simba was saying to Rafiki on the screen.

“You can either runfrom it, or learn from it.” And then the baboon took a swipe at Simba withhis staff, and the young lion avoided the strike.

Lotor’s eyes widened in surprise, his previous thoughts fading to the back of his mind. “Ah, I know this tactic.How familiar and strange to see it here. Friends, this is the Galran way of the palen-bol.Learning from pain so that you may avoid it.“

Hunk’s eyes slid to his. “Ah, yeah, I’ve heard about palen-bol.Interesting stuff.” He laughed nervously.

The prince raised his chin in a quiet delight, to seehimself—somehow, a merrier version of his own people—in the movie.

—-

As it turned out, one movie about lions merged into two, the story continuing with Simba ruling over Pride Rock. Lotor was leaningforward now, brows furrowed in increased interest. So far, he had never seen asequel to a movie. He had not known that humans continued their stories onoccasion.

Now that Simba had ascended and claimed the throne of hisfather, what else was there to his story?

And then, after a short time, Lotor’s furrowed brows relaxed. “Ah, I see wherethe plot is going. This is a romance, with a forbidden element per Scar beingoutcast in the first movie.”

Lance waved his hand. “Romeo and Juliet style, with a lil’lion razzle dazzle thrown in for fun.”

Pidge cut in then. “Except they don’t die in the end.”

Hunk waved his hand and deadpanned, “I mean, nobody’s that heartless with a kid’s show, right? You can totally tell this is going somewhere good.”

Lotor leaned forward, lightly squishing against Allura’slegs as he grabbed for one of the rolls Hunk had so kindly grabbed from thekitchen. The princess herself had fallen asleep at some point toward the end ofthe first movie—her acts of diplomacy across the Coaltion often exhausted her—andshe grumped lightly at his movements.

Lotor stilled for a moment before hooking his claws into aroll, carefully leaning back. “At least,” he murmured, “a benefit of spoilersis knowing what I’m getting into. I can feel the themes of prejudice in thisstory. I should hate for it to end poorly.”

It was around then that Keith walked in, somewhat dead-eyedfrom a nap. He took one look at the movie screen and groaned. “Seriously, guys?This movie again?”

Lance raised his nose. “It’s a totally valid movie, Keef.”

“It’s so cliché,” the older boy moaned. “Just a dumbromance.” He turned to Lotor and added, “Seriously, if you ever wanna watchreal movies again, just—”

Lotor lightly set his roll aside and leaned down to clap hishands over Pidge’s ears. “—Best not to speak such criticism before the children,”he called merrily. “They are impressionable.” Pidge squawked. The movements wokeup a bleary-eyed Princess Allura, who found herself staring at the side-profileof a Lotor who was smiling without reservation, his lips wide.

The princess blinked several times at the image.

Her heart skipped, the sleep wearing away from her as sherealized that Lotor had her feet quite pinned between his lap and his chest.

Lotor seemed to sense her waking state. “Apologies, princess,”he murmured to her, still holding his hands strong to Pidge’s ears while Keithcomplained about the movie. “I believe we are all engaging in…play of somekind.”

Allura rubbed her eyes and giggled a bit. “It sounds likeit.” Her sleep-rough voice softened. “It is such a merry sound, though.”

And on the screen, one Kiara and Kovu stared at each otherin close proximity, awkwardly brushing off their increasing attraction.

Lotor turned to her, a quizzical arch in his brow despitehis merriment. “You would speak so highly of our chaos?”

“Always,” she said softly. And then she teasingly poked her slipperedtoe against his side.

The prince’s eyes widened as a noise escaped him. For a second,he grew very still. Then he slipped his hands away from Pidge’s ears to graspfor Allura’s foot. “Princess,” he said, voice strained. “You should know I amticklish.”

“I’m not sure you should admit to that around here,” shesaid merrily, still a bit sleepy in her eyes with a lazy smile stretching herfull lips.

He could not help himself.

Without warning, he ran his finger up the flat of her foot.

She squealed, eyes widening as she jerked her feet closer toher, her skirts slipping up her calves. “Oh, what a dirty trick!”

“On the contrary,” he said lightly. “Now I know you areticklish as well.”

Allura forced herself to sit up, her face flushing brightlyas she hid her feet well beneath the long length of her skirts, giving him adirty glare. “Well. At least I know we are evenly matched.”

A glimmer of a smile danced in his eyes. “For all ourdifferences, princess, I fear I must agree with you.”

And back on the floor, Hunk whispered to Pidge and Lance,jerking his thumb up, “You guys getting Kiara and Kovu vibes from these two orwhat.”

“Oh, man. Totally.”

“Not even a question.” Pidge rubbed her ear where Lotor hadlightly muffled her hearing with his hands. “But I worry about what that makesus.”

#Movie Time With TSL Lotor #Lotor #Allura #Lotura #Pidge #Hunk #Lance #Keith #Thanks for the request Dasha!#I hope you enjoy it!#this ended up a bit happier than I thought it would haha #it's hard to get the paladins to just watch a movie #i had fun writing this though #After so many movies Lotor must be feeling more at home with the paladins #my writings

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Why Did You Just... Kiss That Guy? (BakugouxReader Prompt)

Hello! So this isn’t a request but I had this idea pop into my head and I didn’t want to forget it so I’m making a lil scenario of it now. It’s basically the scene from Titans in Tokyo when Starfire goes up to some random person and kisses him to learn Japanese, but in this it’ll be reader. Hope you enjoy! (The idea sounded cute in my head pls turn out good :’)

“Wow this place is chaotic.” Sero said anxiously, swarms of people brushing past the six of you as you all stood with blank expressions in New York City.

