#luckily my posture is already bad enough

[lizzy019]

𝒮𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁... 𝐸𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽.

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

cw -> somnophilia is implied? really fluffy seggs :))

Word Count -> 1.1K

THIS IDEA HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET!

Johnny had come over to your house again, eyes watery in fear and his posture closed off. Something had happened in his family once more, and by the looks of his body language, it wasn’t pretty.

A gentle hand of yours came to his back to lead him inside, listening to his soft sniffles and feeling yourself empathize his pain.

“Johnnycake, do you wanna sleep over here for the night? You’re free to do so, you’re not burdening anyone here.” You smiled so serenely, so benevolently, he was sure you could see the hearts in his eyes.

With a soft nod of his head, Johnny followed you close to the upstairs where your bedrooms were and you led him to your own. Hands held in each other’s as you occasionally kissed his cheek.

Finding your room, you gesture him inside and let him sit himself down on your mattress. He doesn't hesitate to, he throws his jean jacket to the side, takes off his jeans, shoes, and socks before crawling into the warm blankets in nothing but his shirt and boxer briefs.

The sight was cute, you honestly watched with a big smile.

Soon enough, you changed back to your pajamas as well and laid beside him to rest.

1 in the morning.

You didn’t know if Johnny was awake or not, but you didn’t wanna wake him.

You could hear whimpers and feel movements, and while you tensed up, you still looked at what was happening.

There was Johnny, helplessly grinding into your ass while whining and squirming.

“Oh sugar, you feel so good..” He whimpered out.

“Johnny! What the hell are you doing?!” You exclaimed in a whisper tone, but immediately cursed yourself for yelling at him. He was already in a bad home, you had to be his safe place.

“Johnnycake, why’re you up?” You asked politely, seeing his sad eyes that absolutely broke your heart. He was a sweetie.

“I- uh.. I just-” Hearing him struggle to make an answer was the most heartwarming thing in the world.

But you knew the answer and you knew it well, it wasn’t uncommon for these situations to come up.

“You need comfort sex?” You asked bluntly, chuckling a bit as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

While Johnny didn’t expect you to be so straightforward and adamant on this, he really needed it. He needed something more than cuddles, and unfortunately that was sex in the middle of the night.

He watched with rapt attention as you slipped off your panties, playing with your own clit to work yourself ready for him before crawling back into a spooning position.

“Go ahead, you can hold my hand too.” You smiled, that smile that always had him regretting every thought he could think. You were just too perfect, he didn’t deserve you.

Johnny got into position as well, hands finding your waist and gently caressing the flesh before he tried to wriggle his erection into your waiting core.

It was cute to see him fumble, and you adjusted your legs just right so he could thrust into you at a pleasant speed.

His hand came to hold yours, the other squeezing at your pretty tits so hard you were sure milk was gonna come out. Johnny indeed had some.. weird kinks, so you wouldn’t be surprised if that was one of them.

Light moans flew from the both of you, your own body failing you as your pussy began to spasm and pulsate from pleasure. Intimate sex always did more for you rather than rough and careless sex.

“Johnny.. Johnny, can you go a bit faster? Please?” You asked through gasps and heaves, his hand moving from your breast to your stomach and then clit to lightly swirl it around.

You almost cried out, but luckily Johnny’s other hand that held yours was quickly able to cover your mouth.

“Oh God, sugar, you feel so good. You’re so pretty, so perfect.. God, I love you.” He whined out, finding a rhythm that suited both your needs and soon you were climbing the stairs of ecstasy.

“Love you too.. oh fuck!” Your moans were thankfully muffled by his hand, his fingers moving to be inserted into your mouth.

Sucking on his fingers was almost heavenly, even if they tasted like how denim smells from keeping his hands shoved in his pockets.

You both were nearing an orgasm, and it was almost heavenly with the way he was doing it. He was prioritizing you while keeping himself right there on the line of ecstasy with you.

You were trying to cry out in pleasure, telling him you were close but you were too busy sucking his fingers as your orgasm began to hit hard.

Pussy walls spasming and clenching, you were sure you were going to squeeze his cock to its limit.

Soon after, Johnny reached a climax too and poured his seed deep into your fertile womb. Luckily you were on birth control, but it still was a lovely experience.

Coming down from your highs, you inevitably fell asleep in that same position you were in, Johnny too tired to pull out and you too tired to care.

Waking up to the sound of soft snores, you rolled over to see Johnny huddled into the blanket for warmth. He was so sweet looking, like an innocent pup.

You shuffled out of bed as quietly as you could, hurrying to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for your family and for him. It was basic, eggs with toast and coffee boiling in its kettle. The table was set shortly after you made the eggs, and everything was set. Before you could clean up, the sight of a sleepy Johnny hobbling down the stairs made your eyes widen a bit, he still looked exhausted and it broke your heart.

“Mornin’ sugar.. I’m gonna head out.” Johnny murmured, smiling softly at your worried expression.

You were confused, hands gently clasping his forearms and frowning. He wasn’t staying over? But what about his family?

“Johnnycake, you’re not staying for breakfast?” You asked so sweetly, sounding so heartbroken at the fact that he was leaving.

He lightly shook his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he went and grabbed his jean jacket. You couldn’t frown any harder, but you begrudgingly watched as he put his shoes on.

“You’re actin’ like you’ll never see me again, baby. I’ll come after lunch, how ‘bout that?” Johnny offered with a smile, waving goodbye.

You smiled and nodded, waving goodbye also and locking the door behind him as he left.

[starrystormwritings]

Kiss With a Fist

Kiss With a Fist

Master List <3 Request List <3 Marauders Master List

Sirius Black x Reader

A/n: I know I promised a Taylor Swift song fic for Sirius but I couldn't pick a song so instead this (especially the start) is inspired by Kiss With a Fist by Florence and the Machine instead even though the lyrics aren't actually used, just wanted to actually post something tbh.

Summary: You've always hated Sirius Black, so being stuck in detention with him is the worst possible scenario.

Warnings: Badly written arguments, swearing, drinking, weed, no smut but making out, once again bad writing lol, female pronouns but undescribed Hogwarts house.

Word Count: 2787

(NOT MT GIF)

"I can't believe you right now." I said with a huff, wiping down the walls of the potion classroom that were stained pink because of none other than the dark haired boy who was scrubbing the floor next to me.

"Oh pipe down L/n I saw you laughing." He chuckled to himself confidently causing me to flick some water from my hand onto him.

The self proclaimed genius had unfortunately been partnered with me for our potions assignment this afternoon and as easy as a wiggenweld potion normally is to brew Sirius thought it was be funny too add a handful of stolen ingredients to the cauldron whilst my back was turned. Resulting in a large explosion of a pink foam that now stained half of the classroom.

Of course Slughorn didn't believe I had nothing to do with it, but luckily enough he thought one detention of cleaning up the mess the muggle way would be enough punishment.

"I did not laugh, I should be in the library right now but instead I'm stuck in here with you cleaning a mess I didn't even cause!" I scrubbed the walls harder with frustration as I spoke, his cockiness was getting to me.

"Merlin it's not that big of a deal! It was funny!" He rolled his eyes at me as I gave him a look of disbelief.

Of course he still managed to look effortless whilst cleaning floors, his long hair had been scraped back into a bun, bits of hair falling out to frame his face and neck, occasionally dropping in front of his eyes. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and both of our robes and ties had been thrown over a chair to keep them out of the way.

The cocky smile finally dropped from his face as he threw the sponge onto the floor in frustration "These stains are never going to come out without magic, nothings happening! How have you gotten rid of so much of it already?"

I scoffed at him for what felt like the hundredth time that day before stepping down from the step ladder I was on to work on a bit of the wall lower down.

"You have to actually put it a bit of effort, actually scrub it rather than doing a half assed job, like always." Sirius had always irked me since we started at Hogwarts, his careless attitude and lack of effort always bugged me. He could so easily be top of our classes if he tried but instead he just goofed off whilst some of us have to put in actual effort.

"Hey what's your problem with me, your good enough friends with Remus and Peter why do you seem to hate me so much?"

I could hear that he had stood up but instead of turning around to face him I just continued to clean the wall.

"Probably because you're a posh prat who doesn't care about his actions and how they affect other people."

He just laughed at me which pissed me off more, causing me to grip the sponge in my hand so hard the bubbles started running down my arm rather than the wall.

"What's so funny?" I asked whilst spinning around to face him, his slouched posture and casual lean against the table behind him causing me to clench my jaw.

"You. I'm sorry we can't all be perfect like you but at least I've got some personality."

It was my turn to laugh now as I crossed my arms, shaking my head at him.

"Oh I have no personality? Because the bad boy with a dark mysterious past that he hides behind jokes and his hair is so original?"

"You don't know anything about my dark mysterious past. At least I'm willing to have fun rather than just hiding in the library all day, there's a reason only one of us has friends." He dropped his rag on the floor, obviously having enough of cleaning now and just enjoying annoying me.

"You don't have friends, you have James and a group of adoring fans who wouldn't like you if they didn't find you hot. And not all of us have the luxury of having fun, I can't get through my exams with a charming smile unlike some people."

"Aw, you think my smiles charming." He sat up now, his height made him tower over me which just seemed to piss me off more.

"No I think you're a spoiled git who's had everything handed to him in life and refuses to see that the world doesn't revolve around him. I'd rather jump off the astronomy tower than spend another second with you and I can't wait for the day when you find out that flashing a smile won't get you out of everything!"

I didn't even realise I'd been marching towards him till my finger jabbed directly into his chest.

He scowled down at me, gripping my wrist with his hand to take it off him.

"And I think that you're a stuck up princess who needs to realise that until you get that stick out of your ass you're going to be miserable for the rest of your life!"

I looked up at him angrily, my hands were shaking with how furious I was and my skin felt like it was burning from where his hand was still holding my wrist.

He mirrored the look on my face before glancing down at my lips for a brief second, before I could comprehend what was happening he lent down and pushed his lips to mine.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, or loving in the slightest. It was harsh and spiteful, his teeth clashed against mine as his hand came up to hold my jaw, backing me up against the bit of wall I had just cleaned.

I dropped the sponge I was holding and let my hand grip onto his hair, covering it in the bubbles that were still running down my arm.

I scrambled to pull him closer to me by his neck as his hand let go of my wrist and instead moved to the bottom of my skirt as he let in to deepen the kiss.

"Sirius? You in the mate?" The familiar voice of James Potter called from the doorway of the room, luckily out of view from where we were.

We both jumped away from each other, turning around to make it look like I was heavily interested in the cleaning again.

I quickly yanked my skirt back down as Sirius attempted to fix his hair and straighten his shirt before the Potter boy had turned the corner.

"Yeah Slughorn has us on clean up duty." He says whilst clearing his throat and chuckling a little.

