#sometimes i get so caught up in a knee or elbow or neck or something that i complete forget to draw like. the other leg until halfway thru

[torasplanet]

❝𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈.ᐟ❞

BABYDADDY!DABI + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; going out to ice cream with your little family couldn't be more wholesome especially with a surprise guest who maybe should not be out of his dorms...

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; soul-crushing fluff, bd!dabi is so cuteeee, i luv kaede sm, idk what else, oh i didn't even know the header kinda looked like kaede 😭

tags ; @kokosclown

“Daddy, wake up…” Kaede muttered continuously poking his father’s cheek while hovering over the sleeping male with you by his side blankly staring at Dabi who continued to sleep. Your face twisted into one of irritation and you grabbed his bare thigh and dug into his skin with your nails which was unknown to your son who sat there on his knees looking upset because his daddy was still sleeping.

Well, he was sad until Dabi’s eyes snapped open at the pain in his legs “Ow–” Dabi was quick to cut himself off when he caught your gaze and your son’s. He just sighed and looked at you both. Dabi loved his family but did not like how often he was being awoken to the sight of his girlfriend and son looking down at him with the same eyes ready to beg him for something. He wondered what it was this time and if it was your idea or your son’s.

A wide grin formed on Kaede’s face “Can we go get iced cream?” He asked bouncing a bit on his knees making the mattress move and earning a laugh from you. Kaede’s full head of hair was all over the place, he already had his hoodie on with his pajama shorts, and next to you, you were dressed in the same attire. “Ugh, what time is it…?” Dabi asked sitting up on his elbows and looking at you specifically but Kaede began to count on his fingers.

“One in the morning.” Dabi let out another groan at your answer while Kaede hummed and nodded in agreement with you “Please, we’re hungry.” You begged.

“Yeah, you gotta give food!” The younger boy shouted in addition making your boyfriend groan even louder than before allowing himself to fall back onto the bed. He threw his arm over his eyes “Fine, go wait in the living room…” He said and less than a second later, you and your son yelped in joy while throwing your hands up. You both listened to his orders and hopped out of the bedroom and to the living room to squeal with each other about getting ice cream.

It was a coincidence that you and your son met in the kitchen looking for the same thing. Kaede had walked in on you staring at the freezer with a pout looking for ice cream and he had asked you if there was any, when you said no, he came up with the greatest idea to wake up his daddy and make him take you two to get ice cream. “Mommy, I wanna get new iced cream now!” Kaede said and you smiled at his mispronunciation of that phrase but just tilted your head in confusion “Why? I thought Rocky Road was your favorite.” You asked the smaller boy. Kaede fidgeted in place, using the tip of his croc to move the backstrap up and down on his other croc “When me and Uncle Shoto were outside, he gave me iced cream ‘nd it was…really crunchy but like it was…uhm still cream.” Kaede said squeezing his eyes shut and frowning. A habit he had when he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to phrase it.

Dabi did that too. Sometimes they’d both just outright stop talking because of it “Did he tell you the flavor? So I can get it for you.” You said picking him up and rubbing your hand along his back to comfort him as you saw he was getting frustrated. Kaede immediately put his face in the crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you, he was just like his dad. Going to you when he was frustrated. “Erm…P…Pimustache I think.” The dark-haired boy replied as you spotted your boyfriend coming out of the room also wearing Crocs and his hoodie.

“All good?” Dabi asked grabbing the keys from the counter and walking closer, his other hand went to his son’s fit of black hair and he messed it up even more “Y’know how he is with his words.” You replied as you two made your way out of the apartment, closing and locking the door behind you before making your way down the stairs. Dabi looked at you and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “What’s bad about that?” He asked with a roll of his eyes feeling a bit targeted as he had the same problem.

You shrugged nonchalantly “Nothing for him but if we’re talking about you…” You click your tongue against your teeth suppressing a laugh “I don’t know…” You felt and heard Kaede laugh a bit at your words and once again, Dabi rolled his eyes already fed up with your shenanigans. “Yeah, Yeah, how about we talk about those temper tantrums he gets from you?” Dabi immediately regretted his words once he saw the look you were giving him.

“Walked straight into that one…” He murmured and you didn’t say anything but chuckled in agreement. God forbid if the father and son had superpowers, they’d probably blow up an entire house with both of their temper tantrums over pointless things…(hehe just wanted to throw that in there). “Down…” Kaede muttered beginning to kick his feet so you’d put him down and you did. He immediately went between you and Dabi grabbing hold of your pajama pants and Dabi’s basketball shorts as the three of you stepped out of the building and into the cold night. Dabi immediately regretted agreeing to take the two of you to get ice cream when the cold wind hit his face.

“Cold!” Kaede hissed putting his face into Dabi’s shorts, while you all tried to hurry to the car that was parked on the street “Yeah well thank Mommy for that.” Dabi said sending an annoyed look to you as you stifled a laugh at how quickly his nose turned bright red. You gently pushed your hand against his temple “If daddy hurried, we would’ve been to the car already.” You said and after catching the look Dabi gave you, you sighed and began speed-walking to the car and Kaede peeked out at the lack of your presence.

“Why you running, Mommy!?” The boy asked loudly and childishly and you turned back to them already at the passenger door “B’cause Touya is being nasty.” You replied confusing your child who instinctively looked up at his dad as they finally made their way to the car to join you. Dabi leaned down as he placed his hand on Kaede’s hair “She means daddy kid.” Kaede let out a little “ohh!” sound as he nodded his head.

Dabi grinned lustfully at you while unlocking the car but you just ignored him and began to put Kaede in the backseat and his car seat “Don’t you think he’s too big for that thing?” Dabi asked peering from the driver’s seat and you shook your head “No, he has to stay here until the seatbelt can fit him.” You said closing the door before hopping into the passenger seat while Kaede looked around the car for some of the toys he left there. The white-haired man snorted “Did my mom tell you that?” He asked as he watched you get comfortable in your seat.

Dabi reached over and began to put the seatbelt on you. He could care less about him wearing the seatbelt, he found it stupid but he needed you and Kaede to wear a seatbelt; he couldn’t risk anything happening to the two of you even if he thought Kaede was too old to have a car seat. “Of course she did.” You replied and Dabi said nothing but only shook his head and started the car.

You are very much closer to his family than Dabi is, that is no secret but he can’t help but laugh every time you tell him that his mother or his sister told you something about parenting, and don’t even get him started on when Shoto would say something! Dabi doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how that kid randomly drops information that he shouldn’t know about. When you were busy delivering Kaede, shoto asked him how many centimeters you were dilated and Dabi had no idea what he was talking about…that being said, sometimes he asked his little brother things when he had no clue about something.

Shoto was the best uncle ever and everyone in your little family could agree with that. Especially Kaede.

“Daddy, where you going? The p-place is back there.” Kaede asked peeking out of the tinted windows at the road he was so familiar with when getting ice cream. You looked back also confused before looking at the older male “I’m going to a different one, it’s good I promise.” Dabi responded and Kaede began to whine while gently kicking his feet.

You looked back at him as tears began to bubble in his eyes. Why on earth would Dabi do this knowing how his kid was? “Hey, hey, you trust me right?” Dabi asked looking back at his kid and extending his hand. You looked ahead and grabbed hold of the steering wheel grumbling about how he needed to stop doing this. Kaede looked at his dad’s hand and then his face before nodding.

The boy grabbed hold of Dabi’s hand as he tried to stop crying “So stop crying, yeah?” Kaede nodded as he began to knuckle at his eyes making Dabi smile. The blue-eyed man turned his head back ahead to take control of the wheel again, he glanced at you and gave a thumbs-up that seemed like it was questioning.

You chuckled at his slight nervousness and gave him a thumbs-up back. Dabi had always been scared of having a kid, especially a son because of how he was raised, he constantly needed your approval of whether he was doing a good job or not and that was still present even now when he seemed to get the hang of this stuff. I mean he’d even started to come with you when you took Kaede to visit Dabi’s family when he was very much against it to the point it even caused one of your breakups. You were still working on getting him to actually talk to his dad when he went but he was progressing amazingly as a father and he kept progressing even when you two were on one of your ‘breaks’.

You were really proud of him. “Touya, are you seriously this corny?” You asked observing the area you were in, immediately recognizing it. Dabi has never been a romantic so him taking you to the place you two went on your first date after having a kid was very shocking. “I saw it in a movie, okay? You said you like that movie shit right?” Dabi said a bit flustered as he pulled in front of the small ice cream parlor that was conveniently a 24-hour place. “You’re not s’posed to curse!” Kaede yelled at his dad from the backseat as you took off your seatbelt.

“When you’re old enough to curse, you’ll understand why I can’t stop,” Dabi said climbing out of the car and going to get Kaede out of the backseat. “How old am I when I can?” Kaede asked as he was lifted from his car seat and into his father’s arms. Dabi huffed and turned Kaede so his stomach was resting on Dabi’s shoulder with his large hand on the small of the little boy’s back to support him.

“When you’re still tired after having a full night's sleep.”

“Boy! Stop telling Kei depressing things and put him down.” 

Dabi rolled his eyes as he sat on the hood of the car while Kaede giggled childishly as he acted as if he was a superhero “He’s fine, go get the ice cream.” Dabi said as he grabbed his wallet from his pocket and then handed it to you. “You already know what we want baby.” He said leaning forward to press a peck to the side of your lips that were formed into a frown. You sighed loudly before stomping over to order the three cones.

The older man placed his son down on his lap and just stared at him with identical eyes staring back “What is special about this? There’s not even ‘nywhere to sit…” Kaede asked looking around the empty place, it looked familiar to him but he just couldn’t put his finger on what was so familiar…

“Well, me and Mommy used to come here all the time when I first met her,” Dabi said and Kaede giggled and placed his hands over his mouth as air released from his nostrils into the cold. “Did you give money for all of it too?” The child asked putting his hands back onto his knees and Dabi looked away nervously. Maybe when Kaede was older he’d tell him all about how mean you were when the two of you first met (you still are…) but for now, he’d just get a simple response. “Not all the time, mommy was so stubborn that she barely let me pay, I had to force her to let me sometimes.” Kaede’s giggles were released into the air once more. He loved to hear stories about his parents.

Uncle Shoto told him all the time like about how the two of you were meanies to each other sometimes but Uncle Shoto told him not to tell the two of you that he knew that. “We stopped coming because I was being a meanie to her. A bit too mean.” Dabi said rubbing the back of his neck and Kaede nodded “But we’re learning to be nice.” Dabi finished and before his son could respond, his name was called by you who was struggling to hold three cones.

“Oh, oh! Coming!” The little boy muttered climbing down from his dad’s lap and running over to you as fast as his stubby legs could carry with Dabi watching carefully to make sure Kaede didn’t fall. His eyebrow raised at the color of the ice cream that you handed to the child “What’s that?” The tall man asked as the two of you came back over. “Kei wanted to try pistachio this time.” You responded by giving your lover his cookie dough cone and sitting down next to him on the hood of the car. You assisted Kaede to sit on the hood once again in between you and Dabi who stuck his tongue out in disgust “Gross, why would you get that?” He asked playfully looking down at his mini-me who fanned his hand in front of his mouth because he bit into the ice cream by accident.