UA had funded a trip for Class 1A and Class 1B to take a trip to America, hoping you all could take in the culture and observe how the heroes did there work here compared to Japan.

Your teachers had made you get all the boring stuff over with in the morning before letting you out for the afternoon, the Bakusquad of course went on their own to visit cool museums and shops. Only problem was none of you knew how to get back.

“Mr. Aizawa said the class needs to meet at this Italian restaurant for dinner in ten minutes, it’s apparently in Times Square?” Kirishima said, pointing to his phone that had the instructions where to go.

“We know that idiot but we can’t read any of the fucking signs!” Bakugou hissed, not enjoying the feeling of being so vulnerable in a such a big city.

“I can’t read any of the signs.” Mina said in a worried tone, all of you looking around at the flashing lights and large signs glowing everywhere.

Frowning you held onto your boyfriend’s hand, in hopes to calm his nerves but also to calm your own. Your home city was nothing compared to this chaotic jungle. When Bakugou squeezed your hand back, moving you close next to him in a protective manner you smiled, some sign that he cared.

“No problem,” Kaminari said with a grin, catching all of your attention to the care free boy, “We’ll just ask for directions!”

Raising an eyebrow you an your friends watched as the yellow haired boy confidently walked up to a man “Um.. hi. How do I get to Times Square?”

All of your eyes widened in surprise when the man began to speak in English, Kaminari nodding his head as if he understood everything the man was saying. Maybe the not so bright boy did pay attention in English class?

“Okay, thanks!” Kaminari said with a smile before he slid back to you guys, all of you awaiting to hear where to go.

“I have no idea what he just said.”

All of you frowned in annoyance as Kaminari slouched over with his trade mark dumb face, Bakugou’s fists already clenched as he moved to smash his fist into the boy’s face. Quickly you moved your arm in front of Bakugou, causing him to glare down to you.

“Perhaps I may be able to help.” You said with a hopeful smile, stopping the ash blond from destroying Kaminari’s face at least.

Looking around you bit your lip, looking around at the hundreds of people that were storming through the city. If you were going to do this, you at least needed to find someone remotely your age.

When you saw a young boy walking in your direction, most likely in high school even though he was on the shorter side, you quickly strode up to him and grabbed his shirt before bringing him into a kiss. You flinched at the feeling of the foreign lips against your own but continued kissing him for the sake of you all not getting lost.

Meanwhile your friend group was lost for words. Kirishima and Sero just watched with their mouths agape, not quite sure what was happening or why it was happening.

Mina and Kaminari bursted into laughter, both making a chorus of ‘oooooo’ sounds as you made out with the American boys.

Bakugou, your short tempered boyfriend, was fuming. Steam coming from his hands while his crimson eye began to twitch, his current desire to smash a whole through this guys face.

Finally when you broke away, receiving as much knowledge on English the boy had, you broke away with a smile while letting go of his collar.

“I’m sorry to bother you sir, but I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to Times Square?” You spoke smoothly in English, offering an innocent smile as the boy stared up to you with his mouth agape.

“U..Uh, it’s down that way.” The boy stuttered, his cheeks clearly flushed as he watched you giggle softly.

Bowing down you offered a smile, “Thank you mister!”

“Ohh, a..anytime!” The boy responded with a heart tugging smile, his eyes drooping as he lazily stared at you with a love struck grin.

Offering a sympathetic smile and a quick giggle you nodded to him before sliding back off to your friends, all of them looking shocked except for Bakugou who was still fuming.

“Times Square is this way.” You said pointing behind you with a helpful smile.

The ash blond glared at you, his fists still clenched and steaming in fury, “Uh (s/o) w..why the fuck did you just... kiss that guy?”

“My mother’s quirk gives her the power to learn any language by physical contact,” You explained, your friends nodding at the obvious fact, “So I did get my dad’s quirk to manipulate water but I can also learn any language through lip contact.”

“So you speak English now?” Kirishima said with a grin, all of your friends cheering when you nodded your head in excitement. “That’s great!”

You laughed softly at your friend’s excitement, looking over to your boyfriend who was fuming a little less now but still had his lip puckered into a pout.

“Katsuki you know I only kissed him because..” You began before you felt a hand grab your arm, looking over to see the boy you had kissed before.

“Hey my name is Chris by the way, could I maybe get your number?” The boy asked in English, looking down you laughed nervously, not sure how to let the poor boy down before you felt a rough hand grab the back of your neck before shoving you against his lips.

Your (e/c) eyes widened to see Bakugou kissing you deeply, but rather than being focused on the kiss he was glaring down to the boy who was now cowering away from the two of you. Pushing away from your boyfriend slightly you gave a sympathetic smile to the boy and waved to him, mouthing sorry before he disappeared into the crowd.

“Katsuki that was awfully rude!” You scolded with a frown, the ash blond glaring down to you as he grit his teeth.

“He fucking kissed my girlfriend! I had to show him who you belonged to!”

Rolling your eyes you folded your arms up to the stubborn boy, “I was the one who kissed him, and only so we could figure out where Times Square was!”

“Oh please I saw the way he was making those damn puppy dog eyes towards you!” Bakugou growled, causing you to huff at your dramatic boyfriend.

“Ooooo, someones jealous.” Sero said with a wink, nudging the angry boy who only growled at him.

“Shut it fucking flat face.”

Once all of his friends got a good amount of teasing out of their friend Kirishima pointed the direction of Times Square, “Maybe we should head to that restaurant before we’re late, who knows what Mr. Aizawa would do to us.”

“Or what Monoma would say about Class 1A students being late.” Mina mumbled, all of you groaning at the thought of that annoying blond.

