#she makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and being long distance is fucking killing me

[its-kiripima-to-you]

I wished for you every 11:11... I squeezed my eyes shut and wished so hard til I was blue in the face.. and even though you're mine now I'll never stop wishing for you, for us

[smileysuh]

send in the clowns - TEASER

🌙 staring. Hyuck & Mark & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

tw/cw. clown kink? orgy, foursome, unprotected sex, semi-inexperienced reader, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, cum eating, squirting, fingering, masturbation, guided masturbation, spanking, choking, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, cum/filling kink, praise, dirty talk, first time anal, cock warming, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple reader orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, deep throating, face grinding, etc… I pet names: (hers) barbie, babe, baby.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 10.6k

🍭 aus. Halloween, frat au, friends to lovers, Joker!Jae, Buggy!Mark, Pennywise!Hyuck, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I'm not sure I can even explain this one tbh

“How long…” Mark leans close again, and his lips brush over your ear, “How long have you known we’re all into you.”

“You’re not great at hiding it, Mark,” you laugh.

“And you really don’t have a favorite?” he asks, pulling away to look you deep in your eyes. 

“Do I seem like I have a favorite?” you counter.

“It’s obviously me,” Hyuck says loudly, pulling you back even tighter. “I’m everyone’s favourite.”

Mark ignores Hyuck, his gaze dipping down to your lips then back up. Even in a sea of bodies, with Hyuck rubbing against your ass, something about being pressed to Mark’s chest while he stares at you like this feels intimate. He’s so pretty, especially with the clown makeup and the blue hair- it gives him this dangerous edge, but below the layers of red, white and blue, this is still Mark, one of the softest men you’ve ever met.

You can’t help yourself, you lean forward, reaching for Mark’s shoulders-

He practically smashes his mouth against yours, and you realize how eager he is by the way his tongue immediately swipes a lick at your lower lip. His fingers dig into your hips, tugging you closer and away from Hyuck-

A second mouth finds your skin, with Hyuck groaning against your throat. The sensation makes a shiver run through you, and you part your lips for Mark, who dips his tongue inside. 

You truly can’t believe your luck tonight. As you cling tighter to Mark, enjoying Hyuck’s rough hands on your body, you almost forget about Jaehyun- but as soon as he pops in your mind, you pull away from the roommates, turning to look for your Joker.

He’s no longer standing by the dance floor, he’s walking away, and your heart lurches in your chest.

“Jae-” you say, tugging away from Mark and Hyuck to chase after your favorite classmate. If you’re being really honest with yourself- you’d told Jae about wanting to fuck a clown because out of all three, he’s the one you could see yourself really going the distance with.

Jaehyun has two years on Mark, and three on Hyuck- he’s the most mature of the three karaoke fratboys you’ve been thirsting over. There’s something about him that’s always made you feel calm- in contrast to the chaos Hyuck brings, and the warm fuzzies Mark gives you.

You like them all in different ways, you suppose, and you can’t stand the idea of losing even one of them from your hook tonight.

“Jae!” you call again, louder this time as you follow him- catching up just as he makes it to the stairwell door. He turns to look at you, and you blink. “Where are you going?”

“Needed a stronger drink,” he muses, scanning your face. “You’ve got a little something, here-” he reaches, cupping your chin and brushing his thumb over your lips, “And here,” his fingers smooth across your neck.

“Oh-” you go to wipe at your skin, only to find white and red makeup on your hand.

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[unreliablesnake]

The only exception (Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader)

Summary: Ghost didn't date. But Osprey made him change his mind about this rule of his.

Warnings: a mention of his erection because he's an awkward penguin. no, don't ask me what it means, i don't know.

Ghost didn’t date. He had one-night stands to satisfy the physical needs he had, but that was it–no strings attached, no second meetings. To him, it was optimal. There was no drama, no need to look out for the needs of a partner after being away for long.

The problems began when Osprey joined the 141. He had been cautious since day one. He kept his distance and tried to figure her out, while Johnny went all in and spent every free second of his with her. Gaz and Price were also very open to the possibility of gaining a new friend, and eventually they all spent nights together sharing stories and playing stupid games.

He found it weird that everyone was so quick to accept her, even though Laswell made it quite clear at the beginning that she trusted this woman with her life. Ghost couldn't let his guard down so easily. She noticed, but respected his boundaries. Soap possibly warned her about him, telling him some bullshit story about why he was so cold to everyone.

But he wasn't cold. Not anymore, that is. The members of the 141 were like his family, and since she was one of them, she should have been considered family too. If that was the case, though, why couldn't he trust her? He often thought about this, and it wasn't until a late August evening in a Central European country that he realized what was wrong.

He liked her too much.

That night they went out for a drink to celebrate another successful mission, and she was wearing this gorgeous yellow dress with her hair pulled up, revealing the soft curve of her neck, and making her look absolutely irresistible. He was gripping his glass of beer a little too tightly, almost breaking it as he was staring at her. Soap noticed. He always noticed.

“Like what you see?” he asked as a joke, but his smile faded the moment he noticed the uncomfortable look in his eyes. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Ghost barked.

“You like her.”

A sigh left the lieutenant’s lips before he could stop himself. This only encouraged Soap to play matchmaker, because only 0.2 seconds later he raised his hand and signaled her to come over. Osprey smiled at them as she grabbed her drink and moved over to their side of the table, taking the narrow spot between the two men before turning to the sergeant.

Ghost hated every second that followed her arrival because the close proximity was slowly driving him mad. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, and the way she took a sip of her drink made him think about what else she could swallow. Fuck, he was losing it.

She and Soap were getting lost in a conversation, as if they had completely forgotten about him sitting right there, but then he heard his name leave her pink lips and this caught his attention. This was the first time hearing someone say ‘Simon’ made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“What do you think?” she asked with a smile.

“About what?” he asked, completely lost.

But she didn’t seem offended, instead she put down her drink and turned her body towards him as she replied. “Johnny wants to play pool, but since I suck, I thought we could play as a team and you could teach me.”

Yes, sure, because being so close to her would certainly help with his growing erection. Johnny will pay for this for sure. But for now he just smiled under his mask and nodded. “Sure, why not?”

Osprey was the light in the usual darkness of his life. She could lighten the mood without even trying, making everyone laugh with some stupid joke, and making them comfortable even when the tension was high. Now as they walked over to the pool table, he didn’t miss the lustful looks other guys gave you, and also the jealous side-glances from women who were with said men.

Johnny picked up two cues and gave one to her along with a piece of chalk. While the two of them exchanged a few words–which was mostly the sergeant teasing her–he took care of the balls in the middle of the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her lean against it with a hand on the green surface.

“You okay?” he asked her when his gaze turned to her face and he noticed the troubled look in her eyes. “We don’t have to play just because Johnny wants to.”

But she just shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’m more worried about you, big guy. If you don’t feel like helping me, I can manage on my own. Johnny would talk me through it for sure,” she added with a laugh.

What was he supposed to say? That he was more than happy to be near her, to have the chance to touch her while he's showing her somemoves? No, he couldn’t do that. So he tried his best to keep it cool. “It’s okay, I’ll help. I want to teach Johnny a lesson.”

After letting out a humming sound, she nodded. “All right, let's kick his ass, then,” Osprey said before playfully punching his upper arm.

And so the game began. Johnny was a pro, Ghost already knew that, but tonight he was more vicious than usual. He guessed it was only because he wanted her to be desperate for help, and sure enough she soon asked him to show her how to properly position the cue. He hesitantly put a hand on top of hers, covering it entirely due to the size difference, then leaned a little closer to her.

“If you want me to stop, just say so,” he told her quietly as his other hand rested on her shoulder. She gulped and nodded, but didn't stop him, instead she turned her head to the side to look at him. “All right, take a deep breath then slowly let it out. Focus on the ball you want to knock into the hole.”

Osprey did everything he told her, listening carefully as he explained the best way to play this game. It became clear that they made a good team, but he noticed that at one point Johnny began to let them win. Even though he gave the sergeant a warning look, he just shrugged with a wide grin and put up his hands. The young woman on his side didn't really understand what this was all about and he wasn't planning on telling her the details.

As the game came to its end, Ghost gave her more space to try her wings, playing without his help and celebrating every successful move. When she won, Soap acted like it had been a tough game, while he watched her with his arms folded over his chest, taking in every little detail since he had no idea when he would see her again. The wide, happy smile on her lips made him happy too. She deserved it.

She deserved nothing but good things.

Then he was knocked out of his pink clouded thoughts by her tight hug. He let his arms fall to his sides, trying to process this new sensation. Women had never hugged him before. All right, his mother did when he was a child, but that was a long time ago and that was entirely different. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced over at Soap, silently asking for help. The sergeant rolled his eyes at him before showing him that he should hug her back.

So he did; he wrapped his arms around her and even rested his chin on top of her head. She mumbled something into his chest, but the only thing he understood was a soft thank you. “We should meet before the next mission,” he said before realizing what was happening. His mouth moved faster than his brain. Shit.

“As friends or as a date?” asked Osprey, sounding playful and teasing.

He knew there was no turning back. “As a date. If you're single, that is.”

She let her small hands move to his belt, following its curve around his hips as her eyes were searching his face for something. The uncertainty was killing him, he had no idea if this meant she was in, or if this was just her wicked way of making fun of him. But when she stood on her toes and moved her hands to pull down his mask, he knew she was interested. This couldn't be an act.

“I like the idea,” she whispered against his lips. He was frozen to that spot, his hands resting on her sides while she stayed on her toes. “Won't you kiss me?” she asked curiously as she moved her hand to the back of his neck.

Should he kiss her? Wasn't it too soon? He kissed his one-night stands, but she wasn't like that. He wanted more from her, more than one good night. He wanted all of them; every day and every night. Just the two of them, together and as happy as he hadn't been for a long time. Or was it too much to ask for?

Before he knew it, she pressed her lips to his, initiating a slow, sensual kiss he hadn't experienced in a while. The kisses of the past few years were all hungry and feverish and messy, the total opposite of this one. In the background he heard Johnny's teasing whistle, but he ignored it, instead he got lost in this newish sensation.

[mandoalorian]

sensational

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell is away on a business trip for work, and you’re missing him more than you anticipated.

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: 18+ smut; guided masturbation, male masturbation, female masturbation, light degradation, edging, orgasm denial, phone sex, long distance after care 🥺

Authors note: I’ve missed writing. So here’s a little something for Maxie cuz I’ve missed him too :( <3

Maxwell had only been gone sixteen hours. He left at 6am, and it was currently: you rolled over to check the time on your bedside alarm clock. 10pm. You frowned, pulling the crushed velveteen blankets up to your chin. He was probably fast asleep now anyway— after the flight and a long day proposing business scheme after business scheme.

You missed him a lot. He promised to call you every morning and every night, so long as he wasn’t swamped at the office. That was his promise and truthfully, you thought you’d be okay. He was only due to be away for a week. You knew a lot of other long-distance couples had it much worse. But being alone in his big suburban house was more isolating than you had ever even considered. It felt empty without him, and it didn’t feel like home anymore.

At least tomorrow you’d get to see Alistair, so that was a plus. You mentally groaned as you remembered how you were going to have to visit Maxwell’s ex-wife in order to pick up his son. She didn’t seem to like you all that too much, and to be honest, you could probably do without the chore of visiting her every Tuesday evening and putting up with her crap. It would be okay though. Alistair was worth it.

Your mind wandered back to your boyfriend. Your smart, handsome and powerful boyfriend with the honey coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was always soft and warm— and a fantastic lover. Not only he was an excellent businessman, but he was also a brilliant father and a wonderful partner. He really was the perfect man for you.

You smiled wickedly to yourself as you remembered last night, and the antics you had both gotten up to before he had to leave in the morning. It was a long, passionate night. Your fingers ghosted over the love bites and bruises that were peppered across your neck and collarbones, and you gasped at the memory, a familiar heat rushing down your body.

If only he was here now… you two could’ve done it all over again.

Your glazed eyes flicked up to the telephone that was on your bedside table. You must’ve been staring at it for a good few minutes, contemplating things. Maxwell had scrawled the number to his hotel room down on a card before he’d left… just in case of an emergency.

You dipped your hand down to your cunt and felt your breathing hitch as you gathered all your slick on your fingers. You hadn’t realised just how wet you’d become.

Just call him. The devil on your shoulder urged. If he was sleeping, you certainly didn’t want to wake him but… surely there was no harm in an innocent goodnight call. At least then, you could hear his warm voice and his articulate words.

Maxwell Lord had you whipped.

Sighing, you took the phone from the hook and dialled his number. He answered on the first two rings.

“Hey honey,” he had a tired lilt to his voice, but just the depth and richness of his tone was enough to set a blaze in your tummy. “I was just about to go to bed,” he continued. “It’s late. Why are you still up?”

Yes, his voice was giving you everything you had desired, and more.

You swallowed thickly, your finger tracing lazy circles over your clit. “Mm couldn’t sleep. Was thinkin’ bout you.” you revealed, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. If you could get off to his voice alone, without having him notice what you were doing, that would be perfect. If he did catch on that you were touching yourself without his permission though… that would be a different story. “Miss you.” you exhaled, your eyes snapping shut.

“I miss you too sweetheart,” Max sighed, and you could faintly hear him shuffle around in his bed, the sheets making a fuzzy noise on the other end of the line. “What— what were you thinking about?”

The question was a trap. You knew Max all too well. He was right to have his suspicions.

You didn’t even bother opening your eyes, and you tried to repress a longing whine as your finger involuntary picked up speed, like some kind of reflex reaction to his question. “S-stuff,” you stammered out when you felt your fingers begin to dampen and slip between your folds. But ‘S-stuff’ was hardly going to be good enough for Maxwell. You dipped two fingers inside you, surprised at how well they were stretching you. “Mm— Max, miss— I miss—“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, already close to pushing your first climax out.

“Princess?” Max asked. “You there?”

Your response was delayed but was followed by a stifled moan that wasn’t lost on Max whatsoever. “Need you.” you gasped out, dropping the phone to your pillow by your head so you could use your other hand to rub yourself.

The friction of your digits rubbing against that sweet spot and the way your index finger and middle finger curled up inside of you was too much. You could feel yourself coming undone.

“Oh,” Max omitted knowingly, unable to contain the small smirk that was crossing his lips. “Oh baby.”

He felt his cock twitch from the faint little whimpers you were making, and he slid his hand under the waistband of his light grey sweats, freeing his already semi-hard erection.

“Tell me princess,” Max hummed. “What ‘stuff’ were you thinking about?”

Fuck. You wanted to curse. He knew. He clearly knew you were touching yourself to the sound of his voice; probably thinking you were needy and desperate. But you were. You really were and you’d give anything just to feel his hands on you right now.

“S-so much,” you answered, trying your hardest to collect your thoughts for him. “Undressing me. Caressing me. Mm, you playing with my tits like you always do. Kissing them— sucking them. Biting…” you reluctantly pulled your finger from your clit and began to palm at your breasts. “Come home.”

The two words were practically begging him. You ached for him. Your entire body was burning with arousal and you needed him more than you’d ever needed anyone before.

You knew it was a stupid request; and that he couldn’t just ‘come home’. But if you could have one wish— it would be for him to be on top of you right now, smothering you with kisses and whispering dirty little words into your ears.

“M-Max?” your voice was broken as you continued curling your fingers inside of you.

His fingers were wrapped around his own length now, pumping it as he imagined you sprawled out, naked on his king-sized bed. The grey sweats and white shirt had been long discarded onto the floor.

“I’m right here baby,” he assured, gathering the beads of milky white precum and rubbing it up and down his cock. “I’m here. Why— why don’t you take my pillow and grind your pretty pussy over it hm? I know you can get off like that, you dirty girl.”

Another uncontrollable whine omitted from your lips at his light degradation. You followed his orders, knowing better than to disobey. Taking his pillow, you got on your knees and positioned it in between your legs, holding the phone to your ear as you began to thrust your hips.

You imagined it be his lap. You’d rubbed yourself over his thighs plenty of times, making a mess of his designer pants and creating stains not even the drycleaner’s could remove. His pillow still vaguely smelt of his apple scented shampoo and it only spurred you on even more.

“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Maxwell grunted. “My pretty girl. What are you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure rifed through your veins. “I’m your pretty girl.” you confirmed, feeling your cheeks heat up when Max chuckled.

It was a sensation overload— and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last. Maxwell knew too, judging by the way your moans picked up and became jagged. “God— Ma-Mmm—Max,” your thoughts were fuzzy and jumbled as you increased your pace. You wanted to feel something inside of you again. Your fingers or a dildo or— something, anything. But you weren’t even sure if you’d get the chance. “I’m so close,” you warned. “Gonna— gonna cum—“

“No,” Max said darkly, his voice having lowered an octave. “Roll on your back princess, and pull the pillow off you.”

You wanted to cry. You knew he always liked to play these games.

“B—but,” you choked out, wanting to finish and reach your orgasm.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

He was using that scary business voice. The one you often overheard when he was on the phone with partners or associates. Reluctantly you pulled the pillow away from your weeping cunt put it back in its place.

“O-okay,” you mused, wiping the tears that had pricked at the corner of your eyes as you changed position and got comfortable on your back, just like he’d instructed.

“I wish I was with you sweetheart, wish I could fuck your little pussy. How wet are you?”

“Very.” you replied exasperated, desperately waiting for him to let you touch yourself again.

“Show me,” Maxwell smiled wickedly. “Move the phone in between your legs and finger yourself. I want to hear you.”

You frantically followed his instruction and inserted your two fingers inside of you, pushing them deep and curling them upwards so they hit that hot, spongey sweet spot. Your legs were shaking and your back was arched over top of the satin sheets as you panted your boyfriend’s name.

Max was more than thrilled to hear the squelching wet noise that echoed throughout the comfort of yours and his shared bedroom, with every thrust and curl of your fingers. It felt good but… it just wasn’t him.

Now his own broken gasps were audible. You loved to hear him. He always got loud when he was close. That’s how you knew he was about to finish. “So— so good. Sweetest cunt in the whole fuck—fucking world. When I come home I— gonna fuck you so hard.” he promised in between shaky breaths.

Your lips curled into a grin and you arched your back as your slick dipped down the softness of your inner thighs. After all the edging and over stimulation, there was no way you were going to last. This was exactly what you wanted; Max may not have been physically there but his voice alone had always worked wonders.

“Can we— can we cum togeth—“ your request was fuzzled by the way you buried your head into your pillow, feeling a warm flush of heat race to your core.

“Yes,” Max cut you off impatiently. “Are you close?”

“Y-yeah, I don’t think I can hold it—“

“You can baby, you can. I’m going to count down from three and we’ll cum together. Okay?”

You were a screaming sweating mess at this point, and his countdown couldn’t have felt any slower. Three seconds felt like three years as you mustered all your will to obey him.

“Three, two, one—“

He didn’t even say zero. The countdown was followed by a long groan falling from his lips as his milky white seed spilt all over his fist and his tummy. His cry pushed you over the edge and you released your own climax, spasming and shaking on his side of the bed.

You curled up under his sheets, still shaky, and pulled the phone back to your ear. “Hi,” you whispered sheepishly. “That was good.” you bit down on your lip, smiling to yourself. Your own voice was a little hoarse from all the moaning and whimpering.

“Yeah,” Max agreed, smiling himself. “Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” you admitted with a huff, relishing in his cologne scented blankets.

“Wish I was there to clean you up,” Max sighed, and for a split second, he pondered the consequences of catching the next flight home.

He always took care of you after sex, paying a meticulous amount of detail to how you acted after your moments of shared intimacy. He’d fetch you water and wipe away any mess with a warm wash cloth. Sometimes he’d even help you into some cozy pyjamas or one of his shirts.

“I can go clean myself up, don’t worry about me,” you hummed in contentment. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect baby,” he grinned “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“I can let you go—“

“No,” you cut him off, clutching onto the phone not wanting him to leave. Yeah you’d missed the amazing sex but truthfully, you’d missed him the most. “Can we uhm, can we just stay here on the phone together? Fall asleep together? I— I want you to be there when you wake up.”

Max hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t see a problem with your request. In fact, he thought it was a wonderful idea.

“Yeah, of course honey,” he replied softly. “I’m gonna go wipe myself down. You should do the same.”

“O-okay,” you sniffed. “I love you. I won’t be long.”

When you returned, Max was already waiting for you. “Princess?” he called, when he heard you shuffle back into bed.

“Hiya,” you giggled, rubbing your eyes. “I’m sleepy.” you admitted, your statement followed by a yawn.

Max chuckled. “Has my girl worn herself out?”

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yeah.”

“Okay sweetheart, let’s go sleep.” Max hummed, resting the phone by his pillow and closing his eyes.

“Okay, good night Maxie.” you mused softly.

“Good night honey.” He returned, before you both fell asleep.

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[shotofire]

Ethereal

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

(Requested) I changed a small part of it, I hope you don’t mind anon.

Overview: Levi has an s/o who works at a flower shop

Warnings: Cursing, smut mention, age gap (legal of course), mentions of death

Season: Not specified, but I imagine it in the 1-2 range

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Most knew about the flower shop by the name of Sweet Stems within the walls of Rose. It’s funny, really, to have that kind of shop behind a wall with the same name as a flower. It’s been in the same spot for years, selling the most vibrant and smell good flowers anyone has ever encountered. Business hasn’t been slow since day one, everyone adored the place.

Women grew up dreaming a boy would buy them beautiful flowers from the shop. It’s a vibrant spot on a world of grey and fear, and everyone wants a peice of it. Most felt as if they’ve stepped into another world once they’ve gone in, and that’s why Levi Ackerman loves it so much. He’ll sneak off during his free time just to smell the flowers and bask in their energy.

Sometimes Levi can’t stop himself from buying a bouquet, falling in love with how it makes him feel. His favorite are the purple lavender flowers, the smell reminds him of his mother. It brings him comfort and warmth to have them around, to smell them whenever his mind is struggling.

Everytime he goes it’s the same sweet old lady standing behind the counter with a smile. She has a strong liking for Levi, he reminds her of someone she once knew in her younger years. “My granddaughter is going to start helping me out, so I won’t always be here.” She’d said to him one day, but he didn’t think much into it. He assumed it would be a child trying to make extra money for toys.

Levi was pleasantly surprised when a beautiful women approached him on his next visit, asking him if he was in need of assistance. Honestly, calling the girl beautiful is an understatement. She’s absolutely breathtaking, and had Levi at a loss for words. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke, and a smile was on her face. “Are you a regular?” She’d asked once he’d come back a week later, buying the same lavender flowers as before. “Somewhat.”

There’s no denying the mans attractiveness. Even with the stone cold expression she can feel his warmth within. “I’m y/n, possibly the new store owner.” Her hand was held out for him to take, and he accepts it. “I’m Levi.” “Oh, my grandmother has told me about you,” her eyes light up, “she said that you’re a kind soul.” No one has ever referred to him as that, most found him extremely intimidating. It was refreshing to know someone didn’t see him that way.

Visit after visit Levi began talking to her more. Conversation wasn’t his strong suit, but her personality made it easy. Everything he said, even the most random things, somehow she could say something about it. “How come you only buy Lavender?” She’d asked him as he was checking out, and he froze up. The old women had never asked him that so he assumed the question would never come up.

She saw the way his body stiffened and immediately regretted asking. “I, um, i’m s-sorry, it’s none of my business. I just didn’t know if you were buying them for a possible girlfriend or something-“”They remind me of my mother.” He cut her off from her rambling. “She died when I was really young and the smell makes me remember things about her that age has taken away from me,” there’s a small smile on his face. As if talking about it somewhat makes him feel better. “That’s wonderful.”

There was no clarification of when the relationship started. Maybe it was when she’d closed up the shop and he’d kissed her under the moonlight. Or maybe it was in her bedroom when he’d stripped her bare and kissed every inch of her skin. There’s no denying they are a couple, and Levi is madly in love. He noticed early on that her smell changed with the day. Sometimes she’d smell of lily’s, violet’s, or tulips, but his favorite on her is orchids.