"Yeah Mary told us what you did thought we'd come give you guys a hand so you might still make it to dinner." Remus said as he approached as well, picking up a rag from the table and heading over to help me.

~~~

I stared at the little piece of parchment in my hand, biting the inside of my cheek as I thought out my options.

Me and Sirius hadn't spoken since the afternoon in potions, luckily with the help of James, Remus and Peter we had finished up in less than an hour and I quickly rushed out and had been avoiding the marauders like the plague since.

Remus had just caught me in the library and handed me the invite that I was now inspecting.

'The marauders invite you to the party of the century (bring your own Fire Whiskey or Witches Brew)'

The piece of parchment was enchanted to have little moving images of fireworks and music notes dancing around the page and the Gryffindoor common room password was printed small on the bottom for anyone who wasn't already in the house.

The Gryffindor parties had become like legend in the school over the past two years, but I had still yet to go to one and now that Christmas break was fast approaching and there was no exams for a while it might be nice to let loose a little.

Luckily I knew exactly where to go to for fire whisky and some less approved plants that were grown in the back of the greenhouse.

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After talking to some Ravenclaw friends who sold me the fire whisky I'd decided I might as well go to the party.

Worse case scenario it sucks and it's awkward and I go to bed early.

Best case scenario I have a great time and get drunk and possibly make a good memory or two.

I'd spent longer than I'd like to admit on getting ready and after a nervous dinner I'd met with Lily Evans to go to the party together.

"I'm so glad you're coming this time! I know as a prefect I shouldn't be really letting this happen but there always so fun, just try and avoid being one of the ones put into detention afterwards, luckily James usually volunteers to take the fall. Of course he's then followed by Sirius, Remus and Peter but usually once they get in trouble the rest of us get let off easily."

She said whilst beaming, her crush on James Potter was hardly subtle anymore.

"Yeah I'm glad I'm going as well, better than spending all night in my dorm, nice to see everyone out side of class and the library."

"You work to hard sometimes you know? You a talented witch Y/n you can take a break now and then."

She uttered the password to the fat lady and our conversation was cut off by the loud music of David Bowie that was playing over an enchanted speaker. Lily smiled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the common room and towards Mary and Marline.

After some talking, dancing and drinking the girls dispersed over the room to talk to other friends leaving me sat on the window sill with my glass of fire whisky, very buzzed.

"Is this seat taken?" A boy I recognised from Herbology asked with a smile.

I shook my head and moved up to make space for the Hufflepuff boy to slot himself in next to me.

"I don't know if we've met properly, I'm Michael we've got Herbology together."

I nodded with a smile as I looked at him for a second. He was cute. He was obviously nervous and blushing and he'd clearly been running his hands through his curly light brown hair since it looked more messy and out of place than the rest of him.

"Yeah I know, I'm Y/n. Having fun?"

"Yeah I am thank you, it's a great atmosphere in here and I just didn't want to leave such a pretty girl like you sat over here all by yourself." He chuckled lightly to himself as he looked away, unable to hold eye contact with me.

He chucked differently to Sirius, instead of sounding confident and self assured it was more shy and sweet. He didn't look anything like Sirius either, Michael was cute with pink cheeks and fluffy hair. Sirius was hot with a cocky personality and looked as if he was carved out of stone.

Micheal continued to chat my ear off with Herbology facts and compliments but he could never seem to build up the confidence to look me in the eyes.

I couldn't help but let my eyes wander across the room as I smiled at the sight of my friends dancing stupidly to an ABBA song that was making Remus pretend to plug his ears.

As I looked over to the other side of the room I finally spot Sirius who was leaning against the wall with a cup in his hand staring directly at me.

I quickly looked away back at Micheal but not before noticing Sirius stand up from the wall and head towards me.

"Yeah so that's why without Herbology potions would be completely useless, so basically half of the magical abilities we have would be completely worthless without-"

"Mind if I borrow her for a second?" Sirius says from behind my shoulder, causing me to take a big sip from my cup.

"Oh uh yeah of course, I'll see you in class." Micheal said to me with a big smile, finally meeting my eyes before scurrying off into the crowd.

"Wanna get some fresh air for a second?" Sirius asked, offering his hand to help me up.

"Why would I go anywhere with you?"

"Because I'll talk to you about something other than just Herbology." He said with a laugh.

I looked up at him for a second debating my options, maybe it's the whiskey or the fact that he was genuinely smiling at me but I took his hand and followed him out to the courtyard.

We walked in a comfortable silence, both of us finishing our drinks before he picked a bench to sit on.

December would be here soon and it was obvious by the fact that I could see my breath in front of me.

He wordlessly shook off his jacket and handed it to me.

I just looked at him dumbfounded for a second before he sighed and shook his head.

"Your shivering idiot. See I don't only think of myself, just put the damn jacket on."

I looked at him for another second before sliding my arms through the jacket and pulling it closer to me, it smelt like sandalwood, cigarettes and mint.

"You smoke?" He asked while taking the blunt from behind his ear and lighting it with the end of his wand.

"Sometimes." I said and he chuckled before inhaling and passing it over to me.

"So why'd you ask me to come out here?" I put the blunt in between my lips before inhaling, letting the smoke warm my throat and lungs before tilting my head back against the wall and exhaling, I looked over at him to see him already staring at me and gesturing for me to give the blunt back.

"Maybe I'm drunk but I wanted to talk to you."

"Yeah you're definitely drunk."

He laughed and shook his head, taking another hit.

"What you said the other days been bothering me."

I quirked an eyebrow at him, "My words had an effect of the all mighty Sirius Black? Oh my." We both laughed as I lent over to take the blunt from his fingers and bring it to my lips again.

"Yeah your words, along with other things. Do people really think that of me? That I'm just a privileged twat with a confidence program?" He lent back against the wall, using his fingers to comb through his hair.

"You want to know the truth?" I asked with a small smile, a mix of booze and weed making me more confident than I should be.

He nodded, taking the blunt from my hand.

"I was jealous, and annoyed. You're just amazing at everything so easily and I feel like I have to work so hard. And you just waltz in with your effortless smile and pretty face and everything just comes to you."

He laughed again and turned to look at me, taking a last long inhale before stubbing out the blunt onto the floor.

"It's not effortless, you don't know half of it."

"I'd like to."

He lent over to move some hair from my face and tuck it gently behind my ear, letting his hand linger for a second.

"Maybe you will. I don't think your stuck up by the way, I think your brilliant. You drive Remus mad because of your grades which is saying something."

It was my turn to laugh now, "yeah I wish."

"No really you do. I'm sorry for what I did in potions by the way."

"It's fine it didn't take long to clean."

"No not that. The other thing I did in potions." He bit his lip for a second and I could've sworn he wasn't sat that close to me before.

"Oh that? It's fine it's not like I pushed you away." I awkwardly looked forward towards the view in front of us, suddenly very interested in the frozen spiderwebs in the corner.

"Would you care if I did it again? Just out of curiosity." I looked over at him to see that famous Sirius Black smile.

I laughed a little and allowed myself to move closer to him.

"Well there's only one way for you to find out isn't there?"

He laughed again, his finger tracing the bottom of my jaw softly.

He looked at me for a second before leaning in to push his lips against mine again.

There was less rush this time, his touch was softer and gentle. Maybe it was the taste of whiskey and weed coming from him but it was intoxicating.

He pulled away for a second, resting his forehead against mine.

"You called my face pretty." He whispered with a breathless laugh.

"Well you called me brilliant."

He shrugged for a second before I pulled him against me again, tangling my hand into his hair with a smile.

[staybabblingbaby]

SGAU CH. 1 (Dahlia) Editing Sacrifices

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Growing up, you knew Soulmates weren't all that they cracked up to be. So when, on your 18th birthday, your skin is painted with a garden of flower buds, you resolve to hide it from everyone. Who had ever heard of someone with 8 soulmates, anyway?

Or; Reader has 8 soulmates and no issue avoiding all of them. It's up to SKZ to show her that while every soulbond might not be made of fairy tales, theirs certainly could be.

Word Count: 928 (821 + 107)

Notes: As promised from the poll! Things I edited out, mostly paragraphs I changed or rewrote to help the story flow better. These are all non-canon btw. In a universe slightly to the left, maybe. Dividers by @saradika

Warnings: She/Her Reader, sort of dissociating? ish?

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist <3 | Main Part

[From Ch.1 a1d1, basically this chapter's idea drabble lol]

You know, as soon as you brush his hand at send-of, that Bang Christopher Chan is your soulmate.

Not in a delulu fan sort of way either. In that geunie, earth-shattering, reality-altering sort of way as you feel pins and needles across your entire lower abdomin as dozens of tiny white flowers begin to bloom. You'd say the sensation was similar to butterflies in your stomach if it didn't hurt like you were getting many fresh tattoos at once.

You're equally certain, as you snatch your hand back and try to smile away your grimace of pain, that the man has no idea. He's distracted by hundreds of screaming fans who are all too eager to get his attention, already moving on from your short interaction.

You're glad you already got your autograph, soulmate or not, because you were getting out of here Pronto. You had. A lot to process right now.

You look around for a way to get out of the pressing crowd, and spot a girl you vaguely remembered seeing at sound check. If you recall, she'd bodly bodied anyone who tried to steal her slot at the barricade out of the way, all while retaining a sunny smile and excited chatter with her friends. A plan forms in your head, and you struggle your way to her.

"Hey," You call out quietly as your able with the noise of a sardine-packed crowd around you. You reach out and are able to gently grasp her elbow and successfully grab her attention. You look at her with imploring eyes as you plead, "can you help me get out of the crowd? I'm having really bad cramps right now."

You gingerly cradle your abdominal to show what you mean (and also in a feeble attempt to curb the lingering pain), and what as her face flashes through confusion, comprehension, and sympathy as she registers your pained face and posture and connects it with your words and apparent gender.

"Oh, of course, sweetie!" She proclaims, wrapping a warm arm around your shoulders, "you got someone to take care of you?" She questions with concerns as her eyes start scanning the pack of people.

"Yeah," You lie, "I just gotta get to a bathroom or something first." She nods in understanding, and finally spots who she was looking for in the crowd.

She shouts something over your head, and gives you a gentle squeeze as she passes you back to another girl behind you. "All right then, be safe, sugar." You give her a feeble smile and a nod of thanks.

The next girl takes you in as gently as the first, and so begins a chain of you being passed down between two or more girls at a time, the brief explination of "She needs out" getting people to move accordingly.

It's a bit facinating to witness the teamwork between women of varying ages, ethnicities, and nationalities as they all come together to take care of you, who probably looks a bit pathetic and injured right now. Luckily there's enough people who aren't too focused on the group you're all here for to help you, and soon enough, you're out of the crowd, back against a quiet wall and head between your knees.

The last lady who'd helped you, an older woman with a Jinniret picket, goes as far as to help get you to sitting down and check on you before she returns to her fan activities. You wave her off with reassurances that you're here with others and just need to get your nausea under control before you go find them. She leaves you with a worried backwards glance, but she's quickly swallowed by the crowd again and you marvel at ever having gotten out of it.

Girl power, you guess.

Still, you suck in a deep breath, press your hands to your sore and tender tummy, and breathe out again. You steel yourself with determination, and rise to your feet with a wince after a minute or two.

You may not actually have anyone here to help you home, but you did have a train to catch if you wanted to be out of dodge before Bangchan registered whatever change happened to his soul mark, tiny as it must have been for him to show as little reaction as he did.

The thought puts a little halt on your determined March for a second, the thought that you'd have such a small impact on him when his impact on you was so huge cutting somewhere deep in your chest. But you quickly shake it off and resume. Because you have no intention of meeting any other soulmates tonight.

After all, if you have eight soulmates, and Chan is one of them, you're not a big enough believer in coincidences to not guess who the others are. It's a shame you don't get any other autographs that night, though.

[From Ch.1 a2d1, before the whole soulmate touch thingy. I rlly liked this idea, but I couldn't fit it in TT^TT]

What you don’t see is, after signing your photocard and receiving a very dazed and automatic thank you, Lee Know backtracking just a bit to subtly point you out to Bangchan. Chan locks eyes on your squished, miserable looking self, and makes his way over to your section.

It takes a bit of crowd work, but Chan is proud of himself when you’re looking a little less smooshed by the railing. Several people were, actually, but you had sorta looked like you were going to be sick about it. He’d make sure to ask security to keep an eye out for you when he had a moment.

[yoyomomiko]

Friends with a secret

CHAPTER 3 - (💖)

Craig Tucker x F!reader

Summary: When you and your mother move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend the boy. But, there's something more to it, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep it as a secret, or how much longer you can keep it away from your friend, Craig.

(A/N): I finally got to chapter 3!! I should warn you that English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any upcoming mistakes!! I hope you enjoy this I took sooo long to write it and I rushed it so bad! CRINGE!

WORDS: 1.9k

< CHAPTER 2 — CHAPTER 4 >

The week flew by fast with all of the adventures you and your new friends have gone onto. It was already Monday, the day you dreaded the most. The start of the school year, and your very first day of school in South Park.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm clock going off, wich you quickly shut down. You had mentally prepared yourself for school the day before, although you're not sure it's enough.

You went downstairs, still in your pjs. Your mother was gone, but luckily there was some breakfast and a note saying "I left for work, eat well and have fun at school - ♡"

You were grateful that she at least cooled for you. After you were done eating, you rushed to the bathroom, brushed your teeth and pretty much just got ready for the day.

You quickly grabbed your backpack and bolted out the door, the snow crumpling beneath your boots. You admired the way ice covered the streets, enjoying the cold air hitting your exposed skin.

You made it to the bus stop, noticing Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny already there. You were glad you made friends, at least the first day of school could be easier for you. You went up to them, waving and starting to chat with them.

Soon enough, the bus arrived, and you all got in. Stan completely left you guys and sat besides a girl with long black hair, while Kyle and Kenny sat next to each other, wich meant you were stuck with sitting next to Cartman. What a great way to start the day...

"Move bitch." Cartman pushed past you, sitting next to the window. You scoffed, but decided it was best not to say anything. You sat down in your seat as the bus drove off to your new school. The bus was crazy, kids yelling, throwing stuff and even themselves. If the ride was this crazy, then how crazy would the school be?

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You arrived, already in your class, led by Stan and the rest, standing close to Kyle's desk. You didn't encounter any bullies, or anything bad for now, wich you figured was great. You wanted to make more friends, although you didn't know how to approach them. You didn't want to make a fool of yourself on the first day of school!

Just then, a blonde haired girl came up to you, a wide smile glued to her lips. She looked nice, confident too.

"Hey, you're new in town, right?" She asked you, to wich you nodded. "Yeah, moved here about a week ago..." You replied, shrugging. You already felt awkward, wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole...

"My name's Bebe, what about you?" The girl, Bebe, asked, raising a brow. "I'm Y/N... Wanna, uh, be friends?" You introduced yourself then offered the request, giving a nervous smile.

"Sure! That's why I came up to you." Bebe held a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, loosening up from your stiff and tense posture. Maybe you shouldn't be embarassed, it's no big deal, the kids here seem pretty nice for now. Except Cartman, and maybe Craig.

Speak of the devil, there he was. He walked into class lazily, his eyes uninterested and bored. You noticed his blue chullo hat, again. It stood out, you had to admit. For some reason... Even after Stan's words and the first encounter with Craig, you didn't feel like he was a bad person. Maybe that was just a terrible first impression. Maybe he wasn't too bad either, but who knows?

Just then, the teacher walked inside the classroom, everyone going to their assigned seats, meanwhile you just stood in the middle of the class. The teacher, Mr Garrison, introduced you as a new student, and then made you sit in the only empty chair left, wich was next to Craig's desk.

You sat down silently, all while looking towards Craig, who seemed uninterested, ignoring your presence. You focused on the teacher, listening to the lesson. You rested your cheek on your palm, elbow propped up on your new desk. You shot a few glances towards Craig, who just looked like he would fall asleep any moment now. He didn't look rude, he just looked... Unbothered. You could handle that, you didn't mind it one bit. Maybe you could befriend him! But then again... Stan warned you about him.

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After boring lessons wich surprisingly and luckily flew by faster than you thought, lunch started. You got your tray of food and sat down with Kyle, Stan, Kenny and unfortunately Cartman. Sitting down with them was like a whole adventure. Even though you hated the constant bickering from Kyle and Cartman. They were fun, they amused you, made you laugh. You liked them, words wich would've made any other person call you crazy.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. For some reason, you wished it was Craig. You turned your head around, only to notice a familiar face, Bebe. She was holding her own tray of food, smiling at you. You raised a brow, although still forcing a polite smile.

"Don't you wanna sit with us?" She asked, her head nodding towards the black haired girl that Stan sat with earlier on the bus. You were skeptical, you didn't know what to say. You've made it half way through lunch, and you were almost done with your food. Even so, you still agreed, nodding your head and standing up from your seat, picking up your tray of food.

You sat down at an empty table, with the two other girls. "Oh, by the way, I'm Wendy." The girl, Wendy, introduced herself. You nodded, smiling. "And I guess you know by now, I'm Y/N." Wendy nodded, her hands resting in her lap. Bebe was twirling her hair while eating, looking towards you.

"You're tense." Bebe pointed out. You gulped, eyebrows raising and cheeks heating up. You didn't exactly know what to say, you just felt shy and awkward. Sure, you could talk with Kyle and the rest, but that's only because they didn't have any shame whatsoever! And also because you got to hang out with them for a whole week.

"Yeah, sorry, I guess It's just all new to me, you know?" You tried to speak properly, wich fortunately you managed. "Don't worry, it's alright! How about you get to know us more, so you can loosen up?" Bebe continued, her voice more soft now. You were glad she understood, and also because she wanted to make you feel comfortable with them.

And with that, you spent the rest of the lunch break talking with them, learning new things about them and the whole school. They were also fun, and you were glad you've already made so many friends.

Although, there was another thing... For some reason, you kept glancing around the whole cafeteria, scanning the place, hoping to notice a familiar blue chullo hat. Wich, luckily, you did, seeing him sit at the table with a few other boys. You saw him crack a smile, and you must admit, that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't know why, you just couldn't understand the feeling.

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The school bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students rushed in the hallways, trying to escape this hell of a prison. It was so crowded, almost too crowded. You were supposed to walk home with Kyle, Stan and Cartman. You frantically looked around, trying to spot Kyle's green ushanka, but to no avail.

After the hallways cleared up a bit, you realized there was no sign of Kyle. He must've already been outside, hopefully waiting for you so that you wouldn't have to walk home alone, and God forbid, with Cartman.

Your pace quickened, looking down to the floor, lost in your own thoughts. Before you knew it, you bumped into someone, almost falling backwards, but regaining balance. You looked up, only to see the familiar face of Craig.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to..." You trailed off, muttering apologies, avoiding eye contact. Craig's brows furrowed togheter, eyeing you up and down.

"It's alright." He replied, your gaze fixating on him. His voice was just as bored as he was, monotone. You nodded, clutching your backpack straps.

"Just watch where you're going." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder, then walking away. You didn't realize you were staring, lost in a daze. His touch was warm, and you kinda missed it. You shook the thoughts away, rushing through the hallways and out of the school.

Once you were outside, you stopped to catch your breath, panting. You were feeling yourself heat up from the run. You scanned the area, trying to find one of your friends, but there was no sign of them. They left without you, what jerks...

Just then, you felt the presence of someone stop besides you. You looked next to you, only to see Craig. You thought that he also already left and went home, but apparently not. He looked towards you, and you raised your eyebrow in confusion.

"Who are you walking home with?" He asked, glancing away from you. Why was he even asking? You stared at him, confused, although you still answered. "Alone." You muttered as a reply, looking away.

"Me too." He responded, his gaze back on you. You nodded your head, feeling shy all of the sudden. He mumbled something under his breath, though you couldn't hear. You walked away from him quickly, not being able to handle the embarassment.

You looked back, only to see he was walking in the same direction. Well crap, he must've lived in the same direction as you, then. You cursed yourself in your head, though you kept walking, slowing down while in thought. He caught up to you, walking slower along with you. He wanted to strike up a conversation, but he didn't know how to start.

"When did you move here?" He asked, his tone still sounding uninterested. You glanced towards him. "A week ago." You replied, trying to keep focus. The both of you began talking, the conversation leading from one to another. Surprisingly, you had fun talking to him. You thought he was rude, after hearing Stan's words. He was actually a cool guy!

You didn't realize that you already made it home. You looked towards your house, silencing yourself for a second. You glanced back towards him with a smile.

"I gotta go now. See you tomorrow at school!" You shouted, rushing to your front door. He just stood there, looking at you. You waved towards him, and in response, he flipped you off. You giggled as you shut the door, and Craig finally left.

He wasn't rude, you knew it. That really was just a bad first impression back at the convenience store! You couldn't figure out why Stan was so mad at him, why he trash talked him and made you think that Craig was a horrible person.

You didn't care right now, all that mattered was that you finally got home. You didn't have any homework, since it was just the first day, and you were grateful for that. You didn't even realize you were smiling. The rest of the day was a blur. Somewhere at 7 PM, your mother finally came home, and brought you some fast food for dinner since she didn't have the time to cook.

South Park wasn't so bad after all.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[emicat1159]

Next part of my lil fanfic! I didn't do any art for it yet cos it's already taken me way too long to even write it out 😭

Anyway yeaaaaah Aggie gets to meet the angels, fun :P

Suppressing a gasp Agata ducked behind the doorframe to her right, her foot grazing the shattered glass of the window in her hurry to hide. She made little noise. From the short distance she watched as the figures- illuminated by their halos against the dreary background of rubble- observed the surrounding ruins, unable to see their expressions but, judging from their body language alone, they were unfamiliar with this location.

'And damn,, they're stood right where I wanted to go..'

How inconvenient.

Two of them looked to the tallest as he seems to start talking. He wears a perfectly straight blue suit, blonde hair reaching nearly to his shoulders. And three pairs of brown wings sat on his back. His posture was straight; and her sixth sense tells her he is dangerous.

The other two, one wearing a white suit, at his back were also three pairs of wings, the feathers coloured with beautiful greens and blues. The other, the shortest of the the three wore a long brownish-green coat, much similar to the one she was wearing,

'Well my sense of style mustn't be that bad if an angel wears something similar..'

She looks at her surroundings for anything she could use to distract them, a streetlight, car to set off the alarm of, anything that could still be manipulated with her powers. Nothing.

Lost in thought, and all at once, Agata feels a wave of energy pass through her. The tips of her fingers tingling in reaction to some unknown power. It spreads throughout her body, her muscles tensing almost painfully before growing weak, causing her to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

And fuck.. she catches herself from her fall with her hands, straight onto the shattered glass.