“You stay fucking close to me you little shit.” Bakugou hissed, wrapping a protective arm around you while you led the way to Times Square. You couldn’t help but smile at your protective boyfriend, though he could be annoyingly possessive at times,

Deep down you knew it’s because he cared.

#katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou #bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #from teen titans #I actually liked writing this #I miss teen titans dawg #but anyway ENJOY

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Male!Jesse X Reader: Cold

You forced back a shiver and burrowed further into the welcoming warmth of your coat with a sigh, your eyes trailing down to watch your breath rasp out in small, willowy wisps of air as you huffed. The morning cold nipped at your cheeks and nose, the sensation not too unfamiliar as your expression scrunched up at the feeling and you brought your hands up in a vain attempt to keep them warm as you shuffled further back against the bench; it was far colder than you had expected it to be, and with the winter weather finally settling in you almost wished you’d brought something more than just a coat to keep yourself warm, maybe a pair of gloves or a scarf - anything that could keep you warm would be welcome at this point - but in your defense you hadn’t expected to be stuck outside for very long.

You were supposed to be meeting up with a friend you hadn’t seen in a while, and whilst you’d thought that by the time you’d made it into town and to the meeting point they would have already been there you found yourself corrected upon seeing they were nowhere in sight. It had been shrugged off initially, after all it was still the early hours of the morning so you wouldn’t have been surprised if they had overslept, so instead you had decided to take a seat for a while hoping you wouldn’t have to wait long before they showed up.

Of course after hours of waiting the hope of them showing up at all was dwindling and at this point you had simply accepted the fact they probably weren’t going to show up at all, and yet despite this you’d stuck around, taken to people-watching to pass the time for a while until you finally convinced yourself to just head back home. However even as you waited you felt your resolve cracking - the cold wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with, it was actually a nice change from heatwaves and warmer weather, but every brush of wind was sending shivers through you and you could already feel your temperature dropping as if trying to match with the icy chill and the unpleasant sensation had you grumbling halfheartedly with a shake of your head.

“Why do I even bother…”

A familiar noise jostled you out of your thoughts and you immediately perked up, gaze darting down to your feet where all too familiar face stared back up at you, bundled up in a small fluffy scarf and you grinned, your momentary shock melting into relief. “Oh! Hey there Ruben; loving the outfit lil guy~!” Ruben snorted happily and turned to the side as if proudly showing off the scarf and you couldn’t help but giggle at the cute display before you.

Leaning down you brought a hand down to pet the top of his head, smiling as he nuzzled into your hand for a little while as you mused. “So what’re you doing here? Is someone with you?” he looked up at you and cocked his head with a snuffle and not even moments after the words left your lips you heard a voice call out.

“Ruben? Where’d you wander off to buddy?” you looked up just in time to catch Jesse turn the corner to face the two of you. He was dressed up far better for the cold weather than you were, wearing a thick coat, scarf and gloves and in his arms he juggled a few bag filled with miscellaneous items; his eyes locked onto you and you watched the confusion on his face melt into a surprised smile upon recognising you. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Jesse - didn’t think you’d be up this early” you greeted, quirking a smile in his direction as he approached you.

“We woke up too early and couldn’t get back to sleep so I decided to get the shopping out of the way” He explained, motioning to Ruben as best as he could before turning back to you. “What about you?”

You sighed and stopped petting Ruben, hearing him squeal in protest as you shrugged and ran a hand through your hair. “Well I was supposed to be meeting a friend today, otherwise I would have still been in bed by now, but from the looks of it they aren’t going to show anytime soon - they probably forgot it was today too” it sounded more bitter than you had intended now that you said it aloud but you couldn’t help it, they hadn’t even let you know they wouldn’t show and you’d been waiting for so long you were pretty sure your fingers had turned to ice by now.

“Wait, how long have you been stuck here?” he questioned, however in the time it took for you to count up exactly how long it had been he got the answer he needed. “Oh...so that long, then”

“Yup” you forced down another shudder as the wind picked up, shrinking a little more into your coat as you scowled, mentally cursing whatever had decided to make the sudden temperature drop.

You could have sworn for a moment that Jesse and Ruben exchanged glances as a beat or two of silence passed until Jesse spoke up again. “Well we’re on our way back home if you want to come with us!” you looked up at him, registering his offer as you contemplated it for a while before asking.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! It won’t do any good stuck outside like this - plus, I don’t think Ruben wants to leave you out here either” you looked down at the pig, smiling as he stood right by your side, clearly waiting for you to come along.

It took a few seconds before you finally shrugged and moved to push yourself onto your feel, grunting in frustration at how rigid you felt from being sat for so long as you tried to relax whilst you turned to him. “If you’re sure - lead the way”

Jesse’s expression lit up at you words and grinned, motioning for you to follow him as he began walking back in the direction of the house with Ruben not far behind and you soon followed, matching up with his pace as the three of you began your travel to your destination. It wasn’t hard to keep pace with them, after all they weren’t in any rush to get back, but you were relieved to finally be up and moving again, already feeling your joints warming considerably now that they were being put to use again even if it was still chilly; with the cold no longer being your primary concern your attention wandered over to your companions, specifically Jesse.

Even despite the early hours of the morning he didn’t seemed to bothered by it, if anything he seemed to have a lot more energy than you would’ve thought if his brisk pace and bright smile was anything to go by and yet his energy was almost infectious as you felt a small smile twitch at the corner of your lips as you spoke.

“Need some help carrying those?” you questioned, motioning to the bags of food and miscellaneous items and you watched his eyes dart down to the bags as he shuffled them to get a better grip on them.

“It’s fine! I’ve dealt with heavier stuff this is no problem!” he chirped, puffing out his chest and picking up his pace as if to prove a point and you couldn’t help but note with amusement that Ruben had shared that exact same expression not minutes before.