“Uncle Shoto gave me some and ‘s good!” Kaede said as he began to deliver kitten licks to the green ice cream with a wide grin on his face humming at the taste “Of course, he’s always been weird like that…” The turquoise-eyed adult said with a sigh as he began to lick at his ice cream. You grunted and elbowed him from behind your toddler’s back and he hissed in response and sent a small glare your way.

Kaede kicked his feet in enjoyment “Do…uhm, do you wanna know how I taste this?” He asked in his usual toddler format looking up at the two of you who conversed with your eyes “Is it some big adventure like that little show you watch?” Dabi asked with a laugh and Kaede wiped around his mouth as he hummed “No but it was really cool!” The toddler said obviously excited to talk about his first interaction with this flavor of ice cream. You nodded to give him the go-ahead and he began to look up in the air to remember the incident.

“So…I was with Uncle Shoto and his friends were there too because they live together y’know? And he had iced cream but this big angry guy pushed it over and it hit my face!” Kaede said slapping a palm on his nose and Dabi hummed at this raising an eyebrow. You hoped that wasn’t the end because Dabi was 100% on board for beating up a teenager. “B-But I really like the uhm…taste! Yeah, that and the big angry guy bought me one to be sorry.” Kaede said and Dabi’s nerves seemed to visibly calm at that.

You draped an arm over your son’s shoulder “Well that was nice of him.” Kaede hummed in response to your statement before something caught his eye, a fit of red and white hair. It was Uncle Shoto! “Ah, Ah! Get me down!” He yelled as he tried to scurry off the hood of the car. After getting down, he waddled quickly over to the teenage boy “Uncle Shoto!” Shoto turned his head at his name being called while you and Dabi finally understood what was going on.

The teenager picked up the toddler before he could hug him “Watch it.” Shoto said looking at the ice cream cone and Kaede apologized. Dabi visibly seemed to be annoyed at the appearance of his youngest brother “Mommy gave me that iced cream!” Kaede said holding the cone to his uncle’s lips so he could get a taste “It’s ice cream.” Shoto corrected as he walked over to the two of you and it’s when you noticed that he was still in his pajamas, not even a hoodie.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be at your dorm?” You asked as he placed Kaede down to his feet “Wanted to walk and it’s not far from here.” Shoto said hugging you as a greeting and you smiled at him which Dabi grimaced at while he continued to lick his ice cream. “We were just talking about you. You appeared like the devil you are.” The white-haired man said glaring harshly at his younger brother who was unphased by the harsh treatment.

Shoto only gave his brother a blank stare “Nice to see you too brother.” Dabi gave him the fakest smile ever making you elbow him once again. You gave him a look that told him to be nice as Kaede told his uncle to seat the both of them on the hood of the car “What? I’m being nice.” Dabi said shrugging his shoulders while taking another lick of his ice cream and you only rolled your eyes.

“How has school been?” Shoto asked your son as he began to take small licks of the ice cream that Kaede was not paying attention to. “Uhm…Daddy, what did Miss Kusou tell you?” The boy asked looking back at his father but Dabi only laughed a bit at how his hair was covering his eyes. “Ahem…she said you were doing really good,” Dabi said trying to stop laughing and Kaede nodded along with Shoto. 

“Your speech does seem clearer…sentences getting better too.” The high-schooler said running his hand down Kaede’s head and patting his head as if he was a pet. The kid shivered at a cold gust of wind “Cold!” He yelled and Shoto looked at you “Can we go inside the car? It is pretty cold.” You chuckled at how red his cheeks and nose were just like Dabi’s, they were really alike no matter how much they loved to deny it.

“No.” “Yes.”

Dabi looked at you as you looked at him, he didn’t even last more than a second before sighing and rolling his eyes to look away from you “Yeah, unlock the car baby.” You said looking back at Shoto who was already standing and holding your son(well it might as well have been his by the way they cling to each other). Dabi grumbled something under his breath before reaching into his pocket and unlocking the car. Shoto bowed his head as a silent thanks before going to sit inside the car with Kaede.

“You’re not gonna get in there with ‘em?” Dabi asked looking at you who shrugged at his question “I want to but I’m not leaving you out here by yourself.” You replied leaning onto his side while continuing to eat your ice cream and he merely hummed while continuing to look into the distance while eating his ice cream. There was something on his mind, you could tell from how quiet he was being.

Your hand slithered down to grab his free one “Are you okay?” Dabi let out a sigh as he looked at you silent and just staring before he looked away again and stared into the dark night “I need a cigarette.” His response made you frustrated. Dabi had a hard time telling you verbally when something was bothering him and telling his feelings and it made you so upset because when he was in a bad mood, he made it everyone’s problem but didn’t say anything about it.

Dabi began to walk away and to the driver’s side to probably go in and get his cigarettes but you pulled at his hand and stopped him. “No, c’mon tell me. Stop being like that.” You said pulling him closer and making him smack his teeth. Ugh, you made him say his feelings and shit…he hated that but he was still going to do it.

“I was just thinking about you, y’know…” The turquoise-eyed man said feeling embarrassed at telling you his feelings but you just rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand which made it a bit more easier for him. “I just remembered how much I missed this when I wasn’t with you and it’s like…you made me better than I was before,” Dabi said shrugging his shoulders once again just showing how nervous he was.

It was true, like I said before, you made Dabi a better person along with having a kid. When he first met you, he was alone, with no one, and was the worst he’s ever been in his life but then you came and you made him better. You comforted him about his family even to the point he stopped dying his hair, you made him feel good about himself. Dabi doesn’t want to break up with you again and so far, he’s been pretty good at that but no matter how good he gets, he’s always going to be him. 

But you’re always going to be you and you cancel him out. Well…to a certain extent. “Aw, touya. I love you too.” You cooed gently pecking his lips and he smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “I ain’t say that and you taste good.” Dabi said looking away with a flushed face. His eyes were locked on your ice cream cone and he took a huge chunk out of the nearly-melted ice cream. You pressed your hand against his face as you gasped loudly “Touya!” He only laughed at your complaints and kissed you.

The kiss which you thought was going to be innocent turned deep and open-mouthed but of course, nothing could stay innocent with Dabi. “Okay, Okay, tomorrow.” You said backing away from the man who let out a small whine at your words “Why not tonight?” Dabi asked and you rolled your eyes while you began to make your way to the passenger seat of the car.

“Because you have a son and a brother that are staying the night.” You said opening the car door and hoping in the seat while Dabi leaned against the window like he didn’t own the car. The boys were fast asleep in the back, shoto’s phone was set up still playing some cartoon and the only thing left of the ice cream cone was a small piece of the waffle cone left on the seat “Sho can go back to his dorms…” Dabi said and you smiled at him using the nickname for his brother, he never called him anything other than ‘shitface’ until you gave him a nickname.

You leaned closer and kissed him lightly “Kei’s still here, now drive us home.” You said giving him the sweetest smile that made him obey and walk over to his side. You licked your ice cream again as you looked back at the teenager and the toddler who slept soundly together, they were so adorable lying there together! But maybe Shoto needs to stay in school instead of trying to spend every minute with his nephew.

ps. no au!!

you were just relaxing in your bedroom with dabi watching some stupid movie who was not paying attention at all when the small smell of smoke filled your nostrils. of course dabi didn't notice, he was used to it and all so you were the one that got up.

but you did not expect the smell to come from your child's room and you certainly did not expect to find him glaring at his wooden toy that was in flames. it was one of those toys where you had to put the correct shaped block into the rightful hole and kaede hated it! but you said he had to learn. well, it seems like he's had enough of it.

kaede's palms still had sky blue (a bit lighter than dabi's)flames coming from them only adding to the fire "uh...bae?" you shouted keeping your eyes on the kid. you had no idea what to do. kaede wasn't even supposed to get his quirk yet! he wasn't even seven...and it was dabi's so he would know what to do.

by now there was a cloud of smoke and dabi had to notice it "whatever is on fire is not my fault! i swear this time!" you rolled your eyes at his comment as kaede turned his head to you, his gaze softening. dabi appeared by your side and took in the scene and loudly sighed.

"oh my fu–freaking...I said freaking." dabi said correcting himself before you could even scold him. he pushed past you and grabbed kaede by his underarms with his arms facing outward "alright keep your arms up like a statue while mommy cleans up your mess." dabi said as he left the room and headed to the kitchen. he smiled at how you grumbled annoyingly while beginning to put out the fire.

kaede glanced behind him at his room "did i make mommy mad?" he asked as dabi set him down in the kitchen to turn on the sink. kaede climbed onto his little stool and let dabi guide his hands under the water "no, more like I did." dabi said knowing you were annoyed that kaede got his quirk for a various of reasons. I mean he already looked liked him and now he has his quirk that may I add, causes HELL for you.

"ohh...sorry you made her mad." kaede said rubbing his palms together as if he was washing his hands and dabi shrugged "whatever, do your hands hurt?" he asked and smiled when kaede shook his head no. that was his biggest fear. kaede getting his quirk and everything bad that came with it, he didn't need him ending up a villain like him. it was already bad enough he was associated with it.

"if it hurts when it happens again tell me okay?" dabi said and kaede nodded cheerfully as he bit on his lip while beginning to play in the water. at least there was a guarantee that kaede wouldn't grow up so painful like he did.

"touya! you better be teaching him how to use that quirk!"

"yes ma'am."

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[ariseur]

hello!! i was wondering if u could a little something where the reader is an artist. they draw very good. so megumi finds her sketchbook sitting sitting on the readers bed and it’s opened to a page with drawings of megumi. he looks thru it and sees everyone from jujutsu high in there as well. reader catches him and gets a little shy. it can be written in whatever form u want. if u want to write it. no biggie if u don’t. thank you!!! love ur work ❤️❤️

LINES OF LOVE — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ notes - this was meant to be a blurb but it ended up being a whole fic lolol. i hope you enjoyed, this request was super cute i just hope i wrote it well 😭🫶

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ warnings - mentions of megumi kinda snooping in your book despite feeling guilty, you’re friends with yuuji n nobara ( and megumi ), reader is a student at jujutsu high, intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything (•̀ᴗ•́)و

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ word count - 2483 words, 13372 characters

eyes of jade followed your hands, one clutching your sketchbook as the other moved with the flow of your hand while it gripped the wooden pencil. megumi watched as your eyes darted all over the paper book as his head tilted to the side the slightest bit. he admired you in all your glory, basking in the presence of the sun; your feet propped up on the bleachers, ears mindlessly picking up the bickering of yuuji and nobara fighting about only lord knows what on the race track.

you occasionally looked up at them, hair bobbing as your head whipped back up. as per usual, he observed you — taking in your gestures or small habits you didn’t even know you did, like putting the pencil and holding it in between your teeth momentarily as you thought. after that, your eyes would light right back up and put the graphite to the paper once again. megumi had always wondered what caught your eye, maybe the pretty scenery surrounding the school or your friends ( who were currently fighting over whether ana de armas was attractive or not ), no matter how stupid they seemed to be — you always saw the best in them. megumi noticed that. megumi noticed everything.

he also noticed the way you tilted your head up at him when you had caught him staring at you.

alas, his thoughts were interrupted as nobara stomped her way over to him, poking at his chest as yuuji covered his line of view before they interrogated him, asking who he thought was the hottest celebrity. he huffed at that, eyes narrowing at the two of them as your face was drowned out by their endless whining and shoving.

