#so sue me if I just wanted to see her in motion

[snuffysbox]

couldn't focus on shit tonight so I just made a new Rook instead. Solin De Riva, Crow rogue and all around 'get it done and shut up' type.

[holylulusworld]

Cat shows

Title: Cat shows

Written for @buckybarnesevents HotBuckySummer Week 9: Free Week

Summary: You’re in trouble.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader; Alpine x Reader

Warnings: crack!fic, fun, fluff

A/N: A random drabble.

Catch up here: Shopping trips

“Mrs. Barnes, your husband is here to bail you out,” the cop mutters under his breath. You refused to leave the interrogation room without your cat. You fought tooth and nail, telling them you’re going to sue them if they don’t bring Alpine back to you.

You reluctantly follow the cop out of the interrogation room, grumbling under your breath. Arresting you was unnecessary.

“Doll, there you are,” Bucky jocks toward you. “I was worried sick when you didn’t come home. I thought you wanted to have lunch with your friends, and you were just gone. Alpine too.”

“Oh, yeah…that,” you chuckle. “My friend got this crazy idea to go to this cat show. She said Alpine is too pretty to hide.”

“Where’s Alpine?” Bucky looks at the cop standing next to you. “You! Where is my cat?” The cop swallows thickly when Bucky steps closer. He didn’t miss that your husband is the former Winter Soldier.

“Uh—the cat is…uh,” he stammers. The cop starts to sweat seeing the angry look on Bucky’s face. “The cat will be right there, Mr. Barnes.

You watch the cop run off, sighing deeply. “I’m sorry, Buck. This is all my fault. If only I didn’t listen to my friend. I find these shows stupid and hate how they treat the pets but Alpine looked so pretty with their new collar.”

“What happened?” Bucky gently cups your face. “Baby doll, you got to tell me what happened. I can only help you if I get all the information.”

“Okay,” you sigh deeply. “I attended that cat show with Alpine for fun. We weren’t that bad. Alpine looked cute, and we got a nice ribbon. We didn’t win, but it was fun. Alpine even won some cat food.”

“Alpine won food,” Bucky snickers. “How did you end up at the police station if you won cat food at a show?”

“Uh-“ you drop your gaze and sigh again. “There was this bitch, the one who won all the competitions. She wanted the ribbon Alpine won too, and the food. I told her to leave Alpine alone.” You sniff and glare at the cop carrying Alpine in a pet crate. You can hear Alpine hiss at the man, and smirk.

“I sense there is more to this story, doll,” Bucky presses on. He quirks a brow and you throw your hands up. “Baby, tell me everything.”

“She said Alpine, my pretty princess, and queen of our castle, looks like a mangy stray. She wanted me to give her the ribbon and the food.” You grit your teeth seeing the woman and her spoiled cat walk toward you and Bucky. “I told her if she wants the food so badly, she can have it and—” you grin at Bucky. “I threw it at her.”

“You threw cat food at the lady,” Bucky snorts. He watches the arrogant woman pass you by and laughs. “At least you didn’t threaten to kill her.”

“I was tempted,” you giggle when Bucky snatched the box with Alpine out of the cop’s hands. He rips the box open to free Alpine. Alpine lifts their head and slowly walks toward Bucky, hissing at the cop as they pass him by.

“Come here, punk,” Bucky says as he crouches down to help Alpine jump on his shoulder. “There you go, Alpine. Did you miss me and mommy.” Bucky asks while slowly getting back up.

“Aw, I bet Alpine missed me,” you say. Looking Alpine all over, you sigh. At least your cat didn’t get hurt.

“Sir, you should talk to your wife,” the cop mutters because Bucky doesn’t pay attention to him. “Next time she won’t get away so easily.”

Bucky turns toward the cop like in slow motion. He cocks his head and stares the cop down. Your husband doesn’t say a word. It’s unnecessary because the man murmurs something before walking off.

“You still got it in you,” you purr his name and pat his chest. “You’re scary as shit when mad, baby.” You take his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. “Let’s get Alpine home. Our champion deserves the best food.”

“Next time you want to throw cat food at someone insulting Alpine, give me a call.”

“See, that’s why I love you,” you giggle as you walk out of the police station, holding hands with your husband. “You’re ready to throw cat food at ladies messing with me and Alpine…”

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[oval3000]

Chapter 3

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(This might suck idk. I don't know German so it's all Google translate)

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He hasn't left his room for a month. They kept him in their with the straitjacket on. His meals are just vitamins that he has to swallow. You would go in to check up on him, but new orders from the administrator's to not go near at all, so you pass by his room. You would peak through the little window and see him laying on his back with little no to motion on his arms or body entirely. His psychiatrist, Dr. Smith is the only that goes in there. They have sessions in his room instead of the usual spot they have it in.

She was pissed at everyone, specifically you. You are her punching bag, even though it was Ben's fault. "Why hasn't he been given his meds!" She yelled at you.

"We are not allowed to go i-" you tried to explain your her, but she could care less.

"You are his nurse right! Your job is to give him his meds! How did you graduate when you can't even do that!" She yelled at you.

You plead for her to listen to you "I'm sorry, Dr. Smith. I can't it's Mr. Millers orders. No one can go in except you because you are his psychiatrist."

So she strolled her way to the administrator's office.

Ignoring his assistant from telling her that she can't go in. Slaming the door open to see him sitting on his chair, writing whatever cral he writes on paper.

"Sarah calm down!"

"Do you have any idea how dangerous he is, and you want me to deal with him alone! On top of that the lack of guards is making my job harder!" Dr. Smith argued with a hand on her hips and her finger pointing towards Ben.

"Do you remeber when you wanted a nurse to look after him." She rolled her eyes. Yes, you, the nurse. "Do you have any idea how much money is going towards her. Triple the pay for looking after him."

Her hands swing in motion, showing her frustration. "She can't even do her fucking job Ben!"

"If she's alive, then she's doing her job well. What's making this hard, is you barging into my office and telling me what to do when you are the one demanding this." He stood up from his chair, fixing his navy tie. "We're loosing staff. People don't want to go near him. Gabriel is threatening to sue the company. Gaurds are quiting left and right so sorry that there aren't enough staff attending your needs."

She crossed her arms with an annoying sigh leaving her lips tinted with red lipstick. "Then hire more people, I don't see the problem?"

"Did you not hear what I said" he walked towards her, standing toe to toe to her. "Majority of our budget is going towards (Y/n). She's been here for two months now, lasting longer than any other nurses. We can't afford another hire with the same pay to deal with König. Besides he hasn't actually killed anyone in those two months, I'll take that than dealing with someone who has a broken jaw from a simple punch."

"Then ask for more money." She scuffed like if it was a joke she said.

He laughed at her face, "Do you think the government cares to fund more for this place, I already have the staff on my ass for new medical supplies, do you think they are gonna hand me the budget to hire someone with triple pay just because you are scared."

"Then fire (y/n) and hire a new guard, maybe someone with military experience."

"Why would I do that. You came into my office, spreaded your legs cause you were so desperate for a nurse and now you want me to fire her. She hasn't done anything in particularly wrong."

"She doesn't follow orders!"

"She does, you just make it difficult." He came in defense.

"Wasn't she trying to stop you from putting him into a straitjacket?" She smirked while her arms crossed at her chest.

"Yes, and she was right. Putting him in a straitjacket does nothing. He was fine it's just that..." he closed his eyes taking deep breath.

"Just what?" She came closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, gently caressing it.

He turned his head to her, he used to lovy dovey with her seduction, but now it's more annoyance. "Eli, the other guard, came to my office the other day and told me that Gabriel was provoking König."

She rolled her eyes, looking around his office. Paying attention to the paintings hanged up on the wall and the light objects he has on his desk. "Like what? Making fun of him? We all make fun the people here what else is new?"

"I don't know the full details, but that's what he told me." He sat a bit on his desk.

"Why does that matter?" She shook her head without a single thought in her brain.

"Gabriel is threatening to sue us. If we fight the legal action, we'll have to defend König. König, just like any other patient represent us, our care. If they find out that Gabriel was the one that caused this, making König the victim it doesn't look good after we placed him in the straitjacket. Like we silencing him out. It will ruin our reputation, we'll all loose our jobs and you fucked your way up here for nothing."

"But he harmed a worker, beside murdered multiple people." She let out a little chuckle, placing her hand on his chest.

He didn't give in, instead, he gave her a stare. "He's ex- military and as for you being his psychiatrist, you'll have to speak on behalf of him. Meaning that people will find out about you, how you never studied to become a doctor you fucked every professor you had to get your degree."

"What are you saying, Ben." Her smile dropped.

"I won't fire (Y/n). She stood up for König, making us look like we care about our patients. As for Gabriel, all he's asking is for some 20,000 thousand dollars, which we can easily give him worth than standing infront of the judge. Which means that we can't afford new guards for you. Besides they're taking off his straitjacket today, so stop being so scared and do your dam job."

"I still think you should fire, (Y/n) atleast." She hummed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I'm not doing that. Beside she's the only staff that doesn't barge in here demanding stuff. She nice and sweet...." he looked down to the side, " and...young and beautiful. "

She let go of his waist, clenching her jaw. Yes, you being so beautiful. "So what? You want to fuck her? Is that it. Never head young pussy before?"

"You should leave, I have work to do and so do you. This discussion is over." He walked to his desk, sitting down on his chair, unbutton his last few buttons from his dark, navy, blazer.

She stormed off his office, angrly stomping on the white tile floors with her heels creating a louder noise.

You heard the word going around that their taking of his straitjacket, so you quickly gathered what you need to check him up. You saw as the guards took off. He let out a big stretched, flexing more of his muscles. It caused a scare to the guards like a lion letting out a roar.

You walked up to and saw more of his face. He stared at you.

He missed you. He never thought he would miss you. During that month of not seeing you was a time he contemplated about you. Are you made for him or not. He will shut his eyes and images of you will pop up. You smiling at him. Taking good care of him. Watching you squirm under him as you take his full length cock inside your pussy. He'll treat you with respect as long as you do what he says that's all. Seeing your belly swell up with his baby. Can't wait to fuck your tits filled with milk. Can't wait to impregnate you with multiple of his children, making one big happy family. How protective he'll be for his kids, for you. To stand up to the bullies, to show them not to be scared of anything. To hold them if they cry.

He should kill you for making him react this way. He should just kill you. You are just another nurse thinking they have control over him. He use to give orders to people, being the colonel and all, he got the respect he fought for, why does he feel weak around you. You are so sweet and joyful to him. If he was back in the field and saw you, would he kill you. Or maybe fuck you. Maybe that's it. He hasn't done it in so long, so long he hasn't touch a women. He should've just fucked one of the other nurses. Yes, maybe he should do that. Fuck a nurse, just to see. I mean what's the harm in that.

"Aah...yes. right there ngh.... yes...oh fuck that feels good."

The sound of König's footsteps were low that they couldn't hear over the sound of skin slapping against eachother. Watching a men fucking his girlfriend on his bed.

"Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?" Slaming her ass back and forth on his cock.

"Ah....a-aah....he-..he could barley...make me- fuck!..mmgh....wet." She grip the bedsheets hard while he kept pounding her.

No. No. He can't. Not you. He can't. He can't betray you like they did. He can't imagine the face you'll make if you know he fucked another girl. No he should be pure to you. You should be the only one he touches.

He needs you. Okay, it's done. He'll make you his and you'll love him. You'll love him and care for him. Rather you like him or not it's done.

You wrapped the cuff around his bicep and squeeze the bulb reading the numbers on the circle, writing it down. Doing the usual things you have studied for. As you were checking his heartbeat, he reached up which caused you to flinch a bit. His index finger, gently, caressing your cheek. Your back was turned to the guards, making it hard them to see what's going. You stared at him as he touched you with such charisma. His thumb reaching to your chin, hovering over your lips. He placed the tip of his thumb on your bottom lip, gently pulling it out a bit.

You shouldn't have this feeling at the pit of your stomach. You couldn't tell of you didn't smack his hand away because you are scared or because you enjoy it. You never had this much attention, not like this.

"I don't have time to argue with you (Y/n)! Go to your room!" The little girl tuged at her moms shirt.

"Where's daddy?" She felt tears running down her face as her mother poured more wine into her glass, already finishing up the fresh new bottle.

"(Y/n)! Seriously go to room! You are such a headache! Why couldn't your father take you with him! Nauseating!" She dranked the entire glass, slamming the cup on the table.

"Where's daddy?" She said one last time not letting go of her blanket. The same blanket her father got her when she told him she was cold.

"HE LEFT! HE LEFT US (Y/N)! LEFT US FOR THAT BITCH! AND NOW I'M STUCK HERE WITH YOU. HE RUINED MY LIFE. I COULD'VE DONE SOOOO MANY THINGS! But no! I'm stuck to take care of a brat!"

He palmed your cheek, feeling your warmth. He went in closer to you. You could feel his hot breath, quicken as he got closer to your lips.

You pulled back, "I shouldn't- we shouldn't. I mean." You whispered to him.

"Mein liebling (my darling)." He whispered to you. The first time he spoke to you. You couldn't understand him, but he spoke to you. "Du bist mein (you are mine)." He pulled you closer to him, he didn't care if the guards were staring, if anything, he enjoys it. To show everyone that he is yours to touch. "Mein schatz (my sweetheart)," his lips were hovering yours, you felt a little tingle at how close he was.

You know this shouldn't happen. You turned your away from his. You walked back, feeling his grasp letting go. He stared at you witch a smile on his face. You saw the smile he gave you.

When your shift ended and went back to your apartment, the thoughts of what happened lingered into your mind.

That night, you couldn't sleep. He was in your dreams. What if you never pulled way. Were you really going to kiss him. You glazed over the parts where he touched you.

You searched the words he said to you to translate it. Sweetheart, darling, mine.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach again. You never felt so complicated before.

Having a crush on a patient.

You have a crush on König.

[aliesbienish]

A study of wolves

Paul Lahote x Reader

Part two (part one here)

“It’s lovely to meet you all, and thank you for being so welcoming.”

Paul’s mind was racing a hundred miles a minute. Here you were, the supposed perfect woman for him. And he never had wanted this. He had deemed imprinting as an anchor. Another knock to his freedom. Yet even the idea of walking away seemed to make him physically sick.

Paul caught Sam’s questioning gaze and gave a quick shake of his head. He may not be able to walk away but her certainly wasn’t ready to bare his soul to this virtual stranger, however her smile made him feel.

