#my fucking suitcase got stolen

[despite-everything]

i love wearing robes and im so sad i cant take the one i want to my sisters wedding...

[be-good-to-bugs]

:/ god my apartment manager sucks

[jaysgirlx]

Airport Au!Jason gets coffee spilled on him right before he boards his flight back to Gotham and of course, he's the victim of hot coffee spilling all over his crotch. The good news is, Jason didn't suffer any burns and you were quite apologetic to him, nevertheless, he was still pissed at you and those clumsy hands of yours. To make matters worse, the two of you are seated next to each other on a 15-hour flight.

Airport Au!Jason lets you have the inside seat even though you ruined his favorite Wonder Woman t-shirt and kinda fucked up his black jeans. He even puts your suitcase away for you and he has no fucking clue why. Jason knew he didn't help strangers like this, not just be nice and flirty to girls like Dick did. But didn't do things like this for no reason especially not for pretty girls who- wait did he just call you pretty? Oh, he was so fucked.

Airport Au!Jason can't tell if he's mad at you or if he wants you. To him those feelings could be the same, he has no problem with wanting to make out with the girl who spilled coffee on his shirt. He didn't see a problem with wanting to make you his, it was an accident and you apologized a million times so maybe he should just forgive you, especially since you actually tried to clean his crotch. His self-control stopped him from letting you, but now he wishes he had let you.

Airport Au!Jason gets immediately bored after the plane takes off, he hadn't pack much because he likes to travel light. When his gaze falls in your direction, he notices that you are reading and annotating one of his favorite Sylvia Plath books and quickly starts to chat you up. You immediately light up when you find out he loves reading, especially classics and poetry. The two of you quickly got acquainted and introduced yourselves which was quickly followed by an apology. You didn't think boys who were smart and hot truly existed, you thought those were myths but Jason Todd was indeed very real.

Airport Au!Jason lets you nap on his shoulder and even orders your lunch for you so that you'd at least get some food when you woke up. You wake up to the boy thumbing through your annotations. You point out your favorite scenes and quotes and go into detail about what you thought their meanings were, well at least to you. You rambled for what might've been a good hour and fuck, Jason knew just by hearing you talk like this, he wanted to put his lips on yours so bad. Maybe shut you up for a second, not because you rambled but because your lips looked so delicious like he could devour them if he wanted. Maybe it could last more than a second, but that depended on what you'd let him do to you.

Airport Au!Jason can't help but want your attention sooo bad. He's chatting you up, making you laugh and for fucks sake why was your laugh so cute?? Why were so pretty to him? Why did you make him question every part of his being? It was like you were this missing piece he had finally found and he needed that piece. He needed you.

Airport Au!Jason jokingly warns you he's not good for you but that only makes you tilt your head with a big grin. You told him that you didn't want a "good" guy. You wanted someone morally grey, someone who understands that just because you've done bad things doesn't mean you're a bad person. You of course cleared up that you didn't support racists, homophobes, and such but you weren't past dating a criminal or even a vigilante if they matched your vibe. For a moment, Jason felt like you already accepted who he was, that you would still want to know him as the Red Hood. He hoped that maybe that was the truth.

Airport Au!Jason sneaks you into first class, pulling the "Bruce Wayne is my dad" card with the flight attendants, who swoon when Jason brings out the stolen Amex card. He'd give it back to Bruce another day or maybe just sneak it back into his wallet. The reason he gets you in so you can sleep comfortably because he knew there would be free seats (he's done this a bit too many times). You told him you didn't need to, that you liked napping on his shoulder, that he was enough but he said you deserved the luxury treat, not crappy shoulder. And it made you laugh because it was so cheesy, and Jason wished then and there, that he could hear you laugh like that for the rest of his life. Now, did he hate having to pull the "Bruce Wayne" card? Yes. Did he regret it? Hell no. Would he do it again? Yes…

Airport Au!Jason lets you play with his hair and even touch his neck scar while you lay in first class. You graze your finger across it and you feel him tense until he relaxes when your fingers lace with his. He lets you believe the white parts are dyed and tells you the scar was from a kidnapping incident that happened in his teens. You don't question him on it but instead, ask him if he still wants to know once the two of you land in Gotham. He looks at you with a cheesy grin. He says he doesn't have his phone on him but you could write your number on his arm. You knew he was joking but he was just so attractive. He enjoys the feeling of one of your hands combing his locks and the other intertwined with his.

Airport Au!Jason falls asleep with you in first class and when you two finally wake up, you decide to check how much time is left on the flight: 2 hours. A soft whine left your lips, from the thought of having to wait a a little longer to be able to kiss him. You could just tell Jason wasn't a fan of pda and if you did kiss him you'd definitely want it to be private. You told yourself to be patient and you knew you could be just a little longer, just for him. Jason on the other hand was an impatient asshole who ached for you, especially after hearing that goddamn whine. Were you trying to tease him? Because if you were it was definitely working. Jason couldn't wait 2 hours.

Airport Au!Jason brings you into the first bathroom and locks it behind him, even after receiving about of weird looks. He kisses you in with your legs almost instantly hooked around his waist and his arms holding you up against the wall. Your arms are wrapped around his neck bringing him as close as possible, while you clawed at his clothes. You weren't exactly sure where this was going but you wanted that coffee-stained shirt off him. You hooked your fingers on the ends of his shirt whining desperately to feel him. Maybe those clumsy hands of yours were good at something. And when he finally breaks the kiss, he only mutters out these words just for you, "Wanna help me get out the shirt you ruined, sweetheart?"

[apollosdaydreams]

Hello, can I request some smut of Lando Norris with rally driver reader??

Like something in the Monte Carlo rally after party or whatever you like 🤓

Lando Norris x driver!reader 

Warning: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ only, Unprotected sex- wrap it before you tap it.

Author's note: This is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it’s not good. I will try my best though!! And sorry I don't know much about Rally racing, so the rally part (and the drivers) will all be made up. I'm so sorry, so this will mainly focus on the after party!! Sorry for taking so long to get this uploaded, I was busy with the last two weeks in college and then finals and I finally had time to sit down and write. :) (Also in the mood board let's pretend she's not making lemonade.) 

The After, After, Party

The race went amazing, you were feeling like you were on top of the world. You are making history, as you are a female rally driver, making your childhood dreams come true and you have the most amazing, loving boyfriend ever. Lando Norris, a Formula 1 driver. Lando was able to come support you as he didn't have anything Formula 1 related. So here you both were in your hotel in Greece. Lando was standing in front of the mirror with just black boxers on, putting some hair product in. You were sitting criss-crossed on the counter in just a black lace thong and a matching black lace bra. You were also putting product in your hair. You weren't paying attention to Lando, as you were so focused on your hair that you didn't realize he was moving behind you until you felt his hands wrap around your waist. 

“You are so beautiful y/n.” He whispered into your ear while putting his chin on your shoulder. 

You turned a deep shade of red, “Shut up.”  You softly said while softly putting your hand on his face and pushing him away. You then grabbed for your small makeup bag, deciding you didn’t want to do much makeup. You just put on some mascara and highlighter. Once you got done doing your hair and makeup you walked over to your suitcase, as you were too lazy to unpack all of your stuff, and grabbed out some lighter wash jean shorts, a white tank top with one of Lando’s button up shirts that you had stolen from him, with your white converse. Tonight's party wasn't something you had to dress fancy for, but you also didn't want to show up looking like you had just rolled out of bed. 

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You have been at the party for a while now, Lando staying sober and having nothing to drink so he could drive you both back to the hotel. While you decided to have a couple drinks, just enough to get you tipsy. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, usually you were shy and you didn't show much PDA, but with some liquid courage you were dancing with Lando to the music. You were leaning back into Lando, grinding your hips back into his hands on your hips guiding your body to rock with the music. You leaned back your mouth now under his ear.

“Lando.” You breathed out.

“Yes love?” He asked while moving his hands up to your waist. 

“I need you.” You said, then moving your mouth to kiss under his jaw. You felt his hands move back to your hips and grip them harder. “Please.” You added.

He didn't say anything but took your hand and led you out the door, you saw your teammate, Filip and his best friend Patrick. You waved shyly at them as Lando led you out. 

“They are definitely going to fuck.” Filip turned to Patrick. 

“Oh for sure.” Patrick said while laughing. 

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Lando used your body to close the hotel door, his hands couldn't get off of you, one on your waist and one on your jaw. One of your hands was on his chest while the other was playing with his belt. 

“Jump.” He whispered out. You slightly jumped and he grabbed the bottom of your thighs, before he left the door he made sure it was locked and that the "Do not disturb” sign was still out, once he did that he brought you over to the bed and softly threw you on the bed. 

You laid on your back, breathing heavily, your heart rate was rapid. Lando then climbed on top of you, smiling slightly. 

“God.” He breathed out. “You are so beautiful y/n.” He said.

You blushed, and slightly hid your face in embarrassment. 

He grabbed your hands and put them above your head, “Don’t hide from me, love.” He whispered in your ear with a smirk. 

You blushed even harder, and Lando chuckled at that. You then wrapped your legs around his torso to bring him in closer to you. He then used one of his hands to grab your face, slowly making out with you. Moving his hips against yours. You moaned at the friction, wanting more you started to move your own hips. You then both quickly started to take off your clothes, wanting to be close to each other. After a few minutes of some slow kissing, and touching each other he had reached for your thong. He then quickly pulled your thong off, you have moved your hips up to get them off faster. He then went for your bra clasp quickly removing it and throwing it to where the rest of the clothes were. He was still left in his boxers. You didn't think that was fair though so you decided to speak up about it. 

“It's not fair.” You pouted. “I'm all naked and you still have your boxers on.” You said while playing with the band of boxers. He smiled at you and quickly threw his boxers off. His cock hitting his lower stomach, he then grabbed it and lined it up to your pussy. Moving it up and down to tease you before he finally pushed himself fully inside. You then gripped his back, making small crescent-like shapes on his muscular back. He then began moving at a slow pace, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Faster.” You breathed out.

He smiled, but followed your wishes, as he began to speed up the pace. He could feel you tighten around him making him groan, which made you clench him tighter and let out a moan. Your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching with his every thrust. He was pinning your squirming body down. When his breath hitched, his head slowly fell back in pleasure. 

“I'm going to cum-” He managed to get out. Your breath hitched, clenching his harder, your soft hands trailing up and down his back. When you felt him release in you, he gasped out. Moving his hand to your clit, to help you finish. 