“i don’t care,” he gritted his teeth.

“eh? what do you mean you don’t care?“ yuuji‘s brows furrowed even more at his answer, only to be elbowed by nobara. “this is a very important question. what, are you gay or somethin’?”

“hey, what’s wrong with being gay?”

“nothing—! he just won’t answer!” she pushed yuuji at his stupid question again, the two butting heads with each other as megumi pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up. he squeezed himself by yuuji as him and nobara bantered on and on about their previous conversation, only to find no sign of you anywhere. his lips twitched into a small pout as his eyes scanned the field, only barren grass and the track to be seen. megumi let out a small, exasperated groan as kugisaki tugged on the neck of his uniform with a firm, “oi, where’re you going?”

megumi began to take in all of your little habits after that point, his gaze always managing to fall upon you to see what you were doing. you guys talked during class sometimes too, maybe an invite to spar with each other or to settle an agreement between him and itadori — so it wasn’t like you two weren’t familiar with each other. it was more like you yourself made your attempts to be more acquainted with megumi, which he did appreciate considering he wasn’t exactly the most . . amiable.

he noticed your efforts of not-so-subtly scooting over towards him, so close your knees practically touched as he tensed at the sudden contact before you would ask him how his day would go. even if he only gave few, curt responses, you persevered and smiled at him whilst you made progress within these chats.

your behavior went on for a few more days, the way you’d always clutch your book so protectively in your hands as your hand flowed along the pages. he had his suspicions of your muses, seeing as how you’d focus on him or certain curses you’d look at from afar for a little bit too long — megumi wasn’t dumb, the only thing he couldn’t understand was why. why you bothered to allow yourself be caught in the realities of the world, capturing them in your drawings.

and then came the end of saturday, the sun a warm glow as it bounced off of your back. you huffed, bumping hips with kugisaki as you walked along the sidewalk back to the school. yuuji and megumi strayed behind the two of you, walking in silence as your breathy giggles filled the air. debriefing the mission, nobara replayed the fight through her head as she mimicked some of the movements you did, bragging on about how cool it was while she made animated fight noises.

“fushiguro? what’re you looking at?” he snapped out of his inner monologue at the sound of yuuji’s voice, questioning what megumi was so intently looking at. brown eyes following his gaze, he looked at you; then back at megumi, then back at you, and back at him. he gasped a bit before megumi hit the back of his head and signaled for him to shut up.

“are you—“

“shut up.”

your head turned around before your eyes narrowed at the sight; yuuji hunched over clutching his head as megumi remained unfazed as usual. you cocked your head, “you okay?”

itadori looked up at you and looked back at fushiguro before beginning to nod his head in affirmation. nobara scoffed, “did you not just see him earlier? i think he can handle something that small.”

“just because i’m strong doesn’t mean i don’t get hurt!”

“you got thrown into a wall by a curse and got back up right afterwards.”

a hand flew up to your mouth to conceal your smile as you snorted at their replaying of the assignment as well. megumi stared at you again, ears perking up and attuning to your giggles. your eyes flickered between the pair before they set on the raven haired boy who’s head was tilted down at the pavement, hands shoved in the uniform’s pockets. your voice called out to him so sweetly as you acknowledged him, “megumi, are you okay?”

he looked up at you, shoulders stiffening at the sound of you saying his name. he muttered out a small, “yeah,” before looking away into the distance — his face engulfed by the gleams of amber provided so gracefully from the sun, highlighting the swirls of color in his eyes. your lips twitched upwards in a meager smile even when he wasn’t looking at you ( though he could still see you out of his peripheral, it made him feel weird and gooey although he’d die before admitting it ), before turning your head and focusing on your way back.

nobara and yuuji shared a look at you two, the first name catching them off guard as their eyes narrowed in skepticism. they shrugged and merely kept walking, talking about what shenanigans gojo’s gonna pull in the next day or two. megumi didn’t pay them any mind, though — the only thing he looked at after they all looked away was you. the way your hair held golden chunks from the sun, the way you messed with a recent scab on your arm even though he told you not to. it was almost pathetic to him, that he admired you so much. little did he know that you did the same.

once you all had reached the school, you had held your hand up and jogged after megumi as you called out to him again, “megumi, wait up—!”

he turned his head, tugging at his collar to avoid some of the heat from gathering below his neck. it especially didn’t help that you looked at him with those eyes of yours, so sweet and careful. “what is it?” he asked, beginning to walk back up to the dorms assuming that you’d follow.

and of course, you did; feet keeping up with the pace that megumi set although it felt slower than usual today ( only because he tried slowing down more for you just in case you struggled to catch up with him, which he, too, would never admit ). you laughed a bit before putting a hand on your hip as you walked through the hallways of jujutsu high. “was just wondering if you could help me with an equation, i don’t really get it,” and with that sentence, he looked at your sheepish smile and the very thin, sheen layer of sweat that formed on the nape of your neck even with your hair tied up.

megumi’s nose twitched as he let out a soft exhale, turning his gaze back in front of him before he stopped in his tracks. you two shared a look in the middle of the hallway before you extended your arm with a free hand, gesturing towards your dorm’s door. he shrugged with a small, “sure,” before you made your way over to the room, a bright smile on your face as you signaled for him to follow.

to megumi; it felt weird being in a girl’s room, alone, that is. especially when the only other person in that room is you. it didn’t feel all so strange though, you made him feel comfortable enough and made enough small talk even if he didn’t exactly like participating in meaningless chats. your smile remained ever plastered to your face, even when you weren’t facing him — he didn’t get it, but it made him feel something. something other than annoyance at the stupidity shown around him.

“ah, shit,” you had said.

he turned, the wheels of the rolling chair beneath him making a satisfying rumble on the hardwood floor. “what is it?”

“i left something in kugisaki’s room, i’ll be right back i swear—! just grab that black book in my shelf, okay?” he followed to where your finger pointed to where multiple sleek, matte books sat vertically pressed together in the small shelf. his mouth opened to ask you which one you meant until he heard your hasty footsteps retreating out the doorway and down the hall into nobara’s dorm. he sighed, ducking down to dust some of the books off, some clearly more recent than others.

he grabbed the three middle ones, hoping those were the ones you were talking about. laying the first one down, the spine crackled as he opened it up — only to be met with eyefuls full of repetitive english words and a few in japanese to the right, likely a language arts notebook.

hands grabbing at the second one, he opened it up only to be met with sketches and outlines of anatomy. megumi quirked a brow at the fine lines, grazing his hands along the shaded graphite and dark, textured contrasts of the pages. some were just doodles, others were full on practicing certain anatomical shapes — and then on the fifth page did he find a drawing of nobara and yuuji, the day at the track field.

he let out a small hum as he squinted at the small comments you’d leave on the drawings; he scanned the small strokes of kanji and kana that lay on the side, in this instance it was, “too silly.”

another page, some of gojo sensei and his odd faces ( somehow so expressive despite keeping the blindfold on most of the time ). another page, just some scenery of downtown tokyo when you guys had an assignment there.

and then he saw himself, his scowl presented to him on the light paper along with a multitude of other faces. that one time he tried to smile with his teeth where you and yuuji ended up making fun of him and took a photo was drawn, along with the polaroid taped to the corner. his thumb rubbed against the bottom corner of the page, before slipping his other fingers under and turning it; only to be met with more portraits of him.

megumi pressed his lips tight together as a familiar sense of when you had memorized this scene, remembering you and him were driven around by ijichi for a while after returning to the school from a mission — you had injured your leg and needed a ride, to which megumi stayed with you the whole time.

he narrowed his eyes at the small note underneath the spikes of his hair.

‘美男, binan’.

and it was like his heart leaped into his throat, he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as he closed his eyes and felt his stomach flutter around a bit. you thought he was handsome, perhaps one of the many things megumi fushiguro was not in his mind; and perhaps everybody else’s. he let out a small huff before closing the book and opening the third one, before sitting in silence defeatedly only to see that that was the book you were talking about.

he opened it up to find meticulous, color-coded notes and scattered equations littered on pieces of stapled graph paper in your notebook.

his head shot up and whipped around to face you as he heard you call out his name with a questioning lilt. the new position he took allowed you to see what he was so worried about; the three books that lay out on the table, your sketchbook being the one of top showing that that was the one he touched most recently.

your face dropped a bit, cocking your head before letting out a small, nervous laugh. “what’s up?”

he stayed silent for a bit, looking off into the corner for a few seconds for turning his gaze back to you and saying, “didn’t realize you were such a nice artist.”

megumi watched as you froze in place, smile still evident on your face as your eyes remained upturned and closed in a warm demeanor. you took a few steps before plopping yourself face down on your bed. he groaned, “don’t be shy, i just gave you a compliment.”

you let out a long string of a low pitched whine as it came out garbled and muffled in the sheets.

your ears pricked with the sound of the hardwood’s surface being rolled upon by the chair, a larger weight dipping the bed down a bit. you felt an awkward hand place itself on your back, patting it a few times before sitting in silence.

lifting your head up to avoid adding too much heat on your face with the soft comforter, you didn’t dare look at megumi. you two merely sunk in the quietude as your face heated up as time progressed. he didn’t know what quite to say, he was flattered and he was glad that you thought all these things about him, painting him more attractive than he really was ( at least that’s what he thought ). he just didn’t tell you that. he just couldn’t tell you that.

but eventually, he huffed, “so,” megumi paused, hesitantly sighing once more.

“do you really think i’m handsome?”

“oh my gosh, megumi.”

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[magical-reid]

A Little Brighter

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 900

Prompts 11: “I’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

49: “The world gets a little brighter when you’re around.”

Summary: George Weasley has always been your closest confidant and partner-in-crime, but as feelings begin to grow between the two of you, he struggles to confess the truth. When his courage finally wins out, the light he sees in you is reflected in the love you’ve always felt for him.

The Gryffindor common room was quiet, for once, the faint crackle of the fire and the occasional turning of pages the only sounds breaking the stillness. It was the perfect atmosphere for working on your latest Arithmancy assignment—at least, it would have been if George Weasley hadn’t been sitting across from you, looking entirely too amused by your current struggle.

He was slouched on the sofa, one long arm draped lazily along the backrest while the other twirled his wand between his fingers. The golden firelight caught the copper in his hair, making it gleam as his mischievous brown eyes followed your every movement.

“You know, Y/N,” he drawled, a teasing lilt in his voice, “staring at that parchment like it insulted your mum isn’t going to solve the problem.”

You didn’t look up, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your exasperation. “It’s called focus, George. You should try it sometime. Might help with all those abysmal test scores you and Fred are so proud of.”

“Ah, but you see, if I started focusing, it might ruin my reputation,” he replied, grinning. “Can’t have that now, can we?”

You shook your head, biting back a smile. “Somehow, I think you’d survive.”

“Well, if you’re going to be all serious about it,” he said, leaning forward suddenly, “at least let me help.”

You finally looked up, raising a skeptical brow. “Help? You?”

“Why not?” He tilted his head, his grin never wavering. “I’ve been told I have a certain genius for numbers.”

“By who?” you deadpanned.

“Fred. And I trust his opinion implicitly.”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh this time, and George’s grin softened at the sound. The firelight danced in his eyes as he watched you, his usual playful demeanor faltering for a brief moment.