Being with someone in the survey corps is hard on the young girl, even if many have said Levi is the worlds strongest soldier. She’s witnessed the titans unruly actions and it scared her senseless. But it was too late to turn back, her heart was already smitten with his. Months went by of laughter and kissing, and getting to know one another.

Levi didn’t like talking about his profession, it was too dark for her light heart. She made him feel as if nothing bad could happen as long as he is with her. It didn’t take much convincing for her to get him to occupany her on a picnic. They laid there in a field of flowers, looking up at the clouds. “That one looks like a elephant,” she says, her eyes doing the beautiful sparkle that he loves. Seeing her like this made him feel all tingly.

“You’re ethereal.” Her head turned quickly to him, seeing the pure adoration in his face. “T-Thank you.” He always knew how to have her stumbling over her words. They stayed like that for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. Levi was first to break the silence, “I love you.” That isn’t something he just says, honestly he doesn’t think he’s ever said it. Not even to his mother, not that he can remember. “I love you,” she said back with a growing blush. His lips are quick to attack to hers under the warmth of the sun.

His comrades noticed his growing absences. It’s not like the man needs training, he’s strong and skilled beyond most. Yet they still found it odd and wondered where he always ran off to. “Where are you going?” Hange asked while she stepped infront of him, blocking his way out. “Don’t worry about it.” He slipped underneath her arm that was pressed against the wall next to her, running off before he could be stopped.

“He wouldn’t tell me!” Hange says in a frustrated tone, hands flying in the air. Erwin is determined to know where the man is running off to just like Hange. “What if we followed him?” Hange asks. The commander knows it’s a total invasion of privacy, but he can’t help himself. And even if he doesn’t follow through Hange is going to anyway.

It’s a beautiful day and the sky is clearer than it’s been in weeks. As soon as Levi saw the bright sun above he knew it’s a perfect time to see y/n. It’s a Sunday so the shop is usually closed, so he’ll walk to her home only a block away.

You’d think the worlds strongest soldier might notice a pair of nosey friends following him. But his mind is set on her, and what’s infront of him. Hange and Erwin are close behind, but not too close, making sure to keep their distance as best as possible. They hide behind corners a few times to let Levi get more ahead.

The walk began to feel like forever to the prying two, then Levi begins to approach a small home decorated in vines and flowers. It looks straight out of a fantasy book, definitely not this mans type of scene. He looks out of place standing infront with a black jacket on his upper half and dark brown pants on his lower.

Levi knocks on the wooden door and Hange doesn’t even blink as she waits for it to open. She literally lets out the loudest gasp that has anyone nearby turning their heads to look. Erwin is about to thump the back of her head but he’s soon left speechless as well. The door has opened, and the beautiful girl Levi has grown so fond of wraps her arms around his neck and presses a kiss to his lips.

“There’s no fucking way,” Hange says as she rubs her eyes. “I’m dreaming right? I’m going to wake up soon.” She keeps letting out random phrases. Erwin is surprised too considering all his years he’s known the man. At this point the commander wasn’t even sure if Levi was interested in girls, or let alone people.

“She’s beautiful,” Hange says while inching closer. Erwin grabs her shoulders and pulls her back, “Remember we are not supposed to be here.” He can definitely agree that she’s beautiful, and obviously a bit younger than the captain. He wondered how a girl like her had even met Levi.

Hange can’t help but giggle at the sight of thr girl kissing Levi’s cheek as heat rises to his face. “Oh my gosh- he’s blushing! Have you ever seen Levi have that look on his face?” “I definitely have not.” The comrad’s felt as if they are looking at a whole different person. In a way they were, this is a different side of Levi that only comes out for y/n.

“I want to go say something, I don’t even care if it pisses him off,” Hange says and she moves too quickly for Erwin to stop her. “Hange, no! Fucking shit.” Shes next to the couple in an instant and Levi almost faints when he sees his friends face. “What the hell are you doing here?” Is the first thing he asks, with a wildly confused look in his eyes.

The beautiful mystery girl, to Hange and Erwin, looks at the stranger with equal confusion. She didn’t know of Levi’s comrades or even how living situations worked. “Erwin and I,” Hange motions to the commanders frame peaking around a nearby corner, “wanted to see where you’ve been sneaking off to for months, and now we know.” “So you guys invaded my privacy?”

Hange rolls her eyes at him instantly, “Whatever, we just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing some weird stuff.” She turns her attention to the unnamed person before her, “I’m Hange, a comrad of Levi’s, nice to meet you!” “I’m y/n.” The two shake hands. “And what are you to dear, sweet little Levi?” It takes everything in him to not yell at Hange to leave right now. “I, um, i’m, his girl- well-“ “She’s my girlfriend, so please don’t scare her off.” Weight comes off the girls shoulders as Levi answers for her.

As said before, the relationship has never been established. It hasn’t even been labeled. So to be asking her that infront of Levi she wasn’t too sure what to say. But Levi calling her his girlfriend makes her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. “Well i’ve gotten all the info I need, carry one.” Y/n definitely is beyond confused with what’s happening, and not used to Hange’s odd personality.

Before Hange can say anything else, or Erwin decides to but in, Levi is pushing y/n inside her home and slamming the door behind him. “Wha-“”Anywhere we go today my nosey comrades are going to follow,” there’s a dark look on his face, the same one he has that makes her knees weak, “so we are stuck inside.” Maybe it’s the annoyance with Hange and Erwin, or the fact that she looks stunning right now... little bit of both... but Levi just wants to get his hands on her.

His hands rest on her waist and she shivers, the slightlest touch feeling like waves. One hand trails up her waist, fingers pressing to the delicate skin of her neck. “I’m sorry they interrupted our day. Can I make it up to you?” She nods frantically and he smirks, “Use your words.” “Yes, please.” He immediately connects his lips to hers softly, slowly beginning to lead to her bedroom.

Today she smells of orchids.

[fbfh]

here’s to always finding each other

pairing: percy x gn child of calliope reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: percy kisses reader following a prior agreement that they don’t remember but it’s 100% consentual, you work retail, a hell yeah, memory loss, I think that’s it

summary: You didn’t really expect to have to spend your entire eight hour shift organizing shoe wax any more than you expected your fictional crush from middle school to be real and your boyfriend. Only one of those happened (and the shoe wax was still very disorganized when you left).

song rec: this lofi mix, boba manifesto - chris flemming (mostly as a joke but it slaps)

a/n: i am wOrKiNg oN tHiNgS!!!!!! It’s going well!!! expect some fun surprises soon!!!!!!!!!

Crouched down on the ground, rearranging an end cap of shoe wax in the men’s department wasn’t really what you thought being a grownup would be like as a kid. You can’t complain too much, the pay is pretty good and working conditions are decent - as much as they can be in retail. You stand up to check your progress (and stretch your legs) and notice that guy is still there. He’s been hovering around the athletic shirts and pants for a while, and he keeps checking his phone and looking around. You’re sure he’s probably just waiting for someone, but you’re considering asking if you can help him find anything. 

He has a vaguely familiar energy, and your stomach drops for a moment, hoping you don’t know him from school or something. God, that would be a nightmare. That’s happened to you once or twice, bumping into someone you went to school with, and it’s always as bad as you expect. 

‘You know what,’ you think, trying to see if you can fit the last few containers of wax on the shelf without making them topple over, ‘he’s probably fine. If he needs help he’ll ask for it.’ 

You go back to scanning and adjusting the prices of the clearance shoe polish - the company had changed their packaging recently, so it’s out with the old and in with the identical - but you still can’t shake the feeling of familiarity. 

He turns around, holding up an orange shirt that says ‘go for it’ in a ridiculous font, and you get a glimpse of his face. 

You crouch back down so he won’t catch you staring, and the realization dawns on you. He looks a lot like Percy Jackson from the books you read in middle school. Or was it high school? Everything between 6th grade and high school graduation is kind of blurry and confusing in your memory. Man, you should really re-read those, you heard there was a TV series in the works and you want to remember all the details for when it comes out. You’re a little surprised at how nervous that revelation makes you, like the feeling when you’re a kid going to a theme park and you can see the roller coasters as you pull into the parking lot. Weird. Anyway, it’s not the first time you’ve seen a customer who looks like a character from something. One time you saw someone who you swore looked just like Pidge from the Voltron reboot that came out a few years ago, and a coworker saw a girl who looked like an anime character she loves… Raka something? Her name sounded like gravity, but that wasn’t it. You shrug, making a mental note to ask her about it later. 

You stand up once again to take one final look before you move onto the next end cap, and see that the guy is standing next to you. You look up at him, and all those weird feelings of excitement and something close to anticipation amplify, as you get a closer look at him. He really, really looks like Percy Jackson. Like if the Viria art was a real person. 

“Uh… hi, can I help you find anything today?” You ask, snapping out of your daze and into your customer service voice. He takes a second before answering, and you’re a little unnerved by the way he’s looking at you; warm and intimately, like he’s known you for years. 

“No,” he replies, a dreamy tone to his voice, “I’ve got everything I need.” You’re pleasantly surprised and a little freaked out that he even has the accent. Seriously, if he’s not already, this guy should really get into cosplay. Also, is he flirting with you? He seems to realize what he just said, and backtracks slightly. 

“Actually, um, I was wondering if you could help me out with something over here,” he says, and you agree, in your signature chipper tone. He guides you to a table covered in various sweatpants behind a mirror. 

He glances around again, and you have to ask. 

“You know, if you’re having trouble finding someone we can-”

“Walkie customer service to have my group meet me at the front desk.” He finishes seamlessly. 

“It’s not my first time at the rodeo,” he chuckles, and you get the feeling there’s more meaning behind what he’s saying, like an inside joke you’re not a part of. 

“Oh… yeah.” you say, and he can sense your surprise, “How did you…” you trail off, and he can sense the silent question in your voice. He lets out a breathy chuckle, cheeks flushed pink.

“Like this.” 

He catches your face in his hands, and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in shock, mostly at the fact that you don’t feel threatened by his presence at all. You’re shocked at how comfortable you feel around him, how you feel in your bones that you’ve known him for years when the logical side of your brain is telling you that you first saw him ten minutes ago. He pulls away, searching your eyes for… something. 

“Uh…” you glance away, brow slightly furrowed, then back up at him, “what the fuck?” 

His expression softens, and he says gently, “Give it a minute.” 

You’re about to ask him to give what a minute, when a barrage of memories, feelings, people you don’t think you’ve ever met but seemed to be best friends with knocks you off your feet. You try to take in a breath, but the air in the room seems to have taken a temporary vacation from your lungs. 

You look up at him, eyes flared in understanding and shock. He mutters something in confirmation. Someone yells nearby, and you both look over to an adolescent boy asking his mom why he can’t wear neon basketball shorts to school. Percy looks back over at you.

“Is there somewhere a little more-” the mom starts arguing back and forth with her son at a louder volume, and he continues, “private… where we could talk?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll… I’ll get somewhere.”

A few minutes later, you’re sitting across from each other on two step stools in one of the stock rooms. You’re still surprised at how easily you had lied to your boss that your long distance boyfriend showed up a few weeks early after over a year of not being able to see each other, and you needed a moment to catch up. She had agreed readily, asking that you tell her when you’re ready to get back to your tasks. 

“I’m sorry about that,” he starts, snapping you out of your train of thought, and you look up at him, “I never would have kissed you without asking, but you made me promise last time that the next time you lose your memories I would get them back to you as fast as I can.” 

“Uh, it’s okay, I feel like I remember talking about that.” Your memories are still fuzzy, but coming back sporadically.

“It can take a few days for them to come back fully.” He adds. 

The most surreal part of this is you remember vividly what happened in the books - because you lived through it. You hold back a giddy laugh bubbling up.

“So…” you begin, and he looks at you, his gaze warm, “it’s all real?” you breathe the words, almost afraid of an answer. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, looking away briefly, overwhelmed that you’re with him once again.

“The short version is, since your godly parent is Calliope, you sometimes get sent to other worlds. You kind of have to hop scotch from one place to another, like getting a goldfish used to a new bowl of water. The mist - or sometimes,” he glances up, pointedly and irritable, “other factors - usually take away a lot of your memories. They say it’s to make the transition easier, but who knows. Anyway, there are these waypoints, kind of like a time loop that you hang out in until you’re either ready to leave or one of us finds you first.”

“So this…” you motion around to the rows of cardboard boxes filled with plastic cups and paper towels. He nods and you let out a laugh of relief that you really won’t have to work here long term. 

“As soon as you’re ready we should probably head out to camp. It’s gonna be a bit of a drive.” 

“Wait, it’s all like… here? Like in this world?”

“Yeah,” he smiles again, once more sending butterflies through your chest. 

You let out a disbelieving, excited laugh.

“Alright. Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.” 

Before you can get up, he takes your hand in his. He watches his fingers skim back and forth for a minute before looking up at you. 

“You know that I’ll always find you, right?” there’s an overwhelming torrent of emotions he’s somehow managing to convey through his eyes. 

“It doesn’t matter where you go, or how long you’re gone, or if we even remember each other. I will always find you.” His hand comes up to your cheek for the second time today, and your head tilts into his embrace automatically. You somehow trust him more than anyone or anything else right now. You nod gently.

“I do.”

He glances away again, cheeks flushing red, and he sighs, kissing your forehead. 

You get up and head towards the exit together, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“How about we get some bubble tea once we’re in the city?”

“Oh hell yeah!” 

You don’t remember the last time you had bubble tea, but it sounds really, really good right now. 

[jimlingss]

Moirai [1]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

➜ Words: 5.8k

➜ Genres: 60% Fluff, 40% Angst, Isekai!AU

➜ Summary: Death is supposed to be the end. Or at least that's what you assumed when you're hit by a TRUCK. But the moment you open your eyes again, instead of being sent to the afterlife, you've become a baby. And not just any baby. You're the female villain of a video game.

➜ Notes: Isekai is a popular manga and light novel genre in which characters from Earth are transported into a new world.

This is the end.   “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”   The Prince stands tall, the very furrow of his brows jarring against the cold, cordial expression he maintains — the one she had always tried to shatter. All she desired was something other than courtesy. If not affection then frustration or misery. But she supposes that anger suffices.   Anger. The first time he’s ever looked at her with an ounce of any true feeling.   His shadow looms over her, his status powerful as the countless eyes are narrowed in around her — he is as powerful as the people who stand behind him. Every word he speaks booms through the ballroom, a grand timbre that has long replaced the mellifluous violins.    The Prince is as noble as he is righteous. He is the hero of this story.   “You choose to answer your crimes with silence?!”   The corner of her lips curl and cackles rasp from her throat. The noise is discordant and shrill, a mocking irony when it causes him to pull the woman in his arms closer. Even when she’s in this position, downcast head, knees burnt on the carpet, all she does is drive them closer together.   “The only sins I have ever committed was loving you until my last breath.”   “Guards!”   Murmurs spark across the room and the knights armour clank as they approach in heavy steps. She knows these are the last moments. “The only crime I have is looking out for the empire! But you chose her.” She looks upon the girl he holds, the one who has the same contempt on her visage. And as the knights rip her away from her place, she spits venom-laced words, “A lowly baron’s adopted daughter to make your wife. I am the duke’s daughter. I am educated. I am your fiancée—”   “No longer.” He condemns, “You have committed treason. Conspiracy against the crown. Attempted murder. Forgery. Harassment. Using your status to oppress the vulnerable—”   “Let go of me!” she shrieks as the guards drag her down the room. It’s undignified. Degrading.   “—Daring to entangle yourself with the dark arts. And you will answer to these crimes whether you choose to confess or not.”    “Let go of me!” she struggles, yet no one chooses to hear.    Their eyes have pierced into her, those who aren’t scandalized are snickering behind their feathered fans. But in the last seconds, status has no place. She looks to the person who matters most, the one she had spent her childhood idolizing. Her beliefs hold true. He will make a great ruler.   But she will never be the one to stand beside him. She knows now.   That position has long been stolen away from her.   “Everything I did,” she cries, “I did for yo—”   The grand doors slam shut with her pitched screams resounding.    Moments later, the lively music continues, violins and trumpets crescendoing to life once more. As if her life had just not been taken away from her. As if the denunciation was merely an intermission of tonight’s festivities.   Her heinous exterior is shattered by tears that no one would have sympathy for. She is limp when she is thrown into the stone jail cell within the depths of the castle. The knights twist on their heel and she is surrounded in pitch darkness with the sound of a scurrying rat echoing beside her.   The only time there is light is by the dim flame of the torch, a guard accompanying a frightened servant who carries a bowl of spoiled oats. It’s not enough to satisfy the grumble of her stomach, but enough to keep her alive for the execution day. Without a silver fork or spoon in hand, a handkerchief placed in her lap, seated by a candlelit table, she resorts to using her fingers to scoop the food into her mouth.   Sometimes, she thinks they forget about her.   Or perhaps time is simply drawn in darkness. A second made into a minute. A minute is an hour. She is merely left leaning against the molded stone, wasted away and drunk on memories of better places.   Punishment does not come in the form of her stripped title or even her head rolling away from her neck. Punishment arrives in the darkened loneliness. That loss of sanity that whisper she has failed to capture the attention of the only person she ever loved. That she failed to make him love her.   Everything she did, it drove him away.   Every act of love placed distance between them.   Everything.   Liberation comes back with the music of trumpets muffled by the stone walls. “What’s going on?” her voice is hoarse through her parched throat. The servant screams when her arm reaches past the bars to tug on the girl’s dress. Her eyes are bleary as she looks up at the girl. “Why is it so noisy?”   “T-The civil war’s over.” The girl backs away and the celebrations become more distinct with the realization. “The villain is dead.”   The girl withdraws into the cell and cackles rip through her lungs, resounding across the empty chambers. The servant scurries away as the knight huffs out through his nose and shakes his head. But it’s the best news she’s received since she’s been stowed away.    And a smile still graces her features when she is dragged out and jostled by the knights, taken up to where the sun blinds her vision.   “On the eve of the Solar Festival, we rid our empire of yet another villain and free it from treachery!”   There are cacophonous cheers in the crowd. Her eyes are hurt by the sunlight and she shuts them tight. Her legs are kicked and she’s knocked onto her knees, head being shoved against wood. She wishes she didn’t have to face the sun rays. There’s no decency to give her shade.   But the discomfort is over by the blade slicing through the air. She lives and both dies as the villainess — an inevitable legacy.            ❇ End of Royal Romances Chapter 7 -Prince Route- ❇

Headbeams.   Fuck.   You never thought it would be like all those cheesy movies — the third Batman film, Grey’s Anatomy, the Simpsons, hell even Attack on Titan. But nope. They’re right. Time really does slow and your life really does flash by your eyes when you’re in the moment of your death.    But instead of feeling grief for yourself, all you can think about is what an absolute idiot you are.   You really shouldn’t have jaywalked at night. That cheesecake in the fridge was supposed to be yours! And holy shit, your parents are going to be really fucking mad that you died at only twenty—   The truck slams into you before you can finish your thought.   …………... ……….. ……. ….. ... .. .   Strangely, it doesn’t hurt. Maybe because it happened so fast. Maybe the initial impact was already enough to end your life. But you’re left feeling an empty void inside of yourself. An overwhelming agony that this is the end. That you never got the chance to fulfill your dreams, enjoy the fruits of your labour, that you never got to reach the happiness you wanted.   You have regrets.   Not for the things that you did. But for the things that you didn’t do.   But well….you suppose there’s no use in lingering in it.   Death is the end.   This is the end.   ……. ….. ... .. .   “—ook...t ...er...!”   “..hush!”   What?   Why are you hearing noises? Why does your face feel warm?   Are you in...heaven? Some sort of afterlife?! Oh man, you knew you deserved this! Fuck yes! You might have kicked that kid’s shin in the fourth grade and totally lied to your manager that one time that you cleaned the ice-cream machine when you didn’t, but your wrongdoings aren’t that bad.   You open your eyes.   Unusually, your vision is blurred. All you can make out is a fuzzy figure looming over you.   Your mouth opens—   “Waah!”   What the fuck. You can’t speak. Each time your lips part, drool dripples onto your chin.   In a panic, you try to move your body, but quickly find yourself heavy and practically stuck. You cry out and swing your arm, and that’s when your hand flashes before your eyes.   Your pupils focus and you realize that your hand is tiny. That you can barely curl and uncurl your fingers together. Holy shit. Holy fuck—   You’re a baby.   Wailing sobs burst out of your tiny lungs.    You don’t know where you are or how this happened. Your last memory is being hit by a truck!   The figure looming above you comes closer. “What is wrong with her?!”   The woman sounds annoyed, but it’s not like it's your fault. This is just a lot to take in.   Your mouth is blocked by a pacifier being shoved in. Immediately, you spit it out and the woman sighs. “Why is she being so fussy?”   That’s not the issue, lady! Christ, you wish you could communicate with her.   You feel yourself being picked up and she angrily mutters, “If the Devereux household wasn’t paying me so much, I would’ve just thrown you out the window.”   Wait. Say what now? Devereux?    Why does that sound so familiar?   You hear another woman’s voice, one that’s higher pitched and softer. “What’s wrong with little Anastasia?”   “Have you finished hanging the laundry yet?”   “Yes, I have.” You’re being passed on and your sobs subside in favour of a frown. Anastasia?   Anastasia Devereux.   You remember cursing that name out loud before, but where was—   Oh my god. Oh my god! It’s impossible, but the truth is right in front of your eyes. You’re living through it right now. This isn’t a dream. No. It’s your game, Royal Romances.    You’ve been reincarnated into the fictional country of Ashea. And of all people, you’ve been reborn as the villainess, Anastasia Devereux.   You burst out crying again.   //   A man in a coat and frilly shirt enters the room. Your head adjusts to see through the wooden bars of your bassinet, vision becoming clearer by the day. You know who he is without an announcement.   Your father. At least he’s supposed to be.   “How is the child?” he asks the maid.   “She is healthy, your grace. She may be a bit fussy at times, but she sleeps and eats well.”   He hums and leaves shortly after, never once coming to personally see or even hug you.    What an asshole. This entire world is fucked. You’re fucked.   Royal Romances is a love story game between a heroine and several potential matches depending on the route you take. Yet in every route, the main protagonist's rival, the Marquess and the Crown Prince’s fiancée, ends up co-conspiring with the villain and dies because of his crimes. Or exiled. Two options.   And you’ve taken her place.   But now that you think about it, that’s so unfair! You didn’t care much about Anastasia while playing, other than wanting her to get the fuck out of the picture for your OTP ship to sail. But why should the villainess shoulder the villain’s crimes?! If anything, it was him who coerced her! All Anastasia wanted was to be with the Crown Prince! He was the only person who ever showed her an ounce of kindness!   Oh god.   All you know now is that you don’t want to die.   You died too early in your past life.   “Anastasia.” You’re shaken awake from your thick slumber by soft cooing. A quiet woman’s voice calls and when you open your eyes, you’re able to focus on a woman you’ve never seen before but is familiar at the same time. She smiles and picks you up. “Good afternoon.”    Instead of fussing around like you usually would, a triumphant smile spreads into your face.   Fucking finally. It’s the first time you’ve seen your ‘mother’. Maybe she’s just been recovering from the birth these past few months. After all, there’s no way the family would actually just abandon you to a bunch of maids—   “Oh my goodness, Elanor!” A shrill voice has your senses tingling. There’s another woman sitting at the rounded table fanning herself with an orange, feathered fan. “What a lovely daughter!”   “Yes, she really is. She hardly cries.”   Now that’s a big fat lie.   You’ve probably cried a thousand times since you got here. It’s not your fault the maids don’t know how to put you in anything other than scratchy dresses and forget to change your underwear after you’ve shit yourself.   Another stranger approaches you and practically digs their nose into your face. Her floral perfume almost has you retching and spewing out an entire bottle of milk in her face. “She is simply too delightful! She has Herrick’s eyes and your nose.”   “Really now? I think she’s growing up to look more and more like the Duke each day.”   “Oh she’ll grow up to be a beauty. You are truly blessed, Elenor.”   Cordial laughter fills the room.   Motherfucker. She’s just using you as a decor! You’re a prop for her to show off at her tea party! She doesn’t care about you whatsoever.    But fine. You can play along with her. It’s not like you have any choice.   You muster an enormous gooey smile, channeling all the cuteness you know you must have and instantly, several of the ladies swoon. It’s an overwhelming victory! But one that requires a lot of energy when you were just awakened from your nap — and squeezing your butt cheeks results in the grumble of your stomach.   Being a few months old, you have poor control of your digestive system. So it’s no surprise that smiling so hard makes you shit your pants.    Oops.   The lump falls into your cloth diaper and instantly, your mother’s brow twitches.   The stench reaches her nose and the nostrils of the lady intruding into your space who immediately draws back in disgust. But what the hell are they expecting?! You’re a baby! All you do is eat, sleep and shit!   “Edith!”    Your mother’s shrill cry has the maid coming into the room. “Yes, your grace?”   “Take Anastasia.”   She passes you off without even looking and you’re swiftly taken away from the room, hearing the laughter and conversations resume the moment the doors close. So cruel!    “Ugh. I’ve never seen a baby who cries so much,” Edith complains and plops you into the bassinet instead of comforting you. If you had limb strength and mobility, you’d slap her for being so rude.   The younger maid with the higher-pitched voice looms over you. “Maybe it’s because she knows the Duke and Duchess never come to visit. She’s missing the comfort of a mother and father.”   Thank god someone can sympathize with you! As incompetent as Joan is — to the point where she’s checking your pants for the tenth time when you’re really just crying because you’re starving — at least she’s not a Karen.   Clearly, the bar is quite low.   “Well, it’s expected.” Edith steps away to fold the basket of your dresses. “The Duke and Duchess tried having children for years and the only child they have is a daughter who can’t even carry the family name. If it was a son, it would be different.”   “I don’t understand.” Joan rushes to the head maid’s side. “Usually daughters are treasured in noble families.”   Edith looks around and lowers her volume. “Don’t you know?”   “Know what?”   “Keep your voice down! If you say this outside, even I won’t be able to help you.” There’s a pause. “The Duke and Duchess aren’t real nobles, they don’t have any noble blood. The Duke’s late father, Arnold, fought heroically in the war and that’s why the King granted his family the title.”   “Oh…but...what does that have to do with anything?”   “Noble society is different from how we know it, you naive girl. No matter what you do, hundreds of eyes are constantly on you. It’s full of scrutiny and someone in power today might be exiled tomorrow. Having a son would’ve made it easier for the Devereux household to maintain their title and prestige.”   Joan sighs, finally realizing why things are the way they are. She comes to you and leans over the bassinet. “Poor thing. It’s not even her fault.”   She gives you her finger and you happily wrap your entire hand around it. Hell yeah! Finally someone’s feeling bad for your shitty situation.   But the older woman with wrinkles around her eyes scoffs. “There’s no use worrying about her. You should be more worried about yourself. If the House of Devereux fails to keep their power and wealth, we’ll be out of a job.”   Joan hums and pries her finger away from your grasps.   You frown and the next time the head maid feeds you, you puke all over her.    But you know what she said is true. It’s the reason why the real Anastasia felt like she needed to become the crown princess, why she tried so hard to make everyone around her approve of her. Aside from loving the Prince, she was desperate for recognition, desperate to fulfill her family’s wishes, and to maintain her family’s lineage without slipping from the status quo.   But you’re different.   You don’t care about those things. You’ll prove yourself on your own and do whatever it takes to survive.   Quickly. Quickly! You want to grow up and walk on your own two feet so you can protect yourself.   After all, no one else in this house will.   You stretch your arm in the air, curling your fingers together, staring up at the starry mobile.    But it’s hard in the body of a mere infant and you fall asleep in the midst of your exercise session, succumbing to the temptation of slumber with heavy lids.