Your body began to tremble in pleasure when you finally felt release. You gasped out, Lando still pumping in and out of you. When you softly hit his V-line, telling him that it was getting to much, so he softly pulled out, Both of you gasping at the lost of being so close to each other, Lando had a smug look on his face, looking down at your pussy, your cummed filled pussy. 

He then quickly left to run to the bathroom, he came back with a warm rag to start cleaning you. You gasped at the feeling on the rag on your sensitive pussy. 

“I'm sorry baby.” He said. “I’ll try to be fast.” He quickly responded. He slowly went faster, still wanting to be soft with you. “Its ok baby.” you whispered. He smiled down at you, he had left to put the soiled rag in the bathroom. He lightly hit your thigh. “Come on baby, you need to use the bathroom.” He told you. You sat up and got out of bed, holding on to Lando for support, once you got done in the bathroom you headed back to bed and layed down. Lando quickly followed, pulling your body close to his. It didn't take you long to fall asleep. Lando then looked down at your sleeping face and smiled. 

“I'm the luckiest guy on the planet.” He said while closing his eyes. 

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[harlowtales]

Jack needs Y/N more than he realizes when jealousy gets the best of him

18+ ONLY - Adult Themes

***Use of all names is purely fictional

“Where the fuck are you going Y/N?” Jack said surprised to see you packing. He just got back from recording in LA and was going to take a few weeks off.

“I actually made some friends and I’m heading off for a weekend in the country!” You squealed with glee, but Jack did not have a smile on his face. “…and nice to see you too sheesh.” You said rolling your eyes and pushing past him to get to your closet. You were forgetting your crocks and hoping to find a spot for them in your open and overflowing suitcase on the bed.

“No the fuck you aint.” He said like a domineering father.

“Awwww Jackman you’ll be fine without me for 72hours.” You said cheerily finally getting your suitcase closed by sitting on it.

“72 fucking hours ain’t a weekend last I checked.” He said grumpily

“You’ll be fine.” You said ignoring his exasperation and checking the group chat for any updates on who was picking you up when. Jack was a tad dramatic anyway so you didn’t really take him seriously at the moment.

“Not very professional coming from my assistant” he mumbled now distinctly in a bad mood.

“I’m not your assistant. I’m a house guest remember?” You responded now getting irritated that Jack refused to give you any titles in his life whatsoever. Long story short, something happened one night that you both agreed should not have, and had not happened since.

You were renovicted from your apartment as the building was being turned into fancy condos so Jack offered you a place to stay until you found another place. While staying with him you started helping Kat with some work and his team realized how good you were at helping him stay organized. They offered you a job and Jack said no. He was developing feelings for you and didn’t want to mix business with anything more complicated personally. This caused major tension as you felt he was unfairly blocking you from an opportunity and you had a huge fight. He wound up confessing his feelings and makeup sex didn’t make up for anything as he still would not define your relationship.

You were still helping Kat as now an unpaid intern and Jack felt that one night was a mistake and he needed to focus on his career so nothing happened again. He would lay in his bed alone trying to shake the memory. So many nights he texted you to come to his room but deleted it. You both talked about when you would leave and you told Jack about your other plans but he put a stop to that and said he could find you other opportunities and for you to stay in Louisville.

To say you fell hard for him was an understatement. The whole situation was confusing and you didn’t realize how much it was draining you. You started writing a book but having to move short notice derailed the whole thing. You had a publisher waiting and were panicking. Jack suggested you stay until you finished it. He believed in you and didn’t want to be the cause of you loosing your focus either.

This limbo with him had become your new normal. Stolen glances across the breakfast table, incidental brushes passed in the hallway never amounting to little more than frustration but both of you were dedicated to your dreams so didn’t cross the line again. You had to avert your eyes when he would be rushing to get ready drinking tea and checking his phone while fresh out of the shower in a towel around his waist and wet curls.

He had to do the same seeing you prance around in a tank top and sleep shorts with a bonnet on and fuzzy slippers. The way he wanted to bend you over sometimes was too much. In a weird way though you two became happy roommates. There was only one thing Jack wanted and that was for you to be around when he was in town. He said this was for work purposes but it was because he missed you so much when he was away. To see you packing now when you knew he was back made him downright angry.

You hadn’t done it purposely but you had made a new group of friends in the writing community in Louisville and everyone was going on this retreat to work on projects in an idyllic Kentucky country setting. Jack didn’t like there were guys in this group. Sensitive types that were accomplished authors. Just the type that you could bond with intellectually and leave him forever. He knew conversation was your love language so even while he was away he called often but felt like he didn’t have what it took to really stimulate you mentally like those guys.

You felt like you were starting to slip away and maybe it was for the best because nothing was possible with Jack anyway. This one guy in the group Jason was so engaging and you were looking forward to his reading circles and getting to know him this weekend. Jack knew how much you liked Jason’s new novel. He felt so jealous every time he caught you curled up with pups reading it.

“You really like this Jason character huh?” Jack said one night as he had his feet up watching soccer and you were deeply immersed in Jason’s book. He felt like swatting it out of your hands.

“It’s such a moving story. I hope to be half as good as this” You said wistfully smiling showing your one dimple and pushing up your glasses which drove Jack crazy.

“I have no doubt you’re way better than that.” Jack said disdainfully of Jason.

“I’m honoured to even know him. Want some popcorn?” You said cheerily getting pups off you and heading to the kitchen. It was one of your more lazy days at home and you had no idea that Jack was in heaven there with you. He would occasionally glance at you and smile while you were reading wishing you could lay on him and he could hold you giving you kisses on the top of your head as he watched the game. He snapped out of his delusion with the Jason conversation.

“Hey missy did you write at all today?” He would often chide when things he didn’t want to think about crept in or uncomfortable feelings.

“Nope. I’m chilling today.” You said happily taking a huge handful of popcorn. Jack promptly ripped the bowl away from you.

“You want to be as good as some dork Jason? Get off the couch and go to your room and write” he said firmly.

“Fuck you.” You said defiantly grabbing another handful before heading for your room. You knew he was right but didn’t like his bossy tone.

He settled in with pups with a smile on his face knowing he had disrupted your time with Jason’s book and knocked it off the couch for extra enjoyment.

Fast forward back to now. He felt a tightness in his chest with anxiety creeping in. “Does Kat know you’re doing this?” He questioned

“Doing what?” You said distractedly with air quotes as you texted Emily you were almost ready.

“Y/N.” Jack said trying to get your attention “I need details. You live here, and I kinda feel responsible if anything happens to you.” He said concerned

“Jack it’s all good. Emily will be here in like 15mins don’t worry there’s going to be 20 people there. Jason is leading the whole thing for up and comers like me and I’m so excited to learn from him. I really need his advice.”

“You won’t be up and cumming at all at any point on this trip understand?” He said looking down on you every bit asserting his 6 foot 3 frame.

“Relax alpha male” You said touching his chest in a way that made him raise an eyebrow and tingle. Old Jack would have you on your back so fast it would make your head spin, but he had matured and just hoped one day when he had more time for a relationship he hadn’t permanently fucked it up with you.

“I’ll see you in a few days. Only call me in an EMERGENCY. Got it? And look after my puppy.” You said roughing up pup’s curly fur and kissing her while she panted joyfully in Jack’s arms. Emily texted she was downstairs. You gathered your things and stepped into the elevator that opened up directly into Jack’s penthouse.

“You’re upsetting pups but have fun.” Jack said cradling her as if protecting her from your cruelty.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed. Jack was passed clingy now and totally dependent on you. “Well pups it’s just you and me here this weekend. Or does it have to be?” He said picking up his phone and scrolling to see what ex would answer and come over, but that didn’t feel right. He decided to order dinner since you weren’t there to cook a home cooked meal and write some new stuff. A song about a girl he couldn’t be with but couldn’t leave.

PART 2

Jack was miserable the entire 3 days. Nobody could get him out of the house. He sank into a place where he just wrote songs in the dimly lit studio. He rejected offers to play soccer, to go to the Hub and DJ, to hang out with one of his exes who was just “checking in” that he easily could have had swing by and scratch his itch. The problem was he had nothing to scratch. You were on his mind heavy and he couldn’t shake it.

“Hunny Urban called me and said you’re in a funk. Want to talk to your old mom about it?” Jack’s mom said in her loving way when her son was in a low mood.

“Naw I’ll be fine I just…I need to just be more my own man.” He said reflectively

“Who is she this time?” His mom said completely unaware of the whole dynamic but had suspected Jack and you had something happen at some point. She just knew her son too well. You were completely what he was looking for and it bewildered her why you weren’t a couple already. “Did you and Y/N have another argument? Hunny you know she’s headstrong but she’s an intelligent girl. You’re a writer you get it.”

“We didn’t have a fight. She’s a good roommate.” Jack said dismissively

“Ok I’ll pretend that’s the truth.” His mom said

“She just…she doesn’t understand certain things, like it’s not important to her, she just flounces around foot loose and fancy free ya know? Like her book is due and she’s reading another book by some fucktard author she’s crushing on. Makes no sense. She lacks discipline ya know?” Jack said way more than he wanted to.

“Oh I see.” His mom replied pensively. “She’s a fly by the seat of her pants kinda gal but works for you for free tending to your business everyday but she’s not responsible. As I understand she cooks too with her busy schedule that revolves around you and looks after the dog? Is it maybe this little crush on someone else your issue?”

“You know what? I need to focus and she needs to focus. She could never be my girl because I need someone so opposite to her. I mean the other day I walked in on her feeding pups extra treats and singing and dancing with her like what?” Jack said critically but obviously in pain missing your sweet goofiness.

“Wow sounds like a real bad situation.” His mom said rolling her eyes on the other end but Jack could feel it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me mom.” He said defensively. “It doesn’t sound like a big deal but it is. You know what? As soon as she gets back imma tell her she needs to find somewhere else to go because this ain’t working. I can’t even have girls in my crib anymore like a normal man.”

“So she’s away? And where’s all these girls in your crib as you say.” His mom asked. She had a way of talking to Jack that made him come to his own conclusions.

“Mom don’t start.” He said “She’s irresponsible. She knows she’s supposed to be here when I’m here. It’s unprofessional for her to just bounce and be out in god knows where countryside retreat or wherever the fuck she went with his Jason loser. So he’s written a few books. Does he have platinum records? Does anyone know who da fuck this guy is?” Jack fumed his anxiety on full display.

“Wait. Y/N is on a writing retreat with THE Jason Meyers??? Hunny this is great for her! He’s a 4 time New York Times bestselling author! This could be Y/N’s big break!” His mom said excitedly

“You know, why am I even talking to you? I gotta go pups is hungry and needs a walk.” Jack said using his dog as an excuse to get out of a conversation that was bringing up all his insecurities.