“You’ve been working on that for over an hour,” he said more seriously, his voice dropping slightly. “You’re allowed to take a break, you know.”

“I’ll take a break when it’s done,” you replied, brushing your hair back as you turned your attention back to your parchment.

George shifted, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Or,” he said slowly, “you could take a break now and let me remind you that the world gets a little brighter when you’re around.”

Your quill froze mid-scratch, your breath catching in your throat. Slowly, you looked up to meet his gaze. His usual smirk was still there, but it was gentler now, tinged with something warmer and far more genuine.

“You’re laying it on thick tonight, Weasley,” you said, your voice light despite the sudden fluttering in your chest.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he countered, his grin widening slightly.

You shook your head, but your cheeks felt warm under his gaze. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he said simply, shrugging. “Just the truth.”

The weight in his tone surprised you, and for a moment, you found yourself unable to look away. You could feel your heart racing as the room seemed to shrink around the two of you.

“You alright?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

George hesitated, his hand drifting to rub the back of his neck—a nervous habit you recognized immediately. “Honestly?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “No.”

Your brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

He let out a shaky laugh, dropping his gaze to the floor. “I’ve never felt this way before,” he admitted, his fingers tightening around the wand still in his hand. “And truthfully, it scares me. But…” He looked up again, his eyes locking onto yours with a vulnerability that made your chest tighten. “The idea of never trying scares me even more.”

The room seemed to go completely silent. His words hung in the air between you, raw and unguarded, and your mind raced to make sense of them.

“George…” you started, but your voice caught in your throat.

“I mean it,” he said quickly, leaning forward slightly. “You’re… you’re not just someone I like spending time with. You make everything better—lighter, brighter. And if I never said anything, if I just let you slip away, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.”

Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest. The George you knew was always confident, always sure of himself, but the way his hands trembled slightly and his voice wavered now told you just how much this moment meant to him.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, your voice shaking.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his gaze soft and steady as he reached out to brush his fingers against yours. “I just needed you to know.”

You stared at him, the warmth of his touch grounding you as the words you’d been too afraid to say finally bubbled to the surface.

“I do know,” you said, a small, shaky smile breaking through the shock. “And for the record… the world gets a little brighter when you’re around too.”

George’s breath hitched, his eyes widening with surprise before softening into a look of pure, unguarded joy. He didn’t say anything, but the way he squeezed your hand and leaned in ever so slightly was enough.

For the first time, you let yourself close the space between you, meeting him halfway. And when his lips brushed against yours, the warmth that flooded your chest was brighter than anything you’d ever felt.

[tinkaaabutt]

NOVACANE.—~ sevika

Novacane

The city was alive in its usual way—neon lights glowing faintly through the haze of smog, the muffled roar of distant traffic merging with the hum of a bassline from the club next door. Sevika sat in the corner of your dimly lit apartment, her broad frame leaning back in your worn-out armchair, a freshly rolled blunt perched between her fingers.

“You always keep it this quiet in here?” she asked, her raspy voice cutting through the stillness.

You smirked from your spot on the floor, knees pulled up to your chest as you fiddled with your lighter. “Sometimes. Depends on the company.”

Sevika snorted, a low, amused sound. “Guess I don’t count as ‘company.’”

“You’re here all the time,” you teased, lighting your own blunt and inhaling deeply. The sharpness hit your lungs, and you exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl in the low light. “Might as well start charging you rent.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like having me here,” she said, her tone laced with a confidence that made you roll your eyes.

She wasn’t wrong, though.

The two of you had an unspoken routine—a rhythm that neither of you had bothered to name. Sevika would show up after her shifts at the club, smelling faintly of sweat, cheap beer, and cigar smoke. You’d sit together, swapping stories, sharing a high, letting the world outside melt away for a while.

Tonight was no different.

Frank Ocean’s “Novacane” played softly from the speaker on the coffee table, the dreamy beat filling the silence between your words. The haze of smoke in the room blurred the sharp edges of Sevika’s features, but her presence still felt grounding, solid in a way nothing else did.

She watched you through half-lidded eyes as you leaned back against the couch, your dark skin glowing faintly under the light of a neon lamp in the corner.

“You always look so damn calm,” she muttered, taking a long drag from her blunt.

You glanced at her, raising a brow. “And you always look so damn tense.”

She chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. “Touché.”

The high hit slowly, creeping in like a wave lapping at your ankles before pulling you under. The room felt heavier, warmer, like time had slowed to a crawl. You let your head fall back against the couch, closing your eyes as the music wrapped around you.

“You good over there?” Sevika’s voice cut through the fog, grounding you.

You opened one eye, smirking. “I’m floating.”

She grinned, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. The movement made the light catch on her prosthetic arm, the polished metal gleaming faintly. “Not bad, huh?”

“This stuff’s strong,” you said, holding up your blunt. “Where’d you even get it?”

“Friend of a friend,” she replied, her smirk widening. “Let’s just say it’s a little extra.”

You laughed, the sound lazy and light. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Nah,” she said, her tone softer now. “I like having you around too much.”

You froze for a moment, caught off guard by the way her voice dipped, the way her eyes lingered on you like you were something worth looking at.

“Don’t start getting sappy on me, Sev,” you teased, trying to mask the warmth creeping up your neck.

She shrugged, taking another drag and exhaling slowly. “Can’t help it. You make it easy.”

The song shifted, the beat growing heavier, more surreal. You felt yourself sinking deeper into the haze, the room around you blurring until it was just you and Sevika, the space between you charged with something unspoken.

“You ever think about how none of this feels real?” you asked suddenly, your voice quieter now.

Sevika’s brow furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”

You gestured vaguely, your fingers brushing against the air. “Life. Everything. It’s like… we’re all just going through the motions, waiting for something to wake us up.”

She leaned back, her eyes never leaving yours. “And what do you think would wake you up?”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you considered her question. “I don’t know. Something that feels… different. Real.”

Her gaze softened, the sharpness you were so used to seeing in her melting away. She reached out then, her fingers brushing yours as she took the blunt from your hand.

“You ever think,” she said, her voice low, “that maybe this—right here, right now—is real enough?”

Your breath caught, the weight of her words settling in your chest. The haze around you seemed to thicken, but her touch felt grounding, like an anchor in the middle of a storm.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

She smiled then, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Her words lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken. You didn’t respond, but the look in her eyes told you she didn’t need you to.

The music played on, and the two of you sat there, the world outside forgotten.

authors note-: now that im thinking part 2 is gonna be based off the song sativa.’

PART2

[shaunamilfman]

you must like me for me [2]

summary: You weren't sure what you did to piss off Shauna Shipman, but you've been on the receiving end of her death glares for just as long as you can remember. If looks could kill you'd certainly be six feet under, but hey–it's kind of hot, right? For better or worse, everything changes after a run-in at a party. Part 1 | Part 3

“Come on,” Nat protests, pointedly glancing at the hickey displayed proudly on your neck. “Spill. Who was it?”

You shake your head with a grin as you look over at her. “Not telling.”

Nat groans exaggeratedly. “Fine. Whoever it is is Shipman-level crazy because I swear haven't seen your neck in weeks–”

She trails off at the sheepish look on your face. “No fucking way. You've been hooking up with Shipman? Shauna Shipman let you get within three feet of her?” You bristle at the utter disbelief in her voice, honestly a little offended, before you decide the disbelief is more on Shauna's personality than your ability to pull her. 

“Could you announce it any louder?” You say wryly. 

Nat scoffs. “No one would believe it even if they heard it.”

“Yeah, but Shauna would.”

Nat's eyes widen slightly as she glances around to make sure no one hears you. You give her an amused look as she rolls her eyes. “I'm not, like, afraid of her or something. But the last thing I need is for her to sic Jackie on me.”

You nod slowly, and she elbows you in the side in retaliation for your disbelieving hum. You rub at your side with a wince; Nat really could pack a punch when she meant to and– like this time– even when she didn't. Her face softens slightly at the motion, but she doesn't otherwise acknowledge it. 

Nat never likes to acknowledge when she feels guilty about something, choosing instead to just bottle it up and stew on it. You think it's dumb to ruminate on something that's already stopped hurting, but you know Nat wouldn't appreciate you acknowledging it.

She's a lot like Shauna in that way, you've realized. You're not quite sure which one of them would win in a brooding contest but you think it might be a close call. It's strange to think about Nat and Shauna being similar in any way, but as you've spent more time with Shauna you've really started to question why you didn't get along well in the first place. 

It's not like you've spent a ton of your time together talking– far too occupied by the thought of burying your head between her thighs to exchange pleasantries– but you've really grown to like the snippets of her personality that shine through.

She's argumentative with a mean streak a mile wide, sure, but she offered you a pillow for your knees once so you figured it probably evened itself out. Right? Granted, you only needed the pillow because she kept you kneeling on her hardwood floor as she insisted for another round but you assured yourself it was the thought that counts. 

Shauna was sweet in her own way, you reasoned. Sometimes you caught her giving you the sweetest little smile out of the corner of your eye when she thought you couldn't see it, quickly turning it into a frown the second you turned your head fully to face her. She bemoaned your presence in her bed the second you were finished fooling around, but you kept yourself from commenting on the way she immediately wrapped herself around you. Sometimes it pays to be the bigger person for once. Truly you couldn't leave if you wanted to: she's a hell of a lot stronger than she looks. 

Shauna never seemed warmer than in the afterglow, almost eager to climb into your lap or hold you on hers. The distance that she was always so careful to put between herself and others made bridgeable for just an instant as she allowed a vulnerability that was as rare as it was captivating. It felt like a privilege to be granted access to her like this, a part of her that she kept under lock and key. In those moments it was just the two of you, like nothing else matters. Like nothing ever mattered but her.

It was the quiet intimacy between you in a few moments of stolen affection that kept you coming back, unable to stop yourself from seeking her out even as you reminded yourself time and time again that it was a bad idea. It was a bittersweet connection you shared, but you can’t find it in yourself to resist it.

In summary, you’re fucked.

You push the thought out of your head, shifting focus abruptly as you elbow Nat back even harder. Nat grunts in pain, almost wheezing as she grabs at her side. She glares at you with teary eyes, but there’s a slight quirk of her lips that betrays a small hint of amusement. She shoves you backward a few steps, but you quickly recover as you start to laugh. That is, until, a force comes slamming into your shoulder and sends you stumbling back.

As you catch your balance again the shock of the collision fades, quickly replaced by blinding anger. You almost swung on her purely on instinct until you caught sight of a flannel-clad arm just in the corner of your vision. 

“Oops,” Shauna mutters, voice dripping with insincerity. Your immediate confusion cools the edges of your rage, leaving you on edge and a little unsure as you stare at her. You’ve seen Shauna start plenty of shit, sure, but she’d never even bothered to interact with you at school before. You weren’t even sure what you could have done to set her off this time. 

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” She continues, seeming annoyed at your continued silence. You glare over at her as you rub at your shoulder, but it doesn’t seem to affect her anyway. She stares impassively at you, tilting her head to the side with a sarcastic smile as if daring you to do something about it. Shauna’s nonchalant demeanor does little to alleviate your growing irritation as you stare at her, rolling your eyes before looking around the hallway. 

There are a few curious eyes on the both of you, but they quickly look away the second they catch you staring back at them. Students shuffle past and around you, talking aimlessly and oblivious to the standoff between the two of you. 