You shrugged nonetheless and nodded, simply accepting his answer and made to catch up with him, shoving your hands into your coat pockets as you fell into stride with him; the following silence that ensued for the following minutes wasn’t uncomfortable and you were glad that it wasn’t anything awkward enough to force conversation - Jesse always seemed to have that effect, and it was only natural that because of this his presence alone was a comfort, making the trek a lot more bearable in the process.

Fortunately it didn’t take long before a familiar house came into view and you instantly perked up at the sight of it, picking up your pace in an effort to get to the door just a little sooner. Jesse and Ruben seemed to have the same idea and before you knew it you were right at the door, watching Jesse momentarily fumble the keys into the lock until it unlocked; as he stepped inside you idled back to let Ruben in first before you finally followed them inside, taking one last look at the outside over your shoulder before entering inside.

You’d visited the house plenty of times before, but you had never been more happier to step inside as the warmth flooded through you the moment the door closed behind the three of you; the familiar burn against your hands and face only brought relief to finally be somewhere heated rather than stuck out in the cold and you quickly found your frigid skin warming considerably as you made quick work of your shoes. Jesse followed suit and kicked off his boots, pushing them to the side with one foot as he made his way further into the house and you trailed behind him; you watched from the doorway of the kitchen as he made quick work dumping everything onto the table, huffing in relief now that his hands were free before shooting you a grin and thumbs up.

Ruben darted past your legs and disappeared into the next room, head peeking back through a few moments later as if wondering if you were going to follow and you chuckled, plodding across to the room as you shucked off your coat. By the time you’d entered the room Ruben was already sat on the sofa, settling down with a content snuffle as you settled next to him, letting your coat rest against the arm of the seat while you made yourself comfortable. He snuggled into your side and for a while you relaxed against the sofa, running a hand through over your head in an attempt to sort out your hair whilst your other hand busied itself fussing Ruben as you made yourself comfortable.

It took a few minutes before Jesse finally emerged from the kitchen, armed with a mug in each hand as he made his way across the room to join the two of you; settling down onto the empty space on the sofa he offered you one of the mugs and you took it off his hands, curiously peeking into it to see the thick swirls of hot chocolate, brushing puffs of hot air past you. You didn’t need an invitation as you took an experimental sip of the drink, feeling the welcome warmth washing through you with each drink.

“Feeling better?”

“So much better” you replied with a content sigh as you took another hearty swig of the hot beverage, glad that it wasn’t too hot as you practically downed the majority of the mug’s contents before finally putting it down onto the living room table.

“Thanks Jesse, for all of this” you turned back to him, watching him take a drink of his own as he leaned back against the sofa and made himself comfortable on the plus material.

“It’s no problem, (Y/N), really I wasn’t going to leave you outside waiting until you froze”

“Come on I would have gone home-” Jesse shot you a skeptical look and after a moment you huffed. “-okay I would have gone home eventually, I just wanted to be sure, y’know?” shrugging to yourself your shoulders slumped and you relaxed, soon speaking again.

“...But I’m glad I didn’t; after all you do make some good hot chocolate” you mused with a grin, making quick work of finishing off the last of your drink as he replied.

“Well if you want I can give you the recipe”

“Really?” your attention snapped over to him, perking up at the offer and he nodded in confirmation.

“Sure!” For a second he paused, staring at you with an unreadable expression before finally leaning forward.

“Although maybe you should be a bit more careful with it...” you were a little confused but didn’t move as he reached out a hand towards you and brushed his thumb across your upper lip, in fact it wasn’t until he pulled away to show you his hand did you realize and you laughed upon noticing the smeared hot chocolate he’d just wiped off surprised you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Well it doesn’t look like you’re cold anymore~” you didn’t have to see your face to know what he’d meant - your cheeks were probably bright red by now, be it just the warmth or something else you weren’t sure but you chuckled alongside him nonetheless; as your laughter quieted to a giggle you leaned closer against his side. “Yeah, I guess so”

A comfortable silence fell between you for a little while, the pair of you just basking in the relaxed atmosphere until you finally brought yourself to speak once again.“...Jesse?” you heard a faint hum signalling that he heard you as you continued.

“I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I still just want to say thanks, for not leaving me out there” A sudden snort brought your attention back to Ruben who came to settle right between the two of you and you giggled, taking a moment to pet the top of his head.

“And of course thanks to you too little guy!” Satisfied he made himself comfy on your lap, however no sooner had he settled did you feel Jesse’s head come to rest on your shoulder, offering you a grin as his eyes met up with your own soft smile.

“Anytime, (Y/N);anytime~”

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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London Is Burning (1/N/A) - Trixya - petrichor

AN; so, i decided to give my hand at writing fanfiction about two sweethearts that are very dear to my heart at the moment. this is just a story that i sporadically came up with from a random prompt and i have yet to properly plan it through. this is an prologue of sorts, setting the storyline and yes the title is a play on the documentary, but also a play on a old nursery rhyme.the main storyline is going to be trixya but there’s going to be a few little overlaps with other pairings.

i also write too much, so this introduction is long-winded and i also know that aaron and sharon are the same people, but i thought a lil overload of shalaska would be good to set the heartbreaking mood, because it’s going to be there the whole time, i promise you. any way, much love! an please tell me if you’d love for this to continue!

i’m a new writer and very happy to be here, so thank you so much for reading!

- petrichor

Summary: A Lesbian AU in which a determined FBI agent goes undercover in an drug ring in a unfamiliar country, coming face to face with the one woman she needs to burn to the ground: a quirky but dangerous Russian hooker turned drug cartel connoisseur.

