#need a man willing to walk over fire for me fr fr

[liillyliilly]

Anything For You

nishinoya yuu x reader words; 1309 synopsis; he'll do anything for her, it's as simple as that

Second hand embarrassment would surely be the death of her. Had it not been for Yachi and Yamaguchi being there with her, she might have just melted into the ground. Standing on top of a lunch table was Nishinoya Yuu, and he was singing, no, more like serenading her.

With burning ears and a pit growing in her stomach she tried to urge Nishinoya down from the table.

“Yuu, please get down from there.” She rapidly and repeatedly motioned her arms to the ground next to her, but Nishinoya just shrugged, smiling brightly at her as he took a deep breath and practically screamed the lyrics of the song.

“I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baby, to warm the lonely nights.” His singing voice wasn’t half bad, it was just that his dancing and singing on top of the table warranted a lot of undesired attention for her. Trying to make herself seem smaller, she crossed an arm over her chest and tugged on her earlobe with her other hand.

Eventually he got down from the table once he had finished singing, the students in the courtyard clapping and whistling for him while he gave numerous and boisterous bows to accept the praise. She tugged on his hand, the action asking him to sit down at the table.

“Did ya like the song?” Nishinoya put his face up close to hers, once she gave him a small peck on the lips he nodded and straightened up his back in satisfaction. He slipped his fingers in between hers and began eating his lunch with one hand, not wanting to let go of her grasp.

“It was a very nice song Yuu.” In response to the words Nishinoya brought her interlocked hands to his lips and he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

Nishinoya felt pride swell within his chest, the joy of both making her flustered and happy with his energetic performance seemed to be the cause of his sudden burst of confidence. The rest of the day running by without any problems, people seeming to forget Nishinoya’s effort to make her flustered.

Once she had gotten situated at Nishinoya’s house, sipping on her mug of hot chocolate, he felt the urge to sing again. Much quieter this time. His head resting in her lap, scratching and playing with his hair softly while the TV mindlessly hummed by.

“I love you baby, and if it's quite alright,” He lets out a yawn before pulling a blanket over his body a little bit more, continuing his mumbled singing in his tired state, “I need you baby to warm the lonely nights.”

“I love you Yuu.” She leaned down and kissed his temple and he grinned before rubbing his face into her thighs a little bit more.

No one quite understood Nishinoya and his girlfriend, an amazingly talented 3rd year volleyball player with his side character girlfriend. Nishinoya never made her feel like a side character though. With all the side quests he takes her on, she feels like the main character in her life.

The theme park date probably wasn't even in the top ten best dates she and Nishinoya had gone on. And she raved about that one for at least a month. However, sometimes, his drive surpassed her's when it came to unique and life altering experiences.

Really though, sometimes, his energy was just too high for her.

Nishinoya really liked having a girlfriend. He especially liked all the benefits that came with having a girlfriend.

He had someone to pour his love and attention onto. But at times he found it difficult to give her just his attention, instead of his teasing. In hindsight, she really should have told Nishinoya what was acceptable for him to do in public. One of his favorite things to do was to nibble and bite down on her neck and ears. Especially when she was just casually talking to her friends.

It was the Friday before a short break from school, but she was busy chatting with her fellow club members. Nishinoya had finished volleyball practice over an hour ago, but his girlfriend was still talking. He admired her ability to keep a conversation going, but he really wanted to go back to her house to finish their show. It was the finale episode and he had to know if the main character would finally kiss the love interest.

Nishinoya walked up behind her and wrapped her up into him, resting his hands on her hips and gripping them slightly.

“Hey.” He mumbled into her ear, before starting his attack. Starting at her ear he started to toy with her earlobe by biting down on it softly with his teeth. Y/n’s friends had stopped talking and had started to slowly back away. But she kept talking so they felt obligated to stay, even though she was getting visibly flustered. After getting bored with her ear, Nishinoya started peppering kisses all along her neck.

When he started to lick her neck, Y/n waved goodbye to her friends. Nishinoya muttered a ‘finally’ under his breath as he kept biting and licking over the expanse of her neck and shoulder. Turning her around to hug her better and have her pressed against him, Nishinoya slowly backed up against a wall. Unsatisfied, he spun them around so she was against the wall.

“Yuu!” She pushed him away lightly, he still kept digging his hands onto her hips. He rolled his eyes before slipping his hands to the small of her back.

“What?” He brought one hand up to pinch her cheek and then hold onto the side of her face. His pinkie finger tracing her jawline.

“You can't do that in public.” She whined. Nishinoya knows she wouldn’t have lasted much longer as soon as he started to run his tongue along her neck, wanting her to bid her friends a goodbye so he could better access her mouth.

“Do what exactly?” Nishinoya tugged her back into him before talking into her ear, “What did I do that was so wrong?”

At this point, Nishinoya completely forgot their show, this was a much more entertaining episode in his own life than the fake lives on the television.

She felt her whole body heat up. Her mouth gaping as she tried to come up with a retort. “You, well, you, I was trying to, well, you kissed me!” She stuttered.

“Like this?” Nishinoya rubbed his nose against her neck before moving up to softly kiss her face, evenly spreading them across her cheeks and forehead. “Or like this?” He sunk his teeth onto her shoulder, licking and drawing his teeth across any open space.

“Neither of those Noya.” She held back a grin as she ran her hand through his hair, the gelled down strands somehow breaking out of their gel cage and becoming soft. Nishinoya licked his lips before he went to bite down on her bottom lip. Tugging it lightly and looking at her with his big brown eyes, she opened her mouth to grant him access.

“Thank you.” He whispered before slanting his lips over hers. He sneaked his tongue into her mouth and ran it along the slick inner lining of her cheek. He had to stop kissing her so he would smile against her lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, now please Yuu, keep kissing me.” She impatiently rushed the words out, trying to get him to hurry up. She put both of her hands into his hair and yanked it backwards to mess with him. The action causing Nishinoya to hiss, the air pressed tightly out between his teeth.

“Anything for you.” He pulled her shirt so she bumped into him. “Anything.”

[jungkooksrealgirlfriend]

Eggs Breakfast 🍳🫦

🥚pairing: jungkook x fem reader

🥚word count: 3.5k

🥚genre: really filthy smut 😭

🥚summary: while cooking breakfast for jungkook one morning, his mind cracks an idea. what if he were the one making the scrambled eggs today?

🥚warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected sex, anal sex, food play, fingering, explicit language, oral sex, dirty talk, creampie, crack (🤣🍳) fic, idfk what else but this shit is dirty  

🥚disclaimer (with the notion that only a small group of my friends will read this): i am not a writer by any means and i just wrote this for fun because my friend requested a fic based on an inside joke our friend group has and i wanted to take a crack (pun intended) at it. for that reason, i apologize if certain things don’t make sense. it’s also got other random inside jokes sprinkled in so if something seems weirdly mentioned, random, or goofy then that’s probably why. also, i did write this the best i could but it’s also a joke fic so don’t take it seriously. and no, i don’t have a kink of jungkook fucking eggs into my booty hole 😭💀 but if any of u do i don’t kink shame and i hope u enjoy fr 🤝 and to my friends DON’T FUCKING ROAST ME LMFAOAOAOO i wrote this out of the kindness in my heart for a friend who was in (really) desperate need. also!! i am a tumblr noob and don’t know much about formatting, but i’ve found this is easier to read when it’s not on my xxx.tumblr.com page but instead on the normal tumblr.com/xxx page (at the time of posting this in dec 2022) because the spacing doesn’t carry over for some reason? bro idk if it’s the theme i chose or it’s something fixable on tumblr but like i said i’m not a writer nor tumblr savvy 💀 so bear with me

Jungkook leans on the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you standing across from him, back turned his way. He hated the way his cock stirred in his sweats at the sight of you cooking breakfast in those sleeping shorts you liked to wear. If it wasn’t your exposed legs that got him going, it was definitely the way half your ass was peeking out from under the cloth.

Yet you simply continued your activities, being none the wiser to the man standing behind you. You reached for the carton of fresh eggs sitting on the counter, grabbing one before cracking it into the pan. You didn't need to ask Jungkook how he liked his eggs in the morning, because after being in a three year long relationship, you knew all too well that he preferred them over easy, just as he knew you preferred yours scrambled and with ketchup.

He also knew that you preferred iced coffee over hot coffee, and that you liked warmer weather over colder weather. But one of his favorite things he knew about you was how you were ever so willing to try new things, whether that be hesitantly tasting a new food at his favorite restaurant or agreeing to try something crazy in the bedroom.

You two were no strangers to spicing it up during naughty time, and you both have always been open and communicated about the things you’ve wanted to try. That thought alone caused Jungkook’s mind to wander, truly wondering if you really were willing to try anything at all. Because the sight of you in those shorts, cracking eggs into a pan set his imagination on fire.

He gingerly pushes himself off the counter and walks towards you, arms swaying briefly at his sides before he pushes himself against your back and snakes his hands around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You giggle, flipping the egg in the pan. 

“Getting impatient? It’s almost done, baby.”

“I think I’m hungry for something else now,” he rasps out, morning voice still present as he pushes his clothed dick against your ass. “Don’t know how you expect me to behave when you're leaving little to the imagination.”

At that you smirk, and Jungkook thinks maybe you did it on purpose to get a rise out of him. His suspicion turns out to be true when you turn off the stove, slide his egg onto a plate, and turn around with a look in your eyes that he knows all too well. 

“But baby,” you say, feigning innocence as you travel your hand up his exposed chest, “don’t you want to eat your breakfast? It’s over easy, just how you like it. And eggs are good for stamina.” you tease.

“You’re a little motherfucking stinker,” he snickers. “I want you to know that.”

“Hmmm, am I?” you muse, “You’re the one talking nonsense at 9 in the morning. Maybe you’re the motherfucking stinker.”

There is no serious weight to either of your words at the obvious joke, yet he still clenches his jaw and moves his face only inches from yours, eyes meeting eyes. 

He lets out a small breath, “You’re going to regret saying that. You have no idea what I wanna do to you right now.”

You can’t help but laugh, not missing the lustful glint in his eyes. You love the back and forth that often happens between you two. It causes your stomach to bubble with anticipation because it doesn’t take long for him to get you wet and in the mood. 

“I never regret anything.”

“Oh baby,” he rests his forehead against yours, “you will this time.”

Suddenly you’re pulled from your spot of being pinned against the stove and are shoved front-forward against the breakfast bar, hands sprawled out on the granite countertop. You can’t help but smile like an idiot because pushing his buttons is your favorite thing to do, and what tends to follow soon after leaves you breathless.

You feel him slide his hands up and down your sides, this action alone sending shivers through your spine. But when he begins to push you down onto the counter with his naked chest against your back, hands following down your arms and intertwining with your own, you find yourself holding your breath before your cheek meets the cold surface with hands on either side of your head.

He’s almost laying on top of you, squishing your body between his own and the breakfast bar. You can only imagine how erotic the scene must look and you wish you had a mirror nearby so you could look into it and see how his body fit against yours like a puzzle piece. You feel his now fully hard dick poking your ass, his chest against your back, and his hands on top of yours. You feel him everywhere, yet not in the places you’re craving him the most right now. 

He leans down to your ear and nibbles on it. “I’m not going to be nice this time. I know you did all this to intentionally provoke me. Is this fun for you?” he chuckles, “Pushing my buttons to get me riled up?”

His voice comes out raspier than you expect and it sends a shiver throughout your whole body causing you to rub your thighs together. He cocks his head to the side a bit, eyes meeting yours and you know he’s waiting for an answer, so you nod your head and smirk up at him. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking hot.”

This causes him to smirk back at you as he licks his bottom lip. You slightly lift your head and allow your eyes to follow the movement before looking back up into his own in an unspoken request. He understands what you want and grants your wish by connecting your lips together.

This kiss is rough and needy, but his lips feel so good against yours that you moan in satisfaction. Bodies on fire, tongues dancing together, and with the need to feel more you push your ass harder against his length in an attempt to gain some friction earning a grunt from the man who, of course, isn’t wearing any underwear. 

Jungkook, knowing you better than you know yourself, grants you your silent plea as he begins to grind your covered heat with his knee. He grinds, and grinds. You feel your adrenaline pick up and you can’t take it anymore. 

“Jungkook,” you gasp out, “need to feel you.”

He chuckles before pulling away, pushing himself off your back and leaving you flat against the counter. His breathing is heavy as he lifts his tattooed arm to brush his hair back, his other arm grabbing firm hold of your waist. Your eyes drop to his abs as they flex at the action, and you swear you could hear purring at this point because of how much your pussy gushed with anticipation. 

He shakes his head, “Look at you, begging for my cock. Is this what you wanted all along? For me to bend you over the counter and fuck you so well like you know I can?”

His voice was low and sultry and fuck, he sounded so hot it made you automatically clench around nothing. He always knew what to say to make your knees weak. 

“Yes” you say, voice coming out whinier than you expected. “Need you so bad right now, baby.”

He knew you went crazy over his dirty words, and you knew he went crazy when you begged for him. 

“Then spread your legs for me, love.”

He tucks his fingers under your waistband slowly tugging them down your legs along with your panties that were now soaked with your arousal. You felt the cold air hit your core and you let out a shaky breath, stepping out of the two articles of clothing once they were by your ankles. 

Without waiting for instruction, you momentarily lift yourself off of the counter to pull your shirt over your head, being left completely nude and vulnerable to Jungkook’s eyes. However, you didn’t feel embarrassed or insecure. You felt the opposite actually, since Jungkook always made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world who had the sexiest body, and he often showed you how much he loved it.

Laying back down on the counter, Jungkook places his hands back on your now naked waist, kicking your legs open with his own, wide enough for him to stand in between. He slides his long fingers through your slick folds causing you to quickly shut your eyes and moan at the contact. The combination of his fingers and the cold counter underneath your bare chest makes you shiver and you spread your legs even wider.

Jungkook snickers and retrieves his fingers, earning a protesting whine from you. Sneaking a glance back, you see him pulling his gray sweats down his hips, letting them fall to his ankles before he steps out of them and kicks them somewhere to the side along with your clothes too. 

Seeing his bare dick practically makes your mouth water and you wish you could drop to your knees and pleasure him, however his hold on you is tight and you know whatever he has planned will please both of you. 

Momentarily locking eyes with him, you both smirk at each other before you lay your cheek back on the surface, eagerly awaiting him to part your folds. However, the intrusion doesn’t come and you instead feel him lean to reach for something. Once again, you lift your head to look over your shoulder, seeing him grab an egg from the open carton you left by the stove.

“Jungkook… what are you doing?” you question.

He returns to his previous position, egg in hand and knowing smirk on his face. Your eyes move between the egg and his eyes, until he leans down, nose almost touching yours. You can feel his warm breath on your face and the close proximity makes you clench again. He’s staring deep into your eyes and you feel like he’s staring straight into your soul.

“I’m going to crack this egg into your ass and fuck you so hard that I scramble it. Then, I’m gonna enjoy my breakfast.”

You tense at his words. He wants to what? The idea sounds crazy but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t considering it, imagining him fucking you, using the slippery egg as your lube until you’re screaming his name. However, you’re hesitant because this is new territory for the both of you.

“You’re joking right? You can’t be serious about that. About fucking it in my ass. About… scrambling it.” you question.

Was he joking? Jungkook didn’t know. He was sure that the heat radiating off your bodies was enough to fry an egg, so why not scramble it?

“You should know more than anyone when I am and am not fucking around.” he rasps out.

You gulp, getting more turned on by his words. Were you really about to let him crack an egg in your booty hole? In other circumstances you’d probably laugh in his face and tell him he’s being ridiculous, but in this moment the raw sex appeal he’s radiating has you considering it. Really considering it.

Staring back into his eyes you slowly nod your head, your lips slightly turning upwards. 

“Okay big boy. Show me exactly what you mean. Show me how well you can fuck me with that egg.”

At this he backs away and stands tall, smirking to himself before he takes a deep breath. 

“Spread yourself for me.” he commands.

You lay your cheek on the counter and reach behind you, grabbing your ass and spreading it open.

Jungkook knew in order for the egg to make it into your hole he was going to have to stretch you out, so he took his his index and middle fingers and began rubbing them through your folds to gather some of your arousal. 

The touch came as a shock to you and you jerked forward, mewling at the feeling. His fingers felt so good and you thought if he kept on you would’ve came before he even entered you. 

He continues to gather your slick and moves it to your ass, rubbing it over your puckered hole to allow for easier penetration. 

He begins to push one finger in, a deep moan ripping out of your throat. He used his other hand to caress the small of your back as he kept slowly pushing in until he was a knuckle deep. He then slowly pulled out, repeating the process until he was pumping you. The pace wasn’t anything drastic, and the feel of his single finger was definitely not enough for you to reach your high, but that didn’t stop the quiet whimpers that escaped your lips.

After deciding you needed more, you pushed your ass back and he took that as a sign to add a second finger, fingering you faster and deeper than before. 