Four years later.   “Are you colouring, my lady?”   “Nooo.”   You’re writing. And it’s not just anything — it’s battle plans.    To anyone, it’s merely incoherent scribbles, a result of poor motor skills you have yet to refine. But it’s actually your life or death.   You don’t need status or power. Living in the countryside and living fruitfully is good enough. All you want is to live a long, peaceful life.   In the original story, after Anastasia’s eighteenth birthday, she was condemned for countless crimes, thrown in prison and then executed within the matter of weeks. All because of three people: the heroine, the Crown Prince, and the villain.   To avoid the effect, you should avoid the cause. Therefore, you need to do whatever you can to avoid these three!   It’s genius! Truly, if anyone knew how your four year old brain operated, you would be hailed as the next prophe—   “Get ready.” Edith interrupts your train of thought, coming into the room and swiftly shutting the door behind her.   “Why?”   “You’re having lunch with the Duke and Duchess.”   “But I don’t wanna,” you whine, especially when Joan starts collecting the crayons. You stand up before Edith can drag you and you stomp your feet. Why would you want to go have lunch with them when the amount of times you’ve seen them in four years can be counted on both hands.   “Don’t be spoiled. Come here.”   You stick out your tongue instead and the moment Edith’s fingers come to snag you, you swiftly dart and run as giggles squeak out of your body.   “My lady,” Joan sighs, at a loss as well.    The two of them try to corner you, but you dive to the left when there’s a chance.   The original villainess was always quite upright and strict, especially with herself. It’s reasonable considering the way she was raised and the massive burden placed upon her. But kids can get away with a lot more than adults and you’d prefer to take advantage of that while you still can.   “Stop playing around!” Edith finally snags the back of your nightgown and you laugh, still thrashing against her hold until she plops you down on the vanity chair. “You’re such an unruly troublemaker,” she mutters as she grabs the frilly dress you’re about to be changed into.   And just for that comment, you undo the pins she puts into your hair when she’s not looking.   It drives her crazy.   But your little antics are stopped the moment you’re sitting at the dinner table. The height of said table reaches your collarbone and the chair you’re sitting in overwhelms your form. The atmosphere is stiff and tense, your father sitting at the head of the table and slicing into his meat while your mom’s posture is upright and she chews gingerly.    Unlike the maids, you won’t test your luck with the Duke and Duchess. God knows they might send you to some kid ranch for the next ten years to reform yourself.    But you also know you can’t get any cuter than this.   You’ve seen yourself in the mirror — soft skin, big eyes, a button nose and chubby cheeks.   Who knows what puberty might do to you someday, but for now, you’re as cute as a four year old can get. And why not use that as a weapon in your arsenal?   “Momma.” You interrupt the silence and your mother across from you looks up. You give a full smile with teeth, quirking your head to your shoulder and open your arms as wide as they can go. “I like you this much!”   Oh. Hell. Yeah!   You can feel it. You’re totally gonna win them over—   Her head swivels over to the Duke. “Don’t you think it’s time to teach her manners?”   Wow. That’s cold.    Stone cold.   “Edith.” Your father glances over his shoulder and the head maid steps forward. “How’s Anastasia’s development?”   The older woman clears her throat. “She’s a bit wild, your grace.” You glare at her for exposing you like this. “However, she can write the alphabet and read through storybooks on her own. She seems to be a bright child.”   Damn straight. Of course, you’d be able to pick up the language of Ashea quickly. You still have the memories of your past life.   The Duke hums. “Then she can start training to be the crown princess.”   You nearly choke on your broccoli.    But you hastily compose yourself and look up at your father. “What’s that?”   “Don’t ask questions,” your mother quips and the room simmers down to the uncomfortable silence again.   It’s so ridiculous — the very definition of jumping the gun. You aren’t the Crown Prince’s fiancée, but they’re already considering you a candidate before you’ve even lost your baby teeth.   Not to mention, it’s all useless anyway. The original Anastasia never became the princess and you have no plans of even meeting the Prince.    “Do you know what happened in the year 921, my lady?” the tutor asks later on, pushing up his rounded spectacles up the slope of his nose.   You’re slumped over the table, one arm rested with your cheek squished in your hand, focused on twirling the quill with two fingers. God forbid Edith or your mother witnesses your awful posture, but no one’s ever interested enough to sit in on these dumb tutor sessions. They’d fall asleep instantly.   “The war of Winter,” you mumble and the tutor’s eyes light up and he enthusiastically nods.   “Yes! The most momentous moment in the history of Ashea. A great dragon rose from the mountains and in the war of Winter, great King Baek, the light priestess and fierce knights of the royal palace came down the lazy brook from Stoughsby Peaks next to the then Canary district which sold fabrics and spices up until the year 914 when the famine of 914 came—”   The tutor drones on and on.   But one thing grabs your attention. You forgot there was magic in this world.   “Ummm,” you interrupt him in the middle of his tangent. “Did King Baek kill the dragon by magic?”   “Great question. King Baek in the summer of 896, seven years after he was born, started to learn the art of swordsmanship through rigorous training with the fierce knights of the royal place who was then under the rule of King Ennik—”   You don’t know why you asked.   “How do you start doing magic?” you interject again.   “Well, magic is part of everyone and it’s everywhere. But some are more attuned to it than others. It requires vigorous training, the most talented magician was Ruffus Dolores who dedicated his life living in the Magician’s Tower and wrote most of the magical texts we have today.”   You look at him, curiosity finally alight in your eyes. “Can I do magic?”   There was never magic on Earth in the twenty-first century aside from Harry Potter or Twilight, if Edward’s sparkling constitutes as magic. But if it’s anything like those movies, then you’re psyched! You can wingardium leviosa yourself and yeet out of here.   Unfortunately, your excitement is short lived.   “The House of Devereux isn’t very magically inclined,” the tutor says and your eyes dim again. You’re not completely surprised considering Anastasia was never much of a fighter in the game. She just splashed water on the main character’s face a lot and made players like you curse her out. “However, while magic is an inborn talent and comes naturally, skills always have to be honed. There’s still a chance you may have magical abilities. We’ll just have to see as you get older.”   You hum to yourself.   //   Edith pulls the curtains together haphazardly, the moonlight crisp where the gap is and sheds a silver sliver onto the carpet. Joan takes the tray with your finished glass of milk, nearly toppling it over and shattering the glass, but finding balance in the nick of time.   “Goodnight, my lady.”   “Night night.” Your hand peeks out from the covers and you wave.   “Don’t get out of bed or else,” Edith warns in a low tone. “The Duke won’t be happy to hear if you’re found wandering in the halls or sneaking into the kitchen again.”   You giggle. “Bye bye.”   The door shuts, darkness engulfs your bedroom and you count to ten within your head. The moment the seconds are up, you throw the covers off of you and slide off the high mattress.   You come to your desk, grasp the heavy duty textbook off of it and lug it over to the windows.    The enormous book sits on your lap as you lean against your bedpost. The moonlight illuminates the cover and you flip to the magic section at the back, the noise of the pages soothing in the quiet space. Magic — not only is it interesting to you but it could be a great defense mechanism if worse comes to worse. Who knows. It might just add to your battle plans and help you survive.   Your pointer finger underlines the sentences and traces the words as you read the introduction slowly.   After reading, you learn that magic is more intuitive, rather than a particular procedure.    You push the textbook aside and hold your hands out. Shutting your eyes, you try your best to envision light. You try to imagine light engulfing your figure and form, causing your skin to glow.   Peeking with one eye open, there’s—   Absolutely nothing.   Well shit. Maybe the tutor was right. Maybe there is no real magical talent in your bloodline. But there’s no harm in trying to dabble in it a little more.   You conceptualize fire in your brain. And when you look in your hand, you’re ecstatic to see a tiny flame actually flickering in mid-air. Oh shit! It worked!   But it smothers out a blink later.   You try to visualize water next to see if your magical expertise lays within the element. When you open your eyes, your breath hitches at the water droplets floating in your palm. And for once, it doesn’t completely vanish within a second. A grin spreads into your face. But as if Lady Luck wants to slap you, the moment you get hyped, the water splashes into your lap.   It looks like you peed yourself.   “Really?!”   You sigh, ready to give up.   Maybe you don’t have a knack for magic after all.    You turn to grab the textbook, but the heftiness is awkward in your grasps and your thumb slips, accidentally flipping over the next page. The page’s heading makes you stop.    Oh yeah. Dark magic exists.   Might as well give it a shot while you’re at it.   Like all the times before, you shut your eyes and hold your hands upwards. You try to imagine darkness — the similar kind that’s already filled your bedroom, or like the empty void that you were plunged in after being hit by that truck. That abyss of nothing, of pitch black.   Suddenly, you feel a pressure on your shoulders. It’s heavy. Comforting. Eerie. All at the same time.   Your lashes flutter open and your breath is plugged in your nose. Darkness has overwhelmed the room. It bleeds out of you, consuming your form like smoke, the hue of ink spilt on oil. It covers the silver moonlight, erasing the sliver casted on your carpet and what was translucent through the curtains. Exactly like the empty void, the abyss of nothing.    It’s trying to consume you.   There’s a shriek from outside your room. “All the candles just blew out!”   Panic drains blood from your face and you drop your hands, flailing your arms as if you can dispel the black before it wraps its hands around your throat and submerges you completely.   It fades, the moonlight traveling back onto you again and you shove the book underneath your bed.   You’re still shaking as you climb back into bed.   God knows you’re never going to try that again.   //   So you might not have an aptitude for magic after all. But the grief is short-lived after the realization that it’s not a toy or something that comes out of a magical wand for you to fight Dementors with. But there’s still a lot of ways you can protect yourself. You just have to get creative.   “I wanna do that!”    Your nose, forehead and palms are pushed against the glass window as you peer outside.   Joan frowns and peeks out. “You want to go flower picking, my lady?”   “No!”   The useless maid finally looks to the two guards sparring with one another out by the field. “You want to sword fight?”   “Uh-huh.”   She bursts out laughing and you whirl around in irritation.    “I wanna! Pretty please?” How else are you going to protect yourself? If you can’t use magic, then you need to go the melee route and pick up a sword or at least a bow and arrow.   “You would have to ask permission from the Duke himself, my lady.” Joan turns away to make your bed, expecting you to give up. When it comes to asking your parents, it’s too much of a hassle to get involved with them. But this time, you don’t concede.   She’s surprised when you tug on her dress. “Okay.”   The Duke’s study doors are imposing on their own. Without needing to open them, the twisting ornate patterns on the wooden surface are enough to eerily remind you of exposed arteries. It feels like you’re approaching the principal’s office — a nervousness of the impending doom.   You’ve always been careful to steer clear any place your mother or father might be. The study on the third floor, the gardens, their bedroom. And any time you passed, your steps would quiet.   It’s not like you’re scared of them. Frankly, you’re just annoyed at how nit-picky they are.   But you remind yourself you’ve been through worse — you once spent an entire summer in customer service serving food in the twenty first century for god’s sakes!   With that in mind, you throw open the doors.   Joan, behind you, practically flinches.   Your father’s sitting behind his oak desk, quill and parchment in hand, and he looks above his rounded spectacles. You give your most charming smile. “Hi, papa!”   He looks to the older girl and deadpans, “What’s the matter.”   The maid clears her throat, clearly distressed that she’s been dragged into this. “Uh, well, your grace, my lady, uh, she…..well…”   “I wanna do sword!” You tottle towards him and round the desk to come eye to eye with his knees. C’mon, as uncaring as they are, they gotta at least care a little for their daughter, right? You’re too cute to ignore all the time. You flutter your lashes for good measure. “Pretty please?”   The Duke’s brow quirks. “You want to learn swordsmanship?”   You enthusiastically nod. “Uh-huh!”   He stares at you. You stare at him.   The older man sits back in his chair. “It wouldn’t hurt to learn an interesting skill or two. It might make you stand out.” Those two lifelessly said statements alone are enough to make you happy. Even when he resumes his paperwork. “I heard from your tutor that you’re a fast learner.”   You’re surprised the old fart said something good about you, but of course you are! You’re technically twenty four now. Mathematics is truly universal when you can recall the basics and the language is easy to pick up. You’re already dumbing down everything to not make it weird.   “Maybe you’re not so useless after all,” he mutters from the corner of his mouth, no longer sparing you a glance.    You hold back a scoff. Instead, you force a smile and a sweet giggle. “Thank you, papa! I like you too!”   You wonder if this is why Anastasia tried so hard. The only time she gains recognition in her family is when she’s focusing her time and energy into studying and proving her worth. If so, it’s depressing. You wish you had more sympathy for her when you were playing from the heroine’s perspective. But you’re beginning to understand her better and better.    Why she did what she did.   How she became the female villain.   “Fight me!” You point your wooden sword at the knight whose eyes are wide. You bet he didn’t expect to be sparing with a four year old when he was assigned to protect the Devereux house, but this is a matter of life and death for you. “Hurry!”   “Y-Yes, my lady.”   You smile, gripping the handle tighter. He comes up and weakly slashes you and you’re able to root your feet into the ground and keep yourself from stumbling back. He’s obviously not trying very hard, but it’s good enough for now. Slowly but surely, you’re finding a rhythm into things.    In your spare time, you learn the history of Ashea, read books and plan the next steps in your battle plan of avoiding all main characters of the game at all costs. You’ll protect yourself no matter what it takes.   And you’ll survive no matter what happens.

[littlesniggy]

Heyo ! I love your writings 💖 I was wondering if I could ask for something with Koby where reader is a marine and acts mean to him because he is too nice to be true and she tries to push him to his limit everytime 👀 and one day she gets drunk and confesses to him. Pretty please ? 🥺 thanks a lot 💕

Thank you, Anon! It means a lot! I hope I did it to your liking. I haven't really thought about Coby before but he’s actually a quite interesting character. Anyways, please enjoy!

„You’re a sad excuse of a marine, you know that?” she laughed, voice dripping with glee as he slowly got up, rubbing the sore part she just hit with her fist. “I don’t know why Vice Admiral Garp let you train under him but if it were me I would’ve kicked you out a long time ago.” Coby lowered his gaze, rubbing his neck with his rugged palm, leaving a slight sratchy feeling on his skin.

“I’m sorry I’ve been dragging you and the others down during training but I promise I will become stronger!” she looked at him with disgust, then amusement. “Sure. And if you don’t you can still go back to cleaning duty.” A crude smile crossed her lips. “If they even let you.” She added. Coby‘s adorned a determined smile as he raised his fist as to show you that he was serious. “I will never go back to the way I used to be! I promise!” She looked at him confused, not knowing what to say. In a huff, she grabbed her water bottle and the rest of her belongings before walking away, leaving a now confused Coby behind.

It wasn’t the first time she had pulled a prank on him. But this time was especially inconvenient. He had to report before Vice Admiral Garp and was already nervous as he was. But now the itching powder was she had put in his uniform was giving him a hard time holding his composure. He hadn’t noticed it immediately; it started slowly and he first thought nothing of it. But then it became more and more prominent until he was scratching his whole body. But he didn’t have time to take a shower and change so he had to live with it.

Y/n and two other marines were standing next to him, a knowing grin on her face. Coby pressed his lips together and tried not to give his misery away. “You seem tense, weakling. Is everything alright?” she whispered, knowing full well what he was going through right now. Coby pressed his lips into a forced smile, holding up his thump. “Every…..everything’s fine…..Thank you…” she could see he was in pain; he must’ve scratched his skin until it started bleeding by now. So why was he not crying? She was unsatisfied with this. Why was he not angry at her? Why wasn’t he complaining? She hated that he was always so….so nice!

“You should tell the higher ups.” Helmeppo said with a concerned voice while he was helping Koby clean his uniform. Coby‘s skin looked bad; it was red and swollen, some scratches had opened up and started bleeding. It was especially bad around his chest. Angry red marks that looked like he had second- or third-degree burns. It would take weeks for them to completely heal. Coby just smiled at his friend and shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean for it to be this bad. The powder probably slipped an she was too embarrassed to tell me she messed up.” Helmeppo looked at the other man skeptical.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” he asked. Coby’s smile grew wider. “I do!” he confirmed and Helmeppo was at a loss for words but he dropped the topic. At least she left him alone and didn’t bully him.

There was a party on base a couple of weeks later. Some major battle had been won and the marine got some major pirates behind bars. Coby and Y/n were there as well even though they didn’t interact at all. She just looked over to him from time to time, always with a sour expression. Coby always smiled back politely but kept his distance as well. Maybe he would talk to her later on since she seemed to have something on her mind. But rught now he was listening in on one of Garp’s war stories told by one of his colleagues. Garp himself wasn’t present at this party but most of the higher ups weren’t. Coby still enjoyed the stories about his mentor’s accomplishments.

The hours passed by and the majority of marines were flat out drunk or close to. Coby himself wasn’t a heavy drinker so he sticked with non-alcoholic beverages over the night. Not so Y/n. She had to be hold up by her friends before she was being seated on a chair, head resting on the wall behind her, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Coby saw her when her friends left to grab some more drinks and felt bad for her. She should be taken to her room and not be left alone like this.

Coby excused himself from his friends and made his way over to her, crouching down in front of the chair. “Are you alright, Y/n?” he asked, tipping his finger against her arm to wake her up. She grumbled and looked at him annoyed, eyes not being able to focus completely. She pressed them shut for a moment before opening them again. “Whadduyu want, weakling?” she slurred, whole body swaying on the chair. Coby’s look was apologetic as he started speaking. “You should go back to your room, Y/n.” he suggested. “You’re drunk.” Her eyes narrowed (as much as they could) and she huffed. “Fuck offff…..I donneed your help….” She tried to push him away and get up but instead simply fell forward, daring to hit the floor face first.

Coby caught her, holding her in his arms. “Careful, Y/n! You almost hurt yourself!” She grumbled again, then looked up at his face, a slight pout on her lips. “Why’re you always so….so nice? It’sss disssgusting…” Coby‘s apologetic smile came back. “I’m sorry, Y/n. That’s the way I am.” She seemed to be thinking about what he said and he couldn’t read in her face what she was thinking. That’s why he was even more surprised with her next sentence.

“It’s really, reaaaally disgusting! But! – I don hateit. Stupid nice Coby….makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside….wanna go out with me?”

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Let’s Talk About Cuba

Sumary: (y/n) and Alex has a rocky relationship to begin with but after the events in Cuba they have a lot to talk about. But Alex seems to be avoiding (y/n).

Warnings: Smut, totally could have used some protection. Bad smut writing

A/N: So I wrote this in like May before I had even started posting and I had a friend help me write the smut part but she quit on me so I had to write the uncomfortable last bit by myself. And for my first smut piece ever I did okay with it but I was so uncomfortable writing it I never got around to posting it. So here I am 5 months later finally posting it. And may I say Alex Summers needs more smut written for him. Just not by me.

Things had been complicated for the past couple of months. Shaw was finally dead. Then we lost Erik and Raven to the human killing dark side just like we had lost angel. Then Xavier told us that Moria wasn’t going to be coming back to the mansion either. She had left without even saying goodbye too. At least Shawn had the decency to tell he was returning home to see his parents.

Our ragged tag team of mutants was gone and with Xavier and Hank all so busy with their big plans to make this place into a mutant school, with their bright new students arriving any day now. There was really no point in me and Alex staying here.

I mean we were too old to be students. Neither of us were qualified to be teachers either, but where else would we go? Charles and Erik had found Alex in a high security prison and me living out of an illegal gambling ring hustling sleazy rich guys at poker each night. We didn’t have a warm fuzzy home to go back too like Shawn did.

I had been wondering the halls for the past hour trying to find Alex. We hadn’t had a chance to talk in private about what happened In Cuba.

He had saved me from one of angels acid spit blast only to end up on top of me. Both of our faces barely inches apart. I swear we stayed like that for an eternity. Both of us staring at the other like we were contimplating the existence of the universe.