“Ok hunny I’m here if you need me I love you!” His mom said cheerfully

Jack was so frustrated nobody understood him. The walk with pups did him good and he went to the gym to work off some steam. He felt much better and was lying on the couch drifting off when he heard the elevator doors open and you rustling around. He jumped up and startled pups who ran to greet you. “Hello pupsy wupsy!” You said so happy to see her.

“Hey.” You said cooly to Jack

“Sup” He said ultra casually, not moving from the couch.

“It’s ok don’t move to help with my suitcase.” You said sarcastically as you struggled with it down the hallway to your room.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He said after you lazily snuggled in a blanket.

You had a great time, but wasn’t going to tell Jack about the offer you had from Jason to read your manuscript and pitch it to his publisher to get you more money and way more exposure. Jack didn’t seem to like Jason and it would only put him in a pissier mood than he already was these days. You decided to stay in your room away from him and got comfortable in bed so tired from the long drive.

You heard a soft knock on your door. “Come in.” You called out as you changed channels on the TV.

“Does my breath stink or something? Why you didn’t come out of your room?” Jack asked sitting on the bed. He was waiting for you to tell him all about it.

“Jack. Leave me be please I’m exhausted, and no time for whatever mood you’ve been in.” You said honestly

“Y/N can we talk?” He asked softly. You immediately knew it was important by the scrunch in his brow.

“Of course are you ok? I’ve been concerned. You’re always so supportive and the minute I have this big opportunity to network you’re so down on me. Did I do something wrong?” You asked looking him directly in his warm blue eyes

“Y/N….this thing we’re doing… or not doing…I can’t do it anymore. While you were away I had a chance to think and talk to my mom and ummm, I hope we can still be friends but…” He hesitated

“Say no more. I’m as good as fucking gone. Lucky I haven’t even unpacked because I won’t. I’m out. If I can just sleep that would be great and then say no more. I’ll leave in the morning.” You said completely done at this point. “Get some other flunkie to watch your dog and make your breakfast, and schedule your life. I have things to do in MY LIFE!!!” You yelled and burst into tears. “…and fuck any deals. Fuck Jason fuck Kentucky!”

“Whoah whoah whoah what? Fuck Jason what happened? Did he…did you guys…”

“No. Jason is engaged to a ballet dancer he is very much spoken for. I just admired him and his work.” You said now a teary mess. “He offered to read my book and pitch to his publisher but fuck all that now. Every time I get something good I have to move again. I hate it here!!!! Kiss my ass bluegrass!!.” You said now full on bawling.

“Y/N that’s fantastic!!” Jack said but realized what he had done and how he had been making you feel for months. “I’m so sorry I’m a complete fool.”

“You’ve always got me on some rollercoaster. I’m the fool!” You said hitting him now in frustration “Get off my bed! Your bed…what the fuck ever! I don’t fucking care anymore!” You yelled but Jack interrupted you with a massive tight hug and you collapsed in his arms so weary from fighting him and this “arrangement”.

“I can do no right with you. You’re sooooo fucking bossy!” You said but it felt so good to be hugged by him, to feel his warmth.

“Y/N please I ain’t that bad, am I?” Jack asked kind of knowing the answer.

“So bossy.” You restated calming down now and blowing your nose.

“Ok damn. I get it I’m bossy.” He said partially offended but knowing he was hard on you because he didn’t want to wind up in bed and in love. You had the potential to hurt him more than he could handle. With both of you distracted with work it was his hope it would prevent anything from happening “Kiss my ass bluegrass is next level though that was too far.” He laughed.

“I was wrong.” He continued “I can learn from you and relax sometimes and I been an asshole pushing you. I thought you were hung up on Jason and I couldn’t take it. I was a shell of myself when you left. I barely left the condo.”

“Are you serious?” You said between sniffles. “I was literally only gone for 3 days. You’re kind of pathetic”

“Thanks.” He said sarcastically “I’m just so dependent on you now and that’s my fault. If you want to leave and find a real relationship I can’t hold you, but if you give me a do over I would really really love that and I would show you I love you because I do. I realized how much the last little while so I amped up being a hard ass to run from my feelings. Matter fact, I got you something months ago and been too scared to give it to you. One sec” He said and disappeared. He returned with a jewelry box and gestured for you to take it.

You froze. Was this happening? “One minute this man was ready to kick me out and now a damn near proposal?” You thought with your head pounding from all the crying and screaming. You waited for him to open the box.

Inside was a blinding diamond fountain pendant and chain. “Welcome to team Private Garden Y/N, my new Senior Assistant. I hope a salary of $150,000 a year is helpful and Kat now reports to you. I hope the title permanent live-in girlfriend suits you as well. No hiding, this our shit now and everyone will know. You cool with that?”

“Well…I don’t know I might be on a book tour but I’ll see if I can pencil your little job offer in.” You said lifting up your hair as Jack placed the stunning piece around your neck. The fans seeing that symbol of being team PG was going to send the internet into a frenzy but for now you were savouring this moment.

“Take it or leave it, but please never leave me and pups again. I had left over pizza all weekend.” Jack said tackling you and planting a deep kiss on your lips with pups barking excitedly.

“Wow. You are so sad.” You said teasing him and kissing him with his full weight on top of you, he started to rise and you knew it was the time you both had wanted for so long. You turned off your bedroom light “Oh Jack” you moaned.

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice @ride4harlow

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Left at the Altar - Hangman (Part 3)

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Reader (Ex-Girlfriend!Reader)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Some Light Angst; References to Sex; Second Person POV ("You"), No Y/N, No Physical Descriptions of Reader

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: You struggle with your life back in Texas. Is California calling your name?

A.N. I double-checked and I'm pretty sure that I added everyone to the tag list who requested it and has their age on their blog, so hopefully this works.

Part 1 Part 2 Epilogue

Master List

Sitting on the couch of your childhood home, you held your wine glass close to your chest.

It was officially two days after you were left at the altar and the last forty-eight hours of your life were practically a blur.

After your night with Jake, you were forced to deal with reality. You moved out of the apartment that you shared with your ex and went through the process of literally cutting him out of your life one photo at a time. Literally. Your name wasn’t on the lease since you moved into your ex’s bigger apartment a few months ago, which worked to your advantage.

You dropped off anything to do with your wedding at your ex’s family’s home, including your wedding dress, since they paid for it and told them to do whatever the hell that they wanted with it. Or they could bring it back to you and you’d burn it.

And your last spiteful move against your ex was cancelling your honeymoon reservations and the extra ticket that he bought his mistress the night before they were supposed to fly out. And the best part was that they had already checked in. Your ex tried to angrily text and call you after he got to the airport, but you just blocked him and moved on.

And now here you were: moved into your childhood bedroom, with your life in a suitcase and a bunch of taped up cardboard boxes. Truly living life to the fullest. Well, at least you had some wine that your mom may or may not have stolen from the reception venue.

The night chill seeped through the screens on the windows and the back door and forced you to pull on a sweatshirt. It was one of Jake’s old faded UT ones that he got when you were both sixteen. He quickly grew out of it and you were happy to take it off of his hands. You kept it in the deepest corner of your closet when you were living with your ex-fiancé, but now, you wore it openly.

You thought that it would have been inappropriate to wear an ex-boyfriend’s sweatshirt in the apartment that you shared with your fiancé. Of course, you thought that fucking someone else would have qualified as inappropriate, but perhaps you didn’t have your priorities straight. You should have started wearing it months ago.

Taking a sip of your wine, you sighed and leaned back against the couch.

Even in the darkest days of your relationship with Jake, he never once degraded you like your ex-fiancé did. Sure, Jake could be an asshole and you were the first person to tell him that he was being an asshole, but he wasn’t irredeemable. He had his faults but his heart was always in the right place.

Your ex on the other hand; there was absolutely no way to justify his decision to break up with you over text on the morning of your wedding day. You were done with him and with the whole picture. Luckily, you already deleted and cut up all the remaining photos of the two of you together.

The sound of footsteps caused you to open your eyes and turn towards the stairs. Your mom slowly walked downstairs and smiled softly when she saw that you were still awake. Making her way over to you, she sat down beside you on the couch and squeezed your shoulder.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked softly.

“Something like that,” you replied, just as quietly.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you answered honestly, trying to force a small smile.

“Did you hear from Jake?”

“Yeah, we’ve been texting a lot. He apologized for fact that he had to run out.” You nodded slowly, pursing your lips together as you let a breath out of your nose. “But it’s not his fault. That’s just how it always goes with the two of us.”

“Why does it have to work out like that?” your mom asked softly.

“That’s just how it’s always been, Mom. You know that,” you replied, turning to stare down at your wine glass. “When we’re together and alone, everything is perfect. Everything feels right and I never ever felt like that with someone else. But then reality hits and we have to go back to the paths that we picked and . . . we’re separated in the end again.”  

Your mom nodded solemnly, though her expression gave away her opinion on the subject. Straightening up, she glanced out the window at the rose bushes that sat right below your childhood bedroom window. The ones that were planted there for a very specific reason.

“I remember when your father bought those bushes,” your mom stated wistfully, causing you to pick your head up and turn around.

“You mean when he tried and break me and Jake up?” you mused, shaking your head.

“He was trying to prevent you from sneaking out and Jake from sneaking in,” your mom corrected you with a small smile. “And how well did that work?”

“Not even in the slightest,” you replied without skipping a beat. You smiled softly as you glanced out at the familiar bushes, working through some of the associated memories. “I remember when he fell into them one night. He showed up the next day to school looking like he lost a fight with a cactus. Told his parents and everyone that he fell off a skateboard and they somehow bought it.”

“And did he come back after that?”

“He might have,” you stated with a shrug, earning a look from your mom. “A few times.”

“Exactly,” your mom responded, folding her hands in her lap. “He kept coming back. He keeps coming back to you no matter what life throws in front of the two of you.”

“He does,” you agreed quietly.

“I mean, how many times have the two of you been in a relationship?”

“A few,” you replied, earning another look from your mom. “Seven or eight, depending on factors that I need to be a bit little drunker to discuss with you, Mom.”

“My point is,” your mom continued, resting a hand on your arm, “you two keep finding your way back to each other. Over and over again. And honey, I have to tell you this honestly. I’ve never seen you happier than you are when you’re with Jake. You could combine your love for all of your other exes and it still wouldn’t compare to the affection that you have for Jake. And we can all see that.”