With each pump, you moaned out at the feeling, cursing under your breath when he adds a third finger. Jungkook wanted to make sure you were stretched enough, so he took his time, gradually quickening his pace. 

All that could be heard in the tiny kitchen was your whimpers and the soft wet sounds of your arousal coating his fingers. 

Suddenly his fingers were gone from your hole and you felt like crying, missing his touch already. A moment passes before you hear the sound of him cracking the egg onto the counter with enough force for the shell to break but not enough for anything to leak out. 

Your body felt like it was on fire, your hair sticking to your forehead and you were sure Jungkook’s was doing the same. You could hardly think at this moment, barely registering the words that came from his mouth.

“You ready?” he asks, licking his lips.

You immediately nodded, eager to feel anything. 

But you knew Jungkook needed to hear you voice it, so you whispered out a small “Please.”

“So needy.” he mumbles as he slightly lowers down and uses both hands to begin opening the egg, watching as the clear mucus begins to seep into your hole as you still hold your ass open.

The feeling was strange, but not unwelcome. The egg was cold, but not cold enough to feel uncomfortable. Instead, the feeling made you tense and shiver with anticipation, and the thought of Jungkook fucking it into you was the only thing on your mind right now.

He opened it wider, watching as the remainder of egg was sucked into your hole. “I’m glad this went over easy.” he amusingly remarks. 

“Fuck you,” you curse, irritation hinting because of how impatient you were. Was he really making puns right now?

“You’re about to,” he smirks, pushing two fingers into your hole to spread the egg. It’s slick and if even possible, it turns him on more, especially from the way you jerk forward and loudly moan. 

However, he’s brief and removes his egg-slicked fingers to take his dick into his hand, groaning at the feeling of giving himself a few pumps, coating it with a thin layer of egg white. He grabs your waist before he situates himself at your back entrance, pausing for a second before he begins to push himself in.

He was easily able to bottom out, the slimy texture of the egg being the clear reason for that. He barely gives you any time to adjust before he pulls out and slams his hips forward all over again.

You moan uncontrollably, mouth agape in pleasure and eyes tightly shut. He was pumping in and out of you with ease, further coating his dick with your arousal and the egg that was now surely beginning to froth inside your body the quicker his pace became. 

The slick sounds and the way his balls slapped against your pussy made your head spin, and Jungkook was surely enjoying this just as much as you were from the way his head was tilted back and he was groaning, hands holding your hips so tight that you were sure there would be bruises later.

“Fuck!” you screamed out, tears beginning to prick your eyes as your moans began to mix with sobs at how fucking good it felt. The temperature of the egg in your body was now matching your own, a contrast to the cold plated eggs you had cooked earlier that were long forgotten on the counter.

“Jungkook,” you stuttered out, “so…so good” you sobbed. 

Hearing you sound so vulnerable, saying his name while he was balls deep inside of you made his cock twitch and a moan escape his lips. He loved you so much and would do anything for you. He would get on his hands and knees and wash your feet as Jesus did for Judas, simply doing it out of his love and obsession for you.

You felt your stomach begin to tighten, a sign that you were close to your high. Jungkook was close too, but he wanted you to cum first so he let go of your hip with one of his hands and began to circle your sensitive bud as you shuddered underneath him. He then moved his fingers from your clit to your entrance, pushing in and pumping his fingers fast.

“I am go-go-go-gonna cum.” you stutter, seemingly not able to even say that simple sentence as you screw your eyes shut tighter.

The combination of his dick pumping in your ass and his fingers in your cunt brings a whole new wave of pleasure. You feel so full of him and without warning, you tense and feel the knot snap in your stomach as you cum on his fingers and uncontrollably clench around them. Your ass convulses as you’re clenching hard around his dick, seeming to involuntarily suck it in deeper with ease pulse. 

Your entire body tingles as you let out a guttoral moan and say his name over and over like a chant. Tears are rolling down your cheeks as you begin to feel the start of overstimulation.

Jungkook pauses for a moment, removing his fingers from your cunt before he shoves them into your mouth and uses his other hand to hold you down by your neck, the pressure making your eyes roll back into your head as you suck his fingers and taste yourself, moaning as you do.

He then starts pumping at an even more animalistic pace than before, trying to reach his own high as you start whimpering from the overstimulation. 

“I know baby, I know.” he soothes, keeping the same pace before his hips begin stuttering and he cums inside your ass, a loud moan ripping from his throat as well.

He doesn’t move, you both breathing heavily as he curses and lays his head on your back, intertwining his hands with your own. You feel content at having just been properly fucked and could really go for a shower right now.

However, he’s not done as he gives you a final pump, further mixing his semen with the raw egg before he removes his softening cock, crouches down, and lifts you up higher by your thighs. 

You’re too fucked out to immediately react, but you widen your eyes when you realize what he’s about to do.

He licks a stripe through your pussy, tasting your arousal on his tongue. “You taste so fucking good.” he moans.

“What are you doing?” you question, using the little strength you have left to look behind you, meeting his eyes. 

He can see the look in your eyes, see you’re surprised because you know what he’s about to do. So he smirks. That fucker smirks. 

“I’m about to enjoy my breakfast.”

He takes his two fingers and gathers up the cum and egg dripping out of your hole, shoving it back in and pumping a few times before removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. 

You gasp out, not believing he was actually eating your ass hole right after fucking an egg into you.

“Mmmm,” he hums into your backside. 

Uncontrollable moans leave your mouth as he licks you clean, standing up shortly after and lightly slapping your ass.

You stand up, legs wobbly, and you have to grib the edge of the breakfast bar to stop your knees from giving out. 

Jungkook felt good seeing you like this, knowing he was the cause and reason. It boosted his ego and he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

“You’re nasty as shit,” you spit, turning around to face him while your hands still gripped the counter. However, you had a smirk on your lips showing Jungkook that you didn’t really mean it.

He chuckles, giving you a raise of his eyebrow.

“Well you didn’t seem to think so when you were begging for me to touch you.”

You roll your eyes, “You know that I love the way you fuck me.”

He walks up to you, hands sliding over your arms leaving goosebumps on your skin. He looks down at you and you look up, staring into each other’s eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind having my breakfast like that again in the future,” he smirks, “because I think scrambled eggs just became my new favorite.”

[magicxc]

Frenemies

Pairings: Survey Corps - people they cannot STAND

Word Count: 1076

Warnings: none

A/N: Idk man I love a good tussle jskksks. Like give me two characters who absolutely hate each other! And with AOT I really don't have to look too far, yay. This is basically canon but it's funny to think about so here it is as well. 

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren  - Jean, Weak People

I think the Jean one gets over exaggerated a little, and for good reason too, cause the girlies be EATING with those tropes. But at the end of the day they have a mutual understanding and are cordial at best. They're mostly cool because they share mutual friends and spaces but it’s no longer beef per se. 

Hear me out, I don't think anyone wiping out 80% of humanity is willing to kick it with people who aint about it. Mans need someone who’s willing to stand on business behind him. Even throughout the show he’s always admitted to not liking people who’s willing to live like “livestock.” So this is not to be confused with physically weak people by the way but psychologically weak people. Essentially Eren has beef if you’re willing to take it lying down. 

Levi - Zeke

Listennnn I LIVE for their fight scenes okay lmao. Like it's almost always on sight for them and their lil jabs at one another? It’s chucklessss for me omg. Lets be clear, their beef is absolutely warranted. It can be safely argued that Levi doesnt really care for most people but Zeke?? Oh baby its all smoke for him. 

Erwin - The Government 

I swear if it wasn't for the literal fate of humanity and his brewing theory Erwin would've just said fuck it cause baybeeee, they wanted that man GONE. They've tried to get him fired, pointed guns in his face, and built a whole ass guillotine to unalive him; in front of the entire town mind you. Maybe that was the custom back then I don't know. I don’t remember Erwin outright saying that he doesn't fuck with the government but fuck it, I’ll say it for him. Cause I'll stand ten toes down behind this one here. 

Connie - Ymir

I promise you I let out a nasty ole chuckle at the thought cause he don't even dislike her fr fr. I think it's a situation similar to Eren and Jean's in the sense that their friends and environment often see them in the same places. Because if we’re being real, not only do they have little in common but they just don't really vibe like that. I think they could've been a little more cordial but Ymir be on her own timing and it's usually at the expense of the squad. Like when she made fun of Connie for suspecting his mother was a titan or when she kidnapped Historia like 3 times and put them all in danger. And I can't even be mad at Connie for being the voice of reason cause him calling her ugly was simply the truth. I, too, reared back when I first saw Ymir's titan form. 

Jean - Eren, Reiner, Annie, Bertholt

The whole Eren thing is basically squashed but it’s worth noting that if he were to see him in public, he’d walk the other way. 

I lowkey had to dig deep for this one cause I genuinely forgot. But even though they’re all kumbaya now, those three bitches literally watched his homie get half his face chewed off by a titan. Jean is absolutely pouring one out for Marco every birthday by the way, but yeahh it’s still fuck them. Like if they were playing uno stacked, he’d save all his draw 4’s and make them draw 16. 

Onyankopon - Yelena

I'm not too sure that Ony dislikes anyone honestly. But I'm going with Yelena here mostly because she’s the reason he found himself in his current predicament. On what was supposed to be a solid plan in motion to save his people quickly turned into Ony modernizing a primitive people, helping build their resources from scratch, having people question his race (and I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar it was mfs that got ignorant), seeming untrustworthy among his peers, almost getting killed, fighting in a war he had nothing to do with, and probably losing his entire family in the rumble. Now, one or two of those things were inevitable, but if you were to view things from Ony’s POV everything went to shit over a bitch with a fatal attraction to a man with daddy issues. 

Reiner - Himself

Lmaooo I LOVE a good Reiner drag. And while this started out as a joke, I'm deadass now. This man stays talking about wanting to end it all but never follows through, smh. With lots of therapy and support, I genuinely think that Reiner would be on the road to recovery and a healthy lifestyle; but there’ll always be that lingering thought on if he’s worth it or not

Honorable mention: Ymir. But solely because she would get in the way of his fantasy life with Historia. 

Armin - Floch? 

This munchkin is damn near Tanjiro levels of sweet cause omg who does he even hate??? He is always looking for the good in people and I'm about to dislocate my shoulder reaching this hard BUT, hear me out - It’s Floch even if he doesn’t outright say it. The same Floch who damaged the flying boat and almost ruined their mission before it even started? The same Floch who fucked it up so bad that Hange had to sacrifice herself which resulted in Armin taking on an even bigger responsibility? The same Floch who got in a lil too close with his bestie Eren? Close enough to be trusted with his future plans? The same Floch who when he lay on that ground bleeding Armin was nowhere in sight? Even at the port where they attacked the Yeagerists and Armin got shot in the face, he pleaded with his old comrades to stand down but Floch is beneath that level of reasoning huh? Whether Armin despises Floch or not it's safe to say if Floch were getting jumped, Armin would definitely sneak in a kick before helping. 

Floch - Erwin

This is literally one of those cases where its like I disagree but I understand lol. That man legit made them do a suicide charge and yeah he lead the charge blah blah blah but I could never be that brave. And so that resentment is understandable but in all fairness it shaped Flochs character for the better to be honest; cause that whole pwussy boi arc was annoying. 

Also adding the main cast of the Scouts lmao. They thwarted his plans and he spent his DYING breath standing on business. Gotta respect it.

Tags - @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

[maryhadalittlehobby]

IWTV Liveblog S2E8 " And that's the end of it. There's nothing left"

What is the other city in the opening? Nola?[checks YES]

The irony of Louis being buried alive in Paris like what Grace did in New Orleans but literally now

Get his ass Daniel. Don't left him forget we know he is a liar who lies

Daniel asking Louis if the rocks are still there in his ankles-We leave the damage so we don't forget the damage.

Oh how the mighty have fallen-Armand is now the lowest in the coven. He says it was a consequence of him staving Louis

God the music is beautiful and I could listen to it and Louis talk for hours

Louis says does anyone ever ask Lazerus if he wanted to be woken? I am not sure what the refers to-the bible? but i get the gist and it goes back to what I was so annoyed with in episode 5. Louis went into the sun and did not want to be saved. Here he is saying the same thing. Claudia is dead, he feels like he has nothing to live for and here Armand is again doing this shit for self serving purposes.

I was dead but my rage had risen! yesssss. KILL THEM ALL

Rage and Madness-a terrible combo

MEOW. He's lost it fr

Lowkey I loved the dead guy talking to Louis. It gave horror zombie vibes especially cause they are in a cemetery. I'm gonna need to borrow your truck lol so considerate

"I ain't fuckin worried about you!"- and that's the sad part of this Loumand story. It was never really about him. Also fuck Armand (lovingly)

He roasts Hans costume in his mad ravings lol

"If I am not with him I am nothing. "Girl stand up, you have known him for what 2 years?!

Light em up! (fall out boy gif)

Yeesss walk away from the fire without looking at it!You are too cool babes.

People are calling Louis Gay Blade and I can't. I just might have to cosplay it! I have the trench and a machete at the ready!

Estelle is hilarious. The London coven killed them because they started speaking English?! Girl. I could watch more of these two

Hello Francis! Get his ass Louis!

Why would Armand leave the evidence in the sewers?! Come on he was begging to get caught

"Hard to hold hands after he killed my sister and my fledgling" Not that had apparently after 49 yrs but again that goes back to him punishing himself

"Don't let him take credit for the workman role he played" This quick line shows Santiago was the real mastermind

Come to me Francis

I'm not sure I believe Santigo. I think he is saying all of that to rile Louis up. Armand might not have cared about Claudia but I can't imagine he would let them desecrate her ashes like that. At least i hope god.

My man said I got big balls

Louis deadly with those words. Francis never stood a chance.

Say that shit about Claudia to my face. Louis has never been hotter but he should have lit him on fire too

"All my rage and madness exited my body and nothing replaced it."Even now

My first thought when Armand said he made a choice was that he chose himself then I revised it that he chose him and Louis bc that felt like the only thinking that would make sense as to why they are still together but I WAS RIGHT. The gremlin chose himself!

I was hoping this Lestat scene was him chained up somewhere by the coven but its Magnus's tower. I thought it would be bigger(thats what she said gif)

I don't know why it went over my head watching it. I guess Louis and Armand's presence together threw me off(ahem) or else I would have expected the canon book even ts. I was looking forward to it even.

I still hope we revisit the trial or even get exposition as to why he came, why he participated and why he stayed after bc its not clear to me

Ok he answered why he stayed- To contemplate his behavior and origins in the place he was made.

I've come to kill you" Was Louis being deadass? Would he have tried

"I have to be willing and I'm not in the mood" Lestat is sooo annoying lol This is serious business

LOUIS! whatever pale proxy of me!! is wild. That'll do it(wasted gif)

Lestat's face! He can barely keep it together

"He loved you I can say that now." Cause you know the end is near that Daniel about to drop a bomb

I really can't believe the Vampire Sm has become so important lol. We were laughing. He's a whole Talamasca agent and we're laughing

uh oh that fucking piano note. Its on par with the MCR 'g' note now

Woooow Armand fdidn't save Louis just went along with the lie that he did

For all intents and purpuses Louis held his anger pretty well. I thought it would have brought down all of Dubai penthouse

I like the change that they made that Louis isn't a weak vampite. It would make sense that he can toss around Arman(especially if he isn't gonna fight back) because if Lestat has Akashas blood then so does Louis. They even say in the episode to remind us. My blood us your blood

Why set the laptop on fire?He doesn't want the book to come out now?

Louis coming home.My heart . And damn if home dont look good on him. he don't good in that ballcap

Is this the same night? Why is Louis in different clothes? And you couldn't have told me this wasn't an 80's 90's flashback with the cut of his clothes

Lestats and emotional support plank of wood

Can't lie I was hoping for the have you come back to me

this is a lot of exposition

Loustat hugging like they are finally home. fuck me up

Loustat a storm in a storm

Daniel id a vamp!!

Louis said come at me bro!I own the night!

[lokislastlove]

Best Laid Plans (Fluffy Bucky x Reader) p3

Summary: Bucky is determined to woo you properly, no matter how rusty he is at dating these days.

Warnings: Some smut at the end, oral (fr), Bucky has bad luck, but we love him anyway. 18+ only please.

This is my first attempt at Fluff, it is not my strength, to say the least, so by all means ignore this. @saiyanprincessswanie I wrote this for you, I hope you like it and with any luck maybe it brings a tiny smile to your face when you need it. 💕 Also remember this is fiction, I know Bucky’s arm is fancy as hell and has no flaws.

Chapter 3 -

🌹 The Third Date 🌹

The office is abuzz with rumors of your new romance. For obvious reasons Pepper never shuns coworkers dating, but does caution that she expects everyone to remain professional regardless of the outcome. Bucky is one of the most sought after bachelors in the building so naturally people notice when he fixes his attention on you. For the two days following your fruit-filled frolic in the hills Bucky is constantly around. He brings you coffee, flowers by the dozen every day, saves you a seat during the meetings, cooks you lunch and even brings Kal in to see you.