A pained hiss escapes her lips as blood starts trickling down her palms, adding to the erratic firing of her nerves. She sits up on her knees, whatever that just was, it left her struggling to find the strength to move. Looking down at her hands, the glass cut deep, luckily none of it was left embedded in her skin. And for a moment she forgets the three pairs of eyes that turned to look at her as she fell.

That is, until she heard one of them speak to her,

"Miss? Are you alright-?" Agata looks up towards the direction of the voice, walking towards her is the shortest of those angels, his worried expression turning to surprise when he noticed her cut hands,

"Oh! Oh no, I'm so sorry, if we knew you were there we wouldn't have- wait let me- I'll help you" he kneels in front of her. Agata's eyes shoot up to his face, his gentle round features adorned with deep green eyes and curly blonde hair, and his hand reaching towards her.

Oh how she feels like a cornered animal in that very moment. When was the last time someone had touched her?

She made a feeble attempt at leaning away from him, grimacing slightly, her strength returning to her slowly, not enough to get away just yet.

"Hey, it's okay, I can heal this. We don't usually do this for humans.. but.. Well there's no point in trying to hide what we are from you now is there?" He smiled softly at her. He took her hands gently, palm side up, careful not to irritate her wounds any further. Her skin burned at the familiar contact, craving for a comfort she had not felt in what feels like a lifetime.

The angel's halo glowed brightly as she feels the heat from her hands fading gently, her eyes widening as she watches her skin reconstruct and heal. It feels nothing like her own power's effect, while hers leaves her body tingling excitedly, this is a cool and soothing sensation, energising.

Agata once again looks up, sensing the presence of the other two angels coming closer to them, then angel helps her to her feet.

"I'm Raphael, these are my brothers; Gabriel and Michael" Raphael gestures to the other two, the one named Michael nodded towards her, his stoic expression showing no emotion, yet Agata can't deny him to be strikingly handsome- despite the resting bitch face

'Must come with being an angel' she mused.

Oh, right,

Her voice came out unintentionally timid

"I'm Agata.. you're.. actually angels-"

"Ah yes! The brunette, Gabriel, exclaims as he holds out his hand for her to shake, he looks tired, she noted.

"When we arrived here maybe ten minutes ago we saw not a single living being around us, so hiding our wings didn't seem necessary, apologies, it must've been quite a shock!"

"Y-yeah... what.. was that..?" Agata replied sheepishly

"Hm?"

"I couldn't move.. what was that about?"

"That" Michael finally spoke up "was a sort of spell we use that can temporarily neutralise and sense any entities or potential threats in the immediate area, a safety precaution if you may."

Agata contemplated this, up until this point she had resigned herself to living a life of isolation, scavenging, and hurt. The appearance of the three celestial beings at this very moment has her mind reeling with questions

'Why are they here? Why now? ...can they help me..?'

She just has to get close to them somehow.

The skies have begun to get darker now, she feels her body shiver from a cold gust of wind, it whistles through the cracks in the wall on the building behind her, she wraps her arms around herself protectively.

Raphael looks to the side, thinks, and starts to talk,

"Do you live far away? It may be best if you go back"

"A day and a half's walk away... I stopped by an old hotel on the way here, it isn't too broken.."

"Hmm.. perhaps we could accompany you?"

Gabriel spoke up next. Agata looks at him sceptically.

"I mean! We can compromise, we need a place to stay and figure out what we're doing- and perhaps you'd like the company? What'cha say?"

Agata's eyes lit up, this is exactly what she'd hoped for!

"Are you sure? This is kind of a crazy situation."

"It is strange for us too.. but we're here on a mission and we have to make it work somehow.." Michael sighs.

Agata looks down at her hands

"Hm, well, I have everything I need from this old store, so follow along if you want" she said with a small smile.

And so they start walking.

[akehoshimystar]

Ai SSR

Veil of Blessing

Part 1

Ito: (The venue is all clear. All that's left is to check the accessories.)

After sorting out the tasks for the next dress-up event in my head, I opened the door to the waiting room…

Ai: …….

There, I found Kosaka-san staring intently at his smartphone.

Ai: Oh, it’s you.

Ito: I’m sorry for interrupting.

I tried to turn around, but Kosaka-san shook his head and said there was no need to go out.

Ai: In fact, you came at right time.

Mika asked me to send a photo of myself wearing this, so I did, and got a retake.

What Kosaka-san is wearing is a tuxedo for this dress-up event. I know that Mika-san are pretty serious about the costumes. That's why he wanted to check it thoroughly.

Ito: (On top of his great posture, he looks really good in it.)

I’d love to help. Could you show me what you sent to Mika-san? For a reference’s sake.

Ai: Here.

Ito: Thank yo-…..Uhh….

Ai: “Uhh”?

What displayed on Kosaka-san’a smartphone was….

Ito: (A selfie...!?)

Ai: What's with that reaction?

Ito: Ah, no, sorry. Just the usual “I see.”

(Kosaka-san took a selfie?)

Certainly, taking a selfie is not particularly strange if you're going to take a picture of yourself. But what surprised me was the fact that it's Kosaka-san himself who did it.

Ai: Looks like a photo of only the upper body is pointless because the whole body is not visible.

Why couldn’t he just tell me the requirements from the beginning.

Ito: Yeah, if the whole body is required, selfie may not be enough.

Ai: I thought about using a timer, but there is no good place for it at all.

The self-timer... It's going to give off a different feel from the selfie.

Ito: I think I can help you with that.

Ai: Yeah. I'll leave it to you.

As if he'd been waiting for those words, Kosaka-san handed me his smartphone.

Part 2

Ito: (I get nervous when I touch someone else's phone... About ten times more so when it's Kosaka-san's.)

Luckily the shooting function isn’t that different from what I use, so there should be no problem.

Ai: As long as I’m in frame from head to toes, I don't need anything else.

Ito: Understood.

I replied and aimed the smartphone lens at him.

Ito: (I can literally feel his overwhelming aura through the screen...)

(I shouldn’t say anything without preparation... and taking a bad photo not an option.)

Ai: Did my phone freeze?

Ito: Ah no, sorry for being slow. Here I go.

I know that he was referring to the app, but I couldn’t help but feel like he might have directed it at me.

Ito: Well then... I'll take it now.

Before the aura got any stronger, I pressed the shutter button several times, nervously.

Ito: Got it. At least it's not blurry, I think.

Ai: If the whole body is there, then the rest does not matter. You’ve worked hard.

Ito: (I feel tired for some reason...)

He took the phone from me and immediately sent a picture to Mika-san. And he got a reply almost right away.

Ai: ………

Ito: (Judging by how he looks, should I be worried...?)

Uhh, if there are some flaws, I'll do it again as many times as it takes.

Ai: ...Look at it yourself.

He handed me his smartphone, and all I could see was a reply from Mika-san.

Mika♡: You finally got to wear a wonderful tuxedo, so don’t think this will be the end!

A smile would be nice. That’s my request, will you do it?

Ito: A request……

Ai: Someone else has got to be there besides Mika.

Even though he said “someone”, Kosaka-san probably already had an idea. I could definitely picture a few people peering into Mika-san’s smartphones and chitchatting.

Ito: Seems like they’re enjoying this.

Mika♡: I mean, you said it was impossible earlier, but look, it came out beautifully ♡

Don’t tell me there’s someone else there with you?

Part 3

Ai: ………..

Ito: (Ah, his expression got even worse...!)

It's amazing that Mika-san could casually send a heart emoji to Kosaka-san, especially when he’s in this state.

Ai: For god’s sake, Mika. The goal has completely changed.

What does pose or face has to do with outfit checking?

Ito: (Well, looking at this outfit, it's understandable that he’d want more.)

Ai: It’s gonna get even more annoying if I just ignore him. Prepare for the next photo.

Ito: Okay. Please hand me your phone once again….

Ito: !?

Kousaka-san moved to stand next to me and held up his smartphone in selfie mode.

Ito: ………………Kosaka-san?

Ai: If it’s just me, someone will have something to say for sure. It's better to have two people if we want it to be unexpected.

They just want to have fun at this point. Even if I remain expressionless, they’ll be satisfied with this.

Ito: I-I guess so.

Ai: With that said, here I go.

After a few seconds of extreme overwhelm, a new photo was added to Kosaka-san’s folder.

Ai: If he says anything again, ignore him.

Without further ado, Kosaka-san sent the photo he had just taken to Mika-san. After a quick glance at the reply that came immediately, Kosaka-san showed me the screen of his smartphone.

Mika♡: Oh my, how lovely! And here I thought who could it be, turns out it was Ito!

“Nice photo.” “You two seem to be getting along!”

And that’s what they said, they really find it amusing ♡

Ai: For now, this should be the end.

Ito: That's good to hear.

Uh, if it's okay with you, Kosaka-san. Can I have that photo as well?

Ai: I don't mind. I don't think you'll misuse it anyway, but I didn’t expect you to request that at all.

Ito: How should I put it?

There’s no way I would misuse it. The reason I want this photo is….

Ito: Well, let’s just say it’s a blessing... I guess...? It made me feel like I'll be able to overcome any difficulties I may encounter in the future.

(Remembering the tension I felt today might help.)

Ai: I don't really get it, but you do you.

There's a notification sound in the waiting room. The exchange of the photo requested for reasons even the sender didn’t know was completed.

[skekilla]

https://www.deviantart.com/skekilla/art/Runaway-Train-Act-I-Scene-2-885394689

Golly, what a day this’s been…

It had been just moments after the demons had left. Though the world passed in a terrible flash outside, it looked to be a bit brighter out there now. Quite a few minutes must’ve passed. Whatever time had done so had gone in silence, though. Always one to never speak unless spoken to (and even then, he may not reply), Johnny stayed quiet. He did, admittedly, feel very awkward.

Luckily, he had something to draw his attention away from the woman who lounged in front of him. A little desperately, he fiddled with his malfunctioning leg. It was a real pain to try to get it working again, especially with only one hand to do so with. He was used to it, though, always prepared; a miniature toolkit equipped with a few screwdrivers and patches and such was always in his pocket, he made sure of it. Still, it didn’t make it any less bothersome.

“Now, what’s the story behind this leg of yours, hm?” Sally suddenly asked. Her tone was rather disinterested, her entirely relaxed posture reflecting it.

Johnny was taken aback by that. Honestly, no one cared to or even thought it polite to ask back home. Everyone just assumed if some guy had an injury as bad as a missing limb, it was from the war and best not to ask about it. So for a moment, he stayed in shocked silence, scrambling for an answer. “T-the war, ma’am,” he managed to stutter. “Both my legs and my arm were all blown away in the war.” Just saying that made him lightheaded and queasy at the memory.

To his continued surprise, Sally’s brow furrowed in confusion at what he had said. “The war?” she said, looking him up and down. “You’re young to have fought in it. At least you look it.”

Really? Do I look that young? He’d been told he was a little baby faced back in the studio, but he was sure he didn’t look below the age to enlist. “What’s that?”

“You look young,” she reiterated, a touch of annoyance creeping into her voice. “The war ended fourteen years ago. You must’ve been just out of school then.”

Now it was Johnny’s turn to be perplexed. What’s she going on about? “Far as I know, the fight's still going on,” he said, his voice strengthening in his confusion. Why exactly was she lying about something like this? Rather cruel to do so, he thought.

A burst of laughter left the woman. “Oh, your memory must’ve gone in the war, too. You’re quite the riot!”

That was crossing the line. Though his timidness kept him from saying anything, a part of Johnny wanted to stand up and give her a piece of his mind. However, he just ducked his head with a huff, returning his attention to his leg.

A good few seconds passed between the two before either of them spoke again. “So, would you want some help fixing it up, then?”

Quickly, Johnny’s eyes glanced back up at Sally’s. He didn’t quite know what to say just then. One minute, she’d been telling him he was a fool, the next she was offering to help repair his leg. However, he couldn’t ignore the fact that this could be much easier with some help. Usually, his sister was there to assist if anything went awry. Now, though, that wasn’t the case. Make no mistake, he could certainly handle himself on his own, but it was easier with help. “Sure,” he murmured after a pause.

A satisfied smile played across her dolled-up face. Though she must’ve figured he couldn’t move much, she gestured for him to come closer. She would’ve figured right, but Johnny did his best to scoot to the edge of his seat and hold up his leg. Luckily, he had gotten it outstretched enough for Sally to take hold of it.

The leg of his pants had already been hiked up past his knee, so she took straight to examining the joints and mechanisms. To his surprise, she seemed like she knew exactly what she was doing. He hadn’t quite pinned her as the handy type, what with her fur robe and satin dress and pearls dripping over pearls. Wouldn’t exactly figure myself to be the handy type either, I suppose, he thought to himself.

She examined the parts of the prosthetic, poking around with her fingers. A couple frustrated huffs escaped her. Suddenly, she held out her hand as if waiting for him to put something in it. What does she… “Oh-” It clicked for him; he reached over for the small toolkit, placing it in her hand.

“Thank you.” And then she set to work, clever and quick with her hands. To Johnny’s surprise, he spotted clauses on them. Those were working hands. He knew them from his sister’s own worn out palms.

“How do you know how to do all t-this?” he stuttered quietly. “You’re- w-what I mean to say, ma’am, is you’re very handy.”

A chuckle left her. It didn’t carry the same smugness it usually did, though. More of a bitterness. “Well,” she began. “All us had to get handy now. You know how it is, everyone does. This Depression’s got all of us fixing up everything we can.” She sighed to herself. “Well, c’est la vie, hm?”

Depression? But the Great Depression had been over years ago. Sure, not everyone was living in luxury now, but they were on the upswing, at least. "What do you mean, 'Depression?'" Honestly, he was a little nervous to ask, his voice wavering. He couldn't quite place why he was so wary about it; maybe he just didn't want to be taunted again, like earlier. Then again, maybe it was something else to do with that first conversation. What she'd said about the war, specifically.

"Oh, now you must be joking!" Sally exclaimed. Johnny's continued look of confusion must've told her he wasn't, as her own smile fell. "Really? God, what kind of rock were you living under?"

At a loss for words, a short babble of stutters left him as he shrank down in his seat. I knew this would go badly. "I don't know," he finally settled on, barely a whisper.

With a "hmph," Sally straightened. "For your information, sir, the Depression's got all of us less fortunate folks out of a job. Me, for example-" she paused to tend her hair, much like someone fluffing a pillow, and the same smugness took her over again "-I had been the most lovely singer this side of the Mississippi! Oh, they'd even have me doing tours. Boy, did they love me. I was fabulous."

"Was?"

Though it wasn't Johnny's intention, that sure made her lose some steam. She cleared her throat, slouched back down over his leg. "Well. No one could swing a visit to see me anymore. Money-wise, of course. They'd still love me, I can say that." The clenching of her jaw told Johnny not to pry any further.

He didn't need to, though. That had already given him something useful, something very useful indeed. She was talking about the Great Depression. She had to be. But that would mean… "What year is it?" The question was sudden. It almost sounded insane to ask. After all, who wouldn't know what year it was? Everyone knew it was 1943, Johnny thought. But then again, no one he'd known had ever been on a train populated by demons. Maybe, if what he suspected was true, that wouldn't even be the strangest thing he himself had experienced.

As he'd thought she'd do, Sally looked to him like he'd just asked her how to open a door. She did nothing but scoff for a moment, disbelief clear as day on her face. "Why, it's 1932!"

Oh my lord. Now, Johnny wasn't amazingly clever, but he had sense. And that sense had gathered the pieces—Sally's mentions of the war being over and the Depression being in full swing—and put it all together with this final admission: Sally was from the past. Somehow. He had no idea how that'd be, but it didn't seem there was another explanation. "It's… 1943. For me, at least," he muttered quietly.

"Now that's just ridiculous. You're pushing it too far."

"No, listen!" he squeaked. That was easily the loudest he had spoken so far. Both a little shocked and a little amused, Sally stayed quiet and looked up at him. "I think… this train has done something strange. To both of us. If what you've just told me is true, then… maybe this train is going through more than space." He stared at her right in the eyes, trying to convey seriousness in his wide eyes. It sounded like something out of a cartoon, he wouldn't blame her for doubting it.

Sally held his gaze a moment longer before her own eyes flicked away. "That sounds like a load of nonsense," she stated. She returned to his leg, finishing up the job.

Darn it. That was no good. Why would she have believed it, though? What real proof did she have, other than what she probably thought to be the ravings of a loony veteran? He sighed worriedly. He was probably wrong anyways…

"Though," Sally finally said. Johnny looked to her once again as she meticulously put the tools back in their places, attentive to what she had to say. "Your little idea would make what you've said make some sense. Some other things I've seen here too."

The note of genuine suspicion in her voice made Johnny's eyes light up. "Then you believe it?" he asked, cautious.

"Maybe." But both of them knew then that he was right. Or at least, they knew that something was more wrong here than a couple easily pacified demons. Much more wrong. And much more worth sticking together. For both of their sakes.

[generalofthenorth]

      Whether it was a sly smirk or the wide grin she had now, Tullius decided that he quite liked the way she smiled up at him. It was dazzling, impossible to ignore, and often a rarity to him in his line of work. Well, at least genuine smiles were a rarity. And not usually from someone as intriguing as her. Perhaps that was why it was so easy to keep falling once he had already slipped toward the idea that she had less than subtly tempted him with. “If you are so thoughtfully going to keep me company tonight, the least I could do would be to make some room for you.”      An amused grin spread across his face as he chuckled. He had expected her to feed him a half-truth, dodge the question entirely, or even outright lie. And he almost laughs when instead she is bluntly honest. Anyone else and Tullius would imagine he would be disappointed at the admission that they were untrustworthy, but to his surprise, he's not. At least, not in this instance. Not with her. And it wasn't because she had eliminated any remaining space between them and was making his head spin and cause a lump to form in his throat. Or maybe that was why it didn't bother him. Regardless, he admires and respects it because at least he has an idea of what to expect from her. "Well, at least you're honest, I can appreciate that."      Gods, he couldn't breathe without it being full of her as she spoke. Soft enough that it gave him a reason to lean in even closer to hear her over the din of the party. To feel the warmth from her body to her breath that tickled his skin. This was all his own damn fault considering he had done nothing but encourage her. But try as he might, Tullius couldn't bring himself to feel much regret for the decisions he'd made so far tonight. At least for the moment. She created a mixture of delightful tension and concerning ease in him that if he wasn’t careful, he was sure he would find himself wrapped around her nimble little finger despite her own warning to him. He was so entranced in her little mannerisms, her lips, the brief flash of her tongue, and her soft voice that he nearly missed her assurance that her target was not the one thing he had been most concerned about. His rigid posture relaxed into her at the sense of relief that washed over him. While he couldn't condone her thievery, Tullius also didn't feel compelled to attempt to stop her as long as it had nothing to do with the Empire. 

     Despite being still distracted by the press of her body against his, he managed to steel his expression and focus on what she was telling him. Conflicted was an understatement for what Tullius was feeling at the moment. She had assuaged his concerns about why she was there, but unfortunately, Tullius found the Akaviri fascinating. Admired their weapons, their knowledge, and prowess. It would be a shame for someone to hide away such intriguing artifacts so only a handful of people could sit and admire them. Though, to be fair, wasn't that what the Count and his ancestors had done since the last era? Then perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if what she said about them not remaining lost for long turned out to be true. He wasn't entirely sure what that meant though. Did she intend on selling out her client, which seemed doubtful, or did she think they wouldn't be able to keep their mouth shut about their ill-gotten gains, which seemed far more likely to him?

     He hesitated for a quiet moment when she turned his question on him, looking at him that way, like he would be some sort of heartless monster if he crushed the hope on her face. She was clearly far better at this game than he was. And luckily for her, she could trust him... to an extent."You can trust me to keep my word," he took a deep breath, doing his best to ignore the pang of guilt. "I will not hinder your little heist as long as no one gets hurt." It was the most he could do and the most he could promise without making himself a liar because whether he liked it or not, he couldn't stand by and do nothing if she decided to cross a line. And whether Tullius was willing to admit it just yet, he didn't frankly know what she was capable of. "Can you at least promise that you won't make me regret this?"

          "OH! HOW PRESUMPTIVE OF ME, MY MISTAKE.” She could not be smiling any wider if she tried. Tullius has joked with her twice now within a rather short timespan, and she doesn’t care to hide her delight. As much as she likes his stiff, unyielding demeanour, she also quite enjoys this new, good-humoured and near playful side of him. It’s an aspect that she assumes he rarely shares with others, which makes it all the more special that he was showing glimpses of it with her. “I assured the good Count in advance that I’d made my own arrangements at a nearby estate,” she grins. Accepting the offer of a room at the castle would’ve invited more scrutiny ( and security ) than she needed. “But I’d be open to staying here tonight, if your bed has room for me.”

She likes the way he pulls her against him, and the way his touch lingers on her cheek as he tucks a loose strand from her face. She also likes it when he calls her his little thief, enough that she almost wants to answer ‘yes’ to his connecting question. It isn’t the truth, though. She can’t change her nature, and she wasn’t going to lie that she would. But she isn’t allergic to telling the truth at times, and she wants to tell him her true plan to at least alleviate his concerns.

“You shouldn’t ever trust me,” Ariveth admits with a little curl at her lips, aware of the irony in her honesty. Her body arches forward against Tullius’ in elimination of any remaining space between them, wetting her lips subconsciously as she stares at his own. “But, the truth is that I’m not after political secrets or plans this time.” Her voice has lowered to a whisper, breathed in their close proximity as her eyes flick upwards to connect with his.

“I assume you’ve heard all about the infamous collection of Akaviri artifacts held by the Carvains since time immemorial? Well, there may be a third party interested in buying, therefore there may be a specific thief interested in acquiring.” She’s toying with the shoulder of his robe, though her gaze is almost entirely focused on his expression, looking for any sign that he was disturbed enough by her explanation that he might be prone to impeding her plans. “Such unique artifacts won’t stay lost for long, after all, so there won’t be any harm done in the long run… there’ll just be a certain someone with her pockets a little fuller by the end of it.” It’s a long shot, suggesting he look the other way on this. She’d have to work a little harder to obtain the artifacts if he decided to thwart her scheme — she’s hoping that wouldn’t be necessary.

“Can I trust you?” She throws the question back, watching him with a gaze more hopeful than she intends to convey.

[sad-brunnettee]

I’m just like you | Part 5

Billy Hargrove x reader

Part 4

A/n: this took me so long to write, is it good? No. Was it worth the wait? Also no.

—

Since your last conversation with Carol you tried to act like yourself. Tommy, who is always oblivious about his surroundings took notice of this. He will glance at your exposed skin from time to time, attempting to see any bruises or marks that will let him know that the abuse has gotten worse. Yet he’s never seen anything that would catch his attention.

He knew you didn’t like talking about your home life which is why he didn’t pry but he knew you needed a small escape. Luckily, another party was taking place this weekend. Getting wasted at a random party was his best solution, he was sure it will work.

“What do you mean no, y/n? This is the best distraction.” Tommy’s voice was filled with annoyance. His posture slacked as he stabbed his food with his fork.

“My mom said we’re going to this restaurant downtown. I can’t bail on her.” You tried to explain to him but he still looked exasperated.

Without trying to, Billy could see right through you. He noticed the way your body tensed and how you desperately tried to avoid eye contact with them. As much as he hates to admit it, he won’t be surprised if he were to find your parents are just like his dad. It was the new normal and there wasn’t much that kids could do in cases like this.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, what about you Hargrove?” Tommy’s attention shifted to Billy who seemed to be studying you. As much as you tried to pretend to not feel his intense stare you. It was hard, and you were sure they could see that. Whenever you attempted to pick up your food with the fork it kept on sliding across the plate. Your hand was getting shaky and your face was getting red.

Not only were you internally cringing but so was Carol. She felt bad for you, Billy’s stare was nothing like the others. His hit harder than those that stare after you got in a brutal fight, than when anyone sees you still hanging out with Tommy and Carol. Than whenever you get new bruises and nobody knows where they came from. Those times, the looks people gave you were easy to ignore. Yet you felt exposed at the moment.

When Billy didn’t answer, Tommy shoved him with his elbow. He snapped his head quickly to face him, it was intimidating enough to make Carol gulp. Meanwhile, Tommy kept his composure and raised his eyebrows to urge a response from him.

“Do that again, and I’ll disfigure your face.” Billy threaten through gritted teeth. But Tommy simply chuckled with a shake of his head. “I have shit to do that day.” As he spoke he raised from his seat after hearing the bell ring. You finally lifted your eyes up from your half-eaten food to see him already looking at you. Just as expected, he saw the sad look on your face.