“I know, Mom,” you replied softly, trying to not choke on your emotions. Letting out a breath, you sunk further into the couch. “I was so stupid for thinking that marrying anyone else was going to solve any of my problems. Or make me happy.”

“Well, the good news is that your ex looks like a complete ass and now you get to go on and live your fairytale without that burden on your shoulders,” your mom stated, squeezing your hand. “And, honey, I want you to have your fairytale. I want it for you so badly.”

“I know, Mom.”

“And I think that Jake is that person for you,” your mom reiterated, rubbing your arm soothingly. “You let him go and he let you go because you two loved each other and you wanted what was best for each other. But despite that, you two still found your way back together so many times that you can’t even keep track. And that sounds a lot like love to me.”

“I love him, Mom,” you confirmed for her. “I do. I love him so much.”

“Then why are you staying here?” your mom asked you, causing you to sit up more. “Honey, I know that you love living here, but I don’t want you to hold yourself back from your happiness because you’re scared of taking that first step out.”

You nodded slowly, not really sure what else to say. Your mom pulled you in for a hug. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, like she did when you were a kid, she squeezed you tightly to her chest.

“I just want you to be happy, sweetheart,” your mom whispered to you. “And I know that I taught you to not rely on other people for your own happiness—and you still shouldn’t—but you always just seem happier when you’re with him.”

“I am happier when I’m with him, Mom,” you agreed, burying your face into her shoulder.  