“Okay, I can’t wait any longer. You willing to give me that second chance, tomorrow?” Bucky bursts into your office an hour before you leave Friday evening.

You gasp as the door slams against the wall and he cringes, “uh, sure. I’m free tomorrow. Should I just go ahead and wear my yoga pants?”

“Ha ha. Very funny. And no. I let Steve pick the date idea this time. Just don’t wear anything that you don’t want getting a little dirty,” he winks.

You let out a sigh, “wouldn’t it be easier to just tell me what we’re doing?”

“That’s no fun, Angel.”

——

The next morning you wake up to a text from Bucky, just like you have every morning since your first date.

Good Morning, Beautiful! Can’t wait to see you today. I’ll pick you up at 11am. 😀

Bucky has managed to make waking up a highlight of your day, something you never thought possible. Plus you got him to start using emojis, which Steve claims he will never forgive you for.

You choose some dark wash jeans and a V-neck t-shirt with a jacket and boots. Stylish but casual, you feel good, excited to find out what adventure Bucky will be dragging you into this time.

Your phone dings as you race out the front door and gulp when you see the bike again. God he looks good with it though, his light brown leather jacket highlights his olive skin and his dimpled smile has you swooning as you reach him. Determined to get a hang of this motorcycle thing you jump on back and cling to Bucky with a bit more confidence today.

Bucky reigns in his speed this time, and you find yourself enjoying the rush of the wind on your face and the warmth of him in your arms. To your shock Bucky leads you to a ceramic shop not far from Avengers tower, specifically for couples pottery class.

“Steve assures me that this is supposed to be fun and romantic,” Bucky says as you find yourself sitting next to him on a dirty stool with a spinning round table in front of you.

“Steve hasn’t been watching old romance movies again, has he?”

Bucky squints at you, “Actually, yeah but he said it had ghosts in it, and I got enough of those.”

You grab his hand and give it a squeeze before taking a deep breath, “Ok, let’s do this!”

It takes about a minute to realize what a terrible idea this is as Bucky curses under his breath and his arm starts making strange whirling noises.

“Oh shit, uh is clay good for your arm?” You ask, nodding at the way the plates of his metal arm seems to twitch and groan as the wet clay slide and congeal between them as they shift.

“Fuck,” Bucky curses as he shakes out his metal arm and you grimace at the worrisome noise it makes before it stops moving all together.

“Do you want to take it off?” you offer.

Bucky looks frustrated with a hint of panic as he sits there contemplating the best move. He still isn’t very comfortable going without his arm in public.

“Or we could just decide not to take Steve’s dating advice anymore and go back to the tower and get cleaned up?” You laugh and bump him with your elbow.

He scoffs out a laugh, “yeah. You know I used to be the one that was good at this stuff, I was the charming one who helped get Steve a date.”

“Oh is that so? Well I think you’re doing better than you think you are,” you smirk.

“Yeah?” He asks hopefully.

“Yeah, now come on Casanova,” you stand and wipe your hands on the towel nearby.

You can’t help but laugh as you follow him out the door, looking at the light gleam off the metal that isn’t covered in clay.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s just… gonna be hard to convince me you’re not a complete mess after this one.”

——

You could tell Bucky’s confidence had taken a major hit, well three major hits to be honest. And while he constantly berated himself for everything that went wrong, you couldn’t help but love him even more with each blunder. And when he doesn’t insist you give him another shot after that disastrous pottery date, you seek out Steve’s advice.

“Do you think I should try to make a move? Ask him on a date maybe? Or is that insulting to … men from your era,” you finish awkwardly.

Steve laughs softly, “I think Bucky could use a sign that you aren’t willing to give up yet. You should give it a shot, as long as it’s what you want and not just out of pity.”

“Of course it’s not out of pity, you really think I’d do that?” you ask, trying not to get too offended.

“No, doll, of course I don’t. But that’s likely what he’s going to think.” He placates and gives you a knowing look before walking out of your office.

You push back your shoulders and pull out your phone to text Bucky.

Hey if you’re free tonight you should come over to my place. Maybe around 8pm? No dress code. 😘

🌹 The Fourth Date 🌹

Bucky arrives at 7:50pm that evening and you push the buzzer to let him in. You leave the door cracked for him and finish the final touches.

“Angel?” He calls as he knocks and you hear the door creak open. “Uh, hello?” His voice falters as he closes the door behind him and takes in the candles neatly arranged along a path of rose petals.

You hear him remove his heavy boots and call your name as he follows the path further into your apartment and closer to where you’re waiting for him. You shift nervously on your feet as you wait with baited breath for him to appear around the corner.

“Angel, what’s going..” His voice gets caught in his throat as he stands in your doorway and sees you waiting for him.

You’re wearing a simple nightgown, a silky robe and stockings. The thin straps and sleek material drape softly over your curves, enticing enough to make him pause but not overly revealing to be considered scandalous. You didn’t want to be too bold and scare him off too fast, or make yourself appear too desperate.

“Hi, Bucky,” you smile as you watch his pupils dilate and his chest strain against his shirt as his breathing gets heavier.

He clears his throat and his cheeks glow pink as his eyes flick up to meet yours, “uh hey, Angel. Am I dreaming?”

You laugh as you take a few steps toward him and he mirrors you, “I just thought that maybe I’d surprise you with a date, this time. If you’re up for it.”

“Well, I will admit that my interest is quite peaked already.” He jokes, his eyes roving down your body once more as he gently takes your hands and holds them out to get a better look at you.

You giggle and rolls your eyes, “Nothing crazy, just a simple movie date, and I have the perfect set up. Follow me.”

You pull him over to your bedroom window and climb out onto the fire escape, he follows closely, his curiosity climbing with each creaky step.

“You sure this is safe?” He asks as the stairs rattle under his weight.

“No,” you say simply as you reach the top, “but it’s worth it.”

Bucky’s eyes widen as he takes in the rooftop space that you’ve meticulously decorated for him. Strings of lights hang on the low rooftop walls. A large air mattress is tucked between the pipes and vents, facing a large projector screen. You made sure to add mountains of fluffy pillows and soft blankets to keep you cozy under the stars.

“This is amazing,” he mutters as he eyes the plate of snacks and bottle of wine waiting on the bed.

“I know, isn’t the view amazing? I’ve always loved it up here, but I didn’t know it had this much potential until now,” you remark as you look out onto the glimmering view of the city skyline.

Bucky’s fingers slip between yours and curl sweetly as he guides you over to the soft bed. He flops down and settles in before opening his arm for you to join him. You grab the remote and the wine and curl up next to him. Drawing up your legs and letting them rest against his muscular thigh.

“I don’t deserve all this,” he utters sadly as he watches you pour the wine.

“Steve said you’d say something stupid like that,” you laugh as he looks stunned for a moment. “So let me just settle this right now.” You take deep breath and let it out with a quiet huff.

“I have been the happiest I’ve ever been since you asked me out on that first date. I look forward to waking up every morning knowing I’ll get to see you and possibly, maybe, do more than just ogle you from afar. Oh don’t look at me like that!” You laugh and smack Bucky’s shoulder when he smirks at you and wiggles his brow.

“I know you think you blew it after our first three dates but all I remember is seeing a passionate man willing to chase down a dog through the mud, even if it meant embarrassing himself. I remember you saving me from a potentially fatal injury, and I remember a man so desperate to impress me that he took advice from Steve Rogers,” you bite your lip as you watch Bucky choke out a laugh at your jab at his best friend.

“You may think all of these moments are flaws, but honestly I wouldn’t want to change a single thing. So let’s just –” Your speech is cut off when Bucky’s hands are suddenly on the side of your face and pull you in for a blazing kiss.

It’s as though you’ve unlocked something in him as he devours you, his tongue trailing across your lip and delving into your mouth when you open for him. You moan as his hands slip down to your neck, his thumbs pressing ever so slightly on your pressure points before he pulls away just enough to kiss and nibble along your jaw. The pleasure and passion is dizzying and you feel your body bend to his will. Your hands grasp at his shirt as he nuzzles and sucks along your neck now, making his way to your clavicle.

The feather pillow braces your head as Bucky lays you down and hovers above you, his body heat warming you as the cool night breeze tickles over each spot he kisses.

“God, Angel, you have no idea how badly I want you right now. How badly I’ve wanted you for so long.” He groans against your chest, dragging his nose over the thin material between your breasts.

“Me too,” you breathe.

You push at the lapel of his jacket, trying to urge him to take it off. He sits up, fixing his eyes on you as he slowly strips off his coat and tosses it away, followed by his shirt immediately after. Your breath hitches as you let your fingers lightly glide down his stomach, feeling every ripple of firm muscle under his heated skin.

“Wow, the girls at work would be so jealous right now,” you kid.

“I’m almost offended that you think this is my best feature,” he scoffs gesturing to his stomach, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“By all means, show me more. I did come up here for a show after all,” you tease, tilting your head and biting your lip as you eye the growing bulge in his pants.

“Oh, I think I know how to keep you entertained,” he smirks and lowers himself over you, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on your skin as he dips lower down your body.

You look down as he pauses over your quivering center and lifts the hem of your dress up to reveal your lace panties. He growls lowly and hooks his finger under them, pulling them quickly to the side. You twitch as he blows lightly over your lips, the cool air hitting the slick arousal already pooling between your thighs. He chuckles as you grip the blankets tightly and he pushes his long thick tongue between your folds, circling your bud at the top. You let out a long moan as his fervor increases, the feeling of his rough tongue dipping into your dripping hole and then back up to flick over your clit is driving you closer and closer to the edge.

After the past two weeks of the most intense sexual tension you’ve ever experienced it doesn’t take much for him to have you squirming under his touch. Your toes curl and a broken scream echoes over the rooftops as you come on his hungry lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he coos as your eyes flutter open and see him hovering over your face once more.

Your jaw slackens, pupils blown as you take in his debauched state, his tousled hair, lips and beard glistening with your come. You reach up and pull him down to you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You feel his metal arm fumble with his jeans between you as he pulls out his aching cock. Your eyes flick down in curiosity and you can’t help but gasp as you gaze at his veiny, thick length.

“You see how hard you make me?” He moans, fisting the base of his leaking cock.

You bite your lip, feeling an overwhelming desire to let him use you in any way he wants. Your body arching into him and your hips rolling desperately. Your submissive side blooming under his dominant tone.

You whimper and meet his eye, “fuck me, Bucky. Please.”

Your voice is soft and timid, nothing like the typical commanding confidence you have in your daily life, and it sends a thrill through Bucky. He latches onto your thighs and pushes them up toward your chest, exposing your cunt to him and he guides himself inside, moaning freely as your walls stretch to fit him.

“I’m never letting you go. My perfect, Angel.”

[schrijverr]

What’s up with that Sims guy?

After the Apocalypse Jon becomes an uni teacher, three students take in interest in what’s up with this weird new professor.

On AO3.