It’s as if Shauna’s testing your patience, a subtle plea for your attention masked under a detached smile. If she wanted to see you lose your composure you certainly weren’t going to give her the satisfaction.

No matter what she was trying to get out of this little stunt– and you’re sure there was a reason for it no matter how impulsive she can act– you're content in knowing you’ve gotten something from it too. She looks so pretty when she tries to stare you down, a growing irritation bubbling on her face as you take a moment to take it all in. Although you resent her attempt to intimidate you, there’s an undeniable allure in her audacity.

Shauna commands your attention even in the busy hallway, standing unperturbed as the crowd parts around her with her shoulders squared and chin lifted in a silent declaration of defiance. There’s an intensity to her eyes that borders on a challenge, a well of determination hidden behind her steely indifference. You meet her gaze head-on, almost smiling as a flash of surprise crosses her face.

You love it when she gets like this. There’s a deliberate wildness to her appearance, a calculated messiness that only entrances you more. She faces you with a practiced air of indifference that does little to hide the barely contained rage just under the surface if only you knew where to look. She constantly teeters just on the edge of control, on the verge of striking out at the slightest provocation. She’s an absolute force of nature, more than willing to take down anything that stands in her way.

Choking down your initial urge to confront her, you take a measured breath before giving her a wry smile. “Watch where you’re going next time,” You say evenly, emphasizing each word.

Shauna’s eyes narrow, her face faltering for just a moment. “Sure thing. My bad,” She replies casually, a hint of mockery in her voice as she tries to bait you again. Her frustration is almost palpable as you let the challenge go unprovoked once again. You shake your head in amusement, tearing your eyes away from her as you turn back to Nat.

Jackie, who’s been looking confusedly back and forth between you, grabs her by the arm and starts trying to drag her down the hallway. “Shauna wasn’t looking where she was going,” Jackie apologizes with a pinched smile.

She seems surprised when Shauna digs her feet in for a moment, tugging again as Shauna finally relents and lets herself be pulled away from you. Jackie’s fingers are wrapped tightly around her forearm as they walk off but Shauna doesn’t even seem to notice it as she finally drags her eyes away from you as they round the corner.

“What the fuck was that?” Nat mutters. You shrug, shoving your hands in your pockets as you feel for the edge of your lighter. You give her an easy smile as you find it, rubbing your thumb aimlessly across the surface as you push off the locker.

“Should probably get to class, yeah?”

Nat stares irritatedly at you for a moment before shrugging.

…

You tap your foot against the ground impatiently as you lean against the wall outside, starting to regret ever deciding to wait Shauna out. She was later than usual and you were starting to wonder if she was ever going to get out of the locker room. You knew from experience that you had a good twenty minutes in between when Shauna left the locker room and when Jackie did, but then again Shauna usually knew you were waiting for her. 

You wondered idly if Shauna was making you wait on purpose, a little power play that you wouldn’t entirely put past her. Sometimes you thought she got some thrill out of knowing you were waiting around for her, but you couldn’t entirely blame this one on her. Maybe she’s gotten caught up in her own little world as she waited around for Jackie, unaware she had someone impatiently waiting for her outside. Still, you had a sneaking suspicion that Shauna wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to sit in her car alone to write angsty prose in her journal while Jackie was busy talking with their coach.

You imagine her now, sitting sideways across the seat with her journal propped up on her knees as her pen moved furiously across the page. It’s a sight you’ve become all too familiar with lately; Even the sound her pen makes as she presses down just hard enough to threaten to rip the page in her anger has become oddly soothing. Despite her hidden penchant for dramatics, you find that there’s a surprising depth to her, one that extends far below the surface of any ideas you’ve previously held about her. There’s just something about her that resonates with you on a visceral level, lingering in your thoughts long even when you’d rather push her aside.

You’re almost embarrassed at how attractive you’ve started to find her brooding. She just feels everything so deeply, and you find yourself captivated and frustrated by it in equal measure as you try to rationalize her behavior. You knew that there had to be some reason behind whatever little stunt she was pulling in the hallway, but for the life of you, you just couldn’t find a reason. You want there to be a reason.

You need there to be a reason, otherwise, she was just pushing you around for no reason. You never thought you’d see the day when you were excusing one of her moody rituals, but you’ve become smitten with her despite your better judgment. Shauna could be mean, as you well knew, but you’ve never known her to be cruel. You so badly want that to be true, even as you keep getting the sneaking suspicion that she’s just toying with–

Ah, footsteps. You grin.

You wait a minute for her to pass by you before you push off the wall, trailing a few steps behind her as she walks toward her car. She turns suddenly as she reaches it, obviously hearing someone walk up behind her. The anger in her eyes fades the second she catches sight of who it is, a moment of unease passing over her face as she sizes you up. “What are you doing here?” She asks, not prepared to find you here and seemingly off balance

“What was that, earlier?” You press, momentarily distracted by the faint sheen of moisture that still clings to her skin after her shower.

Shauna huffs, her eyes rolling as she makes a half-hearted attempt to open the door of her car. You step forward and slam your hand against the top of the door, cutting off her retreat and effectively trapping her between your body and the door. You’re almost annoyed by her lackluster attempt– did she seriously just try to hide in her car? She looks pissed as she glances between you and the door, clearly realizing she’s going to have to confront you one way or the other. You’d take either, honestly, as long as she addressed the tension between you. You were getting sick of letting her set the pace all the time.

Her narrowed eyes betray her irritation as she looks up at you, but there’s a flicker of something else in her expression that only makes you want to push her more. A long moment of silence passes between you, Shauna’s heavy breaths as she tries to reign in her anger the only sound you can hear. This silent confrontation is unfamiliar, a definite departure from your usual dynamic that seems to make Shauna equally uncomfortable. As the seconds tick by, Shauna's seemingly detached confidence begins to falter, revealing the cracks in her armor as she finally gives in.

“What was what?” Shauna asks finally, more uncomfortable with the silence stretching between you than any desire to actually have this conversation. You’ll work with what you get.

“That shit you pulled in the hallway. Seriously, Shipman? You shoulder-checked me.”

“Just a little bump in the road,” She says with a careless wave of her hand, her tone bordering on indifference.

You sputter angrily over your words, hating the way she managed to work you up over nothing. “Seriously? A ‘bump in the road’? That’s your idea of an apology?” You snap.

“Of course not,” She says, giving you a wry smile. Shauna seems to get a perverse sort of pleasure from getting under your skin. You just wish you didn’t make it so easy sometimes. “I wasn’t apologizing.”

“God, Shipman. You’re so fucking irritating I–”

“Shauna!” She snaps, interrupting you mid-sentence and leaving you momentarily flustered. Your eyes narrow in confusion as you try to gather your thoughts.

“What?” You ask dumbly.

“You’ve had your tongue in my mouth. I think you can bear to call me by my name, can’t you?” Her words hang unanswered in the air, and you’re left speechless and a little embarrassed by the implications of her words. You feel a twinge of unease at the declaration, unsure how to respond as you stare blankly at her.

“What? Nothing to say?” She prods, immediately getting self-conscious in your continued silence. An embarrassed Shauna was a dangerous Shauna, as you well know.

“You had so much to say to Nat earlier,” She spits, mockingly imitating a high-pitched laugh.

“Is that what this is, Ship– Shauna? You’re fucking jealous?”

“What? Fuck off.” She scoffs, noticeably not meeting your eyes. You almost laugh in her face. Shauna was many things, but a good liar was certainly not one of them.

“Well, as long as you’re not jealous then,” You say dismissively, on the verge of losing your temper.

“Of course not,” She agrees, nodding solemnly.

You groan, casting a glance away to hide your irritation. There’s just something about her that was constantly leaving you torn between attraction and exasperation. Whatever.

You knew how you could get both out at once. You tilt your head to the side, a questioning look on your face that Shauna quickly answers with a knowing look as she closes the distance between you. Communication may not be your strong suit, but there’s one thing you both seem to excel at. 

You press Shauna further up against the car, tilting her head to the side to expose the length of her neck. You press your lips against her neck in a quick kiss, soothing the area before bringing your teeth into play. Shauna cries out at the sting, hands grasping at the back of your shirt as she tries to pull you as close as possible, lost in the feeling.

Her breath starts to come out faster, her chest rising and falling in time with her excitement as her fingers dig into your back. You shudder at the feeling of her nails scraping against your skin through your shirt as she tries to regain some semblance of control over the interaction, but it’s clear from her reaction that she’s rapidly losing that battle. Shauna’s voice cracks halfway through a breathy insult as you nip at the crook of her neck, one hand falling from your shirt as she pulls you closer instead by your belt loops. The movement of her hips is subtle at first, quickly becoming insistent as she parts her thighs. You try not to think about how public it is, or that someone could see it.

She gasps as your teeth mark a trail across her skin, leaving small little marks behind you know she’ll only resent later when she has to try to explain it to Jackie. Unfortunately for her you rather enjoyed being on the receiving end of that rage– there was just something about that fire in her eyes. You catch sight of her, her flushed skin and parted lips taking your breath away.

She comes back to herself for a moment, a heady mix of passion and possession on her face as she takes you in. “Mine,” She whispers, her voice low and rough as she reaches a hand up to tangle it in your hair. She states it like it was a simple fact, and you hate the way that you want to agree with her. It doesn’t seem like she cares much for your opinion either, tugging you down by the hair as she crashes your lips together.

So, yeah. You didn’t quite get the confrontation you wanted this time either. What you did get was having to book it as you heard Jackie making her way toward the car, leaving a flustered Shauna to fix her mused hair and pretend like she hadn’t just been riding your thigh as Jackie rounded the corner. All in all, you consider it a win.

…

You can't make out the sounds of the argument happening outside the door over the sound of the ringing in your ears, but you weren't in the right mind to care about it anyway. You absently note the thumping sounds of boots making their way down the hallway as you catch sight of your flushed face in the mirror, breath still heavy with exertion as you cling to the edges of the counter with trembling hands. In the more rational part of your mind, you know that the counter isn’t the only thing anchoring you to the moment, but you cling desperately to the semblance of control gained from its unyielding support.

If you were more cognizant you'd be upset about the state of your favorite jacket, sleeves spotted red with the evidence of your anger. You didn’t know whose blood was on your hands, yours or his, but the distinction felt pointless. At the end of the day one of you was bleeding and it was entirely your fault. You exhale shakily, trying to take deep breaths to tame your racing heart as it beats through your chest. You stare into the mirror at your disheveled appearance, face bruised from the few shots he'd managed to land in return before Nat dragged you away. Your reflection gazes back with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. You're oddly resentful of its silent witness to your emotions, its red-rimmed eyes serving as lasting evidence of your weakness.

The floorboards of the hallway creak as someone takes a heavy step forward, leaving you whirling around at the sound of the door opening behind you. Your eyes narrow as you catch sight of Shauna standing in the doorway, a strange intensity in her eyes as she takes you in. The room feels heavy with the weight of the words left unspoken between you, a strange tension filling you even as you push it from your mind in favor of gripping the counter as you struggle to rein in your emotions. Your hands slide on the slick white countertop, already stained with your bloody fingerprints. 