Now I’ll be the first to admit I had always felt a tension between us. At first it seemed like it was burning hatred but over training our sarcasitc comments to each other became less mean and more flirtatious. Only now we barely even say anything. Just a few glances between us followed by awkward eye contact.

Ever since Cuba I haven’t been able to think much about anything other than his lips on mine. Neither of us have been willing to bring it up yet and Ive started to think maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. That he’s been avoiding me and that what ever happened with us on that beach was in my head; that he doesn’t feel the same way. The idea of it all was stressing me out. I had never felt like this before. I had never gotten this worked up over a guy.

I knocked on his bedroom door, but no answers. I could hear his record player playing in his room. He had to be in there. “Alex open up Its me, we really need to talk.” Still no answer. I was beginning to get pissed off. If he didn’t want to talk about Cuba because he doesn’t feel the same way he can tell me like a man. “Alex! Just open the damn door and talk to me like a man or I’ll have to break it down!”

That’s when I heard the hallway bathroom door open. He was just strolling out of the bathroom, post shower in sweat pants and no shirt. This man really had no idea the effect he could have on me. I stormed over to him pointing my finger at his chest ready to unleash my weeks worth of built up anger and insecurities. “Where the hell have you been Summers?! I haven’t seen you around in a week! How come you’ve been ignoring me? To afraid to talk to me like a man now summers?”

He just stared at me startled like a deer I headlights. He seemed to get ahold of himself and process what I had yelled at him.“I haven’t been avoiding you (y/n). I’ve just been busy with you know stuff.”

“Oh you’ve just been busy with ‘stuff’ that’s why I’ve been wondering the halls alone the past couple of weeks. We’re they only ones here and there hasn’t been anything to do since we got here. How the hell have you been busy? I mean I’ve gone out of my mind just trying to occupy the time. You haven’t talked to me in days and UGH I’m trying to be mad at you for ignoring me but it’s hard to focus when your not wearing a goddamn shirt!” In that moment I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed his face and pulled him down to my hight crashing my lips onto his. I realized what I had done to late and I quickly pulled away, trying to act cool about what I had just done.

The awkward silience was deadly. Alex only laughed and shook his head. “You really have no idea how insane you drive me.” He closed the distance between us, pushing me up against the wall grabbing my hips and kissing me.

I threw my arms around his shoulders completely melting at the feeling of his lips on mine. The kiss was picking up quickly. His hand slid down to the back of my thighs and he easily lifted me off the ground. I quickly wrapped my legs around him.

He fumbled with the door handle to his room. Barely getting open and getting us inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot before laying us down on the bed. His lips begin to work their way down my neck stopping and leaving marks every so often. His fingers tracing up my shirt, slowly pushing it up. I couldn’t stand his slow teasing so I broke the kiss, quickly taking off my own shirt.

We easily fell back into the same rhythm. Each kissing the other like we couldn’t get enough.

Alex unhooked my bra and began kissing down my stomach, moving towards my hips. He slowly slipped my pants off. “Is this ok?” he asked.

“Of course it is.” His hand drifted to my inner thighs and then to my already wet heat.

“You're this sensitive, baby?”

“Don't act like it's not your fau-“ He pressed his lips onto mine before I could finish my sentence. The hand that was hovering over me started taking off my underwear. I shimmied my legs to get them off and he broke away.

“Do we really have time for all this teasing?” I asked sitting up on my hands.

“Hey I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time now. I’m gonna do it right.” He repositioned himself so he could comfortably rest his head between my thighs. He moved closer, grazing his tongue against my clit slowly. I ran my hand through his hair.

“Fuck.” I moaned as the knot in my stomach unraveled.

“You better quite down or you might wake up the whole mansion.” He laughed.

“Shut up you jerk” I said playfully smacking his shoulder.

“Now lay on you back.”

“A bit demanding there aren’t we?” he said refusing to move.

“Just do it.” I said pushing him over so that he laid beside me.

“Alright then.”

I flipped over to straddle him. I quickly took off his sweat pants. I line him up with my entrance and in to him. I lean down connect our lips again. I moved my hips as fast as I could. I couldn’t get enough of him. Alex seemed to not even able to get enough either as he flipped me back over leaving him once more on top.

His pace was rough and fast but I could still feel the tenderness with every thrust. I dragged my hands down his back. I must have scratched him because he took both my hands and pinned them down with his own away from both of us. Between not being able to touch him and his uncontrollable thrust the knot in my stomach built up once more and was quickly undone. Alex continued thrust as he reached his own high.

With both of us hot and out of breaths he slowly pulled out and layed beside me. We layed there still catching our breaths before I trned my head to look over at him. “So you’ve been waiting to do that with me for a while?” I asked smiling thinking about what he had said earlier. “How long have you’ve wanted to do that?”

He flipped over to face me and set up on his elbow. “To be honest since the first day they brought us together and you stood up to me all sassy like.” I was doing my best not to laugh. To think after all that worrying about him not feeling the same way about me he had liked me since before I knew I like him.

Alex smiled at me and slipped his arm around me pulling me closer so that I was laying on his chest. “You think we woke up the professor dorks down the hall?”

I had totally forgot they were still in the mansion. I let out a soft laughed and burred my face in his chest. “Oh God I hope not.”

[siriusly-addicted-to-writing]

I’m in love with him

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin!female!reader 

Summary: Draco and [Y/N] are best friends, but one fight, and one certain boy, threatens their friendship.

Warning(s): cussing, underage drinking, drunk reader (honestly kind of bad but I had to get something out here, unedited to add to the bad of it, but um, hope you like it!)

Masterlist

X-X-X-X-X-X

This is for Dee’s [ @obsessedwithrandomthings ] writing challenge! I’m sorry it’s so late! I’ve been very busy and uninspired but I finally found inspiration and time! I hope you like it!

Prompt: “Yeah, well - fuck you too!” in bold!

X-X-X-X-X-X

“You know Draco? I can’t believe you’ve decided to change,” [Y/N] says. She glares at the platinum blond boy next to her. Her best, and only, friend Draco Malfoy. 

“I didn’t change, you prat. You’re making it all up,” he says rolling his eyes at the girl next to him.

[Y/N] and Draco have been friends for as long as they can remember. ‘Before you started walking,’ Draco’s mom would always say. They grew up together, having sleepovers all the time, and it wasn’t weird. They were like siblings.

But siblings don’t fall in love with each other.

Because Draco has fallen in love with [Y/N]. Over and over and over again. And [Y/N] makes it obvious that she doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. The little hints Draco has given her has never had the response he’s wanted.

For instance, one time she told her she looked beautiful and she said she wasn’t. Draco had to scoff at her for that one. She was more than beautiful. She was gorgeous.

But Draco could see the way she swooned for his arch enemy. Harry freaking Potter. Her eyes aways lit up when she saw him in the hallway. Or when he would just bluntly mumble something when passing the two of them.

She’s always had a soft spot for the boy. Even once the rivalry started, she always told Draco to knock it off. ‘It’s not civil to pick fights with people, Draco.’ he remembered her saying. He shook his head and regained his focus on the girl next to him.

“You did change Draco. I barely know who you are anymore! You’ve been distancing yourself from me!” 

“Oh, that.” Draco puts his head in his hands. How could he be so stupid?

Of course! He didn’t even realize it before. He was distancing himself from her. Slowly, but he was. All out of selfishness. He was trying to get rid of his feelings for her. He didn’t want to love her if she didn’t love him back.

“See! You know you’re doing it! Draco, I swear if you keeping doing this, I’ll- I’ll sit with Harry!” she said crossing her arms. 

“You wouldn’t,” Draco says, glaring at her. He knows perfectly well she will. She can make friends easy enough, but being friends with Draco has restricted her.

“I certainly will!” she says, standing up and starting to walk away.

“Fuck you,” Draco mumbles, mostly to himself. He sees out of the corner of his eyes that [Y/N] tensed. 

She heard him. Shit, she heard him.

“Yea, well- fuck you too!” she says walking away. Draco lets his head fall to the table. 

Yeah, he officially blew it.

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[Y/N] walks out of the Slytherin common room, and feeling really strong. Maybe taking a break from Draco would be good for her. A way to expand her friend group. Luckily for her, being a Slytherin didn’t have a negative effect on her. 

In fact, Hermione once asked her to help her with potions. [Y/N] politely declined, saying that she was studying with Draco that evening. Hermione understood but said she’d aways be up for studying with her.

[Y/N] was one of the smartest in her year. Second only to Hermione. Thinking she could start there, she went straight to the library.

Hermione was there. Sitting in the back of the room with her nose stuck in a book. [Y/N] decides to just go and sit down across from her, with no plan. So, she took a deep breath and sat down across from her. 

Hermione peers over her book to see a shyly smiling [Y/N]. Hermione relaxes her expression and lowers her book.

“[Y/N]! So lovely to see you!” Hermione smiles sweetly at [Y/N]. 

“I hope it’s not too late to take you up on that studying date?” she asks timidly. Hermione’s smile brightens as she vigorously nods her head.

“Not too late at all!” she exclaims, bursting right into the charms lesson they took that day.

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After a short four weeks, [Y/N] and the golden trio were the closest of friends. Harry and Ron were skeptical at first, but ultimately accepted the smart and kind girl from Slytherin.

[Y/N] still say Draco, but all she did was smile at him and continue on her day. She didn’t know she was hurting the boy, because he smiled back and would start talking to whoever he was closest to. 

She thought he was happy without her, and she was happy without him. Right?

Draco wasn't happy, he was dying inside as he watched her laugh at something Weasley would say, exchange notes with Hermione, and share a smile with Harry. Draco has never seen her look at someone like that. She looked at him the way he wished she looked at him. 

But what set Draco off was that Harry started looking at her the way he looked at [Y/N]. The way she looked at him. Draco felt his heart shatter when he realized they loved each other.

Draco started looking dead, to mirror the feeling inside him. [Y/N] noticed, but barely. She would purse her lips and remind herself that Draco didn't want to talk to her. She would move on with Harry as he dragged her down he hallway.

So when Ron and Harry won a quidditch game, [Y/N] was invited to the party in the Gryffindor common room without hesitation. 

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“I’m so glad you came [Y/N]!” Harry says as he drags her in the common room. ‘She looks gorgeous tonight,’ Harry thought, ‘not that she doesn’t always.’ She was wearing pair of ripped jeans that brought out her curves, and a tighter black tank top that exposed some of her midriff. 

“Haha, thanks for inviting me Harry,” she says, walking into the party. Ron was in the middle of a bunch of people explaining their victory against Ravenclaw. [Y/N] smiles at the boy and continues to walk around. 

No matter who many times she's been in the Gryffindor common room, it always amazes her how warm and welcoming it is in there. Now filled with people, it makes it seem like such a fun and cozy place. Polar opposite to the Slytherin common room.

[Y/N] continues to look around the room and sees Hermione in the corner with a book in her hand. [Y/N] scoffs and shakes her head. She’ll be taking that book from her shortly.

[Y/N]’s eyes continue to wander around the room. She was looking for someone. When she finally spun in a 360, her eyes landed on a smiling Harry’s. But spotting Harry didn’t satisfy the thought in her head.

‘Where is he?’

Where was who? Because Harry was standing right in front of her. His lips moving, but without sound, gesturing at her to come closer. Tempting her to kiss his lips. 

But if she did, would she ruin her friendship with the boy? Because, yes, it is true. She has feelings for the boy, but does he reciprocate them? 

These were the thoughts that went through her head when Dean Thomas came walking by, offering shots of fire-whiskey to her. She looks at him, then at the glasses, and she takes two.

She walks back over to Harry and offers him a glass. He politely accepts and takes it from her.

“So, I didn’t have the chance to tell you earlier, but congrats on the big win,” she says.

“Thank you,” Harry says, smiling at her.

“Cheers to you, Harry. For being an amazing quidditch player and a spectacular friend,” she says raising her glass.

“And cheers to you, [Y/N]. For being you and always making me smile. You’re the best,” Harry says raising his glass.

“I know,” she says, a smirk playing on her lips. Harry rolls his eyes and clinks his glass against [Y/N]’s. She slowly presses the glass to her lips, unsure if she should drink it. She’s never had fire-whiskey, but this might as well be the first time.

The fire-whiskey burns her throat as it goes down, but the rush feels amazing. But her thoughts were kind of getting fuzzy, but that didn’t stop her from flagging Dean back over, asking for another shot. She needed that rush again.

Just as she was putting the glass to her lips, Harry stops her by gently placing his hands on hers. 

“Wait, you’ll get sick if you have too much,” he says, but she downs it anyway. 

Her thoughts go a little bit fuzzier, but she doesn’t mind it. After all, there was a lot of things on her mind. 

“Wow, Harry! This stuff is amazing,” she says. Her glass slips from her hands. Harry somehow was able to grab it before the glass hit the ground. 

“Okay, no more of that.” Harry grabs her hand before she could signal Dean for another.

“Harry! Let’s dance!” [Y/N] says, as she notices the music that has been playing. Harry places the empty glass on the nearest table and follows [Y/N] out in the crowd. She starts dancing and Harry realizes what an amazing girl she is.

After a few songs later, Harry led [Y/N] off the dance floor. He could tell the alcohol started effecting her. She was pretty tipsy and her face was flush, so Harry decided to take her back to her common room.

“Where are you taking me Harry? I want to dance!” she says, trying to tug herself free of Harry’s grip.

“[Y/N], we are going for a walk,” Harry says, pulling you out the portrait hole. She hums as Harry’s hand slides down her wrist to intertwine with hers. 

“Harry?” she says, turning to face him. She notices the change in scenery around them. They are in the courtyard, and the starts are brightly shining above them.

Harry, removes his hand from hers and brushes her face lightly. She leans into his touch.

‘This is finally happening!’ she thinks.

She leans forward and Harry’s lips touch hers. Her eyes close, but she doesn’t see Harry’s face, no. She see’s Draco’s.

She freezes. Everything is clear now, even with her fogginess to her brain. It’s as if she saw the whole future.

It wasn’t Harry she loved, no. She loved Draco.

“Harry, I don’t mean to be rude, but could you excuse me?” she says, as there pull away from each other. 

“I know where you’re going to go, and please, let me walk you there.” Harry says, not sounding hurt at all that she practically shot him down.

“You’re not upset?” she asks, genuinely confused.

“No, not at all actually. I realized, it’s not you I want either.” He smiles at her. “I mean that in the nicest way possible.” 

Without responding, [Y/N] laughs really hard, and she can’t stop. Harry realizes she’s too drunk to do anything right now. They will have to talk about this later.

“Okay, let’s get you back,” he says, slinging her arm around him.

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Draco stares at the fire crackling in the fireplace. He knows [Y/N] went to the party in the Gryffindor tower, and who knew what she was doing now. 

So Draco sits there, in his dead state, thinking of all the ways he can apologize to her. 

But, they were good enough. There wasn’t anything he could say to make things right. 

He screwed up, and that was that. 

And she was happy without him. He couldn’t take that happiness away from her. He couldn’t be that selfish. She deserves to be happy. 

“Harry, I want to go back and dance!” he heard her voice. But, it wasn’t her voice. She sounded off. 

Draco was on his feet immediately. The door swung open and there stood Harry with [Y/N]. Draco could tell with one glance that she was drunk.

“What the hell happened to her?” Draco says, running up to the pair of them.

“Oh Draco! Is that you?” she says, falling into Draco’s arms. Draco catches her with ease, and glares daggers at Harry. 

“She had a few shots of fire-whiskey, and well, I thought I’d bring her here. She was asking for you the whole way.” Harry awkwardly rubs his neck.

Draco looks down at her, and she is smiling up at him. She wanted, wants, him. Not Harry. Him.

“Thank you for bringing her here, Potter,” Draco says, nodding at Harry. Harry nods back then retracts out the door. He had a certain Weasley to find.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Draco says, scooping her up like a child. She puts her face into his chest.

“You’re warm,” she says, and Draco can feel her smile through his shirt. Draco couldn’t help but smile back. He walks up to her room, and somehow made it without being blocked with the enchantments. 

“Stay, won’t you?” she whispers into his chest. Draco sets her on her bed, and she scoots over. “Come on, Draco. I’m not that drunk. That was all an act,” she pauses, “Well, most of it. I’ve got a buzz going on, and I’ll probably have a headache in the morning.”

Draco stares at her bewildered. She was acting? Boy, did he love her.

“As much as I’d like to, you have roommates.” He smirks at her, and she rolls her eyes, patting the bed. Draco sighs and sits down next to her.

“[Y/N], I want to apologize. I-”

“I’ll have to stop you there, Darco. No Draco, sorry. See, I’m not completely sober, so please. Save the apology till later, but I forgive you.” She smiles at Draco and he smiles back.

“Alcohol goes straight to your head doesn’t it?” Draco asks, and she shakes her head, laughing slightly.

“Yeah, but I’m also good at sobering up really fast. I used to drink wine all the time,” she says, smirking at Draco. “I’d also like to apologize, but I’ll save that till when my mind isn’t fuzzy.”

“Okay, [Y/N],” Draco says, rolling his eyes. She rolls onto her side to face Draco. Draco rolls over to look at her. She is beautiful, and she will be more beautiful everyday.

“Hey, Draco?” she says, her eyes starting to close.

“Hmm?” he hums, brushing her hair from her face.

“I love you,” she says. Those three words made Draco’s heart explode. His [Y/N] loves him.

“I love you too,” he whispers, kissing her on the forehead. 

That night, they both feel asleep with a smile playing on their lips and love in their hearts. Tomorrow, and everyday after that, they will go to bed with each other on their minds.

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Hope you all enjoyed! 

[jawabear]

Hello! I have a writing request 🥺 for Javi (Narcos). Can Y/n be a forensic psychiatrist, so Javi's coworker, but like from a different branch in the DEA. And can they be sort of friends, but you know, with the soft fuzzy feelings of something more than friendship. Oh, and if it isn't too much, could you include prompt 110? I'd like some fluff, maybe with some angst in the beginning. I read "Flowers' and I really liked it, so maybe that kind of vibe. Thank you already and happy holidays! 🥺

One Visit (Javier Peña X Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: I apologise for taking so long in writing this Anon. It was a challenge but I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I managed to write something close to what you requested or at least something you can enjoy. I got a little carried away so it’s a bit longer that I originally intended. I took it that the prompt you meant was from my prompt list but I apologise if not. Thank you for requesting! It was an interesting request and I’m glad you like my other story Flowers. That’s one of my favourites. Italics represent thoughts and flashback (I hope you’re able to figure out which is which). I hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Fem!Reader, drinking, smoking, Javi struggling with his feelings, Steve being annoying, talks of death

Summary: One visit. That’s all it took for him to remember his feelings for her.

“All I’m saying, Javi, is that it wouldn’t hurt to just try dating” Steve reiterate for his friend as they walked through the halls of the DEA office on their way outside.

This was all Steve had been going on about for the past two week. Javi getting a girlfriend. It wasn’t really that Javier was against getting a girlfriend. He just didn’t think he deserved one. Nor did he think he was boyfriend material. But he really didn’t know why Steve was all of a sudden hell bent on finding him a girl.

“Is there really no in you like?”

“I really have no idea what your obsession is with finding me a date, but can you stop?” Javi sighed.

Finally they made it outside and Javi was thankful to get some fresh air after being stuck inside all day which was really the only reason they had come outside in the first place. But as they were there, they both decided to light up a cigarette.

A little while into their smoke, a car pulled up outside the DEA building drawing both agents’ attention. From out of the back of the sleek black car came a girl. She pulled a bag from the car and swung it over her shoulder. She said something to the driver and gave him a smile before closing the car door and turning towards the building.

“Holy shit” Javi whispered as he threw his cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with his foot.

Steve noticed the way Javi’s eyes never left her as she walked over to him. She smiled and waved to him and he gave an acknowledge nod and a quick and nervous smile. “Hey Javi!” She said happily as she stopped a little distance away from the two agents.

“(Y/N)” he said, not sound as happy as she did, he sounded a little nervous or flustered. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Apparently you’re new boss wants to meet me. I don’t know why she wants to meet me when I’m not the one in charge of the department but according to my boss I’m the “best in the business” or something like that” she said using air quotes.

“As humble as ever I see” he commented making her laugh slightly. Steve stood there awkwardly as the two stared at each other. He could see what was happening even if they couldn’t.

He cleared his throat catching both Javi’s and (Y/N)’s attention. “Hi, I’m Steve Murphy. Javier’s partner” Steve introduced him self knowing that Javi wouldn’t. He held out his hand and she took it with a smile and shook it.

“(Y/N) (L/N)” She said “I’m a forensic psychiatrist for the DEA”

“Well, that a whole load of words I don’t understand” Steve joked making (Y/N) laugh cutely. Javi loved her laugh but not when it was directed at someone other than him.

“Well, I’ve got to go” she said as she removed her hand from Steve’s “it was lovely meeting you Steve. And it’s always a pleasure Javi. I’m sure I’ll see you both around but I really should get going”

“Y-Yeah, bye (Y/N)” Javi smiled softly to her as she walked past them and into the building.

Javi glance at Steve who was smirking at him “what the hell are you looking at me like that for?” He asked angrily.

“No reason” Steve said throwing his smoke to the floor and patting Javier’s shoulder. “No reason at all” he said before walking back inside. Javier let out a heavy sigh and rubbed over his face.

“Of all the fucking people” he mumbled as he looked up. He wasn’t really talking to anyone, unless there was a god up there who was listening and who hated him. He shook his head and followed his partner back inside.

The two agents sat back at their desks, Javi was reading through some files while Steve sat there. Watching and calculating. It was blindingly obvious what was happening and Steve simply found it funny that Javier was either an idiot or ignoring it.

“So it’s (Y/N) then?” Steve said finally after watching his friend for about ten minuets. He was trying his hardest but failing to contain his smirk.

“What?” Javi was trying to ignore him by distracting himself with papers but the mention of (Y/N)’s name always made him listen.

“It’s (Y/N)” Steve said again “it’s her who you like”

“Are you really still on this?” Javier sighed as he lit up a cigarette.

“Well, I’m just saying that she is a very beautiful girl and you two seemed to get on pretty well. Maybe you should ask her out” Steve suggested.

“I’m not a kid, Murphy. And besides, she wouldn’t go out with me anyway” he mumbled the last part but Steve caught it loud and clear.

“Is she single?” He asked.

Javier was losing his patience a little with his partner “as far as I’m aware. Yes, she is single” he answered. Javi could already guess the next words that would come out of his partner’s mouth and he didn’t want to hear it. “I’m not discussing this with you anymore” he said sternly “stop fucking about and actually do something” Steve just made a noise before standing and leaving, probably to go get a coffee.

Javi sighed again and held his head in his hands. He was getting stressed out because Steve was right. Of course he was right. Javi did like (Y/N). He had since the moment they met. But what’s not to like? She smart, funny, caring and so beautiful. It was a wonder to him that she hadn’t got a boyfriend yet. Any guy would be lucky to have her. He just wanted to be that guy.

What the hell is wrong with me? He though angrily as he ran his hands through his hair. Pull yourself together Javier. It’s not going to happen.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was sat in Messina’s office listening to her ramble on about how things work now she’s in charge and whatnot. But (Y/N) wasn’t really listening to what she was saying. She was too distracted in her own thoughts.

Anyone who worked for the DEA knew about Javier Peña’s reputation. Everyone knew he was the asshole. Everyone knew his way of getting information. And for someone with the right mind, that would be enough to put them off him. But not (Y/N). Oh no.

Perhaps it was just her analytical nature that came with her job role that drew her to the dashing DEA agent. She saw a man who was clearly struggling. A man who was hiding himself from something or someone. Probably himself. She saw someone who by all accounts had dropped most their morals for the sake of a job. But she knew that beyond all that, beneath that cold exterior, was a kind and gentle man who simply wanted to be loved. She knew this because she had seen it.

It was a few months after they had first met. She was still pretty new to Columbia and she hadn’t really made many friends outside the people she worked with closely. Javier was the only other familiar face she knew. They both found themselves at the same bar at the same time, unintentionally of course.