Ships: JonMartin

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!

~~~~~~~~

Time and space moves differently around the Fears, something that could be confusing and strange, but also pretty handy as Jon and Martin had discovered during the Apocalypse. It meant that when they’d turned the world back to normal, banishing the Fears far away, no one had even noticed it had happened.

With Elias, uhm Jonah, gone their ties to the Institute had lessened. However, Jon was still depended on statements, but Martin had decided that being away from it all would be better for him, so Jon was now working part time, while Martin kept an eye on the place.

Which is how Jon had ended up as a professor at a university. He was filling in, because the current professor had gotten pregnant and they hadn’t been able to find someone more suitable than Jon to replace her temporarily.

Jon knew he didn’t have the credentials necessary, but he Knew everything with the help of the Beholding, so he hoped that would be enough to get him through the year.

So here he was, standing in front of a big hall that was slowly filling up with students, who were eyeing him with a mix of curiosity, confusion and uneasiness.

Once everyone had settled down he took a deep breath and started: “Hello everyone, I’m Jonathan Sims and I’m replacing your previous professor until she returns from her maternity leave. I have an oversight of what you all need to know and do this semester, so lets get started with that right away.”

~

Jane looked down at their new professor and shifted in her seat uneasily. He was strange, or at least had a strange aura surrounding him. Jane wasn’t once for judging on appearances, but it was hard not to wonder what the Hell had let a man such at him to this.

He was short, sure, but he wasn’t small and he had a big presence to make up for it. His black hair was streaked with gray, but he had a youthful face that didn’t quite match up, although the tiredness that hung around him seemed old.

Beside that he was also littered with scars. It was hard not to notice the white circles that contrasted with his dark skin, it could be acne scars if they hadn’t been on his exposed forearms as well and so perfectly round. And those weren’t even his only scars, the entire palm on his right had was covered with a burn mark and the open buttons on the top of his shirt exposed a white thin scar across his throat.

So, yeah, strange.

He started to introduce himself and his voice was posh and low, but overall pleasant to listen to, she supposed. This didn’t stop her from exchanging a small look with Jesse, her best friend. Jesse raised her brows at her and the message was received, they were so going to talk about this later.

Later came as soon as they were out the door. Jesse leaned over and said: “Tell me I wasn’t the only one who got a weird vibe from that guy.”

Jane laughed and shook her head and answered: “You weren’t, I mean, this who building is filled with stuffy academics and suddenly this random dude walks in with the scars of a thug? That’s weird.”

Jesse nodded and asked: “What do you think happened to him?”

“I don’t know.” Jane shrugged, “But it seems pretty rude to just ask.”

Jesse sighed, then perked up with a realization: “We could plant a seed in Sams head.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Jane said, mischief bubbling up inside her eyes. They had known Sam since their first year and were pretty close with the guy. Sam was also known for not being the most delicate or observant and unafraid to ask personal questions. If he was curious, he would ask.

“I would.” Jesse grinned back, she tugged her along through the crowd with an: “Come on!”

They found Sam easy enough and Jesse plopped down next to him and started: “Hey, Sam. What did you think of our new professor?”

Sam shrugged and scratched his forehead as he said: “Dressed like every other pretentious asshole in here, posh accent. But seemed to know his stuff. Normal teacher if you ask me. Why?”

Jesse inflated: “Come on. Don’t tell me you haven’t even noticed!”

“Noticed what?” Sam asked with a frown.

“The scars.” Jane said.

“Oh, were they scars.” Sam said, “I thought he had weird freckles.”

“Weird fr-” Jesse began before cutting herself off and asking: “Aren’t you curious why they’re there? I’ve never seen scars like that.”

“And the burnt hand and the scar on his neck.” Jane continued, “Those don’t appear randomly.”

Both looked at her now, heads to the side in confusion. Jane said: “Oh, didn’t see those?”

Jesse and Sam shook their heads. “Well,” Jane explained, “He has this burn on his hand like he gripped a hot burning coal or something and this line here,” she drew on her neck with her finger to signal where it was, “like someone tried to slit his throat. Makes me wonder what he did before this job.”

The three of them fell silent. Lost in thought to what could’ve happened to their new mysterious professor before all of this.

~

The next lesson didn’t clear anything up in the slightest. While they were discussing the 17th century literature circles Sam had raised his hand signaling he had a question. Jane and Jesse, who had decided to sit behind him tensed up. He got called on and asked: “Dr. Sims, what did you do before this?”

Dr. Sims frowned and pushed up his glasses, before saying: “You don’t have to call me doctor, it wouldn’t be deserved. Just Sims is fine, or Mr. Sims if that feels better. And I’m the A- an archivist.”

“Am?” Sam blurted out.

Sims laughed humorlessly and said: “Yeah, part time now.”

Then he went back to the lesson and didn’t acknowledge any more questions about his life. Jane didn’t know how he did it, but he seemed to just know which people had questions about the lesson and which about him.

She walked out the hall with Sam and Jesse, who said: “That wasn’t insightful at all.”

Jane agreed: “Yeah, in what danger would an archivist be that leaves that kind of scarring?”

Sam shrugged and pulled out his phone as he said: “I can Google it.” the he muttered more to himself: “What kind of danger experiences an archivist, cool yeah.”

Jesse strained her neck to look on his screen and asked: ‘Well, what does it say?”

“Nothing much actually. Just a bunch of online archives and stuff.” Sam said.

Jane had a bit of a light bulb moment and suggested: “What if you type in Jonathan Sims?”

“Jonathan?” Jesse asked.

Jane shrugged and said: “It’s how he introduced himself during the first lecture.”

Sam typed in the name and his eyebrows crept further up to his hairline as he read the results of his search. Jesse couldn’t take it anymore and ripped the phone out of his hand, quickly scanning the page and gasping. Jane was now also curious and asked: “Well, tell me.”

She showed her the screen and Jane read the headlines. ‘Explosion at the Wax Museum, two survivors.’ The small excerpt reads: Last night there was an explosion at the wax museum, cause is still unknown, but suspected attack. Two survivors were found on the scene. Basira Hussain and Jonathan Sims, the latter of which is in a coma…

Underneath that is another headline. ‘Attack at the Magnus Institute unearths body of former archivist Gertrude Robinson’ with a picture of a big fire brigade, some police and an ambulance under it, she can vaguely make out Sims getting loaded into the back of one of them.

And lastly a small report into the murder of Gertrude Robinson, listing Jonathan Sims as one of the suspects along with one about an older guy, who was apparently found dead in Sims office.

Jane leaned back and whispered: “What the actual fuck.”

After that the rumors spread over the campus and by the time the next lecture rolled around the whole room was buzzing with nervous energy. Sims took one look around the room and sighed: “You are probably not going to let this go in favor of learning something that will actually be useful. Correct?”

A murmur went through the crowd, they had realized that the rumors had most likely reached Sims, but they hadn’t realized he’d be so straightforward about it.

“Okay.” Sims said, “I am willing to sacrifice ten minutes of my lecture for inquiries, but I will not promise to answer.”

Then he waited. Sam was the first to raise his hand and when called upon he asked: “How did you get the scars?”

Sims thought about it, the class thought he was thinking about how to bring it delicately and thoughtful, but inside Jons mind he heard Martin laugh at him and tell him he was an idiot after Jon had told someone the round scars had come from tripping. In hindsight it hadn’t been a good excuse, so Jon decided that vague was probably the safest way to go and said: “A workplace incident.”

Without raising his hand this time Sam asked: “Did it happen during the attack on your workplace? Why would anyone even attack archives?”

“The Archives are a small place in a big organization.” Jon began to explain, ignoring the fact that the Archives had been the target, “And in the end it turned out to be an aggressive infestation, just an accident.”

“Why your institute then?” Sam asked.

“Depends on if you believe in the paranormal, but you have to excuse me, Mr. Jacobs. It seems you are not the only one with questions.” Sims replied, then he turned to the other side and said: “Yes, Ms. Hendrickson?”

“Did you murder anyone?” she asked, clapping her hand over her mouth afterwards in shame of the question that she had blurted out.

Sims didn’t react to the harsh and accusatory question, just said: “If I murdered anyone, I wouldn’t be here, but in prison, don’t you agree?” then he smiled, but somehow Jane didn’t feel comforted by it.

Jesse spoke up, causing Jane to duck into herself in the hope that she wouldn’t be noticed in her seat next to Jesse. She asked: “Then who murdered them?”

Sims huffed a breath, blowing a strand of hair out of his face in the process and answered: “That would’ve been my former boss, I have to say I’m happy to see him gone and his replacement is more than capable.” he looked at the clock and clapped his hands, making more than a few people flinch. Then he stated: “That’s enough questions, time’s up. Lets get back to the symbolism in poetry during the Renaissance.”

And so life continued with Sims as their professor. There was still something uneasy about him, like he was just a sliver off in a way you couldn’t pinpoint, but felt in your bones.

But he was actually quite nice. Which was weird in itself, since he could be pretty prickly and snappy if he found your reasoning or answer particularly stupid or ignorant and he was generally grumpy, but that changed completely if you actually had a problem and needed help. He would listen and then explain with the things you could understand, it was as if he could look at you and know what you needed to understand. That was also strange, but it was nice to have someone explain so correctly.

He was also a walking encyclopedia. He had fun fact about everything and when they said everything they meant everything. When he noticed Mary had died her hair he said: “I like your hair, did you know hair dye contains over 5.000 chemicals.”

Then when Jamie asked what kind of tea he was drinking he answered: “Lady Grey, it was created by Twinings in the early 1990s to appeal to the Nordic market, which found Earl Grey too strong.”

While discussing Oscar Wilde he commented: “Funny how important this guy is, since he has only published one novel in his life.”

When Kyra stumbled in late telling him the taxi had broken, he replied with: “Well cars have about 30.000 parts, so it isn’t far fetched that something broke.”

The funniest part about it was that it just happened to slip out it seemed. He was also just as surprised as them when something like that tumbled out of his mouth and he always covered it up with a small cough, before ignoring it had happened and moving on with his lesson.

It had become a bit of a game among students to make him say a fun fact. Sims had caught on to it, but he didn’t seem to mind all that much, his lips only tightening the littlest amount and his eyes tiring slightly.

So all in all, after two moths of lessons they felt like they knew the guy. He was nice in a grumpy way, could tear you apart verbally if he wanted to, had a lot of facts and worked part time as an archivist, which was apparently a pretty dangerous job.

Jane, Jesse and Sam had become pretty close to him, often staying after class to ask a few questions about the subject, help clean up, try to pry into his private life. The last thing never seemed to work, but it was fun to try and Sims had never let on that he minded it. He even seemed to enjoy their little chats.

Then one time after class, he suddenly looked up, frowned and stalked out of the hall. Quickly sharing glances the three followed after him, curious what had gotten his attention so suddenly.

They walked through a bunch of the main halls, then through a few quiet corridors until they were much further than hearing range, making them slightly uncomfortable. There was a kid, first year probably, barely an adult still very much baby faced, crying on the floor, knees drawn tight to his chest.

Cautiously Sims approached him and gently lowered himself to the ground. The kid looked up at him with a startled face, but Sims shushed him and gently asked: “What’s wrong?”

There was something off about the words, something compelling. The kid starts to speak, he had a slightly northern accent: “It’s all so different here with the big buildings and large crowds with loads of people everywhere, still I’m all by myself. No one want to talk to the dumbass from north, who has trouble with the tubes, you know.” he sniffled a sad chuckle, “And everything is just so overwhelming and I have no one to guide me or to talk to and I hate it. Then I saw everyone just talking about a party and I know it’s dumb, but I heard them say they were going to invite everyone and someone asked even me, but then they laughed and said of course not and I just couldn’t anymore, so I went here and I cried.”

It seemed he was finished and went back to small sniffles and silent tears. Sims gently put a hand on the kids knee and said: “Did that help?”

“Yeah,” the kid looked at him, “bit cathartic, honestly. Sorry for the trouble.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, Edward.” Sims said.

The kid didn’t seem to realize it, but the three silent watchers noticed the kid had never mentioned his name.

Sims went on: “If you like, you can come over to my lecture hall. There are a few older years there, nice people, who I’m sure will want to help you. And a cup of tea.”

Edward rubbed his eyes and said: “They wouldn’t want to talk to me, I’m a loser and I don’t want the to think I’m even more one by telling them what happened.”

“I’m sure you won’t have. They’ve been where you are.” Sims responded, there was a bit of an edge to his voice and they realized he knew they were there and he was right. Jesse had been too brash, Jane too shy and Sam too blunt, it’s what had made them flock together. It was much better now, but they all remembered those awful first weeks. Without saying a word they hurried back to Sims hall.

When he came back they were making tea and lounging around. Jesse greeted him: “Hey, Sims. Where were you suddenly off to?”

Jane pushed her slightly and said: “Don’t pry.” then she turned back, “Want a cuppa, we just put on the kettle?”

Sims smiled and said: “I’d like that, could you make one for my friend, Edward here, as well. I had forgotten I was going to meet him, he’s curious about the Minor course and I thought maybe you could tell him a bit about it. If it isn’t any trouble, of course.”

“Of course not.” Jane smiled, then gestured to a chair: “Here, come sit with us.”

Edward did and later left feeling much better with a few new friends.

Friends, who were beginning to be suspicious about their teacher. They had a lengthy discussion about his knowing stuff and his spooky vibe. But no certain conclusion could be made and they decided that the mission for this year was finding out at least one personal fact about their teacher to prove he was at least somewhat normal.

They didn’t have to wait long. Their classes had been thrown around due to an unfortunate miscommunication. So two classes were switched, causing Sims to teach on Wednesday instead of Thursday for just one week. He looked a bit pale that day, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was the season, so no one spared it a second thought. Until a larger man came through the door after a gentle knock.

He was tall, about 6ft2, and chubby with a crème sweater and jeans. His face was freckled and he wore a gentle smile like it was second nature. His hair was curly and looked very soft, he in his entirety looked soft, you know, like the kind of person you know gives good hugs the moment you see them.

Sims was the only one who didn’t seem startled by his knock, just looked at the man and frowned as he said: “Martin, what are you doing here?”

“Sorry, sorry, Jon.” the man, Martin, said apologetically, “I know you said not to come and such, but I saw you had forgotten your statement and I know how you can get without them, so I thought I’d bring them to you.”

“I was going to read it tomorrow.” Sims said, “It can wait for one day. It’s not like it used to be.”

“Yeah, I know that as well, but we agreed that a rhythm would be good for you and your body to get used to.” Martin replied, holding out a folder.

Sims grabbed the folder and sighed: “You’re probably right, annoying as that may be, but couldn’t it wait till after I was done?”

“No, I’m meeting Daisy to discuss the proper storage of a Hunt artifact and you know how Daisy can be.” he answered.

“Yeah, I know.” Sims chuckled, absentmindedly touching the scar on his neck.

“Besides, I wanted to see you.” Martin said, then he brushed a lock of hair, that had freed itself from Sims’ messy bun, behind Sims ear and pecked him on the cheek. Turning to leave immediately after calling out over his shoulder: “Read it, Jon! And don’t forget to pick up milk on the way back if you want any good tea.”

Martin opened the door and Sims smiled, like a real and soft and dopey smile, as he touched his cheek and yelled back: “I will, say hi to Daisy from me.”

Then Martin was gone and the silence that had fallen over the hall with Martins entrance was broken. Multiple people called out questions and it was a bit of a chaos. It took a few minutes to get everyone settled down again and Sims returned to his lecture as if nothing happened. Sam called out from the second row: “Really, Sims? Nothing?”

Sims shoulders sagged, he had clearly hoped he could get away with it and was sad that it hadn’t worked. He said: “Mr. Jacobs, although I appreciate your interest in my personal life, I hope that I don’t have to explain how normal it is for my husband to come bring me something I forgot at home.”

The hall exploded again, but Sims ignored it all again telling them there were more important things to talk about, for example the lecture, which will be on the exam.

For Jane, Jesse and Sam it was enough. Their teacher was weird and off, but he was nice enough and if someone as soft looking as the Martin figure was willing to marry him, then he was good enough in their opinion and not worth the detective work.

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Chapter Two: The Beast

Universe: The Mandalorian

Character: Din Djarin

Type: Reader insert (female)

Words: 2,610

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Chapter two lads! Genuine question, is it weird that I’m just adding you to the story. Like I legitimately can’t tell if I’m just writing out the Mandalorian or if I’m actually adding anything of value to it...

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Desert planets really were the worst, at least in your mind and the Mandalorian seemed to agree with you. Upon arrival on Tatooine, you were greeted with an old acquaintance of his who didn’t even know if Mos Pelgo was still standing until her droid pointed the way.

“Who’s your friend?” She asked him and gestured over his shoulder to where you were stood leaning against the the foot of the razor crest with your arms folded, listening to their discussion. He was hesitant in his response as in that moment he realised he didn’t even know your name. Thus far, he had never had to refer to you to anyone nor did he need to grab your attention for anything. He rarely asked for names, he would always find out in some way, much less was he inclined to give out his own name but he felt shameful at that momemt for not knowing yours.

“A passenger.” He eventually responded after glancing back at you.

“Another faceless stranger like you, huh?” She rocked the kid on her hip before handing him back over. He did not respond to her remark and simply thanked her before taking his leave, so you grabbed your new batons you’d gotten on the last stop off the floor and slid them into the holsters on your back where they lay crossed over one another.

-

“You sure there’s Mandalorian here?” You asked once you reached the town of Mos Pelgo, eyeing up the folk that resided there.

“I had word from Gor Koresh there had been a sighting here.” He seemed to be equally on edge as you were. So that’s what he had gotten up to when he went for a little walk into town the other day.