If you would had paid as much attention to his face as he did to yours. You would had noticed a the look of empathy he held in his eyes. Maybe then would you see the similarities you share with him.

Without saying anything, he grabbed his tray and walked away. After a few more seconds you also stood up and left. You heard Tommy and Carol say something but you kept on walking.

—

As you walked to your car, you kept on wondering if the possibility of ever being with Billy will happen. It seemed as if you were subconsciously pushing him away. Yet you couldn’t help but come to the realization that no matter what you did, Billy wouldn’t think of you more than a school friend. He has made it clear that he isn’t looking for a girlfriend.

You told yourself that next time there’s a party, you’ll be there. Not just for Billy or to please Carol and Tommy, but for yourself. You definitely need a break from everything that’s been going on.

You were so engrossed in your own thoughts that you didn’t see y/s/n walking towards your car. It wasn’t until she got in and slammed the door that you noticed her. With furrowed eyebrows you turned tried to look at her face. It was hidden by her hair yet you pictured her with furrowed eyebrows like you and a pout.

“Y/s/n are you oka-” you spoke and reach your hand for it to rest on her shoulder but she moved away.

“Just drive.” She looked out at the window as she said that.

You debated on asking once more but decided against it. You retracted your hand and placed it on the keys but you must not have moved fast enough because y/s/n turned towards you in a rapid motion.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said drive!” She rolled her eyes and pulled her jackets hoodie over her head.

You wanted to yell back at her but you decided on staying quiet, not wanting to make the situation worse.

The drive was awkward on your part, there were so many things swirling through your head that you wanted to speak out. Yet they just wouldn’t escape your mouth. The only sound that could be heard was the music playing through the radio.

Your sister practically ran out of the car as soon as you came to a stop. Reluctantly you also got out of the car and walked home.

—

Saturday came by quickly and you were getting ready to leave any second with your mom and sister. You wore a brown turtle neck long sleeve shirt with light medium wash jeans. You were wearing your favorite pair of white shoes that seemed to bring the outfit together. The only thing left to fix was your hair, you decided on putting up in a half up half down style. Something that made your face look almost angelic.

You walked out of your room just in time to see your sister and mom walking out of the door. Aside from neither one talking to you, you felt happy. This was the first time in years that the three of you would go out.

During the drive you had to bite your lips to prevent a smile from forming. Your mom hasn’t told you why you’re all heading to a restaurant when there was food at home but you didn’t mind.

The restaurant was big and simple yet you felt out of place. There were groups of teenagers hanging with their friends. It seemed as if it was a place for young people since there weren’t that many families. The table you would be sitting at is near the back, the window to your left showed you the cars and people passing by.

“Your waiter will be with you in a few minutes.” Ryan, the host told you.

You picked up the menu that laid in front of you and it was then that you noticed an extra one next to your mom. Even if the restaurant wasn’t busy, you thought that maybe the host grabbed one too many.

Nobody else seemed to mind it, you tried to ignore it as well but it was hard. It stared at you, making you wonder who is supposed to be holding it.

“Hello, I’m Sam and I’ll be your waiter, can I get some drinks started for you?” She asked while her manicured hands held a notepad on her left hand and a pen on the other.

You were about to answer when your mom beat you to it. “We’re actually waiting for one more person, could we order everything once they arrive?” She asked while folding her hands on top of the menu.

“Sure thing.” She said with a tight smile.

As she walked away you looked at your mom about to ask her who would be joining the three of you. Thinking maybe a friends of her will be arriving soon. You didn’t have time to ask her because shortly after you heard the door of the restroom open and the voice of the host as well as another male.

A man who seemed to be a few years older than your mom stood in front of your table. He had a few noticeable wrinkles on his face and was well dressed. You wondered if that’s the reason why he was late.

Your mom smiled at him with admiration that left you wondering how long they’ve been seeing each other for. She patted the right side of the cushion she was sitting on. Y/s/n, looked at you with confusion, you mirrored her look but turned to the two in front of you when your mom cleared her throat.

“Girls, this is Tom, my boyfriend.” She briefly introduced him. You weren’t sure how to feel, you were happy knowing she had found someone. Yet you couldn’t help but feel conflicted, it could be from the way your sister and you met Tom. He simply showed up out of nowhere and you’ll now be seeing him a lot.

Your mom cleared her throat again, making you snap out of your thoughts. You stretched out your right hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you Tom, I’m y/n.” He also extends his arm and looked at your sister afterwards, wondering what her name was.

“I’m y/s/n.” Was all she said and also offered him her hand to shake but it was brief. Your mom sent a glare her way but Tom didn’t see.

Dinner went better than you had expected, from your short encounter with Tom you already liked him. You hoped he will be a good father figure for y/s/n, from the two of you. She is the one who may need it more than you.

The four of you were walking out of the restaurant with Tom saying he has some ideas of what to do next time. Everyone seemed to like that idea except for your sister, she had a bored look on her face. Which made the drive home tense, your mom lectured her while you sat there in silence.

As you reached your house, you’re sure that everyone could hear your mom screaming at your sister even with the windows rolled up. You almost didn’t want to get out of the car, but you knew that if you did that you’ll also get yelled at. You unfastened your seatbelt when you heard your sister slam the door closed. She was followed by your mom who kept on yelling.

When you did get out you heard the unrecognizable sound of Billy’s car. You looked over your shoulder and sure enough there it was. He didn’t look towards you and you hoped that he didn’t listen to what was going on in front of you.

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[weepingvoidpenguin]

One of Your Favorites

Jealous Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have an objective. Get Rumlow to confess. Simple enough, right? No. Aside from his usual condescending attitude towards you, Bucky has made it extremely apparent that he doesn’t think you’re capable of - well, anything, but especially not handling Rumlow. And yet, he is the biggest challenge of this entire ordeal.

Warning: T R I G G E R WARNING!! ATTEMPTED SA, DRUGS, language, light smut. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT READ IF SA WILL TRIGGER YOU. 

Word Count: 8.3k

   “We have good intel stating he’s working as a double agent for HYDRA. Selling information, exploiting tactics, even going so far as to tell them where we’ll be and when.” Natasha scanned the room, making sure she had everyone’s attention during the briefing. 

   You slouched back in your swivel chair and twisted to-and-fro slightly with your hands gripping the arm rests on either side. It took all of your willpower to act engrossed in her words. And you meant every single drop. You’d been paying attention, sure, but the only issue was the dominating presence two seats to your right and directly in your line of sight to Natasha. You rolled your chair to the left to clear the path for the third time, only for him to block your way without missing a beat. The growl that left your mouth was nearly involuntary. Nearly.

   How long would this man act like a child? Despite his graceful and seemingly unsuspecting movements, you were fully aware his placement was intentional. This was not the first, nor did you doubt that it would be the last, time that Bucky acted impudently toward you. Frankly, you’d grown bored of his behavior. It was the same thing everyday. He would act a nuisance during the briefings, speak over you whenever he had the chance, steal the limelight from you and invalidate any concerns or thoughts you shared. The whole charade grew tiring and he had been dancing on thin ice for months now.

   You averted your gaze from burning holes through the freshly washed, brown locks and switched your attention back up to the redhead. Thankfully, too, because you managed to catch the end of her sentence just as she locked eyes with you.

   “And that’s why Y/N is going to be the one to extract the information from him,” she finished.

   You blinked, “Wait, what?” 

   Bucky straightened his posture and threw a quick glance your way, “Yeah, what? She’s got no heat, couldn’t toast marshmallows if we gave her all day. She shouldn’t lead this, she wouldn’t know how,”

   “Well, tonight might be a good time to start learning, then,” Steve chimed in, throwing a wink your way. You smiled and appreciated his aid, not because you needed it but because at this point, you were seething and if you opened your mouth to defend yourself this meeting would go south, quickly. Luckily, Steve always believed you were capable of a great deal of things and knew you strove for more experience so any opportunity to lead or expand was one he thought you should take. 

   “Besides,” Tony spoke up, twirling a platinum pen between his fingers from across the table, “our little double-agent has always had the hots for Y/N so unless you’re gonna be the one to bat your eyelashes at him and get him alone in a room, Mr. Barnes, we have to use his own flaws against him.” He turned to face you and held up a hand, “Not to say that liking you is a flaw, you’re great Hot-Stuff but exploiting him is our best option indefinitely,”

   “Do I have to seduce him?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow towards Nat, trying your damned hardest to avoid the unmistakable glare the brown-haired super soldier was sending your way. 

   “The only thing you have to do is extract any information on him that you can. Get him a little drunk, catch him in a slip-up or two, take note of any inconsistent stories and be on your merry way,” she reassured, “How you manage to do that is up to you,”

   “Ooh, extortion,” Clint chirped up from the far back corner, his hands rubbing together maliciously around an arrow he pulled from his sheathe, something you noticed he did a lot when he was uninterested; be it a person, mission, or conversation.

   “No. Not extortion,” Steve shut it down and you chuckled at how Clint’s countenance fell into one of disappointment. 

   “Not yet anyway,” Natasha mumbled and you sighed as she walked around the room and handed each of you a folder with your individual objectives inside.

   “But he’s such a pervert,” you grumbled.

   “All the easier,” 

~

   The rest of the day was drudged with Nat while she taught the pertinence of body language (both yours and theirs), verbal ruses, and overall ensnarement. You bat your eyelashes until you were certain you would catch enough wind to fly away, smirked enough that your cheeks began to ache and raised your eyebrows ‘til you felt the impending wrinkles on your forehead. By the end of the drill you weren’t sure you were even going to make it to the company party from the migraine creeping its way on.

   “How’s the bait coming along?” His voice alone caused you to roll your eyes but you paid no mind while you rubbed at your temples and stood up alongside Natasha.

   “She’s not gonna be able to lie to me any time soon but she can flirt her way to whatever she wants,”

   “Benefits of targeting a narcissistic misogynist, they don’t think anyone can fool them.” Tony belted as he sauntered into the room with strawberries, offering them out to you while he munched on one.

   “She’ll still mess it up,” Bucky countered, “Make someone else do it,”

   You plucked the fruit off Tony’s tray and examined it, trying to figure out whether you were going to consume it or use it as a weapon.

   “I really appreciate your words of encouragement, James. Unfortunately, they’re not wanted, nor are they needed.” You bit into the fruit and glided towards the door, looking over your shoulder at the super soldier, “So unless you actually have something to contribute, I suggest you stay the hell out of my way while I get the job done,”

   Nat walked out behind you and handed you a tiny, skin-colored device meant to conceal itself and you placed it in your ear. 

   “The conversation is gonna be recorded so we can catch any inconsistencies. We’ll all be able to hear what you’re saying so tread on delicate waters but don’t be afraid to shake mountains if you have to,”

   You nodded and opened your door for her to enter your room knowing she’d want to help you get ready for the event. Natasha, shocking as it turns out, enjoys company while preparing for events. She would much prefer to be surrounded by people than be alone. You never had gall to ask her why that is. Or maybe you respected her too much to ask.

   An hour had passed, maybe two, but you enjoyed the silence between you both. There was no need to fill the empty quiet when it was so comfortable and welcoming. You two spoke without words at times and that was probably your favorite personal skill. Eventually, there came a knock on your door and you opened to find Wanda with her flat iron and make-up bag in tow. It’d long since been decided that your room was the gathering center.

   Wanda helped you finish touching up your outfit and you waited on your bed while they finished getting ready. Nat occasionally quizzed you on certain situations and how you should act depending on the tones and moods of the conversation. You tried to explain that you didn’t have difficulty reading a room but Nat tested you all the same. 

   “And if he puts his hand on your thigh?” She called out from your bathroom.

   “Then he loses it,” you practically sang in response.

   You were met with a flying hairbrush and laughed at the onslaught.

   “You’re not the only one with that mentality,” Wanda called out as well, her iron glossing over thin strands of hair.

   “Nat knows I can handle myself.” You sat up on the bed and went over to your closet to collect your favorite pair of shoes to go along with the formal attire Nat selected for tonight. “What a coincidence that we happen to have a company party the same night we have to extract information,” you hollered over your shoulder, moving aside terribly worn shoes while you scoured for the pair you had in mind.

   “This objective has been in the works for weeks now,” Nat released the tendril of hair from around the barrel and pinned it to her head so it could cool.

   “Wow, thanks for the heads up, then.” You gripped the desired pair and placed them beside your nightstand for later.

   “The plan wasn’t solid until we knew for a fact that Rumlow was coming. It’s a company party so it’s not mandatory but once he heard you were making an appearance, it didn’t take very much persuading,”

   You rolled your eyes and plopped back down on your mattress, “He’s so annoying, I doubt I can hold much of a conversation with him,”

   “Take a shot or two to ease your nerves, if he sees you drinking it’ll put him at ease too. He’ll be more inclined to drink,” Natasha recommended. “But don’t act too out of character. If you were always curt and short with him and suddenly you start acting over-friendly, he may get suspicious. He’s an idiot but he’s a paranoid one,”

   You nodded, taking a mental note to have a half-empty bottle in your grasp when Rumlow arrives. If he thinks you’ve already been drinking, he might also consider catching up. 

   “Y/N? Not uptight for once?” Wanda sarcastically questioned. “I can’t picture it,”

   “Oh, fuck off,” you grumbled and in turn received laughter from the two girls. “Besides, of all of us I’m by far the least uptight. Barnes takes the cake for that one,”

   There was a beat of silence that you didn’t register before you were met with a response.

   “Ya know, he’s not as bad as you paint him out to be.” Nat unpinned the curl from her head and moved on to the next section, “He’s got some serious loyalty and always willing to volunteer first for everything,”

   You lifted your head to stare at her reflection through the mirror, “What are you talking about? He’s annoying and irate and lacks a filter,”

   “Mmm, irate isn’t the word I would use,” Wanda countered, looking over to Natasha.

   Nat shook her head in response, “I’d lean more towards . . . over-protective,” 

  “Much better,” Wanda agreed.

   You squinted your eyes at their image and felt the corners of your lips turn downwards, “Over-protective? Since when are you two defending Barnes?”

   “We’re not defending him, per say.” Wanda glanced over to Nat, “We’re just trying to give you a fresh perspective,” 

   “You could give me a brand new pair of eyes and I’d still see him the same,” you retorted, now leaning on your elbows due to the strain on your neck. 

   They ignored the comment, “And he’s only annoying to you,”

   “You’re telling me he doesn’t annoy you at all?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

   “More like . . . he doesn’t go out of his way to mess with us.” Nat applied a nude color onto her lips.

   “So you agree that he goes out of his way to irritate me,” you stated rather than asked.

   “That’s been made very apparent,” Wanda responded. “But you have to wonder why,”

   You huffed a little and sprawled back out on the bed just to result in staring at the ceiling above. If you looked hard enough your mind would create pictures from the chaos of the cracks and shapes began to form. Sometimes, when the night lay still and life seemed to dwindle at the edges of your reality, you could swear a familiar face fashioned together and your imagination ran wild with the images you’d see. Some that brought a warmth to your cheeks even now. 

   You shot up out of bed and shook the memories from your vision. Ugh. He haunts you even when he’s not actively tormenting you. How he’s managed to crawl his way so deeply within your skin you had no idea but you fought for control of your thoughts whenever you caught them slipping into that hellhole.

   “Or slipping into euphoria,” Wanda chimed in.

   “Wanda!” You scolded, crossing your arms, “Euphoria my ass,”

   “Yeah, he thinks so too,” she continued and you chucked the abandoned hairbrush back their way. 

   “Stay out of my head,” you jokingly sniped at her but was met with a low chuckle.

   “I didn’t even have to be in your head to know what you were thinking of,” Nat defended and caught your weapon of choice.

   “Are you guys done yet?” You rolled your eyes and stretched yourself out before swiping up the pair of heels you’d chosen and sliding them onto your feet.

   “Why? Are you in a hurry to see a certain someone?” Natasha teased and Wanda let out an eruption of laughter.

   “All right, I’m done.” You made a beeline for the door and threw it open, “Lock up when you’re finished!” You bellowed over your shoulder and made your way to the top floor of the building where all the parties are typically held.

   You didn’t run into anyone on the way up and you used that time to calm yourself, prying inch by inch away from the invasive thoughts that called for you in the darkest hours of the night. But, then again, maybe those tormenting thoughts weren’t that bad? You mean, he certainly IS handsome, very much so actually. And he has the most knee-wobbling smirk you’d ever come to know, not to mention those little tricks he does with his knives always manage to entrance you. God, did he know how to use a knife. 

   On more than one occasion had you caught yourself staring at how his hands encapsulated the hilt of the blade. How they clenched and relaxed, drawing out some of the more prominent veins on one of the extremities; of course, you were even more so enticed by the hand he hid as well. You’d imagined what it felt like to have such strong hands grip onto your thighs and coax you into spreading them open with just a few teasing touches here and there. You couldn’t fathom the front you’d put up would last very long, he was stellar at pulling reactions from you. He’d see you break under his caresses and he’d degrade you like he always did but this time it’d emit a different response from you, one that made you whimper and shake. At that, he’d probably call you a good girl, he definitely seems the type to switch between degradation and praise, and would press his mouth up just where you wanted it the most. You’d try your hardest to be quiet but damn the way that tongue moved against you and the way he’d pull you harder against his face at each sound of pleasure you let slip past your lips. He’d enjoy it, too. Eyes closed as he devours you, he likes to put on a show for you to watch. Give you a memory that’ll slick your thighs later that night if he hadn’t fucked you into a coma by then. He’d make you watch him and if you dared to close your eyes you’d earn a firm, cold smack on your ass. He knows you like when he uses temperature play. He growls a little too, he can’t help his innate behavior. Then, just as the accumulation is coming to its apex he’d pull away abruptly and kiss you straight on your mouth so you can taste yourself and that’d earn him another whimper which would result in another smack that leads to that cold metal trailing its way to your core and just as he pushes the tip of his finger inside-

   You cough and straighten your posture as the elevator door opens. When had you leaned up against the back wall of the elevator? Oh Gods, you could feel the slick at the apex of your thighs and you squeezed them together as inconspicuously as you could in fear that you were producing a . . . scent that would be rather difficult to conceal. But the slick only grew worse when you locked eyes with the person stepping into the elevator.

   Fuck.

   “That’s what you chose to wear?” He asked, a certain venom in his tone that immediately calmed the ache in your heat.

   “And what would you have me wear instead, Barnes?” You quipped back, your body facing forward as he took his place beside you in the cramped space.

   There was a beat of silence. Then another. “Not that,” he responded.

   “Well I’ll make sure to ask you next time since you have such impeccable taste,” you retorted, your eyes yet to abandon the sight of the closing doors.

   You weren’t sure of all the effects of the Super Soldier Serum that had been injected into Bucky and all that it heightened but you prayed to any God that would listen that his hearing wasn’t one of those things. You were too preoccupied with attempting to settle the hot pulse beating between your legs to worry about how loud your discomfort came across.

   “What do you look so nervous about?” Bucky’s gruff voice prodded. “You can’t possibly be nervous about the mission considering how big-headed you are,”

   You took a deep, long breath and held it to soothe you. Had you not been so previously preoccupied, you’d have given him hell for the insult. “I’m not nervous about that,” you sniped and rested back against the cool wall to satiate your burning skin before lifting your gaze to him only to find him already examining you.

   “Of course not, I just said that,” he retorted, bringing a gloved hand to his face to rub along his jaw, “there’s obviously nothing for you to worry about,”

   You scoffed, “And why is that, Barnes?” Cue the dramatic crossing of your arms. 

   “You’re smarter than Rumlow and significantly better trained. Overall, he really doesn’t hold a candle to your ability,” He paused for a second, his whole frame tensing until he remembered to relax, “But that’s not really saying much considering it’s Rumlow,” 

   You hadn’t noticed you raised your eyebrows until you felt your face fall, “Ah, there he is. You had me worried there for a second, Barnes. Thought you might actually try something new and display common decency for once,”

   A corner of his mouth turned up subtly and he shook his head. You trailed your gaze down to his hidden hand and stared long enough to burn a hole through the fabric.

   “If something’s bothering you, Dollface, go ahead and speak up,” 

   You weren’t sure what possessed you to say anything, especially knowing how touchy the subject was for him but the words left your mouth anyway, “I don’t know why you insist on hiding yourself,”

   He lurched his head back, your statement seeming to have a physical affect on the man and you mentally slapped yourself for saying anything.

   “I’m not hiding myself,”

   “But you are,” you interrupted, your thoughts coming out in pools of candor, “you aren’t your hand. You aren’t your past. You are you. Presently. You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore. That’s not even the same hand you had back then. It’s not tainted and neither are you. I say drop the gloves,”

   “And why would I care about what you say?” He growled, his eyebrows furrowed together and his neck tight in potential restraint.

   The elevator dinged and you looked towards the opening doors, “You don’t have to but they don’t look right with your suit either.” You walked through the exit and sauntered over to the others who had already gotten the party started, leaving Bucky dumb-founded behind you. “I need a shot,”

   “Already ready,” Tony quipped up, holding the small glass in the air for everyone to behold before bringing his cheek to yours in mock welcoming, “This’ll up your tolerance for the next hour, try to get all your drinking done within that time-frame,”

   You pulled away with a warm smile after faux kissing his cheek, “Finally!” you displayed and threw the liquid back in one swift motion, your face scrunching together against your will.

   “Yeah, she’s got a kick to her,” he mumbled and handed you a fruity drink to chase it down with. 

   You went around and said hi to everyone as you recognized most of those present. You made small chatter with those lesser known and drank the liquid in your hand significantly quicker than you’d like to. You excused yourself after you finished the drink and walked over to the bar, scanning the room as you were handed another glass. No Rumlow in sight.

   You headed towards the foosball table and gripped the handles after setting the beverage down on the counter beside you. You flinched as a reflection of light caught your eye and at first you thought your glass was the source. Until your eyes fixated on the reflection’s actual origin. To your far right, and up a few steps you found Bucky conversing with Steve, a dull light emitting from his hand. Not a glove in sight.

   “So, where’s your boyfriend?” Sam inquired when he filled the opposing spot.

   You rolled your eyes, “Bucky’s not my boyfriend,”

   “Bucky?” Sam’s tone chirped up teasingly, a knowing look wearing on his face.

   Your grip tightened around the handles and you slowly pulled away to throw the little white ball through the circle, your hands immediately twisting the miniscule players around. Your eyes shot back and forth, your sight never leaving the darting sphere. Sam still managed to win the first point.

   “Ha!” He shouted in triumph, bringing his finger up as if to scold you, “Don’t think you got away with that comment either, Y/N,”

   “What comment?” you questioned and gulped most of your drink before slamming it back down on the table.

   You heard your earpiece come to life with quiet static and you tried to keep your face masked. Rumlow had entered. Not a surprise either, the party was finally starting to pick up now.

   Sam threw the ball in and you turned the players meticulously this time, brute strength hadn’t helped you earlier so maybe you should take it slow. Steve made his way over to the table and threw his drink back, the liquid trickling down the side of his face before he wiped it away. Sam won the second point.

   “I play winner,” Tony chimed, standing beside Steve.

   You made a point to catch up and now you two were tied at three each. 

   “Best out of five?” You proposed, quirking an eyebrow at Sam.