“Then I think that you have your answer, sweetheart.”

~~~~~

After another long day at work, the Dagger Squad decided to go out for a cold beer together before taking some time for themselves. Except for Coyote, that is, who made some excuse about having to run a random errand.

It was a warm spring afternoon, so the Dagger Squad gathered out on the back deck to get away from the afternoon rush. Hangman glanced down at his phone frequently, waiting for your text. After your shared night in the honeymoon suite, the two of you had been texting frequently. Obviously, you were both busy, but you tried to text a few times a day.

But today, you weren’t answering. Jake didn’t want to jump to conclusions on anything, but it still struck him as odd. Especially because he knew that you had the next few days off because you were supposed to be on your now cancelled honeymoon.

“If you don’t put your phone down, you’re paying for the next round, Hangman,” Phoenix warned him, taking a long sip of her drink. “Remember Maverick’s rule?”

“He’s not here,” Hangman replied back, though he still stowed his phone away. “No need to try and win the teacher’s pet award.”

“Says the man who always sits in the front row of every briefing,” Bob spoke to his pilot’s defense.

“He’s got you there,” Phoenix stated with a proud smirk.

“You know, I think that I speak for everyone when I say how happy I am that the two of you chose to keep flying together,” Hangman replied sarcastically, reaching for his beer.

“You get crabby when Coyote’s not here to back you up,” Rooster quipped as Hangman took a swig of his beer. “Actually, you’ve been crabby for a while now.”

“Been hanging around you guys for too long,” Hangman replied without missing a beat, setting his beer down on the table.

“You just had a break from us,” Rooster pointed out, shifting in his seat.

“Wasn’t long enough,” Hangman stated, reaching for his phone again.

“Well, Coyote’s here to cheer you up,” Fanboy announced, staring down the boardwalk. Fanboy frowned slightly and straightened up a bit. “But he’s got a woman with him.”

That announcement got everyone else at the table to whip around to stare down the boardwalk. Coyote was, in fact, walking over with a woman. And who was that mysterious woman who may or may not have spent half an hour in an airport bathroom making sure that she didn’t look like she woke up at three that morning to get to the airport to get to San Diego?

You smiled softly and waved to Jake, who was completely shocked to see you in California. And, of course, you wore a sundress that he bought you. He felt obligated to get it for you after the two of you got a little handsy in a dressing room while you were trying it on.

“Who the hell is—” Rooster’s question was cut off by Hangman practically knocking over the entire table with how fast he got up from the table. “Jesus Christ,” Rooster complained as some beer spilled on his jeans. “Really, Hangman?”

But Jake was already bounding down the boardwalk, slipping around the tourists, civilians, and other naval personnel. The Daggers stared after Hangman with mildly confused expressions and curious stares. Except for Coyote, who grinned when he spotted Hangman hurrying over.

“You know,” Coyote told you with an amused smile, “I think that Javier is a very strong name for a baby boy. It rolls right off the tongue.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you promised Coyote with a small chuckle.

Coyote shot you a wink before walking towards the Hard Deck. Coyote sent Jake a mock salute that Jake returned before continuing on his way. You stopped in your approach since Jake was moving fast enough for the both of you and simply held out your arms.

The rest of the Daggers watched as Jake scooped you up into his arms and spun you around. You laughed and hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist to avoid any risk of falling onto the weathered wood below.

“What are you doing here?” Jake breathed out, slowly placing you back on your feet.

“Well, I had a few days off,” you replied softly, smoothing down the creases on his shirt. “And so, I hopped on the first flight that I could get to San Diego. I thought that I would surprise you.”

“I’m certainly surprised,” Jake mused, resting his forehead against your own.

Gently guiding your chin towards his own, your lips met in a soft embrace. Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You cupped his cheeks with your hands and deepened the kiss perhaps beyond what was respectable in public.

But hell, Miramar was a Navy town. This was far from the most indecent reunion kiss that this town had ever seen before.

Coyote walked over to where the other Daggers were gathered and took Hangman’s spot. If Coyote knew how Jake operated when you came to visit, he wasn’t going to need his seat back.

“Hangman has a girlfriend?” Bob asked Coyote curiously, assuming that he knew all.

“I think ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t really cover it anymore, honestly,” Coyote replied honestly.

Back on the boardwalk, you reluctantly pulled away from Hangman’s lips for a little air. Smiling goofily, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and just simply took in the fact that he was right here in front of you once again.

“How long are you in town for?” he asked you, slowly opening his eyes.

“Until Sunday,” you replied, meeting his gaze again. “So, we’ve got about five days together.”

“No time to waste then,” Hangman reasoned, picking up your bag from where you placed it on the ground. “This is it?”

“Yeah, I packed light because I needed to fly standby.”

“That’s fine. You won’t need to wear anything once we get back to my apartment,” Jake stated with a wink, earning a light smack to his arm.

Jake led you over to where his truck was parked. He put your bag in the backseat and handed you the keys. Jake sprinted back to the Hard Deck to pay his tab and gift Javy some beer for the surprise. Dancing around the invasive and curious questions from the rest of the Dagger Squad, Jake returned to your side as fast as he could.

“Ready?” he asked, shutting his door.

“Ready,” you agreed, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips.

Jake backed up out of the spot and started driving to his apartment. Once he put his truck back into drive, he reached over and grabbed your hand, threading your fingers together. You returned the gesture and squeezed his hand, trying to not melt into the seat when Jake pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I missed you,” you told him softly, smiling over at him.

“I love you,” he returned confidently.

“You always have to one-up me,” you sighed, shaking your head playfully. “But I love you too.”

“What’s not the love?” Jake replied with a playful wink.

“Did you want me to get out the list?”

“Harsh,” Jake stated, smirking a bit. “Don’t worry, I can think of a way that you can make it up to me.”

“I intend to . . . Lieutenant.”

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[pabtsblueliving]

Never Changed

Another song-spo fic. Been feeling Knoxville heavy these past few days. Saw an edit by someone of tik tok of him during the Gumball Rally with this song…brain rot occurred. 

WC 1.2K

Warnings: angst, flirting, semi-established on and off relationship, smoking, drinking, making out, groping etc. 18+

Song: Change (In the House of Flies) by the Deftones

I tried my best making the reader as body neutral as possible, still working on improving!

pabtsblueliving © 2023

You and Knox had been on and off for years. 

It was cat and mouse for as long as you could remember. 

You were a well known model, walking for Versace, Gucci, and Mugler since 2004. You somehow got roped into the Jackass crew when you had went to the first premier of the movie which was a backyard BBQ with celebrities left and right, playboy models and hustler girls walking around everywhere you looked.

Youd shown up with friends, Knoxville stealing you to say hi right after youd grabbed a drink.

“Big fan” He smiled, god that smile

“Likewise” you spoke, shaking his hand.

I watched you change, into a fly

I looked away, you were on fire.

It was breaking up and making up, every few months. Youd fuck, youd fight, youd see him in the tabloids with a new blonde the next day. Then after your declaration of finally being “done with him”...He’d show up backstage of your latest runway show.

I watched a change in you, It's like you never had wings

Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change

Bam Margera had invited your best friend to come to the bar the Jackass Crew and himself were at in New York City. You knew he would be there, and you told yourself no…don't feel into his ego…don't show him, he still had you wrapped around his finger.

“Come on, Y/N, seriously…for me? You know ive been into Bam lately…And you know all those guys anyways! Who cares if Johnny will be there” Your friend, Melissa, had a big grin, batting her lashes at you.

You looked at her and let your head fall back as you sighed, 

“Fine…Mel, alright I'll come. For. An. Hour” You pointed in her face, walking to your suitcase to pick out something to wear.

She landed a big kiss on your cheek, and you laughed. 

“Y/N, holy shit I love you, I will totally owe you a drink at the bar!” She gleaned, running to put her shoes on. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair. You'd thrown on your outfit Finishing the look with your harness motorcycle boots, and that one final…accessory.

His belt

God, you'd stolen that belt from him two years ago and he hasn't asked about it back since. The jewelry around your neckline and wrists clanged together as you reached for it. 

It was black, some studs, and his old red Waylon Jennings belt buckle on it. You were wearing it, you had to. Mess with him a little, tease a little, maybe piss him off…who knows what wearing this belt would do to you. 

I took you home, Set you on the glass

I pulled off your wings, Then I laughed

You and Melissa walked into the dive bar in Brooklyn. You had looked around, spotting Wee-man hand standing on the bar while also funneling a beer. 

You and Melissa couldn't help but to groan while laughing, what the hell did we get ourselves into.

“Well, well, I knew you’d be here.” You hear a familiar, Pennsylvanian accent slur.

Melissa turned around, and smiled, giving him a hug. You still had no idea if he had said that to you, or his date who’d finally arrived.

Bam smiled and hugged Melissa, then looked up at you in their embrace, and spoke

“Yeah, I'm talking to you.” He laughed, and Melissa pulled away. “Good luck” He said, accent prominent, and pulling Melissa on his arm towards the other guys.

Melissa looked back and cringed, mouthing ‘Sorry’ as she continued to walk with Bam. A few minutes later, youre standing at the end of the bar, chin in your hand, waiting for your much needed gin and tonic. 

“...So that’s where my belt has been, huh.” You heard that voice, his voice, shit, compose yourself a bit, dont turn around yet.

You kept yourself facing the bartender, feeling Johnny’s looming figure just inches behind you.

“Yeah, well…” You turned around, straw in your lips.

“I always thought it looked better on me, no?” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, taking another sip.

I watched a change in you, It's like you never had wings

Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change

He looked down at you, and tilted his sunglasses down.

“I take it back…you look quite lovely tonight, Rabbit.” He said softly, taking off his sunglasses fully.

That nickname, he's playing a dangerous game, but he's playing it just right

“Starting already, Knox?” You couldn't help but to smile, you two were like magnets whenever you were five feet within the same space together. 

“Whaaat, Y/N…you’re being mean tonight…are you breaking up with me?” He joked, smiling after his last few words. 

“Don’t you wanna catch up?” His arms slapped against his thighs, grabbing his beer from the bar and taking a sip.

“What to hear about the next blonde youre seeing?” You rolled your eyes, “Dont think im too interested, Knox. 

I look at the cross, then I look away

“Hey…come on now, that's over with…” He stepped closer, you're now trapped between him and the bar. “Come have a smoke with me…” He grinned, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. 

I'm in for it, and now I'm crossing a path that's near impossible to turn around on.

He lit your stick, then his. You had your back against the brick wall, him leaning on the wall on his side, on arm holding him up above his head. 

You both took a drag, making eye contact, not breaking with the other. He exhaled his smoke, stepping closer, his hand with the cigarette stroking the side of your face, thumb going over your lip. 

“I always forget how gorgeous you are, rabbit…” he pulled up your chin as you took another drag

“How do we,” You exhaled the smoke, “always end up like this, huh, John?” 

Your mind was fuzzy, you had a buzz, desire.

“Maybe this is just…meant to be.” He took your cigarette and put it out, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a smoldering kiss.

You gasped, usually you're able to fend him off for at least another hour. But, the inevitable is going to happen. 

You pulled him in by his belt buckle, whining into the kiss. The feeling of his tongue shooting straight to your core. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, your favorite. 

Give you the gun Blow me away

I watched a change in you It's like you never had wings

His right hand sneaked down, and grabbed a handful of your ass slowly, and he groaned. You took this opportunity to stick your tongue between his lips and grab a handful of his hair.

“PJ” You whined…taking a breath

“Baby, come on, baby, if you call me that you know this will be a long night…” He grabbed you by the chin.

You held his belt buckle, teasing the trail of hair leading down under his dickies.

“So let be long, Knox…” You smiled.

[ifidiedinadream]

Last night I dreamt I was BCs photographer for the exit emo tour but during the first dates some girls on twitter started drama and accused me of only trying to get into the guys pants. So, the crew ended up kicking me out in the middle of the night. I had no suitcase or anything just a bit of money and my phone and I had to walk miles until I found a cheap and very nasty motel to stay at.

I broke down crying in my room but the next morning when I was about to leave the motel and try to find a way to the airport Joel and Steve (Ghostkids drummer) appeared in the lobby of the motel and told me they knew that the hate on twitter was only fake rumours and also that they had left the tour to fly back to Finland together with me.

Apparently Joel had stolen a car and we used the same car to get to the airport. They also already had booked a flight for us but the flight was delayed by 10 hours. So, we camped at the airport and played games on Steves switch together. We also got face-timed by Joonas who suddenly was at a beach or something and wore pink heart-shaped glasses and he announced Nico (Electric Callboy) and him got engaged last night.