“So [y/n], what’s first for the study,” Emily questioned, breaking the silence that had fallen over the group.

“The wolf population in the area isn’t well documented, so first thing will be exploring the area and trying to find signs of their territory. From there I can set up motion activated cameras to try to work population and observe behaviours,”

“Oh, we weren’t aware of cameras, how exactly do the work?” Sam almost sounded a little nervous.

“I’ll set them up facing areas that look like frequented wolf paths. They’ll then capture photos and videos whenever they detect significant motion, including during the evening. Obviously they’ll be a lot of other animals or even false shots due to the wind but hopefully we’ll see some gray wolves.”

“Will you let us know where they’ll be set up so we don’t disturb them?”

“Don’t stress too much, they’ll likely be far away from the village so I doubt you’ll come into contact with them. But I can definitely let you know the coordinates, and I’m sure one of you guys will be with me when I set them up otherwise I’ll never find my way back.”

“Coordinates would be great. You mentioned starting heading out of Monday, is that still the case?” Emily questioned.

“Absolutely. Sam agreed to be my guide for the day so all going well no rescue team will be needed,”

“Actually [y/n] I completely forgot that I have other work to do Monday, but Paul here has agreed to be your guide. Isn’t that right Paul?”

You looked up to the man beside you and caught him shaking his head at Sam. Noticing you caught him it was quickly changed to a nod paired with a guilty smile.

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Monday came around quickly. Your first two days were spent unpacking your relatively few belongings and exploring the small reservation town. You’d need to head into the nearby town of Forks soon to stock on groceries as the shop on the reservation only held the basics. But for the mean time sandwiches and toast would at least keep you going.

This morning you were woken by your alarm just before sunrise. The air was fresh and getting out of bed was a mental battle, but you couldn’t help feel excited. Today was officially the first day of your adult life. What you had been working on throughout college, even throughout school.

Your backpack was packed full with equipment and layers of clothes. Enough fore mentioned sandwiches for both yourself and Paul were also stuffed in. Maps were also tucked in just in case your phone, and the two battery packs you were also bringing, didn’t hold out. Turns out you had an inner Girl Scout after all.

Your phone ticked over to 7:30am just as there was a rap on the cabin door. Opening it revealed Paul. The man was impressively pulling off the cargo pants and green polo combo; the official but sparingly used uniform of the Quilliete Tribe. Blinking back into focus, the smirk on Paul’s face was a clear indicator that you had been caught.

“Morning,” he laughed. “Here” he thrusted a coffee into your hand. You almost hugged him in appreciation, before remembering the man is practically a stranger. The cabin had been only equipped with the basics, no kettle or coffee machine in sight, another necessity to find in Forks or even further afield.

“My hero! Where did you even get this?” You sighed appreciatively.

“Sue’s cafe. One and only on the Res. It’s hidden behind the school and not on maps so I’m not surprised you haven’t found it yet,”

“Damn, can’t believe I missed it on my walk yesterday, went right passed the school and everything. I thought I was a blood hound when it comes to coffee, how disappointing”

“Calm down Lassie, im sure you were just having an off day. Ready to get this show on the road?”

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Paul’s truck was a comfortable ride as you headed out of town. You debated taking your car but after it’s cross country marathon you’d declared that it needed a little rest. That and you’d wanted to get used to the gravel roads before you chauffeured around attractive men on them. Plus then you wouldn’t a) get the pleasure of teasing Paul on his lack of manners when you paid for petrol on your work card later and b) see how his muscles flex every time he shifted gear. If the wolves fell through you’d happily spend six months studying the path of his tendons across his biceps.

Your first site wasn’t too far from La Push. An area of cliffs along the ocean was the last known sighting of a gray wolf in the area so it seemed like a good place to start your survey. You didn’t expect to cover too much ground, especially as you got the hang of it. Instead you wanted to be meticulous, examine the ground for wolf tracks, excrement and remains of prey.

You were going over the mental list of what to be on the look out for when the car pulled to a halt.

“Alright boss lady we’re here. You ready for this?”

“Absolutely.”

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Next chapter

Am I getting a little caught up in the idea of doing an ecological study like this…absolutely. So I had no real intention going in about making a long multi chapter story but that feels like where this is head. Is that something people are interested in, or do you prefer short and sweet??

[chaosheadspace]

A little birthday gift for @seiya-starsniper. May your new year of life be full of happiness and joy! Also tagging @ginoeh, because the start of this is technically me misinterpreting one of her prompts, lol.

Without further ado, have some Dream raiding Hob's dreams post-fishbowl.

Stars twinkle through the window as Hob stands in his kitchen and cooks. It is late, but he is hungry, having forgotten the time grading. He’s got a day off tomorrow though, and so he is making himself a rather elaborate feast, because he feels like it. Because he can.

The light summer breeze coming through the window stirs the various smells about, sauteed onion and tomatoes and beef, spices and fat and broth, warm milk for hot chocolate and the dense, syrupy sweetness of baking apples. He’s never been good at moderation, least of all with food. Sue him. There’s a few candles burning on his kitchen table, decked out with earthenware, and through the speakers of his radio is playing a song he’s quite convinced he’s heard some time in the seventeenth century. It’s really crazy what musicians nowadays dig back up and incorporate into their music.

Just as he stirs the pumpkin soup bubbling on the back burner, there’s a low sound behind him. Hob turns, the dripping spoon still in his hand. “Oh,” he blurts out, “I am dreaming.”

Because there, in front of him, stands his stranger, who snubbed him at their last appointment, who he hasn’t seen in much longer than a hundred years. Who definitely, positively, has deep, black pits for eyes, who looks even more gaunt than usual, malnourished, even, and who is absolutely bang naked. He has to be dreaming. The music suddenly makes a lot more sense. The dishware, too, really.

“You are,” his stranger says, and even his voice is different, cavernous, deep and soft like his eyes.

“You’re welcome here, regardless,” Hob tells him. “You can have a shirt and sweats from me, if you want. Soup will be ready in just a tick.” He can see him swallow, hard, the movement of his Adam's apple on his slim neck stark.

“Very well,” he says, turning away. “See that it is.”

When he comes back, he’s wearing one of Hob’s old band shirts that’s somehow black now, and a pair of pajama pants with little yellow stars on them. Hob smiles, motions for him to sit down, and puts a bowl of the promised soup in front of him, steaming and fragrant, spiced with curry and nutmeg and roasted sesame seeds.

His friend wastes no time, forgoes the spoon entirely and lifts the bowl to his face to drink, his bony fingers clutching the glazed dish tight, uncaring about its heat. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t breathe until the heavy bowl is empty. Then he holds it out to Hob, the rim clutched between three fingers as if it weighs nothing. “More,” he demands, and Hob obliges.

This goes on four more times, and then the pot is empty. Next Hob serves up venison pasties, and he’s more than a little smug as his stranger devours the first one in just three bites, but Hob figures he’s allowed. “They’re good, right?” he says. His friend just glowers at him and reaches for the next one. When the pasties are gone, there’s dumplings and omelette and the apple pie.

It all vanishes, piece by piece, bit by bit, bite for bite, into his stranger. Afterwards, they look at each other in silence, Hob stunned at the speed it all vanished, his stranger apologetic for some reason. Then the silence is cut by the rather loudly growling stomach of his friend.

“I. uhm. I could make you some pasta?” Hob offers. “Maybe some pudding, too, let’s see…”

“No,” he’s interrupted just as he gets up. “I am afraid I have to hurry. There are things I have to tend to rather urgently. I thank you for being so hospitable.”

Suddenly they are standing in the doorway again, from one second to the next, Hob blinking up confusedly intovast, starlit eyes. They’re close, closer than they’ve ever been. There is no warmth emanating from his stranger, just a heavy, almost humming sense of presence that draws Hob in.

“Do you have to go?” He pleads. “Maybe I could—”

“I am afraid I cannot delay my task any further, Hob.” His stranger shakes his head. “I thank you for this.”

“Wait,” Hob says, desperately. “This is a dream, right?”

His stranger turns back around, the look on his face incredulous. “Yes,” he confirms for the second time, “it is.”

“So there’s no harm in doing this then,” Hob murmurs, stepping closer, gently placing one hand upon a lily-white neck. His friend shivers. Hob gets up on his toes and slowly, gently kisses his brow. “I hope you fare well,” he whispers, “and I will not give up hope to see you again when I am awake.”

From one moment to the next, Hob is alone. There is a relieving sense of loss in him, like a splinter being drawn from a wound.

Hob wakes.

[amnesique]

do i wanna know? — tyler galpin

part 1 part 2

pairing: tyler galpin x reader x xavier thorpe

summary: after tyler defended you in front of your ex-boyfriend, you helped him get rid of the anger, that was still running through his veins, in your special ways.

warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni!), briefly violence (towards another character), car sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, quickie, switch!tyler galpin, switch!reader.

the sheriff kicked all three of you, —you, tyler and xavier—, out of the cafe to scold you. you were somewhere behind it, xavier sitting down on the couch, holding his head back to try to stop the bleeding, while you were sitting with your arms crossed over your chest, somewhere on the left side, away from him, but close to tyler.

"i can't believe you, tyler! you've stooped so low as to pick a fight with someone over a girl!" said his father, clearly very disappointed that all the customers had to witness such a thing. he didn't know how he was going to get back inside and meet the people there.

tyler rolled his eyes, while xavier had a satisfied grin on his face, pleased that even the sheriff was against his own son. "he humiliated her in front of everyone!" tyler continued to be on your side, losing his temper as he straightened his back against the wall he was leaning to, with his arms crossed over his chest.

despite everything, the fact that the galpin boy didn't back down even when he was scolded by his father and continued to be on your side, to take your defense made you feel an emptiness in your stomach. no one had done this before, not even xavier.

it was nice to have someone willing to fight for you.

xavier let a weak laugh roll across his lips and in a split second, tyler rushed to appear in front of him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming his head back so hard he slammed into the hard wall of the cafe, causing you to take a step back and look in shock, hand to your mouth.

"do you want me to help you get your blood flowing even harder and you don't know how to ask me?" he said to xavier, his jaw clenched.

his words made you feel more attracted to him.

but it didn't last long because the sheriff stepped in, pulling tyler, by the shirt, away from xavier, "that's enough!" he yelled and pushed his son behind him so as not to have access to the nevermore student in front of him, who was still holding his nose and was whimpering weakly.

"go home! and take y/n with you," the sheriff added, running his hand over his chin in frustration. "i'll stay here, trying to convince thorpe not to sue the hell out of you for all of this."

"i don't think so," muttered xavier, continuing to add fuel to the fire.

if the sheriff wasn't there, xavier would've been six feet under just because of the look tyler gave him at that moment.

he turned his back and he motioned for you to disappear as he yelled at his son, "what the hell are you waiting for, son?"

forced by the situation, tyler tore his apron off him and threw it on the floor, barely accepting that he needs to move. but he did. with you very close behind him.

but he didn't say a word, nor did he wait for you, until you two reached his car, which was parked also behind the cafe.

he got in first, slammed the door behind him and when he heard that you got in the passenger seat and also closed the door he took off, barely giving you any time to put on your seat belt.

"what's wrong with you, tyler?" you yelled at him as he continued to press the accelerator. "you act like it's all my fault!" you added, seeing that he was ignoring you, and you couldn't deny that even though it scared you to see how fast he was driving, it also turned you on to see how his fingertips clenched around the steering wheel.

upon hearing your last words, he exhaled the air he was holding in his lungs and took his foot off the accelerator, letting the car return to a normal speed, while his breathing was calming down in a slow rhythm.

“no way it's your fault,” he whispered, not looking at you, and you might not have heard him if you weren't already paying attention to him.

"so what's all this about?" you asked him, feeling yourself starting to get sensitive, gesturing between the two of you.

he ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes still fixed on the road. "i don't know what you mean," he answered briefly and to the point, even if he was lying.

"you do know!" you said, and took off your belt, so you could turn to him. and when he felt your hand touching over his thigh, his whole body stiffened. "you didn't say a word to me in this whole situation and even though you say it's not my fault, you seem angry with me too." you added and continued to move your hand up and down, to get his attention, as you kept glaring at him. with pleading eyes.

no matter how hard he tried to stay rational, to ignore your touches and the gaze, that he could've feel even though he wasn't even looking in your direction, it seemed like his intimate part was making decisions at that moment, at the expense of his brain.

his jeans were getting tight and his thinking was clouded as his breathing was getting heavier.

“stop it,” he said, trying to take your hand off him, but you resisted, resting your hand over the top of his jeans, trying to take them off slowly.

taking advantage of the fact that he had stopped at a traffic light, being a red light, you turned his head with your free hand towards you and being so close to his lips, and with your hand unzipping his jeans, you said, "let me help you."

"no," he said softly, trying to lie to himself that he didn't want this, but making a faint sound as your hand finally unzipped him.

you moved closer to his ear, and moving your palm over the bulge in his boxers, you said, "i know you want this."

remembering that last time he was way too lost under your touch and not only wanting to get even, but also because he was driven by the anger he had because of your ex, he pushed you off of him, he pulled his pants back up on his hips and zipped them back up, then he started the car when the light turned green. and although his gesture should've hurt you, you clenched over nothing at his action and you pressed your lips together to prevent any sound from coming out as you pretended to look out the window.

after a few minutes, finding a place where he knew no one would pass by, he suddenly stopped the car and at the same time the air stopped in your throat.

"what's going on?” you asked tyler, looking up at him uncertainly and ignoring the uneasiness that had settled inside of you.

"get in the back," was all he said, looking in the rearview mirror.

"what—"

"y/n," he said your name in a tone that made you let him have full control of you, "i said 'get in the back'."

you gulped, the uneasiness leaving your body and giving space to impatience to install. and, biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you made room between the seats to slip into the backseat. you could already feel some moisture making its appearance between your legs.

letting you to wait, tyler exited though the driver's door and waited a few minutes with his hand on the back door opener. moments when you looked at him through the car window with the same pleading eyes from earlier, having the same effect on his jeans.

when he opened the door, you cautiously stepped back, leaning back with your head against the glass of the door opposite him, looking at him as if you were a deer caught by the hunter. you didn't even realize when your dominant part was over and his was just beginning.

he quickly closed the door, and then, with slow movements, he made room for himself by climbing over your body, with his lips close to yours. using the same teasing that you used on him. not just once, but twice.

you wanted so badly to kiss him, to taste his lips again, but when you tried to connect your lips with his, it took all the resistance in him to place a finger over your lips and to stop you, while leaning on you with his other hand, that he rested on your hip.