(Y/N) didn’t know whether to approach him but he looked a little run down and she though she could maybe help with whatever was troubling him. She drew in a deep breath and walked over to him taking the empty stool beside him.

“(Y/N)?” He said a little confused to see her in a place such at this. She didn’t at all strike him as a drinker. She was a good girl who always played by the rules and never drank. So he though.

And he was right. She just ordered a glass of water.

“You don’t mind if I sit with you, Javier?” She asked shyly.

“No, of course not” he flashed her a brief smile before downing the rest of his drink, which she guessed to be a whiskey, before he held up his glass gesturing for a refill. “What brings you here?” He asked her as he swirled his freshly poured drink in his glass.

“I um...well I don’t really get out much. Or I didn’t at least when I lived in the states. Believe it or not I’m not a very “out going” person. So I thought that maybe I would try and be different down here, you know, new life and all” she laughed meekly as she circled the rim of her glass “a-and I just needed to clear my head from today...”

“Tough day?” Javi asked, his voice held a caring tone that made her feel warm inside, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was still more interested in his drink.

“The people down here are a lot more...intense than back in the states. I’m not really used to what I’m being given...”

“Well, you must be good at what you do. Other wise they wouldn’t have spent all that money flying you out here to work” he said “don’t worry though (Y/N),” the sweet caring tone of his voice had gone and changed into one of sarcasm “you’ll get used to it and you’ll become the same as everyone else who works in this shithole” he held up his drink and studied it for a brief moment before taking a massive swig “drinking away all your problems...” he mumbled to himself.

“I-Is that what you do?” (Y/N) asked quietly, not wanting to over step any boundaries. After all, they still didn’t really know each other. “You just drink away your problems”

“Yep” he spoke lowly but a hint of humour to his singular word.

“That’s-That’s not a great habit to get into Javier” she said “that’s pretty dangerous”

“Are you trying to get all psychologist on me?” He laughed.

“Psychiatrist” she correct “and no. Not really. But...maybe instead of just drinking, you could talk to someone about what’s going on with you. It might be better, and cheaper”

“(Y/N),” he said flatly as he put his drink on the bar and turned to face her “I haven’t spoken to anyone about my problems since my mother died when I was ten. If anyone cared about my problems, then I wouldn’t have any. But because no one does, I’m stuck with them”

“I care” she said quietly “and not just because it’s kind of my job to care about people but because...out of everyone I’ve met so far in my time being here, you’ve been the nicest to me. And I want to return the favour. So...if you wanted to talk, I’m here to listen even if you don’t want me to help you”

Javier frowned at her words. It wasn’t like a frustrated or fed up frown. It was more of a...sad frown. He swallowed his drink in one go, which was clearly a mistake on his part judging by the sharp hiss he let out from the burn of the drink. He rubbed his forehead as he set his now empty glass down but made no move to ask for another one.

“What do you want to know?” He asked.

The rest of the night they talked and they talked. Somehow, she managed to get him to open up to her. Not completely. She could tell that there were things he was not willing to share with her, at least not yet. But she saw a side of him that no one ever had. A warmer side. A more...vulnerable side.

Javi told her about his close relationship to his mother and how heart broken he was when she died. That was something he had never told anyone. He never spoke of his family, and certainly not his mother. But it seemed after that, he just kept going. He said how much he missed her and how much he needed her.

She didn’t tell him this because she didn’t quite know how to word it without making things seem worse. But in her head she came to the conclusion that his behaviour towards women was most likely a result of not having that female connection in his life. He didn’t have a loving mother or woman in his life like most people might, and the way he described their bond, clearly it had taken a serious toll on his life. But she wasn’t exactly surprised. The death of anyone in someone’s life can cause problems and pain. Especially a family member.

“Does that all sound doable to you?” Messina’s voice cut through her thoughts bringing her back to reality.

“O-Oh...y-yes. Yes” (Y/N) stuttered as she shifted in her seat to look a little more professional. “No actually. My apologies but I...”

“Wasn’t listening?” Messina said with a slight smile “I appreciate your honesty. It’s more then what I get here. All I was saying was that things are going to be run a bit differently from your end. Your work will stay the same but the work load may be different. Less. These people are dangerous and by the way these missions and raids have been going, it’s far more likely that the offenders you are meant to treat end up six feet under”

“Right...” (Y/N) said quietly with a nod.

“And also, if your up for it, I would like you to come down every so often and maybe check up on some of our own agents here”

“That’s not really what my job is” (Y/N) laughed nervously. She didn’t like telling people no but she wasn’t exactly cut out for the role of councillor to DEA agents.

“I know” Messina nodded “but your boss said you were the one must cut out to do it. It wouldn’t be something that you change from your current position to. Just, every so often coming down here and just talking to the agents. I think you can agree that with things happening in the world right now, everyone could use someone to talk too”

(Y/N) nodded but was still a little on the fence about the whole idea. Technically, it wasn’t too big an ask. She was technically qualified to do it, and it was technically what she was already doing. But what she was doing now was a little more advanced and intense then talking to agents about what they have seen in the field.

But she supposed it wasn’t too different to what she had done with Javi.

“But saying that, they probably wouldn’t even except the help. They prefer to bottle up their emotions and take it out on something or someone else” (Y/N) had a strong suspicion that she was referring to Javi, unless that was just something that all DEA agents did. “Especially agent Peña” There it was.

“Agent Peña” (Y/N) repeated quietly.

“He’s one of our agents focusing on the Escobar case, along with his partner-“

“Steve Murphy. Yes. I met him this morning. Me and Javier already know each other”

“Right” Messina said “well, you go careful with him” (Y/N) didn’t really know what she meant by that but she didn’t have time to question it before Messina stood and held her hand out to (Y/N) “I appreciate you coming out here”

(Y/N) stood too and shook her hand “thank you for having me. It was a pleasure”

“The pleasure was all mine. Let me show you out” just then the phone rang and (Y/N) waved off the offer.

“I know the way” she smiled soft before leaving the office and letting out a deep breath when the door had closed.

“Dude,” Steve said as he leaned over his desk to get Javi’s attention “heads up”

Javi turned and saw (Y/N). He wasn’t quite in control of his body as he ran over to her, offering to show her the way out of the base.

“So how was it?” He asked her.

“It was okay. I don’t really know what I was expecting. I wasn’t really told much about why I was coming here other than the fact she wanted to meet me”

“What did you talk about?”

“Not much. She just filled me in on who she was, her background and all that. And our role in helping the DEA. And...my role in the DEA”

“She didn’t fire you did she?” Javi said quickly.

“No!” She laughed “no, she didn’t fire me. I don’t think she has the power to fire me herself” Javi felt a little bit embarrassed after that “she sort of offered me a new job? I’m not really sure what she is planning though. She wants me to come here every so often to check on you DEA agents. You know, talk to you, make sure you’re okay”

“Well, I can’t imagine anyone else being the one for that role” they reach the outside of the base and came to a stop at the top of the steps. “So...where are you going now?”

“Technically it’s my day off so, home I guess”

“Right” he nodded “I’d give you a ride...but the boss said we’re not allowed off base”

“Following the rules? That’s not like you Javier” she chuckled. “It’s fine though. My ride should be here any second now anyway” as if on cue, the same sleek black car from earlier pulled into the gates “see”

“Y-Yeah” Javi said quietly.

“Well I um...I better go. But it was nice seeing you again Javi, even if it wasn’t for very long”

“Yeah. It was nice. Great. Great to see you again..”

“I’ll um..see you some when” she said as she began walked down the steps towards the car. He just waved as she got to the car and got in.

“Fuck” he swore under his breath watching as the car drove off “fuck”

Time seemed to drag on from that point until it was time to close up shop. The base was near empty aside from Javi, Steve and a few other officers who tended to always flitter around.

Steve let out a groan as he stretched his arms above his head “well,” he began “that’s me done” he dropped his arms and stood grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and his gun from his desk drawer. “You staying on?”

“Uh...yeah. I’m just gonna...finish up some stuff” Javi said taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Ain’t got a hot date tonight then, huh?” Steve teased.

“No, I do not” Javi mumbled.

“That’s a real shame, man” Steve tutted as he adjusted his jacket.

“Why do you care so much about it anyway?” Javi asked.

“‘Cause you deserve someone Javi. You should’ve asked (Y/N) out. I’m sure she would’ve said yes” Javi didn’t respond, he just continued typing away at the typewriter. “Well, night Javi”

“Yeah” Javier grumbled as his partner left.

It was painfully quiet in the base. There were other officers still lingering about but none that Javi really knew. So really, he was alone.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray on his desk and leant back in his chair, running his hands over his face and groaning to himself. He dropped his hands and cast his gaze to the phone sitting on his desk.

Her phone number was basically engraved in his heart. He knew it better then he did his own number. Steve’s words played over and over in his head. Maybe he should ask her out.

But the phone just sat there. Mocking him. Laughing at him for being such a cowards. For being too afraid to ask the girl he liked out on a date. Or at least for a drink so he could see her again.

Javi sat forwards and pulled himself closer to his desk. He grabbed the phone but before he could even dial a number he slammed it back down again.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He said to himself. He was getting annoyed at himself now. But he was still annoyed at Steve for bringing it up so much recently. Just pick up the phone and call her.

So he did. It all happened so quickly but he suddenly found himself with the phone to his ear ringing. He just hoped she answered.

The phone rang and rang and he began to think she wouldn’t answer. He was about to put the phone down but then her voice came through the other line.

“Hello?” She said.

“(Y/N)? It’s Javi” he tried to calm his voice, hopefully the quality of the phone wasn’t clear enough for her to hear his nervous tone.

“Hey Javi. What’s up?” She asked sweetly making his heart pound and palms sweat.

“Oh...uh nothing. I just um...are you busy?” He asked.

“Uh..well I was just about to get ready for bed but-“

He didn’t let her finish before speaking again “you’re busy, don’t worry about it”

“No no!” She said quickly “I’m not. What’s wrong?”

He paused and swapped the phone to his other ear, his leg bouncing nervously as he worked up the courage to ask her out for a drink “would you...like to go get a drink...with me?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and prepared himself for the cold hard rejection. But that wasn’t what he got “I’d love to” she said filling him with relief. He let out an audible sigh of relief that he hoped she didn’t hear.

“Great. I’ll um...meet you at the bar in say..” he looked at his watch “twenty minutes?”

“Sure thing, Javi” she said. He could hear the smile in her voice that made him smile too. “I’ll see you then”

“Yeah. See you then” he hung up the phone and fell back against his chair. He sat there for a moment just trying to comprehend what had just happened before he stood up and grabbed his jacket. He didn’t bother to tidy his desk before he was out the door and in his car driving towards the bar where he would meet her.

The bar was pretty quiet when he got there, which was strange considering the time. But he wasn’t complaining. He took at seat at the bar and ordered his usual drink, a whiskey. He sat there sipping his drink as he waited, the amber liquid calming his nerves.

“Javi,” came a voice from beside him. He tuned and saw (Y/N) taking the seat next to him. “Sorry I’m late” she said before ordering a glass of water.

It took him back to that day.

“I was early” he told her.

“So why did you ask me out here?” She asked as she took a sip of her drink “not that it’s a problem!” She was quick to add worried she had offended him in some way.

“I Uh, it was nice to see you again today and I just...wanted to see you again” he said quietly. She smiled at him and let out a happy noise as she took another sip of her drink.

He looked at her for a moment. There was something different about her from earlier. She looked at him confused but laughed nervously at his gaze “what?” She asked.

“Are you wearing lipstick?” He asked noticing how her lips were a more bold shade of red than usual. In all the time he had known her, he hadn’t ever seen her wear any kind of make up. But she didn’t need it. She was beautiful the way she was. If anything the lipstick was just...wrong. But not it a bad way, he just wasn’t used to seeing it on her.

“O-Oh. You noticed that” she looked away from him staring into her glass. She pulled a piece of hair from behind her ear to cover the side of her face so he wouldn’t see her. She felt like a complete fool.

He shifted closer to her, the stool he was sat on scraped against the floor as he did. Javi reached out and tucked the hair back behind her ear “it looks nice” he said making her looked back at him, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink at the soft touch “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear make up before”

“That’s becuase I haven’t. But it was something my cousin bought me as a joke for my birthday last year. She said it would help with all the guys I would get with and kiss”

“Has it worked?”

“No” she laughed “so far I haven’t been with or kissed a single person whilst I’ve been down here”

“Well, you may still find some use for it” he said.

A slightly awkward silence fell over the two of them as the sipped at their drinks, Javi finished first but didn’t ask for a second one. He turned back to look at her watching as she rubbed the now empty glass with her thumb.

“Do you want to go for a drive?” He asked her suddenly.

“A drive?” She asked “where to?”

Javi shrugged as he pulled out his wallet “I don’t know. Just a drive” he said pulling out some cash and throwing it on the bar before hopping off his stool.

“Okay?” She said hesitantly as she got off her own stool and followed him out of the bar to his car.

The drive to begin with was pretty quiet as she stared out the window trying to figure out where he was taking her. He did have a spot in mind but he didn’t want to spoil it for her.

“You’re not taking me somewhere to murder me, are you?” She joked “we seem to be getting away from the city a little bit” she noticed he was driving her to a more remote area rather than the open city. And it was slightly up a mountain too.

“No” he laughed “why would I ever want to murder you?”

She shrugged “I don’t know. Sometimes you don’t need a reason to murder someone”

“Well, I’m not bringing you somewhere to kill you (Y/N)”

“That’s what all murderers say!” She pointed out. He just laughed and pulled onto a patch of grass of the overlook he had brought them to. He brought the car to a stop and she examined the location “yep, definitely a murder spot”

“Jesus (Y/N)” he laughed.

“I don’t think he’s going to be much help” she said. “What is this place, Javi?”

“Come on” he said as he took off his seatbelt and got out the car. She followed suit and stood next to him as he leant against the front of his car.

“Oh my god” she gasped. She was in awe of the way the city looked from up there. The sky was completely clear of clouds as was full of beautiful silver stars. The lights from the houses were stars in their own right, but golden ones. She was pretty much lost for words at the sight.

“I know” Javi said “when you’re up here, looking down on this place, it’s hard to believe there’s a drug war going on”

“It’s a shame that a country as beautiful as this one won’t ever be known for...this” she said quietly “how did you find this place?”

“I don’t really know” he said “you get to a point where you just need to keep on going. And that’s what I did. I just kept driving and I ran out of fuel right here. But I’ve been coming back here ever since. It just...a nice place to be”

“It is very nice” she smiled to him. The conversation stopped for a moment as they both just enjoyed the sight. Enjoying how peacefully quite it was. And how fresh it was too.

“How many girls have you brought up here?” She asked his quietly.

“Out of everyone I’ve brought up here, you’re my favourite” he said “but that’s mainly down to the fact I’ve never brought anyone else up here other than myself”

“Well, I’m honoured to be the first” she said “thank you for bringing me up here Javi”

“You’re welcome. It’s nice to share it with someone...” he mumbled the last part but she still heard him.

(Y/N) just looked at him the same way he had looked at her earlier in the bar. She was trying to figure something out. He looked at her giving her the same nervous look she had, “what?” He said.

“Just something Messina said”

“Oh god, what did she say? That I’m a shit agent?”

“That I should be careful with you”

Javi didn’t speak right away, he shifted his stance and looked down “Yeah, I guess she had a point” he muttered “I’ve really made a name for myself. It’s no surprise that half the fucking DEA thinks I’m an asshole, the other half just have no idea who I am in general”

“I think she was wrong” (Y/N) said “I think they are all wrong about you Javier. You’re not an asshole Javi, at least not all the time. You’re just like every other person. And I think everyone is wrong to think so badly of you. Because you’re not a bad person”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to say that. You can tell me the truth. I get that it’s you’re job to make people feel good about themselves and shit like that but you don’t have to do that with me”

“I am telling you the truth” her voice was quiet and made him look at her, meeting her beautiful eyes with his “and my job isn’t just about making people feel good about themselves and shit like that, it’s about making people believe that they are good. It’s about helping people...and I...I want to help you”

“Why do you want to help me, (Y/N)?”

“Because I...” she stopped herself for a moment and looked at him, his eyes baring down on her as he awaited her answer.

“You what?” He pressed softly. He had turned his body to face her completely, standing incredibly close to her. “You what, (Y/N)?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he smashed his lips against hers. She felt her knees go weak at the sudden contact. She brought her hands up to grip his arms to hold her self steady as she returned the kiss. Javier slipped his arms around her waist pulling her towards him slightly. With his arms supporting her, she moved her hand up to thread her fingers through his soft hair.

“Because I love you” she whispered when he pulled back from her lips “and I believe you are worth helping, and I want you to see yourself as I see you”

“And how do you see me (Y/N)?” He asked in a low voice as he gently rubbed his nose against hers making her heart flutter as she stroked the back of his head with her thumbs.

“Someone who just wants to be loved” she admitted to him.

“Only if I’m loved by you” he whispered before kissing her again, deeper this time and not so hard. His arms wrapped more firmly around her, drawing her as close to him as possible without hurting her.

“Oh you are Javi” she whispered against his lips “you are”

2/01/21

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[bnha-mha-imagines]

Could you possibly write an imagine or something with shigaraki and his crush (female or gender neutral your pick) where she is immune to his quirk but he's scared to touch his crush. Maybe his crush wants him to dance with them but he doesn't want to touch them so they put his hands on her hips. Just really fluffy. Our poor raisin deserves some love.

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, a lil spicy at the end, mostly soft fluff 

I’m bad at writing Shigaraki but I love him sooooo

Word Count: 2023

Summary: Your quirk makes you immune to Shigaraki’s Decay, but he’s still afraid to touch you. You coax him into a dance… 

I was listening to some old timey love songs like Nat King Cole and Doris Day and I may have gotten really really soft-hearted at the dance scene ;w;

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Shigaraki wasn’t as terrifying as the media made him out to be. Sure, he was the leader of the League of Villains, but he wasn’t all that bad! At first you had been a little tense when you started to hang around the League, but overtime you got used to his presence. Half of your comfortability around him was due to your quirk, which could heal your body faster than his quirk could decay it. But, the other half was due to simply observing how he acted around others. 

He was irritable, certainly, and his nihilism could be off-putting at times, but he acted different with those he trusted. It was slight, but you could still see it. Disguised under his selfish and cruel front was a heart, you theorized, though you were certain Shigaraki wasn’t too fond of it. Despite the risks, you found yourself starting to drift closer to him. 

It started out simple, as any feeling does. He made a sarcastic comment, used a colorful insult or two to some poor chap, and you laughed despite his bad mood. His red eyes turned to you, a deadly glaze over them that could scare even the bravest of souls. But, only smiling, you wiped the tear from your eye and gave a poor excuse of an apology for disrupting the meeting. You could sense annoyance and confusion in his posture, but he seemed to drop whatever question was in his head and instead opted to continue the meeting.

Similar instances continued to happen throughout the week where you would act unexpectedly and receive a look from him. You’d catch him in the hall and attempt a conversation with him, or he’d walk in on you in the kitchen and you’d offer to make him something. He’d barely give you one word answers, though you could see the questions building in his head higher and higher. It was as if he couldn’t understand why you felt so relaxed around him. Some of the other, lower villains thought you had a death wish. Others called you crazy, but unlike them, you could afford to be a little reckless.

Undeterred from his unreceptive and grouchy responses, you continued to regard him in a friendly manner. It was an easy thing to do since you enjoyed asking him how his day was. And considering that he’s been acting more and more tolerant to you, you’d say it was starting to grow on him too.

He’d started to respond more to your questions, and you’d noticed he’d walk past your door more often as if he were trying to get you to call out to him. You couldn’t help but feel endeared by his small attempts to catch your attention; he tried to play it off casually, but you knew deep down it was all intentional. Pleased with the progress, you decided to feign innocence and play along with his antics, knowing he’d snap if you brought it up.

After a while, you noticed that the missions you were being given had started to be a lot more pleasant, and had an inkling that Shigaraki was playing favorites. A few villains complained to you about being a suck up, and you couldn’t help but feel hurt by it. You didn’t have an agenda, you genuinely just wanted to get to know Shigaraki better. Shigaraki seemed to agree, because the next day those villains had disappeared. When you asked Shigaraki about it he only shrugged it off.

He was dropping little signs of subtle fondness here and there, so of course you started to develop a little crush on him. Your conversations with him soon evolved into more, and you found yourself inviting him to spend time with you outside of work. You’d brought back takeout food and a dvd rental of the Shining, which in your mind you considered a date. 

He’d been a grouch the whole time complaining about how the movie wasn’t scary, but you enjoyed his company all the same. Though, with disappointment, you couldn’t help but notice how far away he sat from you. You were hoping otherwise but… maybe your feelings were one-sided? Truthfully, you weren’t even sure if romance was something Shigaraki could recognize, let alone want. Still, he’d agreed to hang out with you outside of work, and that was something you hadn’t expected from him either.

At one point you even asked to take him to a restaurant you liked. He rejected it of course, he didn’t like to go out. But, surprising even himself, he finally agreed when you offered to treat him. You’d realized then that you had a strong influence on him, even to the point where he’d go out in public for you. The thought made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing you were the only person who could convince him to do so.

A few months had gone by and your feelings for Shigaraki had deepened. You suspected he must have felt the same, as he’d practically go out of his way to so much as stand next to you. If he had a meeting, he made sure you were there in the room with him. It was as if he’d forgotten how to do things without you there. Though, you couldn’t complain. It was a dangerous game, you knew, but you were falling for him. 

Because of this, it was all the more frustrating when Shigaraki never let you touch him. He’d jump away if you reached for his hand or ran your fingers along his shoulders. It was as if your touch was toxic, and he’d snap at you harshly. Truthfully it hurt your feelings, seeing him avoid you for a day or two whenever you tried to physically touch him. He’d always come back, however, pretending as though nothing had happened. 

It was strange to you. He no longer had any issues showing he liked your presence, so why was he so bristly whenever you tried to take the next step? There was no way you could be misunderstanding it, unless you were projecting your own feelings onto him? No, because if that were so, he would have you punished or killed for your advances… So then, what was it? 

The questions plagued your mind for weeks, frustration building as you wanted nothing more than to progress and be in a relationship with him. You wanted to play with his hair, to feel what his lips felt like on your own. He knew how you felt about him, and you were nearly certain he felt the same… so why was he playing with you like this? Perhaps you’d never know.

You settled for the next best thing, which was hanging out with Shigaraki per usual in one of your rooms. More often than not you were in his room watching him play video games, but today was one of those lucky days where he finally agreed to do something you wanted to do in your room. You’d concocted a plan to get to the bottom of the issue, twiddling your thumbs and listening to music as you waited for him to arrive.

When Shigaraki finally came, he didn’t knock but stepped right into your room. When his eyes landed on you, you saw him physically tense. “I didn’t know you were going to dress up,” he grumbled, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled over to where the dress revealed your skin.

“You weren’t going to take a shower, let alone get dressed up, so I didn’t bother to tell you,” you teased, a smile forming as he glared at you. You were one of the only people who could get away with joking with him like that. 

“At least you have low expectations. Makes it easy for me,” he growled, making his way over to plop on your bed. You caught his elbow, however, causing him to bristle and pull it away quickly. “I don’t want to fucking touch you!” he snapped, eyes narrowing. And then it clicked. You had an inkling but now you were certain.

“You don’t have to touch me,” you said softly, used to his harsh words by now. “But let me touch you…” At your words, his eyes shifted to you. You could see uncertainty peek through the feign anger, and you took this as a sign to approach slowly. He didn’t move away, his body stiff as you stand before him, mere inches away. 

You couldn’t feel his breath, and knew he was holding it as you held eye contact with him. You raised your right hand slowly to his face. He flinched, and you paused for a second before gently cupping his cheek with your palm. His skin was dry and scarred in some places, and you softly traced your fingers down his jawline to his neck.