She’d done a lot of things in her life, but mostly certainly being pulled into Scotland Yard at the dead of night, while still in her lingerie was one of her favourites.

She’d gone willingly as they tightened handcuffs around her wrists and yanked her into the back of the police car, she’d smiled briskly as her bare flesh was scolded by the icy winter air and even shot a wink at the driver through the thick black mesh of the divider. With nothing but a set of her favourite underwear, an unbuttoned shirt and a pair of flip-flops, she’d been ripped from her bed and coaxed to the door where two burly and authoritive-looking policemen stood with their hands on their belts.

Then fast forward to the uncomfortable shoving, the wind that flapped her shirt vigorously as it tumbled down the sleeping street and the bright lights of the police cars as they burned the insides of her eyelids. She’d quietly rested her head against the window as London flashed just beyond the glass, the dazed streets flashing by as she watched the streetlamps blur into a stream of warm flashes, like liquid streaming across the downcast buildings. There was something vivacious about the thought of it all, streets merging into one shadowed city as bursts of blue exploded from the glares of the police cars as they raced throughout the night. She could see it all, but in fast-motioned, the journey as short as the scolding of the crisp air as she was transferred out from the back of the car to the thick tiles of a busy police station.

All eyes were on her as the men wrapped their hands around her upper arms, dragging her like a corpse through the reception. Her steady gaze could register the recognition on the people’s faces, the momentary distaste of the officer at the desk, and then the irritation that followed as she slammed her fist onto the button, letting the officers and societies latest casualty pass through into the heart of London’s force. Accusing eyes followed her every movement, every flash of flesh as she was manhandled roughly, the police holding no respect for her as she was a familiar name and face to the walls of Scotland Yard.

She could almost retrace the steps, she’d memorised the route, the short journey that it took from the secretary- Broody Brunette, was the nickname that was essentially assigned to her because of her twisted expression and furrowed brow- to the ending game. Her eyelids drew downwards, her dark eyelashes falling across her pallid, gaunt cheeks. Her eyes rolled as she counted it. Two lefts, one stairs, fifth door up.

And before she knew it, her eyes were open and she’d been placed into the room that was almost as familiar to her as her own apartment.

It was a rectangular room with no significance except from the momentary dread that hung around it. With monotonous grey walls, padded floors and the ever so discreet mirrored display, there was no furniture but the classic metal table and folding chair, alongside a lamp integrated into the high ceilings. As she was placed on the chair with nothing but a final look, she couldn’t help but bow her head, marvelling at how dramatic the lighting was. Everything about Interrogation Room Three was so moody, but, after all- so was the detective assigned to it. A smile was on her lips and there, right as she shook away the tousles of her blonde hair from her vision and bit back a yawn, came forth his grand entrance.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did we wake you?”

The light highlighted the shadows under her eye-sockets and didn’t exactly skip the stress induced lines that framed her prominent brow bone. It was intense, almost as intense as his gaze. But she didn’t shiver; instead, she parted her cracked lips and gave him a smile that was slightly stained from nicotine. Then she spoke, her slow, drawl of a voice hitting the air like a slap on stone.

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

She’d spent enough time in this country to recognise sarcasm from a mile away, they loved it here. He’d burst into the room and The stiff-upper-lip barely curled as he stared through her, the skinny little woman sat in front of him. She tilted her head to the side, giving him a strewed smile as his eye twitched.

Like the room, she knew the man in front of her like the back of her hand: Detective Coady, a dominant and rather determined individual who she never hesitated to chastise whenever he took the liberty of chasing her down. It would happen ever so often; he’d send out a little warrant, maybe a little unless count of shop-lifting that would fall through the moment he sent out an enquiry for witnesses, and then he’d be bursting through her door like some sort of prince of shining fuckery.

She found it cute, really. He must have been a real hit in his personal life.

As he stared her down, as if trying to pull her skin apart and sear into her inner coil, she wondered what it was this time that she’d done. Last time, a few months ago, it’d been vehicular homocide—until she pointed out that she doesn’t even own a car and doesn’t even have a licence at that. There’d been a little bit of radio silence, which had both puzzled and excited her. She’d begun to enjoy their little night traipses and she figured that he had a little bit of a thing for her. After all, out of all of the other members of her drug cartel, she was always the only one he flocked towards.

“Maybe you should stop breaking the law.” Was his reply. A man like Aaron Coady wasn’t known to beat around the bush. He was rather loud-mouthed and she knew that. She liked to take a bet every time she found herself in this room, in this chair, under this light. She liked to see how quickly she could get under his skin. Spoiler: she always surprised herself.

“What did I do this time, detective?” She simpered softly, leaning forwards in her chair, her handcuffs lightly dusting the table-top. Her eyes glittered and he watched her stoically but closely. “Do you have some sort of, fantasy that I’m selling myself in Soho, huh? Are you going to call me a prostitute? Ask me to spill all of my clientele and plead for my innocence?” She paused as he leaned away from her. “Because I’d be more than to give you some prime evidence—“

The detective cleared his throat, and she cackled, falling back into her chair. She wasn’t a prostitute, almost had been at a few bumpy spots in her life, but there was something about the topic of sex and Coady’s favourite weapon—her wrists throbbed a little as she watched him barely contain the agitation in his eyes—that got her in the saucy mood.

“Actually, I’m arresting you on a count of shop-lifting.”

The sound that left her lips was of mere dissatisfaction. She oh so looked forwards to his creative little stories: of how she’d viciously killed some old ladies cat, or how she was responsible for some crazy heist that was pulled straight out of spy film. This, on the other hand, had been used before.