"please...", you said, although you didn't know what you were begging him to do.

a not-so-subtle smirk appeared on his lips, "what are you asking me to do, exactly?", using the same words against you that you had used when the roles were reversed.

and yet, what he wouldn't have expected was when you ran your tongue over his finger, sucking it. at that moment his dominance was slipping and he barely managed to be able to keep it on, as he withdrew his finger placing his hand over your neck instead, squeezing lightly. what he didn't know was that you were into it, but he found out quickly, when a squeal of pleasure left your lips.

to silence you, he kissed you, quickly, forcefully, as if he longed to do it again for a long time. and the hand on your hip made its way, between you two, under the dress that you wore, quickly finding its place over the material of your panties.

he felt the effect he had on you from the first contact with the material and he hurried to get it off of you, at the same time pulling down his pants and boxers in one movement. and yet, all this time your lips had not parted. besides, each of you were breathing harder, also existing a few moans here and there, from the both of you.

he hurried to line himself up at your entrance, suddenly pushing himself in and swallowing the moan you let out over his lips.

all the anger he felt towards xavier thorpe, your ex boyfriend, —and the fact that xavier had you before him and still he had the nerve to call you names, even though you were no longer his and you could do it with whoever you wanted—, was felt when in the first phase he withdrew a little and in continuation re-entering you as suddenly as the first time, with more force that time.

he continued to hit the place where you needed him the most, while the hand around your neck tightened his fingers around it from time to time, and the other hand made circles over your sensitive spot.

"i'm close—", you said between moans, but he was quick to come back hungrily on your lips, increasing the speed with which his hand moved.

continuing to move his hips into you with the same intensity, feeling you tighten around him, he pulled away from the kiss only to speak, with his forehead against yours, "i know, love, you can let go."

hearing his words, you allowed yourself to forget about everything and feel how you came down from the high place where he had brought you within a few minutes, while you let out unholy sounds, which also sent him, right after you, over the edge.

he got out of you, but he didn't rush to get off of you, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck and inhaling your perfume as you felt yourself full of him.

“i'm starting to think this is becoming some kind of a habit for us,” you said with a weak giggle that made him shiver. "i don't dislike it," then you quickly added to not give him the wrong idea.

he lifted his head to look at you.

"me neither," he said, rushing to kiss you again.

[alornights]

⟢ push pop

➜ in which ! scott can't get enough of the naive new girl.

🌷 ﹫scott tenorman.

✩ 🦩 warnings﹗suggestive, death threats & smoking.

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"Look at her- she's like god- but better."

"You're so overreacting," Scott murmured watching you and your friends walk over to one of the lunch tables outside.

One of his friends sniggered nudging him, "Scotty my girlfriend became friends with the new bitch in town.”

“You’re not setting me up with her if that’s what you’re trying to do,” Scott grumbled smacking his friend's neck loudly.

"Nah, I'm sure you're going to absolutely love her!"

he really didn't intend to go that far with you.

the only time he thought he would ever be talking to you is when the entirety of the friend group was around.

but somehow you always found a way to weasel into his life.

even when you weren’t there you just seemed to pop up into every conversation of his.

not to mention that whenever you saw him you’d latch on to him making yourself way too comfortable around him.

he was definitely pissed off in the beginning because who fucking cares that you were hanging around some freshmen dork.

slowly but surely though- he found himself listening to anything relating to you just to get the slightest information.

and sue him because anytime you’d walk into a room he’d be on you- talking and laughing like never before.

and lord, he’s trying his damn hardest not to just pick you up and take you away every time you even make the slightest suggestive motion.

even though you don’t notice the change in personality, his friends sure do.

"Don't even," Scott grumbled as his friends continued rolling around the floor laughing like never before.

One of his friends gasped for air, "You- Scott Tenorman FALLING for Y/N? Oh, this is fucking gold."

"Oooh she's so dumb, she's too girly, she's just a dumb bitch right Scott?" Another one teased before they all burst out laughing again.

"This has to be some sort of discrimination."

"Yeah okay, ginger." Another snorted holding out his fist to Scott.

"I hope you all kill yourselves." Scott smiled fist-bumping the guy back.

"WOAHHHH-"

he surprisingly isn't that whipped for you. on the outside at least.

on the inside this guy can not stop feeling so fucking flustered, there’s not a second where he doesn’t feel butterflies.

his mind starts racing whenever you're around and it’s like no one but you exists.

he and his friends are playing baseball and you come over? bro is packing up his shit and leaving to take you out on a date

he sees you hanging out with your friends while skipping school? say bye-bye the two of you are going out to the mall or whateva.

you just make him do things that are just so uncharacteristic for him and he isn't sure how to feel about it. though- he isn't mad.

like the way he can’t stop staring at you as you're running around in gym, his eyes never leaving you just savoring your body like it was something only for him, something god created with his bare hands.

it's not that he’s obsessive or anything weird like that it’s just the urge to be around you whenever he can because he likes you that much!

maybe to the point where he might slip that he “wanted to crawl around your room like a spider and live in your walls”

but according to him, he never said such a thing.

"I didn't."

You smirked wrapping your arms around his as you clung closely to him. "Oh but Scotty, you did!"

"Proof?" He questioned looking at you with an innocent smile.

Your smile dropped as you began to pout, "I was going to say I'd so let you, just so you can see everything about me. Y'know, to be informed."

You let go of his arms before walking away as he laughed catching up to you, laying his arm around your shoulder, and bringing you in to kiss the top of your head.

"Aww, c'mon sweetie you know I was only teasin' you."

his dad was/is part of the denver broncos so you know that means hella lot of money.

and because you had made such a good influence somehow on his family, they already began treating you as their daughter in law.

his family is nice enough to let you go on vacations with them which is a beauty.

so you got to go to the bahamas or whatever just because your dating scott. for free!!

if he's feeling nice enough he might even take you somewhere you really wanted to go by just asking his parents.

he’s not very into pda in public he’d obviously hold hands and like little kisses but he likes to keep it private.

all for himself! :)

in the comfort of his own bedroom, he is very physical, often initiating cuddles or whatever. like a cat, but bitchier.

he enjoys these days!!! most of the time.

"Move bitch, I gotta pee oh my god-"

You shook your head wrapping your arms more tightly around him with a smirk, “Aaaah I would but ‘m too comfortable. I think ‘m gonna fall asleep.”

Scott groaned trying to push you off him, "Y/N, baby, please move. I’ll stay with you as long as you want afterward just gimme a second."

You shook your head sinking your head into the crook of his neck, “Nah, that’s not my problem.”

“I will just piss myself right now.”

"WAIT NO-"

scott likes to notice the little details about you instead of the bigger ones.

since he's not that big of a romantic he does try his best to make you feel loved.

if he sees you staring at a ring in passing when you’re walking around the mall, you’ll find it in your locker with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.

you guys are walking at the park and he remembers you said you liked skipping stones? he'll make sure to have the best stones and the best view for you.

a bunch of guys flirting with you and making you uncomfortable? they’re going through a week of hell never to recover.

you're sick as fuck? for the next week, you get presents and gifts galore of health care and things you simply love.

also, i just feel like scott smokes which he thinks makes him 10x more attractive.

he’s obviously stopped whenever you didn’t like it or just plain out quit if you really disliked it because anything for you.

ahahaha make out session while smoking?

“Scotty…” You murmur laying your head on his lap as he looked down at you

“C’mere pretty girl…” He whispered as you moved up to sit on his lap facing him. “Need me to stop?”

You shook your head, “S’fine… just want you.”

He laughed lightly taking a hit of his cigarette before bringing you closely to kiss you- the smoke filling your lungs. You giggled a bit as he brought you closer by the waist.

“Y’know…” He whispered as you blew a puff of smoke out, grinding down on his lap, “I really think you’re gonna be the death of me with that whinin.”

[runwithwolvcs]

Addicted To You

Play With Me

Words: 2500

The Past

“Sulli?” He called for her, sitting on her bed to wait for her to come out of her hiding spot,   “Guess I’ll have to eat these cookies by myself,”

She stuck her hand out from under the bed, he quickly grabbed it and slid her out. “No! Paul, stop!”

“No more hiding under the bed.” He told her. The older boy helped her up to her feet before handing her a cookie.

“I like it there.” She said, “It's safe.”

“You are safe with me too,” He reminded her, before motioning her onto the bed, “C’mon”

“Leah and Sam were arguing again,” She told him quietly, leaning into him. Sulli had found his feverish skin to be something of a comfort in her time at the Clearwaters, and always sought it out, even in the other boys when they were around. None of them made her feel as safe as Paul, although Embry was a close second. She liked how quiet he was compared to the others.

Paul sighed,“I heard,” 

“When my mom used to get mad at my daddy, she would throw things at him and one time, i tried to help my daddy and got cut by the glass and now I have this scar,” She pointed to the faded scar just below her eyebrow. “He was so mad after he made me go to the bathroom and told me to hide in the tub until he came to get me,”

“No ones going to hurt you here.” Paul told her softly, matting down her hair that had gone all messy due to her hiding under the bed,  “We’re family, we all love each other,”

 She tore a piece off her giant cookie as she told him, “My mom said love hurts and you just have to deal with the pain.”

“That's not true, Sulli.” He scoffed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “The people that love you will never hurt you.”

“But she loves me,” She insisted, although Paul had never questioned her mothers love for her. Sulli still felt the need to defend her.

“Love is about happiness.” Paul said quietly,  “You do things to see the person you love smile and that makes you happy, you don’t want to see them in pain, or hurt.”

“Oh,” She asked curiously, “Are you in love?”

He chuckled at her innocent question and nodded his head, “Yes,” 

“You have a girlfriend?” She asked, though she frowned as she said it.

“I don’t.” He denied with a small chuckle at her reaction. Sue had joked that Sulli had a small crush on Paul, to which the little girl denied. She said she couldn’t possibly have a crush on him because he never wore shoes outside and was constantly covered in dirt. 

“So how are you in love?” Sulli asked with her typically wide eyes of curiosity. 

“You don’t need to be in a relationship to be in love.” He explained, adding, “I love a lot of people. I love my dad, I love the pack, I love you, Sue, and Emily. That's why I protect everyone, because I love them. I don’t want to see the people I love hurt or sad.”

“I don’t know,” She shared with uncertainty,  “My mom and dad do love each other, and they love me.” 

“Okay, Sulli.” He wasn't going to argue with her, Paul was constantly reminding himself that he was talking to a kid who couldn’t see things as anything other than black and white.. She would know when she's older what real love feels like. He would make sure of it. Paul stood up with a small sigh and took two long strides towards the door.

“Where are you going?”Sulli asked, her lip jutting out slightly, making her seem like the kid she was rather than her normal stern look she wore. She was a mini Sue in the making.

“I’m going to have a nap,” He told her. Paul had taken residency in the guest room across from Sullis. While he had been there the week leading up to her arrival, it was starting to be a more permanent fixture in the Clearwater house. “I’ve got work later,”

Sulli frowned. She thought he’d at least be home for dinner, but recently he was gone all morning and all night. With a distinct tone of disappointment, she asked, “Again?” 

“Yeah,” He nodded, frowning to match her own. 

“You can sleep in here,” She offered with a sense of hope. Sulli didn’t want to be left alone anymore, not after Paul's reassurance that Sam and Leahs argument wouldn’t lead to anything more serious.  “I even have a new book to read to you so that you can sleep well.”

“You sure?” He asked with his hand lingering on the doorknob as he watched her grab a new book she and Sue must have got at the library. It was more of a novel than the little books she had been reading before, though everyone in the Clearwater knew she had a more advanced reading level than any eleven years old they knew.

“Yeah,” Sulli confirmed before climbing back on her bed, leaving space for him beside her before she was patting the spot as an invitation.  “C’mon, now.”

------

The Present

“Are you just going to stand there?” He grumbled through the dark. His head didn’t even lift to see who had opened the door, allowing the hall light to shine into his dark room. “Or, are you going to join me?”

A smile teased at Sullis lips. The sound of his deep, sleepy voice made butterflies erupt in tummy. She had many sleepovers with men after getting a little too drunk, but none ended up with her waking up alone in a bed that was not her own. She was dressed in Paul clothes, the scent of his cologne lingering and slightly wondered how much of a fight she had put up with him while trying to get her out of her tight, little dress, “Not with that attitude.”

“C’mon,” Paul groaned, turning onto his back and slinging an arm over his eyes after peering over at her. The light is most likely burning them.

Sulli shut the door to the hallway and padded her way over to him. The older man held up the duvet, allowing her to join him under the warmth. Paul's house was as cold as Sues was, and with the temperatures quickly dropping as winter approached, she was thankful he had put her in sweatpants and a hoodie.

Paul gave her space in his bed, nearly a forearm's length apart. It was space that she didn’t want. All she wanted were his comforting arms.

“I’m overwhelmed,” She whispered into the darkness as she laid on her side, looking at his silhouette. 

Paul moved onto his side, facing her before responding, “Why?”

“If I let you get close and then you disappear again,” Sulli stopped, tears filling her eyes as she choked up, “I can’t go through that again. Not with you.”

“That's what you're worried about?” He chuckled, as if it were the most dramatic thing he had ever heard. 

“God, you are such a jerk,” she sat up, disgruntled and the start of a headache starting to build left her with zero patience for a man who couldn’t handle her emotions.He had been so good with her when she was younger, always sitting with her and letting her talk to him like a friend. Now, she really had no clue who Paul Lahote was. Sulli moved to get off the bed before she was pulled right into his chest, their faces mere inches apart. She could feel his chest rise with every breath he took, as if his own actions caught him off guard.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sulli,” He murmured quietly.

Though the younger girl was no longer having his charming ways, she wanted him to be real with her. Just once. Shifting onto her back, allowing him to keep his grip on her waist, she brought up something that had nagged her from childhood,  “Paul, you could find a wife and start a family and forget all about me within a year.”

“Not going to happen.” He refuted, his hand left her waist and  began to travel up her arm, leaving her skin tinged with heat as he did.

“Your wife could hate me.” She pointed out. 

“Not likely.” He denied, his hand brushing over her shoulder before moving up her neck. His index finger tracing her jawline.