Shigaraki let out a shaky sigh, relaxing into your touch. You watched his every expression, raising your other arm up so you could feel his hair with both hands. His eyelids fluttered, and you knew by the way he relished your touch that he’d been wanting this for a long time. You ran your hands down his neck to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around them as you sway to the slow music.

Shigaraki’s hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, and you could feel him clenching them in order to keep them in place. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you reach down to take one of his hands. Startled, Shigaraki starts to pull away but you step with him, keeping the distance close. “It’s okay,” you spoke quickly, looking at him with such certainty that he nearly believed you. “I’ll be okay,” you whispered, “Do you trust me?” 

The world seemed to stop turning in that moment. It was strange seeing Shigaraki so vulnerable, but you weren’t going to let him pull back and push you away again. You stared at him, a brave look in your eye. You saw him swallow and lick his chapped lips before he nodded his head slightly. With his answer, you reached down for his hand once more. As your fingers touched the top of his hand, you could feel him shaking.

Guiding him, you settled his hands onto your hips, holding them there as you swayed in time with the old slow song. Shigaraki sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as if he was waiting for you to turn to dust in his palms. You hushed him like you would a small child, whispering soothing words as you lead him through the dance. 

He seemed to breath again when he realized you weren’t going to disappear, though his hands never seemed to stop trembling. How long, you wondered, since he has been able to touch someone like this? Has he even been physical like this before? You couldn’t imagine he even had the option to. No wonder he was always so upset whenever you tried to touch him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he was afraid to. It was all he’d ever known.

You moved your hands to wrap them around his neck again, delighted when his own hands kept their place on your hips. You stared at him, drinking him in before pressing yourself against him. Resting your head on his chest, you could hear his heart hammering away. Together you seemed to move as one being, enchanted by the song and the feeling of one another’s embrace. 

You couldn’t keep the smile from twitching your lips when you felt him tentatively move his fingers against your skin, testing the waters. Gaining confidence, he dragged his fingers down your legs and up your back before resting them back on your hips. 

“H-How can I…?” he began to ask, voice hoarse as if he had forgotten how to use it. Pulling back from him, you couldn’t keep the tender look from your eyes.

“It’s my quirk,” you explained. “I heal faster than your decay, so we balance out. You can touch me, Tomura.” Fueled by your words, his hands moved across your body more roughly, exploring every surface. 

“You were made for me,” he spoke, a possessiveness taking the place of any fear that he may have still been harboring. Feeling one of his hands wrap around your neck, you gasp softly, eyelashes fluttering. 

“I’m yours,” you uttered breathlessly before he pulled you forcefully to his lips.

[cd-head]

As fragile as glass

TW: Blood (its barely mentioned but ts just in case), crying, abuse, beer, scars

Characters: Xisuma, Beef (Minor, mostly just mentioned), Etho, and Stress

This is a AU I made, everyone has superpowers and such, I know typical, suck it (/lh /j), Beef has nature powers, Etho has ice powers, Xisuma has mind power stuff (idk the word and im to tired to look it up), and Stress has healing powers

Etho is six, so is Beef but I dunno if that is really needed to know. Stress is 11 and Xisuma is 23

- Keep warnings in mind - 

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As fragile as glass he was told he was.

A simple push could cause the whole world to shake as he fell apart. Small pieces laying on the ground remaining of what he used to be. Scars that dared to litter his body and mind deep into itself.

A monster he was called so a monster he shall be, baring his teeth to protect himself and hiding away to keep his memories and peace to himself. As frost covered his body, littering himself in the ice of his own lost mind.

For the silence and loneliness was unbarble but the forgotten boy wouldnt mind. Staying quiet to himself, few to no friends to his name, scars digging deep into his bones and skin reminstic of what he was.

Frosty white hair that fit his face perfectly, as a flower would a stem. Pale white skin that looked like snow that youd see littered out on your lawn, fragile and yet strong and persistent. A thin mask that hid the horrors of the scars of his face, always reminding him of the pain that he had bore once and wished to never live through again.

A small tap would be all it would take to break him, thats what everyone would think of him so they kept his distance from the glass man. The boy did not mind, for even if others would speak to him, his voice was a soft whisper that flooded out and was lost to the sea. Like a soft ticking of a clock that you only will hear if you focus hard enough.

For the boy himself did not mind being ignored, in fact, he found it peaceful.

Least thats what he told himself, but the bruises on his body begged for someone to see them. The bags under his eyes cried out for a rest, that was no closer than he wished. The redness of his eyes and the strikes on his face curled up in a corner, wishing to go unnoticed and yet reaching out a hand to anyone close enough.

He needed help though the boy would never admit it while the fighting at home would ring out like a sirens call, the boy sat quietly on his bed while watching the stars twinkle in the skys as the moon played him a special melody just for him, distracting him from the tears that pooled from his eyes and the pain radiating in his side.

For while those mismatched eyes stared out to the night sky, watching and listening to the night music that blocked out the sound of the horrors around him. 

That night, the frost boy dreamed of a man. A man with kind purple eyes and black hair that would save him from the nightmare he had everyday that was inescapable. For when the boy tugged up his mask, barely paying mind to the broken glass on the floor other than to avoid.

The frost boy tugged on his vest but before he could leave, a rough hand landed on his shoulder. Not caring that the small boy tensed up and snow was now appearing on their fingers, the person leaned down and a gruff unloving voice filled the young boys ears. “Get your fucking shit packed up Etho.”

His hand didnt leave so the masked boy nodded, relishing when the touch left and the boy made their way to their room. Packing what little he had and not bothering to remove the frost from him.

Etho, that was the boys name, the name he heard a teacher say but it was said normally so kindly that the forst boy would not flinch, the name that the other little boy who had kind brown eyes and fluffy brown hair would call him so friendly. He would only flinch at the name when it left that old mans mouth, knowing that no good would come from the man.

He trailed away from his thoughts about his father to his best friend, or well, his only friend. The ice boy was the only one who didnt mind the bloodied apron and never questioned where the blood was from, instead, he choose to look into that boy and they became close friends.

He wondered if the kind boy would be at wherever he was going as he flooded his clothing and closed the bag he had, he carefully reached up and tugged his old ripped up plushie to his chest. Hunger screamed in his stomach and he ignored it as he nuzzled his head into the rough fabric of the toy.

A loud ringing noise rang out through the small apartment and Etho’s hands rushed up to cover his ears. Loud noises never mixed well with the young ice master before he quickly picked up the old toy that he had dropped and pulled on the backpack and shuffled over to where his bed was and lifted himself up onto it. Waiting to be called out.

At the door, stood a man with purple eyes and scars lining his face but unlike the boy, he did not hide the scars that mixed into his gray skin. His black hair pulled back into a small ponytail and a young lady stood at his side with her arms crossed and a small frown framing her normally friendly features, her light brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and her brown eyes held hatred for the old beer smelling man in front of him.

The beer smelling man was going on a rant about how he was so sorry about letting his ‘precious baby boy’ go. 

Xisuma saw through the act, and as he could guess by the bitter glare Stress was giving the horrid man, she did as well.

But he didnt have to make a move as the girl did before he could. “Where is Etho.” She choose to ignore how the man finally lit up a bit at remembering that he was getting rid of the boy at last. She choose to ignore how the fridge was open and there was only beer and food that a six-year-old should not eat.

She ignored it as she walked past the old man and her guardian to move where the man had gestured to a frosted covered door. She carefully wiped off the soft fuzzy ice from the door handle that melted from her body heat almost right away and gently knocked, waiting for a reply.

Stress could just barely make out the sound but she heard a soft - “come in” fill her ears. So the woman turned the handle and walked inside, she paid no mind to how cold it was in the ice covered room and instead focused on the small boy who was swaying his feet.

His strachy white hair no where close to the mans dark gray hair, his eyes were different perfect colors, his right one a light brown color and the left one that had that long scar over it was tinted red, as if it had abrosed blood and took it in to give itself vision once more. He was wearing fingerless gloves and she could see that the tips of his fingers were a light blue.

She kneeled in front of the young boy and gave him a gentle smile, one the boy would remember for years past and forever thankfully of. “Hello there... My names Stress, you must be Etho?” At the small nod that the boy gave her, her smile grew more warm and welcoming that it had the damaged boy shuffling a bit closer to feel the safety she seemed to give off.

“You wanna come with me?” Stress asked gently, holding out her hand but she stayed still other than that. Not forcing Etho to make a action, she was pleasantly surprised when a freezing cold hand rested in hers and clung desperately, as if terrified she’d go if he let go.  “yes please...”

Stress carefully sat up and pulled the boy with her, letting him get used to being on his feet and she led the way out of the frozen room. She took note of how light and underweight the boy was and she pushed past the disgusting man and looked to Xisuma who gave her a short smile and the three left without saying anymore.

But surprisingly enough, a small voice broke the pleasant silence.  “is beef gonna be where im going?”

Xisuma gave him a small smile and Stress came to a stop while X moved around and kneeled down in front of the young boy and he placed his hand ontop of the soft curly white hair. His heart hurt a bit when the boy flinched but it was repaired quickly when Etho leaned into the friendly touch. “Yeah kid... hes waiting for you at the house right now, as well as all of your new family.”

And thats all the boy needed to hear before his dull eyes lit up.

And somehow,

Just somehow.

The boy knew, 

These people were safe.

[sunflowerfromlat]

brown eyes || p.p

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1621

Summary: The reader believes his best friend Peter Parker could never see her as more than a friend.

A/N: Hi! This is my first time writing something on Tumblr, I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you like it ❤

One look was all it took. Just one look from his big and shiny brown eyes, I instantly knew those were going to be my downfall. I let that warm chocolate gaze gladly drown me completely.

“Hi, I’m Peter Parker. Nice to meet you”

Since then, he just made it easier and easier to fall for him. His laugh, his voice, his dorkiness everything about him felt right. Nothing took my breath away like his smile, when he just smiled for me and only me.

“Why are you smiling? Do I have something on my face?”

”No, you are just sticking your tongue out. It’s kinda cute seeing you so concentrated.”

Or maybe not only for me.

“Guys, I’m gonna do it.”

“Are you serious, man? Today?”

“Yeah…”

“What’s happening today?”

“Parker is asking Liz on a date, isn’t that great?”

I’m not going to lie and say It was unexpected. Never in my life have I been the first choice of anyone and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when Peter decided to ask Liz Allen on a date. It wasn’t shocking, but it still hurt, deeply. What hurt the most was just how stupid I was to even think a guy like Peter would like me in more than just a friendly way. It wasn’t his fault that I read more into it than I should have, I just thought that maybe, just maybe in his eyes I was his first choice. 

“Maybe I’m not good enough for him.”

MJ threw popcorn at my face “You say that about my best friend one more time and I’m going to hit you.”

“But…”She narrowed her eyes at me and grabbed her pillow “Okay, okay. I won’t say it. But maybe I’m not what he is looking for. You know?”

“Babe, if Parker can’t see what a gorgeous, kind, caring, sweet girl you are that’s his loss. And if he doesn’t get his head out of his ass fast there’re a lot of guys out there who would kill for a girl like you. You are perfect just the way you are, inside and out.”

“I love you, MJ. I think you love me more than I love myself.“

“Definitely, I love you too. Now, let’s continue with our Criminal Minds marathon.”

After that day I felt I a little bit better with myself, maybe MJ was right and it was his loss. But that didn’t make it hurt any less, so I started to distance myself from Peter. I needed some space to wrap my head around the fact that my best friend and crush was going to date a girl who wasn’t me. And the plan was going fine, I started to spend more time with Michelle and my family. I even talked to a few friends from my past school who I hadn’t seen in a while. 

A few days passed, conversations with Peter only happened over text, but they were empty, barely anything besides homework. During school, I tried to dodge him, mostly because I knew that if he asked Liz on a date he was going to ask me what should he do, where to take her if he should buy flowers and I wasn’t ready for that conversation. 

Not now, not ever. 

I was proud of myself on how successful I was at avoiding him. Until Thursday after the last period, I wasn’t fast enough and Peter came up to me before I could get up from my chair “Hi, Y/N, could I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?” We were the only ones left in the room, there was no chance of escaping.

“Are you mad at me?” I lifted my gaze from my books “What?” Looking at his face after almost a week of not talking to each other was like looking into a stranger’s eyes. 

His eyes weren’t as warm and shiny as always, they looked heavy and sunken.

They looked sad.

“Are you angry? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something stupid? Please tell me, so I can…”I lifted my hand to interrupt him “Peter, what’s wrong?”

 His shoulders fell with his gaze “You are ignoring me, and I don’t know why.”

“I’m not ignoring you, we talked last night.” If I played dumb maybe he would leave me alone. But knowing Peter that wasn't going to happen.

“Yes, but we don’t hang out anymore, we barely talk in school during lunch and we only talk about homework. I miss my best friend.”

His eyes met mine and silently asked for the truth, he knew something was wrong, but he felt hurt that I was keeping it from him.

One look, that was all it took to make my stomach sink.

“Peter…”

“I miss watching Disney movies with you while you sing every single song. I miss our late-night conversations, I miss burning my tongue with your cooking because I’m so fucking impatient to wait for it to cool off. I miss hearing you talk about some funny stupid nonsense that your sister said, I miss hearing you laugh, seeing you smile” - He paused while trying not to break down- “I miss you Y/N. I miss you so fucking much it hurts. So tell me please what happen? You don’t want to see me anymore?

At that moment I felt like the biggest idiot in the world, I hurt him because I was being selfish and I only took my feeling into account. I didn’t think how much it could hurt Peter, how much could it hurt seeing one of the closest people to you suddenly close off without a word.

“I’m so sorry Peter“ My body moved on his own and before I knew it I was clutching to him, he wrapped his arms around me almost instantly. In his arms, I always felt at home. How did I survive a week without his hugs? “I didn’t mean to ignore you, it wasn’t my intention, I just needed time to think.”

“About what?“

I lifted my head from his chest to look into his eyes, after the pain I caused him I couldn’t lie to him, not anymore  “About how it was going to be like when you start to date Liz.”

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen “What?” He sounded surprised. 

“The truth is Peter that when you said you were going to ask Liz on a date it really hurt because…” It’s now or never “Because I like you, more than in a friendly way and I liked you for some time now and I thought th-that maybe you felt the same way but…

I didn’t even know what happened until a few seconds later, Peter interrupted me connecting our lips together. At first, the kiss was cautious and soft, almost afraid until I responded moving my lips slowly against his. Causing butterflies to move in my belly, making me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. 

A few beats passed until we separated for air. His hands on my waist were the only thing that kept me from falling over, my knees were about to give out after that kiss. I didn’t notice when I closed my eyes but when I opened them I felt like I was waking up after a long nap. Peter was smiling at me, with some dusted blush on his cheeks “I like you too. It’s always been you, you are the girl I’m crazy for. The only one I can see myself with”

I smiled and I almost kissed again, until I remember why I started to drift away from him in the first place.

“But Liz…” I started, not really know what else to say.

Peter looked a little sheepish ”I just thought that maybe you didn’t feel the same and Ned said that if I made you a little jealous maybe you would confess your feelings.”

“Oh, Ned is so dead, I’m going to kill him” I tried to get away from his arms, but he wouldn’t let me.

“No, wait. It worked.” I narrowed my eyes at him “Okay, it didn’t work as he hoped but we confessed our feelings.”

Truth be told, he was right, but this all could have been avoided “You could just have told me how you felt”

It was Peter’s turn to narrow his eyes “I could say the same thing to you, L/N”

“Okay, we are both idiots” I concluded and the curly boy laughed “Happy now, Parker?”

“Well, no. I’m still kind of mad that you ignored me all week” I rolled my eyes at him “How could I make it up to you, babe?”

He blushed even more “First, I want another kiss…”I gave him a little kiss a moved away before he even realized, which ended up in Peter doing a cute little pout”...second I want to have a movie marathon tomorrow. Third, you have to bake some of your delicious chocolate chip cookies...”

“All of that can be arranged”

“I haven’t finished yet” He said with a faux stern voice, trying not to laugh “Okay, I’m sorry. Please continue”  Peter smiled shily, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers“I would like to have a date with you if that’s okay” 

I laughed at his shyness and kissed his cheek “You already know the answer, Parker. I would love to go on a date with you.” His smile grew “Then it’s settled, tomorrow we stuff our faces, sing along with some princess and plan our date. How does that sound?”

“That sounds wonderful, Peter. I can’t wait”

[starrynite7114]

everything is you: five

A/N: WOOH. FINALS NEXT WEEK AND I’M FREAKING OUT. This update is a little long. I don’t know what happened. Things are picking up too, but I hope you all will enjoy the ride. I’m really excited to share it all with you. I most likely won’t update till the end of next week, but I have a few things planned! Going through my requests and also have a new series planned. 

Thank you all for all the amazing comments and support! Love you all! Love you all! <3

everything is you

one : two : three : four

Word count: 9770

Warnings: A smidge of angst, smut

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Victor watched as Alena waved their co-workers goodbye as they placed their work on her desk. It wasn’t much this time around, but he saw their boss, Mr. Johnson frowning as well. Their co-workers had thought Mr. Johnson had already left, but in reality, he blacked out his walls and saw what they were doing though they couldn’t see him.

“This is ridiculous, it’s Friday, it’s time for you to go home.” Mr. Johnson had enough just as one of his workers placed files on Alena’s desk.

Victor wanted to do a standing ovation for Mr. Johnson, but he stayed seated, laughing to himself instead.

Ilya, the worker who was placing the files on Alena’s table quickly took it back and sat back down.

“It’s okay Mr. Johnson, I don’t mind helping. It’s just mostly research anyway.” Alena felt bad looking at the embarrassed look on Ilya’s face. 

“Alena, I’m giving you a week off. Ilya take the rest of these folders and finish the rest of these paperwork.” There were still a few people lingering around the office, and some of them were glad that Mr. Johnson finally caught people dumping their work to Alena. Though, they were guilty themselves since they haven’t exactly helped her. “You will all be receiving a stern email from me regarding this abuse you’ve put forth on Alena. If this occurs again, you will be immediately terminated.” He looked at Alena who was blushing. “I don’t want to see you here for a week. Samantha can handle your workload.”

“But sir, I have to,” Alena stopped talking when Mr. Johnson held his hand up.

“Alena, please, let me do this for you.” He gave her a warm smile. “Enjoy your time with Cruz, I’m sure he would appreciate it. Please thank him for the drawing he gave me.” Mr. Johnson spoiled Cruz rotten since he had no kids of his own. Cruz always made drawings for him and bless his heart, he would always hang it around his office. “Also, thank Angel for that advice on my Harley, it’s running smoothly.” He even got on well with Angel.

“I will. Thank you.” Alena packed her bag and Mr. Johnson patted her back before returning to his office. 

“You know, you could just say no instead of telling Mr. Johnson.” Ilya snapped Alena, upset that he had to do everyone else’s work.

“I didn’t tell him, I didn’t even know he was still here.” Alena argued, hating this confrontation. 

“Whatever, must pay off that you suck his dick.”

Alena has heard it before. She knew people spoke behind her back about either her “fake” kindness or how Mr. Johnson was so kind to her since she slept with him. She didn’t let them get to her, you couldn’t change how people thought of you and she wasn’t interested. She was here to do her job and that was that. Of course there were times that it did, but as soon as she had Cruz with her, she was fine.

But hearing these kinds of accusations so blatantly, it was hurtful. 

“Excuse me?” Victor stood up making Ilya roll his eyes.

“Oh here’s the other guy. Aren't you married?” Ilya sneered at Alena.

Victor chuckled, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. “You keep running your mouth and I may just bite and beat your ass. And I don’t even have to worry about jail time cause we both know the strings I have.” Victor threatened him. “I’m sure Mr. Johnson would love to know how you’ve been leaking insider information to the press about his high profiled case with Mr. Petit. Don’t ever look Alena’s way again, you got it?”

Ilya nodded his head, tail tucked in between his legs. Victor turned to Alena and saw that her eyes were watery. She gave him a weak smile before she continued to pack. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and said a quick goodbye to Mr. Johnson. 

Victor quickly packed his stuff and jogged after Alena, holding the elevator. She looked up at him, the tears already streaming from her eyes. She wiped her eyes and gave him a teary smile.

“I’m sorry.” She quickly apologized making Victor frown.

“Why are you apologizing?” Victor settled into the other wise of the elevator not wanting to crowd Alena.

“You didn’t have to defend me. I’ve heard it before.”

“Alena, I wasn’t going to let that asshole talk down on you like that.” Victor reasoned. “You gotta stand up for yourself too. I know you can, you stand up to Angel all the time.”

“He’s not worth it.”

“He doesn’t have to be, but why would you let anyone talk to you in such a way? It’s appalling. Does Angel know that people at the office think you’re sleeping with Mr. Johnson?” 

“No, I don’t want to worry Angel. He already hates it that I live in San Diego alone while he’s like an hour and a half away.” 

Alena and Angel have been at an impasse after their fight a month ago. Angel has been making an effort to assure her that he was committed to her and Cruz. Though he wasn’t doing anything different. He would try to bring her lunch every once in a while. He would pick her up from work when he would with Cruz coming along. At least the first two weeks after her talk, but she distanced herself since every time Angel would do sweet gestures, he had her falling deeper and deeper, she couldn’t have that. 

She could be his wife without being overly affectionate. Just the minimum.

This would make everything hurt less in the long run.

“You want to go have dinner?”

Alena looked at the time and it was only six. For once she was out at a decent time. She contemplated, and figured she had nothing to lose. She was off for a week and she could just text Angel that she was grabbing dinner with Victor.

“Sure, let me just text Angel.”

She shot Angel a quick text about her staying the night in San Diego since Victor wanted to grab dinner. Almost immediately he texted her back.

Angel

No, Cruz is sick, I need you here.

Alena frowned. She called Angel and he didn’t answer.

Angel

He’s sleeping. Can you just please come home? I need you.

“Sorry Victor, I have to take a rain check. Cruz is sick.” 

“That’s fine, is he okay?”

“I think so? Angel didn’t give me any details.”

Victor refrained from chuckling. He knew Angel’s game, using Cruz to keep Alena away from him. It could only work for so long.

He hoped Angel was messing around cause he wouldn’t want Cruz to be sick.

Alena drove up the driveway, turning off her car. Before she could even open the door, she heard ‘mommy’. She immediately smiled, opening the door and Cruz greeted her by her seat. 

“Hey baby!” Cruz didn’t look sick. She hoped that his nap helped him feel better. “You feeling better?”

Cruz gave her a confused look while Angel took Cruz from Alena.

“Yeah, he’s feeling better.” Angel answered. 

Alena grabbed her purse and Angel tried to hold her hand, but she moved her hand away, closing the door. She grabbed Cruz from Angel and handed her purse to him. Walking ahead, she repeated the mantra she’s been repeating in her head.

‘Distance so you don’t get hurt. Distance so you don’t get hurt.’

Angel’s eyebrows furrowed at her, noticing how Alena has been distancing herself from him. 

“It better not be motherfucking Victor.” Angel muttered to himself. 

Alena was washing the dishes after dinner, Angel sitting at the table watching her. She insisted that he went to stay with Cruz to make sure he was okay, but Angel insisted on drinking his beer in her company. He needed to know why she was putting distance between them.

“You should go on a date.” 

Angel almost spat out his beer as he watched Alena’s back while she was washing dishes. “What?”

“Yes, you should. Maybe ask Adelita? Or a coworker of mine that has this crush on you.” She teased him. This was her way of going back to their normal.

Fuck.

What was even normal?

“What the fuck are you doing Alena?” Angel had noticed that ever since their argument a month ago, Alena has been pushing him away. Sleeping in Cruz’s room instead of theirs. She doesn’t sit next to him, she always had Cruz in between them. Every time he offered to bring her food, she texted him a picture of food she already bought. Whenever he told her he was coming to her apartment, she texted him that she was on her way to Santo Padre. Every time he tried to get her alone, she would conveniently get a phone call. 