   “If you didn’t want to play anymore you could’ve just said that,” he teased and you smirked at him as Tony made a subtle show of handing you another drink and you finished your second. “Loser takes two shots?”

   “Deal.” You nodded, knowing you didn’t have much of a choice as a small crowd began to form around you two. Rumlow amongst them. 

   Your jaw dropped when Sam shot the ball directly into your goal as soon as he’d let the ball go.

   “What the fuck?” You shouted, “No fair! That doesn’t count!”

   Thor erupted in laughter to your right and you blinked slowly, staring at the gargantuan man. 

   “It most certainly does,” Sam shouted back, his grin practically touching his ears.

   “Sam, take it easy on her,” Bucky muttered from beside him, quickly averting his gaze from yours and his expression loosened, “The brat hates losing,”

   “Brat?” You snarled.

   Bucky took a swig of his beer, watching you the entire time and you reeled back the fire beginning to form in your chest just to bring your drink up to your lips and chug the entire thing down. You handed it over to Tony who left to replace it. 

   “Last point,” Sam stated, “It’s not too late to quit now,”

   You shook your head and blinked away the feign distortion you were supposed to have. “Just play the ball,”

   “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he teased and threw the ball in. 

   You wanted to win. Desperately. But you had a character to play tonight and she was supposed to be drunk. So you hit your hand against the corner of the table just as Sam happened to make the winning point. You grumbled and threw him a glare when Tony broke through the crowd.

   “Coming through,” he shouted, handing two small glasses to you while you gripped your knuckles in pain. “Noooo, you’re not getting out of taking these. C’mon, take your punishment,”

   “Yes, Daddy,” you grumbled and cringed at your own words when the realization hit you. Whatever. You were supposed to be drunk, anyway. 

   “Daddy?” Tony quipped and pulled the drinks back towards himself, “Maybe you should be cut off,”

   “What?” You argued, leaning slightly on the table with your hand and snatching the drinks from Tony’s hold, effectively spilling some on yourself. “See?” You lifted up the half empty shot glass, “This barely counts as a shot,”

   “I’ll get her a new one,” Rumlow offered and disappeared before anyone could argue. 

   “She really doesn’t need another-” Bucky tried to interject and take the shots from you but you twisted around and chugged down the one full glass.

   Water.

   You looked up at Tony and his smirk was barely noticeable. But you could tell. Bucky nearly ripped the other drink from you but Tony blocked his path and you exaggerated your next drink as Rumlow broke back into the crowd, shot in tow.

   “Here.” Rumlow’s calloused hand held the drink up above you and you stared at him with a questioning look. “Open,” he ordered and the fire burning in your chest fought to destroy everything in its vicinity. You bit your lip in refrain but tossed your head back and opened your mouth.

   Static broke over your earpiece. Don’t drink that! Wanda’s voice erupted.

   Your eyes widened as the liquid made its way down but you coughed hard to stop whatever you could. 

   Why? Steve’s voice came through right after.

   You choked on the liquid and shut your eyes at the way it burned its way down. You reached your hand out to grab someone’s drink to ease the burning and grasped a tall glass and tossed it back. The burning didn’t ease up and you felt a hand rest on your back.

   “Are you okay?” Rumlow’s voice rang out and your skin nearly recoiled from the contact, “How about we get you some water?”

   You looked up at him when the burning subsided minimally and nodded your head, letting him lead the way to the bar. He parted the crowd and someone took step right behind you to follow when the presence suddenly died out abruptly. You turned around to check who it had been and found no one.

   Why? Steve asked again.

   Where’s Wanda? Bruce broke through.

   You lifted your head and flitted your gaze around the room until you found the familiar Sokovian on the couch, laying down with her eyes closed. You pulled away from Rumlow but his grip on your hand tightened and his steps grew in haste. You whirled your head to yell at him but the way the room swayed with the movement cause you to shut your mouth in surprise. 

   Didn’t Tony say you would have a higher tolerance?

   “Couch...” you muttered, pointing over your shoulder just in case your target was curious enough to ask but the message was delivered.

   Rumlow hoisted you up onto the bar stool and stood on your open side, using his body to keep you from falling over. Or to cage you in.

   “I don’t feel good,” You rested an elbow on the countertop and held your head up.

   “I can’t imagine you would. You’ve been chugging those drinks like they’re water.” Despite that, Rumlow motioned to the bartender and asked for two more.

   You giggled and your head lulled forward with the action. You let Rumlow catch you from tumbling over. Why did your body feel so heavy? Not to mention the way everything around you dazed about. You couldn’t catch a single action, let alone attempt to read Rumlow’s body language. But you did happen to notice the way his eyes searched the room before coming back to you.

   “You okay?” You rested your forearm against his chest and pushed slightly to allow yourself a better view of his face.

   A small smirk, “Am I okay? What about you?”

   You smacked your lips and brought the ice cold glass to your lips. That’s not water. “I’m doing reeaalllyy good,” you drawled.

   Rumlow chuckled and pushed you deeper into the chair, “I can tell.” He took a sip, his attention never faltering from your body, “Just be sure to pace yourself from here on out,”

   You made a show of cocking your head to the side and letting a smile sprawl onto your face as you studied him. 

   “What?” he questioned, a curious lift in his brow.

   You shook your head gently and kept your gaze on him over the brim of your glass, “You’re just . . . not what I was expecting,”

   “And what were you expecting?” 

   Don’t forget to bat your eyelashes. “Worse,”

   “Sorry to disappoint,” he jeered, his attention once again cast throughout the room before centering back on you.

   You followed his action but quickly came to the conclusion that moving any pace faster than a sloth was going to make you nauseous and you could barely keep a thought together. Your stomach began to rise in your chest and the fear seized your throat shut. Why couldn’t you hold onto a thought for longer than a second? It was like you were aware of your lack of consciousness but could do nothing about it because any thought or bout of panic phased through just as soon as it arrived.

   “What are you so tense for, Rumlow? You know you’re not currently on the clock, right?” You teased, your head leaning on your shoulder as you spoke.

   He brought his drink up to his lips and finished it off in three gulps, “I’m not tense. It’s just hard to turn it off sometimes,”

   You nodded slowly and pushed your drink towards him, “Relax. You know everyone here,”

   He shook his head and placed your drink back in front of you before asking for another beer.

   “And two shots!” You shouted to the bartender, throwing two of your fingers high up and instantly regretting how fast you’d done it.

   “Are you trying to get me drunk?” He asked you, a side smirk beginning to form.

   You placed your finger over your lips and hushed, “Shh, I won’t tell if you don’t.” You dragged your lower lip down and his eyes fixated to commit the scene to memory. “Besides, I always feel dumb if I’m the only one drunk,”

   He motioned to the rest of the party, “Believe me, Sugar, you’re not the only one enjoying yourself,”

   “But are you?” 

   “Am I what?” 

   “Enjoying yourself?” 

   Your skin crawled when he placed his rough hand on your barren thigh, “Absolutely,”

   Don’t forget what you’re here for. Don’t let the objective slip. Gods, how the fuck were you supposed to retain anything when you were so sleepy? And why was it so warm?

   “Hot,” you mumbled, fishing around in your glass for an ice cube to rub on your face.

   “Thank you,”

   You threw your head back in laughter and nearly earned yourself an up-close and personal view of the floor had Rumlow not wrapped an arm around your waist and held you steady. Once he was certain you weren’t going to toss yourself onto the ground, he parted your legs and stood between them to keep you rooted to your seat.

   All the movement had you spinning and you white-knuckled Rumlow’s cotton shirt to keep yourself grounded to something, anything. Red warning lights were firing up in your chest and you tensed with the way your body buckled to the panic coursing through you. Your heart pounded in your ears and danced across your skin, lighting it on fire and making the room too stuffy to bear. Please, no. Not now. Focus. Snap out of it. Come back, stay back. Your breathing hitched and you looked down at the sensation crawling its way up higher on your thigh. Too hot. Everything was too hot, if you didn’t get out of this now you would never-

   “Vision!” You cheered, happy to see your friend.

   The presence on your thigh recoiled slightly.

   “I’m taking Wanda to her room, seems she’s had a bit too much to drink,” Vision informed and you’d only just then noticed the body in his hold.

   “Wanda!” You smiled, admiring her peaceful features as she slept in his arms. You poked at her cheek then jerked your gaze back up to Vision. “What? Wanda doesn’t drink,”

   She’s not acting, Sam’s voice erupted in your ear and you flinched at the sound. 

   Vision’s eyes went from you to Rumlow then back to you slowly, “Y/N . . . are you okay?”

   You beamed at him and slowly brought up your thumb. “Good,” you responded.

   You followed Vision’s gaze back up to Rumlow and smiled at the agent beside you. You guess he’s kind of cute. In a strange, unsettling way.

   “She’s had a lot to drink, so we’re just trying to slow down the pace. Aren’t we, Y/N?” Rumlow looked down at you.

   You nodded fervently, “Yup!” 

   Vision hesitated but knew he didn’t pose much of a threat with Wanda in his arms unconscious, so he quirked a smile and walked towards the hall.

   Someone get to Y/N, something’s not right, Vision ordered and you lifted your head up to find him. You could have sworn he just left.

   “Here.” Rumlow handed you a glass, “Drink this, it’ll cool you down,” 

   You stared at the glass in his hold and looked up at him, “You drink it first,” you slurred, holding your finger up at him.

   He cocked his head to the side but took a swig of the drink and you watched it go down his throat. You shrugged and grabbed at it.

   Do not drink that, Nat ordered from somewhere and you looked around in wonder at who she was yelling to.

   Bucky, Sit down! Steve growled.

   Like hell, responded a voice you knew all too well.

   Your smile grew and you looked through the crowd, “Bucky!” You feverishly called, completely expecting to see him before you. Rumlow’s head lifted instantly, his eyes scouring the area.

   “I’ve got this, Pretty Boy,” Tony hastily spoke, “How ya doin’, Hot Stuff?” He interrogated and you reeled at the tone.

   “Quite well, thank you,” you responded tenaciously and attempted to take a swig of the drink in your grasp.

   Tony’s hand shot out and covered the top, slamming the cup back down on the counter and effectively getting the drink all over your dress.

   “What the fuck?” You tried to shout but the words came out heavy and required too much energy to speak.

   “You’ve had enough for tonight,”

   “It’s just water,” Rumlow defended but Tony paid him no mind.

   Your jaw dropped open and you glared at the older man. Who the hell did he think he was? Tony’s stare burned through your skull and despite your irritation, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so pissed.

   “Are you mad at me?” You drawled, lulling your head to the side.

   “No,” he responded curtly. 

   “Am I being too loud or something?” You pushed. You couldn’t imagine you were any louder than any other drunken bastard at this party.

   “No,”

   Get her out of there or I swear to God I will, his voice hissed into your ear.

   Your eyebrows rose slightly in excitement, “Mmm, Bucky,” you smiled and Tony nodded.

   “’Mmm, Bucky’ is right. Wanna go see him?” Tony offered, sticking out his hand for you to take.

   You fell forward into Rumlow’s chest but shook your head furiously none the less, “For what? So he can tell me I’m horrendous at my-”

   Oh shit. Your job. The job.

   If only your body didn’t feel so heavy and your mind so light.

   You pushed off Rumlow’s chest and glared at Tony, “I can handle myself,” you insisted, a new sort of sober tone making its way through that caused him to do a once-over. “I know what I’m doing,”

   “How many drinks have you had?” Tony challenged and you fell silent.

   Then you felt a tap, and another and a few more.

   “Six,” You said, hoping you’d counted right.

   Tony, don’t you even fucking consider it, Bucky threatened.

   “You could at least change, recuperate and then come back,” Tony offered and you sighed a breath of relief before nodding.

   “Deal,” you agreed, “I’m hot anyway,”

   Tony gave you one last glance before turning around and blending into the crowd on the other end of the room.

   You looked up to Rumlow who’s gaze was still locked on the sea of people, “Don’t you wish you’d taken that shot now?” you tried to jeer, every last word bringing you deeper and deeper.

   “Are they always that intense?” He questioned, not turning his attention to you.

   “They can be over-bearing,” you admitted, hand grabbing the water from earlier and pressing it up against your forehead, “They consider me the baby so they’re always criticizing and suffocating until I just wished they’d disappear.” You took a gulp, “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the family and I like that I have a cause but . . . they don’t let me do anything. It’s exhausting,”

   You let out a long breath and smeared the condensation from the glass onto your chest. Rumlow studied you then, not just your body but your reaction. He was watching how you dropped your shoulders at the confession and how you faced your back to them to block them out. 

   You plastered your torso on the countertop and tried to slow your heartrate down. You couldn’t be the only one here unfathomably hot.

   “Why is it so fucking hot?” You questioned, fanning yourself weakly.

   “There are a lot of people around,” Rumlow offered, “how about we go somewhere else? Tony did say you had to change,”

   You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes and meekly groaned in compliance. “Fine,”

   You lifted yourself away from the counter and gently placed your feet on the floor. You’d touched the ground faster than anticipated. Had the ground always been so close?

   “Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Rumlow threw an arm around your waist and helped you trudge towards the elevator.

   Where the hell are you going? Bucky yelled and the sound of shuffling could be heard from his end.

   We can’t let you leave with Rumlow, Y/N. We’re not even sure you’re acting anymore, Sam stated.

   Rumlow pressed the button when you couldn’t muster the strength to do it yourself. The level that your room was on lit up and the doors began closing. You thought you saw Rumlow wave at someone but the mock smile on his face didn’t make it seem like a warm good-bye.

   Your legs had all but given out by the time the elevator reached your shared floor. 

   “Heavy,” you muttered, letting Rumlow carry your weight fully.

   “I know, Sugar. We’re almost there,” he soothed and you conceded to the fatigue wearing you down.

   Your head hung low and your arm dangled uselessly at your side. The familiar sound of your door sliding open caught your attention but you did nothing. You couldn’t. 

   “How . . . know . . . my room?” You questioned, each word causing you to pull from an empty well of energy.

   “I’ve been here before.” Rumlow tossed you onto the bed and sprawled you out.

   “Oh. Ok.” You tried to turn on to your side but strong hands gripped down onto your ankles.

   Rumlow sighed and slipped the heels off your feet, examining the pair like he wanted to wear them. You extended your feet until you felt every muscle in your leg stretch to its capacity and let out a groan of pleasure at the release. Those shoes hurt so bad.

   “You seem . . . intelligent, Y/N.” Rumlow dropped your shoes onto the floor and slithered to the side of your bed, standing beside it with his hands tucked into his pockets.

   A bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, “Hot . . .” you croaked and he nodded.

   “You’re right. It is getting kind of hot.” He brought a hand up to his neck and ripped off the tie hanging around it.

   Get the fuck out of my way, a growl erupted in your ear.

   We’re going with you, Buck, Steve responded before knocking something over.

   “So, what I have a hard time understanding is. . . why you’re here?” 

   You groaned a weak ‘huh’ but even that didn’t sound right.

   “You’re good at what you do, you finish every mission successfully and yet you’re underappreciated.” He took a seat at the foot of your bed and placed one of your legs into his lap, “Why do you allow them to treat you like that? We wouldn’t,”

   The shuffling in your earpiece halted.

   “We?” 

   He began to massage your calf and brought your knee up to his lips, peppering light kisses on it. “We could use someone with your skillset, babe. We’d take real good care of you,”

   The shuffling started again.

   Rumlow had made his way onto your thigh at this point and you let out an involuntary moan when he skimmed over a delicate part on your inner knee.

   “Ya like that?” he questioned but didn’t wait for a response. He brought a hand up to his temple and grabbed the earpiece. You figured he just hadn’t taken it out from his earlier shift but when he pulled it apart, you understood why he always kept it on him.

   “Flash . . . drive earpiece?” Your weak tone tilted a little. “W-why tell . . .”

   “I figured I’d give you the option to leave since you seem so . . . suffocated. If you said yes tonight then I would remind you tomorrow. If you didn’t,” he chuckled, “well, you wouldn’t remember anyway.” His hands trailed to your mid-thigh and you squeaked. “I’m impressed though, I’ve never given anyone else as much as I’ve given you tonight. The drug usually works so quickly on others, but not you. It’s kind of hot, actually,”

   Sick fuck, Natasha growled through a ragged breath.

   The world around you was slow or maybe it was you that was slow? You couldn’t tell, honestly. But when Rumlow moved as if he could predict your actions before you could make them, you wondered whether you were moving at all.

   “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” Rumlow sighed.

   You shook your head, or thought you did but despite the way your body was live-wired, it remained still against all desire. 

   Fight. Move. 

   You managed to push your legs shut but his hand slithered between and spread them open similar to opening a door, but this required much less force.

   “Kill,” You threatened and the sinister smile that crawled its way onto Rumlow’s face was vile enough to sink your heart into your stomach.

   “Kill is fucking right.” Someone snarled and your door was ripped from its hinges.

   Rumlow’s hand jerked away from your body and Bucky seized his open palm, intertwining their fingers and pushing Rumlow’s so far back that they touched the back of his own hand. The cracks were sickening onto themselves but had you not been so weak you would’ve turned from the sight altogether. You really couldn’t fathom how his fingers were still attached at all.

   “Lay another hand on her and you won’t be able to use it again.” Bucky spit.

   Despite Rumlow’s pain, the sinister smile remained sprawled on his face, “You should’ve heard the noises she made,”

   Bucky’s grip tightened and the bones in his palm broke next, “I did,”

   Natasha flew in right behind Barnes but completely dismissed the two and headed straight for you with a needle in hand. Your eyes shifted from the needle to Nat’s face and back again until she stabbed it into your upper arm. Ouch. 

   “Wha-”

   “Shh,” Natasha hastily hushed, “Keep your strength, you should be back to normal soon,”

   Steve came behind Nat and scooped you up to lead you out of the havoc going on in the room. Nat turned her focus to Bucky and reached over to grab the earpiece from Rumlow. Who knows if his nose will ever heal back normally. You held one finger in the air as Steve stepped over the splintered door.

   “Goddamit, Y/N,” Steve huffed, jogging towards the elevator and pressing the floor that led to the infirmary.

   “We won,” you croaked out, a small smile on your face and Steve shook his head.

   “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” 

   Steve looked you up and down for bruises but couldn’t find any and you promised you weren’t lying to him when you told him Rumlow did not get very far in his ‘advances’ at all. You had to swear the mid-thigh was the worst that it came to. 

   Bruce was the one that took a few blood samples and made sure everything was reversing back to normal. Apparently, as soon as Rumlow took you to the bar Tony handed Banner the shot glass that Rumlow gave you and Banner ran analysis on it. The cure was pretty easy to find.

   After being given strict orders to lie down for the next hour or so, it had been decided that Rumlow was to be turned in considering all the evidence required to make the arrest was in the flashdrive and everyone was to gather together for a ‘family night’. Whatever the hell that meant.

   You were in the middle of debating which movie to pick with Steve when the infirmary doors flew open.

   “Where is she?” Bucky nearly shouted upon seeing Bruce.

   “That’s my cue.” Steve stood up just as Bucky rounded the corner, “If you need anything me and Banner will be right over there,”

   You smiled and thanked him then turned your attention to the super-soldier who just arrived at the foot of your bed.

   He didn’t say anything for a while, just looked at you. No, not really. Not at you but through you. A few painstakingly slow seconds went by that way.

   “You owe me a new door,” you joked, a half-smile on your face.

   “Are you okay?” He asked, finally registering your presence.

   You nodded slowly, “I am,”

   Then a few more seconds.

   Bucky turned his gaze down to his hands, both of them barren and on display for the world to see, before shifting his weight between either foot, “Did he- did he touch you?”

   “Not really. Just really liked my legs for some reason,” your attempt at another quip didn’t reach Bucky. He stared back up at you waiting for an answer, an honest one. You sighed, “The damage is more mental,” you admitted, now you were the one not able to look up, “I didn’t like being in this altered state of mind. It’s invasive and . . . scary. He could’ve done things, much worse things but it never got that far or that bad. It was more realizing that I wasn’t completely conscious or present and having that state of mind be taken advantage of, that mostly frightened me. Ya know?”

   “More than anyone,” he answered immediately.

   You looked back up towards him, finally making eye contact, “But I’m fine now, really. Just a little spooked. Steve wants to do a movie night tonight and I would actually prefer that over being alone.” Your eyes fixated on the way his hands clenched and unclenched on the bar by your feet, “If I’m alone then I’ll get stuck in my head about it. Besides, I consider this a hard victory with a few bumps in the road,” 

   He chuckled, lulling his head a bit, “You’re too stubborn for your own good,”

   You shrugged, “Maybe. How’s Rumlow?”

   Bucky hissed and moved over to the side of the bed where he took a seat, “He’s unconscious. And has a hand that he’ll never be able to use again. But other than that, he’s fine,”

   You chuckled and Bucky watched how the laugh met your eyes. He liked that look on you. It was one of his favorites.

   “Why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned once it fell silent between you two again.

   “You called me Bucky earlier,” he remembered.

   You scoffed, “I call you Bucky all the time,”

   “Not to my face,”

   “Not to your face,” you agreed, a teasing smile dancing on your lips and Bucky had one that mirrored yours. 

   “It was nice. Hearing it, I mean,” he admitted and a wave of warmth made its way to your face.

   “I see your hands are exposed,”

   He looked down as though he weren’t aware that he’d taken off his own gloves, “These bad boys? A friend of mine reminded me that I’m not my past. I’m my present. Why hide my growth?”

   You twiddled your thumbs together, “She sounds smart,”

   Now he scoffed, “Oh, it wasn’t a girl, it was some old buddy of mine.” He quirked up a brow, “Unless the person being a girl would make you jealous because in that case it was most definitely a girl,”

   You fought against the natural tug at the corners of your mouth, “Is she at least pretty?”

   “Stunning,” 

   “Smart?”

   “Genius,”

   “Good at her job?”

   “Amongst the best,”

   “Then consider me jealous, Barnes,”

   Bucky chuckled and you watched how the laugh met his eyes. You liked that look on him. It was one of your favorites.

[butwhyduh]

Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

——————————

“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

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Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

——————————

Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

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Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

[emmys-writing]

Ballerina

Pairing- Hotchner x Reid

Warnings- bottom spencer, explicit content, dom hotch, sir kink, small cock spencer, this is unedited, hotch is kind of a dick but not really, short spencer, ballerina spence, jack is in ballet <3, degradation

When the class of 6 year olds finally was rounded up and cleared out of the studio by stressed and exhausted parents, Spencer sighed in relief. The last kid was picked up 20 minutes late and of course it was inconvenient but Spencer loved these kids. They always had bright happy smiles on their faces and cute clumsy wobbles as they tried to balance on the bar the way Spencer did. Spencer smiled softly and hummed to himself, grabbing the loose pieces of garbage that occasionally littered the floor. It wasn’t until he heard a throat being cleared that he jumped with a small yelp and looked towards the door where the noise came from. 

Aaron Hotchner, Jack's father who rarely showed up to their rehearsals, stood there with his arms crossed and his normal stern facial expression on. As much as Spencer wanted to remain professional, he couldn’t help but notice how handsome the older gentleman was. He wore a gray suit that although slightly unfitted, still fit the broad and muscled shoulders and Spencer hated to admit it but this man was definitely a weakness of his. He was arrogant at times and not one for joking around, if he did show up he didn’t stay to chat either. He just grabbed Jack and left. 

“Sorry Mr. Hotchner, I didn't see you there!” Spencer blushed and connected his own hands behind his back in a shy manner. Aaron just nodded. 

“I’m here to pick up jack” Straight to the point. 

“O-Oh… Jessica actually already picked him up. I’m sorry sir, i would’ve phoned you if i knew you planned on picking him up” He explained, walking closer and flashing an apologetic smile. Normally if this was any other parent he would roll his eyes at the bad planning but Mr Hotchner was different. Spencer saw this as an opportunity to get to know the man who he’s been ogling for more than a year. 

“You look tired, do you want to stay for a coffee? I already have some brewing and I have lots of sugar and cream” The younger one offered. Aaron surprisingly took him up on that offer as well. 

It had been a long case and he just got off the jet, coming straight to the ballet studio afterwards. So what if he found his son's instructor a bit attractive? coffee wouldn’t be so bad, he thought. It’s not like he would end up bending him over and- no. He mentally smacked himself for being so perverted towards the man in front of him. He was small, maybe 5’6 or 5’7 at most, had a slender frame as well as the most adorable smile and soft looking hair that he would love to reach out and touch. Aaron took a step towards the stack of plastic chairs and took one, placing it down on the ground. He took a seat while Spencer made his way towards the coffee pot. 