“Paul,” Sulli sighed, looking back to him

“Sulli,” He mocked, cupping her jaw and keeping her gaze on him,“What if I told you that you were the only girl for me,”

She laughed at the ridiculousness of his suggestion,“I’d say you're full of shit and trying to get back on my good side.”

“You’re my imprint.” He said, an emotion she couldn’t detect in his tone. Though the word was familiar from the night before, he had yet to tell her it's meaning. Or at least, she doesn't remember the conversation happening, if it did.

“I still don’t know what that means,” She spoke quietly, bringing her own hand to his face, tangling their limbs. She swiped her index finger across the bow of his lips, mesmerised by him. She wanted him, all of him, in an explainable way. Though she figured this was what he was trying to tell her. An imprint, a mark made by someone that had the potential to be long lasting, depending on the surface.

“It's a wolf thing,” Paul answered, his eyes searching her face for a reaction as he continued. He seemed uneasy. As if he could possibly scare her off. Sulli was the most at ease she had felt in years, maybe it was the comfy mattress she was currently on, or the clothes of the man in front of her that engulfed her body. Most likely, it was the heat of the man who had once saved her from her own mind, allowing her to be a kid in a situation that should have never involved one, “Our imprint is our anchor, I guess. A reason to keep hold of our humanity, but also a reason to continue phasing. Someone to protect, and love. ”

“Like a mate?” She asked, she had read about wolves having one mate for their life span. Building and growing with the pack, but never leaving their one true mate, even if one were to die. 

“I guess, yeah.” Paul agreed, mentioning, “It has to do with our ancestors, or at least that's what the elders say. They think imprints are beneficial to their wolf. We are whatever our imprints need us to be for them, a brother, friend, lover..Our imprint is the force that keeps us grounded, it's like we no longer need gravity. Just them. ” 

“But I was a kid.” Sulli brought up her sole focus on his use of the word lover. 

“I know,” He reassured, stroking her cheek as he thread his knee in between hers, binding them even more. “Until you kissed me, I never saw you as anything but a little sister to me.”

Sulli nodded. Her mind worked overtime to keep up with what he was saying, to make sense of it all. Looking at him with bashful eyes, she couldn’t help but ask,“You’re not going anywhere?”

“Not unless you tell me to go.” Paul's face softened, a look he had rarely on his face now, but was in a constant state when she was a kid. 

“And if I do?” She asked curiously. Not that she would ask him to leave, she had plenty of reasons and opportunities over the past month, and yet she felt herself being drawn to him like a magnet even more. The imprint, she supposed.

Paul's brows furrowed as he thought about what she asked, “I don’t know..That's never happened.”

She sighed, “I don't want to hurt you, Paul.”

“Hurt me how?” His eyebrow raised in question. 

“What if I'm not what you're expecting.” Sulli asked surly. She was a lot of things, but damaged was written in bold and underlined twice in her book. 

“I spent ten years feeling every bit of pain you were in,” The older man pointed out, “I thought you were stuck in one shitty home, not multiple. I know what I’m expecting, and I’m okay with giving you anything that you need. Do you need a punching bag? Hit me. You need to scream? Go for it. You want space? I’ll give you it.” His tone was as serious as she had heard it, letting her know that he was all in to reclaim his spot as top wolf in her life. “I just need you to tell me what you want. I can’t read your mind.”

“My coping method is sex,” She noted. It had been since she was fifteen. It allowed her to escape for as long as she could, masking the pain through pleasure and faux affection.

Paul grinned boyishly,“Great, I love sex.” 

“Paul!” She giggled, “My therapist doesn’t think it's great. She thinks I’m an addict.”

“Partially my fault.” He added, and she looked at him in confusion.

“Hm?”

“We are tethered, we feel everything the other feels.” He explained, moving his hand back to her hip to give it a quick squeeze before slipping his hand beneath her sweatpants and caressing one smooth globe a flesh,  “So, if I was hooking up with some girl, you’d probably get horny too.”

“And we both know you were a horndog.” Sulli teased, “Mr. I Don’t Have A Girlfriend.”

“I didn’t have a girlfriend,” He murmured, leaning his forehead against hers. He was so close she could feel his breath against her lips. So close she could kiss him.

“Mhm,” Sulli tsked, “I know a player when I see one,”

Brushing his lips against hers quickly, and teasingly, Paul mumbled as he pressed his pelvis into hers. His hormones on full display like a teenage boy in bed with a girl for the first time,“Hmm, I only want to play with you though,”

She breathily moaned at his touch, “I’ll play with you.”

[fuctacles]

Platonic with a capital "P" [soulmate AU pilot/teaser]

Part 2 | Read on Ao3

A: Platonic

”Hiding one’s soul mark is a practice exhibited in about 10% of the US population. Among the research group, over 70% prefer to share their mark after forming a relationship naturally. About 15% had lost their soulmate and covered their mark in an expression of grief, and about 10% claim not to believe in soulmates at all.” - A modern look at soulmates, J. Dirk

Robin Buckley hid her birthmark for another reason. She would only show it to someone in the quiet of a bedroom, with no one else to see, to judge. Because while a lot of people believed the universe was never wrong, just as many believed it could. That sometimes, it corrupts you from birth, leaving you with a “broken” bond, a mistake.

And the latter kind liked to congregate in places like Hawkins.

Robin Buckley hid it because she didn’t want something like her own birthmark to out her before she was ready. For someone to see the same pattern on two girls and put two and two together.

Her mark was located on her hip, usually covered by the waistband of her jeans or a shirt, but just to be safe, every morning she would put a band-aid over it for an extra layer of protection.

Recently, she felt like putting on another one. Maybe even wrapping some gauze around it for an extra measure. Sometimes, after a shift at Scoops, when the nights were incredibly dark and the mirror brutally honest, when the guilt and betrayal and wrongness of it all became too much, she would think about putting a razor to her skin, cutting out the offending piece of flesh.

She was betrayed by the universe twice in her short teenage life. Once when she was born a lesbian in a homophobic little town. Again, when it shoved Steve Harrington into her life.

Robin usually avoided looking at other people’s marks. It was rude when she was hiding her own, could rub people the wrong way. She also didn’t like to play matchmaker for straight people, and didn’t like the pang of jealousy she felt when her peers found their soulmate. It was rare to happen at their age, but not unheard of.

And if she sneaked a peek, it was never a dude. She would take glances if she saw a cute girl, sue her. She would if she suspected the other was queer. As if it was a sealed deal then, because if there was another queer girl in Hawkins she must be Robin’s soulmate, right?

So when Steve Harrington arrived for their first shift together in his everyday clothes, she didn’t look. Then he emerged in his sailor uniform, the sleeves longer than in his polos, and she thought that was it.

“Do you think they’ll let me cut it?” he asked a couple of weeks into his employment. Their training was finally done, and they could be left without a supervisor for a lazy morning shift. 

Robin flipped a page in her magazine and gave him an unimpressed look.

“You’re supposed to be working here, not fishing for your soulmate,” she clicked her tongue in disapproval. 

Steve scoffed, taking on his mom stance like he was disappointed in Robin.

“Looking for your soulmate is a full-time job, Buckley.”

“It’s not a job,” she lowered the magazine to properly gawk at his stupidity. “This,” she motioned around them, at the nautical-themed ice cream parlour, ”pays the bills.’’ 

“And this,” Steve points at his shoulder, which Robin thought looked incredibly stupid, “gets me the love of my life.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“I hope she takes you away from here.”

Steve huffed, turning at the sound of opening doors to see new customers come in.

“Please. You love working with me,” he said before turning towards the counter to do his job, for a change.

Robin scrunched her nose because he was right, she unfortunately did. But Steve’s ego was big enough already, so she would never admit it out loud.

Steve Harrington was nothing like what she expected based on high school tales. He had a bunch of kids following him around, bothering him at work and demanding car rides. His previously famous flirting game was so off it quickly became a joke between them, with a whiteboard score and all. Steve scoffs at it and rolls his eyes and flips her off, but there's a playful glimmer in his eyes that gives him away. How pleased he is to be there with her and bicker. They start scheduling their shifts together, and Robin never thought before that a summer job could be this fun.

She watched Steve do the little dorky handshake with Dustin, and for the first time since she came to terms with her sexuality wondered what was under Steve’s sleeve. She never felt this fond of a boy before. Was she wrong all along?

“Where’s yours?” Steve asked her one day, leaning on the counter with this glazed-over look in his eyes he got whenever he was thinking about his “ten kids and a wife” fantasy. A big family of five just left their store. 

“My hip,” she answered easily. She could give him this much.

He looked down at her waist, his eyes swept fleetingly over her body, and it left an unpleasant taste in her mouth.

There was a moment of silence, Robin letting Steve think about his next words, hoping he’d choose them wisely.

“Have you shown anyone?” A relatively safe question.

Robin was shaking her head before he was finished.

“No.”

“Why?”

She rolled her eyes at his confused frown.

“I’m not a fan of crop tops. Not everyone has such a convenient arm mark, Harrington.”

“Fair,” he shrugged, looking away. If he was trying to coax Robin into showing him his mark, he could murder her right now. Sometimes the marks were shown in obituaries.

Instead of prying, he let out a low chuckle and looked back at her.

“Do you know why I applied here?”

“Because you wanted a job, and we were conveniently hiring?” she quirked an eyebrow. Steve elbowed her, but she moved fast enough to avoid most of the impact.

“Well, yes, but also… It might sound dumb,” and oh, Robin never heard him shy before. Even when the girls were ignoring him, he oozed confidence and just moved from one flirting attempt to another. She didn’t like where this was going. “My mark looks kind of like an anchor. It felt like a sign.”

Robin froze all over. She was so bad at controlling her face, at hiding her emotions. That's why she was such a shut-in. One wrong gesture or word, and she would be outed, a pariah, and shit, Steve’s eyes were widening, she was so fucked. He rose his hand to his left arm.

“Do you wanna see?”

Instead of answering, she took a look around the empty parlour and grabbed his wrist to pull him to the backroom. 

“Steve-” she started, turning towards him. He was pulling up his sleeve, and she made a distressed sound, covering her eyes. “Steve!” She was panicking now. Because she knew what she was gonna see. A wonky crossbow that could be interpreted as an anchor. Her eyes prickled, and her heart thudded hard in her chest.

Steve was the opposite, his voice soft and dreamy, infuriatingly calm as he was spouting love-drunk nonsense about Robin, of all people. And there she had her answer, because it sounded wrong, gross even. She wasn’t into men. Never could be.

She was pressing down on her eyes so hard, the pressure was starting to hurt.

“Rob,” Steve said softly, and she wanted to cry. “Look at it. That’s all I ask.”

She took a shuddering breath, and she told him, instead. She told him about Tammy Thompson, and he was so shocked he forgot about the mark. Robin lowered her hand and saw it, and she hated it, hated the universe. Hated herself, even if it was not her fault.

“But she sounds like a muppet,” Steve winced jokingly, and Robin let out a wet chuckle. She loves him, but not the way he needs. He forgot all about the mark, but she can’t, and she probably never will. Not with the guilt of stealing Steve’s picket fence dream away from him.

*

She goes to the library and finds articles about unconventional soulmate bonds she had no idea existed. How the revelation of soulmate siblings decades back turned the whole soulmate belief upside down. How a follow-up study provided huge statistics for soulmate twins. For multiple soulmates, or multiple marks. That settled Robin’s nerves a little. She felt less wrong for existing and for loving Steve.

What kept truly bothering her was lying to him, but she was too scared of the truth, and what it could do to him. Never before had she felt this bad for not reciprocating someone’s feelings, for not being straight. 

She looked at the mark in the mirror and wanted nothing more but to get rid of it. Give Steve back what he deserves. A girl who’d love him, give him a bunch of kids and warm his bed. She felt like the worst kind of friend.

“Did you know you can have more than one soulmate?” she said casually a couple of weeks later. 

Steve looked at her quizzically. They’ve been avoiding the soulmate topic ever since she came out, Steve rightfully assuming it was a touchy subject, albeit for the wrong reasons. 

“Really?” How does that work?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“You know, some people are in polygamous relationships,” she explained, hands shaking as she cleaned the counter. “Or their first soulmate dies, and they find another one,” she wished that to none of them. “Or, or- You have a different relationship with them.”

“Since when are you a soulmate expert?”

She avoided his gaze as if he could just scan through her clothes and see it.

“Since I saw half a documentary on it this weekend,” she lied easily. The truth of spending evenings at the library would give too much away. “Did you know a lot of twins are soulmates?”

“Huh. That’s actually super cool.” He grinned at her. “So, like, you can have both platonic and romantic soulmates at the same time?”

“Yes!” she beamed back at him, overenthusiastic at how easily Steve was digesting the information. He seemed genuinely interested, too. It made her feel like she could tell him. Betraying her best friend like that made her lose sleep at night.

Steve hummed, leaning on his palm.

“Rob, you gotta shut up or else I’m gonna get greedy for more than one soulmate,” he joked.

Robin wished him all the soulmates of all kinds that he could handle. 

“Do you know how many people there are in the world? Statistically speaking, there must be more than one for you, or else you’d never find each other in the same country,” she added, letting her tongue repeat what’s been on her constantly.

So what if that made her feel a little bit better, too?

*

Robin was bruised, bleeding and dizzy. She was half a step from passing out, and it felt like the worst moment to come out to Steve, to tell him everything. He was telling her how much he loved her, not afraid of the word any more now that they barely escaped death at the hands of Russian soldiers. 

The mall bathroom seemed like the worst place to tell him, the tiles cold under their asses and the smell of pee poorly covered with citrusy detergent.

“You’re so smart and funny and yes, at some point I hoped we’d be soulmates but this is good, great even, and I wouldn’t exchange our friendship for anything else.”

“Steve-” she choked out, unshed tears straining against her eyelids.

A beat of silence passed and Steve audibly gulped, the sound loud in the empty stall.

“We are friends, right?”

He sounded so frail, so vulnerable and unlike Steve, Robin shot up to look at him in alarm. The motion made her dizzy again, and she leaned on the nearest wall. Have they never established it? Had she, a band and language nerd, never told former jock and king of high school, that they were friends? That was on her.

“Of course we are,” she scoffed. “We’re soulmates.”

Steve stared at her, wide-eyed. Has she said something wrong? That’s what he wanted to hear, right? That they were-

Oh.