It was in a bar that you’d finally caught sight of this Mandalorian that was said to be here but much to the disappointment of your companion, he was not the real deal and subsequently he was to return his armour to be brought back to its own people which brought a tense situation about and surprisingly a Krayt Dragon straight through the village. A deal was eventually struck but something still felt a little bit iffy to you, so you kept your guard up. That armour was not his, yes but it was haunted.

-

Tusken raiders. This was going to be a fun team up, especially if this Cobb Vanth guy was going to get pissy about working with them at every opportune moment. You were getting pretty annoyed watching him refuse to drink with them and almost gave him a piece of your mind until he finally relented. Unfortunately for you however, he felt the need to come and sit with you away from the rest, probably in a state of embarassment.

“Well that was nasty..” He commented as he sat on the rock you’d perched yourself on but you made no comment and simply pulled out your blaster to inspect and keep yourself occupied.

“You’re not much of a talker either huh? “ You declined to comment once again, “Well just be grateful you didn’t have to drink whatever that shit was.” He drawled.

“Be grateful they even agreed to help after you refused to have one simple drink.” You finally piped up but kept your voice low and unwavering. He looked at you for a moment with his mouth slightly ajar then smiled a little.

“So you do have a voice.. and a ladies voice at that.” You felt the shift in his mood.

“I ain’t no lady, I can tell you that.” You remained fairly neutral with your annoyance subsiding ever so slightly.

“Oh I don’t doubt that..” He raised his brows and kicked his legs out in front of him then crossed one over the other. You stopped your blaster inspection and turned your head slightly to see him leaning back rather casually now and resting on his elbows. So he was getting flirty was he? You rather enjoyed taking someone’s ego down a peg or two sometimes.

“What do you mean by that?” Your tone gave nothing away but you mirrored his position.

“Well..” He was slightly taken back but he adjusted once he saw you lean back as he did, “I simply meant I can’t see you being particularly lady-like, maybe even fairly brazen..” He almost whispered the last word as he glanced around casually, his eyes briefly registering the Mandalorian who was almost certainly watching and listening in despite being preoccupied with the kid, so he turned in his side to keep a more intimate conversation going. You remained as you were and also noticed your companion’s attention running your way.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the Mandalorian.

“Is it not working?” He chuckled as he spoke softly, trying to maintain the intimacy.

“Do you see me trying to fuck you?” You looked at him now, briefly seeing your companion choke on his own saliva presumably.

“Well I wouldn’t expect you to try here.” He shrugged. This man was relentless.

“I would tear you apart before I even thought about trying.” You were so nonchalant he was almost disturbed by it.

Your eyes went to the Mandalorian again who seemed more relaxed than he had been the last time you looked. Truthfully he was grateful you had refused Vanth’s advances and was now finding it highly amusing.

“Alright, I get the hint,” Cobb laughed after finally speaking up, “However. I could probably get into that.” He hinted and you paused for a moment before finding the humour in what he had said.

“Well if I change my mind you can fuck around and find out.” You laughed under your breath.

“Deal.” He agreed with a hearty chuckle and then left you in peace to think about how maybe the company of others wasn’t entirely terrible and not everyone was out to get you. That last part was yet to be proved however.

-

You were stood just in front of the villagers and sand people, wanting front row seating on what was about to go down with the krayt beastie. You watched as the raiders took a bantha as an offering to what you assumed to be the front door of the great beast’s hideout. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little excited but moments later that all changed. Everything went to shit, it was too clever and it needed to be lured further out. Grappling hooks had been shot into its hide and there was a collective effort to hold them down but there was nowhere near enough man power to do anything against the strength of that thing. You shot one in an attempt to help keep the beast down but once it reared its head back, launching anyone attached into the air, you let go and let yourself come crashing down to the floor, winding yourself. You tucked your limbs in as raiders flew past you being dragged along by the ropes, you lifted your head and watched the last one blow past you, grabbing its rifle in the process then leapt to your feet and sprinted off to the side to keep the collective target off your back. You aimed your weapon and watched as it spewed some sort of acidic goo from its mouth, You didn’t know that could happen... Nor did you expect it to survive the ensuing blast.

You fired as soon as it reared its ugly head from the top of the cave and spewed more of that nasty green stuff. You liked a challenge but this was getting a little frustrating and required new tactics which were thin on the ground with this thing. Just as your mind went to the Mandalorians and their jetpacks, they took off up to the beast.

“Keep going!” You yelled to the crowd and joined them, fronting a heavy assault on the beast to keep its attention but it didn’t hold for long when the other two started firing and it retreated once more. God this thing was annoying...

There was a brief silence waiting for the next attack and locating where it would come from. You focussed yourself and felt for where it was coming from, whilst watching through your scope. ‘Behind.’ Something in you told you it was behind and you swing your body around to scan the dunes behind you but your vantage was poor so you moved closer to the group where the Mandalorians turned to follow your sight. Sure enough you were right and it came thundering down the dunes. Now what? All you could really do was shoot. Unless.. the bantha.

“Hey!” You got their attention and nodded to the bantha that was strapped with explosives.

“Get its attention.” The mandalorian instructed Vanth and that he did but the bantha was restless. Next thing you saw was Vanth being jetted off against his will and the Mandalorian holding tight to the bantha. You focussed your sight on the bantha but he was in the way.

“Move!” You called and he glanced at you but remained unmoved. You felt your blood boil and and your breathing slow down but before anything else could happen, he had been taken down with the dragon and you were left in a deafening silence, only briefly registering the kids concerned garbles.

‘Move.’ You repeated your last words to yourself and they echoed around your head, growing from a whisper to a frantic wail. You shook your head and snapped out of your daze a little too late to pay heed to your own warning. You started running but the ground beneath you broke and the dragon resurfaced, flicking you into the air at enough of an angle to let you land safely into a roll and back to your feet. You turned sharply, rifle at the ready but the Mandalorian hovered above it with the detenator in hand.

‘Fuck.’ You thought and lowered the rifle just in time to witness the explosion through your own eyes and your rifle being torn from your hands. You were however several feet in the air, watching the sand riple around you. The force of the explosion left you no room to right yourself in the air for a comfortable landing and it felt like forever that you were flying. You heard the kid in that moment again, his concerned little cry urging you to be alright. You took a deep breath and willed yourself to arch backwards until you saw the floor slowly getting closer. You pulled the batons from their place on your back and prayed they were a good investment then stretched your arms out above your head until they made contact with the sand. You kicked your foot and swung your body around to plant your feet on the ground too in s crouching position. You pressed down hard until you came to a stop next to Vanth who took his helmet off to make a point of looking at you, confusion plastered across his face for a moment.

You stood to your feet and he joined you in watching the beast, making sure it really was dead this time and given that it was practically torn apart you’d say it was. The job was done. The raiders and the villagers cheered at the sight of the fallen beast so you let your guard down and your legs gave way, letting you sink to your knees and catch your breath.

“You alright?” Vanth appeared beside you and knelt down to your level.

“Fucking A.” You panted as you stared at your hands, willing them to loosen their grip on the batons. Vanth disappeared and the kid appeared in his place next to you and rested his little hand on your thigh, you looked at him and felt your body relax itself.

“Thanks kid.” You sighed and touched the palm of your hand to his head before attempting to will yourself to your feet again but you felt the burn in your thighs as you shifted your weight forwards, making you groan in frustration and question why you pulled that stunt in the first place. Your life wasn’t in mortal danger so what was the point.

“Fuck sake.” You whispered to yourself and sighed again.

“You okay?” The Mandalorian stood before you now. ‘Great. More attention.’ You thought as you drew your gaze from his feet up to his helmet. You took in the little bits of slime that clung to the beskar and watched him extend his hand out to you. You felt anger again then and begrudgingly slapped your palm into his, letting him help you up because truthfully you needed it.

The Mandalorian wanted to ask you a million questions in that moment. They had all built up over the past few months but his stubbornness to remain withdrawn always got the better of him, especially since you were built the same way. You never asked him questions but then again, he didn’t seem to have an air about him. He was a damn good bounty hunter, he was great at his job and the best there was but he had the odd bit of technology on his side. There was nothing technological built into you, he knew this because he had scanned you once out of curiosity so the questions remained. How did you sense things so early? How were you so skilled in combat? And HOW did you twist your way out of a blast like that and kick your leg off of something that wasn’t there?

He was staring at you and you could almost hear the cogs grinding around in that bucket of his.

“You fucking idiot.” You finally broke the silence and jabbed a baton into his chest plate. You were short tempered, he knew that much but you seemed genuinely angry and he was surprised by such an oddly personal interaction. “Move out of the fucking way next time.” That definitely felt like a threat. He watched you walk past him and over to the carcass of the beast then he followed suit wordlessly.

-

Vanth stuck to his word and handed the armour over to the Mandalorian wishing him luck with the child then he stepped over to you.

“Any chance you fancy staying here?” That was an odd question you thought.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Truly you had no intention of sticking it out here.

“Just wondering if you’d changed your mind..” He grinned and you snorted.

“It’s far too hot for me here to even attempt that sort of business.” You put your hand on your hip.

“Well, you could fuck around and find out. On your next visit maybe.” He added with a smirk and you shook your head.

“Maybe.” You both knew you were lying but it was all harmless either way.

You bid your farewell as did the Mandalorian then you both started heading back to the ship. You took the armour from him to help distribut the load but it still felt haunted. You touched your palm to the helmet and paused for a moment then jerked your torso around to scan the horizons.

“What’s wrong?” The Mandalorian stopped just ahead of you and saw you looking back. You were too tired to deal with whatever business was going on, you felt no immediate threat so you shook it off and hooked the bundle over your back and proceeded in front of the Mandalorian.

“Nothing.” You mumbled on your way past as he stood watching where you had been looking then he sighed and followed suit.

[monohart]

pretzels. (boyfriend!au)

ft. kim jungwoo, younger siblings and a safe word for “save me”.

when you started going out with jungwoo, your younger siblings / younger friends were even more excited then u were

bc he was the nicest and kindest and most considerate guy in the world

ok no lie he was nicer than u and he was kinder to your friends too lol

i don’t blame him honestly he just wanted to make a good impression on your friends who he knew meant a lot to u

even tho they can be ... quite a handful sometimes..

the first few months were okay because your friends were still on that.,, getting to know him stage,, so they were quite shy

until once u were like

oh boy u regret it now

but u were like

a bit tired of how they always came to you for requests and favours

like hey can u help me with this homework,,, or hey can u pick me up after school bc my parents are too busy...

so u were like

ok here is my boyfriend’s number, just ask him to help u bc i’m rly busy

it started off good, bc like i said, jungwoo wanted to be friends with your friends too!!

and your friends were like WOW...... IT a BOY hHhHhHhh

and jungwoo was like ᵒᵐᵍ ᶦᵗˢ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵇʸ'ˢ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ʰʰʰʰʰᴴᴴʰᴴᴴʰ

u liked seeing them get along well too

UNTIL,,,,

a few weeks later

whenever u were like

hey jungwoo can we hang out this saturday i finally finished my assignments for now

and he goes

“oh ... oh no i promised your friend.. the one who always wear pigtails? i promised her i’d take her to the mall for the uh, claire’s big discount sale”

“... did you just turn me down bc u have a date with my 7 year old friend..”

after much persuasion from jungwoo your 7 year old friend finally let u tag along

she was looking forward to spend the whole afternoon with jungwoo bc he was nice and he smiled and gave his genuine opinion on stuff

and he’d buy bubble tea for her just to see her smile kjdsnf he was soft for that kinda thing

ʲᵘⁿᵍᵘʷᵘ

he wasn’t like u who scolded them every other minute, for spending too much money and wasting time

basically they hated u at times bc u were such a mOM.

so anyway at the mall date outing, when the 7 year old was busy browsing through some necklaces at the sale, you pulled jungwoo aside

your friend was little but she eavesdrop on stuff a lot

so when the store manager wasn’t looking you pulled jungwoo into the small storage room at the back

and he’s like

slightly panicked

and he kept licking his lips bc he was nervous and also he forgot to wear your favourite chapstick

the one u really liked the flavour of

because he thought u stole him aside because u wanted to kiss him lol poor baby im sorry u just wanted to talk loolol

"we need a safe word...”

“for? what?”

“for when you can’t stand my friends anymore... and you want me to tell them to back off.”

“oh... it’s okay. they’re really cute and i don’t mind”

“you’ll change your mind after two months, wanna bet?”

“huh? oh.. it’s really okay, baby.”

“okay just in case you change your mind... just... tell me that u want some pretzels and i’ll get it.”

he laughs. “okay then.“

u reminded him about the secret code for a distress call almost everyday and he’s like yep no worries i’m good rn

then before u know it two months fly by

you still get to spend a lot of time with him during the week

but as the semester rolls by you both get busier and busier w studies

he still helps your little friends with the little favours and stuff and he still likes them with his full heart but

but whevenr he goes hang out with them he noticed how reluctant u were to join and that small crestfallen look on your face when u think that he and your friends prolly enjoy each others’ company more than yours,

made him worried fr

so he called u one evening

u were walking home from a night class

and y’all chat about bland things until he goes

“i miss you.”

and you’re like pft come on we talk everyday and we spend our weekends together

and he’s like :(

“but it hasn’t been.. just us.. in a long time..”

cUE SOME SMIRKING

u were like

hHEHEHE

u decide to play w him a little

“but too bad my little sisters like you so, so much and you seem to like them too and they’ll be disappointed if jungwoo oppa can’t come and play with them anymore”

he goes silent for a while and u could tell he strugglin’

“i... i guess i just want some pretzels...”

he added quickly “just for a while?”

“and how long is your while, baby?”

“um, one month?”

you think about it.

one whole month where you get jungwoo all to yourself again

yeah of course what the heck he was your boyfriend after all

literally that night you phoned your friends to say jungwoo was super busy this next month so they weren’t able to find him

cue some sulky sad depresso 7 year olds but wtv!!! they’ll live!!!

also

jungwoo that headass

he came over to your place and packed a bag of your stuff w all necessities and basically kidnapped u for a few days

netflix every night until y’all both fell asleep!!

lots and lots of cuddling and spooning and soft shit

on nights without netflix y’all lay in the dark and talked about whatever came to mind

his favourite place was the crook of your neck

tickled u hella but u let him bc u liked being the small spoon

felt safe and protected uwu

he smelt nice after showers too

he doesn’t wear cologne but u know that very fresh laundry and soft cotton soap smell

yeah that’s jungwoo and it was so warm and soft

waking up in the mornings you’d find that he hadn’t moved at all and was still spooning u

tbh he’d usually be up before u so when you turn your head he’d attack u w kisses

hug u a bit tighter until you start laughing bc he always said the first thing he wanted to hear in the mornings was your cute little laugh

you’d go to the library together to “study”

u being the kind of college student who don’t wnana delay graduation and longer than it should be, worked diligently

but your mans kim jungwoo was willing to risk it all

you’d look up everyone few min or so and he’d be just looking dreamily at u

w a small silly grin on his face

his eyes go a little softer around the edges like he was looking at smth absolutely gorgeous and cute

u kick him under the table shyly

and he gently kicks u back

and y’all nudge each other back and forth until u couldn’t stand it anymore and drags him out of the quiet area

there’s a fire emergency staircase next to the toilets around the back of the library where people rarely go

before u could fully make sure there weren’t anyone lurking around the area he’s already backing u against the wall and kissing u

hhhhh

one of his hands is against the wall just above your ear and the other hand is on your chin

meanwhile your hands are everywhere tho

and he loves it

awkwardly stops when some lost first year kid come walking up the stairs only to immediately dash back down again hhh

gave u an excuse to hide against his chest

made him giggle a bit uwu

but then lifted your chin up and dove back in :)

anyway :)) after y’all finish :)) making out :)) you head back to your desks like nothing happened :))

some people stare though

at jungwoo’s tousled hair and bright red cheeks

and at your swollen lips and shifty eyes :))

when the one month come to an end it feels like coming home from a honeymoon really

bc everything goes back to normal and your friends are ringing him up again

but you didn’t mind because it’s only gonna be a matter of time before jungwoo comes back and asks for pretzels again uwu

[sadlittlenerdking]

Patchwork Love

The Magicians

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Apparently there’s a spell that can conjure things from memory. Which is all Quentin needs to create a Grand Romantic Gesture to convince Eliot he’s serious about Them. 

He’s not even sure it’ll work. But Kady mentioned it once, absentmindedly, from her place at the center of the couch in the physical kids cottage. And they’ve (once again) successfully stopped another disaster, and beat the library, and got magic back.

The only thing that’s not how it should be is entirely Quentin’s fault, and even if this doesn’t work, he has a back up plan. Because things are finally going to be perfect. They’re all going to live, no more monsters are coming to kill them or fuck shit up, and they’re going back to Fillory. For good. He just . . . needs to make something as abundantly clear as is possible, so nobody (read: Eliot) gets it into their thick skulls that what he’s asking for is less than what he wants.

He walks through the shops doors, flinching as he crashes through the curtain of stringed beads, and a loud bell chimes to announce his presence, loud and assuming in his ears.

“Ah! How can I help you?”

Quentin opens his eyes, then, tilting his shoulder up and swiping at the beads clinging to him, until they all fall and clash noisily behind him. “Uh—I,” He looks back at the beads, contemplating an escape, before turning back around. “I hear you, can. My fr—well, she’s not really a friend. I mean, kind of? We’re not close—“

“Sir?”