You feel a pang of regret at the sight, quickly replaced by another wave of rage as you remember what started it. Maybe you shouldn't have hit him that hard, but he definitely should have known better than to make Jackie cry. If it hadn't been you it would have been Shauna– which, when you think about it that way, you were sort of doing him a favor in a roundabout way by sparing him from her wrath. She would have done much worse, after all. 

You freeze for a moment, a sudden consideration of how your actions must have looked from the outside. God, the last thing you needed was Jackie following you around like a lost puppy. You can almost picture it now, Jackie linking your arms together and talking your ear off while Shauna shook with rage on her other side. Maybe you'd get lucky and Jackie would be too drunk to remember, sparing you from her well-meaning but seemingly suffocating affection.

You were a little resentful that she got involved in the first place. You didn’t need anyone to stand up for you, and if you did it certainly wouldn’t be Jackie Taylor of all people. Still, when he started running his mouth about insults you’ve long since grown immune to, Jackie was the first person to jump to your defense. You weren’t sure quite what you’d done to gain her fervent loyalty, but you weren’t sure you wanted it either. You think you might need to find a way to lose it sooner than later before it gets you into more trouble: you always were a sucker for crying girls.

A hand rests heavily on your shoulder, dragging you forcefully back to reality. You instinctively shrug it off, holding her wrist tightly between your fingers as you turn to face her. The two of you lock gazes for a long moment before you finally look away, loosening your grip but still holding her wrist in your hand. You think for a moment about lacing your fingers but quickly decide against it as you drop her hand entirely. It serves to ease some of your tension, shoulders relaxing as you lean back against the counter to scrutinize her. Shauna’s watching you just as closely, eyes lingering on the developing bruises on your face before settling on your hands.

You sigh as you turn back around, turning the tap on as you try to clean your hands off. “Where's Nat?”

“Managed to run her off,” Shauna says, stepping up to the side of the sink to watch.

“Nat's not one to be pushed around. Must've tricked her into thinking you aren't a heinous bitch.”

She shrugs, the quirk of her lips betraying her amusement. “It’s a gift.”

You scoff, letting it go unanswered as you gently dry your hand off. Shauna looks disappointed as you pull your now clean hand out, an unsubtle motion you’re too nervous to question.

“Why’d you do that?” She asks finally, her voice tinged with an unusual hint of urgency.

“Do what?”

She doesn’t relent, gaze piercing as she presses on for an explanation. “Start a fight over Jackie.”

“Who says I did it for her? Did you hear what he called me?” You deflect, starting to walk out of the bathroom before Shauna grabs tightly to your wrist and turns you around. You meet her eyes with practiced disinterest, hoping to avoid this line of questioning. You weren’t sure she’d like your answer, far too tangled in emotions she prefers not to address. You consider just saying it outright, putting the truth out there and making her deal with it however she wants. But the moment soon passes, too afraid of it blowing up in your face.

There are a lot of questions you want to ask her that you know she’ll only sidestep, distracting you with glimpses of skin till you relent– it’s almost nice to be the one withholding answers for once. 

“You’re so frustrating, you know that? You give me such a headache.”

“Is that why you’re always in such a shitty mood?” You quip, unable to resist the urge so clearly presented to you. You smirk as you watch her reaction. Her jaw clenches, a flash of irritation crossing her face before she looks away. She’s tense for a moment before nodding stiffly. There’s a strange vulnerability in her begrudging acknowledgment, seeming almost impressed.

Shauna reaches for your face with deliberate slowness, like she hadn’t quite made her mind up on touching you before she started reaching. Despite your initial urge to back away you decide to let her, tilting your head along with the motion of her hand as she directs your chin from side to side to get a good look at you. The weight of her eyes is almost suffocating as she closely examines the contours of your face. She carefully traces the bruises with her fingertips, a surprising tenderness that you’ve only come to expect after hookups.

It feels strangely out of place now, leaving you stiff and unsure as you allow the gentle caress. You can’t help but wonder what she’s looking for if she’s searching for signs of weakness or simply concerned. It’s a complex thought and one that you don’t usually allow yourself. What if?

“You looked hot,” She says absently, snatching her hands away from your face as if the admission burned her.

She looks as surprised as you feel, her mouth opening and closing before settling on a simple, albeit cutting remark. “Hope your face gets better. It’s the only thing you’ve got going for you.” 

The comment stings just like she knew it would, but the flicker of regret on her face is far more interesting. You find yourself holding your breath, daring to hope that she might finally say something real.

Shauna stops in the doorway, looking like she wants to say something else before she shakes her head and turns on her heels. You stare in her direction as she disappears from view, the sound of her footsteps carrying to the stairs until all you’re left with is silence.

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Save Me - Part One

A Short Story

~ Sometimes, when life seems the brightest, shadows creep in. After announcing their engagement to the world, Jensen's fiancé is kidnapped. With the help of a friend, she tries to fight her way back home to him.~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader, Dean Winchester

7,160 Words Total. Part one: 3,209

Warnings: My kind of Super Angst. Blood. Injury. Kidnapping. It's really sad...

A/N: Written for @jacklesversebingo "No one's coming to save you. Get up!"

PART ONE ~ PART TWO

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Her thoughts were hazy; her head throbbing from the repeated blows. The blood that had trickled down her neck had dried and she could feel how matted her hair was around the wounds.

Her muscles ached, her skin was bruised and broken in more than one spot. The cramped trunk she’d been forced into and the bumpy ride had nearly crippled her. She’d tried to count the turns they took, the miles they raced across, but disorientation and fear had been too much to overcome.

Wrists and knees bound in scratchy, rough rope and eyes blinded by a scarf, Y/N was led from the car and dragged up a few stairs. She could hear a lock turn and the hinges of a door creak. Boots on a wooden floor; the heavy breathing of her captor.

The house was warm. Heat was pulsing up from hissing radiators and the smell hung heavy in the air, mixing with the stench of stale cigarettes and rotting trash. Still, she was grateful for the warmth. January in Indianapolis was freezing and the trunk hadn’t exactly been insulated.

“Where are you taking me?” she whimpered, cringing as the fingers around her upper arms dug into her flesh.

There was no answer.

“Please! Don’t do this. We can work something out.”

When she refused to take another step, she was yanked forward and thrown into another room. Her sneakers squeaked and she recognized the sound of cheap linoleum flooring under her rubber soles.

A kitchen. Knives. A backdoor, maybe.

She twisted against the tight hold. “Please, just let me go. I swear to god I won’t go to the cops. No charges pressed. Please. We can get out of this mess.”

The giant hand gripped her harder and Y/N groaned at the pain.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

A gruff voice shouted by her ear. “Shut up!”

She bit her tongue but refused to give up. “Let me go!”

With all of her strength, she pivoted to the right, shoving her elbow hard into the solid body behind her. She heard a pained grunt and the hand holding her released. She spun around the other way and tried to run, but it was no use. Still tied, her knees buckled and she began to fall.

The hands were back, yanking her harshly back onto her feet. She screamed and fist collided with her jaw. Sparks erupted in the blackness of her vision, pain spread across her face.

“Told you to shut up!”

Y/N held her breath and squeezed her lips shut.

Tugged forward again, she stumbled deeper into the kitchen and heard a door open. Cold air hit her face and she shuddered.

“Where are we going?” Tears soaked into the blindfold. “Please…”

Hands released her and Y/N teetered on the edge of what felt like the top of a staircase.

A basement.

She panicked.

“No, no, no!”

“I told you to shut the fuck up!”

His fist connected with her temple and Y/N fell. She counted four stairs before every sensation and thought vanished.

“You sure we should be doing this here?”

Y/N looked over from the edge of the bed at Jensen who was fixing his hair in the mirror. He was primped and picture perfect for a busy day at the convention. Tight black tee under a denim jacket, immaculately ripped jeans, and brown boots. Add to it all the longer hair and a beard- he looked a little too good.

He caught her eye in the mirror and smiled. “I do. I think this is the best place to do it.”

Y/N squirmed nervously and lifted her left leg onto her knee so she could retie her sneaker for the tenth time. Her engagement ring glimmered and she sighed happily at the diamond.

It was perfect.

He was perfect.

And yet-

“What if they don’t like me? Or they get mad, or-”

Jensen spun around and dipped his chin, looking at her with a stern gaze. “Then I’ll kill them. All of them.”

His voice had dropped to a deep, rough growl and Y/N laughed.

“OK, Dean.”

Jensen exhaled loudly and straightened up, returning to himself. He closed the space between them with two long strides and fell to one knee. He took her hand, the same hand that he’d held two weeks ago when he’d asked her to marry him.

“I promise,” he said softly. “They’re gonna love you.”

Her cheeks warmed and her tension eased.

“How can you be sure?”

Green eyes beamed as he smiled.

“Because I love you.”

Pain woke her.

Stabbing, white-hot pain that spread through the entirety of her left side. Though she couldn’t tell where it manifested from, several points along her body had made contact with the concrete floor and spikes of pain radiated from each one.

Her cheek was smashed against the frozen floor and her nose ached. Gingerly, she rolled onto her back. The scarf over her eyes had shifted a bit and she could see a faint stream of light surrounded by creeping shadows.

The air was frigid and damp, and smelled like mold. She shivered as the cold seeped through her thin clothing and into her soul.

Fear wrapped itself around her lungs and squeezed. Her breathing quickened, her sore jaw trembled. She tasted blood, felt every bruise, every splinter of bone. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the last twelve hours.

Late evening. The convention center. Walking from the loading dock to the back parking lot. Low hanging ceiling; giant yellow lights. Cars jammed in every spot. A dirty white van. A shiny black Explorer. An old gold Camry.

The Camry.

Something heavy hitting her head. Her ears rang. The warmth of blood oozed across her scalp.

She could feel the trunk closing around her, the thin upholstery. The stink of gasoline wrinkled her nose.

Her chest burned. Her throat closed.

She screamed.

“Somebody help me! Help!”

She thrashed against the ground; ropes still would tight around her wrists and legs.

“Help!”

Turning her face back to the concrete, she wiggled her forehead against the stone, pushing the blindfold up and away from her eyes. She blinked into the darkness and let out a hopeless cry.

The basement wasn’t big, but it was old and dark. Light streamed down from the door at the top of the staircase but she’d rather not have any.

Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, spiders lurked in corners, ghosts swept like cold breath over her skin.

“Please…” Tears flowed freely, dripping down her cheeks and onto the floor. She let go, sobbing into the darkness, lost and terrified. “Help me…”

The stage was bigger than she thought it would be; the curtains heavier. She stood off to the side, hiding in the wings while Jensen awed the crowd.

He really was something magnificent. With a tiny smile, he could captivate a crowd. One well-timed wink could send them to their knees, have them swooning and begging for more.

Y/N watched happily as he answered questions and animatedly told a few stories about his work on The Boys. He had a million stories and she would never get tired of hearing them.

She could feel the hour waning and nerves crept up her spine. She steadied her breathing and twirled the platinum ring on her finger. It was too big, she thought, but it didn’t matter. It could be a lump of camel dung and she’d love it. He’d given it to her.

Finally, Jensen cleared his throat and threw a glance over his shoulder at her. It was time.

“I’m sure most of you have heard the rumors,” he said, microphone clutched in his left hand. “So, I thought we’d put them to rest right now.”

The audience’s anticipation was nearly tangible. Hopeful silence rang through the room.