“We are?” his voice was barely a breath, and his face was too fucked up to say exactly what he felt. Was he angry? Disappointed? Or was he happy to be a platonic soulmate with someone like Robin? She did what she was best at and kept talking.

“Yes, and I am so sorry Steve, I didn’t know how to tell you. I was so afraid you’d hate me because I know you dream of a perfect wife and kids and I kinda ruined it, didn’t I? Being bonded to a lesbian, that’s just… cruel, and I wish the universe had someone better for you, a pretty straight girl, and I want you to be happy, Steve because you are my friend and-”

She didn’t realize she was crying until Steve’s strong arms around her pushed out a choked-out sob from her chest.

“Robin,” he stopped her, and he didn’t sound angry, so she took another anxious breath. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m so happy to be bonded to you.” And oh shit, he was crying too. “Because now, you can’t escape me, you can’t leave me like, like…” he wheezed, and it wasn’t happy crying anymore. She squeezed him tighter. “Like Nancy or like my parents,” he choked out, burying his face in her shoulder. “I’ll be the most annoying soul twin you could have, you’re fucking stuck with me.”

She laughed faintly, wet and strained. 

“No, you’re stuck with me, Harrington!”

They burst out laughing before clinging harder to each other and crying some more.

And that was how Dustin and Erica found them. Crying like two drugged babies overwhelmed with happiness, relief and adrenaline.

*

Steve has always been curious about soulmate marks. Even when it turned out he wasn’t going to get his own, not a romantic one at least, it was still something he often wondered about. If anything, the discovery of platonic soulmates made him and Robin dive deep into the world of unconventional soulmate bonds and the surrounding science.

So he was curious, sue him. 

It’s been months since Eddie almost died, and Steve kept waiting for the right moment to ask. There was never going to be one though, and he knew that, so at some point, it wasn’t about the right moment and more about being high or drunk enough to ask.

Steve hoped the time was now.

“You know, after the first Upside Down shindig, I signed the permission to list my mark in an obituary. You never know which of the demo freaks is gonna get you.”

Eddie hummed at his words, sucking on his joint. He was splayed on the floor between discarded articles of clothing and some magazines.

“What about you?” Steve prompted, frowning at the ceiling. He wanted to look at his friend, but he didn’t want to seem too eager to get an answer.

“Did I consent to get my soul mark printed in the local newspaper when I keel over? Hell no,” Eddie scoffed. This made Steve flip on his stomach and peer down at him from the bed.

“Why not?”

“People point fingers at me already, they don’t have to point at some poor bastard that they were bonded with a town freak. Besides, I don’t know,” he shrugged, “finding out that your soulmate is dead is kinda shitty. I think it’s better if they don’t know and keep looking.”

“Huh,” Steve slumped a bit, gazing at his friend. He made a good point. “So you wouldn’t want to know if your soulmate was gone?”

Eddie leaned his head to the side, considering his answer.

“Dunno. I’ve read a bit about it, and it doesn’t seem that important to me, you know? Like, if I find my soulmate, then lucky me! It cuts down the courting time,” they both snorted. “But I don’t like, count on it. I’m not gonna wait for ‘the one’,” he made quotation marks in the air. 

Steve hummed in thought.

“Yeah, I think I know what you’re saying.”

Suddenly, Eddie was sitting up and getting all up in his face.

“You’re into the soulmate stuff, though, aren’t you?”

“Well…” Steve looked away, feeling his face heat up. “Yeah, it sounds nice to have someone out there suited just for you.” Even if that ball’s out of the park already.

“Wanna see mine?”

“Huh?” Steve looked back at him and Eddie was smirking, wide and teasing.

“You didn’t just ask for no reason, right? You want to see my mark.”

Steve’s cheeks were now positively red. 

“I mean if you… If you don’t mind,” he murmured. It wasn’t his initial reason behind asking, but he was naturally curious about marks and liked to see their variety on other people, on his friends and family.

Eddie only patted his cheek, Steve reeling back in surprise, and turned around. He gathered his hair to flip it over his shoulder and expose his nape.

“See these?” he tapped the left side of his neck. “If you connect these bad boys, they make a perfect pentagram.”

Steve frowned at the exposed skin. All he could see there were a few moles, each perfectly round and evenly distributed.

“No way.”

“Yes way,” Eddie said, leaning away. He rummaged through the mess on his desk. “I thought I didn’t have one for a while, but my uncle pointed it out to me one day. Some marks are really fucking subtle. None of your fancy anchor shit,” he grinned back at him, and Steve rolled his eyes. Eddie scooted back to the bed and handed him a pen. “Some scientists claim the more elaborate the mark, the stronger the bond.”

“And you believe that?”

“I believe the bond is only as strong as the work put into it. People should stop making the universe do everything for them. C’mon, connect them,” Eddie nudged his arm and turned around, revealing his nape once again.

Steve was too stunned for a second, surprised by the wise words he just heard from someone who didn’t put as much weight into soulmates as him. Maybe he had been putting too much pressure on some grand mystical plan he had no control over. Was that why his relationships didn’t work out? Was he not putting the effort in just because his date wasn’t the “chosen one”?

Steve looked at the tiny birthmark spots and the pen in his hand. He huffed. 

“Ugh, wait.” He sat up, legs sliding on each side of Eddie’s form. His left hand landed on the side of his neck, and with his right hand, he connected the moles into a simple star.

“Huh,” he smiled, surprised when the shape was done. “It’s very fitting.”

“Right?” Eddie laughed. “My soulmate is probably also a metalhead or a fantasy nerd. Or maybe a Wiccan.”

“Wiccan?” Steve asked, handing him the pen back.

“A modern-day witch. Since the pentagram is a magic symbol of protection.”

“What if they’re not? What if they’re boring?” Steve frowned. He was a prime example of not getting what he expected.

“Nah, man,” Eddie threw the pen back on the desk and joined him on the bed, leaning on the pillows lazily. “No way my soulmate is boring.”

It was later that day, Steve had just gotten out of the shower and stood stark naked in front of his mirror, wondering if any of his moles could be a soul mark. Well. Five of them, precisely.

A particular cluster on his inner thigh was hidden from anyone other than a lover. He knew of it, but he never thought of it, never studied it. A hunch made him grab a pen from his drawer. He connected the dots.

A wobbly five-point star mocked him from his mirror.

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

Part 5:

She never let go of his hand. She has that determined look on her face like she's going for world domination.

(He doesn't know this, but she never thought she'd get the chance to hold his hand again. She's gonna take it.)

"Hey. Woah." Steve pulls her arm to a stop. "What's going on?" He thinks he can see smoke coming out of her nose.

"Nothing." She trudges ahead.

"Lydia. Tell me the truth."

"Why?" She states. "Why you?" Her inquisitive gaze makes a shiver go down his spine. He fights back.

"Yes! Exactly! Why me?! You came to me. You asked. For me. So tell me. Why?" They're in an aggressive staring contest. Both glaring at the other.

She backs away and sighs. Looking defeated.

"Look...uh Steve. When I was growing up all I heard were good things about you. How you protected my family. How you would do anything for them. All your heroic tales. So when I heard I was in 1987 my first thought was to go where I would be safe." She only slightly lying through her teeth. "I wanted to be with you. And here I am."

He stares at her, eyes wide. Tears shining through. "Me?"

She shoves him away a playful smile across her face. "Yes you dingus. Why wouldn't I?"

He thinks of the embarrassing photo of him in his scoops ahoy uniform Robin has on her desk. He remembers a lot of 'ahoy ladies!'...right...who wouldn't want to be with that.

"Well I'm glad you found me. What was all the" he makes a wide swirling motion with his hand "back there."

Her face darkens significantly.

"Eddie." She mutters. "I told him something I shouldn't have and his reaction wasn't ideal. I don't know what I expected but I shouldn't have told him anything. I knew what I was risking and I still let it slip."

He puts a hand on her shoulder. "It's not your fault. It can't be easy to be away from what you know. And the questions probably aren't helping it probably seems like we're attacking you."

She starts walking again. "Well it certainly isn't helping. If I wanted to be yelled at by teenagers I'd just go to work." He gives her a questioning look. "I'm a guidance counselor at a high school."

Pride fills his chest. "That's awesome Lydia. Those kids are lucky to have you." She softens, voice quiet.

"You really think so?"

"I do. Come on. I'll tell you some embarrassing things that happened right down this path."

The rest of the walk was spent telling childhood stories and small tidbits she never heard. About his parents, who she never met, who she didn't even know were alive. About his high school days. About Eddie tripping while milk shot out his nose. She couldn't even hear the nature the laughter was too loud. She's never felt happier.

------

When they enter the house again El runs up to Lydia and grabs her hand, dragging her into a separate room muttering about something.

Steve takes it upon himself to find Eddie, he isn't sure exactly what Lydia told him but it's not good if he's upset.

He knocks on the door.

"Lydia?" He hears Eddie ask quietly.

"Not quite." Steve pushes his way inside and sits on the bed next to Eddie. "Are you ok?" He asks.

"I asked her if it was me. You know, who dies."

Steve's heart hammers in his chest. He can't live with that. The first round almost took him from Steve permanently. Days poured loitering next to his hospital bed, now days pretending he doesn't notice how close he wants to be to Eddie.

So maybe he's having a crisis...sue him.

"What did she say?" Each word is laced in fear.

"I- I can't tell you."

"Please Eddie let me help," he grabs his hand trying not to notice the sudden blush that's appeared on his cheeks.

"I shouldn't. She didn't even want to tell me that's why she's mad. She thinks she's doomed us all by putting some faith in me."

He looks dejected.

"You need to talk to her. She didn't seem mad on our walk, just frustrated. She's away from everything she knows."

"Steve," his wide brown eyes are piercing into him. This is the most intense eye contact he's had in months (not the point. focus.) "If I tell you you can't tell anyone else. I just don't know how to process this. I think if I don't tell someone I'll explode." He grips his hands so tight they've turned white.

"Whatever it is we'll get through this together." Steve's eyes are set. Determined. Serious.

"I'm her dad."

Oh! Oh.

He feels his heart crumble into a million pieces.

"Oh! That's great man. I'm sure you're making a great girl really lucky in the future." His smile is so fake it leaves a sick taste in his mouth.

Eddie looks upset.

"Are you not happy about this? I know you have a weird relationship with your family but that doesn't mean-"

"Steve I'm gay."

Oh!

"Oh!" SHIT "UM I MEAN thank you for trusting me."

Eddie sends a smirk his way. "Yeah no worries. I just don't understand how Lydia even exists."

Steve can't wipe the smile off his face. He has a chance!

"Whatever way it happened it happened." He shakes their clasped hands. "You have a kid!"

"I have a kid!" His smile is so bright. It suddenly turns to panic. "Oh god I have a kid." He puts his head in his hands and groans.

"Hey it'll be fine. She's a great person. Raising a good kid is way more impressive than having one. And...you...you're great." His face is tomato red. "I have no doubts you'll be capable."

They're gazing into each other's eyes at this point. Faces so close if he could just turn his head an inch-

Eddie clears his throat.

"Thank- thanks Stevie. That means a lot coming from a single mother of six such as yourself."

"Single!? You're not gonna take responsibility for your half?"

They both erupt into hysterics.

--------

"It will not matter." Is the first thing El says when they sit down.

"What won't?" Lydia asks, her hair fluttering into her eyes.

"Anything you say about the future won't change the past. You just can't tell us things like lottery numbers or wars. Stick to the small things." She pinches her fingers together. "Small." She restates.

"I told Eddie the truth."

El takes a sharp breath. "What did he say?"

"Nothing yet I ran away."

"Does Steve know?"

"What! No! I can't tell both of them!!! They'll freak out and then what if they never get together! Then I won't exist!" She pulls on her hair, frustration seeping in.

"It will be fine," El says. "I thought they were already dating." She shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe do the same thing with them." She pinches her fingers. "Start small."

----

Lydia finds Steve holding Eddie's hands. They're both sitting on the bed whispering between them. She wants to cry. She wants to take a picture and remember this forever. Eddie's eyes find hers first. He jumps apart from Steve looking embarrassed.

"H-hey," Lydia stutters. "Sorry to interrupt, are you busy?"

"Not for you." Eddie sounds serious. "Never for you."

Steve takes that as his cue to leave, he puts a hand on Eddie's shoulder whispering a quick "you got this." Passing Lydia and ruffling her hair. "Later kid, you'll be fine." She pushes his hand away silently basking in his touch.

"I'm older than you."

"Sure kid."

Lydia sits down as Steve leaves, not wanting to look Eddie in the eyes just yet. She doesn't know if she can take his disappointment.

"Lydia..."

"Don't-" she cuts off sharply. "If you're gonna sit here and say you never wanted me I don't want to hear it. I can just tell you how I was born so you can avoid it all together."

"Lydia!" She looks at him. He has tears in his eyes. "I have always wanted you. Maybe I didn't know it yet but I did. I just...look my dad-"

"I know about your dad. I know you are not like him I know you had good people to raise you-"

"Wayne-"

"What does grandpa have to do with this?"

"Grandpa? Oh jesus fuck ok. He's gonna love that."

She rolls her eyes.

"I was being sincere! He would you know...love you."

Her eyes soften at that. "I know." The smile on her face is contagious. "If you wanted me then why do you look so constipated? What's wrong?"

Eddie looks at her like he's guilty. "You probably don't know this...but I'm gay"

She can't stop laughing.

"This is not a laughing matter!" He tries to sound serious. "This is a big deal!" Sweat is forming on his brow, "how did I knock someone up? Not that you're not great of course-"

She cuts his rambling off by pressing her hand to his mouth.

"I know you're gay...I have two dads."

Eddie's mouth drops open.

"Ivf? Adoption? All things that exist Pa." She slaps his arm. "Or the turkey baster." She gives him a wink.

His eyes widen. "Oh god. Who goes along with that?"

She knows she can tell him but she remembers her talk with El. She holds her hand close to his eyes and pinches her fingers. "Small."

"What?"

"El said I can tell you things in small doses so you don't go insane. So 'small'."

"Right. Well...ok damn." He wraps an arm around her and pulls her close. "Me and you we'll be ok munchkin."

She chokes on a sob. "It's been awhile since you've called me that."

"Ready to go out there again? Time to get serious."

"Yeah." She wipes her eyes. "It's getting serious. I'm ready to help."

-----

When they head back out to the group she's pulled aside by Robin. This is not good. She's never been good at lying to her.