Quentin clears his throat. “Right. Sorry. I—I hear you can create things pulled from memory?”

The shopkeeper makes a face, before leaning forward conspiratorially, “And who did you say sent you here?”

“Kady? Orloff-Diaz?” He expects he’ll have to describe her, but the shopkeepers eyes brighten with recognition.

“Ah, yes. my favorite little hedge witch. Tell me, how is she? She’s not stopped by in a while. Though, I expect that has to do with the chaos surrounding magic.”

“I—she. It’s a long story? But she’s okay? Now?”

“Brilliant!” He motions over his shoulder, “Follow me, then. I’ll just have to ask a few questions and then we can—“

“There is, uh. One. Thing? I should mention.”

“What’s that?”

“The memory is… from a separate timeline? That didn’t happen, but also kind of did.”

“But it’s still clear?”

“As if I’d lived it in this lifetime, yeah.”

The shopkeeper grins, “Brilliant. That’s all we need. A clear image and moment from which to pull from.” He steps out from behind the counter, and holds a hand out for Quentin. “Come on my little lamb. To the slaughter we go!”

“What?”

“You’ll see. Memory stripping isn’t too much fun. Some women have likened it to child birth.”

“Oh.”

“Doubts?”

Quentin swallows thickly, because no. There aren’t any doubts. Not anymore. Not after six months as Brian, and four more with Eliot as a nameless creature inhabiting his body. Not after quests and deaths and mayhem. No more fucking doubts so long as …. his anxiety reddened mind allows him to go without. Which probably has a time limit of about five more minutes.

“No, but—"

“Best get started, understood. Come along.”

And then they disappear through the back and there’s really no going back from here, is there?

**

During the quest, he didn’t tell anyone, but he’d created a journal. A timestamp of every quest related moment that mattered, or had an affect.

The day they stepped through the clock, but also didn’t, is preceded and followed up by three empty pages. So Quentin can always find it easily enough, without bookmarking it with hearts and enchantments that basically screams at any onlookers (read: his nosy-ass friends) to HEY COME LOOK AT WHAT QUENTIN’S GOT UNDER HIS BED.

So, he knows what today is. Has known for weeks. Months, even. But the last couple weeks are all that matters. Because there’s a disconnect from their feelings and their actions, now. Whereas before, everything came easy. Or, as easy as things involving Eliot Waugh can possibly grow to become. But now, there’s an invisible wall built up. From Quentin being Brian and crying over Eliot’s (second) death upon getting his memories back, without knowing that Eliot had been very much alive, but hiding beneath the creature, watching everything around them unfold without any control. To that moment, just a few weeks ago.

Of the fire beneath Eliot’s eyes slowly fading to confusion, to Quentin being pulled into a world crushing hug, and all of their friends piling on top of them.

To Eliot looking at him like he wants to say something, but being just as frightened as Quentin for once in his life.

Because so much has happened.

But beneath all their trauma and pain and loss, they’ve still got feelings piling up high and wide for the entire world to see if they just take one look at either of them.

But Eliot sees rejection and regret, when he looks at Quentin. He knows it. Because every time Quentin’s taken the opportunity to mention his feelings, in the past or in recent weeks, Eliot politely reminds him that he’s passed the point of experimenting and having stress related romps in the darkest nights of war.

Eliot, as closed off as he can be sometimes, is looking for a fairytale. Or, as close to one as he can graze his fingertips up against.

And, in all honesty, after all that they’ve been through, Quentin’s on the same page.

He’s not in love with Alice, or bored, or desperate for a time killer.

He doesn’t want Eliot because it’s convenient. Because it’s not. It’s messy and consuming, and they keep finding ways to hurt each other. They keep fucking everything up. It’s mostly Quentin, but Eliot has his moments, too.

But it’s time for Quentin to take a stand. Because it’s always Eliot, watching and waiting and willing when the time comes. It’s always Eliot willing to take the plunge. To get hurt. But he’s been hurt enough. He’s suffered enough.

So, Quentin didn’t say anything. Until he remembers an offhanded comment Kady said once. About a stuffed bear she loved as a toddler that was stolen. About her mom, tapping her temple and saying, “ My Kady girl, you never have to worry about losing the things you love, so long as you have them up here .” Of the secret magic shop that spells items from memory into existence.

He looks down at the bag as he makes his way up the stairs of the cottage, still surprised the shopkeeper had managed to find it with all his digging. His head and body are still so, so sore. But today is the day preceded and followed by blank pages.

Today is the only day to Make A Point.

There are no girls with baskets of peaches and plums to distract him. Only a girl he once loved, who’s grown into herself, and has moved on. A house full of friends. No distractions. Nothing.

He can’t think of a place he’d rather be.

Which is why, when he reaches the top of the stairs, and stops in front of Eliot’s door, that he shakes his head, turns away, and heads for his own bedroom. He sets the bag on his bed, gently, and thinks, as loud as he can for Penny to appear.

He should know by now to specify, but it’s too late because new and old Penny are standing in his room, staring at him with matching looks of disappointment. “What?”

It’s eerie, how their voices echo when they speak at the same time.

He smiles guiltily up at them. “I was just wondering… if you could help me set something up.”

“ What ?” New Penny asks, just as Old Penny scoffs.

Quentin’s grin turns up three degrees. “I’m going to tell Eliot I love him.”

“Ten years later…”

New Penny shoots Old Penny a glare, and turns his attention back on Quentin. “You know I can’t do that for you, right?”

“No, no, no, yeah. i know. I just. Was hoping, you could convince him to step through the clock and go to Fillory? Maybe, make it seem like a group outing kind of thing?”

“You could just walk into his room and say ‘hey love you, let’s fuck,’” Old Penny says, raising his eyebrows, “It literally doesn’t need to be this difficult.”

New Penny scoffs this time. “Man,” He says, “Did you lose your sense of romance in the underworld or something?” He rolls his eyes and grabs Old Penny by the elbow before shooting Quentin a look. “We’ll get it handled.”

“No we w—“

“No more pining .”

Old Penny stops struggling, and levels Quentin with a look Quentin can’t quite comprehend. “He’ll be there in an hour.”

He just opts to take that as a win and grins.

**  

Not even forty five minutes later, Quentin hears the tale tell sign of someone walking through the woods, as leaves and twigs break beneath their feet. He straights out the blanket beneath him, and adjust the plates of food, swallowing anxiously, as the footsteps get closer.

“Hello? Look—not that I’m not into the cabin in the woods vibe, here, guys, I just—“ Eliot stops mid-sentence as he breaks through the trees and comes face to face with Quentin and the picnic. “Oh.” He doesn’t move. Even his hand stays planted on the side of the tree, where Quentin’s pretty sure the bark is digging into the palms of his hands painfully.

“I thought we could--“

“Where did you get that?”

Eliot still hasn’t moved. But his eyes are drawn to the ground in front of Quentin. And his voice is higher, slightly panicked or shocked, Quentin’s not sure.

But, he will admit that he’s starting to feel a bit panicked as his own eyes slide down to the blanket he’s sitting on. He clears his throat, and shrugs, before looking back up at Eliot. “I was hoping we—we could. Uh. Eat, and you’d notice it somewhere around the strawberries? And then I could give this—this speech. It’s not really a speech. I mean. It is but—“

“Q?”

“Right, sorry. I—“

“How—“

“I had a magician pull it from my memory and give it a form?”

Eliot’s eyes snap back up to Quentin’s, then. “What? Why?”

“Because I—uh. Wanted—Shit.” He shuffles up to his knees, panicking truly now, as the plates and drinks shake dangerously around him, until he can push onto his feet and stand up. He looks down at the slight state of chaos overtop the blanket. “See—you. You ruined it, you know?” He says, looking back up. “You were supposed to—to, just. Walk through and be like, ‘oh, what’s this?’ and I’d grab one of the cups,” He pauses, pointing shakily at the cup that had been by his foot just moments ago, “And I’d say, ‘Happy Anniversary, Eliot’ and you’d think on it, all confused like, what, but then you’d see the blanket. And then, you’d look up at me, then the cup, then the blanket—“

“And then I’d kiss you?”

Can a person's heart stop without it killing them? Can Quentin’s heart stop in his chest? Is that a thing that can happen?

Because if not, help, someone call an ambulance or something because he’s almost definitely dying.

“Q?”

He wills himself to look back up at Eliot, with the tiniest of nods. “Yeah, actually.”

“Like last time.”

“Yeah.”

“Last time, we—“

“We could have done better,” Quentin interrupts, taking a needy step closer. Just because they haven’t been as close lately as they were before, doesn’t mean he doesn’t long for the proof of Eliot’s existence, in either touches, or just the proof of life given by the warmth he emanates. “We—we can. We still have a chance, to. To do this right. We’re not in any danger—“

“Which is the only time you’re—“

“That’s not true. I just—I fucked up. A lot. But I’m not only interested when we’re in peril or something. I—I. I always want you around. And, I—I don’t know. Fuck,” He hisses, reaches up to run a hand through his hair in frustration, “I forgot my speech. You—you weren’t supposed to see it and then this gets all confrontational. It—it was going to be romantic and. And I was going to tell you I love you, in that really weird, all consuming, sometimes fucks up my spells because I’m too happy for them to work, kind of way. But I can’t even—“

“Q.”

“—do that right because I’m such a fucking disaster. And I just wanted to prove—“

“Q.”

“—to you that I’m in this for the long run, and that I’m not—“

“Q, you’re panicking.”

“—just looking for a quick, time killing problem solving fuck, or anything like that. I mean, obviously—“

“Quentin—“

“—I want to sleep with you again, because hello, but I—“

Eliot comes striding forward in four long steps until he grabs Quentin by his shoulders. “Q, you’re spiraling. Stop.”

“But I—“

“Stop.” He looks him in the eye, mimes taking a deep breath, which makes Quentin realize that he’d somehow said everything without taking any breaths in, so he follows the mime, until he’s not panting for air. Until they’re standing beneath the Fillorian trees, staring at each other. He’s not sure if it’s the exercise, or just because of how intoned they are with each other, but their chests are rising and falling at the same rate. Touching on the inhale, and separating on the exhale. Again and again.

Quentin keeps getting little glimpses of the feel of Eliot’s heartbeat.

“Are you good now?”

“Am I ever?”

“Are you going to faint?”

“No.”

“Good.” He half expects Eliot to pull away, but the concern in his eyes slowly fades, as the crinkles at the corners of his eyes appear until he’s staring down at Quentin like he knows something Quentin doesn’t—which is always dangerous.

“What?”

“You told me you love me.”

“What?” He furrows his brow, before sighing, because yeah, he had just blurted it out. “Shit—I—“

“Don’t apologize, Q.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to Quentins. “You got the blanket. From the night we kissed outside the house by the mosaic.” Quentin nods, his eyes fluttering shut. “You didn’t buy something similar, or go to a shop in Fillory and see if there were any. You went to a hedge witch parlor, and had it literally ripped out of your memory like it's some kind of mix tape CD from the early 2000’s.”

“A mixtape would have been a lot less painful.”

Eliot chuckles. “Physically, maybe. But mentally? The emotional harm? It wouldn’t be worth it.”

“Are—“

“For the record, I love you, too.”

Quentin opens his eyes then. “But you’ve been avoiding me. I thought—“

One of Eliot’s hands come up, his thumb grazing against Quentin’s cheekbone, while the palm of his hand wraps around his jawline. “I figured it’d be less traumatic.”

“What?”

“What the creature did to you…it was in my body. I figured the less you had to look at me, the easier it’d be.”

Quentin swallows thickly. “I mean,” He says, “I kind of never want to—to stop looking at you.”

“Oh?”

“No.”

Eliot grins down at him, and before Quentin even realizes what's happening, he finds himself pushed up against the same tree Eliot had held onto. And Quentin was right—the bark is sharp. But so are Eliot’s teeth, and they’re glinting in the sunlight as Eliot looks him over. “Then you don’t have to,” He says, leaning back in, until his nose presses against Quentin’s.

“Okay. That—that’s—“

“Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to make use of the blanket you so painfully collected?”

“I—I also—cooked…”

“I’m hungry,” Eliot nods, “But not for food.”

“That was—disgustingly cheesy.”

“Coming from you? The one who had his friends trick me into thinking there’s a big, creepy picnic in the woods. When instead it’s a poorly crafted love confession?”

“Ouch.”

Eliot chuckles, “I’m sorry,” He says, “But you really didn’t think it through, at all.”

“Do I ever?”

“….Fair enough.”

They stand quietly for a few moments, breathing each other in. Until Quentin, impatient and expectant, pulls back enough, just to say, “So… are you going to kiss me? Or?”

Eliot’s laughter is the last thing he hears before he feels his lips on his.

**

When they get back to the cottage, they wash the blanket, and fold it up, setting it alongside the back of the couch, so they can see it whenever they’re home, to remind them.

**

“I swear to god if that is the sex blanket on the couch that we all sit our happy asses on, I am actually going to murder you both. I don’t care if Eliot is my best friend! ”

It finds its new home on Quentin and Eliot’s shared bed.

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Long Time No See

Originally this was hitting the 15 paragraph mark when I wrote my first and second draft of it sadly I had cut down the first draft to start the second and had to deal with crippling disk and memory space errors on the part of my laptop for days and days, going a sentence or two if I was really lucky, killed everything but the Tumblr tabs I had open at one point and still I was burring the needle at 99% Disk and Memory with them alternating when I would get a lall which turned out to be a bit of a damnable issue here are two almost 3 weeks past the 3 or 4 days I wanted off to here turning into a several week long slog to get back to fighting form when it came to Tumblr, worlds number one rated non-optimised writing platform. ;) Short story, I was doing nothing special at the time when Google crashed and everything I had started and saved up from weeks of interspersed work, pop, just deaded. Not letting it get to me or get the better of me. So much and many apologies to all who’d been waiting for my return and none for those I knew were praising the Sun for my departure. Back to the mission.

Yeah so your probably wondering why Believer is up there well when I was balls deep in 15 paras of information, addresses, etc. I explained that. I will now summerise. As the song goes ‘I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been’ and indeed I am both perturbed and exhausted at the sheer amount of pointless skullduggery that goes on in these parts. In tall and in short, there is a large number of people, roughly 20-30 blogs worth of people, I have talked to concerning a group of blogs behind a series of anonymous attacks both in asks and in attacks on character. Example: People being approached and told to stay away from this particular them, unprovoked sudden advice from formerly unknown parties. I have evidence. Corroborated witness testimonies, screenshots and so on by those that had been approached. I’m not releasing the names of those I’ve uncovered, I dropping this all, washing my hand and walking away. Frankly, this has all been sadly not worth it, in time, effort, etc. though there are moments of this that will bring me unparalleled joy for years to come. I’m done this is over end of it, wanna talk about it come too me.  I’m winning this the only way I care to. This is with a moral victory. How is this a win you ask? Well, I’ve conducted myself with pride, dignity, and respectability. I could have had the people I talked to block these people like they’ve had others do, through manipulative and scummy practices. Could have had everyone I talked to flood and I mean flood their ask box in waves give them back in a couple days, a couple of hours what they gave my friend over months and months. I could have easily organized a staged, collaborative effort to have the people I talked to confront the accused about what they are accused of which would provide a net result of these people, one, in particular, doing what they tend to and probably blocked a significant portion of their followership to just think that they are winning by slamming the door and not answering anyone who might have information on what objectively bad things they’ve done. Oh just to mention it. Every single one of my sources was a member of the involved's followership. All considered, it would have been an intoxicating catharsis to ruin several days of these people, one in particular, organizer, described mastermind, lead poisoner, arch-advocate of the attacks on my friend but that’s something I could have and would have done and acted on the first week I had the info. This is not something I did, could have but that’s not me. No matter what anyone pours it in your ear or tries to. I’m better than these people. Not better than my followers, friends, most people but for fucking sure these scummy cowardly bottom feeders. In that I mean people that attack with anon hate and ORGANIZE attacks on character. I feel bad for those they manipulated, they lost out on a really cool friend by not giving them a chance. Think on the people you’ve blocked and why, ask yourself what they did to earn it, seriously. Maybe try reconnecting for a second chance, another try. If they really actually turn out to be bad you can always jump back behind the sandbags and cut ties. Everything above taken into account even beyond those that could and would get hurt there’s a serious question of those involved competence, mental health and ability to be held to account for their actions. I’ve done some serious looking into things like arrested development the condition, not the show. It’s an interesting read and sadly fits the actions of some of these folks a little too well. I advise anyone interested have a look. Ask them for screenshots, theirs not a single person in this community on this platform or any other that could ever provide a single negative screenshot concerning me, telling someone to block someone else, telling someone to harass someone or that I’m pleased to hear how you’ve been harassing someone. I’m ending this so truly innocent and generally respectable people do get hurt in this proses, in the flamethrower of facts and evidence I’d be bringing to this and given things as of now I’m done. I have one closing remark for this. Goes to show “You can have the moral high ground every single time if you pick your weapons and your battles.” - Me to someone that didn’t believe me.

PART 2 - The Second Thing, Second. And as that second line goes ‘Don’t you tell me what you think that I can be... I’m the master of my sea’ I’ll make this brief. Far briefer than the above. A lot and I mean a lot of people on here are all smoke and no fire. All talk and no action. Not all but most. I got a titanic ration of shit for not for flapping my fucking gums about standing up to bullies, anon hate spewing cowards, etc. but actually going out of my way to do something about it, to stand up not just against bullying but for a very close and dear friend. I’m in charge of what I do. You are in charge of what you do. I do what I do because it is founded on long-held beliefs and well thought through moral founding, unbrake able but not unmovable. I’m open to change even welcome it but you have to convince me. If you challenge my beliefs, especially if I respect you, I will explain my beliefs and defend them. I never have to justify them because they are self justifing. --- Bullies are trash. Yeah, I think you all agree. Stand up for your friends whether or not it’s cool. I think it’s pretty solid. Have self-confidence when facing a foe any foe but especially a cowardly one. Anyone man that's fought a war, even most that didn’t, can tell you their branch was the best god damn branch ever on the face of the planet. ---- About the size of the important ones. You don’t have to believe ‘em or follow ‘em but by golly bring a real sensible argument if you wanna refute them with me. I’m willing to respectfully listen to anyone but bring more than ‘your wrong, I’m right’ with you pretty please. Further and more you should never be a puppet to what other people want you to do. That said I will list what I do here, you do not have to do it, I do not care what you do to/ or with anon hate, I will help you and stand up for you if you need me but I don’t care generally because how you handle your business because it is your business and not mine, not that I don’t care about you. BUT. I respect you enough to believe you are capible enough to choose for yourself what to do. I have heard it all and know what I am doing please resect that. I’ll hear anyone out ever but understand just because you and I talk doesn’t mean I ever have to do what you say. Same with you, to me. How it should be. Okay? Got it? Good.