The dream ended with Joel falling asleep on my shoulder and me playing with his hair while Steve tried to build up a tent inside the fucking airport.

What a fever dream 😂

im so in love with all the LSD induced dreams you guys share with me 😂😂😂😂😂😂

[jellogram]

The people responding to my advice post with "But OP I live in America and the public transport is totally impossible to navigate without my phone!! I'd die!!" That's actually exactly my point. You need to get more comfortable asking for directions, reading maps and schedules, and memorizing routes.

I am also American and cut my teeth navigating San Diego's public transpo (which is not great) until I could get anywhere in the county with no phone. If your town has zero public transpo then RIP but if there's buses and trains at all, you can learn them, I promise.

Here are some tips:

If you are at a station, you are basically golden. Ask an employee for directions or find a physical map/schedule.

Collect those little folded paper route schedules they have on buses to learn where each route goes and how often.

Ask other people at bus stops for help. Ask anyone who looks like they live/work there (i.e. someone in a work uniform, but not someone carrying a suitcase).

Know the local landmarks. If you ask your driver if they go towards X apt building they probably won't know, but if you ask if they cross X street or pass X park then they can probably answer.

If you are going on a trip, memorize as much of this as you can before you get there. Learn which stops/stations are near your hotel and which buses/trains pass by, and memorize the walking route from that stop to your room.

If you are going on a long journey via public transpo, consider bringing printed or handwritten directions from home.

I really cannot emphasize enough how much you need to get comfortable asking strangers for directions. This is a vital thing to do if you ever want to explore anywhere.

This is a transferable skill too. I got stranded in Juneau with a dead phone and managed to get back to my room without too much trouble because I made sure as a teenager that I would be comfortable navigating this stuff without my phone.

Your phone could die, it could break, it could get stolen, you could lose service, you could lose it a fucking drain. It could give you completely wrong directions or no directions at all. Learn how to get around without it. You likely won't always know the most convenient ways around without google maps, but all that matters is that you can get home without it.

[pufflezy]

Authors Note: Everything you recognize is from the Harry Potter series.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Back Home

Lily's POV:

This week has been so great but I'm so excited to go back to Hogwarts today and see everyone again. We're catching the later train back to school because we're meeting up with the girls, Remus and Peter in Diagon Alley this morning to go shopping and hangout outside of school before going back to the craziness of it all.

Remus ended up going home to see his parents for the last couple days of the break because 'they got home early from their trip'. Which even though he won't tell me, I know that's not the real reason he stayed at Hogwarts this Christmas. I assume his transformation wasn't too bad so he was able to leave the hospital wing early enough to still go home.

I got dressed into my brown corduroy flares and brown, green and grey, oversized 'grandpa sweater', as Marlene calls it. Although I truly don't care because it is the most comfortable thing ever. Which Remus would agree with me on considering he wears the same kind of sweaters and I have definitely stolen some of his before.

I'm packing the last of my things into my suitcase when I hear Sirius yelling and people running down the hall. I open my door to see James holding Sirius' trousers and running around with them while Sirius chases him in just his boxers.

"JAMES POTTER, GIVE ME MY DAMN TROUSERS RIGHT NOW!" Sirius yells.

"NO!" James respond, laughing so hard his face is as red as my hair.

"What is going on?" I say, ammused.

"James stole my trousers and won't give them back!" Sirius says.

"I will give them back. After you say you love me." James says, giggling like a kid.

"What?" I laugh.

"I told Sirius I loved him and he didn't say it back. So now he can go out in the cold with no trousers." James answered.

"Well why would I want to say it now, you git?" Sirius yells, annoyed.

"Just tell me you love me."

"No."

"Sirius! Tell me you fucking love me!"

"How about I give you one of my cigs, instead?"

"You mean the ones I bought you?" James says, accusingly.

"Yes." Sirius answers.

"Ok, deal." James nods. He throws Sirius' trousers to him and Sirius throws him a cigarette from his pack.

"I didn't say you could use my lighter though." Sirius says before running back down the hall and locking himself in his room to get dressed in peace.

"Git!" James yells, and then turns his attention to me, "And good morning, beautiful." He smirks.

I roll my eyes, "Morning, James. Should I start bringing my bags downstairs?"

"Why would you do that?" James asks, genuinely confused.

"Because we're leaving soon?" I answer.

"Ever heard of magic, Evans?" He chuckles before waving his wand and dragging them down the stairs like he did with the alcohol at the beginning of the week.

"Right." I laugh.

We walk down the stairs where Fleamont and Euphemia are waiting, "What were you boys fighting over up there?" Euphemia asks.

"He didn't say he loved me back so I stole his trousers." James answers, earning an eye roll from his mum.

"Ya but I gave him one of my cigs so we're cool now." Sirius chimes in from the stairs.

"You all ready to go then?" Fleamont asks.

"Yep." We answer.

We apparate to an empty alley way near the Leaky Cauldron in London. I nearly fall over again but James and Sirius were prepared this time and both put their arms out to catch me. Almost immediately, my senses overstimulate with the noise of busy traffic and crowds of people walking by and the smell of delicious foods mixed with garbage.

"Are you kids sure you're going to be alright in Diagon Alley by yourselves?" Euphemia asks.

"Ya, we'll be fine, Mum." James responds with a smile.

Fleamont reaches into his pouch and takes out 15 galleons, handing 5 to each of us.

"Oh, that's alright, Mr. Potter, I have some money to use." I smile

"Take the galleons, Lily." He insists.

"I can't, really." I reply.

"Lily, trust me, I know from experience. He will not leave until you take that money. So if you want to arrive at Hogwarts before midnight, just take it now." Sirius says.

I look over at Sirius and then back at Fleamont and smile, "Ok, fine. Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Fleamont." He replies, "Mr. Potter makes me sound old." He laughs.

"Right. Sorry, Fleamont." I smile.

"You are old, though." Sirius says.

"Very true. What are you like 70?" James adds.

"Bugger off, you two, I'm not quite 70 yet." He laughs.

"Hey, where are our bags?" I ask, looking around the alley way.

"Oh we brought them to Kings Cross Station, dear." Euphemia answers.

"What?" I say, confused.

"That's what that flash was in the middle of apparating. We made a quick stop to Platform 9 3/4 so our bags will be put on the 11 O'clock train and we don't have to carry them around." James answers, smiling.

"Oh, cool." I say.

"Well we better get going back to work now. You three be very very careful, ok!" Euphemia says.

"We will." Sirius responds.

"And don't get into any trouble at school!" Fleamont adds, "No pranks!" He says with a wink.

"Of course, Dad. We would never." James replies with a smile.

"You better write me, loads, ok?" Euphemia says as she hugs James.

"I will, Mum." He nods.

She turns and hugs Sirius, "Keep an eye on head boy here, will ya?" She says.

"Always do." He smiles. She then gives me a hug and says goodbye before they apparate away.

"Lets go!" Sirius yells and starts marching up the alley way, James and I jogging after him, laughing.

We finally come into sight of the Leaky Cauldron and step inside. It's a dark, dirty little place, but it's got charm. Plus, the best fries you can find in the wizarding world.

We catch sight of everyone sat at a big booth in the back corner and we head over to them.

"Hey guys!" I smile as I skootch in next to Marlene and give her a hug. James and Sirius sliding in next to me.

"How was your Christmas?" I ask.

"It was dreadfully boring." Marlene answers, "Spending a whole week with old people sucks."

I laugh, "I told you it was going to!"

"France was amazing!" Hestia says, excitedly.

"Learn any French?" Sirius asks.

"Retouve moi dans la salle de bain." Hestia says.

"What does that mean?" Peter asks.

"Meet me in the bathroom." Hestia laughs.

"Well no wonder you had an amazing time then." Remus laughs.

"How was Frank's house, Al?" James asked.

"Perfect. His family is the sweetest and look what he got me for Christmas!" She says, holding up her hand to show off her silver tennis bracelet.

"Wow, that's beautiful," I say, looking at it in awe. "I'm so glad you had a good time."

"What about you, Lils? How are the in-laws?" Marlene says with a teasing smile and everyone giggles.

I roll my eyes, "I had a great time staying with James and Sirius and their parents."

"We tried to teach her how to ride a broom and it went horribly." Sirius adds.

"Didn't she tell you how bad she was? That girl cannot ride a broom to save a life!" Hestia laughs.

"I did tell them! They just didn't believe me!" I laugh as well.

"She also got drunk and spilled all her secrets." James smirked at me.

"Shove off, I didn't spill any secrets." I reply.

"Well when information is being kept from someone, it's called a secret." James says, still smirking.

"You know I didn't mean it like that!" I say, turning red.

"Mean what like what? What did she spill." Peter asks, intrigued

"She called James hot." Sirius answers.

"What?!" Everyone says at once.

"Shut up, I did not!" I laugh, now even more red.

"Pretty sure you did." James nods.

"No I just said that you are what most people find hot because you're conventionally attractive. I said you were hot in an obvious way." I plead.

"All I'm hearing is that you think I'm hot and that fine with me, darling." James smirks. I roll my eyes and steal a fry from Alice's plate.

"Wow, where'd you get that flashy thing?" Alice asked.

"What?" I say, confused.

"The necklace. Is that new?" She asks.

"Oh yeah, that's gorgeous." Marlene says, getting closer to inspect it, "Is that real gold and a real emerald?"

"Ya." James answers, and they look at him confused, "I bought it for her for Christmas."

"Merlin, you four are making me sick." Hestia smiles, referring to Alice, Frank, James and I. And I roll my eyes, taking another fry.

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James' POV:

Everyone is getting ready to leave so I head up to the counter to pay for our tab before meeting everyone by the door.

"So are we splitting it then since we all shared?" Remus asked.

"Ya that's fine with me." Marlene says while the others nod.

"Oh, I just payed it." I say, walking up behind them.

"What why? We were all supposed to split it." Peter says.

"Because I didn't get most of you a Christmas gift." I wink and walk out the back door to the brick wall entrance to Diagon Alley, the rest of them following shortly behind.

I tap my wand in the pattern on the wall and the bricks begin to separate, allowing us in.

We walk down the street and go into any shops that look interesting or have things we need to pick up. Lily insists on stopping at Flourish and Blotts. Which of course, I don't mind at all because I wanted to pick up the new Transfiguration textbook that just came out, anyways.

We all enter and start looking around, and although we go in different directions to begin with, Lily and I end up in front of the same stack of new Transfiguration textbooks.

"Oh, sorry." I say pulling my hand back so she can grab the book she was originally going for.

"Its ok," She laughs. "I was just excided about this book. It just came out."

"Ya, I know. I've read about Professor Emeric Switch's work before. It's really interesting. I was actually gonna get a copy too." I laugh.

"Really?" She says, surprised. "You know its not required, right?"

"Ya." I laugh, furrowing my brow at her.

"Sorry, just didn't pin you as one to read textbooks for fun." She says, clearly sensing my confusion.

"Are you kidding?" Sirius chimes in from up the aisle, "James once stayed up for two nights straight reading a random Charms textbook he found in the library from like 1802 or some shit like that." He laughes.

"It was interesting!" I respond, defensively.

Lily laughs too, "Wow, you learn new things everyday I suppose." She says as she turns to make her way up too the counter.

We leave the bookstore and decide to take a break and sit at a table outside a small coffee shop.

"Ya, this is the new bag my parents got me for Christmas." Peter smiles, when Remus asked about his new leather tote bag.

"Nice! Looks good." Remus replied.

"Thanks!" Peter says.

I look at Lily, next to me, and watch as she smiles while talking to Marlene and sips on her coffee. I swear, no matter what she is doing, she is somehow always stunning. Her hair, blowing slightly in the wind and looking gold when the sun catches it right, and the slight dimples that appear on her cheeks when she laughs.

She turns and catches me staring, so I smile awkwardly at her before turning away.

"What now?" She laughs.

"Nothing." I smile.

"You were creepily watching me." She smiles back.

"I was not creepily watching you." I chuckle at her description. "I was simply admiring your beauty."

"Mhm."

"I was! I guess I was just realizing how well that necklace really does match your eyes and how they make your hair colour pop." I smile. "You look beautiful."

She smiles while picking up her coffee and sips it without responding. I continue to look at her, waiting for some kind of snarky comment or her telling me to shove off. But it never comes. I run my hand through my hair and smile again.

"Hi, guys." Greta Catchlove, a seventh year Ravenclaw that Peter has fancied since the start of the year, says from the side of the table, with a friend of hers that I recognize from school but don't know.

"Hey Greta, how was your Christmas?" Lily asks with a charming smile.

"Great, thanks! What about yours?" She replies.

"Also great." Lily says.

"Well.. great." Greta smiles, "Hi, Peter."

"Oh- Hi, Greta." Peter says, looking slightly shocked she knew his name.

"You headed back to Hogwarts this afternoon, too?" She asks.

"Ya, the 4 O'clock train." He says.

"No way, me too." She responds. "I guess I'll see you there then."

"Ya." He smiles.