She's trying to focus on anything but the piercing stare of eyes that match her own. Focusing on her dad's talking in the corner.

"Hey!" Robin snaps her fingers in front of Lydia's face trying to get her attention. "I know the truth." Her gaze is serious.

"Oh god!" Lydia mumbles into her hands "how could you possibly know the truth?! I haven't even said anything!" She's freaking out.

"I heard you talking to El. I was listening through the door."

"You know I'm Steve's kid?!" She almost shouts.

Robin looks pale. Uh oh.

"No...no I did not. I knew you were Eddie's kid. Oh my god oh my god-"

"Shit shit shit-"

"Wait! Did you lie? What else are you lying about?"

"No Aunt Robin I just...there's some things I can't talk about..."

Robin's eyes flicker over to the two in the corner. "Holy shit those two idiots figured it out." A smug smirk takes place on her face.

"What?"

"I thought I'd have to lock them in a closet- ha! Oh man this is great. Have you told him yet?"

"Who?"

"Steve of course! He needs to know, he never thought he's get a happy ending. He deserves to know. To be able to look forward to something."

"Maybe...I- I don't know."

---

"I don't know how we're gonna get through this," Eddie murmers.

"We'll be fine. You know how your future ends." Steve points to Lydia. "She's standing right there. You know it's funny, I would've thought she was my kid. Lydia is my grandmother's name. Ha...funny."

Eddie whips his head around to Lydia his mouth has dropped open and she has a manic grin on her face. She cackles loudly earning her a few confused stares.

----

The end! Of this part.

So about that happy ending...I've been thinking...

I mean why is she there so many years in the future? There has to be a reason she's there way before the Vecna attack? 😈

The way I already have the ending written mwahaha.

But remember guys...small🤏

The hardest part of this chapter was writing the steve and Lydia bonding walk.

Please interact with this! I want to know what you guys want to happen or just tell me you liked it :)

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you would bet on it? // min ho x reader

character: min ho

show: xo kitty

tags: frenemies to lovers, gender neutral reader, work place romance

warnings: maybe ooc?? i don't think so but yk, cursing, might have done some heavy self inserting oops

Kitty peaked around a corner, her head darting right and left before she proceeded down an alleyway.

It was just her luck that three boys were standing at a nearby building when they saw her sneaking around. Min ho raised a brow. “What on Earth is she doing?” His words caught Q and Dae’s attention, and they both turned around to watch.

“Maybe she’s just.. Meeting someone?” Dae chuckled nervously, trying to think of a perfectly logical and ethical reason Kitty was sneaking through an alleyway.

Min ho raised a brow. “Or buying drugs. We should follow her.”

Q shook his head, snickering lightly. “You just wanna follow her because you’re nosy.”

Min ho raised his hands in defense. “Sue me– Now let’s go.” He pivoted, going down the same alleway Kitty went down. Dae and Q shared a look before following him.

Kitty walked along for a while, much to two of the boys’ relief, exiting the alley after a short time and heading a way that was much more normal. She was acting oddly suspicious, though.

After some time, she arrived in front of…

A restaurant?

The three boys looked at each other with confused faces before continuing to the entrance.

Kitty walked inside, waiting up at the host stand for a second before you approached her with a grin. “Kitty! Good to see you, you can–” You paused immediately when spotting a very, very amused Min ho.

“You work at a restaurant, seriously?” He chuckled, raising a brow down at you.

Kitty whipped her head around, “Wh– Did you– You followed me?!”

Q and Dae quickly went in upon the realization that Min ho had blown their cover, Dae walking to the other side of Kitty. “We were just worried– You were acting really suspiciously–”

“We thought you could’ve been buying drugs.” Min ho grinned.

Kitty gawked at him. “What– That’s so stupid–”

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms. “What the hell are you guys doing here–” Before you could properly question the boys, you spotted your manager walking over. You blew out an irritated breath before putting on a fake smile. “How many in your party tonight?”

Min ho was loving this way too much. “Oh, just the four of us.” You so desperately wanted to wipe the smug look off of his face, but alas… You did value your job.

“Great!” You spoke through clenched teeth, grabbing four menus from behind you. “You can follow me right this way.” You took them to a section belonging to a server who had just arrived, so it was completely empty. After they sat down and you advertised your company’s rewards system with very red cheeks, your manager finally stopped watching you. Immediately upon their eyes being taken off of you, you exploded. “What the hell are you guys doing here?!”

“Kitty was acting weird. We swear we didn’t know she was coming here.” Q explained, chuckling nervously. He didn’t particularly like the idea of two of his best friends being upset with him over one of Min ho’s dumb ideas.

Min ho leaned back in his seat. “And I’m glad we did. Otherwise, we never would’ve learned of this little secret.” He motioned to your uniform, which caused your cheeks to go redder.

“Well, I’m sorry but not all of us can go through life completely supported by our ‘Mummy’s’.” You mimicked his accent toward the end, huffing. “Some of us actually have to support ourselves.”

Min ho rolled his eyes. “Right, like it’s so hard.”

You gawked at him. “Min ho, you would not survive a customer service job. Honestly, I would bet on it.”

This intrigued him, and he quickly leaned forward in his seat, turning to face you. “Oh, you would bet on it? Really?”

“Mhm. You would not survive in the restaurant industry.”

Min ho hummed. “Well, if you’re so confident, then let’s bet.”

“Fine. If I win?”

“I’ll do anything you ask of me. No objections.”

“Hm.. Okay. And if you win?”

“Same thing. Whatever I ask of you. Zero objections.”

Though you didn’t like the idea of Min ho being able to hold something over your head, you were confident enough that you felt comfortable despite the stakes. After a moment, you spoke. “Fine. Deal.”

Min ho grinned. “Deal. I’m looking forward to winning this bet.”

“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes at him, backing away to finally allow the server to do their job. On your way out of the section, you caught Kitty who mouthed a “Sorry”. You shook your head, waving your hand at her in dismissal. Really, Kitty had done you a favor. Now you had the chance to one up Min ho.

After further discussion over text, you spoke to your manager about a friend who wanted to come in for an interview. Lucky for you, your shop was severely understaffed due to a mass of server’s quitting, so the manager didn’t hesitate to hire Min ho.

His first day was an absolute wreck.

He spilled a salsa bowl on him, which to anyone else would be a mere inconvenience, but to Min ho, it was the end of the world.

“I just bought these pants!! They're designer!!"

You shrugged. “It’s your own fault. Maybe you shouldn’t be so clumsy.” You were admittedly being hypocritical as you had broken and spilled your fair share of things on especially busy nights where you had to help.

“I hate you.”

You grew very familiar with those 3 words the more you worked with Min ho. His first few weeks, he let everything get to him. The customers, the messes, the way he smelled after work. Restaurant smell. You’d grown accustomed to it, so you hadn’t even considered that to be something that would’ve bothered him.

Much to your surprise though, he was very good at the customer service aspect. In some ways, it made sense. He had a way with acting charming, and he was fluent in Korean, which helped with the locals. He also only kept his complaints to when the two of you would be walking to the dorms together once you got off.

The thing that surprised you most, though, was how much you enjoyed spending time with him. You were used to server’s coming up and talking to you on slower days, the host stand often being a hangout place. You assumed Min ho picked up on it as he had suddenly begun hanging around there, too, when his section was deserted.

He waited for you after work. Even when he had been cut and could’ve gone home earlier. He excused it that you shouldn’t be walking alone at night. You didn’t really care about his motives, but you appreciated it. It was a nice gesture.

After 2 months, he still didn’t quit. You were beginning to worry he’d want to cash in his prize for the bet since it seemed like he had no intentions of losing. What would he make you do? The options were endless. You still had a slight hope that you could win but…

At the same time, you didn’t. You liked working with him more than you thought you would, it would be a little disappointing if he quit.

One night, though, his unwillingness to quit was really proven.

He had scheduled a date a few weeks in advance with some famous girl or something, you weren’t sure. But, he had also forgotten that he had a shift that same night.

He was up by the host stand, talking with you when he felt his phone buzz. He looked around to ensure your manager wasn’t near before he picked up.

“Hello?” After a few seconds his eyes widened. “That was tonight? Oh– I’m so sorry I must’ve forgotten, I–” He was cut off and a few more seconds passed where you heard muffled speaking through the phone. “I’m at work. Wait– Oh.” He said your restaurant’s address before he was hung up on. He blinked for a moment before putting his phone away.

You raised a brow. “What was that?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I forgot I had a date tonight.”

“Oh. Well, if you need I’m sure one of the other servers could cover for you, I mean, even I can–”

“No!” You paused, blinking up at him. He shook his head. “No. What if we get busy? The dinner rush hasn’t even come in yet! I can’t desert you like that.”

You felt a blush creeping up your neck. He couldn’t desert you like that?

Before you could question his wording, a very pretty girl walked up to the two of you, clearing her throat. “Min ho, are you ready to go?”

The girl rolled her eyes, pulling out a small mirror and lip gloss. “Yeah, and? You don’t need a job, Min ho. We can just leave. It doesn’t matter.”

Min ho looked over. “What? I told you I was at work–”

He shook his head. “But it does. It’s a responsibility.”

The girl glanced at him before putting away her things, grinning. “Responsibility? When did you get so mature? It’s hot.. But seriously. Let’s go.”

Min ho groaned, a hand going over his face. “I already said–”

Before you could stop yourself, the words were already leaving your mouth. “I think he already said he wasn’t going.”

The girl looked at you, scoffing. “And you are?”

Min ho stepped in front of you, crossing his arms. “They’re my coworker and friend. Plus, they’re right. I told you I couldn’t go already.”

The girl clenched her fists before putting her hands on her hips. She stared at the two of you for a second before huffing. “Fine. Fine! I’ll leave. But I’m texting you later to reschedule.” She glared at you, then turned around, heading back out.

You looked between him and her figure, which disappeared into a car.

There’s one thing she said that you agreed with.

This new maturity was hot.

A few hours later, the two of you were walking back to the dorms together. You sighed dramatically. “Y’know what– Fine. Fine!”

He raised a brow. “What are you on about?”

“Fine, you win.” You stopped walking. “You win the bet.”

He stared at you for a second before his brows raised. “Oh. Right. That.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.”

He shrugged, his hands going to his pockets. “I guess I did. But, hey. I told you I could do it.” His nonchalant expression turned into a grin.

You rolled your eyes. “Well..”

“Well?”

“What do you want? I agreed to do anything you wanted. No objections.”

He thought to himself for a second. “Hm… I’ll need to think on it.” He kept walking.

You gawked at him, whining and following him. “Min ho– That’s not fair! Now I’m gonna have to walk on eggshells!”

“Ooh well.”

The two of you continued your walk, and you continued to pester him to no avail. By the time you got home, Kitty had retreated to her room, so you went to yours. You got ready for bed, flopping down with a hum. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table when you saw a text from Min ho.

min ho: okay, i’ve made up my mind.

min ho: i want..

Min ho: a date.

Min ho: this friday. i’ll pick you up at 6.

Wait.

WHAT?!

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (20)

Gojo Satoru is not pouting. He is simply watching Nanami's interaction with Kagome with a concerned expression. That's it. Nothing more. He's concerned for his fellow sorcerer, and he is not pissed that they had to come back to the campus because Shoko sucks at her job.

It's fine. No, really, it is. There is nothing more that he would rather do than to come back to campus with his family to help his students and coworker in their time of need. But would it have killed Shoko to turn the temperature up a tad? This examination room is always so damn cold, and the bright lights overhead do not help. He would much rather be at home on the couch, relaxing with his family.

"Satoru," Kagome says with a huff. "If you're going to pout, go to the corner."

"I'm not pouting," he grumbles. "You were supposed to have the day off and Shoko can't even do one measly fix." Satoru bounces Koushi, who stares up at Shippo. "This is work." He's got some missions he pushed back until tomorrow for this, but those are long, ongoing missions, anyway.

"It's really not," Kagome says as she places a hand on Nanami. "This won't take long. I'll just undo it."

Nanami nods and clenches his fists. His legs dangle over the edge of the examination table. "Thank you, Kagome-san. It was interesting doing my missions today with shorter limbs." Nanami glances at Satoru and then looks away. "Ieiri tried her best, but this seems to be more advanced than anyone expected."

"That's one way of putting it," Shoko chimes in. "Sorry, I've never come across anything like it. Not surprised that it's Gojo's kid that did it." She shrugs and then peers over Kagome's shoulder. "So, what are you going to do? Another energy massage?"

Satoru grits his teeth. Yeah, Shoko and Ijichi weren't affected by the energy massage like he was, but that doesn't mean he likes it. Sue him, he doesn't enjoy sharing and he will not apologize for it.

Kagome is his.

He is hers.

And he wants to hoard those massages for himself.

"Energy massage?" Nanami asks.

"No, I'm not doing that." Kagome shakes her head. The area between her palm and Nanami's shoulder glows pink. "Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"

"Oh, I feel so much lighter! Healing the others didn't take nearly as long this time, and I made more progress with my research. Though I was bummed I couldn't help Nanami, Yuta, and Panda."

Satoru rolls his eyes. They could have waited until morning. So, what if that meant Yuta having to sleep outside? He's a freaking sorcerer. Sometimes you get put in shitty situations. "This really wasn't an emergency." It could have waited until morning or tomorrow evening. Yuta is a special grade. He would have survived.

Kagome takes a step back right as Nanami returns to his normal self. The clothes rip at the seams, but Nanami smiles despite the indecency of it. Does he have no shame? Yeah, the outfit Shippo gave him was a bit much, but when Nanami changed said clothes, he couldn't have picked something in a larger size for when he changed back? Or bring a change with him? It should have been common sense to know that baggy pants or even sweats would have been much better than the tight jeans Nanami changed into.

He can see skin! Nanami looks like a pathetic Hulk wannabe with his ripped clothes and biceps out. Does no one think of the children?

"So, Yuta and Panda are outside?"

"... Yes. How did you fix him so fast?" Shoko thrusts a hand out and grabs Nanami's chin. She drops her hand and stares at Kagome in wonderment.

Kagome motions with her hands. "You just do this." She rotates her wrist and makes a circle with her finger. "And then you're done. You don't need a lot of energy. Just touch and dispel. Easy peasy."

Shoko blinks. "That's... okay."

"A beautiful explanation," Satoru says. "Easy peasy. Why couldn't you do it?"

"Kagome, how much do you care for him? Because I could choke him right now and you'd probably get the insurance money."