And now, trying to set him up on a date? 

She had him fucked up. 

“Setting you up on a date? You’ve been single for so long, Cruz is old enough now.” Alena knew their situation was highly ideal, but they couldn’t be in this situation forever. They weren’t together. As long as Cruz was their number one priority, everything would be fine.

“Why would I want to go on a date?”

“Aren’t you tired of just sleeping around? Don’t you want to be in a relationship?”

“Am I missing something? Are you with that motherfucker?”

“What?” She turned off the water, turning to face Angel. 

“Victor, are you with him?” Angel’s eyes narrowed at her. “Is that why you’re trying to push me to date someone? So that it would be okay for you to date him?” He chuckled. “Over my dead fucking body.”

“I’m not dating Victor.”

“No, of course not.” He scoffed. “You what? Casually sleep together?”

Angel knew he was unreasonable since there has been no indication they’ve slept together. 

“How is it any of your business if I sleep with Victor or not? You sleep with the girl’s at Vicky’s! I don’t know what you do across the border!” Alena bit her lip, never really voicing to Angel her displeasement that he slept with other women. But as she realized that night that Myrna spilled her drink on her, she didn’t have a claim on Angel and she never would. Taking a deep breath, she gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. It’s none of my business what you do in your life, you can do as you please. You don’t need my permission. I just thought of helping you out is all.” Alena turned around to continue washing dishes. 

“What would you do if I want to date you?”

Alena dropped the dish in her hand, thankful that it was Cruz’s plastic Mickey Mouse plate. Angel smirked at her reaction. 

“But you don’t, so nothing.” She tried to laugh her nervousness away, keeping her back to him. “So Amy is really nice, she’s around my age. She talks a little too much, but if you can get past that then you should be fine.”

“Alena, I like you.” He wanted to save the other L-word for later, he didn’t want to scare Alena off, so he’ll start with that.

“No you don’t, I’m convenient, believe me you don’t.” Alena didn’t want to face Angel. She didn’t think he would play with her feelings, but this was all out of convenience or gratitude. She’s been a constant in his life and Angel liked that, not her. 

But they were getting divorce. He didn’t have to worry about anything else.

“Convenient? Why the fuck would you think that?” Angel hated that Alena wouldn’t turn to face him. He was serious about this.

“Cause it is, look, no harm done. I’m like a constant in your life, I’m Cruz’s mother I get it, but really Amy is a great catch unless you already made a move on Adelita?” Alena didn’t like pushing herself to the side, but she was also realistic. She’s known Angel for years and he’s always said he never had feelings for her, she wasn’t sure what was going on, but if she put her foot down, they didn’t have to be at this weird place.

“Why? Is it hard to believe I have feelings for you?” Angel hates Alena’s lowly thinking of herself. She was a beautiful girl who he would willingly give the world to. Whatever she wanted he would give to her. “I told you Alena, I haven’t been with anyone, not fucking interested either. I’m just interested in you.”

Before Alena could reply, her phone began to ring. She knew that ringtone, it was Victor’s and Angel knew that ringtone as well. Angel picked up her phone, swiping right to answer.

“Hello?”

“Angel!” Alena turned around, but her hands were still wet. 

“Listen, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call my girl. She’s happily taken. I understand why you would think she’s single but she isn’t. She’s the mother of my child and she’s married to me. Please don’t contact her again.” Angel informed Victor, his eyes locked on Alena as she watched him helplessly. “Now, you don’t have to worry about Victor, so how about that date?”

“Angel!” Alena’s cheeks reddened, eyebrows furrowed as she was visibly upset by his antics. “That’s not fair! I don’t meddle in your life, don’t meddle in mine! I actually like Victor. Why can’t I go on dates? I don’t tell you anything about yours.” She was angry. Why couldn’t she be with someone? To see how it would be like? 

Those words hit Angel so quickly.

She likes Victor?

“You like Victor?” He whispered the words, as if lowering his tone would make it not real. The realization was making his chest fucking tighten. No, no way, didn’t fucking matter. He had Alena, he has Alena.

“I,” she closed her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe?” She looked at Angel and was surprised how heartbroken he appeared, and she saw that mild anger brimming. “If this is your territorial thing because of Cruz, I would never leave him behind, or you. You two are far too important to me.”

“You fucking serious right now? You think this is because of Cruz? That I think you’re walking away that’s why I’m trying to get you back?” Angel scoffed. “I never lost you Alena and I never will. I don’t know why you’re pulling away, but I’m not going to let you go. I’m serious, I have feelings for you and I want to be with you. You don’t need Victor, you have me.” Angel placed his beer down on the table. He made his way over to Alena, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Before Alena could react, he kissed her, Alena’s eyes widening. She was going to push him, but fuck did his lips feel good, they always did. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Before she could even deepen the kiss, Angel pulled away, Alena chasing after him. He wiped his thumb against her bottom lip, chuckling. “Yeah, doesn’t seem like I’m the only one who has feelings here.” Angel walked away leaving Alena hot and heavy. 

“Nope, sleeping with Cruz tonight.”

An hour later, after scrolling through her Facebook and other social media sites, she made her way over to Cruz’s room and found him sprawled on his bed, no room for her. She took his ginormous bear, leaning it against his drawer. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the bear and watching Cruz sleep. Alena loved watching Cruz sleep, watching him grow before her eyes has been a delight and she wouldn’t trade it in for the world.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” 

Alena placed her hand against her mouth, to not let out the shriek that she wanted to let out. 

“Angel,” she whispered harshly. “What is the matter with you?”

“I’ve been waiting for you in our room, let’s go.” He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“No it’s okay, I just want to watch Cruz.”

“Nope, you can spend all your time with him tomorrow, let’s go.” Angel stepped in the room and helped her up, closing the door behind them once they were outside. He brought her to their room. 

Alena quickly changed before getting on the bed, placing a pillow between them. Angel watched amused that she was trying to put a pillow in between them. Once she was settled under the covers, Angel threw the pillow on the ground, laughing as Alena let out an annoyed huff.

“Angel, please, I just want to keep boundaries between us so there are no blurred lines.” Alena turned to face him, annoyed by his smugness. “You’re so annoying.” She turned away from him, closing her eyes. She took off her glasses, placing it on the bedside table. 

Angel scooted closer to Alena, she could feel his heat radiating on her back. He draped an arm over her stomach. She attempted to push his arm away, but he took her hand, intertwining their fingers on her stomach, pulling her flushed against him. 

Placing a kiss on the back of her head, he tightened his hold on her. “Don’t fight it cielo, believe me when I tell you. I have feelings for you, just give me a little bit more time.”

Alena didn’t answer, keeping her eyes closed. Eventually she felt Angel’s breathing even out and she followed close behind him.

Angel felt the weight on his chest and heard the giggle. He cracked open an eye, and saw Cruz beside him.

“Hi daddy.” Cruz waved. “Mommy is drooling.”

Angel looked down at Alena and sure enough, she was draped over him, her leg rested in between his. He felt the wetness against his skin and chuckled. Alena was so cute when she slept. Well, she was always cute, but he really enjoyed watching her sleep.

“It’s too early little man, wanna join mommy and daddy?” Angel moved to the side and let Cruz rest on his other side while Alena remained at the same spot.

“Can I have a little brother or sister for my birthday?”

Angel held back a laugh and just smiled down at his son. “We’ll ask mommy.”

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Angel left Cruz and Alena still asleep on his bed. He had a shift at the scrapyard and a run with Hank and Gilly to meet with SAMCRO. He didn’t exactly tell Alena everything he truly felt, but he would tonight. Realizing he loves Alena was a whole different thing. It was terrible that it was Victor who made him realize this, but he knew it was always there. He’s loved her for quite some time, but it was easy to bury with everything going on.

He might sound stupid, but he figured that this whole thing between him and Alena would be understood as some type of relationship. Contrary to popular belief, he hasn’t touched any of the girls at Vicky’s nor has he done anything with Adelita. 

Everytime he was close enough to even doing anything, all he could see was Alena and that adorable smile of hers. And the times she would cry, god his heart would clench at how difficult it was to see his cielo cry. 

Then he would think of Cruz.

How disappointed Cruz would be if he stepped out on mommy. 

He walked in the clubhouse and found EZ with Coco. 

“Did you tell her?” Was the first thing Coco asked. 

“No. We got into it yesterday cause of Victor.”

“Fuck.” Coco handed EZ a twenty dollar bill.

“The fuck?”

“Prospect and I made a bet that you wouldn’t confess, I said you would do it, but Boy Scout said no.” 

“Fuck you both. What is up with you all making bets on me and Alena?” He noticed that Taza handed Bishop a twenty as well, the president lifting his beer to Angel. “What the fuck?”

“Victor came around the other day.” Coco informed him. He had a few run-ins with Victor since he tried to help him find Letty, but Letty ended up coming to him. With Letty coming into his life, he’s been busy. She still lived with Celia, but he was trying to spend more time with her. 

“Why?” Angel didn’t like how Victor seemed to be infiltrating all aspects of his life. 

“Needed a piece for his Mustang, figured we’d have it here and we did.” Coco offered Angel a cigarette, which he took. “I like him, he’s a pretty knowledgeable guy. And he really likes Alena.” Coco would always be loyal to Angel, that was his brother, his best friend, but his loyalty with Alena almost topped Angel. He still remembered the time she provided him an alibi for Frankie. 

And the poor guy believed Alena since he always had a crush on her. She was sweet, innocent, and had a conscience. 

After all, why would Alena lie? 

Ever since then, Coco saw that Alena wasn’t only loyal to Angel, her loyalty extended to the club. And he couldn’t help it that his protective nature came out with Alena. She was nice, but when you got to her bad side, stand clear. She was patient, understanding, and loved fiercely. 

It was always a saying around the club, hell around town.

‘What country did Angel save in a past lifetime that he was able to land Alena?’

It was a running joke that even Angel agreed with the statement. He didn't know who and what he saved in a previous life, but he would never question it. 

“And this concerns me why?” Angel sat down at the bar, waiting for EZ to give him a beer. 

“You’re not even a little concerned that Victor may sink his claws in Alena.” EZ knew it was awful of him to put ideas in his brother’s head, but they weren’t getting younger. If Angel actually thought keeping this farce was going to keep Alena around, it wasn’t. From what Carla told him, Alena was working on divorcing Angel because that’s what their deal was and time was almost up. 

“Not even worried.” Angel scoffed, taking a sip of the beer EZ placed in front of him.

But he was worried.

Victor had been waiting for years and now that their five years were almost up, it seemed like Victor thought it would be the perfect time to make his feelings known. Angel wondered if Valeria was still obsessed with Victor cause if she was, he would gladly point her to his direction. There have been people who had shown interested in Alena before, the last one being Dante, Alena’s douchebag ex-boyfriend who stole almost two thousand dollars from her and had the fucking audacity to to hurt Alena. 

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Angel watched as Alena’s car pulled up at the scrapyard, which surprised him since it was midnight. Alena had work tomorrow so she was usually in San Diego by Sunday night. She visited him on the weekends to fuck around with him and his brother’s, but that was less frequent lately since Dante became Alena’s boyfriend.

It’s been a long two years and he hoped she fucking broke up with him already. 

Angel patted Maxine’s thigh, signalling for her to get off him. She looked back and saw Alena knowing Angel wouldn’t need her service tonight. After all, Angel hardly flirted with other girls in front of Alena. It was sacreligious. 

Coco was the one to open the door for Alena and his words was what made Angel rush over to Alena.

“What the fuck?” Coco studied Alena’s face, her glasses were crooked, barely staying on at the bridge of her nose. The left side of her face was starting to swell, a bruise forming.

“What’s going,” Angel’s words died down when his eyes landed on Alena. He didn’t mean to shove Coco, but he pushed him out of the way, cupping Alena’s cheek gently. She was crying and winced when Angel touched her cheek. “Oh fuck no. Did that motherfucker put his hands on you Alena?” Angel didn’t mean to yell at her, but he was infuriated. 

“Calm down hermano, you’re scaring her.” Coco warned.

“Hey, I would never hurt you,” his voice softened. “Dime cielo, did he do this?”

Alena nodded her head. She wrapped her arms around Angel, his arms automatically wrapping around her. His right hand still cupped her cheek while his hand rubbed her back. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“No,” Alena uttered out, pulling away from him, shaking her head. “Please don’t. It’s fine, I just got him angry and,”

“Shut the fuck up Alena, don’t even fucking defend him.” Angel had to walk away from Alena, he didn’t want to yell at her. It wasn’t her fault she was fucking pure and forgiving, but this was unforgivable. 

“Hey, Lenny, you know Angel is just overprotective.” Coco watched as Riz, Creeper and Gilly made their way over to them. He was overprotective too, but he was trying to keep his cool since Alena didn’t need all of them waging war right now.

“The fuck?” Riz assessed Alena’s face, knowing fully well who the fuck did this to her. “Is this the first time?”

Alena nodded her head. She didn’t like that they all came to her. She loved the guys, trusted them with her life, but she really just wanted Angel right now. Coco noticed that Alena’s eyes kept drifting over to Angel who was off to the side, trying to cool off. 

Coco made his way over to Angel and pulled him further to the side so that no one could hear them.

“Listen, I get it, you’re pissed, and you want to kill the motherfucker, we all do. But Alena needs you right now. She doesn’t need you being pissy, she needs you to be there for her. We’ll fucking handle Dante another night, let him rest easy so when we fuck that fucker up, he won’t see it coming.”

Angel took a deep breath and nodded his head. He made his way back over to Alena, who was being occupied by Creeper’s lame attempts to try and cheer her up. She slightly smiled, but Angel knew it was due to her trying to be nice. 

“I’m going to take her home.” He informed them, the hint obviously taken. 

The boys gave her a hug before Angel led her to the front passenger seat. When she was inside, he closed the door. He made his way over to Coco, before sliding in the driver’s seat. 

“Find that motherfucker, make sure he doesn’t leave town.” 

Coco nodded his head and watched Angel and Alena leave. Angel looked over at Alena who was just looking straight ahead in a daze. 

“Baby, can I hold your hand?” Angel asked. 

She nodded her head, briefly looking at him. Angel reached over and held her hand, placing it on his thigh. 

“You want to go home?” 

She shook her head. 

“My place?”

She nodded her head. 

Angel frowned, not liking the fact that she wasn’t talking. Alena tended to lose herself in her mind. She could be cruel to herself and would most likely reasoned she fucking deserved it like those poor women who chose to stay with their partners. But he was going to make sure she wasn’t one of them, Dante saw the last of Alena tonight, that was for sure. 

If he had to bury him six feet under, he fucking would. 

He pulled up to his place, parking at his spot. Waiting for her in front of her car, Alena stayed in the car for a moment, which he took as an opportunity to smoke. When she came out, he held out his hand, which she took. They made their way to his apartment, Angel unlocking it for her. 

Leading her to his bedroom, he turned to her. “You want clothes?”

Alena nodded her head. Angel went to her drawer that held all of her clothes in case she slept over. He handed her one of his shirts and one of her shorts. Alena changed in the bathroom quickly before coming out and joined Angel. He’s on the bed, his back against the wall of his bedroom. 

“Can we get my cell phone? I should text Dante.” She fiddled with the edge of the shirt, looking at the floor. 

“Excuse me? Text Dante?” Angel gave her an incredulous look, unsure if he heard her correctly. “Alena, you’re not talking to Dante.”

“Angel, I just, I just want to let him know I’m safe.”

“Alena, you’re not fucking talking to Dante, your relationship is done. He hit you!” She flinched, causing Angel to let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream at you. Cielo, please, just come lay with me.” 

“I have to get my cell phone.” Alena insisted. 

“What happened Alena?” 

“What?” 

“What happened?”

Alena sat at the edge of the bed facing Angel, she bent one of her legs while the other hung at the edge of the bed. “I found out he stole money from me, so I confronted him and he slapped me.” Angel could tell Alena was becoming emotional, uncomfortable with what she was sharing. “He got on top of me and he punched me.” The tears came out then, Angel’s heart broke and his anger soared. He could not believe this motherfucker cowardly hurt his Alena. Angel never felt this type of anger before, except for the time that his mother was killed. A random act they said, he scoffed at that. He always thought about all the ways he wanted to kill his mother’s killer. Since he would never get the chance to do so, he would take it out on Dante for hurting Alena.

Her sob broke him out of his thoughts, Angel immediately crawling over to Alena. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards the middle of the bed so they could lay down. As soon as he was on his back, he pulled Alena to his chest, letting her cry on him. One arm was wrapped around her while the other hand held her hand. 

He’s killed people before out of obligation to the club.

But this was the first kill he would thoroughly enjoy. 

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He didn’t kill Dante.

Man did he fucking want to. 

Alena’s cheek was bruised for a week, it fucking upset Angel. Every time he looked at her face then, it taunted him that he wasn’t able to protect her. Never fucking again. He would always protect her from everyone and everything. 

Alena begged him to spare Dante, but he warned Dante, clear as day so there were no confusions.

“You ever come near her, breathe the same air as her, or even contact her, I’m going to fucking shoot you.”

Dante returned her money with interest and it was the last she ever saw of Dante. 

“But you should be.” Coco’s reply got Angel’s attention. “Victor isn’t like Dante. He’s an actual decent guy who really likes Alena. He came here to get into our good graces cause he knew that our opinion would be important to her.” 

Angel downed his beer, standing up since he still had a shift at the scrapyard. 

“Well, he’s wasting his time.”

“If you make a move maybe, but otherwise Alena is fair game.”

“Alena isn’t fucking fair game, she’s my wife. If she even bring those fucking papers to me, I wouldn’t sign it.” Angel scoffed. 

He was never signing those papers.

Over his dead body.

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Angel unlocked the front door, and found Alena waiting for him. But she was asleep on the couch. Today, there was no shit with the rebels, just regular club shit and Angel was honestly thankful for that. He wanted to help their cause, but he was tiring himself out, especially after the fight with Alena. He hated fucking fighting with her because half the time, all he wanted to do was keep kissing her till she wasn’t angry at him anymore. Every night he came home and she was there, he wanted to hold her and not worry about whether or not she would let him hold her at night.

Now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know if Alena felt the same way for him. But he was willing to take the risk with her and put his feelings out there.

Angel was never good with his feelings. He was good at burying shit since that’s what he always did. The resentment he had for EZ, the disconnect he felt with his father, the feeling of inadequacy due to his parents favoring EZ, burying his true feelings were his forte. He knew EZ didn’t mean to be the golden child, didn’t mean to have both of their parents dotting on him, but it happened. Whenever he would try to talk to his father like EZ did, he never could do it, there was always a wall and instead of trying to break it down, they both just let it stay, becoming higher and higher.

But he couldn’t do that with Alena.

He wasted enough time with Alena. 

Walking over to her, he smiled down at her, squatting down beside her. Her back was to him, her phone resting beside her and glasses still on her face. The last text message he received from her was a picture of her and Cruz with soap suds on top of their heads as they took a bubble bath. 

It was his new wallpaper.

Alena loved taking pictures with Cruz. Whenever they had an adventure without him, he was sent numerous pictures. Alena never really knew it, but Angel’s background picture to this day was a picture they all took together during Cruz’s second birthday, the first birthday they all spent together. Cruz has his birthday cake in front of him with Alena and Angel on either side of him, the smiles on their faces was what Angel loved best. He clicked the button on the side and found a picture of him and Cruz sleeping. It made his heart flutter knowing that was her phone background. 

Alena began to turn, slightly startling Angel. She moved around often when she slept, which was why Angel didn’t like it when she slept on the couch. She was just like Cruz, they moved too damn much while they were sleeping. 

He watched as Alena moved towards the edge, falling into his arms. Chuckling, he picked her up bridal style, Alena snuggling into his chest. He quickly checked on Cruz, who was sound asleep, before making his way over to their bedroom. He placed Alena on her side of the bed, tucking her in. Placing a kiss on her forehead, his eyes closed, relishing the feel of her skin against his lips. 

God he sounded pathetic.

But he truly loved Alena. 

Pulling away, he took off her glasses and placed it on her bedside drawer along with her glasses. He took a quick shower before joining Alena in bed. Turning the television on, he lowered the volume and picked some random channel just in case Alena woke up in the middle of the night. He knew how much she hated the dark and preferred the night light of the television along with the noise it provided. 

Turning to face Alena, he placed his hand on top of her hand that was resting at the space between them. 

“I love you Alena, I know I can be slow, but I hope I’m not too late. I hope you haven’t given Victor space in your heart. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you cielo.”

Alena stirred, turning to her side and faced Angel. She snuggled onto her pillow, smiling. He felt her fingers intertwine with his. She scrunched her face before opening her eyes. She looked down at their hands then back up to him.

“You okay cielo?” Angel questioned as he watched Alena look at their hands again.

“Your hand looks so big compared to mine.” She commented. Looking up at him again, she smiled. Alena moved towards him, wrapping her arms around him, laying her head against his chest. Angel adjusted by laying on his back. She was very cuddly when she was sleepy or drunk. 

Angel didn’t mind, he loved holding her. She propped herself up with her elbow, a hand on his stomach. Moving up, she pressed her lips against his, Angel immediately reacting. After last night, Angel didn’t think Alena would be kissing him. He felt her hand slip under his boxers, wrapping her arms around his already semi-erect cock. Alena started moving her hand up and down, tightening it around his cock.

Angel groaned, slightly pulling away from her, his lips against her.

“Fuck cielo,” he kissed her again, his hand slipping under her shirt, but Alena stopped him shaking her head. She kneeled beside him, her thumb brushing against the tip of his cock, making Angel close his eyes. “Baby, let me touch you.”

“No, this is about you.” Alena removed her hand, moving to kneel in between his legs. She took a hold of his boxers and pulled them down with Angel’s hell. She licked her lips, her hands holding onto Angel’s thighs, pushing them down.

“You want daddy’s cock baby? Go ahead and take it.” He sat up, waiting for Alena’s next move. She’s always been shy when it came to oral sex, unsure of what to do, but if he was being honest anytbing she did could get him off. He thought Alena everything she knew about blowjobs and he was honestly quite fucking proud of it.

Alena took him in her mouth, shallowly at first before deep throating him, making Angel moan out her name. He wrapped his hand around her hair, watching as Alena took him in. She let go of him with a pop, dipping her tongue into the slit of his cock. Her hand wrapped around his cock again, moving it up and down smoothly as it was like lubricated with her mouth. 

“Alena, you’re gonna fucking kill me. I thought you didn’t want to be intimate.” He couldn’t help but tease her, he knew Alena would give in.

“I don’t, but I figured I would show you the new trick Victor taught me.”

Angel jolted awake, breathing hard. He looked down and found Alena sleeping against him, her face against his pillow, her leg wrapped around him. 

“Fuck it was just a dream.” But he was hard now. And dream Alena had him fucked up. Real Alena has to take the blow of that comment. “Cielo, wake up.” He cupped her face, softly caressing her cheeks.

“Hmm,” Alena’s eyes remained closed but she acknowledged him.

“Wake up.”

“Mmhmm.”

Angel chuckled. He remembered that Cruz did want a brother or sister for his birthday. What better way to start than to practice? Angel pressed his lips against her, waiting for a reaction. Alena gasped, allowing Angel to slip his tongue into her mouth. He pushed her to lay on her back, his hand pinning her hand to her pillow. He pulled away to let her breath. His forehead against her, he opened his eyes to find Alena’s with her eyes close, lips parted.

“Is this a dream?”

Her question made him laugh.

“You dream about me kissing you, cielo?” His hand that had her hand pinned moved down her body, stopping on her breast to give it a light squeeze. Her eyes opened then.

“I always dream about you.” She realized her mistake and wished she could take it back.

“What do you dream about?” He pulled away from her, watching as the blush on her cheeks appeared. “Come on cielo, dime.” 