“Really?” The seductive growl that gravelled her tone was dropped. Instead, she sat pin-straight in the metal chair, brow furrowed and lips parted in an incredulous grin. “Are you kidding me, again? What the hell, are you beginning to just—run out of ideas now?”

“We have evidence.” The detective stated simply, as if it was the one thing that would guarantee she would be deported from this country and shipped back to wherever it was that she came from. He was pretty sure she was American, but then again, even that could be a lie. After all, they didn’t even know her real name.

“I’m terrified.” Was her reply.

Sarcasm. She was getting the hang of it.

“Have you given thought to our last talk?” Her attention withered from his intense features and she glanced down at her nails. Her stick-on acrylics were slightly broken from her rude awakening but she supposed that was what she got for getting them from PRIMARK. “Are you prepared to tell us your real name?”

“I keep telling you, it’s Alaska.” She stated, rolling her eyes. “You checked my passport the first time. You ask me this a million hours of interviewing ago.” The detective pursed his lips; he didn’t believe her. People usually didn’t believe her that she was actually called Alaska, mostly because she did just lie about most of her life—girls that were into stuff like she did just did that sort of stuff because they had to. “Are you forgetful or are you just dumb? Your pretty face won’t get you far once you open your mouth and shit falls out.”

Coady cleared his throat and drew a piece of paper from almost thin air. “I should ask you the same thing.”

Alaska quirked an eyebrow.

“We have evidence that you were caught shoplifting an estimated sixty boxes of fake nails from PRIMARK in the city centre on the twenty-ninth of September.”

Fuck. Instantly, Alaska felt her skin crawl. In a glance that was inconceivable to the naked human eye, she glared at her cracked manicure. She didn’t need to barely even look at the snapshot from the security cameras. Her eyes slowly closed, as if she couldn’t even bare to see the smug look that unfolded over the detective’s face; she bit down on her lip.

She knew that she shouldn’t have taken her friends advice; Willam was a decent enough girl but she was only capable of recommending two things. In any situation, she insisted on one of the two: blow him or steal it. The pronouns were interchangeable, which they’d all discovered when Willam had unceremoniously taken her ex-boyfriend hostage after a feud with his new girl. And Alaska hadn’t even been too hard done by to pass up on two pound nails.

“I’m in conversation with the Immigration office and alongside your criminal record…” Alaska’s eyes rose to meet his as he seemed to pause a little too long and smile a little too wide. He took a second sheet and scanned his eyes down it, his lips twitching as he did so. “Assault, indecent exposure in public, a prior acquitted charge of theft and a rather nasty record of being banned from thirty exclusive clubs across the city….”

If Alaska hadn’t been dead sober, she would have said the smug bastard was glowing.

“They’re leaning towards deporting you back to the USA.”

Her heart seized in her chest.

Alaska had always joked about a worst-case scenario. She’d talked about it with her friends or colleagues or whatever it was that she was surrounded with; Adore had said that her worst case scenario was having to ditch her aesthetic, Ginger’s had been her cigarettes, Bob’s had been losing her comedy and Shea’s had been losing her strut. Alaska had always joked that the worst thing in the world was for her to be seen without a set of false nails—but really, it was being shipped back to the place she’d clawed her way out of.

Oh, the irony.

“Now, the pleading would be nice.” Detective Coady seemed to bask in this all. Alaska could feel the venom on her tongue and opened her eyes slowly, her dark eyelashes dragging on her porcelain cheekbones. She adjusted herself in her chair and scowled violently. Gone was her relaxation and games. Now there was a dark carnal defence prowling through her eyes.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the spirit.” He smirked back. But then, his demeanour changed. Alaska was a little distracted (by her impending doom) to notice it, but his joy faded into serious deliberation. He cracked his knuckles and tilted his head. Coady seemed to be preparing himself for something. “Now—if you’d remember our last conversation, then you’ll also remember that it doesn’t have to be this way.”

Alaska, once again, froze.

Of course she remembered their conversation. It’d been all she’d been thinking about late at night when all she had was the sound of heavy rain and the dark caress of the shadows to keep her company. When she blinked, she could see Coady a few months back, asking the impossible from her. As soon as he’d spoken, her skin crawled with dismay and disgust.

Suddenly, she felt like throwing this table in his face.

“No.” Alaska shook her head abruptly, her dishevelled hair tumbling around her ashen face. “No way, I’m not- I’m not doing anything for you-“

“Really?” Coady raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise at her answer. It wasn’t exactly a shock—in this room, four months ago, he’d proposed something so dastardly that Alaska had full out laughed in his face. She’d laughed so vicariously, throwing her head backwards and pointing a finger across the table at him (“You’re funny, I knew there was a reason that I liked you” Alaska had chuckled, but no one was laughing now). “Not even to avoid the people that want you dead?”

Alaska stared at him, long and hard.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Coady didn’t quite look frustrated by his lack of knowledge. Alaska chuckled, but it was full of mirth and hatred. “The thing… what you want me to do? If it fell through and it got out that I- I helped you guys—“ Alaska broke off, shaking her head once again and laughing breathlessly, almost crazily. “It doesn’t matter whose waiting to slit my throat back in California, I’ll be good as dead. If Katya found out I-“

“Zamolodchikova?” Coady inquired and Alaska knew that her loose lips had already partially dug her own grave. Inside, she swore blindly, but outside she stayed cool. Her intense eyes met his and she stayed impassive as Coady looked back down on her sheet. “The Russian, right? The warhead of whatever little gang it is that you’re running around with now?”

Little? Alaska wanted to scoff. At this point, they were singlehandedly running the underground network of criminals in London. But, of course, she didn’t say anything more.