"The only one that can choke me is Kagome." He scoffs. Shoko must be getting senile with age because she keeps making references to choking him when she knows she can't reach his neck since she's short and she can't get through infinity.

"Yeah, you want me to choke you?" Kagome laughs.

Satoru pauses. "I wasn't... we should take care of Yuta and Panda so we can get the boys to bed." Damn now he's thinking it, and he wasn't thinking it, but now it's in his mind and he can't stop the visuals from flashing through his thoughts.

"Papa, you're a perv," Shippo whispers.

"I'll get you whatever you want tomorrow if you go to bed early."

"Whatever I want?"

"Satoru." Kagome crosses her arms.

"I'm innocent." Damn, her tits look nice. How long has it been since he last saw them? Years? Months? Far too long.

"This is disturbing," Shoko says. She shudders and rubs her hands up and down her arms. "Who are you?"

"Satoru is always like this," Kagome points out.

"Yeah, I'm thinking he's like that with his family, then. Not used to seeing this side of him." Shoko rubs her forehead. "I see why he kept you and the boys hidden for so long. Though I'm a little annoyed because you're so amazing. Anytime you want to pop in and get a break from him, you are more than welcome. I would love the company."

Kagome smiles, but Satoru sees right through it. Shoko has thrown little jabs here and there since lunch. Kagome just isn't used to that dynamic. It's kind of cute how protective she gets.

"Alright, I'm a complex person," he sighs. "I'm serious about the kids getting ready for bed." Satoru shifts Koushi to one arm and places his other hand on Kagome's back. "Let's go before Shoko tries to keep you here." He doesn't look back as he leads Kagome out of Shoko's exam room and to the field where Panda lies next to Yuta. "WOW, you two really couldn't figure it out?"

Yuta perks up. "Kagome-san! Are you able to fix this?"

"Yep!" Kagome fixes Yuta and Panda as quickly as she helped Nanami. Koushi turns his head and watches as Panda changes back to his normal self, and Yuta is finally free from the boulder. "Now, you two have got to be careful with Shippo. He's a bit of a trickster."

Yuta hunches his shoulders and rubs the back of his head. "He's definitely Gojo-sensei's kid. We don't mind if it helps him to develop his skills. Can't say I know any sorcerers as strong as him at this age."

Kagome chuckles. "You're a good sport about it."

Yuta blushes and Satoru counts to ten.

"The children are tired," Satoru says. "So tired they might get cranky." And if he doesn't get to cuddle up to Kagome soon, he'll get cranky.

Kagome gives him a look. "Do you need me to put you to bed?"

"Yes."

Shippo sighs. "I want to go to an a-mu-se-me-nt park."

"I'll look up tickets when we get home." Kagome tucks her hair back. "We can do something in the evening so Daddy can come too."

Satoru looks up at the sky. She's doing this on purpose. Has to be. Offers to choke him, put it on him until he passes out, and now she's calling him daddy. Kagome is teasing him. Has to be.

"That sounds like fun," Yuta says.

"Did you want to come?" Kagome asks. Satoru squints at Yuta, though his student can't tell because of the blindfold.

Yuta holds his hands up. "I wouldn't want to impose."

"Have you been to one?"

"Uh...no." Yuta frowns. Panda pats his shoulder. "My parents were afraid of me because of Rika. She's uh, a shikigami now, but before she was a curse that was attached to me. I didn't go anywhere but home and school."

Oh no.

"Satoru—"

"Just invite everyone, then. You good with that Shippo?" Of course, Kagome wants to bring everyone along now. Not that he really minds since the students don't get that many chances to be kids, but more people mean less time he can... wait. Could he trust the students to babysit?

Ehhh, on second thought, nah.

"More people to play tricks on... I mean, more people to play with. I LOVE Papa's students. They are so much fun, and I learn so much about jujutsu with them."

"I can't go though," Panda says. "I'm a panda."

"You cannot be serious," Shippo exclaims. "Do you know who I am?"

"Uh, Shippo?"

"Gojo. Gojo Shippo. There is nothing I cannot do. Your form is nothing more than child's play to the great Shippo." Shippo crackles, which sets off a round of giggles from Koushi. Satoru bites back a smirk.

"Wait. What about our missions?" Yuta's shoulders drop. "We can't all go."

"I'll handle it," Satoru says. "Man, ya'll are getting spoiled these days." He holds out a hand for Kagome. "Just don't be late or I will leave ya'll behind."

"And I'll come up with the perfect look," Shippo chirps. Panda takes a step back. "Oh, come on, don't cha trust me?"

"NO!"

"Rude."

Kagome shakes her head. "Shippo will be on his best behavior tomorrow. It'll be fun." She takes his hand and smiles at Koushi. "You are looking pretty sleepy. Guess you've had a big day," she coos. Satoru leads them back to the car. The drive home is animated with Shippo in the backseat, entertaining Koushi so he doesn't fall asleep before they get home. Satoru struggles with keeping his hands on the wheel when he really wants to reach over and touch Kagome.

Somehow, he survives. Barely. Shippo drops his illusion once the front door is shut. He rushes to the kitchen, probably in search of snacks, though they ate before heading over to the school. Kagome wasn't kidding when she said Shippo needed more nutrients than them.

"I can't believe he's still hungry," Kagome comments as she settles down on the couch and nurses Koushi.

"Good thing we'll have two kitchens and a half. I sign the paperwork early on Thursday, so we could get movers as soon as the paperwork is done." He sits next to her and throws an arm over the back of the couch.

"Probably move on Friday, then. I'll want to clean the house before we bring in furniture."

"You?"

"Well, who else?"

"A cleaning company. Plus, we still gotta get stuff for the house as well as pack up what we have here... I'll ask Mei Mei. She's got some moving company she always uses that's pretty fast."

Shippo walks out with an arm full of snacks and juice. He plops down on the floor in front of the TV. "One game?" His tail swishes behind him.

Kagome wrinkles her nose. "One game and then you're going to bed. Tomorrow we'll go look around for bedroom stuff, so you'll be with me."

"And the a-mu-se-me-nt park," Shippo says. "I want to ride all the rides like in the movies." He stands and turns on the TV and then his console.

Kagome blows out a breath. "Oh, I forgot. I booked another massage for me and Ayumi in two weeks." She bites her lip. "Sorry, I got caught up."

Satoru yawns as he pulls the blindfold off. "What are you apologizing for? You don't have to consult with me." He pokes her cheek with his finger and then squeezes her cheek. "You didn't look at the account balance, huh?"

Kagome pouts. "I'll do it tomorrow so I can come up with a budget. Shippo would try to buy everything."

"Papa said I could have whatever I wanted," Shippo says.

"About that. How long are you going to play this game?" He places his arm around Kagome's shoulder. His fingers brush across the top of her breast.

Smack!

Satoru pauses. Kagome laughs. And Koushi glares at him.

"Koushi, you serious right now?" Satoru moves his arm and then places his hand on Kagome's breast. Koushi looks at his hand and then kicks at him. "WOW, I can't touch Mommy now?"

"He said hands off his food," Shippo says, not even bothering to look back.

"How do you know what he said?" Satoru huffs and moves his hand.

"I'm his brother. You shouldn't try to take his food."

Satoru stares at the back of Shippo's head and then drags his hand down his face. "I wasn't trying to take his food," he mumbles.

Thursday cannot come soon enough.

***

A/N: I got a new HVAC! Sorry in advance if updates are not as frequent. Last week was a LONG week with the heat and the kid starting kindergarten. Plus, I now have my niece six days out of the week for who knows how long.

"When are the elders meeting Shippo and Koushi?" - Satoru doesn't plan to have them meet the kids until the party. Koushi's 100-day celebration will be combined with welcoming Shippo.

"Are you in the facebook book groups?" - Nope, I actually hang out in the author groups for my contemporary stuff. But I'm glad that the fics hit some of the major checklists.

Take care! Stay cool and get plenty of rest. I will do my best to update at least once a week. Have a great week!

[susandsnell]

for the character asks - 2 for sue snell and 4 for armand!

thanks so much nixe dear!!! hope your day was good!!

Character Ask Game!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? - Sue Snell

It's so hard to pick one thing I love the most about her, so I'll pick the fact that she published her own book about the events of the prom, My Name is Susan Snell. There's so much to be said in horror fiction (and, more broadly, gothic fiction) about the role of the archivist, the narrator, the messenger; the survivor who acted as witness, who brings us the tale, and how their agenda and emotional realities colour the way they tell it.

Sue is, for all intents and purposes, the Final Girl of Carrie while also being the unwitting instigator of the latter reaching Killer status. As a bully, she was her monster's monster, partaking in the incident that would precipitate Carrie's descent into villainy. But crueler still, it's her attempts to atone and go from stepsister to fairy godmother that set the final tragedy in motion. In any version, the compassion and regret Sue feels turns to love and an ironclad will to do right by Carrie -- but no good deed goes unpunished. Sue is put through nine circles of hell. Everyone she knows except her immediate family -- her teachers, her boyfriend, her soulmate, her friends both current and former -- are dead, and she was powerless to stop it. In the 76 movie, she's left as we leave many final girls - screaming, howling spectres of the trauma they've absorbed. In the musical and the book, she's the scapegoat interrogated by police and committee, forced to identify Carrie's body before given proper medical help.

And the existence of the book turns so much of that on its head. She's taking back the narrative into her own hands to communicate the truth of what happened, to reinterrogate her own experience and to honour the memory of her dead, not as heroes or villains, but as humans. She willingly plunges back into hell itself and then brings that hell to the public eye, to communicate the truth, and hopefully, gain peace and closure through disclosure. (And maybe help some other tragic telepaths along the way, we don't know and that sequel is not canon to me.) Less than 10 years after the fact, Sue is the messenger on her own behalf and on the behalf of all those who aren't there, admitting her sins and contextualizing those of others. I know the excerpts from the book say she will be "thinking until she dies", because there's no leaving what happens to her behind, but as messenger, she doesn't simply evoke the memory of the prom, she shapes the status it will hold in the public's consciousness. Sue's nightmare is compounded by the fact that her greatest suffering is in the hands of the public to judge and understand as they will, but through her telling, she is grabbing it back and giving it the shape and status that only one who lived it can; she is the witness to the horrors demanding in turn that the world be her witness. It's in the title: My Name Is Susan Snell. (A parallel to all that's made of knowing Carrie's name?) A whole, complete person with her own voice, and not the villain or victim you'd have her be.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in? - The Vampire Armand

Oh, here's a fun one! I'm actually working on a top-secret AMC!verse crossover with a friend (can't give away much, but it's with Tanz Der Vampire), but I will talk about other possible media I'd like to see him in. Honestly, the gremlin would do just about great in most psychosexual horrors you put him in; the biggest no-brainer for me would be that he'd absolutely rock it as a Cenobite in the Hellraiser universe, since we know that even if he never wanted the leadership role in the coven/cult, he does manage solidly well for centuries, adaptive-yet-stagnant as he is. He would probably take great enjoyment in the entire mindfuckery-aspect of corrupting someone, reshaping their will, and exploring the intersections of agony and desire in the process; it might even be something that would benefit him in a twisted way, given that it normalizes what the crux of his suffering is with respect to the ways his relationship to pleasure and trauma are so tightly intertwined. (I also think Armand could totally, easily Saltburn someone, but I don't think he'd keep the same ending; there's no way he'd want to be alone in a big house like that!)

On a completely different note, I think he'd do well in a Moulin Rouge or Sucker Punch style backstage drama films or stage musicals (hell, even Phantom of the Opera?), especially since Sucker Punch involves a lot of reality-bending and the director's cut directly has seduction to accepting one's death as a comfort. He's a theatre kid and a snippy, exacting director at that. I'd love to just watch him occasionally throw around his breathtaking elder-vampire powers when push comes to shove with the drama and tension and potential patrons/investors, but not half as much as I want to watch him get overly invested in micromanaging stage productions of increasingly questionable quality. Put Armand in The Producers or Something Rotten. I want to hear his Andrew Lloyd Webber takes.

Or -- just throw him into Derry Girls. I think if anyone could outwit him to his defeat and then befriend the guy, thus kickstarting the world's most bizarre redemption (?) arc, it'd be them.

Thanks so much for this! <3

[reigningqueenofwords]

Get On

Word count: 1,274

Read on AO3

Part 5 of Looking for the Captain

“Bite me!” You yelled at Steve, storming back into the tower. It was one in the morning, you were drunk, and royally pissed off. 

“Come on, doll.” He tried. “I didn’t like the look of that guy. He was all handsy.” He defended himself. 

Turning around a little too fast, you had to steady yourself. “I know he was handsy! I liked it.” You poked him in the chest. “So sue me for wanting to get laid for the first time in months.” You threw your hands up. 

Nat came over to try to steer you away from poor Steve. He looked like someone kicked his puppy. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” 

“I’m sorry, Nat. You’re hot, but you’re not my type.” You sighed, but let yourself be led away from her. “One sec.” You stopped to take off your heels, not caring about the view you were giving the others as you bent over. 

Steve blinked and quickly looked away. “Oh wow.” He swallowed. How was he supposed to get that out of his mind? He had no idea. 

You’d crawled into bed naked, after having stripped completely the second you were in your room. You were too wound up and frustrated to bother with your makeup or putting on pajamas. 

The next morning, there was a gentle knock on your door. Groaning, you wrapped the sheet around you to go answer it. You were surprised to see Steve there. “Yes?” You asked, yawning. 

He wondered if this was what you looked like after a hookup. It wasn’t a bad look, by any means, but definitely had his imagination running wild. “I wanted to see if I could take you to breakfast. I know you’re still probably mad at me for last night, but I can’t be sorry for not wanting you to leave with some stranger. Especially when we don’t know who can be trusted.” He explained. “I didn’t want you in danger.” His voice was soft, making it really hard to stay mad at him. 

“Do I have time to shower?” You asked, giving him half a smile. You really couldn’t keep being mad at him for wanting you safe. 

That made him smile, making butterflies go crazy in your stomach. “Sure thing, doll. Just have JARVIS let me know when you’re ready.” 

“Will do.” You agreed, moving to shut the door. Now you were just frustrated, but no longer at Steve. “Stupid cute man.” You muttered. 

You’d opted for a cute sundress and flats for breakfast with Steve, and you’d left your hair mostly down. After you’d grabbed your phone and purse, you slipped out of your room. “JARVIS, can you let Steve know I’m ready please?” 