Things I do to and with bullies. I make a display out of mocking them. I will look like the worst human on earth and not care and it will be bookended with an intelligent and pointed reply to whatever criticism they bring. I will and do strut around unafraid of pathetic little anon worms because unlike most people hear I have belief, conviction, and experience. I have been shot and stabbed. And I’d take one or the other again for most people, friends and good ones most of all. I see anons, hate most of all as the most cowardly and pathetic bullets or alternatively grenades. ANON HATE HURTS PEOPLE. I will whether seas of it, give anons note and reply to every single one I get to stop it from hurting people, from hurting someone that rare rare person that doesn’t turn it off or answer it but reads it, reads them all because to know what anon hate is and or whether or not you got it, you have to read it. Damage. Done. So just delete it is not feasible. IN MY OPINION. If you think I’m wrong... I haven’t gotten any since I got on here and my friend that was getting hate, it stopped the day I showed up and made my statement. The day I called them out and stood up for my friend’s character. If I or they go any... you’d have seen a violent and visceral display of vocal retribution fit to section me. Sound track the verbal violation and everything. Everyone says to turn off anon. I will not and never will. Why not? They win, they made you change and that will spur them on to the next one and the next one. It’s worse for not replying because they are annoyed at that and once they hit the right person at the right time. BOOM it’s over they pushed some great off the site, stopped an artist,  writer, a person, a human being from enjoying themselves on here. Not right and I’ll never stand idol for it and I’ll never take a back seat. I will jusmp on and rip apart any anon hate that comes my way with the biggest smile and darkest laugh because as the song goes.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally.”

I’m done with this. Anyone that want’s me talk to me privately or openly or whatever. Don’t care. I’ve burned tons of time on this, setbacks, problems, a friend acting a fool over it and the writing of this in one go tonight, right now, done. Hope you enjoyed the read. Don’t be shy come by and say ‘hi’ :)

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Pegoryu Prompt: Confession

@littlemissmellodeeThis took longer than expected, but here is the prompt you submitted to me. I hope you enjoy it!

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Ryuji’s heart sinks in his chest as he watches Akira drop to the floor. An angel shadow looms over Akira, grabbing him by the hair as it readies another kouha to strike a finishing blow. Captain Kidd’s electric skills will do nothing, but he has to act fast. He takes a deep breath and rushes angel with all he has, taking a bit of damage from the light attack. Ryuji’s blow knocks the massive angel out of the air, crashing it into the tile floor. He looms over it and pulls out his shot gun, pointing it to the center of the thing’s forehead. Its eyes water.

“Please spare me!” It wails in a shrill voice. It spreads its wings, they bristle and ready to take flight.

Ann runs to Akira’s side and places a hand to his back. “What do you want to do?”

Ryuji grits his teeth and looks at Akira from the corner of his eye. Akira is still on the ground, quaking in a bloody mess, unresponsive to Ann’s question. His gaze refocuses on the angel, brown eyes burning with unbridled hatred. He cocks the gun.

Ann looks back up in a panic. “Ryuji! What are you doing! This has to be una-“

Too late. A bang resounds through the room. The angel is dead with a large smoking hole through its forehead. Ryuji turns around and paces over to Akira as the shadow evaporates in a torrent of blood and black mist. He kneels down, back facing Akira. The brunet looks up, eyes barely able to open.

Ryuji looks over his shoulder. “Gimme your arms, Dude…”

Akira reaches up and places his hands on Ryuji’s shoulders. Long rips run along his red gloves, making several sections hang by mere threads off of his fingers. He can’t grip onto Ryuji at all, any exertion sends sensations of pain up his arms. He lets out a soft whimper.

Ryuji’s eyebrows knit together. He gently maneuvers back against Akira, draping his arms over his shoulders. Akira shudders and sags against Ryuji’s back. He grabs onto Akira’s legs and hefts him up onto his back. Akira’s head lulls over Ryuji’s right shoulder. Ryuji looks toward Ann, Yusuke, Morgana, and Makoto.

“Cover my ass, I’m gonna sprint.”

Everyone nods and readies their guns. Ryuji readies himself and takes off running, even with his right knee quivering and every nerve feeling like it’s on fire. He looks ahead, blowing through groups of guards, alarms blare and bullets are whizzing by them. His back and shoulders grow warm and sticky from Akira’s blood. His breaths grow shallow. Ryuji’s eyes widen, he pushes harder. He needs to move faster. Nothing else matters except getting Akira out of the palace. He would blow his knee out before letting Akira die here.

The doors to the bank are in view. One large guard blocks the way. Ryuji grits his teeth and lets out a growl as he bowls the thing over, rushing through the doorway. Morgana shoots through the door next, with Makoto in tow. Yusuke and Ann bring up the rear, spraying bullets into the horde of pursuing shadows.

The palace falls away, revealing the real Shibuya. Everyone is in their regular clothes, even Akira seems normal. The evidence of the cuts and bruises are gone, but something is wrong. His breaths are still shallow. Ryuji’s knees give out and he collapses to the ground. He gives Akira’s leg a squeeze. No response.

“Hey, this ain’t funny, Man…”

He squeezes harder. Still no response. He takes hold of Akira’s hand. It’s too cold to the touch, like there’s no longer anything inside keeping him warm. His lips are turning blue.

“No…no, no, no!” Ryuji looks up in a panic.

The rest of the group gathers around them. Their faces all pale. Yusuke approaches Ryuji and attempts to take Akira from him. Ryuji stumbles to his feet. His eyes are wild. The dark haired boy steps back in bewilderment.

“Eff off!” Ryuji stumbles on his bad leg, but wills it to hold his and Akira’s weight any way. “I know a place… just help me get to the train.”

“Kay…let’s go.” Ann goes to support Ryuji’s weaker side. The group maneuvers through the crowd, attracting strange looks from passersby.

They send the boys off on the train to Yongenjaya. They all want to go, but they could barely stuff Ryuji and Akira into the remaining space with Morgana enduring the tight squeeze inside of Akira’s book bag.

A young couple sees Ryuji’s predicament with Akira and attempt to give up their seats to them, but an older couple manages to steal them away before Ryuji even has time to react. He shoots the old bastards a scathing glare, but doesn’t have any further energy to waste being mad. Akira needs every ounce of strength he has to safely make it to the shady doctor.

As soon as the doors slide open, Ryuji shoves past everyone and bolts toward the clinic. He stumbles along the road, clipping and sometimes outright shoving past people going about their business on the narrow road. He tackles the door open, breathless and cheeks flush. Tae looks at him as if he is absolutely nuts until she sees Akira’s limp body on his back.

“Go to the examination room.”

Ryuji takes a bit too long to move, his knees quake and his mind is pulling him in too many directions. Tae’s eyes narrow as she gets up and slaps a hand against the desk.

“Move it!”

Ryuji snaps out of his stupor and hurries past the doors into the back room.

Tae sets to work immediately. She maneuvers IV hangers and various monitors around the room. She readies the examination table as Ryuji carefully eases Akira off of his back and onto the wax paper on top of the stiff table.

“Take his clothes off while I set up the transfusion.”

Ryuji hesitantly begins pulling off Akira’s uniform shirt. His vision blurs as he sees the scars from this evening’s angel attacks. They litter his body, up and down the toned planes of his abdomen and dangerously close to his heart. Ryuji’s hands don’t want to cooperate as they hover over the button of his pants. It feels like he is violating his best friend. Even in such a situation, he can’t help but linger too long. He looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Tae is about ready to turn around. Ryuji figures that it is better him than her that does this. At least that is the best justification to set his hands in motion. The button and zipper give way easy enough, revealing black boxer briefs and even more scars as he pulls Akira’s pants down his slender legs. Ryuji can hardly stand to look at them.

Tae whips around places a mask over Akira’s mouth and hurriedly sanitizes the area over his right antecubital. She does a quick blood pressure check and lets out a ghasp. As she inserts several items into Akira’s arm, Ryuji’s vision blurs then goes white. The last thing his sees is Tae’s shocked face and Akira’s feint breaths against a respirator.

He wakes up with a massive headache from, what he assumes, his head hitting the floor. His head is elevated, but his only view is of Tae’s outrageous choice of footwear. He groans as he lifts himself off of the floor by the examination table. Tae sits at the desk, scribbling down notes while keeping a watchful eye on the monitor. Ryuji winces at the pains in his knee and head as he pulls himself up to kneel by Akira. His complexion is better, but Ryuji is still unsure of his friend’s condition.

“He’s stable…I calculate that he will regain consciousness shortly.” Tae assesses Ryuji without so much as a glance.

“Thank-“

“Look, I don’t want thanks for this and though I’m curious I don’t want to know. Whatever it is though, it’s put him in no position to do it again.” She slowly pivots her chair around.

Ryuji turns to face her stern eyes. “I…yeah. He ain’t doing this again.”

Tae nods her approval and hands Ryuji two capsules.

“The hell’s this?” Ryuji stares at them, skeptical of their contents.

“The yellow is for your head and the green one is for your knee. Take them sooner rather than later. He’ll need your help to get home.” She gets up and nudges Ryuji aside so she can pull the needle out and put a tourniquet on his arm.

Ryuji turns away as Tae performs her tasks. He stares at the pills for a moment before dry swallowing them. It can’t be helped.

Akira lets out a little groan as he starts to wake up. All of the tension falls from Ryuji’s body as he turns his complete attention to Akira. Heat is welling within his chest. His heart feels like it could burst out of him at any moment and he’d be fine with it. His best friend is okay. That’s all that matters. Akira ain’t going anywhere. He’s not leaving him.

“Akira! How are you feeling? Are you okay? Jesus Christ, you had me going there for a bit!” Even with the relief, Ryuji is entirely too frazzled.

Akira drapes an arm over his eyes and smiles. “Sorry that I scared you, Ryuji…and thanks.”

“Don’t be sorry…just…” the blond takes Akira’s other hand in his. “Don’t fucken do that again…” Ryuji begins to quiver slightly. He places his forehead against the brunet’s hand. Tear drops drip from brown eyes across Akira’s pale skin.

Tae gets up and writes a prescription. She places it next to Ryuji’s hand and walks to the door. “I’m closing shop for today. Make sure he gets home safely. And no more of whatever it is that caused this.”

The door clicks closed and the room is left in an awkward silence. Akira turns his head to look at Ryuji, whose face is still buried against his hand. He��s never seen his best friend so panicked. He pushes himself up on one elbow and strokes the mess of blond hair gently with his free hand.

As soon as Ryuji feels this, he calms a bit. He can still feel that heat throughout him. Why though? When he thought Akira could die from his wounds, he totally lost it. He then remembers how he acted toward Yusuke, not wanting anyone else to touch Akira. Not wanting anyone to take him away. There’s nothing to that, right? He was just being protective of his best friend. He raises his head only to be face to face with Akira’s silver eyes. His cheeks and ears instantly flush. Shit… this isn’t just friendship any more, huh? When did this even happen? Fuck…who cares right now.

“Hey, Ryuji? You okay there?” Akira’s features fill with concern. “Your face is red…and you’re spacing out.”

Ryuji shakes his head. “Sorry, guess I’m still on an adrenaline high, eh?” He pulls back and flashes a genuine smile. That is, until he realizes that Akira is still naked. He hurriedly searches and locates the folded clothes that were under his head and shoves them at Akira.

“Your clothes, Dude. You can’t walk home like that.”

Akira flushes a little. Ryuji catches it and his own turns into a deep crimson hue. This guy is too cute. What the hell.

Akira struggles with his clothes. Apparently he’s still pretty weak.

“This is a little embarrassing, but Ryuji…” Akira holds his shirt and pants out to the blond. “Could you help me get dressed?”

Ryuji hesitates for a moment, but takes the clothes back and starts to redress Akira.The shirt goes on without much trouble. Now the pants… Ryuji carefully places each foot in a pant leg and keeps hold of the waist.

“Ehhh…I know this is gonna be kind of awk sauce.” Ryuji’s brown eyes shift back and forth.

“What do I need to do?” Akira stares up at him, equally flushed and just as awkward.

“I need you to lean on me.”

Akira nods.

Ryuji places both of the brunet’s hands on his shoulders. “Put all your weight on me.”

“Seems like I’ve been doing that all night.” Akira catches what he says too late. That sounded really weird.

Ryuji’s entire face goes red. “C’mon, Akira, how the eff can you say shit like that at a time like this?” The blond struggles to focus properly as he eases Akira to his feet, taking the brunt of the weight into his shoulders and chest.

“Just wanted to lighten the mood a little?” The words come out muffled due to the brunet’s face lulling in Ryuji’s neck.

Ryuji tugs the pants up and buttons them closed. Akira stumbles, but Ryuji quickly catches him by the waist. He’s so slender… Ryuji huffs and lets out a frustrated noise into Akira’s neck. Akira startles, but continues to cling to his best friend.

“What’s up with you? You’re acting strange-“

“Awe fuck it…”

And with that, Ryuji hefts Akira back onto the table, cups his face, and kisses him in a single smooth motion. Akira’s eyes go wide as Ryuji’s brown eyes close. He can’t take this any more. He’s too impatient to try and take time to figure this shit out or to try and read Akira’s signals. He can make amends and excuses later. He just has to do this.

Akira leans into the kiss and clings tighter to Ryuji’s shoulders. They remain this way for a few moments before they both pull back for air.

Akira brings the tips of his fingers up to feel the slight swell of his lips. “Is…is this a confession?”

Ryuji, in shock of what he just had the guts to do, drops back to his knees and buries his face in his hands.

“Because I accept.” Akira’s face still maintains a slight flush as he smiles down at Ryuji.

Ryuji’s expression shifts from incredulous to excited to elated in a matter of seconds. “You serious?”

Akira nods.

Ryuji releases a giant sigh and smiles. He turns around and pulls Akira back onto his shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

Akira happily leans into the warm planes of Ryuji’s back. They walk to the café in silence, relishing in their own relief and these new budding feelings.

[talvin-muircastle]

Five Books Challenge

Grab five books that you own, preferably a selection that shows the diversity of your interests, and talk about them. Then tag five people to do the same (if you feel so inclined.) 

I am going to provide Amazon links, you don’t have to.

1) Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon by Spider Robinson

There is a bar up in Long Island where you can walk in and just be accepted for who and whatever you are.  I don’t just mean Gay, Person of Color, things like that--nobody’s gonna even think twice about stuff like that.  You can be purple, have wings, be a talking dog, or maybe a purple talking dog with wings: if you have the cash and can make your order understood (and they’ll try really hard to understand!), you can drink with them.

If you can’t drink alcohol because recovering alcoholic or your people can only drink sulfuric acid, Mike Callahan will still find a way to serve you.

When you are done with your drink, you can return your empty glass for a refund of the deposit on said glass, or you can visit the ChalkLine.  There is a fireplace at one end of the bar, and it’s pretty big.  Sometimes there is even a fire in it.  There is almost always a lot of broken glass in it. When you step to the chalkline, the Place goes quiet:  you have their respectful attention.  You make a toast, and you smash your glass in the fireplace.  

Then, if you wish, you can explain your toast. Maybe you got a raise.  Maybe your cat died.  Maybe you came out of the closet to your family and now you have no home to go home to and so you came to this bar instead.  Maybe an alien race bent on destroying Earth sent you ahead as an advance scout and you have regrets because, dang, this bar ain’t half bad.  

They have seen and heard it all.  They respond with love.  And solutions.  

Oh yes.  Do come by on Punday Night.  The calendar there reads Sunday, Monday, Punday.  There are prizes.

https://www.amazon.com/Callahans-Crosstime-Saloon-Place-Book-ebook/dp/B004IK94VY/

2) Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card

I have a complicated relationship with Orson Scott Card.  I don’t care for his political or religious beliefs.  In fact, I disagree fairly strongly with some of them.

But I found Ender’s Game at a very low time in my adolescence, and it fit.  I was Ender Wiggins.  I was that kid who, no matter how well he did, was expected to do more.  Isolated, resentful, feeling unloved and unwanted (at least in the ways I needed to be wanted), Ender was a character I really understood.

Years later, I gave a copy to my father.  He broke down and cried.  “You...you really identify with Ender, don’t you?”  “Yes.”   

I know it hurt him.  But it hurt me first.

https://www.amazon.com/Enders-Game-Ender-Quartet-Book-ebook/dp/B003G4W49C/

3) The Mole and the Owl by Charles Duffie

This book almost didn’t make it to print.  It was on the Internet in the early days of the Net.  The problem was, the author thought it was a kids’ book.

Kids can enjoy it.  But this is a book about love.  About loving another, and self-love, and love despite differences, and how far someone is willing to go for True Love.

A Mole loves an Owl.  The Owl loves the Mole.  Then the Owl goes missing.  The Mole goes to find her.  A Wolf spares the Mole’s life on the condition that, if he stops searching for his Love, the Mole dies. 

The wolf stood. “Go.  Seek your love.  In this, you are not a mole, and I will not be a wolf. But I have your scent, and can find you when I choose.  I’ll be watching.  If you ever abandon your search and accept the word of the ravens, you will be your old self, so then will I, and as such we will meet again.”

He walked a few paces off, then turned and glanced back to the little mole.

“Wolves, too,” he said quietly, “love but once in life.”

https://www.amazon.com/Mole-Owl-Original-Novella/dp/1571740821/

4) God Game by Fr. Andrew Greeley

He never put his priestly title on the front cover of his books, but Greeley was a most unusual Sci-Fi/Fantasy author: a Catholic Priest.  A bit outspoken, a bit of a rebel, I think he made the Vatican just a bit nervous.  

God Game is showing its age, given how far Personal Computers have come since it was published in 1986.  But while the descriptions of the technology have changed, the basic game concept is still very popular.  Anybody who has ever played The Sims, or any one of a number of RTS games, will recognize the basic plot:  the narrator (an unnamed clone of Greeley himself) has been given a beta-test copy of Duke and Duchess, a “God Game” in which the player acts as God to a world where the inhabitants have all kinds of Free Will and use it in all the most irritating ways imaginable.  

Except that when he starts to play, a freak thunderstorm rolls up, a lightning bolt hits his house, and when the computer reboots, things are...different.  The graphics are impossibly good for that day and age.  The game mechanics have been tweaked just a bit.  The characters are very, very much alive.

The narrator just found himself sitting at his computer and playing God to a bunch of pseudo-Renaissance nobles and courtiers and conspirators.