“I take it black” Hotch told him and watched the ballerina as he smiled at him and poured the bitter liquid in the plain white mug. Hotch took the opportunity to admire the young body when Spencer was turned around. Hotch knew it was wrong, the boy was just so sexy without even trying. The thin black tights hugged his thighs just right and the little skirt he wore flared out around his small waist, accentuating the round of his ass. Hotch felt the front of his pants tightening, his chest tightened and he felt himself getting warm. Spencer turned back around forcing hotch to immediately struggle to tear his eyes away. Spencer noticed though. He saw the lustful glances and tent in his pants, it gave him an amazing opportunity. After Spencer handed Aaron the cup he looked up at him with the same lust filled eyes. 

“Do you mind if I work on some of my stretches?” Spencer asked while internally smirking. 

“No, go ahead” He took a slow sip from the cup and leaned back in the small, plastic chair. 

Spencer went to the bar and lifted his leg up, he did it a few more times before huffing and looking over at the other presence in the room. 

“I need a little bit of help, could you?” He blushed and looked down at his ballet shoes. Hotch couldn’t say no, he knew that Spencer would feel the bulge but he was hoping to play it off as just having a big dick, which technically wasn't a lie either. Aaron got up from the small plastic chair and stood behind Spencer, he lightly placed his hands on the younger man's bony hips and bit his lip gently. Spencer was perfect in every way. Spencer lifted his leg up once more but not without pushing his behind against Hotch's groin. Hotch struggled to keep in a groan but successfully was able to, this didn't stop the other man though. He continued to push up against him and made small groaning noises as he stretched despite not actually needing to make noise. The thing that finally broke hotch was when Spencer bent over and the thin tights truly lived up to their name. The tights were slightly see through in the lighting and position he was in, this caused hotch to groan and place a hand over his crotch through his dress pants, cupping it lightly in hopes he could conceal it even just a little bit. He couldn't. Spencer turned around at the noise and smiled cheekily. 

“Something wrong Mr. Hotchner?” Spencer leaned against the wall and looked up at him. 

“Nope, just keep doing what you were doing”

“Oh really? Because I think that I...” He trailed off while reaching out and placing his hand over Hotchs, feeling his erection go slightly stiffer at the contact. “...Am making you hard”

Hotch didn't know how to respond to that but he kept his straight and tall, intimidating posture to make sure Spencer knew he had no control over him. 

“Am I making you hard sir?” Spencer asked innocently and looked up with big brown eyes. That was all it took for Hotch to grab Spencer's waist and push him into the wall further. Spencer giggled and tangled his fingers in the taller man's hair.

“You're such a little slut you know that?” Hotch chuckled darkly as Spencer nodded in response. Something in the older man's demeanor changed and he was no longer the stern father who made minimal small talk. He was now the Sexy, dominating, strong man who had his son's ballet teacher pressed against the studio wall and degrading him. They both loved it. 

“Answer me” Hotch said harshly and used one hand to grab hold of Spencer's jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Y-Yes sir, i'm a little slut” He whimpered.

“Good girl” He smirked and Spencer swore that he melted at the nickname. Hotch looked down between their bodies and furrowed his brows, Spencer didn't have a visible erection and it confused him slightly. Surely if he wanted this he would be hard, and especially noticeable if he's in tights? 

“Spencer, are you sure you want this?” He asked, concerned. 

“I- yes why?” Spencer looked up at him confused.

“Well- I erm… You are not visibly hard so I wanna make sure you don't feel pressured.” Spencer blushed furiously in embarrassment and gulped.

“I'm just on the smaller side…” He whispered but it was loud enough for Hotch to catch. He groaned softly and reached down to Spencer's hips, flipping him to face towards the mirrored walls.

“Is that so baby?”

“Yes sir…” Spencer surprised himself when he felt his face get warmer than before because he was pretty sure it was almost impossible. Hotch placed his hand under Spencer's chin, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. It was embarrassing how easily he fell apart. Aaron kissed and sucked and nipped at Spencer's pale neck, leaving behind dark marks that would definitely be difficult to cover up before his next class. Aaron brought his hands down to Spencer's ass and grabbed the thin fabric of tights and underwear before ripping a hole in the back of it, the tights were easily ripped up the front as well though leaving the man's small, pretty pink cock and hole on display for the other man. 

“Oh, so cute and small, darling. Like a little clit” Spencer whined and leaned forward to place his forehead on the mirror but quickly corrected by Aaron who laid a harsh and loud, echoing slap to his bare behind. 

“Don't hide, I want to have you watch me make you fall apart. I'm going to break you into nothing but a whimpering and whiny mess” Spencer just nodded, he was at a loss for words and had no idea how to reply. Hotch brought one hand to Spencer's mouth, Spencer gladly took the long and thick fingers into his mouth, sucking for a good amount of time before pulling off and looking into Hotch's eyes through the mirror. 

“I-I have a small bottle of lube in my bag” He didn't have any shame at this point, all he wanted was to have Aarons cock filling his ass. Aaron went to the side and looked through the dance bag, smirking at the spare pair of clothes and thongs to reduce the panty lines when wearing tights. It wasn't long before he found the bottle and quickly went back to Spencer who eagerly pushed his ass out. 

“Patience, you may be a slut but you can wait” he chastised and chuckled darkly before spitting on his hole before placing a generous amount of lube. Hotch added two fingers immediately and Spencer cried out at the burn he felt, it was a good burn though… It became a mix of pain and pleasure so it wasnt long before Spencer began fucking himself onto the older mans fingers. Soon enough he had four fingers fucking into him but it didnt last long because Hotch pulled them out and placed the tip of his cock at his entrance.

“Beg.”

“Sir please!” He cried, tears almost forming in his eyes from desperation. Hotch seemed to take pity on poor Spencer luckily. The tip of Hotch's cock was pushed into the desperate and greedy hole before slowly sinking in more until he bottomed out. 

“Such a good hole for me aren't you? My little slut, little cockslut…” Hotch groaned and gripped Spencer's hips tightly. 

“Yes sir, i'm your little cockslut!” He whimpered and threw his head back. A few slow thrusts were made, slowly building up in pace and roughness until Spencer was a whimpering and moaning mess beneath the older gentleman. Hotch reached forward and grabbed ahold of Spencer's little cocklet, rubbing at the tip and watching Spencer's facial reactions through the mirror.

“S-Sir im gonna-”

“No.” He whined and looked up at Hotch, clawing at the bar in front of him.

“Such a cute little cocklet huh? Do you like it when I rub it like a clit?” 

“Yes sir, p-please i-i need to”

“Shh.. it's okay. Just a little bit longer okay? Hold on for me” 

Another few minutes go by of Hotch jack hammering into Spencer before he looks into Spencer's eyes through the mirror and he gives him verbal confirmation to cum. 

“Cum with me” is all it took for Spencer to let go and cum all over the mirror, clenching his hole around the hard cock inside of him to milk him as well. He felt hotch's cum fill him up to the brim and when he pulled out, the bit of remaining cum spilled out of him and down his thighs. 

When both of them catch their breaths and steady themselves, Hotch grabs a thong from Spencer's bag and cleans up the cum falling down his thighs but leaves the cum inside of him. 

“I’ll see you next class” Hotch smirked and slapped Spencer's ass before grabbing his cup of coffee, downing the rest of it and walking out the door. 

[221bshrlocked]

taste you on my tongue

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 9441 (I can’t fucking write anything shorter I’m sorry)

Warnings: Angst and Smut. Helmet is on and then it’s off. Oral (male receiving). Soft then rough sex. Breeding kink. Touch kink. Hand kink? Dirty/Sweet Talk. Mando feels primal when he sees you wearing his shirt and flirting with someone that isn’t him.

Summary: The Revenant was a fairly spacious gunship compared to others and you prided yourself in keeping it running for this long, especially after you were told it would soon lose its “life force.” But when a certain Mandalorian and his foundling join your ship following a disastrous mission, you find that the Revenant isn’t as big as you initially thought. In fact, it is much less private than you wish to admit and you find yourself escaping to a cantina one night to avoid the bounty hunter who isn’t aware of the effect he has on you. The problem is, the Mandalorian doesn’t like to share anything with anyone, and that rule applies to you. Unfortunately (or perhaps luckily) for you, you learn about this rule the hard way.

A/N: I hope yall like these because I’m currently spiraling down a Din Djarin hole and I’m not remotely apologetic. Let me know how it is in the comments and how I can make the smut better or the characterization better. Please, I can’t improve unless yall tell me what I’m doing wrong. Also, I promise to write more smut than angst next time. Enjoy :) And @purple-mango​ sorry it wasn’t as rough as you probably hoped, I was feeling soft Din but mark my words, the next one will be rough.

The obnoxious laughter coming from one of the corners of the cantina made you shake your head as the tavern-keeper approached you and motioned towards your glass. He smiled when you enthusiastically nodded and held out the finished drink, silently asking him to pour some more of the Tevraki whiskey because there was nothing you wanted more than to forget the past few months.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was something, or rather someone, that you wanted more than your need to set aside what’s been going on since that shitshow of a showdown on Tatooine. Coincidentally, or perhaps ironically, that someone had to do with what happened on the desert planet. You smiled at the man in front of you who knew better than to argue about how many drinks you’ve downed thus far. 

As the thoughts slithered back to the source of your frustration, you couldn’t help but let your eyes take in your surroundings, shamelessly hoping to find someone who could fill that deep-seated need seeping through your chest and into your heart. No one would compare to him of course, and you knew that very well. But you couldn’t stand another hour on that ship without scratching that itch that’s been bothering you ever since he joined your ship with that annoyingly cute green goblin. You took a sip and returned your attention to the man wiping down the counter in front of you, already thinking of just skipping all the pleasantries and going back to his place.

“If you point him out to me, I can pay him a visit later and roughen him up a bit.” He leaned over and pointed behind you, pouring himself a shot of some weird blue drink before moving in closer to you again.

“Sorry?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he was referring to or if you had even begun a conversation with him.

“The sleemo that rejected you sweetheart. Why else would you be drowning in my best stuff?” He winked at you and you barely managed to not visibly gag at the ways his eyes raked over your form. Did he think this was the way to flirt?

“Maybe I just love drinking liquid fire, sweetheart. Have you thought of that?” You hoped you weren’t being too sarcastic with him because if there was the slightest chance of getting laid tonight, then you were going to do everything in your power to take it and run considering how there was no chance of you asking your now-permanent “roommate” for those kinds of services. 

“Maybe. Either way, I’d love to help you forget about that sucker.” You took a deep breath and willed yourself to not punch him in the eye because the thought of being able to forget about the beskar-clad bounty hunter, even for a few hours only, sounded incredibly pleasant.

“Oh aren’t you sweet? So selfless and confident too.” You forced a smile before downing the rest of the whiskey and tapping on the glass again. If you were going to get fucked by someone like him, you needed at least three more drinks or else you wouldn’t be able to imagine the Mandalorian in his place. You chuckled at the depressing thought because here you were trying to forget about the man himself and yet went out of your way to make sure you were sort of able to pretend he was the one showing you the stars. 

“Believe me darling, my intentions are strictly...honorable.” He poured you another drink and took a shot with you, his eyes widening in shock when you didn’t bother to wait another second before downing the whole glass in one go. 

“Damn baby, he hurt you that bad?” You raised an eyebrow at his inquiry and didn’t know why the question bothered you so much. As much as you hated to admit it, the answer was a hard yes. 

“Hah, hurt doesn’t even begin to cover it. And you know what the worst part is? He doesn’t even know he’s doing it.” You didn’t bother to ask him for another drink, jumping on top of the counter before leaning down and grabbing the whiskey bottle from the shelf right in front of his knees. 

“You mean he’s still here?” He didn’t question your behavior, letting you take a long sip from the bottle before smiling down at your dazed expression. 

“Here. There. Everywhere. He’s fucking everywhere all the damn time. I...he’s- maker...I can’t get him out of my kriffing mind. And the funny thing is, he probably doesn’t waste a second of thought on me. I’m just...someone with a fucking ride that can get him from one planet to the next.” You traced random patterns on the cold tile of the counter and didn’t realize that someone had occupied the seat just opposite of you and trying his hardest to ignore the way the patrons across the room continued to stare at you like you were a piece of meat. 

“Darling, he isn’t worth your time. You need someone that...appreciates you. Tells you how good you’ve been.” You knew the man in front of you was just saying those lovely things to get in your pants but you couldn’t help the next few words from stopping even if you tried.

“Yes...gods, yes. Yes I do. But I wanted him to appreciate me. I wanted him to tell me how good I’ve been. I can’t blame him for not bothering to thank me though because it’s hard for him to hold a conversation longer than five minutes. I get that, he’s not used to it, he hasn’t needed to for so long. But it wouldn't hurt to acknowledge me every once in a while you know. I mean, do you know anyone else who’d willingly put their entire life on hold just to help some random introvert and his child find their way through this kriffing shithole of a system?” You knew you shouldn’t be saying any of those things out loud, let alone to a complete stranger. But he struck a nerve and you couldn’t take not another minute of not telling anyone how you truly felt. You needed to get some things off your chest and you sure as hell weren’t about to complain to the man waiting for you back on the ship.  

“And- and do you know anyone that would readily give up their most valuable position in this world to a stranger they just met? I don’t.” You violently shook your head at him and felt your eyes fill with tears when you saw the way the man was looking at you. His eyes shot down to the bottle in your hand and you unceremoniously raised it to your lips before taking a long swig of the burning liquid, hoping by some miracle that this was enough to make you forget all about his stupid strut and his annoyingly low and gruff voice and the way he was so effortlessly kind to the kid.

“That ship. It’s- oh gah, it’s been with me through the worst fucking jobs. I fought for it, almost sold my kriffing bo-...almost sold something priceless to ensure it isn’t taken from me again. And it only takes some damn beskar-wearing, quiet, fucking who-knows-what-species nerfherder to save me once for me to voluntarily hand it over to him. Like it wasn’t a piece of me...like it wasn’t my home.” You were over sharing at this point and you noticed the way the man was beginning to lose interest in you  so you made sure to grab his shirt and pull him closer to you before grabbing his forearm and digging your nails into it to keep his attention.

“Have you heard of the Revenant? You must have heard of the Revenant. There is no way you haven’t-”

“Yes, yes. I’ve heard of it.” He was exasperated but continued to attend to you, shamelessly letting his eyes follow a drop of whiskey roll down your shirt in between the valley of your breasts. You fixed your posture, pushing your tits together and giving him an eyeful of skin before ranting to him again.

“That’s my baby. My pride and joy. I always made sure everyone at the dock knew who it belonged to. Know why?” You grabbed his hand and pulled on it to make sure he was listening to you, laughing when he tiredly leaned down and forced himself to look away from your sweaty chest to your eyes. 

“Enlighten me sweetheart.”

“Because it’s one of the biggest gunships out there. So much space that I don’t actually use. It’s a fucking beauty...but you know what? It’s all a lie. A sad, unfortunate lie. Because it took me spending the better half of the year with that kid and his tincan of a guardian to realize just how small it is. It’s like he put his mark on every corner of my home on purpose...just to drive me insane. Every time I sit somewhere where I’m sure he wouldn’t bother to come to, I’d still smell that- that...that fucking scent of his that I can’t, for the life of me, figure out what it is.” You had thankfully placed the whiskey bottle away from you and didn’t try to fight the tavern-keeper when he took it and put it back on the shelf, instantly returning to you to make sure you weren’t about to break anything.

“I even gave him my room. My room! Because ‘no one can see my face’ so he needs some privacy away from me but then there’s the whole ‘the child stays with me all the time’ and that womp rat can sleep in the little cot in my room with him while also giving him some privacy. Which leaves me, you guessed it, in the shitty lower deck where there is no door, not even a curtain, to give me some semblance of solitude.” You didn’t realize how harshly you were breathing until you stopped speaking and noticed the way the stranger continued to look at you. 

“It has been a literal hell not being able to get myself off because he can walk in on me at any given moment. Picture that, not getting off for almost a year while being forced to remain in the same vicinity as him.” You didn’t care when you saw the man almost choke on his drink at your bold admission and looked around to make sure no one heard you. “Ughh, you’ve been such a good boy listening to me whining all night long and I think you deserve a treat.” You knew you had him as soon as he shivered at the way your fingers moved beneath his shirt and scratched his neck. “You look like the kind of guy that could fuck me within an inch of my life. Right?”

“Ah huh. Y-yeah.” He licked his lips before setting down the towel in his hands and inching closer towards you. And you silently swore at how absolutely pathetic he was because not a minute ago, he was trying to find a way out of this conversation and here he was thinking with his probably-disappointing dick. 

“Good. And I promise to make it worth your while if you manage to make me forget his name.” You leaned across the counter and were about to kiss him when you saw something move across your peripheral vision, something that looked oddly familiar to your completely hazed mind. 

“And what’s his name, baby? So I make sure you can’t rememb-” Before he could finish whatever he was about to say, you felt a large hand wrap around your upper arm and pull you back from the bartender and off of the stool. You almost tripped as you struggled to stand and huffed in anger before raising your voice to the distinguished individual who thought this was the time to fuck with you. 

“Hey what are y-” You were about to take a swing at whoever it was currently bruising your arm when you followed the glint of the familiar metal and were met with your reflection staring right back at you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you blinked in confusion a few times at the visor currently tilted in an almost judgemental manner at you before attempting to wipe your hair with your other hand.

The Mandalorian slowly changed his focus to the man behind the bar and threw a few credits at him, hands immediately lowering to the blaster in his side holster when he saw where the tavern-keeper’s eyes moved towards. The stranger could only hold up his hand in defeat before walking towards the other side of the bar to lick his invisible wounds. The Mandalorian’s helmet turned to the rest of the cantina, daring anyone to approach the two of you before you left. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to follow the two of you as you returned to the Revenant. He could feel his patience withering away with every passing moment you decided to share what’s on your mind with the rest of the universe but him. 

“Let me go.” You whispered to him, eyes maintained to the ground and cringing when you felt his hold on your arm tighten at the request. Before you could ask him again, Mando was turning around and walking out of the busy cantina, pulling you along with him aggressively and not leaving any room for negotiation. You winced as he pulled you like a child through the streets, avoiding the concerned and intrigued looks you were receiving. He was much taller than you and you laughed when you realized it must have been a sight to see some random woman getting dragged along by an angry bounty hunter. Mando couldn’t help but turn towards you when he heard your giggles break the silence, his annoyance spiking because there was absolutely nothing humorous about this situation. 

You noticed the way he was staring at you and decided to quiet down, swallowing the lump in your throat as the cold air hit your sweaty skin and made you shiver. 

As you moved closer to the ship, you realized there was a chance he heard what you had to say about him and your ship. Hurt and anxiety rose up your throat and before you could attempt and control the all too familiar feeling, you were tripping over your feet and falling to the ground, instantly vomiting everything you’d managed to eat and drink in the last couple of hours. 

The Mandalorian hoped his obviously misplaced outrage wasn’t what led you to such a violent reaction, and he kneeled down immediately to hold your hair away from your face. When he saw tears falling down your cheeks and how hard you were breathing beneath him, something snapped in his chest and he knew he was definitely the reason behind this severe response. 

“Don’t- oh gah….kriffing look at me.” You spat in between words and turned away from him, holding onto your stomach and to the grass beneath you as you continued to empty your stomach in the middle of the forest. At least you weren’t in the city anymore. 

“We’re close to the ship,” he didn’t know what else to say and chose to state the obvious instead, afraid of using a harsher tone with you. Actually, he did know what to say, he just didn’t trust himself to speak the words out loud yet.

“Wopty fucking doo for-” once again, you opened your mouth and dry heaved until you were sure there wasn’t a single drop of whiskey in your system, “you and your stupid kriffing-” 

“Please Ad'ika, let me-” You visibly shook at the familiar endearment you’ve heard him whisper to the child so often when he thought you weren’t around. It hurt to know he was throwing it around as if he wasn’t twisting the knife inside your heart with every breath he took near you. 

“Let m-me go, p-please.” Mando’s sudden intake of breath was as loud as the silence engulfing the two of you and you swallowed your pride before looking into his visor, well aware of how awful you must have looked without the reflection staring back at you. He, on the other hand, grasped in that moment just how deep your words in the cantina were and instead of listening to you and allowing you a moment alone, he took a deep breath before softly pushing back your hair and wrapping one arm around your waist. You didn’t have any time to question him as the other went beneath your thighs and before you knew it, you were holding onto his cowl for dear life as he quietly walked up the ramp of the Revenant with you in his arms. 

Mando pushed in the code to shut the hatch before making his way through the quiet halls of the ship, reaching hi- your room and going straight to the bed he has occupied in the last few months. As he put you down, he took notice of your body language and knew instantly how self-conscious you must have felt laying on the bed he’s been using since he joined you. The same bed which you sort of commented about not an hour ago. He watched as you forced a smile as soon as you saw the familiar green little womp rat peeking its head right before descending from the safety of his crib and wobbling towards you. 

You tried to leave the bed but Mando was ahead of you, gently pushing your shoulder until you realized there was no room for arguing with him. Leaning down, he took the kid and put him back in the crib before telling him he couldn’t cuddle with you tonight. 

You kept your hands clasped together and refused to look at him, eyes taking in the room no longer familiar to you. He’d moved things around, even put things away that he didn’t need. Your gaze shifted towards him unintentionally as you saw him approach you with a cup of water and wet towel. Pushing the covers towards you, he sat near your thighs as he handed you the water and began to softly wipe at your cheeks and forehead. 

You shut your eyes out of fear of giving more away just by staring at his visor and Mando thanked the stars you had because he wasn’t sure he could truly look at you if they were still open. It was a ridiculous thought because he was wearing a mask and you’d never know how much he loved committing all those little muscle twitches to memory. But it felt strangely intimate to return your gaze and he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable tonight. 

You sighed heavily at his touch and felt pathetic at how starved you were for anything that had to do with him. The man was wearing gloves and wasn’t technically trailing his fingers over your skin but it still felt difficult to contain yourself.

When he was done, he stood up and moved to the refresher, giving you a few moments alone before he imposed on you again. You gulped down the water and placed the cup on the floor near you, looking out of the large window to your right and noticing the dark blue skies moving slowly above you. It took you a few minutes to recognize that what you were feeling was no longer hurt but confusion. He’s acted so differently tonight and you hated to think it was because he was pitying you. It didn’t matter anymore whether he’d heard what you said about him or not. He would have found out sooner or later, and if you were being honest, you felt like he probably had some inclination for a while before but chose to not bring any attention to the topic to save you from embarrassment and rejection.

“Get some rest.” You turned towards him again, not realizing he’d come back into the room and was standing right beside you. Mando tried his hardest not to give away any of his thoughts but you knew what he was thinking as soon as you saw his helmet tilt down just below your neck. 

When you followed his line of sight, you felt ill again but for a completely different reason. Of course this would get worse. You weren’t planning on seeing him tonight and you told yourself you’d have plenty of time to change out of his shirt but it seemed that the universe was not making this any easier on you. Mando couldn’t stop staring at the shirt wrapped so loosely around your smooth skin and how large it looked on you. If he was a decent man, he would have turned away when he saw you shifting uncomfortably under his gaze but he couldn’t help taking in the way your body seemed to react to his presence and before he could think about it, he was stepping closer to the bed and reaching out to touch the material of his shirt falling down your shoulder.