Moments later, JARVIS told you to meet him in front, where he would meet you. As you made your way downstairs, you wondered if Steve had a plan of where he wanted to take you, or if he’d ask you. You paused for a moment. While knowing this wasn’t a date, why did you feel like you were going on a date? You wouldn’t be against a date with the handsome older man, but would he ever go there with you? You highly doubted it.

“Hi.” He greeted you happily. “You look nice.” He complimented. 

“This has enough fabric for you?” You teased. 

He chuckled, nodding. “Yes, it does.” He opened the back door of a black SUV for you. “Ladies first.” He motioned for you to get in.” 

“Why, thank you.” You said, slipping into the SUV. A moment later, the door was closed, and Steve went around to get in the other side. “So, are we going somewhere in particular?” You asked. 

“You’ll see.” He winked, making you blush. “How’s school going?” 

You smiled. “Good. I’m surprised you don’t know that since you go with me a lot.” You pointed out. “At this point you should just enroll.” You teased. 

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think that would be a good fit.” He told you. “I think I’ll stick to being the Captain.” 

“Yeah, I think you look better in that uniform than you would in scrubs.” You smirked at him. “More form fitting.” You ‘whispered’, ignoring that there was a driver in the car. 

Steve blushed a bit, taken aback with your blatant flirting, even if you had been doing that on and off. Is that what that was? Or was it just teasing him? You were hard to read in some areas, and an open book in others. Maybe one day he’d figure you out. Which reminded him you wouldn’t always be around. Once things were sorted with whoever was after Bucky, you’d go back to your usual life. 

“But not as easy to get off.” You said more to yourself than anything. 

“Doll!” He really hadn’t been expecting that! 

You shrugged. “What, I’m sure it’s true. That suit doesn’t look easy to get off. Not like Tony’s suit, at least.” You looked over at him. “I hope that material is breathable. Or else that could get so gross.” You scrunched up your nose. 

He laughed at that. “You’re not wrong. The old suit wasn’t the best, but it got the job done. Tony tweaks our suits now and then, though.” He assured you. “Although sometimes we need a whole new suit after a mission. Sometimes they’re so trashed they just can’t be saved.” 

Without thinking, you licked your lips at the thought of helping him out of said trashed suit. 

“We’re here, sir.” The driver alerted the pair of you. You looked out your window to see a cute little bistro. 

You’d never even seen it before, so you were extra excited. Steve rushed around to open your door for you. He offered you his hand to help you slip out, too. “Why, thank you.” You smiled up at him. 

Your little table was in front of the window, allowing the pair of you to people watch if you’d like. You were laughing at something Steve said when his phone rang. “Everything okay?” You asked as he furrowed his brows as he looked at his phone. 

“I don’t know.” He muttered before answering. “Hello?” He sipped his coffee. 

“I told you to look after her, punk. I didn’t say ‘date my daughter’.” 

“Buck?!” He looked out the window, making you do the same. “We’re just having breakfast. That’s all.” He defended himself. “Where are you? Can you see us?” He pulled out his wallet, his phone between his shoulder and ear. 

You got up as he did, downing the last of your juice. Was your father there? Was he bothered that Steve was treating you to breakfast? 

“Can you go pay, doll? The twenty is her tip.” He handed you some money. 

“Uh, sure.” You nodded, going to find your waitress. “Hi, uh. Emergency? I need to pay.” You said awkwardly. 

“Of course.” She motioned for you to follow her to the point of sale machine. 

Steve kept his eyes on you, wanting to get you back to the tower. If Bucky was in the city, and nearby, there was no telling who else was nearby. Once you were with him, he put his hand on your lower back to lead you out. “Bucky, I need to call the driver back.” He didn’t want to just hang up on him. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring her back to the tower myself.” He snapped. 

You jumped back slightly as a motorcycle pulled up in front of the pair of you. “Holy shit.” You breathed as the motorcyclist pulled off his helmet. 

“Get on.” He ordered you.

[abyssal-ali]

Pixie Reviews: Nightwing vs Red Hood

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T? Idk

WC: ~0.5k

prompted/inspired by/for @boldlyanxious

enjoy, I wrote this in half an hour and it's not beta'd

Red Hood followed the young woman down the street, running across the roofs to keep her in his sights. She was talking animatedly into her phone, waving her free hand in the air at times to illustrate her points.

The man stalking her, steadily getting closer, seemed to have picked her as his victim since she was distracted. When the moonlight glinted off the man's blade, Red Hood decided enough was enough and swung down to intercept the assailant.

A swift blow was enough to knock him out, and Hood set about tying him up and patting him down. He found two wallets in the man's pockets and went through them to find identifying clues.

The woman still hadn't turned around at the muffled thump when the man went down, and with the street quiet now, Hood couldn't help but eavesdrop.

Okay he could maybe have not tuned into her conversation and used his helmet's superior tech to get a clearer audio, but sue him, he was curious why she was so animated and distracted.

“Yes, I conceded to your assessment of Nightwing's ass but I still maintain that Red Hood has a nice everything, Adri-” she finally turned around when Jason choked and started coughing.

“Oh merde, I've got to go. I'll call you back later, chaton.” She hung up and walked back to Hood.

“Are you okay? Should I call Batman...?” she asked hesitantly, as he continued to cough.

He held up his hand. “I'm okay, just breathed funny,” he managed. “But I could call Nightwing if you wanted to do a comparison,” he grinned, though she couldn't see it.

She squeaked and covered her face in embarrassment. “You heard that?”

“Yep, I was right behind you taking care of a would-be mugger. You might want to work on your situational awareness.”

Her gaze drifted to the tied up and knocked out man leaned against a building. “Ah. Thanks.”

“Soooo,” he dragged out the word and she glanced back at him. “You often debate Gotham vigilantes with your acquaintances?”

“Unfortunately. Several friends got quite into other cities' heroes after Paris.”

“Thank you for being on my side then...?” he paused, waiting for an introduction.

“Marinette. Dupain-Cheng. Ehm, it was my pleasure-no, I mean-” she broke off her rambling attempts to explain what she meant as he laughed over her.

“I'm glad to have someone on my side. May I walk my admirer to her destination?” he gallantly held out his arm for her to take.

“If it's not a problem,” she placed her arm through his and motioned in the direction she wanted to go. “Do you not have to patrol?”

“I was almost done, just checking for any pixies like you in distress. I can walk you home.”

“Pixies?” She glanced up at him in question.

“Small, mischievous, fairylike creatures.”

“I know what pixies are. You think I'm one?”

“I don't know, you seem to fit the bill pretty well: small, mischievous, and you looks rather fairy-like to me.”

“Just for that, I'm moving to Spoiler's side.”

“Nooo, how could you betray me like this?” Hood dramatically wailed. “Definitely a pixie, you're spiteful and fickle too.”

Marinette huffed and kept quiet.

Taglist: (sorry @questioning-blob-of-fog you're my first permanent taglist member so I keep forgetting to tag you🙈)

[wildthingpoorboy]

Stuck in the Knee with You

The Owl House

Edric Blight/Emira Blight

Rating: E

CW: sibling incest

"There!" Emira shouted. The twins ran as quickly as they could. The surrounding blizzard continued to storm around them. Magic could only do so much against such a force of nature. Luckily, the twins were able to find the Blight Family Cabin. A simple wag of the finger and the door was unlocked. The two hurried inside, fighting to close the door. It shut with a loud clank before the two cast their own spells to lock and fortify it. With that, Edric and Emira breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my titan," Edric let out. "That storm came out of nowhere. Good thing we were so close to the cabin already."

"Yeah," Emira said. She examined the interior of the cabin. It had been a while since the family had visited the cabin in the knee, and it showed. Most of the furniture started collecting dust. The small kitchen empty with the exception of a few canned foods.

"Gross," she commented. Emira looked over her shoulder to see what Ed was doing. Which was nothing. She caught him just staring at her with a sad, little smile.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, looking away. Even inside the cabin, the air was bitterly cold. Emira shivered in place.

"I'll start a fire. You know, to warm up," he said.

"No duh. I'll get rid of the dust," she replied. Simple tasks for two witches such as themselves. A few wags of the fingers and a couple of well placed spells later, and the cabin was actually quite comfortable. The fire burned brightly and hot enough to warm the entire cabin, and the bed was nice and clean enough to actually sit on.

The twins sat on the bed, removing their excess clothing. Hats, scarves, coats and (yes) mittens tossed onto the floor. All of it in pile beside the foot of the bed away from the fire. Emira went a step further, kicking off her boots and letting her hair down. She shook her head, whipping her hair out further over her shoulder. Emira turned to catch Edric staring at her again.

"What?" she asked.

"What what?" Ed replied.

"You just keep staring at me. It's weird," she said. "Take another picture. I know you have some."

"I like looking at you," he said. "Sue me."

"Oh whatever," she hissed. "At least we got away for a bit."

"Yeah, who knew fixing up the Isles after Belos wrecked it would take so much work?" said Edric. "At least the cabin was okay. You want something to eat?"

"No," answered Emira, dropping back on the bed. "I just want to relax for a bit."

Emira laid on the bed watching Edric play with Batric for a bit.

"I'm glad it's just you and me," he said. "Seems like we've been so busy we've never had time for us."

"Yeah, well, things happen," Emira said.

"I missed you," he said. Emira smiled and gave Edric a look with an arched brow.

"You missed me? Like I was gone or something?" she teased.

"No, I mean, what I meant was...I'll check on the fire. So we can warm up."

Emira grabbed Edric by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss. It caught him for surprise for a second, but Edric reciprocated. The twins embraced. Tongues circling and playing with each other. Each moaning with every kiss until they pulled apart for air.

"Take off your clothes," Emira whispered. "I want you naked for this."

"So we can warm up because it's cold?" Edric stammered.

"So I can fuck you because I'm horny," Emira corrected. "It's been so long."

"Too long," Edric gasped. His quickly went to her bottom, pulling her closer to him until their groins were rubbing against each other. Edric leaned forward pushing his sister back down on the bed. Putting his weight on her, Edric moved back and forth mimicking the motion and dry humping his sister.

"You know," Emira said, pulling away from his kisses, "I bet this would feel better without our clothes."

"Y-yeah." Reluctantly, Edric removed himself from Emira and stripped down as quickly as he could. Emira, on the other hand, took her time stripping off every piece of clothing she hand on. She knew Edric liked to watch her change.

First, the sweater over her head. Then her blouse, leaving only her lacy purple bra. Then, she unbuckled her skirt and pulled it down. Edric's eyes followed his sister's movements. Then she leaned back to pull off her stockings, one leg at at time. Edric watched as each black stocking was peeled off to reveal Emira's long smooth legs. And like that, Emira sat on the bed in her underwear. She reached back to unhook her bra when Ed-

"Wait," he interrupted. "I wanna do it."

Emira just smiled and shrugged. Edric carefully hooked his fingers under the hem of his sister's panties and pulled them off. Edric reached over, blushing at his sister's face being so close to his, and went to unhook her bra.

And tried. And tried. And tried again.

"Do you need help back there?" Emira asked, obviously annoyed.

"No, I can do it," Edric snapped. "Just give me...a second..."

With a groan, Emira waved her finger and magically undid her bra.

"Oh come on," Edric whined. "I almost had it."

"No, you didn't."

Emira crawled all the way to the opposite end of the bed and pulled back the cover. She waved her hand inviting Edric to join her. Edric, smiling from ear to ear, jumped over to join her under the covers. Their lips met again with hands pawing and clawing everything on the other's body. Emira pulled him closer with her fingers running through his hair. Edric pulled away from her kiss to nibble on her neck and ears.

"Edric," she cooed. "Hurry. I don't want to wait anymore."

Edric nodded. He knew exactly what she meant. Ed lifted his sister's leg a bit. His erection was already at full mast. It had been for a while now. He guided his head to meet her pussy and pushed, earning a gasp and a moan from his sister.

Edric repositioned himself on top of his sister. Propped up by his hands, he moved his hips, thrusting into her. Finding a nice rhythm, Edric fucked his sister in the missionary position while the blizzard continued outside.

Inside, the cabin was silent save for the fire crackling, the bed creaking, and heavy breathing of the twin lovers. They wished they could stay like this for so much longer. Emira enveloped her brother's hard cock with her wet warmth. His hips slamming against hers. Her arms over her head, to let him see everything. His eyes darting back and forth. He couldn't decide if he wanted to see her beautiful face in pleasure or her perfect breasts bouncing.

Edric's toes curled. His hands grabbing two handfuls of bed sheets. He could feel it. He was getting close. Edric bit his lip and picked up the pace, earning another moan from his sister.

'No,' he thought. He couldn't finish before her. He didn't want to. He had to make her come. He had to show her how much he loved her. His hips hitting hers harder. Her moans becoming louder and more frequent.

"Edric," she cried out. Her cries only motivated him more. Sweat dripped down from their bodies, soaking the bed they laid on. Edric groaned. It was too much. He was reaching his limit. She felt too good. She was clenching onto him too much. He was going to come.

Suddenly, Emira wrapped her arms and legs around her brother. Her chin on the crook of his neck.

"Ed!" she screamed.

"Em!" he screamed back.

Their bodies rocked by waves of pleasure as they climaxed together. The twins trembling and screaming, riding the ecstasy they gave each other.

--

Emira laid on her side, wrapped in her brother's arms watching the fire. A satisfied smile on her face, and no doubt, one on her brother's too.

"Why did you want to come up here?" Edric asked. His voice shook for a moment. "This wasn't...break-up sex, was it?"

"You're too sensitive," she said. "Dad wants me to help him with this project he's doing. He thinks he's found a way to get the coven sigils off, but he's going to need all the healers he can get."

"That's..." Edric hesitated. "That's great. I'm sure you guys will do it."

"It means I'll be really busy so...we won't be seeing each other as often." Emira turned to look at her brother. "Will you be okay?"

"Actually," he said, "Miss Eda is thinking about opening a school for wild magic. And I was thinking, you know, maybe I could help."

"You? Teach?" Emira laughed.

"Hey," Ed whined. "It could happen."

Emira kissed her brother on the cheek.

"You'd be a great teacher."

"I guess this means we'll be pretty busy soon," Ed said. His smile gone.

"Yeah," Emira replied. "But we'll find away. Get on your back."

"What?" Ed asked.

"You had your way with me," she said, pushing him off her. "Now, it's my turn."