“We can offer protection.” The detective said through gritted teeth; Alaska’s lips twitched humorlessly. She could tell that it pained him a lot to say that, after all, he’d been after her for a long while now. “Instead of being prosecuted by the law, we can help you. You know what Ghandi said—an eye for an eye.”

“Except, you want to infiltrate London’s strongest criminal network and in return, I get to sit in a Travelodge for fifteen months with two middle-aged and grouchy government agents.” Alaska didn’t quite see that as fair. “That’s an eye for you, but I’d be getting the glass shit that falls out and isn’t covered by your insurance when it inevitably shatters into a thousand pieces.”

“You’re rather negative, you know that?”

“It’s called being realistic.”

Coady chuckled and Alaska actually took time to glance at the security picture he’d placed on the table. It was a black and white snapshot of a camera in the massive store, directly focused on two bottle blondes as they hunched over a display of small plastic boxes. Alaska’s face was turned towards the camera as she shoved them into various places—she could recount slamming them into her bra and her pockets and practically anywhere else she could fit them. The other blonde, who was dressed like a stripper and had large bangs that were just out of the frame, was easy for her to identify. Willam, the woman of the moment who was probably perfectly comfortable in her beauty sleep.

After all, they only wanted Alaska because Alaska had more to lose.

In that moment, Alaska wondered whether she should just give in. Coady had been determined to crack her down into this little headspace for nearly a year and a half now. He’d sat her here and tried to push her into this mindset, get the advantage so he could use her for a wire and use her to bring down this tight group she was in the middle of. It wasn’t like the group itself had done her any favours—Alaska’s had flew upwards to grasp the ring she wore around her neck on a chain. Her grip tightened.

“We’re offering you an escape.” Coady said softly, noticing a certain vulnerability in the way Alaska halted completely. Her confidence had been stripped back. She was just a girl with messy hair and small, lost eyes. His eyes flickered to the chain around her neck. “We’ve heard what it’s like in that gang, and we know that it’s hard and harsh. No one should put up with that treatment; no one should have to answer to someone like Katya Zamolodchikova. She’s a dictator, she’s absolutely insane.”

Alaska couldn’t quite argue about that. Katya was delusional and incredibly dangerous; her delusions were part of her charm, however, and it was undeniable that they’d all founded the basis that they’d die for each other and pull through everything for each other. And although Katya was definitely a… dominant figure, she’d never been unfair.

Until it came to Sharon, however.

“We heard about your fiancé.” Alaska stiffened. She visibly drew away from Coady and he couldn’t help but inwardly smile. “No one should have to go through that—“

“No.” Alaska answered quickly, almost robotically. “No one should.”

Her hand fell away from her neck and she rubbed tiredly at her face. Suddenly, she just felt so exhausted. It was late at night, she was sure she’d be able to bring that up in court- something about human rights- if she tried. But, the truth was, she couldn’t afford a barrister and the government-hired ones were shit and would flake at the smallest deal. That is, if they even gave her an appeal against her deportation.

“So, if I help you, you’ll…. you’ll let me stay here?”

Coady almost cried with joy at her words. “Sure.”

“Fine.” Her lips were dry and voice impassive as she signed her death wish. Yet, her head swum with memories and the face of a lover that was so far from her that her whole body ached at the thought of her kisses. “I’ll help you.”

A slow smile unfolded across the detectives face and he let himself bask in it all. A years work, and here was it’s penultimate moment. The girl sat in front of him was so frail and so vulnerable that his guilt and pride worked hand in hand. But he’d seen Alaska Thunderfuck’s file, he’d seen the things she’d done, the things that her boss, Katya had done. Picking apart this girl was going to get him one step closer to achieving the thing he’d set to do the moment he’d been contacted by the FBI: victory.

“There’s someone you’ll want to meet, then.”

When Coady stood up and left, he left Alaska in dead silence. She sat, stock-still, rebuilding herself piece by piece. She was suspended in shock at what she’d allowed herself to do; her brain had made up its own mind and thrown away her own loyalties and forced those words out of her lips. Alaska had fallen onto a sort of auto-pilot where things suddenly made sense to everything in her body except her.

She inhaled sharply, disgusted with herself, yet, she couldn’t quite find herself wanting to retract her statement and be shipped back around the world.

The door opened, bringing a light scent of perfume. Alaska lifted her head and saw that Coady was in the company of a tall woman, thicker than the drug addicted underground junkies Alaska was used to talk to, and tidier than them too. Her bright blue eyes struck Alaska first, her neat uniform and perfect posture came in second. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her lips parted into a warm, accommodating smile that rubbed Alaska the wrong way instantly. Coady, meanwhile, lingered in the background, pride and victory still echoing in his eyes.

Alaska looked between them hopelessly, the reality of her actions finally fully hitting her.

“Hi,” The woman greeted, full of pep, almost causing Alaska to flinch away from her. American, happy and seemingly delighted to meet her. Alaska didn’t come across that much in gang-riddled London. “I’m Agent Trixie Mattel from FBI and I’m the subject you’re going to be spending a lot of time with over the next eighteen months.”

#petrichor #london is burning #trixya #shalaska #angst #lesbian au #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #willam belli #rpdr fanfiction #submission

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crossroadsdimension · 8 years

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GF Post Puppet AU drabble

If the title makes you uneasy, just...hear me out. There is a good ending for the Pines Family in this AU. I promise. I wouldn’t be able to stand writing this if there wasn’t.

Consider this a bit of a fluffy snapshot into the future for them.

A character that’s mentioned by name in this, Emmie, was created by @howtotrainyournana under the Mystery Mabel AU. If you’ve got any questions about Emmie, go ahead and drop them in Nana’s inbox!

Here we go!

“You mind if I sit down an’ join ya?”