“If you’ll indulge me, I’d like to introduce you to my fiance…”

Right arm extended, Jensen gestured to Y/N and she took a deep breath before stepping out into the bright lights.

Her hands were numb. The skin around her wrists was bloody and stinging. In a panic, she twisted her hands, chewed on the knots, screamed through her teeth.

The desperate cries rang off the leaky stone walls and bounced back at her. She was sure that no one outside would be able to hear her, even if they weren’t in the middle of nowhere.

She had no idea, really, where she was. She did know that they had driven for a long while, and most of the journey had been on uneven, unpaved roads. Surely, they were well outside of the city and anywhere there might be neighbors nearby to hear her pleas for help.

Giving up and afraid of breaking her teeth on the knot, she rolled onto her knees and carefully shuffled over to the stairs. The wooden banister was old and unfinished, just bare wood hammered into place. She rubbed the rope against the edge, hoping to fray the strands and break free.

“What are you gonna do once you get those ropes off?”

Y/N froze and looked around, searching the shadows for the source of the familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“You got a plan?”

“What?” She squinted into the shadows but there was nothing there. She was alone.

“I said, do you have a plan to get out of here?”

“Who’s there!”

A deep, kind laugh. “You know who it is, Y/N/N. What you don’t know is how to get out of here.”

Her heart raced. She did know who it was, but she wouldn’t admit it. If she was hearing his voice, she was going insane. Or she was concussed, which seemed more likely.

Can you go crazy from that?

“Depends on how hard they hit you, I guess,” he said.

Y/N grit her teeth and tried to ignore him. She went back to work furiously rubbing against the post.

“Keep going, you almost got it.”

She sighed. “Go away.”

Another laugh, softer, under his breath. “You don’t mean that. You need me.”

Y/N groaned and kept at her task. Tiny specks of dust and fibers danced in the faint light and she picked up speed, forcing it harder into the wood.

The rope snapped before she could steady herself and she fell forward, smashing her forehead into the corner of the post.

“Fuck!”

Dizzy, she tore the broken twine away and sat back on her ass. She kicked her legs out and untied the rope around her legs. Finally able to move, she jumped to her feet.

The sudden movement was too much for her head and she fell onto the steps, palms crushing into the damp wood.

“Be careful…”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the phantom voice and crawled on aching hands and knees up the steep stairs.

Once at the top, she held her breath and pressed her ear to the door, listening.

If anyone was near, they made no sound.

Carefully, she stood up and grabbed the knob. Praying for release, she turned the brass but it caught halfway around. She turned it again and again hoping something would change, but it was locked.

“Hello!” She beat against the door, kicked it hard. “Help me! Hello!” Fists pounded, her throat tore. “Let me out!”

Someone on the other side kicked at the door and it rattled in the frame.

“Shut the fuck up!” he bellowed, scaring her even more.

Y/N jerked back from the door and felt all hope drain away as boots thudded across the linoleum and the lights went out.

To her surprise, the audience cheered. Smiles beamed up at her from the front row, applause washed over her.

Timidly, and with Jensen’s encouragement, she stepped up to the microphone stand and smiled.

“Hey, guys.”

Her cheeks were burning, her eyes squinting in the stage lights. She raised a hand to shield her face from the glare and looked out into the room. Every seat was filled and fans stood along the back wall. It seemed everyone at the con was in that room, watching Jensen give his big announcement.

She tried to take the mic but her hand was shaking terribly. Jensen came to her aid and pulled it from the stand. He kissed her cheek.

“You’re gonna be great,” he whispered. “They already love you, just go with it.”

Already, people were queueing up on either side of the stage, ready to ask a question should the lines be opened again.

“How’s it going?” she asked, receiving a loud cheer in reply. “Yeah, me too.” She laughed and took a shy step back. Her heart was racing, her lips hurt from smiling.

Jensen watched her with bright, loving eyes. He placed his big hand on her lower back and gave a gentle push.

His touch calmed her instantly. She turned to look up at him and everything else faded away. She’d be fine, he was with her. Always.

“Well, show them,” he said into the mic.

Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Go on…”

With dramatic, mock reluctance, she extended her left hand and showed off her new ring. It sparkled in the lights and the fans went wild.

She checked the door three more times. She twisted the knob until her palms were raw. She kicked at the wood until her legs ached.

In the darkness, she felt her way down the stairs and collapsed onto the floor. Her head was pounding and a sharp, unending ring blasted loud in her ears.

She lay on her right side, shivering and sweating at the same time. Her face was clammy and her eyes felt as if they were on fire.

“You have a fever,” he said. “That’s not good.”

Y/N turned towards the voice and gasped.

Leaning against the staircase railing was a ghost of her imagination, a handsome vision in a denim jacket and ripped jeans. Red flannel peeked out beneath the jacket and his pockets were full. His jaw was shaded with light stubble; his hair was short and fluffed upwards. His forehead was creased and he crossed his ankles and arms, staring down at her.

She shook her head but her vision wouldn’t clear. He was blurry but obviously there.

“Dean?”

He chuckled. “Who else?”

She sighed painfully and closed her eyes. “You’re not real.”

The apparition pushed off from the post and shrugged. “I’m more real than anything else you got right now. Who are you gonna talk to? That rat over there?”

She cringed. “What!”

He laughed outright and rubbed at the back of his neck. “You’re gonna have to toughen up real quick, Sweetheart, if you’re gonna get out of this.”

“There’s no way out of this.”

Dean crouched down, set his forearms on his knees, getting close to her. “There’s always a way out. You may not like it, but there’s always a way.”

Something caught in the back of her throat and she coughed hard. Violent pain erupted across her middle and she screamed, folding in on herself.

Dean’s worried hands floated over her body; his face contorted with helplessness.

“Hey. Hey! You’re OK. Just breathe.”

She coughed again and her limbs spasmed, twisting inwards.

“Hey! Y/N/N, come on.”

She imagined she could feel the heaviness of his hand on her shoulder.

“Shh… It’s a broken rib… or six. You’re gonna be OK.”

Her eyes were wide, her skin paled. “Can’t… breathe.”

“Hey, hang on… Stay with me!”

Another cough let loose a spray of crimson from her lips and Y/N’s eyes rolled back.

Dean’s voice echoed in her head and everything else faded away.

He kissed her on stage. In front of everyone. In front of a thousand cameras flashing and videos rolling. He kissed her hard, dipped her over his arm.

Y/N was embarrassed and thrilled and in love. It was hard to contain or sort through the emotions running through her, and when they walked off stage together, she started to cry.

Jensen spun around and bent down to reach her eye level.

“Baby, no… what’s wrong?”

She shook her head and tried to look away, but two giant hands framed her face and held her there.

“What’s going on?” he asked, green eyes flooded with worry. “Did I do something?”

She smiled and sniffled. “No. No, Jen, you didn’t. I’m just…” She took a shaky breath. “I’m so fucking happy.”

She took a shaky breath and lifted her head from the frozen concrete. The chill had entered her bones, chilling the marrow and numbing her digits. Her joints ached; the breaks in her body stung. She wiped at the dried blood on her mouth and tried to sit up.

It hurt too much to move.

“I’m thirsty,” she croaked. Her throat was raw and her voice crackled.

“You gotta get outta here.”

She growled. “Ya think? How?” She pushed up on one arm and glared his way.

Dean was standing in the dark next to the stairs. Hands shoved in his pockets; bottom lip tugged harshly between his teeth.

“I don’t even know where ‘here’ is!”

He sighed. “I know.”

“Or who they are!”

He pursed his lips, took a breath. “I know-”

“Or why the fuck I’m locked in a basement!”

Dean rolled his head on his shoulders, looking for answers on the ceiling. “That’s it.” He snapped his fingers and looked down at her.

“What’s it?”

“Why are you here?”

She rolled onto her ass and slowly tucked her knees to her chest. Every movement hurt, but it was better than freezing to death laid out like a ragdoll.

“I already said, I don’t know.”

He dropped his chin, narrowed his gaze. “Think.”

She shook her head. “I have no fucking idea.”

“They haven’t touched you,” he noted.

She scoffed. “Um… I don’t know if you recall that I’ve been bludgeoned and shoved into a trunk and beaten and-”

Dean held up his hand, surrendering and asking for patience. “I mean, they haven’t… touched touched you.”

“You mean like-”

“Yeah.” He scrubbed a hand down his face.

“So they’re not gonna like… rape me or anything. That’s good.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.” He scratched his head. “So why are you here? What do they want from you?”

Y/N shrugged and winced at a new found pain. Her neck was stiff, her spine tingled.

“Think!”

She startled. “I don’t know!”

“Think. What’s missing?”

“I don’t-” Her head hurt. Her vision unfocused.

“Come on, kid. Think.”

“My… my ring.” She reached for the diamond, but her finger was bare. “My ring is gone.”

Dean hummed. “Yeah. But what’s still here?”

She took stock of herself, struggling to remember what she’d worn that morning and what was left.

“My necklace,” she answered, touching her clavicle. “My jewelry. They didn’t take anything else.”

Dean came closer as he led her thought process along. “So, they…”

She swallowed hard. “This isn’t a robbery or anything. They don’t want to rape me. They… It’s got something to do with you.” She looked up into green eyes and a hard expression. “I mean, with- with Jensen.”

TO BE CONTINUED... Part Two

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Dinosaurs - Nerd!Miguel

Description: While studying together, you find out just how much of a nerd Miguel really is, but lucky for him, you like it.

Artist cred: tamspeaches on Twitter! S/O to @chrishy973 for the idea <3

The door to the study room is closed, the florescent lights above cold and flickering, the light wood table plastered over with finisher and study materials. The air conditioning is on, you can feel the cool air against your skin, hear the hum of it as it whirls and swirls around the room. And Miguel is talking, about something that is way out of your realm of understanding.

“So, once you splice the previously modified DNA together, you should in theory be able to create a hybrid with the best set of traits from each species. But what about the negative traits, right? Well, that’s why you have to make sure you look at each individual nucleotide base pair to ensure you weed out the defects.” Miguel says, waving his pen in the air as he talks, his notebooks open in front of him.

You nod, resting your head in your hand, your elbow up on the table as you listen and try to not zone out, his words going in one ear and out the other. “Okay yeah, got ya, makes sense.”

“And so that’s where they messed up in the new Jurassic Park movies, they didn’t look at the base pairs, they just tried to create the scariest dinosaur they could without thinking of the potentially defects.” He continues. “If I were to repeat that experiment, I’d start small, try to weed out the high levels of aggression in smaller dinosaurs—like the early Cretaceous Microraptor, it only weighed a few pounds—and then work my way up.”

Wait shit he’s talking about Jurassic Park? You definitely missed the part where he veered away from real science and into movie science.

“Sounds like they should’ve hired you.” You say with a smile, leaning forward to push his glasses up from where they had fallen.

Miguel seems to short circuit, blinking rapidly at you, his lips parted, his chest caught in the expanse of breath. “I um—yeah, yeah, I’d love to work there.”

He’s so handsome, and he’s wearing that blue shirt you like, the one that clings to him and shows off every inch of his well-defined upper body. The urge to grab his bicep surges through you, but you push it down.

Stop being a creep, y/n.

“It’d be so dangerous, though.” You comment, glancing down at your perfectly manicured nails to distract yourself from the Greek god before you. They were red, Miguel’s favorite color. He noticed them the second you sat down, actually took your hand in his and ran his thumb over the glossy surfaces. “Good thing it’s not real.”