“I- I’m sorry about your s-” The words died in your throat when you felt his gloved fingers trailing down your exposed clavicle and you were torn between asking him what he was doing and letting him carry on without interrupting his curiosity. Mando barely held himself back from pushing you down into the covers and taking what he now knew was his but he noticed the sudden goosebumps erupt on your skin and finally managed to meet your eyes through the visor. The way you were returning his gaze was perhaps too much for him and he flinched away from you, clearing his throat and willing himself to think of anything else but the way you were practically begging him to take you. You parted your lips to say something but couldn’t find your voice, afraid you’d push him more than he could take and drive him away all together. 

“It’s fine. It’s...I don’t mi- forget about it. You need to rest.” He spoke softly before walking towards the cot nearby and pushing the crib out of the door. 

“Wh-where will you sleep?” You sat up and knew he noticed how much you were holding onto every single interaction with him.

“Good night,” he didn’t bother to respond to the question, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind him before making his way to the cockpit. You sat in silence for a few moments before slithering under the covers, sighing in annoyance when you noticed just how much this entire room smelled like him. Pushing your face into the pillow, you took a deep breath and felt shaken to the core when you were hit with Mando’s distinctive scent: sweat, beskar, and that damn featherfern wash he somehow found every time you flew by Nevarro. 

As you looked out the metal blinds, you tried to brace yourself for the conversation you were most definitely going to have with the Mandalorian the next day. You knew for a fact that whatever decision he’d take will ultimately hurt you because there were really only two options available, one of which involved him and the child leaving and the other would lead to them staying but making things awkward since there was not a single chance he would reciprocate your feelings. 

And the worst part was, you weren’t sure which was more painful.

The Mandalorian sat quietly in the cockpit for a while, making sure you were asleep so as to not wake you up as he moved through the Revenant. Seeing that the kid was fast asleep, he found himself leaving the small space and navigating to the lower deck. He passed by your room and noticed the lights were off, sighing in relief at knowing that you were finally resting comfortably. Arriving at the lower deck, he stood at the entrance of the large room and felt his chest tighten once he took in the state of the space. Turning on the lights, he immediately noticed your makeshift cot in the far right corner, unable to stop himself from moving towards it to inspect it. He shook his head in anger but this time it was aimed at himself and not you or the random tavern keeper who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

How did he not know of this arrangement? And why did he not ask about your sleeping situation the day he joined your ship? Was he truly that unconcerned with anyone else but the kid or was it because he was reluctant to listen to Peli when she recommended you?

He’d only been in the lower deck for a few moments yet he felt his skin crawl with goosebumps. It was awfully cool down here and it took him another ten seconds to acknowledge that you’ve been living and sleeping here for this long without complaining once to him. 

Everything you said about him earlier tonight crashed into him like a wave of guilt and he couldn’t stay in the room any longer, making his way back to the upper deck to try and figure out what he would say to you come tomorrow. As he slowly moved through the dark hallways of the Revenant, he heard a faint voice coming from the upper deck, muscles tensing instantly when he walked past your room and noticed you weren’t on the bed.

Not wanting to disturb you, he waited right outside the cockpit and listened to you humming to the child. He must have woken up and found his way back to you. As he crossed his arms and stood behind the door, he couldn’t help but notice how soft your voice was as you continued to sing a lullaby to the little womp rat. 

How could he have not noticed…

“There you go, you little green goblin. If only I could sleep as quickly as you.” You whispered to him before tucking him into the crib while continuing to rub his abnormally large ears. “Your dad is really funny...thinking I’d be able to sleep in that room with his scent all over it.” 

Maker, how were you so forthright with everyone but him? It hurt to know that he wasn’t someone you could whisper your little secrets to. Then again, it made sense since all of your secrets seemed to involve him.

“I pray he doesn’t tell me he has to leave now that he knows I...ughh, for both of our sakes little one.” Mando noticed the way you seemed incapable of finishing your sentences whenever you spoke about him and a deep part of him wished you would, if only to hear the adoration in your words. Rarely anyone spoke of him so softly and he had a feeling he’d only ever accept such words from you. It was quiet for a few minutes before he heard you whisper to the kid again. 

“It just hurts to know that he’ll never see me as...as a-” He wasn’t sure if it was the heartbreaking tone of your voice or if it was the way you were reluctant to say your heart’s desire out loud but Mando couldn’t stand another second of you thinking you weren’t important to him.

“As a what?” His voice came out harsher through the vocoder and he winced at himself when he vaguely heard you jumping from the chair. A soft hiss came from the cockpit and he took a deep breath when he realized you’d just shut the crib and moved to leave the room. As you stepped out, Mando forced his eyes to remain on your face, refusing to look at your exposed legs or the way his shirt seemed to end right beneath your upper thighs.

Softly shutting the door, you walked to the opposite side of the room and knew the Mandalorian must have noticed your need to put as much space between the two of you as possible. 

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” you laughed awkwardly and anxiously ringed your fingers, glancing at his visor before turning away and looking everywhere else but him. Okay, so humor wasn’t going to get you out of this situation. 

“How’s your head?” You could feel how on edge he was and decided to answer with short and straightforward responses just to avoid any more awkwardness. 

“M-much clearer.” You stood in silence until you heard the Mandalorian pushing off of the opposite wall and heading towards you. You didn’t have anywhere to go, eyes snapping to the door right behind him and knowing there was no way you could try to walk around him.

He stopped a couple of feet away from you and you ceased to breathe when you noticed how awfully close he was to you. 

“Answer my question.” His voice was dangerously low and you found it difficult to try and think of anything to say when he was giving you no room to breathe. 

“I- I did?” Your voice was far from confident and you watched as he gently took off both of his gloves before shoving them into his pockets. Even though he willingly removed them in front of you, you didn’t allow yourself to look at his skin, afraid you’d somehow offend him and his Creed. But then you saw his hand move towards your face, and gasped when you felt his fingers tilting your chin so you were looking into his visor. There was not an inclination of an emotion available to you but you forced yourself to keep your eyes open nonetheless. 

“How do you want me to see you Mesh'la?” Mando whispered down to you and you swore his voice was hoarse as he spoke to you but you didn’t allow this moment to get to your head. It would hurt more than anything if…

“It d-doesn’t matter.” You blinked away the tears, wanting to wipe your face before anymore were shed but not finding it in yourself to move away from him. But then you felt his thumb softly rubbing at your wet skin, making you almost lose your composure as soon as he stepped closer in your space until your back hit the wall. 

“I’m sorry Cyar'ika,” his chest was inches from your face, cornering you beneath his other arm before leaning down and resting his forehead against yours. You couldn’t breath, not when he was suddenly filling all of your senses as if it was the most natural thing to do. He felt your tears roll around his thumb and couldn’t bear the thought of you crying because of him.

“I’m sorry for making you think you don’t matter...you do, not just to the kid but- but to me as well.” Your knees gave out on you as soon as you heard Mando’s confession, barely managing to grab onto his forearms right before buckling against him. The Mandalorian wasn’t sure if that was the kind of reaction he was looking for but he immediately wrapped his arms around your back and legs before pulling you against his chest. You nuzzled into his chest and kept a tight hold on him as he walked through the dimly lit hallways back to your room. He could feel goosebumps take over the skin of your thighs where he was touching you and tried to distract himself from pushing you down into the middle of the Revenant and taking you right then and there. You deserved more than that. 

As he reached the room and laid you on the bed, he felt your fingers clasp onto him harder and when his eyes trailed over your face, he knew you were silently begging him not to leave. 

“I’m not going anywhere Ad'ika.” His reassuring tone tugged at your heart and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched him walk to the door and shut it behind him before moving to the refresher. You heard him shuffle around and allowed your mind to calm down, knowing very well that Mando wasn’t unkind and wouldn’t lead you on just to leave you. But then he walked out without his beskar armor and you swore you died and joined the stars. His helmet looked odd without his normal clothing and you knew he could probably see you shamelessly ogling him from across the room. 

He walked to you and stood to the side, and you realized he was probably nervous. You pushed yourself against the wall and threw back the covers, hoping he’d understand what you wanted of him.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You cut him off before he could finish his question and he took a deep breath before laying on the bed and moving as close to you as possible. Before he could throw the covers over the two of you, you were already laying your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around him, fingers fisting into the soft material of his shirt unintentionally as you felt him relax beneath you.

You weren’t sure how long it’s been but you felt his heart rate finally come back to normal. Hoping you weren’t being too forward with him, you took his hand into yours and brought it to your lips, softly kissing his knuckles before turning his palm over to lay a kiss on his wrist. Mando was losing every ounce of control left in his body and his arm tightened around your back as soon as he felt the tip of your tongue against his hand. 

“Pfassk,” you flinched at the rough expletive and raised your head to look at him, finding his visor already tilted down towards you. “I- I’m sorry I’ll stop if-”

“No..n-no, don’t stop. It just- you took me by surprise.” His chest was rising and falling more rapidly and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was as affected by this new level of ‘intimacy’ as you were, if not more.

You felt bold at his request, kicking the covers away before sitting up and moving to straddle his thighs. Mando was breathing harshly and mirrored your actions, sitting up against the cool metal of the wall before laying his hands on top of your exposed thighs. He let himself take in the way your skin flushed under his touch and smiled to himself when he continued to inch his smooth hands over your upper thighs until his shirt rid up your legs and revealed the pastel color of your undergarment. 

“Cyar'ika…” He sighed when he finally forced himself to meet your eyes and found them dilated until there was barely any color left in them. You wanted to ask him what that word meant but chose to file it for later. Placing your hands on top of his, you smiled down at him before pulling them towards your lips and kissing his palms. Almost instantly, you felt him twitch against you, unable to control himself from bucking his hips against your heated core. You let go of his hands and laid your own on his chest, throwing your head back when you felt his tight grip on your thighs. You could tell he wanted to apologize but gave him no chance to do so, sliding against him until you were sure he was painfully hard beneath you.

“Maker...I- I could almost taste you on my tongue Mando. When you- you left me in here all by myself. I couldn’t sleep, n-not when I could smell you on these covers, not when I could feel you on my skin. I..gods, wanted to kiss you then, and- and I wanted to taste your- you...Please, c-can I? P-please-” You dug your nails into his chest and heard him throw his head back against the wall with every confession you moaned to him. He was never this unhinged and you wished to see him come absolutely undone at your touch.

“A-are you sure?” It pained him to ask but he needed to be sure that you wouldn’t regret this. Regret him. 

“Mando, have you not listened to anything I’ve said tonight?” As much as you hated to remind him of the earlier and rather embarrassing events, you wanted him to know just how much he meant to you. You knew he was reluctant to let this relationship move forward and you couldn’t really blame him. This was all new to him. But you also didn’t want to stall, not when the two of you have become so aware of the other’s feelings.

You continued to rub yourself on him, shaking with anticipation when you heard him moan through the vocoder as you pressed yourself more confidently down on him. 

“Mesh'la I-” Without warning, you took one of his hands and pushed it to your lips, slowly taking two of his fingers into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them until his moans grew louder. And when he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, you gripped his wrist tightly and groaned, making sure he could feel how much you wanted him. 

“Y-you’re killing me sweet girl.” He wanted to loosen his hold on you, to take things slow, to not let himself get carried away with you, but he didn’t find it in himself to be gentle because he could feel how wet and needy you were above him and there was no way he was going to waste another second not being close to you.

“Please Mando, I want you, n-need to have you. I can make you feel so good. Please, can I?” You reached down and cupped him through his pants, finding him as hard as the beskar of his armor. He thrust up into your hand and swore violently before taking his hand away from your mouth and fisting it into your hair. You smiled when you felt him push you off of him, whispering something in Mando’a when he saw you pulling his pants down his thighs and throwing them behind you. 

You bit your lower lip before moving off of the bed and pushing his legs along with you as well. Mando sat up and forced his hands to remain by his side, afraid his enthusiasm would make him get too rough with you and scare you away. When you laid your hands on his knees and pushed them wide open so you could get comfortable between his legs, Mando’s hands tightened around the covers and he hissed when he saw the way you were eyeing his cock. You were staring at him like he was a piece of meat and he wasn’t sure if he loved it or was embarrassed by it. 

“Maker,” you whispered before dragging your nails up and down his thighs, watching as his cock twitched against his stomach every time you got a little aggressive with your touches. Looking up into his visor, you slowly leaned down and took the tip of his cock in your mouth, humming around him as you tasted precum leaking into your taste buds. That seemed to do it for him because one of his hands shot to the back of your head and fisted into your hair while the other moved down until it landed on your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours and watched as you pulled back and licked the underside of his dick before spitting into your hand and wrapping it around him.

“M-mando, the taste of you,” you took as much of him in your mouth as possible while maintaining eye contact with his helmet, squeezing the base of his cock before reaching down and cupping his balls. Mando swore, involuntarily thrusting into your mouth and watching in awe as he saw a dangerous glint in your eyes right before you clasped his hand harder and somehow managed to take him in deeper. It was such a sight, holding affectionately onto your hand as you brought him to pleasure. Letting go of him with a pop, you laid wet kisses down the length of his cock, licking the protruding veins and smiling when you felt his hold tighten on your hair. “Is absolutely addicting.” 

You could tell the exact second he lost all semblance of control because one minute you were kneeling at his feet, and the next thing you knew, Mando was pulling you up by your hair and throwing you beneath him on the bed. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, watching his muscles flex as he removed his shirt expertly over his helmet. The soft starlight coming through the metal blinds of the window shone onto his skin and you trailed your gaze down his chest, finding the golden brown tone of his scarred body absolutely breathtaking. 

“Mando, you’re beautiful.” You saw his hands begin to shake at your compliment, and you knew you’d take every chance you get from now on to tell him how much you adored him. You could hear him breathing through the mask and licked your lips when he looked down and saw the way you were playing with the hem of his shirt. Slowly, you began to pull on the soft material, about to take it off when he held onto your wrists. Your smile faltered for a second and hoped you didn’t somehow misunderstand his intentions.

The last thing Mando wished to see was your body giving away to shyness before him. Pushing your thighs open, he didn’t give you a chance to say anything else as he slid his fingers below the thin undergarment, violently ripping it off of you and discarding it onto the floor. You gasped when you felt him hard and heavy against your slit, taking both of his hands and pulling him towards you until he was only a hairbreadth away. He watched closely as you placed one hand around your throat while the other descended to your breast. You could tell Mando was reluctant to move so much an inch and when you pushed yourself against him, eyes daring him to do as he wishes, he found himself completely overtaken with the thought of you belonging to him and him only. You smiled when you felt the grip on your throat tighten, shutting your eyes and arching your back against him as the other cupped and pinched at your nipples through his shirt. 

“If you want me to fuck you tonight, Mesh'la, then you’re going to keep my shirt on.” He could feel you shaking in his arms and smiled to himself at the knowledge of how much he affected you. 

“Mando, please…” You would have continued begging him if he asked you to, but then he was moving away from you and leaning towards the window. Keeping your hands clasped to your chest, you watched as he shut the blinds until there wasn’t a single light shining into the room. You could barely see your own hands in the dark and wondered why he was shuffling above you. A soft hissing sound had you tensing in an instant and you ceased to breathe when you heard the faint sound of beskar hitting the ground. 

“M-mando?” The question was more reluctant than inquisitive and you didn’t have time to react as you felt him lean against you until you were touching every inch of his skin. You blinked a few times in vain, knowing there was no way you would be able to see anything. But then you felt something soft brush against your cheek and as you turned your head towards him, Mando was molding his lips with yours, swallowing your gasps and sucking on your tongue as soon as you melted into him. He pulled away against his own will, but not before pushing your jaw with his nose until your neck was available to him.

“And my name is Din sweet girl, Din Djarin. It better be the only word you scream tonight as I fuck this pretty little cunt. Understood?” You weren’t sure if it was his deep voice that made you speechless or the fact that he not only took off his helmet for you but willingly told you his name as well. You committed it to memory, hoping this wouldn’t be the only time he took off his helmet around you. You’d always wondered what he sounded like without it, not comprehending that it could be so much sweeter than what you’ve dreamed of. And by the gods, his lips. How were they so soft and gentle? Maker, he had a stubble too, not a rough one but just long enough to tickle your neck as he kissed and nipped at your clavicle.

“Answer me Ad'ika.” He bit your shoulder to grab your attention once more, chuckling above you when you nodded frantically against him. 

“You’re so soft Cyar'ika, I- I want to kiss every inch of your skin.” As much as you loved making him lose his mind at your touch, you had to admit you enjoyed him much more when he was in control. You smiled when he kissed along your shoulder before pushing down his shirt far enough to expose your breasts. Din bit down on his lower lip to contain himself, but then you were arching your back and pushing yourself into him and he couldn’t hold back. He kissed down your sternum, waiting until you relaxed in his arms before assaulting your nipples. You screamed his name as you felt his teeth tug on your nipple, hands shooting to his hair when you felt him grope and pull on the other. 

“Din, oh ma-maker- your mouth is...f-fuck.” You could tell he was smiling as he aggressively licked the hardened bud before sucking on it again. Din pushed his cock against your wet slit, growling when you pulled on his hair and cried his name like a sweet prayer. 

“I could smell your cunt sweet girl, so fucking wet and hot and ready for me.” Din pulled back and cornered you between his arms, bucking his hips into you until you were a needy and moaning mess beneath him. “Woke up countless times in this bed...hard and aching at the mere thought of you...d-dreaming of having you in my arms, wanting to sink into you, f-fuck you on every inch of this ship.” 

“Din, please...I need you.” 

The way you clawed at his back broke him and before he knew what he was doing, he was flipping you on your stomach and raising your hips against him.

“I need to have you Mesh'la.” Din leaned down and swiped your hair to the side, whispering the filthiest things in your ears as he took hold of his cock and rubbed it against your heat. 

“I’m yours Din, do what you want. Fuck me, ruin me...cum in me if you wish. Just p-please-”

You made it sound so simple, trusting him. It was an odd feeling to know how easily you were giving yourself to him. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, not after what you said tonight. But something about the way you offered yourself to him, especially with that last request, had him seeing stars.

Leaning down until his chest was sliding against your back, the Mandalorian held you against him with one arm across your front while he slowly slipped into your wet cunt. You sighed in unison, and Din felt a sense of pride fill his chest when you dug your nails into his arm while your legs began to shake beneath him.

“You’re a dream Cyar'ika, the best f-fucking dream I could ever have. And you’re all mine.”

“Y-yes, yours. I’ve always been yours, oh gods Din please, move. M-move.” You were babbling at this point but couldn’t find it in yourself to care, turning your head to the side just to feel him breathe against your cheek. His stubble rubbed deliciously at your heated and sensitive skin, and you would tell him later that you hoped he’d mirror those actions but elsewhere.

“So tight darling, I- you’re everything. The things I- uhhh, the thing I want to do to you.” Din achingly pulled out before snapping into you again, biting down on your shoulder when you clenched violently around him. 

“Din, oh Din-” You wished you could tell him how good he felt, how much he filled you, how often you craved having him inside you and how much you were losing it now that he was. But you couldn’t find a single word, not when he was fucking you like you were it for him.

The normally quiet man was groaning and hissing above you, pulling you along with him as he sat up and continued to fuck you relentlessly. You reached back and held his head against your neck, crying in pain and pleasure when he picked up the pace and his hold on your hip tightened. You were sure there would be bruise marks the next day but you couldn’t tell him to slow down or be a little less aggressive, not when you finally had him where you’ve wanted for so long. 

“Fuck, fuck….sweet girl, did- did you mean it?” He was asking you something and you didn’t really pay attention to him, focusing on the way he deliciously dragged against your tight walls over and over again. Din knew it wasn’t fair to ask you anything right now but he had to know. Needed to.

He stopped his movement all together, sinking as deep into you as possible and tightening his grip on your throat. 

“Pfassk...answer me darling.” Din whispered into your ears and reached down to where you were joined, softly slapping your clit until you twitched and begged him to repeat his words again.

“I said, did you fucking mean it when- kriffing hell, when you said I could...c-cum in you?” He was reluctant to ask but there was no point in denying either of you. 

“Yes, gods yes. I told you Din, d-do what you want with me.” You forcibly loosened the fingers around your throat and brought them to your lips, biting the palm of his hand as he resumed thrusting into you. 

“Mesh'la...you’re such a sweet girl, letting me b-breed you...taking my cock so well, letting me fill you up. You were made for me darling. This cunt, this sweetest and tightest kriffing pussy was made for my cock.” He pronounced each word with a harsh push of his hips and you smiled when you heard how low his voice suddenly became. The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room and you hoped the child wouldn’t wake up from how loud the two of you were being. 

“You’re mine darling. Won’t let anyone else touch you...fucking look at you even. Maker I- I almost lost it tonight in the cantina.” There was a hint of self-consciousness in his words and you hoped he didn’t think you could ever replace him.

“D-din..” You wanted to tell him no one else would compare but he didn’t give you a chance. 

“Talking about me like I- fuck, like I didn’t care about you, like I don’t picture you coming on my cock every waking moment of my day. And flirting with him in my shirt...my kriffing shirt. I almost lost it when he put his hands on you sweet girl.” You weren’t sure if he had somehow become harder inside you or if it was his words that made you attuned to the feeling of him pushing into your cunt but you turned your head and kissed his cheeks, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to tell him with your touches. 

“You’re the only one f-for me.” Din let go of your neck and held onto your hips, no longer caring about how rough he was being with you. Your heavy sighs were the only warning he had right before your tight walls convulsed around his dick and he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, falling on top of you and bucking his hips slowly into your cunt until you begged him to slow down.

“Cyare, ah pfassk, that’s it. Keep squeezing me darling. I’m so close, so close. Ah fuck, you’re mine. Mine, not letting you go. N-never letting you go. Oh maker...ner runi...ner. Ner. Riduur. My sweet girl...riduur.” Din didn’t realize what he’d said until the words were left hanging in the air and he felt a rush of relief wash over him as he finally admitted how he felt about you. 