Oh yes: the Bad Guys. The villains of his world are the Priests.  The Church of the Narrator is corrupt, vile, power-hungry, and could honestly give a damn what God wants or thinks.   Did I mention that Father Greeley made the Vatican a bit nervous?  Delightful man, simply delightful!

https://www.amazon.com/God-Game-Andrew-M-Greeley/dp/0812583361/

5) A History of the World in 12 Maps by Jerry Brotton

@chaos-and-cake got me this for Father’s Day.  I had put it on my Amazon wishlist because I saw it and thought, “Hey, I have always liked maps, this could be interesting,” and then I thought no more about it.

So glad I got this book.  I am not quite halfway through it (it is not long, but it is meaty, and I find it better to take my time and digest each chapter),and I have found that much of what I think I know about geography and history is wrong.  

Maps are political.  Maps are racially-motivated.  Maps serve the needs of the existing power structure.  Maps are an expression and a tool of power.  If you want to understand who is getting marginalized in a culture, look at the edges of their maps.  

Even the meaning of the word “map” has changed a great deal over the centuries.  Used to be, Maps showed the way to Heaven, symbolically at least.  

Very glad I got this book.  No pun intended: it is changing the way I look at the world.   

https://www.amazon.com/History-World-12-Maps-ebook/dp/B00C1N5WRA/

There you have five books off my shelves (or my iPad, as the case may be.)  

I am going to tag five people and ask them to share five things from their reading lists.  If they want to.  (I would say FanFic counts, but choose a nice long one? :) )

Hmm.

@chaos-and-cake

@diannamuircastle

@minimuii

@galen066

@seasonofthegeek

(and anyone else who wants to jump in, feel free, don’t wait to be tagged!)

[katbird787]

Playing with Fire

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, Oral (FR/MR), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up y’all), Swearing

Word Count: 3600  Apparently I have no chill

A/N: First time writing smut, please be gentle, but feedback is always appreciated!! Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged :-)

Tagging: @buckyb-avengers @avasparks @fvckingavengers

Masterlist

As I lean over the pool table trying to line up my next shot, I feel Steve come up behind me.  He drapes his body over mine and adjusts my hands on the cue "There, try that." He whispers.  From our position I can feel his warm breath on my neck.  I can also feel the heat of a blush rising to my face. "You're blushing Y/n" I hear Wanda say from inside my head, and I don't have to see her to know she and Nat are sporting matching smirks. I take a steadying breath and attempt to sink the ball at which I'm aiming.  Pulling back the cue, I shoot, and not shockingly, I miss the shot.  Groaning I stood up. "You're getting better" Steve offers.  Laughing and rolling my eyes " I wouldn't go that far". Bucky lines up his next shot, and naturally sinks it, thus ending the game.  Heaving a sigh of relief, I walk over to Bucky "thanks for putting me out of my misery" I say gratefully.  Chuckling he pulls me into a hug "anytime Y/n" and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.  I miss the smirk that he threw at Steve and the glare that was returned.

I had known Steve since he came out the ice all those years ago, Fury tasked me with getting him up to date on all that he had missed, and we fell into an easy friendship. Over the years he had let me in, and then I could see the funny and kind man behind that iconic shield. I grew to love him, and then grew to be in love with him.  I never acted on my feelings, however, as I put too much stock in our friendship.  When Bucky came back into the picture, I worried that I would lose my best friend, however, Bucky became an integral part of my life, as well as Steve's.  I don't know if it was because he saw how much I valued Steve or that we just got along well, but soon we three were near inseparable.  

That day found us at a modest get together at the Tower.  Well, modest for Tony, at any rate.  Bucky challenged me to a game of pool, and even though I know I'm a terrible player, I'm stubborn and competitive. And those two traits won out over my brain. Which led me to another frustrating and humiliating defeat. I left the boys to their devices and went to join the girls at the bar. I ordered a drink and could feel Nat and Wanda practically bouncing with their need to discuss the source of my previous blush.  The bartender set my drink down and had hardly turned away before they pounced "you like him..." "why don't you say anything?"  "He likes you too..." "you really should..." they talk over each other as I pointedly ignore them and down my drink and motion for another. As I receive my second drink, I turn to them and sigh "He doesn't" is all I can get out before Nat rolls her eyes and snarling mimic the rest "have those same feelings and I'm not willing to ruin our friendship." As I purse my lips and tilt my head, she continues in her usual way "Oh stop being a fool! Literally everyone knows he has feeling for you."  

"Yea! Feelings that are more than friendly" Wanda adds, waggling her eyebrows.

Thinking over it "Maybe you're right, and maybe he likes me, and maybe one day Tony will make pigs fly. But until I know for sure?" I trail off. And with that they, thankfully, change the topic.  We had been sitting in comfortable conversation for about 20 minutes when another partygoer steps between Wanda and I and angles himself toward me "I can help" he offers.  Narrowing my eyes "That'd be great, there's plenty of room at the other end of the bar" I snark; trying to regain the conversation I was having with Wanda.  

The man chuckles "No, I mean I could help with your pool game"

Forcing a smile to my face, though I'm sure it looks more like a grimace " I doubt it, I'm pretty hopeless" and once again turn my attention back to the girls. "Oh come on, babe," he continued, "I'm a great teacher" he said with an inflection that insinuated he meant more than just pool.  As I poorly suppressed a shiver of disgust, I felt warm hands wrap around my waist from behind, and soft, plump lips press against my ear "Hey doll" Steve whispers, and I feel my lips quirk up in a genuine smile.

"Hey Steve" I say as I press my lips to the sharp angle of his jaw, fully playing into it. Even though the pang of disappointment that it is just a falsity is sharp within my chest.

I vaguely hear the man stumble over his words as he excuses himself, mortified that he tried to pick up Captain America's girl. As he leaves I see Wanda and Nat also excusing themselves with knowing smiles.  

As everyone deserts us, Steve remains with his arms wrapped around me, so I turn in his arms and crane my neck to look up at him "Thanks for that" I chuckle. He hums in response, still glaring daggers at the offending party, so I bring my hand up to cup his cheek, forcing his eyes to mine: "Thank you."

At that he cracks a smile "anything for my best girl" he simply says, kissing my forehead. As he pulls back, I wrap my arms around his, so that my palms are pressing his triceps, preventing his retreat.  "Steve" I whisper as I tilt my head. His brows pull together as he tries to figure out what I'm insinuating. My eyes flicker down to his full lips, as I unconsciously let my tongue dart out to wet mine before trapping the bottom between my teeth.

He leans in, and with that small action I'm not sure who closes the gap first, but as our lips meet, it's electric. While it starts off slow and tentative, it deepens as Steve’s hands slide down to my hips, pulling me flush against his body as his thumbs sneak under the hem of my shirt, rubbing circles that sets my skin on fire and shoots heat straight to my core.  I moan into the kiss, and he takes the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue. Who know how long we stayed there, lost in each other. But as we both felt a need for air we wrenched apart, gasping, eyes wide, pupils dilated. I see a flicker of doubt cross his face and with that he goes to pull away.  I reach my hand up around his head and play with the soft hair on the back of his neck. "Steve" I whisper yet again as I tilt my head to meet his lips, this time with poorly hidden need.  

As he pulls away he clenches my hand in his "Do you want to get out of here?" He whispers breathlessly. Hope glinting in his eyes as doubt clouded his voice.

Eyes wide at all that has happened, I nodded "Yes please" I gasp.

And with that, he threads his fingers through mine and leads, well practically drags, me to the elevator.

As we wait for the elevator, the air was filled with electric anticipation.  It dings open, and we board, turning slightly toward each other as the doers close.  As soon as they shut and the elevator starts moving, Steve stalks toward me with a predatory glint to his eyes that makes heat pool between my thighs. I don't register than I'm backing up until I collide with the wall.  With that, he takes one step closer. I can feel his body heat radiating through the layers of clothes. Another step; his hips press against mine; hands slowly comes up to thread through my hair; eyes asking permission. As an answer to his silent plea I crash my lips to his and pour out all of my slow burning desires.  His lips meld with mine, fighting for dominance; teeth and tongue. My hands have tangled themselves around his neck and into his hair of their own accord, as his fingers trace down my spine, leaving tingling patterns in their wake.  They slide to my ass, giving it a gently smack.  I can't hold back the moan that small action pulls from my throat, but I can feel the smirk on his lip as we continue to kiss.  His hands wander farther down to grasp the back of my thighs and pull me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.  Back still pressed to the cool wall of the elevator, I break apart to take a breath just as the elevator arrives at his floor. With smooth purposeful strides, he walks us to his room all the while I place sloppy kisses along his jaw. With unparalleled swiftness the door is open, we are through it, and then I am pressed up against it. Steve’s soft lips are working down my neck.  He presses soft, wet kisses along the gentle column and I tilt my head to give him more access.  As he find a spot that has me moaning, he takes the opportunity to rock his hips, rubbing his hard length against my core; enough friction to provide relief, but not nearly enough to sate our lust. His hands trail back up my waist, slipping under my shirt, setting fire to my skin wherever his fingers touch. As his hands continue their ascent they bring my shirt with it, leaving me in my black lace bra. As his mouth comes back to my neck, I whimper, "Steve, please" gasping as he bites down on my collarbone, sure to leave a mark.

Answering to my plea, he pulls away from the door and walks us to his bed, gently placing me on the center before he hovers above me. Bringing my hand to his firm chest I gently push him back until he's sitting on his heels and I'm upright.  A look of confusion crosses his face until I reach down to untuck his shirt and pull it up over his head, revealing the sharp planes of his stomach.  Gently I ran my fingers down his stomach, noting the way he tenses under my touch. Hooking into the waist of his jeans, I pull him back down on top of me, loving the way his skin feels against mine. He runs his hands up my ribs, snakes around my back and deftly unclips my bra, nearly ripping it off my shoulders. As he leans back to take me in, I know I look wrecked.  As does he, lips swollen, hair messy, chest heaving.  His large hands come up to cup my breasts, thumbs running over my taut nipples, the contrast of his warm hands and the cool air in the room making me groan in pleasure, sending sparks to my core. My eyes flutter shut at the sensation and I miss him closing the space between us.  When his hot mouth covers my nipple I gasp his name, hands flying to the back of his head and arch my back, trying to pull him closer. His other hand kneads my other breast, paying it the same attention. Releasing my nipple with a pop, his tongue barely teasing my skin as it runs down into the valley of breasts. Expecting him to head to the opposite nipple I give a squeak of surprise when he gently nips the underside of my breast, moaning as his tongue soothes the spot before taking the other taut peak into his mouth. Licking, sucking, nibbling; his ministrations have me a whimpering mess below him.

Appearing satisfied with my current state, he trails soft kisses down my stomach before pressing a kiss to my clothed core and then pausing.  I pry my eyes open and look down my body.  Meeting his bright blue eyes, he teases the waistband of my jeans, silently asking permission.  Giving him a shaky nod, with agonizing slowness he pulls my pants and underwear down my legs, dropping them on the floor when they clear my feet.  Kissing his way back up my legs, he purposefully avoids the spot I need him the most.  Groaning in frustration "Please Steve..." and with that his mouth is on me, I nearly come off the bed as he licks a hot stripe up my folds before parting them for his assault.  He moans when he sees how wet I am, "All for me?" He asks gruffly. Moaning, I nod my head.

Not satisfied with my answer he bits the inside of my thigh, causing my eyes to fly open as I yelp. Looking down at him, his normally clear eyes are dark and stormy "I asked you a question, and I want an answer,” he demands.

Nodding again "Yes, only for you" I whimper, hating how needy I sound, but that goes out the window when he lowers his head lapping up all I had.  His strong tongue dips into my entrance and his arms wrap around my thighs pulling me closer.  My fingers clench at the sheets, desperately trying to ground myself.  His tongue moves up to circle my clit, slowly, as if he were mapping my pleasure.  Above him I am a mess, eyes screwed shut, bottom lip held fiercely between my teeth as I bite back moans as the pleasure surges through me.  

Biting my other thigh "I want to hear you" he demands in his Captain's voice. God damn it was hot, "Yes Captain" I moan loudly, arching my back trying to bring his mouth back down to my dripping center.  I miss his eyes darkening even more at the title.  He harshly sucks my bundle of nerves into his mouth swirling his tongue around it as he plunges two fingers into my tight we heat.  A scream tears out of my throat as pleasure courses through me from his onslaught. Crooking his fingers, he searches out the spot that will lead to my undoing.  Moans and whimpers fall from my mouth as his continues the steady assault on my core.  I feel the familiar coil tightening, and I know it won't be long until I'm thrown into ecstasy.  Sensing my desperation Steve doubles his efforts and with a few more pumps and flicks I come screaming his name, light bursting behind my eyes and I arch off the bed. He slows his ministrations, but doesn't stop, as he draws out the last few shocks of pleasure.  As I slowly return to reality I miss him pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth to clean them.  Still struggling to catch my breath, I crawl over to him, as he stands at the foot of the bed. I quickly undo his belt and push his jeans down, boxers coming with.  I gasp as His cock spring against his stomach, hard, red, and arousal evident on its tip.  I grasp his thick length, as he hisses through his teeth at the pleasure. Swiping my thumb across the tip to collect the pre-cum that has collected, I draw my thumb into his mouth, humming at the salty tang.  The simple action causes Steve to groan above me “God Doll, You’re killing me.”

With a smirk I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip.  With slow pumps of my head, I take his impressive length until the tip meets my throat.  A strangled moan comes from Steve as his hands card through my hair pulling it into a loose ponytail.  Looking up at him through my lashes, his eyes are nearly shut, mouth hanging open in bliss. Noticing my change of pace, he looks down at me and the glint he sees in my eyes cause his to harden, his grip to tighten and he pushes his hips forward.  I moan at the not unwelcome intrusion, and his grip tightens even more. Thrusting into my mouth, I can feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock.  A few more thrusts and he wrenches away, gasping, “I need to come in you, come with you.”

He leans down pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to my lips, wraps his arms around my waist and hauls me to the top of the bed.  Laying me down, my legs fall apart of their own accord and he moans at the sight before him.  Grasping his length in his hand he runs it up and down my soaked folds collecting the wetness and teasing my still sensitive bundle of nerves. Hovering over me, his weight supported by one strong arm, he guides his cock past my barriers, notching the head inside.  Grunting with restraint he slowly sheathes himself in my tight cunt.  Moaning at the delicious stretch I grasp onto his shoulders bringing his lips to mine in another heated kiss. As he bottoms out he pauses with a shuddering breath, giving me time to adjust to his size.  He dips his head to kiss down my neck and back up to the sensitive spot he found earlier.  

"Move, please" I rasp out, desperate for more.  

Always the gentleman, Steve obliges, pulling out nearly all the way before slowly pushing back in.  His slow thrusts paired with his soft lips quickly re-ignited the fire in my lower stomach.  He rests his forehead on mine, and our eyes lock. Both glazed with desire, but something else hidden beneath that makes my breath catch in my throat. Another slow thrust has me a mewling mess, desperate for more.  Reaching my hand to his face, I drag my thumb across his lower lip, "More. Harder" I moan.  

Continuing the agonizingly slow pace, Steve leans down, tongue tracing the shell of my ear before whispering, "What do you want?"

"You.  Steve.  Ruin me." I manage to gasp out.

Feeling him tense, I start to second guess my confession, thinking it was too much, and as I am about to apologize, he pushes up, lifts my leg on to his shoulder and with one last slow drag out with a glint in his eyes he simply states "Yes Ma'am"; and he finally slams home.  He sets a grueling pace that forces screams of pleasure out of my throat.  The angle that he has me at allows him to go deeper than I ever thought possible "Oh Steve," I moan. At the sound of his name rolling off my tongue his hands fly to hips in a grip that is sure to leave bruises and I love it.  My vocabulary is reduced to whimpers, moans, and pleas of his name, as his punishing pace forces me closer and closer to my end.  As I am about to topple over the precipice into pure bliss he wrenches himself out with a growl that shoots straight through me. My eyes fly open just in time to see him reaching down before flipping me to my stomach, grabbing my hips, forcing me to my knees and slamming back in.  The action making the coil retighten as he continues to pound into me. Curses and praises falling from his lips as his strong hands slid up my back gripping my shoulders, pulling me back onto his hard cock.

"Steve! Oh God! I'm so close" I force out in between moans.  At that his hand snakes into my hair, gripping and pulling it, forcing me upright. "Don't come." He growls. His breath dancing over my ear.

My eyes wrench open in confusion "What?" I manage to gasp.

"Don't come until I tell you" he huffs against my hair, as his hand loosens from my hair, snakes around my waist and splays out on my chest continuing to hold me upright. The change of temperature on my chest and stomach have me moaning "Yes Captain."

The growl that emanates from his chest at the title vibrates through me, and he snakes his free hand down my stomach straight for my clit, and starts to rub harsh circles.

"Steve!" I keen, tears pooling in my eyes as I try to hold back my orgasm.

"Come!  Come for me, Y/n" he grunts out, and with that order I explode.  Sparks flying through my limbs, screams of his name leaving my lips.  My clenching walls propel him to his own end with grunts and cries of my name he empties himself within me. Collapsing on the bed, his weight partially supported by his arm, we attempt to come back to reality. He rolls on to his side and pulls me into his chest. His broad shoulders and arms wrapping around me as a comfortable blanket.  I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head and I smile against his chest, hoping to prolong this perfect moment.

"That was incredible,” he breathes out with a chuckle.

Humming in agreement I nestle further into his embrace.

"God, I've wanted this for so long,” he mumbles into my hair.

Pushing away from him and pulling my brows together in confusion "What?" I ask.

His eyes widen "I thought you knew" he whispered.

I'm not sure what my expression was, but as he went to pull away, apology on his lips, I brought my hand to caress his cheek and brought his lips to mine, pouring my feeling out. Pulling away "I feel the same way, and have for a while. I just didn't want to ruin anything." I say breathlessly.

Laughing he pulls me back into his chest and tangles his legs with mine "We are both fools."

Humming in agreement I wrap my arms around him and let myself relax into him and let exhaustion claim me, completely happy.