She smiles awkwardly before walking away.

"Mate, what was that?" Sirius says, looking at Peter.

"I don't know. Leave me alone." He replies, smacking his hand to his face.

I laugh, "You have to be less awkward, Wormy! Confidence is key!"

"Ya, just be slick with it." Sirius adds, sliding his hand through the air.

"Can't be all weird and awkward when it comes to the lady you fancy, take it from the expert." I say with a grin and Lily laughs from next to me.

"Prongs, I hate to break it to you, but you are far from the expert on that." Peter says.

"What do you mean! At least I don't get all stumble-y and red like you, Pete." I respond.

"At least I don't write the girl I fancies initials on my exam papers over and over." Peter says, smirking at me.

I stare at him for a moment and I see in his face when he realizes he's dead, "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never done that."

"Yes you bloody well have, James, don't lie." Sirius says and I smack him on the arm.

Lily is looking at me with a knowing smile and her eyebrows raised, "That's so cute. You wrote a girls initials on your papers cause you fancied her?"

"No, I did not. These guys are crazy. I think they actually smoked something back in the Leaky Cauldron." I say, smiling.

"Merlin, I wish." Sirius laughs. "I do have cigs though. Any takers?"

Remus, Peter, and I all put our hands out for one.

"James I already gave you one today!" Sirius says, annoyed.

"Ya well I gave you the whole pack and I will take them back if you don't share!" I respond.

"You'd take back my gift? How rude of you." Sirius says while holding his hand to his heart for a moment.

"Oh shove off and give me one you git." I laugh.

After the four of us have our smoke, we all start walking up the street again in search of a new shop to look in.

"Come one, guys! Nothing else interesting happened over your breaks? I'm dying here." Marlene begs.

"Sorry, nothing I haven't told you already." Hestia replies.

"Oh, I've got something!" Sirius says.

"How would you have something that we don't have? Nothing else interesting happened." Lily responds.

"That's a lie, you just don't want to tell on yourself cause you're already embarrassed about saying James is hot." Sirius says, smirking.

She rolls her eyes, "What else happened then?"

"You kissed James." He says, eyebrows raised, still smirking.

Everyone stops dead in their tracks, "WHAT?" Marlene yells, "AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?"

"I didn't kiss James! What the heck, Sirius!" Lily yells.

"Well, you did kiss me on the cheek." I say,

The girls all look at Lily with their mouths open, shocked this is the first they're hearing of this.

"Oh, don't make it more then it was, please. It was a thank you for the necklace!" She says, frustrated.

"Hey, it wasn't me that brought it up." I say holding my arms up.

"Sorry, I just thought it was interesting. Marlene was the one who asked!" Sirius said, quickly, pointing at Marlene, accusingly while laughing. Getting a glare from Lily anyways.

"Let's just move on please!" Lily pleads.

"To what?" Alice asks.

"Ice cream!" Remus says excitedly.

"Bit of a weird topic, Moony." Peter laughs.

"No! Ice cream!" Remus says, pointing to 'Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour' up the street.

"I don't feel like ice cream." Sirius groans. Remus pouts at him, "Fine, fine. Lets go get ice cream!"

"Yes!" Remus says, skipping towards the shop.

"That boy and his sweets." I shake my head and laugh.

After we got ice cream, we went into a couple more shops before heading to Kings Cross Station. The platform was surprising packed for the afternoon trip, normally most people take the morning train. But I suppose with everything going on right now, everyone is trying to spend as much time with their loved ones as they can.

"Hey, Peter." Greta says as she walks past us.

"This is your chance, mate, go!" Sirius boasts.

Peter jogs to catch up with Greta, "Hey, sorry about earlier. I was just caught off guard seeing your outside of school, is all."

"Oh, it's ok!" She smiles.

"I was actually meaning to ask you something," Peter says.

"I feel like a proud parent eavesdropping on their kid right now." I say and the others laugh.

"Did you maybe wanna study together later this week or something?" He asks, smiling.

"You want to hangout with me? Alone?" She says, surprised.

"Ya, I really do." He smiles, looking her up and down.

"Just like we taught him!" Sirius says, giving me a low high five.

Greta smiles at him, "Sure, ya. I'd love to!"

"Great. How's Thursday after supper?" Peter asks.

"Perfect." She replies.

"Great. Then I'll see you then." He smiles and she walks back over to her friends.

"Way to go, mate! You've got yourself a lady friend!" Sirius says, patting Peter on the back.

"I feel sick." Peter replies, looking up at him.

"Ya that happens sometimes. You'll be fine." I say.

We finally find an empty compartment to sit in after searching for 20 minutes. Its one of the smaller ones, but we have no other choice.

I sit by the window on the left side of the compartment with Lily next to me and Alice and Hestia next to her. Across from me is Peter with Marlene next to him and Sirius and Remus on the other side of her.

"I don't think these compartments are made for 8 people." Lily says, while trying to get comfortable in her seat.

"Ya maybe 5, max." Remus agrees.

"Well, its the best we're gonna get, so suck it up you two!" Sirius responds.

"James, we have to go to the prefect compartment. You too, Remus."

"What, why?" I ask.

She furrows her eyebrows at me "What do you mean, 'why'? We're head boy and girl, that's why!" She laughs.

"Ok, fine." I say.

She wiggles her way up but trips over someone foot and falls backwards again. Only this time she lands on my lap, not the seat. Mainly because there wasn't much seat to fall onto.

I jump a little and look at her, "Hi there." I laugh.

She glares at me and stands up, "Everyone move your feet right now or I swear to Merlin, I will jinx them all off!"

Everyone immediately pulls their feet in as far as they can and Remus and I stand up to follow after her.

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Sirius' POV:

"Night guys." I yell to James and Lily as they turn down the hall to the head dorms and the rest of us head back to the Gryffindor common room.

"If they don't start dating soon, I'm gonna rip my hair out." Marlene jokes.

"Agreed. Lily needs to hurry up and admit she likes him. Too stubborn for her own good, that one." Remus says.

"Yes! Lames needs to be forever!" I yell.

"Lames?" Alice asks.

"Lily and James. Lames." Peter explains as I nod.

"No way! It's Jily! James and Lily." Marlene says.

"Ya, Jily is way better." Hestia adds.

"Wrong." Peter replies.

"Are you guys going right to bed? I was gonna hangout down here for a bit if you want to join." Alice asks.

"Sure." Peter smiles.

"No thanks. I'm really tired." Remus says before heading upstairs.

"Ya me too. Goodnight you guys." I say and follow behind Remus.

I walk into our dorm and Remus is sat on the side of his bed untying his shoes.

"Hey, we haven't really had a chance to talk much today. How was everything? Any new scars?" I ask.

"No, all good." He smiles.

I walk over to my suitcase and pull out his Christmas gift. I hand it to him and sit on the bed beside him.

"But you already gave me something You didn't have to get me anything else, Pads." Remus says, smiling.

"Shut up, of course I did. I left you,” I laugh. "open it!"

He unwraps the gold wrapping paper carefully and opens the box to reveal the massive amounts of chocolate lay on top of a dark brown leather jacket.

"Wow," he awes, pulling it out of the box. "Its beautiful."

"Beautiful jacket for a beautiful man." I smile at him and I swear I see a blush dance across his cheeks for a second before he hugs me.

"Thank you, Sirius."

"Of course! I missed you."

"I missed you too. I wish I could have spent Christmas with you."

"Me too. I'm glad to be back home." I say, smiling up at him.

"I'm glad you're back home too."

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Chapter 14 up now!

[daechwitatamic]

So for everyone following along at home, the suitcase saga has ended. To recap,

Suitcase was checked at airport 20 min from my house. Flight was cancelled as soon as I got through security.

Baggage attendant (that I waited an hour to speak to) told us bag will be released in about five hours and will be delivered to our home and someone will call to confirm the address when they set out.

Three days of silence.

We finally get through to a human, who tells us the bag was indeed put on an airplane without us and is sitting in another airport in another timezone.

They will put the suitcase back on a plane to my~ airport and it should arrive overnight, we will be contacted when it arrives.

Two more days of silence (: (: (:

We get through on the phone again, the suitcase is at my airport and probably has been for a while!!!

Drive to airport, park, stand in line to speak to agent, only to be told "oh, all those bags are over by Carousel 1, you can just go look" (: (: (:

My suitcase is just sitting there, unguarded, unlocked, just hanging out, no one even fucking checked to make sure it was mine when i wheeled it away

As I wheel it away, I realize it is now MISSING AN ENTIRE WHEEL and I am just dragging fabric along the parking lot concrete (: (: (: (:

ANYWAY somehow nothing was stolen and i have all my stuff back so yaaaaayyyyy but omfg.

[wanderingnork]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

soft tag from @edda-grenade :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

288 (good fucking lord when did that happen)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,547,194 (GOOD FUCKING LORD WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

at the moment, it's Baldur's Gate 3 and Dragon Age. There are plenty of others scattered around as the inspiration strikes, though.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Protector, in which I fused the Protestant Reformation with Dishonored

Everything Important in a Suitcase (Fantastic Beasts)

a better mirror (Fantastic Beasts)

Going Home, in which everyone survives the Battle of Five Armies and Thorin and Bilbo figure their relationship out

i am stretched on your grave, in which Loki doesn't fucking die at the kickoff of Infinity War and ends up breaking the timeline

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As many as I can! Sometimes I don't have the spoons. But fandom is based in relationships with other fans, so...I do my best to foster those.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably blood and a black sword, a fic for the Elric of Melnibone series. Elric tries to kill himself and fails, and while the ending is somewhat hopeful...the last line is his evil sword Stormbringer, which will eventually kill him and everyone he loves, being satisfied that he lived to fulfill his fate. It's pretty grim.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a fair amount of postive-ending fics. Gonna give this one to "Are You a Boy or a Girl?" a wizard101 fic about my nonbinary wizard dealing with gender norms in the Spiral and finding their own place.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. And if I did, I'd mute and block and move on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do! What I write when left to my own devices tends toward the...unhingedly kinky? It's not safe, it's not sane, but it's always consensual! Which is also buckwild to me because I'm about as asexual as they (ha) come.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Oh this HAS to go to Task Force Winchester, a crossover between Supernatural and Suicide Squad. I have a few others that are right up there, but I don't write many.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! One of my FB fics, The Protector, and one of my SPN fics.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YES!!! During my time in the FB fandom I did several, and now with Dragon Age I've collaborated on an entire au featuring my Inquisitor and Saar, @edda-grenade's Inquisitor. As well as a delightful merfolk au with the same cast and co-writer. :3

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

It's gotta go to Dean and Cas. Like, that was formative in many ways, but also...it just works. I love it. Always will. I was "out of the fandom" when it became "canon" and I still ran in circles shrieking with excitement, and promptly wrote a fic about it.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are several unpublished AUs floating around on my computer. The big one is a Pacific Rim/Crimson Peak one. I poke it every time I watch one of the movies.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding, writing quickly, and "show don't tell" in regard to emotions, specifically. I went an entire 30k fic without saying the word "happy" or "sad" and got no complaints from my beta about it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Spacial comprehension, where human limbs go and how far they can reach and/or bend, using ten words when one would do.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Please provide a translation. I've got some of this going on with the githyanki language in my Baldur's Gate fic, and I ALWAYS have some kind of in-text translation or a translation in the author's note. It's a fictional language, people don't speak it. Make it easy on the reader.

Also...make sure it works for the fic and the character. Random interjections (just according to keikaku/keikaku means plan) are awkward. If a character speckles their dialogue with interjections in another language, go for it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Maximum Ride! Unpublished, all of it, but I have SO MUCH FIC laying around. Some of it is pretty decent.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Overgrown. It combines horror, romance, worldbuilding, and one of my favorite pairings with some of the best, prettiest prose I've ever written.

[riflebrass]

That idiot friend I'm always complaining about really hates the homeless. Every single time he sees a homeless person he goes on some big rant about how they have shoes so they can work.

One particular time we saw a homeless guy on a street corner. He went on his usual rant about how they should just get a job. A few minutes later we passed by the area again. The guy was gone but his suitcase was still there. I commented on how that's a good way to get your shit stolen. He piped up that they deserve to have their shit stolen because fuck the homeless.

This guy was living with his mom and wasn't working. He would do a few odd jobs to save up money for a gaming PC or whatever but contributed absolutely nothing to the household. Eventually the house got foreclosed on and his mom left the country so he was out on his ass.