“Din, I lo- ahh gods please.” He silenced your screams with his hand, losing his rhythm as he came in hot spurts of cum inside you. Din bit down onto your shoulder just as you bit on the palm of his hand, continuing to push his seed deep inside you until he felt you a mixture of your juices seeping out of you. Neither of you moved for a few moments, relishing the way you fit so perfectly with each other. You could feel him breathing heavily against your back and smiled with pride when you realized you were the only one that got to see him like this. 

Din didn’t want to stop touching you, falling to the side and grabbing your flush to him only to hiss when you unintentionally clenched around his softening cock. You kissed his wrist as he pulled the covers over the two of you, not bothering to move a muscle mostly because you knew he didn’t wish for you to leave him.

He kissed along the bruised ridges of your shoulders, drawing circles on your navel and smiling when you giggled beneath him.

“I wasn’t too rough with you was I?” He asked embarrassingly, not knowing what he’d do if you said yes. 

“You were perfect Din...you- you are perfect.” You turned your head far enough in hopes of catching his attention, letting out a deep breath when he leaned over and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. He was so soft and you didn’t know which side of him you enjoyed more but you were sure you wanted to get to know him, all of him. His likes and dislikes.

“Far from it Mesh'la. I...I went to the lower deck and saw where you’ve been sleeping.”

“Oh…”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Din rose on his elbow, seeking your hands in the dark and holding onto your fingers as he raised your hand to his mouth and kissed along your hand. 

“I- I didn’t want to make you think you weren’t welcome. Peli told me about the Creed and well, there isn’t any sort of privacy down there really. And the kid would’ve been cold. I know how much he likes to cuddle next to you when he sleeps.” 

“But you’ve been-”

“I’ve slept in worse conditions, believe me.” He didn’t say anything else in response but you knew he was very much thinking about it. 

“Din, I wouldn’t change a single moment. Not one. Because each one led me here, to this bed, in your arms. I would relive every mission and every cold night and every awkward conversation again if I knew I’d end up here with you. You’re the closest thing I have to a..a-”

“Family.” He broke the silence before lying back down and pulling you as close to him as possible.

“Promise me you won’t get drunk by yourself in a cantina again.” You wished you didn’t laugh out loud at the random request because Din swore behind you before his grip loosened a bit.

“I’m sorry I...I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, here I am pouring my heart out and the only thing you could follow up with was that.” When he didn’t say anything in return, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you. “And yes, I promise not to get drunk in a cantina by myself ever again.”

“Good.”

“But I can’t really make any promises about not flirting with anyone because if it means I get to have you all hot and bothered then-”

“Sweet girl, you’re going to regret ever thinking of that…” 

Translations: 

Sleemo - This Huttese insult was pronounced slay-mo and translated as "slimeball," a rude insult.

Ad'ika - Little one

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Pfassk - An adaptable expletive

Cyare - Beloved

Ner - Mine.

Runi - soul; only used poetically

Riduur - partner, spouse, husband/wife

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Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)

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Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

---

“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

---

After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

---

Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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Hey how are you today. I hope you're well. May I please request a part 3 of kiss from a rose/ rose petals on the floor.

Everlasting Rose

(Part 1 | Part 2)

Pairing: Dh!Master x Reader

Word Count: 2100

Summary: Final part to this series, follows on from previous part

Warnings: none

For: anon

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I got covid 😞. Luckily it’s not too bad, but I’m still a bit out of it. Anyway, I hope you like this! (Also my requests are open again)

You were disoriented when you woke up, your brain desperately trying to piece together the information. Firstly, you knew you weren’t in your room on The Doctor’s TARDIS, nor in your flat. Secondly, you definitely remembered going to an abandoned museum with The Doctor, Graham, Ryan and Yaz. However you were no longer in the museum, and your friends weren’t with you.

Groggily, you pushed yourself up to take in more of your surroundings. You had been sleeping on a plush purple sofa, and someone had placed a matching blanket over your sleeping form. Then as you looked around more, memories started to push themselves to the surface. Memories of the dusty room, a man in the shadows, a mirror.

The Master.

As though he could read your mind, the man himself walked into the room, a tray in his hand with mugs of tea and snacks. He caught your eye, and looked a little startled before schooling himself into a more relaxed posture again. You were still sleepy and trying to piece together everything that had happened in your mind, so you didn’t say anything. The Master placed the tray down on a nearby table and walked over to you, crouching down in front of you once he got to the sofa.

“Did you sleep alright?”

Well, that definitely hadn’t been what you expected him to say. Taken aback you nodded on autopilot.

“Are you hungry? Or thirsty?” Strangely, he seemed to be showing genuine curiosity.

“Uhhh, I’m mostly confused and disoriented.”

The Master chuckled at that, reaching out a hand to cup your face, which you automatically leaned into.

“You’re on my TARDIS. I used a short range teleport to get you out of the museum, and then I took you here. Currently we’re in the Time Vortex.” He supplied helpfully.

“You were- You were who I danced with that night in Italy. The one who gave me the rose.” You didn’t pose this as a question, you already knew the answer.

“I was.”

“Why am I here?”

“That night, I was meant to kill you, but then I saw you standing in that garden and all I wanted to do was hold you. There’s something between us - I know you feel it too. I won’t force you into anything, I just took you here to keep you safe.” His voice was gentle, and he was stroking your face with his thumb.

Surprisingly, you felt safe. Still, there was a logical part of your mind that knew The Master couldn’t be trusted - at least not yet.

Again, you questioned whether The Master could read your mind, “Look, just give me two weeks, if you don’t want to stay after that then I’ll drop you back on Earth.”

Hesitantly, you agreed, hoping you wouldn’t end up regretting it.

——

The past two weeks had gone surprisingly well. The Master had taken you all over the universe, much like The Doctor did, but somehow you had enjoyed the adventures even more. No longer did you have to worry about getting into some sort of trouble if you didn’t want to. It was nice to be able to relax on planets, to properly experience what they had to offer.

Your company was nice too, which had definitely thrown you off at first. However, The Master had proved himself, ensuring you never got harmed and he listened to you more often than not.

One of your favourite adventures had been to Panunerth, a planet that was best described as a winter wonderland. You’d loved it, walking around wrapped up warm, but not warm enough to completely keep the cold out. The Master had lead you on a nature walk, which had gone well for the first part, then you had had the brilliant idea to throw a snowball at him. From there the two of you had a full on snowball fight. By the end of it you were chilled to the bone, so The Master had lead you back on the path towards a local town.

On the way you were shivering, so The Master had pulled you into his side as though it were the most natural thing in the world, and to you it felt as though it was. The town itself was magical, fairy lights and bunting were hung all along the streets, and there was a dusting of snow on every surface. The Master had pulled you into a little picturesque café, and ordered a hot beverage to help you warm up.

By the time you’d gotten back to the TARDIS it was late evening on Panunerth, the sun in its final stages of setting. You stood in the doorway to the TARDIS, simply admiring the view, The Master stood behind you doing the same. You were almost too caught up in your awe to notice the rose that appeared at your side, held out in one of The Master’s hands.

Cautiously, you reached out for the rose as The Master handed it to you. As you inspected the rose, twirling it around slowly in your hands, you couldn’t help but long for the original. The one that had been left behind on The Doctor’s TARDIS.

“What’s wrong, love?” The Master asked as he came to stand next to you, concern in his voice and on his face.

“This is perfect, I just- sorry it’s stupid.” You felt ridiculous, here he was giving you everything you could ask for, and yet you still asked for more?

To your surprise, The Master reached out and gently guided your face to look at his. “It’s not, I want to make this perfect for you, tell me how I can.”

“It’s not that big a deal I just- I miss the rose that you gave me. I kept it in a vase on my room in The Doctor’s TARDIS, I’d look at it every night before I went to sleep and every morning when I woke up. It just meant a lot to me.”

The Master looked at you with a mix of guilt and love, pulling you into his embrace. Neither of you needed to say anything more after that, opting to stay in that moment with each other. Eventually you’d started to shiver again, even with The Master’s arms wrapped around you, and the two of you headed inside.

Something had changed that night, though neither of you dared to admit it aloud. All of your adventures after that had felt that little bit more romantic, and though you could barely believe it you found yourself falling in love with The Master.

——

At the end of the two weeks you barely even hesitated to say yes when he asked if you wanted to stay with him. He’d laughed at you slightly, surprised at how quickly you’d said yes. Then the two of you sat there for a moment before The Master leant in and kissed you. Surprised, you had let out a squeak, though you soon melted into the kiss.

He was softer than you’d imagined, though there was still a roughness in the way he cradled you - as though he was worried you would disappear any moment.

Your relationship had only grown from their, your adventures turning into dates and romantic getaways (though there was still the occasional heist). Everything had been going amazingly, which is why you should have known to keep an eye out for danger.

The Master lead you out of the TARDIS onto a space shuttle somewhere in the far future. He’d landed you on one of the leisure decks, and started to tell you all about the different facilities they offered, though a ‘universally famous’ restaurant sounded the most intriguing. Luckily, The Master had already made a reservation, and the two of you had a lovely time together. You loved his company, loved spending time with him, so much so that you rarely thought about your previous life anymore.

However, this didn’t mean that you had completely forgotten it. After the two of you left the restaurant, you decided to simply go for a walk around the ship, though you stopped short when you spotted a blue box in the distance. It was unmistakably The Doctor’s TARDIS, the one you had travelled in many months ago, and it made you feel a strange mix of hope and dread. The Master had spotted it as well, scanning the area for any sign of your old friends.

“You know, I think I’d prefer an evening in front of the library fireplace.” The Master hummed in agreement and started to lead you back to his TARDIS.

Truthfully, you did miss your friends, but you also knew that you’d prefer to avoid the hurt a reunion would bring. The two of you were walking hand-in-hand, and you couldn’t stop your grip from tightening. Unfortunately, as you rounded the final corner you saw the four of them stood in front of The Master’s TARDIS. However much you wanted to run in the opposite direction, you knew you couldn’t.

When your friends spotted you they hurried over. You hated the way your heart sped up from nerves, though you were comforted by The Master’s thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

“Let her go.” The Doctor demanded as she stood in front of the two of you.

The Master, easily slipping into an his cocky yet sinister act, bowed his head and held up your conjoined hands, giving a dramatic show of letting go. You felt a pang of disappointment, missing his warm touch.

“She’s free to do as she wishes.”

The two of you knew this, and now your friends did as well. For a tense moment, none of you moved or spoke, everyone waiting for someone else to make a move.

The Doctor held out her hand to you, “Come on, let’s get back to the TARDIS.”

You didn’t reach out to take her hand, instead you shook your head and moved towards The Master slightly. You heard one of your friends let out a small gasp.

“Before you start throwing accusations around, I’m not hypnotised. The Master gave me a choice, and I chose to stay with him.” You told them sincerely.

The Doctor’s eyes flickered between the two of you, and you could see her brain ticking away - trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

“Why?” You knew that she must be able to figure it out, she just needed verbal confirmation.

“I love him.” It was so easy to say, purely because of how genuine a statement it was.

You were focused on The Doctor’s reaction, she seemed angry and sad, though mostly it seemed that she was resigned to the fact. You knew that she would have seen this coming, even if she didn’t want it to be true, she’s had time to adjust. On the other hand, Graham, Ryan and Yaz had not.

“How? How can you love the bloke who tried to kill us?” Yaz queried, distressed at your statement.

“Yeah, are you 100% sure he’s not brainwashing or hypnotising you?” Graham backed her up, just as frustrated.

Ryan, meanwhile, seemed to be contemplating the information. He’d always been more insightful than he let on, no doubt a trait he’d picked up from his grandmother.

The Master took your hand again, and you turned to smile at him. “You won’t understand, but that’s okay, I’m happy with him.”

Yaz looked as though she was about to let out another protest, but The Doctor placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s go, fam.”

Neither Ryan nor Yaz looked as though they wanted to follow her, nevertheless as she moved around the you and The Master they followed, walking back to their TARDIS. Graham followed last, turning towards you and offering a small smile.

“See you around.”

You smiled back, not knowing what to say, he seemed to understand you feelings anyway as he gave you a nod before continuing onwards. You stood and watched your friends walk away until they were out of your view, and though you hated to admit it you felt as though a giant weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

“Back to the TARDIS then?” The Master queried with a soft smile that you couldn’t help but return.

The two of you walked the final few steps, though you paused right outside the door, looking back at the empty hallway one last time.

“By the way, I love you too.” The Master said, causing you to whip your head around to face him.

Grinning like a madman, you snaked your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Despite loosing your friends, you couldn’t have been happier and you knew that you’d made the right choice.

Breaking apart, The Master gazed at you with love, before reaching behind him to open the door to his TARDIS.

“Come on my love, adventures await.”

[taesspark]

A Normal Friday Afternoon

drabble #1 from the Spellbound series

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: enemies to lovers (but mostly enemies so far oops), hogwarts au

word count: 2.2k 

warnings: violence (oc punches jungkook in the face), swearing

It’s a normal Friday afternoon at Hogwarts, meaning everyone is going insane. You wonder why Professor Snape even bothers teaching Potions right now since it doesn’t look like anyone is paying the slightest bit of attention. He even chose a hard potion for the class to make, individually this time. As if making it an individual assignment could stop a group of annoying 17-year-olds from wreaking havoc. 

You flicker your eyes in annoyance at Jeon Jungkook and his rowdy group of friends. They had created a game where they launch the ingredients into each others’ cauldrons, giving each other points based on how close it got. Usually you try to get along with your classmates, especially fellow Gryffindors, but Jungkook has always been the sole exception. There’s something about him that grates all of your nerves like a carrot. Maybe it’s the way he’s good at all the same things you are, but he makes it seem more effortless. Maybe it’s the way everyone thinks he’s so innocent and kind, when he’s been metaphorically (and literally) pulling on your hair since first year. 

It started with the little things. You were friendly to him, like you are to everyone, and as an 11-year-old, you had nothing to complain about. Something changed one day when you were walking past him in the hallway to class and he hit you with a hex that he hadn’t mastered yet. You remember falling to the ground in pain, watching your stinging flesh go boneless. And Jungkook? He was laughing.

You’re no less of a witch or a Gryffindor though. With your limp arm, you cast the strongest dancing hex you could muster. It worked, of course, and Jungkook was known as “Happy Feet” for at least another year for the way he danced around Hogwarts that day. 

It’s a memory you keep close, as a reminder to never trust the sweet smile and starry eyes of Jeon Jungkook. 

If you looked at all of the detentions you’ve served in your 6 years of being a Hogwarts student (and there are plenty), you’re sure 99% would have been from fighting with Jungkook, whether it’s yelling at him, cursing him, or swatting him with your broomstick in midair during Quidditch practice. Because of course he would join the Quidditch team at the same time you did. 

You’re not in the mood for fighting today, though. You’re exhausted from a frankly awful week, and you just want to finish your stupid potion, get your stupid grade, and go to your stupid dorm so you can sleep. 

Your only good friend in this potions class is a Ravenclaw girl named Nina. For a Ravenclaw, she’s chatty, and she flits around you while you grind up asphodel root for your potion. With a quick slide of your knife, you dump the crushed root into your potion. It bubbled. Beside you, Nina bubbled even more, her personality like soda that had been shaken too hard. 

“-and then Emilia told me that she asked Irene if she would go with her to Hogsmeade next weekend, but Irene said she’s already going with Jieun, but Sam told me that Jieun is going alone, so what’s even the truth? You’d think that she’d at least-” 

“Maybe you should mind your business.” You give her a sour look, and you hope it isn’t too harsh. “Just a thought.” 

Nina’s mouth curls into a rueful smile. “You’re spending too much time with Yoongi lately.” 

You crack a smile at the thought of your best friend and his (only partly true) reputation. No one dares cross Min Yoongi, a 7th year Slytherin with a killer poker face. As one of his best friends, you can see right through it. 

“There’s no such thing as too much time with Yoongi,” you grumble. 

Nina leaves you alone after that, thank god. You usually have a higher tolerance for her chattiness and gossip, but today your patience is running thin. Luckily, she knows you well enough to not seem upset at your attitude. 

You sprinkle a serum into the potion before stirring it clockwise ten times. It’s the last step of the potion, and yours is already turning the perfect shade of mint green. You count to yourself as you stir: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

You don’t make it to ten. You were so goddamn close. 

“Oh, shit-”

You don’t register who curses. All you can see is a bottle of serum—someone else’s bottle of serum— being launched straight into your cauldron, and your entire potion splattering onto your front. Your robes sizzle where the potion hit them. 

“Oops.” 

You recognize that voice. How could you not? You almost want to laugh. 

Fucking Jeon Jungkook. 

The leech lumbers up to you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “My bad. We were playing a game, and I missed pretty bad.” 

He chuckles a little, surveying the green ooze all over you. “Green is your color, Y/N. Maybe they should’ve put you in Slytherin.” 

You’re seething. 

A temper is not one of the traits associated with Gryffindor, but at that moment, you think maybe it should be. Lions do roar, after all. 

And roar is exactly what you do. Roar and knock Jungkook the fuck out. 

The room is in chaos: Professor Snape is yelling, Nina is telling you to calm down, Jungkook is on the ground in front of you, more shocked than hurt, and half the class is chanting “Fight!” because the adolescent urge to create violence never truly dies. 

“Take this outside!” Snape shouts at the two of you, grabbing you both by the collar of your robes. “Fight in the hallways, I don’t care, but this is not going to happen in my classroom. When you’re done, head to McGonagall’s office. I’m sure she’d like to have a word with you two delinquents.” 

Jungkook stares at you, rubbing at the bruise blooming on his cheek. 

The door swings closed, slamming in your face. With a huff, you turn around and vanish the potion residue still left on your clothes with a quick spell. You barely spare a glance for Jungkook. He stands several feet away, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. 

“Do you have something to say?” You snap. 

He opens his mouth. Then closes it. 

You roll your eyes. “Listen, Jeon. I know you did that on purpose. Very funny prank, absolutely hilarious. Truly, I’m rolling on the floor laughing right now.” 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to the floor as if he expected to see you there, laughing. 

“Let’s just go to McGonagall��s already,” you say, posture slumping at the thought of being yelled at by the intimidating professor.  

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he says. Jungkook rolls his shoulders, and you see him gain some of his usual bravado. “We were playing a game, I already explained this to you.” 

You bark out a laugh, just one. “I’m not stupid.” 

He cocks a brow. “Are you sure? I bet my potion was better than yours even though I was dicking around for the entire class.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“Hit a nerve?” 

“No.” 

It’s like this, for the long, long, long trek from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower where McGonagall’s office is. 

“You know, you don’t have to be such an asshole all the time,” you say, turning the corner. Jungkook jogs after you to keep up. 

“I don’t? No way, all this time I thought it was mandatory.” 

He sounds more upset than snarky, and in your present state of blind rage, you don’t have a single clue why he would be upset. He’s the one who ruined your potion and got you sent to McGonagall’s office. He’s the one who has been a splinter the size of Greenland in your thumb for five years and counting. 

“Besides,” he adds, as if you wanted to have a conversation with him, “you’re the one who fucking punched me in the face. It’s kinda hypocritical to call me an asshole in this situation.” 

“That’s a really big word, Jungkook. Did you finally learn how to read?” 

Jungkook’s face crumples into a frown. “Shut up.” 

“Hit a nerve?” You mock. 

You think getting to McGonagall’s office is a relief until you’re finally there. McGonagall is all but screeching at the two of you. You’ve heard the same lecture several hundred times, but never in such a high pitch. You offer to make her some herbal tea for her throat, and she only gives you the evil eye. Jungkook snorts beside you. You ignore him, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow. 

“Never in my days…”

“...Such stupidity from my own students!”

You fade in and out of consciousness during the lecture, and one look at Jungkook tells you he’s doing the same. 

“Detention for both of you. I will see the two of you here at 9 pm sharp every day for the rest of the week,” McGonagall finally says. 

Jungkook groans. 

“I’m being generous,” McGonagall says. “If I see the two of you acting like violent animals again, I can and will suspend you both from the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” 

You and Jungkook both make sounds of protest, only to be drowned out by McGonagall. 

“I hate to see my own team lose, but it has been five years of your childish fights. You two will learn to be civil to each other, and I will make sure of it.” 

The tone of her voice makes you uneasy. Jungkook beats you to the question that’s on both of your minds. “What are you going to do to us?” 

The fear in his voice would make you smile if you weren’t practically shaking in your boots yourself. 

“As you know, in Transfiguration, I am going to be having everyone work in teams this year. I was going to let you choose your partners, but you two have not earned that privilege.” 

You turn to face Jungkook. He’s staring back at you in wide-eyed horror. 

“You both are now partners in Transfiguration. Sit by each other and complete the projects together. I will not tolerate any misbehaving in my class, and if you don’t work as a team, you will be risking your own grades.” McGonagall stares at the two of you with the smallest of smiles, disgustingly smug. She’s enjoying this, and you hate her for it. 

“But-”

“Professor!” 

“I won’t hear it!” She shouts. Jungkook recoils. “This is final. If you have a problem, you should’ve thought about that before brawling like wrestlers in Potions.” 

You hang your head, staring at how the end of your robes skims your shoes. You don’t like to be dramatic, but this sure feels like the end of the world. The rest of your year is probably ruined, thanks to McGonagall essentially sentencing you to Jungkook duty. Not to mention Transfiguration is your hardest class, even without having to compete with Jungkook. You don’t doubt that this would make everything so much harder. 

“That’s all I have to say to you. Please leave,” McGonagall says, pressing a thumb and index finger into her forehead. 

The two of you file out of her office, stumbling down the empty hallway. You walk in silence, thankful that classes aren’t out yet. You stop a few corridors down, and Jungkook stops next to you.

You look at him, really look at him. Other than the bruise on his face a la you, he has a sweet face and kind eyes. You remind yourself that it’s fake. 

You take a step closer to him, and he tilts his head at you, nonplussed. 

“Y/N?” 

You brush a hand on his cheekbone, where you hit him. 

“Does it hurt?” You ask. 

The hallway is empty, but Jungkook still looks both ways before responding to you, as if you were a car hurtling towards him on the street. He gulps at your proximity to him, how he can feel your breath mingling with his own and your fingertips’ gentle pressure on his face. 

“A little,” he says, quieter than you. “You really know how to use your fists, huh?” 

He laughs. To your ears, it sounds forced. You smile. Checkmate. 

Without warning, you grab his tie and jerk his face down to yours, leaving just a breath of space between your noses. You lean even closer to Jungkook, and a smile ghosts your lips when you feel him moving closer to you at the same time. You wait for one more moment, letting your warm breath hit his skin. The moment he closes his eyes, you whisper, “Good.” 

His eyes flutter back open, confused, and you take your foot and slam it down on his. He all but howls in pain, nearly knocking his head into yours as he hops away. 

"What was that for?"

"If you still don't know, then maybe I need to step on you again." You narrow your eyes at him, still close enough to register the clean linen smell of his clothes. “Do not cross me again. I need a good grade in Transfiguration this year, and I won’t let you ruin that for me.” 

"McGonagall is right there. I could go tell her," he threatens. His eyes are wide, and you pick up on the slightest fear under his façade of arrogance. 

"Okay, do it. See if I care, asshole." 

You spin on your heel and storm down the corridor, leaving a stunned Jungkook in your wake.