Alena was watching Angel’s hand as it hovered over the top of her shorts. She was debating if she wanted to stop him, to enforce her rule of no intimacy. But much like Angel she had needs, there was just so much her vibrator could do for her. At the same time, she wanted to keep that boundary, to assure they didn’t cross the line any further.

But what line?

She just heard Angel say it in her head.

This man was driving her nuts.

“Everything.” She whispered as she locked eyes with Angel.

“Do you dream of us together?”

Alena nodded her head, her eyes drifting back to his hand when she felt him pull against her shorts and underwear. She wanted to fight him, she really did, but one month was a feat. Pretty soon, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy Angel’s company. Why not just indulge while she still did?

“I always dream about you cielo, you plague my mind.” He kissed her cheek, his beard rubbing against her skin.

“Do you dream of me fucking you?” He whispered in her ear as his finger ran up and down her folds. “Do you dream of me fingering you as you beg me to let you come?”

“Yes,” Alena rasped out.

“I can make your dreams come true cielo, whatever you want I’ll give to you.” Angel nipped at her ear, his finger circling her entrance. “You want daddy to fuck you baby, let me have my way with you? No more ban?”

Alena shook her head.

“Use your voice.”

“No more ban daddy.”

Angel smirked against her ear. “That’s right, you’re not gonna deny daddy his pussy anymore, cause I know you missed daddy’s cock.” Angel plunged a finger in, groaning along with Alena at her tightness. “I’m gonna stretch this pussy out like I always do.”

He eased in another finger, Alena looking down at his fingers, but she couldn’t even see well, which added to the sensation. 

“You want me to get your glasses?”

Alena shook her head. “No daddy.”

Angel removed his fingers, causing Alena to pout. He instructed her to move forward so he could sit behind her. He took her glasses and handed it over to her. Alena took it, Angel wrapped an arm around her middle. 

“Move forward.” He instructed.

Alena scooted forward. Angel got off the bed and placed Alena’s full length standalone mirror at the edge of their bed. He settled back behind her, smirking at her through the mirror.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck you so that you never deny daddy again.” Angel knew Alena was shy when it came to this type of thing, but he tried to push her out of her comfort zone every once in a while. “Is this okay baby girl?”

These were the last few months, why not experiment?

“Yes daddy.”

Angel groaned. He spread her legs, placing it on top of his. “Look at that baby, spread your lips for me.” Angel watched as Alena spread her folds, making Angel groan. “Slip a finger inside.”

Alena looked at Angel through the mirror and shook her head. He pressed against her, kissing and suck on her neck. “Come on cielo, I wanna see what you do while I’m on a run.” Every once in a while, Alena and Angel has phone sex when he was on a run. It was rare, but if it was a long period of time, he’s usually able to convince Alena.

“I use my vibrator you know this.” A vibrator that Angel has never seen. He always wondered where she hid it. 

“Where is it?”

Her eyes widened at his question and shook her head. “No, can we just use your fingers?”

“Come on, where is it? Daddy wants to play with his baby girl.” 

Alena was hesitant. It’s not that she didn’t trust Angel, she just didn’t expect to ever use it with him.

“My side of the closet in my t-shirt drawer.”

Angel hurriedly grabbed it and took it out of the box. He got lube from the drawer that he knew Alena kept their shit together. He went back to his original position behind her, spreading the lube on her purple vibrator. Turning it on, Angel chuckled, causing chills to travel up and down her spine.

“Oh this is going to be fun.” Angel rubbed it on her folds, the sensation making Alena shift in her seat, but she didn’t let out a sound. “You know I love hearing you.”

Angel slipped it inside her folds, immediately placing it against her clit. Alena leaned her head back, biting her lips, she couldn’t even look at Angel doing this, it was lewd, but erotic as hell.

“Open your eyes Alena.”

She did as she was told, looking at the mirror as Angel rubbed the vibrator on her clit. Alena’s breathing increased as Angel slipped two fingers inside her again, a whimper escaping her lips. 

“Oh my god,” she tried her best to keep her eyes open, watching as Angel slid his fingers in and out, her vibrator buzzing happily against her clit. The familiar feeling at the pit of her stomach came, her walls clenching his fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, but daddy shouldn’t let you cum for denying him.” Angel removed his fingers and her vibrator. Alena groaned, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry daddy, please let me cum.” She pouted and Angel just groaned. Alena played dirty and he had to applaud her for that.

Angel went back to what he was doing and instead of pulling away, he let Alena cum. The wet noises that filled the room due to her wetness made Angel harder. Momentarily, he turned the vibrator off and put it down. He took off his boxers and settled behind Alena again, his erection rubbing against her back.

“I’m buying you a variety of this shit.” Angel informed Alena, making her laugh as she leaned against him. “You ready for watch me fuck you?”

“Yes daddy, I’m so fucking ready.”

“You missed daddy’s cock, huh?”

“Yes.”

Angel lifted her up, her knees on either side of his legs. Angel was sitting up, watching as Alena watched his cock disappear inside of her, her back arching when she was buried. That burn was something Alena missed and she moaned, loving that feel.

“Stay like this.” Angel turned on the vibrator again.

“Angel, no, don’t do that.” She’s never tried using her vibrator while she had anything bigger than a finger inside of her. She knew it would be too much, but the idea intrigued her.

While she was fully seated on his cock, Angel placed the vibrator against her clit, Alena groaning out his name. Her hands were on his thigh, raking her nails against his skin making him hiss. Looking at the mirror, he watched as Alena bit her lip, grinding down on him as the vibrator brought her close to an orgasm once more. The stimulation was becoming too much for Alena. 

“Open your eyes cielo, watch yourself come undone.” Angel was fucking loving this. Before Alena could come, he removed the vibrator, causing her to whimper. “Ride daddy’s dick like a good girl.”

Alena straightened her back, moving up and down Angel’s length. She took off her shirt, Angel smirking as she did. He watched as his cock disappeared inside of her, stretching her. He loved this sight and was annoyed he’s never tried it before. He leaned back on his forearms, biting his lips as he watched her in the mirror.

“That’s right baby, just like that.” He encouraged her. Alena tried to keep going the same pace. She had her weight on her hands that was resting on Angel’s thighs. She bounced up and down his cock, Angel noticing the cream coating his cock. “Fuck baby, we might have to fuck in front of the mirror every time we do this.” 

Alena whined, her rhythm slowing down. She wanted to get herself off, but she couldn’t do it. Angel noticed and sat up and picked up the vibrator. He turned it on and it was back at her clit again.

“Daddy, fuck, that feels so good.” Angel thrusted you into her, his pace was fast and unrelenting, with the added stimulation of the vibrator and how close she was earlier, Alena came almost immediately. She put her weight on her forearms, resting, catching her breath.

“Maybe we do need your inhaler.”

Alena laughed. “Shut up.” 

He changed her position, Alena on her back the mirror in front of her as Angel kneeled in between her legs. He was never into toys, but fucking seeing Alena come undone the way she did, the way her face had unadultered bliss written all over it, he was investing in them. Maybe ones he could control to drive Alena crazy.

All of Alena’s sexual encounters were with him. He didn’t want to hear about any other motherfucker cause all that mattered was him.

He was always down to experiment with Alena. He loved teaching her new things. 

Alena heard her vibrator turned on and she tried to close her legs, but Angel was right between them. 

“Just give me a minute,” she held on Angel’s hand that held her vibrator. “I regret showing it to you.”

Angel chuckled. “We won’t always use it cause we both know daddy can make you cum without it.” He took the hand that was holding on to his, placing a kiss at the inside of her wrist. Turning off the toy, placed it on the bed. He slipped inside, she was still so tight, but it was much easier due to how wet she was. Resting his weight on his forearms, he hovered over her, kissing Alena. He was always addicted to her lips. It was crazy that what bothered him most when it came to Alena and other men were her kissing them. The sexual intimacy obviously did as well, but kissing meant more to him for some odd reason.

His mouth traveled down to her neck, marking her as he did. He pinned her hands to her side, looking at the mirror when Alena arched her back. She looked up, noticing how dark Angel’s eyes appeared. Watching him place kisses all over her body, suckling on her nipple, it turned Alena on even further.

Angel held eye contact through the mirror. She watched as he licked his fingers and rubbed her clit.

“Angel,” she breathed out his name needily. 

“Yeah baby, I got you.” Angel was close as well, watching Alena get home got him off all the time. She was just so wet, right and warm. She clenched around him again, tears coming down her eyes due to the overstimulation Angel had been providing. “Look at my baby girl crying. I just want to make you feel good, do you feel good?”

“Yes.”

“You want me?”

“Always.”

“You never gonna ban me from my pussy again, right?” He slowed his pace, wanting Alena to suffer a little more.

“Angel,” she groaned, hating that he stopped again.

Angel chuckled. “Answer me.”

“Never again.”

Angel increased his pace, the rubbing on her clit. Alena was a moaning mess, her vision fading to black, scratching at Angel’s back. Angel groaned at the crook of her neck, halting his movements as he was buried deep inside her. Alena could feel Angel pulsing inside of her, her walls clenching around him. He did a few more thrusts, kissing Alena as he did. She took a deep breath and laughed as Angel looked down at her. The afterglow of her orgasm was always so beautiful to him.

He did that to her.

He made her feel that way and that was such an accomplishment. 

Anything he did for Alena made him proud. 

She was the love of his life.

Pulling out of her, Alena immediately closed her legs. Angel chuckled, trying to pry them open. 

“Stop,” she pushed at him as she sat up.

Angel kissed her again. “Cruz asked for a baby brother or sister.”

“Did he now?” Alena laughed moving away from Angel so she could stand up. “When did he ask that?”

“Yesterday morning before he got in bed with us.” Angel moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “He wants one for his birthday.” He pulled her to him, resting his hands on her hips. He kissed her stomach, making Alena giggle.

Running her fingers through his hair, she didn’t know what to reply. Maybe she and Angel could continue as friends with benefits after they divorced and raise two kids together. 

Fuck. 

She gave up so much for Angel.

She wanted a family, to be actually in a loving marriage, not with someone who was always so hot and cold with her. Angel always protected her and took care of her, but she knew it was out of gratitude. For some reason, he decided he had feelings for her, even though a month ago he stated he didn’t.

She was done being confused. 

He was just going to take it back anyway.

“Let’s get him a puppy, go from there.” 

Angel gave her an odd look. “Let’s take a shower.” 

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The next morning, Angel woke up before Alena, which surprised him. He turned to face her and she was still slightly snoring. He chuckled, getting up to check on Cruz. He found Cruz just getting up as well.

“Daddy,” he let out a yawn. “Can we make pancakes?”

“Let’s make mommy breakfast in bed?” Angel suggested. 

“Yes!” Cruz jumped off his bed, running over to Angel. 

The father and son duo made breakfast, singing along to a few songs that Cruz had on the playlist Angel made for him. Once they were done, Cruz held the coffee they made for Alena in his hand, carefully walking to assure he didn’t spill mommy’s coffee. Angel placed the tray on the computer table Alena had in their room. 

“Shall we wake up mommy?” He took the coffee from Cruz, placing it on the table as well. 

Cruz nodded his head excitedly. Angel placed him on the bed, Cruz crawled towards Alena. He softly shook Alena, calling for her.

“Mommy, mommy,” Cruz shook Alena. 

Alena sat up, looking at Cruz and then Angel. She let out a sigh, and looked at her watch. 

“Sorry, I thought I had work and I was late.” Alena laughed. “I dreamt I was late for work.” Turning to Cruz, she took him and placed him on her lap. “Hi Cruzie, did you have a good sleep?”

“Yes I did mommy.” Cruz gave her a kiss on the lips. “Daddy’s turn.”

Alena turned to Angel who was already puckered up right beside her face. She laughed and gave him a quick peck. 

“That was a lame kiss cielo.” Angel teased her before taking the tray and placing it in front of her. “Cruzito and I made you pancakes.” 

“Wow, what did you two do?” Alena playfully narrowed her eyes at them.

Angel and Cruz had the same innocent look, holding their hands up. “Nothing.” They said in unison. “We love you.”

Alena laughed, giving Cruz a kiss on the cheek. “This is a lot, we’re all eating this right?”

“Of course mommy, sharing is caring.” 

Alena nodded her head in agreement. She looked up at Angel who hasn’t said much to her. She cut the pancakes for Cruz and he immediately started eating, the cartoons on the television capturing his attention as he shoved pancakes in his mouth. 

“Did you bring me to the bed?” Alena questioned. Even though they had sex, she was far too aroused to ask him last night. 

“Yeah, you know I don’t like it when you sleep on the couch, you move too much. We don’t want a repeat of the incident.” Angel reminded her. 

One time, Alena fell asleep on the couch, fell and sustained an injury on her head. After that, Angel advised her to just sleep on their bed, it was the reason he bought it. The few times Alena did sleep on the couch, she was usually laying on Angel, with his arms around her. 

“I know, sorry, I was waiting for you to come home.” Alena took a piece of the pancake and ate some. “Yum, glad it’s not burned.”

“Told you I could cook cielo.” He winked at her. 

“Mr. Johnson gave me the week off, but I have a few errands to run in San Diego, I’ll drive back tomorrow morning and should be back by Wednesday.” Alena didn’t want to tell Angel that Victor invited her to an art gallery. It was innocent, but Angel had the tendency to overreact. She was allowed to have friends. 

“Sounds good, you want us to go with?” Angel poured some syrup on his plate since Alena didn’t go overboard with syrup like he did.

“No, it’s fine, but I can take Cruz with me. Give you some time off.” Alena offered. She could take Cruz with her and Victor at the art gallery.

“I’d prefer if you and Cruz stayed with me, I don’t need time off. Do you have to stay in San Diego to do the errands?” Angel hated it when Alena suggested for them to spend time apart. What was the point of that? He always wanted to be near her and Cruz.

“Yeah, I just need to do a few things at the apartment.” Alena didn’t like lying to Angel, but she technically wasn’t. She did have a few things to do at the apartment. This wasn’t cheating, she was hanging around with a friend who liked her and well for her, she didn’t know how she felt about Victor. He was sweet, funny, good looking, and kind, but she was married. 

“Maybe if Cruz stays here you can get it done faster?” Angel was selfish with Alena. If she had the week off, he wanted her to stay in Santo Padre and be with him and Cruz. Besides, if she was in San Diego, more of a chance for her to see Victor. 

“Angel, it’s just two days.”

“Alright, but just leave Cruz here, I got him. Maybe ask Carla to go to the spa I got you a gift card for.” Angel suggested. 

“You know what, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” She agreed. 

Alena needed some time to herself. It was nice to get a break from work. And maybe Carla could help her sort out her feelings. 

Her growing feelings for Victor. 

[impala-dreamer]

Between Scenes

SPN FanFic

~Jensen and Y/N's make out scene really gets him going and it's really hard to stop...~

Dean x Andi / Jensen x Reader, Rich

1,874 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Oral Sex.

A/N: Written for @welcome-to-my-little-world, who requested Masturbation with Jensen for kinktober over on Patreon. Hope you all enjoy!

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“Dean. Don’t leave.”

Andi’s eyes draw him back and Dean is helpless. There’s something in the way she says his name, something in her breathless plea that holds him captive. He stops in his tracks, boots thudding against the hard ground.

“Please.”

Her voice barely carries across the field, but he hears it. He feels it in his soul. He can’t leave.

Dean drops his bag and spins, dark green eyes trained on her lips. He rushes forward, closing the space between them in a few long strides, reaching with both hands to grab her cheeks and pull her to him.

They kiss beneath the full moon, clouds sweeping high overhead, cool October breeze chilling their skin. He holds her close, putting everything he has into his kiss, giving her everything. There’s never been another woman for him, nor would there be, but the fear of letting go rips him apart inside.

He pulls back for a breath, thumbs caressing her jaw as his hands slide down her throat and around, sensually locking around the nape of her neck. She looks up with utter trust and love, apples of her cheeks lifting as she smiles.

“Dean,” she gasps in disbelief, having waited forever to be in his arms. “I...I love-”

“Don’t,” he sighs, shaking his head gently before diving back in, every cell in his body screaming for her. He can feel his blood rushing, brain cells firing, skin tingling, and it’s all because of her. “Don’t say it.” He licks into her mouth, humming at the sweetness.

She presses a hand against his chest. “But I do,” she says simply, honest eyes wide and taking him in.

Dean closes his eyes and presses his forehead to hers, arms wrapping tight around her. “I know, Andi,” he whispers, hoping the autumn wind will steal his words so they don’t come back to hurt him. “Me too.”

It happens too fast.

Dean presses her into the hood of the Impala, moon shining down upon the metal, reflecting back his own lust filled gaze as she leans back and spreads her legs. He lifts her up to sit on the edge and gets lost in her kiss again, shifting his broad hips between her thighs. He moans as her tongue traces the thick muscles of his throat, teeth scraping gently while her fingers tug at his jeans.

“Want you Dean,” she huffs, working his belt as best she can.

He jerks his hips forward and drops a hand to cup her breast. “Want you too, baby,” he growls, sucking at her bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you since the moment we met.”

The belt gives way, leather slipping from the metal clasp and Dean hisses as she slides her hand downward.

“Then take me, Dean,” she says with a smile, lying back against the hood and reaching up for him. “I’m yours.”

His head swims with right and wrong, promises and consequences, but the passion wins over. He covers her completely and rolls his hips into her, moaning at the blissful sigh she releases.

“And, cut! I think we got it!” Rich yells from across the set, barely looking up from the monitor as he halts Jensen and Y/N’s love scene. “Looks great, guys. Good work!”

Y/N squirms a bit beneath Jensen and looks up with a smile. “So… that was fun.” She laughs awkwardly and Jensen joins her.

“Yeah,” he smirks, leaning on his forearms on the hood, still locked around her head, pelvis still pressed against hers. He looks down and his smirk softens to a gentle smile and the urge to kiss her again overtakes him.

Y/N turns her eyes away before he can make a move and tries to stretch her back. “Um…Jensen?”

“Yeah?” he whispers, caught up in how warm her soft body feels beneath him.

“You wanna get off?”

He startles, cock twitching at the invitation. He’s already half hard from their scene and the blood is flowing freely. His cheeks glow pink as he leans his lips a millimeter closer to hers. “What?”

Y/N laughs and shoves at his shoulders. “Get off me!”

“Oh!” Jensen rolls and sets her free, trying to play it off as a little joke, but the hard line in his jeans has no poker face. “Sorry,” he grins with a shrug and Y/N shakes her head in jest.

“I’m gonna go get some food,” she says over her shoulder, walking away with a secret smile.

Jensen lays back against the Impala for a brief moment, trying to calm his body, but as soon as his eyes close, she’s there; soft and sweet and beautiful. His dick pushes against his zipper and he hops up before anyone can see.

“Fuck.” He groans as he leaves the set, cock still hard and aching. It’s been a few days since he’s yanked one out and that scene with Y/N flipped some kind of switch inside of him. He can tell he’s not going to be able to think this one away.

‘Please…’

‘Fuck, it really sounded like she meant it,’ he thinks, rushing behind the faux walls into the empty walk way. ‘She’s a fucking great actress.’ His jeans rub almost painfully against his erection; mind filled with the taste of her mouth, the feel of her hands on him.

He stops and bites his lip as he mentally calculates the distance to his trailer. “I’m not gonna make it,” he murmurs and then doubles back until he finds the door he’s looking for.

Dean’s room isn’t being used this week, but it’s still set up. The lights are off and it’s eerily dark, but there’s a door that shuts and a bed with memory foam.

Jensen makes sure the door is closed and perches on the edge of the bed. The mattress moulds around his ass and he lays back, groaning in relief as he finally unzips his jeans.

‘Want you, Dean... so bad…’

He fists his cock and slowly rubs up and down, shoulders shaking as he imagines her legs wrapped around him again. She was so fucking soft, so much give, yet firm when he pressed into her.

‘Dean...I love you…’

Her voice swam in his head, all the things she said and all the things he could imagine now. It was like honey flowing through his brain and trickling down into his bloodstream.

‘Fuck me, Dean. Hard…’

He pumped his fist faster; jaw clenching to hold back his moans. God, but her lips were so sweet, her kiss so hungry and inviting.

‘My hero...Need you, Dean...Need you so bad…’

“Fuck!”

The door creaks open, but he doesn’t notice. His mind is flooded with memories of her smell, her touch, the heat of her tongue as it pushed against his.

“Oh, god, Y/N…”

He feels the swell, the pressure build.

“Fuck.”

‘Please, Dean...Come in my tight little pussy...Need you to cum all over me.’

He holds his breath and rubs the tip of his cock, jerking quickly, hips lifting off of the bed.

“Fuck…”

This time the curse isn’t his and Jensen’s eyes pop open as his shoots up from the bed.

Y/N’s in the doorway, a hand held up to her lips as she watches in shock.

Jensen scrambles to cover up, yanking the hem of his flannel down, but she’s already seen too much. “What the fuck!”

She balks, pivoting on each foot, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard something and…” She stops and bites her lip. “Do you want some help?”

Her question is soft and alluring and Jensen’s body tenses.

“What?”

She takes a step, careful to close the door behind her. “I asked,” she said, slowly coming towards the bed, “if I could help you.”

He swallows hard, eyes glued to her lips as she speaks, over enunciating each word so that the plump pillows jut out deliciously. “I…”

Y/N reaches the bed and stops between his bowed legs, looking down with a lustful gaze. “I just figured since I put you in this predicament…” Slowly she kneels down, hands dropping to his denim covered knees to brace her descent. “...it’s only fair that I help you out of it.”

Jensen’s heart races and his dick pulses. “I can’t...ask you to do that,” he breathes, heavy exhale dropping his voice an entire octave.

“You’re not asking,” she says with a coy smile as she slides her hands firmly up his thick thighs. “I’m offering.”

He stares for the longest moment, watching as she inches closer. His stomach is tight and his brain is mush; there’s nothing he can do but give in. “Please.”

She smiles as her lips press to the tip of his cock, fingers gently pushing the layers of cotton up to reveal his soft belly. The hair on his tummy is sparse and pale, deepening to auburn as it reaches his thick shaft. Y/N presses her left hand into the down and circles the base of his cock with her thumb and index fingers, pulsing in time with his racing pulse.

Jensen’s head falls back as she licks the hard vein and swirls her tongue over his head. “Fuck.” His voice is harsh and raspy, he’s already so gone it won’t take much.

She can feel him twitching and tightens the ring around him, wanting to keep him from cumming as long as possible. They don’t have much time, but she wants to enjoy every second.

Jensen’s soon lost to the rhythm of her mouth as it slides up and down, so tight, so wet, so hot. He grabs at the blanket, fingers contracting as she edges him, taking him so deep he isn’t sure how she’s breathing.

“God damnit, Y/N… your mouth… fuck!”

He bucks his hips up into her and she gags around him, swallowing and pulsing her tongue against him. She hums as she works, moaning at the heavenly weight of his cock pushing down her throat, and finally loosens her fingers from around the base.

“Fuck!” Jensen grits his teeth as he cums, holding his breath as he spills onto her tongue.

She swallows every drop and eases away, lovingly petting his cock as it softens. She rocks back on her heels and smiles. “Thank you.”

Jensen pops up on his elbows and looks at her in shock, his head still fuzzy from the lack of blood flow. “Thank you?” he laughs. “Thank you! Jesus.”

He sways a bit as he sits up and grimaces as he tucks his sensitive flesh away. “That was… wow.”

Y/N stands and takes a tiny bow. “You’re welcome.” There’s a proud grin in her eyes and she extends a hand to help him up. “So anyway,” she says casually. “There was a sound issue on the last take, so Rich wants us back on set.”

Jensen’s knees are still weak but he makes it up. “Wait, what? When?”

She laughs at the goofy look on his face and shrugs. “I don’t know, like ten minutes ago.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, but worth it.”

She winks and he about dies all over again.

“Definitely worth it.”

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