Ford shifted a little against the grass at the familiar voice, and he cracked an eye open to meet the identically-colored eyes of his brother. “Not particularly, so long as you don’t keep me in the shade.” He shut his eye again.

Stan chuckled, then plopped down on the grass next to his brother and lay back, hands behind his head. His feet brushed against one of Ford’s seven fox tails, which twitched out of the way in an almost instinctive response as Ford’s brow furrowed a little.

“Something tells me you’re not out here just because you want to sunbathe,” Ford commented.

Stan looked his brother over, raising an eyebrow. “I question that because most people who say that don’t go outside fully clothed, Poindexter.”

Ford opened his eyes and gave an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes and sitting up so that he could look at Stan properly. He adjusted his red-gold turtleneck sweater and said pointedly, “I’m more out here for the heat than anything else.”

Stan rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with a hand. He gave his brother a cheeky grin, brown eyes flashing green for a moment. “Considering yer wearin’ yer sweater, I’d think you’d be cold.”

Ford huffed, his red-gold tails twitching irritably. One thwacked against Stan’s ankles, which only caused Stan’s grin to widen when the fur tickled. “I should have you know that I am perfectly comfortable. I simply wanted to make use of the summer sun while it was still with us.”

Stan’s grin wavered a little at that, then dropped completely. He rolled over onto his back again and looked up at the sky. “Yeah, it...is kinda nice, ta wake up in the morning an’ not have ta see red up there.”

Ford paused at that, his annoyed expression on his face fading a little. He sighed and fell back on the grass again, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. “Why are you really out here, Stanley?”

“That kid took over the kitchen -- somethin’ about a celebratory dinner. Dragged all the girls in there an’ I do not want to be in the house when--”

BOOMF!

Ford’s triangular ears shot straight up as his eyes snapped open at the sound of an explosion; Stan sighed and rolled his eyes.

“We’re gonna be eatin’ glitter-covered whatever tonight,” Stan grumbled. “Again.”

Ford blinked a couple times, the fox ears on top of his head twitching as he heard the squeals of laughter from inside the large wooden house behind them. His mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Well, it shouldn’t be as bad as the last time this happened, at least.”

Stan snorted. “Oh, I think it’s still gonna get just as bad; the kid’s pulling out all the stops and I think I saw that lil’ personification-whatever hanging around the house earlier yesterday with that too-wide grin Mabel gets when she’s on a sugar high.”

Ford’s ears flopped down onto his head as his eyebrows shot up, and he pushed himself upright again. “Well then. I think a little crowd control might be in order so that no one goes on a sugar high before tonight.”

“Yer talkin’ about Mabel. All eight of them.” Stan snorted. “I doubt that anythin’ that we do would do anythin’ ta stop that. Have you tried that Mabel Juice stuff? Eugh.” He shuddered. “I swear, it tastes even more nightmarish now that there’s eight of them workin’ together ta make it.”

Ford laughed. “I would question why you would drink it in the first place, but then again, you do have more of an iron stomach than I do at this point.” He rose to his feet, being careful not to step on his tails in the process.

Stan huffed, then rolled over and pushed himself up to his feet. Brushing grass and dirt off his jeans, he said dryly, “I didn’t exactly ask for an iron stomach.”

“We didn’t exactly ask for anything,” Ford replied. His seven red-gold tails fell limp behind him, except for the gray tips, which curled up a little in order to avoid brushing against the ground. “I am glad, however, that we can do as we like with what we have.” He started examining his nails in an almost lazy air; a slight smirk crossed his face as little sparks of fire flew from his fingertips. “I predict that Maria is going to come out and start hunting for firewood for a barbecue tonight.”

“What makes you think she’s going to--”

The back door opened, and a puff of glitter came out, accompanied by a seemingly-teenage girl with brown hair and blue eyes that almost seemed to glow.

“Hey Fez? Sixer? Do you think you could give me a hand finding some fallen branches?” The girl stepped off the back porch, leaving a trail of glitter in her wake. “The kitchen’s pretty much unusable after our attempt at making Monster Glitter cookies.”

Stan snorted. “That looks like an understatement. Are we going to need to hose down the entire room again?”

“The girls are cleaning it up; I just figured I’d get a head start on putting something together so that we could make hamburgers outside instead of in there.” She jabbed a thumb back to the house, sending a wave of glitter behind her. “Wood smoked meat has probably got a better taste, anyway.”

Stan licked his lips. “Can’t argue with that.”

Ford laughed. “I don’t see any problem in helping. Although, I would appreciate it if you didn’t get too close -- that might not wash out of my tails too well.” His tails shifted away from the girl.

The girl laughed. “Yeah, I guess not. We’ll comb different sections of the forest and come back with what we find?”

“Sounds better than going down the same path and you getting glitter all over me,” Ford replied.

“Or me,” Stan grunted.

“You’re helping too?” Ford turned to look at his brother, ears tilting forward in interest.

“Well, why not? Sooner this gets done, sooner I can eat.” Stan grinned as his eyes seemed to flash green again. “Biggest pile gets first swig at whatever moonshine you’ve got brewing this time, kid.”

“So long as you make sure Emmie gets none of it this time, that’s fine with me.” The girl flashed a grin back at him. “Threetwoonego!”

#cross' fanfiction #gravity falls #puppet au #stan twins #kitsune!Ford #Mystery Mabel #glitter bombs happen with a scary regularity in this house #Stan/Fez knows when to avoid the kitchen #the girl who talks to them is an OC of mine by the way #sweet girl; loves getting into various shenanigans #so glitter bombs are par for the course with her #the-ford-twin I hope you see this and it helps ease any pain that I've brought you from the au so far

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