He did alright for a while because he had a network of friends willing to take him in, but rather than looking for work he would just play video games all day and wear out his welcome. One friend let him stay in his shop for several months. Like 5 months I think? Still refused to get a job and eventually he got kicked out. After that nobody would take him in so out of desperation he started squatting in a church. He justified it because "his taxes pay for it". First of all churches aren't tax payer funded at all. Secondly this broke bastard doesn't work so he doesn't pay taxes. Anyway after a week or two he found a note on his sleeping bag telling him to get out and if they catch him again they were going to call the police. He was bitching to me about the church because at some point someone stole his laptop. How heartless do you have to be to steal from a HOMELESS person? Hey remember the second paragraph in my wall of text where he said homeless people deserve to have their shit stolen? Yeah I reminded him of that and rubbed it in his face. After getting kicked out of the church he was on the streets for a few nights. Eventually his dad took him in, he got on Social Security for his ADHD, and he got an apartment. He's living on foodstamps, low income housing, gets health insurance from the state, he even has a caregiver come in a few days a week to just hang out with him all paid for by the tax payers. In his mind he "earned" all of this because his parents were complete failures in raising him. He used to say "my taxes pay for it" but I shut that shit down by telling him one month's benefits are more than he's paid in taxes in his entire life.

Worse yet his mindset towards the homeless hasn't changed one damn bit. He still spews that shit about how they need to just get a job. When I remind him that he was homeless and refused to work his justification is that all the people who took him in offered him help. He didn't beg for it. This fucker really thinks he's better than the pan handler outside the 7/11 because he knew people willing to give him stuff. Total retard. Also the peak irony here is that despite his lifestyle being 100% funded by my tax money he's still a Magatard republican who HATES socialism.

Yeah this guy is absolutely mentally disabled but I don't think he deserves to have his life subsidized. He can work. The big things that make it impossible for him to hold down a job is just him being a complete asshole lmao.

[marvel-trash-bin]

Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

~

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

~

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[ggomomomo]

Pledge Myself to You

Cross posted in AO3 Inspired by Episode 2 of Spy x Family

Marinette leaned against the window of the shop, slightly bouncing on her heels as she checked her wristwatch again. It was fifteen minutes past their agreed meeting time. There was no sign of Tim. Not even a call or message. 

She sighed internally, pulling her coat closer. It happened so quickly—she found a single father in a boutique she frequented and they decided to fake date because of their circumstances. For him, it was for the sake of his child’s schooling. For her, it was because of her brother (and the inevitable need to protect her identity and continue her job). 

In hindsight, it was absurd. They barely even knew each other. But Marinette chose to trust him and went ahead and told everyone she’d be coming with her boyfriend. She had a creeping feeling that it was going to backfire on her. She did not like said feeling. 

“I hope he’s okay,” she whispered to no one in particular. “What if something happened to him?” 

She peered at both ends of the street and continued waiting.

---

“FUCK!” 

Explosions boomed throughout the entire warehouse, followed by an onslaught of gunshots. Red Robin scrambled to get the door, holding it open for Red Hood, who carried the stolen goods out. “Timmy, you dragged me into a death trap!” Hood barked out, pulling out his own guns. 

Red Robin jumped at one of his assailants. “No.” Kick. “Names.” Punch. “On.” Jab. “The.” Dodge. “Field.” Strike. “Jay!” 

Curse the agency’s shortage of spies. He just had to be dragged into another mission to steal back jewelry. On the same day he had to go to the promised party with Marinette!  He was lucky Jason agreed to go with him, or else the task would be a hundred times more inconvenient. 

He glued himself near the entrance, waiting for the goons to come out as Red Hood started the van. His jaw clenched. Thirty-eight of them inside . . . I have less than ten seconds to deal with each. As soon as they popped out, he began, tackling them one by one and picking up discarded weapons. He glared at the van where Jason was comfortably waiting, not even bothering to help him. 

When he finished, he made a mad dash towards the vehicle. 

“I’m so late,” he hissed, frantically removing his cowl. He took one of the suitcases to check if the contents were intact.

Meanwhile, Jason sped through the highway. “It’s your own fault for taking this job.” 

Tim held up a necklace to eye level. “It’s not my fault I’m the best one they have.” 

Jason clicked his tongue. “Show-off.” He madly swerved to the side. “I get a cut, right?” 

“Pick whatever you want.” Tim slammed the case shut after taking a nice diamond ring. “I get this one.” 

---

Marinette shivered. How long has it been? Forty-five minutes? An hour? 

“So this is what it feels like to be stood up,” she mumbled. 

She just had to suck it up and tell Adrien she was still a single, lonely office woman who definitely didn’t have a suspicious side job.  Her worry sprouted from the frequent arrests of the police. If she didn’t have a convincing fallback, she’d end up in trouble and make her brother fuss over her again. 

She walked languidly, wondering if she could skip out on the party instead. But if she did, her coworkers would just gossip about her more often. Plus, she had the gift prepared. Marinette heaved out a sigh, straightened her dress, and headed to the venue. 

Lila greeted her first when she arrived. “Marinette! You’re late!” 

“Sorry, I got held up.” Marinette grimaced and gave her the gift bag. 

“I thought you were bringing your boyfriend.” Alya raised an eyebrow. 

“Ah, um he had an emergency . . .” 

“That’s too bad! I wanted to meet him.” 

She settled on a chair in the corner as the girls whispered among themselves. They’re probably saying I made it all up. Her shoulders slumped. Which, technically, isn’t wrong. 

The party was warm and lively, but she was barely familiar with any of the people. She was a stranger amongst them, a functioning adult who couldn’t fit into the norms of society. She folded her hands neatly on her lap. 

“Hey, Mari!” Nino approached her, handing her a glass of punch. “I was hoping to meet your boyfriend tonight.” 

Marinette forced out a smile. “He got too busy tonight, sorry.” 

“Adrien’s been asking about you, you know,” he relayed. 

She fiddled with her thumbs. “Can—can you tell him I brought a nice guy?” 

“You can’t do that, Mari, you know how Adrien gets really concerned about you!” Alya stepped in. “I’ll make sure he personally gets the news. You can’t just lie to him, he’s your brother!” 

Marinette’s gaze lowered. Why do they have to involve themselves? 

Maybe . . . maybe if I killed everyone here I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. 

She blinked. No! Bad Marinette! 

Nino nervously steered Alya away. “We’ll get out of your hair, Mari. Thanks for coming!” 

Adrien would want me to live a ‘normal’ life. But I can’t let go of something I’ve known for years. Her hands clenched into fists. Maybe it’s better if I leave . . . I have nothing to do here anyway. 

She stood up abruptly. “Excuse me—” 

The door slammed open, revealing a disheveled Tim who had a bloodied head. Scratches littered his hands and face, along with some dirt marks. Marinette gasped as the guests gaped at him. 

Tim swayed a bit as he spoke. “Sorry I’m late! I’m Marinette’s husband, Tim Drake!” 

“Boyfriend, not husband,” Marinette corrected in a whisper. She took out a handkerchief to clean his face. 

“Oh god, I forgot about that,” Tim winced. 

“You okay, man?” A wide-eyed Nino walked over to them. 

“Yup, nothing to worry about!” Tim chirped. “It’s just a client who got a bit aggressive, that’s all. It’s pretty normal in my line of work.” He turned to Marinette. “Are you doing okay?”

Doing okay?! You should ask that to yourself! Marinette’s lips parted. 

“No way! You’re married?” Lila stared at both of them. “We never knew about that, Mari.” 

Marinette could see her livid face reddening and her teeth grinding together. Before she could explain, Lila struck again with her saccharine tone. “Does he know about your late night trips to hotels?” She sneered. “You giving ‘special massages’ to your clients?” 

Marinette bit her lip. Those were my targets! 

Something flashed in Tim’s eyes before he went back to his cheery demeanor. “Mari told me about that already! I think it's admirable.” 

“What?” Lila’s nostrils flared. 

“She worked hard to support her adoptive brother. It’s brave of her to step up after their parents died and she took care of both of them all by herself.” Tim beamed. “So I think it’s pretty amazing.” 

Marinette’s cheeks flushed. “We—we should get going, Tim. It’s pretty late.” 

---

Tim felt embarrassed to bring a creaky van to bring Marinette home but he had no choice. Luckily, she didn’t seem to mind and looked more relieved to get out of the stuffy party. 

“Sorry about the husband thing,” he blurted out. 

“It’s fine,” said Marinette. “Umm, you were still out of it.” 

At the side mirror, he caught a glimpse of a car racing after them. His eyes narrowed. Shit, did they follow us? A tracker in the jewelry? 

The car hit them in the back. “Mari, hold on, okay?” Tim turned the car, pressing hard on the gas pedal. 

“What—what was that?” Marinette turned to look at the back. 

“Uhhh, just those clients!” he laughed uneasily. “Looks like they’re not yet satisfied with the deal.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Is that okay?” 

“We’ll just have to give in to the chase.” 

He parked the van into a corner and they both hopped out to sneak into an alley. There can’t be a lot of them,  right? He took Marinette’s hand and led her into another street. God, I shouldn’t have let Jason leave early. 

He picked up a stray metal bar as they ran. Her hand’s really soft—no, it’s not the time to think about that! 

“Does this happen often?” she quizzed, keeping up with his pace. 

“Not that often,” he explained, “Er—you see, sometimes they do that as a test, like an extra criterion in the business deal.” He stopped and struck two of the men who cornered them, rendering them both unconscious. 

“It’s a special transaction of sorts.” They zipped into another path. “And it’s worked wonders in our projects.” 

“So that’s how it is,” she said thoughtfully. “That’s interesting.” 

Tim fought off another attacker. He pushed the body away but when he looked up, another was leaping towards him. He sidestepped to dodge, but Marinette got a clean kick on the guy, causing him to roll across the cement. 

Marinette’s hands flew to her mouth. “I’m so sorry! I interrupted your transaction.” 

Tim smiled, feeling a tug of pride in his chest. “No worries. Thank you. Outside help is always welcomed.” 

He took her hand again and they fled the scene. That’s a handful of them. There better not be more. I need to think of a way to get rid of them all at once. Gunshots rang out this time. 

“Tim . . .” 

He looked back at her. 

“Do—do you want to get married for real?” 

He immediately stumbled, tensing at her words. Marinette rambled. “It’s—it’s just that we already told everyone, and we—we can at least make it official for the school interview and all. Also, I’m still worried about the cops coming after me. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay! I understand! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have suggested it in the first place—” 

“Mari!” He cut her off, skidding to a stop and holding both her hands. “I’ll be happy to marry you.” 

She stopped. “Re–really?” 

He nodded. “I was planning to bring it up anyway . . .” 

He dug through his pocket. Fuck, where did the ring go?  

“Let’s go get our papers done later,” he offered. 

“Later?” 

“Better than to delay it, right?” 

Tim cursed, hearing voices yelling at them. While they ducked behind a wall for cover, he picked up a fallen grenade from one of the unconscious bodies and bit off its pin before tossing it towards the gunmen. 

“In sickness and in health . . .” Tim recited, hoping he’d get the vows right. 

The grenade flew up in the air. 

“. . . in sorrow and joy . . .” 

He slid the pin ring into her finger. 

“. . . No matter what kind of trouble we run into . . .” 

The blast rattled everything around them, sweeping a wind through their clothes and igniting a blast against the bleak night. But nevermind all of that. Tim was only lost in her eyes and pinkish cheeks. He could hear the pounding of his heart over the explosion. 

“. . . I pledge myself to you.” 

[mothvalentino]

ཐིཋྀ "Tsk, alright then, you come along.", he growled in Cherri's direction before heading for the elevator.

Once they arrived in Velvette's office it turned out that she was freaking out because some lowlife mobsters from another turf had stolen a suitcase full of expensive jewelry from her studio.

Long story short, she wanted Val to go and take care of it because she was busy orchestrating a new fashion show. After a couple minutes of full-throated discussion, Val agreed to get the jewelry back and to take Cherri with him as a backup.

"Un-fucking-believable.", he grumbled in the backseat of his limousine with Cherri sitting next to him.

Various guns and grenades were lying on the floor before them. Val filled the inside of his coat with a couple of them and threw a pack of explosives at Cherri.

"Since you're so good with fireworks you better blast our way in."

They got out of the car, having parked directly in front of the mobsters' hideout which was a large warehouse with a metal gate.

"Don't fucking waste my shells!", Val yelled as he started to fire, mowing down the guards stationed outside the entrance.

Despite the display, Cherri didn’t even flinch, blowing a bubble in her gum with a bored look even as he aimed the gun at her face. Was she used to his temper? Or did she simply lack the self preservation to cower? Who could say.

Bubble audibly popping in the silence following his demanded question, she shrugged up at him.

“That is DECIDEDLY above my pay grade, handsome.” Translation: she wasn’t paid enough to care. It could’ve been for a number of reasons. Something had gone wrong. Something had gone RIGHT. She needed his opinion on SOMETHING and hadn’t wanted to come herself. But whatever the reason, Cherri had neither wherewithal nor the motivation to extrapolate meaning from her actions and save him the trip up the tower.