Miguel’s brain reboots, and he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m sorry, sometimes I get carried away. I hope I didn’t bore you too much.”

You shake your head, leaning back in your chair. “No, no, I like hearing you talk about this stuff, you get so passionate and confident, it’s like a whole different Miguel.”

He deflates a little, and you sit up, your hand falling on his shoulder and squeezing. “Not that I don’t like you as you normally are, it just—you seem happier when you’re talking about all this nerd stuff and I like seeing you happy, sue me.”

His knee brushes against yours, sending butterflies scattering through your stomach as he turns away from you ever so slightly, facing his open laptop once more. “I like seeing you happy, too.” He says quietly, so quiet you almost don’t catch it.

You bite your lip to keep your smile from escaping and decide to let him keep his secrets as you go back to your homework.

Miguel O'Hara masterlist

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan

[holidaywishes]

a hard loss

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: uhm i don’t know if your requests are open i’m sorry if they’re not but i would love a fic where auston has like a really shitty loss and he’s pissed and you just get absolutely railed 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Warning: smut, really basic dirty talk, pretty self-explanatory I think 😊

Author's Note: This one was from an anon WAYYYYY back, so hopefully they find it and are still interested lol. I'm sorry it's taken so long but life gets in the way of things sometimes. Anyway! Here is this little fic. Enjoy! Also, part four of Hate Sex is finally up so find that and enjoy it, if you want 😜 <- you can tell how long it's been since I wrote this because Hate Sex part four has been up for a while now 😂

Fun Fact: I started writing this in the back of an Uber almost a year ago now and only had time to follow through with it now 😅, so I apologize for the long wait but hey! we got something lol.

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They made it to the playoffs again. But you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop because, well, it’s Toronto. It didn’t take long and Auston came over to your house in a fuming rage

“Okay, let’s take a breath before we break something” you said calmly when he flung open your door to let himself in

“Take a breath? Did you see what the fuck happened?” He shouted

“Honestly?” you winced, “no.”

“Seriously?!”

“I was working! I couldn’t watch the game,” you admitted, “I’m sorry. I heard it was rough though”

“Gee, thanks for the update”

“Auston, sit down,” you shook your head, gesturing to the sectional beside him. You understood why he was so worked up, they would always get so close before ultimately coming up short; you felt bad for him but you didn’t know what to say to make him feel better. “What do you need?” was all you could think to ask

“What?” he questioned, leaning his elbows on his knees and dropping his head to hands briefly

“I don’t know what to say to make you feel better so,” you continued, “is there something I can do?” He smirked as he corrected his posture, bringing you between his legs silently

“Oh there’s definitely something you can do” his smirk grew to a grin while his hands gripped your ass and his face buried in your chest. Of course, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes when his head was down.

Sex. It’s always that simple.

You placed your forefinger under his chin to lift it, catching his lustful stare once his eyes found yours. The moment was charged but you decided to take it slow, taking your time removing his shirt and kissing his neck as you undid the button of his pants, unzipping the zipper almost tauntingly. Auston had other plans. He tore off your shirt and nearly ripped off your fleece shorts before pushing you onto the couch; your eyes grew wide as his narrowed. He kissed you harshly as his hand pushed down your underwear and your body jerked toward him. He let his hand slowly move up your thigh while your breathing increased, your chest moving up and down at the sensation he was giving you. When you finally caught his eye again, you could tell from his smirk that this wasn't going to be a "romantic" night, it's not what he needed - this was all about letting off steam - so you grabbed his shoulders to pull yourself up onto his lap and took at least one small moment of sweetness before you were bent over the back of the couch. Your back arched as he pulled your hair and thrust into you quickly, his moans louder with each intense push while you gripped the couch to steady yourself.

“Fu-uck” you screamed out, voice catching as his thrusts grew harder and his hands moved from your hair to grab your hips. You felt his nails digging into your skin as you pushed back into him,

“You like that?” Auston said breathlessly as your moans turned to whines as you took all of him in, “take it, my little slut.” You weren’t one for dirty talk and neither was Auston, so his words took you a bit by surprise, leading you to attempt to turn your head to face him before he slapped your ass harshly; you let out a yelp coated in pleasure and his pace increased again once more. The sound of spanking echoed through your living room and Auston would continue his dirty talk, “fuck yeah, take my big cock you dirty slut”

“Fuck me,” was all your mind could come up with to say in return but it led Auston to grab your hair again and pulled your back to his chest, his hand then moved to your neck as the two of you moved in tandem, breathing harshly, before you looked into his eyes, hand lightly against his that was resting on your neck, “harder, daddy,” you finally said as you allowed his hand to tighten around your throat. You kept your eyes trained on him as best you could while he choked and fucked you from behind.

“That’s it, baby, keep looking at me,” he said with a smirk, his voice rough like a growl, “I want you to look at me as I make you cum.” His grip never got too tight around your neck which allowed your head to lob back onto his shoulder and your hands to reach back to his waist, keeping your bodies close so that the sensations of him inside of you could be intense for the both of you. Your eyes drifted away from his for a second and he tightened his grip around your neck and increased his thrusts just enough to grab your attention one last time, “I said keep looking at me.” Your pleasure grew more with each tug at your throat and each movement of your hips into his.

“Fuck,” you breathed, eyes still locked on his, “cum with me. Fuck, baby I’m coming.” Your eyebrows moved together as you struggled to keep your eyes on Auston as he requested and your moans took over as his grip around your throat tightened for a moment while he came inside you. He kissed your neck gently before kissing down your back and turning you around to face him, picking up his shirt along the way to wrap it around you as if to return to the gentle man you knew him to be

“Was that okay?” He blushed, holding your hands in his and you smiled shyly

“What do you mean?” you giggled, “of course it was okay, was it not okay for you?”

“I mean the words,” he clarified, “you know I don’t think of you that way right? Like a.. slut” his hesitation led you to place your hand on his cheek and kiss his lips softly

“I know, baby,” you smiled, “it was in the moment”

“I love you” he added, bringing you to sit on the couch as he kissed your shoulders and your cheeks

“I love you, too” you smiled, bringing his face to yours to kiss him slowly before thinking to yourself ‘maybe this was how losses should always be handled…’

[horuslupercal]

got asked on the Guilliman post so

How Primarchs Cry (To Me)

Lion: represses and represses and represses and then hides away in a closet squished into the corner like a cat on its deathbed but otherwise cries pretty normally. do not point it out to him. gets defensive if you point it out

Fulgrim: gets headaches from crying so hard. keeps a handkerchief nearby because his face gets all gross. at some point in every hardcore crying session he verbally says, "enough." because it annoys him

Perturabo: trying everything in his power to give off the vibe that he never cries. takes every breath very carefully to make sure it's silent, confidently strides off away from this shit (hides away), etc

Khan: is fine, is fine, is fine, and then he's laying in bed and suddenly has to bolt upright to cry into his hands because holy shit that's sure a wave of emotion. it's okay, it'll pass, but hooooly shit at this exact moment it hurts. doesn't want to be seen but it's not the worst thing in the world if he is

Russ: crawls under Freki and Geri like when they were pups and cries for a good while. at some point he rolls over and runs his hand over his face and then grabs one of his brothers around the neck for a wrestle session and he's either fine or he's fine enough to keep on keeping on

Dorn: goes to a private room, does the "I am in control of my emotions" like Spock in that one TOS episode, and then spins around and puts his fist through the wall. opens the door with a hole in the wall and his hair no longer perfectly coiffed and his face blotchy and red and tells you he wasn't crying

Konrad: either silently weeping or wailing like a banshee. never in between. he doesn't choose which.

Sanguinius: the only primarch who can pretty cry but only up to a certain level. at some point he starts screaming and wailing like a fox caught in a bear trap and doubling over in pain and his hair gets all stuck to his face

Ferrus: throws tantrums. doesn't collapse to the floor like a toddler but does start breaking things. makes fun of the reason for his upset -- the mid-funeral roast session in some au where Fulgrim dies pre-heresy would get him cancelled on twitter because it's the only way he can deal with something that shattering. I'm pretty sure I got that headcanon from @luwupercal actually

Angron: cries for all sorts of reasons. sometimes the nails make him cry, not because they hurt or because he hates them but just because they're directly fucking with his brain chemistry. that's the kind of passive cry where he's crying but it's not an event, it's just his tear ducts doing their thing. used to seek out comfort from his siblings in the pit when he was crying from emotion, now he flips tables and screams

Guilliman: an asthmatic pug caught in a plastic ring. gasping for air, sounds like he's being strangled, the works. sounds like he's dying

Mortarion: also sounds asthmatic, on account of the asthma. his tear ducts don't work right so he doesn't really "cry" so much as hyperventilate and occasionally dry heave

Magnus: the crying is what it is, the psychic crying is the real event. his aura gets real sticky and slow and sad, like syrup, and has a tendency to kind of. contaminate other people with his grief unless he specifically stops it from doing that. I feel like he cries when he's mad, too

Horus: sits down and covers his mouth with his hand and puts his elbow on his knee and cries like that. for some reason I feel like it's especially weird for the luna wolves to see him cry -- it's always weird to see your parent cry, but it's extra weird for them and I'm not sure why. horus sitting on a couch crying with his head in his hands and two luna wolves sending panicked looks at each other 👍

Lorgar: compresses/hugs himself so hard he can't breathe, digs his nails into his skin, etc. we saw in the first heretic that he makes himself physically uncomfortable about grief and that's really stuck with me tbh. doesn't really.... know how to cry without also being in physical pain about it

Vulkan: bows his head and weeps, standing right where he is. weirdly bad at being okay with his own grief specifically -- he'll comfort a brother without issue, but his own makes him feel on edge and sedentary and he needs to move and do something and not stand here being sad, he needs to take action, he can't let it be sticky and slow

Corvus: repression king. he can't cry right now he's too BUSY. fuck this shit. and then there's a trigger and he shatters like a popsicle bridge with too much weight on it. the year of isolation before his departure definitely involved a blanket burrito

Alpharius Omegon: how do they need to cry for this scenario?

[alazystranger]

Do you have any bottom Luffy Zolu fic rec? (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

At your service, anon!

spill your wine by The_Furthest_City_Light : this one had me in a frenzy. I stayed awake all night to bingeread it! A/B/O dynamics

There’s—a certain stance, maybe, or the way light hits his captain just right when he stands on the rail of the Merry, all sharp curves of jawline and the gentle slope of his neck and bare shoulders. The contrast of his dark hair and tanned skin. The swell of his calf, too, Zoro finds distracting. The artful leanness of his captain. In those moments Zoro’s knees go weak. He nearly drops his swords, he’s so overcome with it. Beautiful, he thinks, and he’s got no clue if it’s him or his alpha thinking it. Beautiful. We'd be so good to you.

Twice impaled by Sabbath(I_AKnownGay): short and yet so good

Luffy wants an ear piercing because that would be so cool and everyone would be so jealous. What follows is a long awaited encounter that neither Luffy nor Zoro expected on such a regular quiet day.

anything for you by grimsoul: you know just by reading the summary that this will be an amazing read.

“I’ll only hurt you.” Despite not looking at him, Zoro feels Luffy smile, a golden sun that rivals the silver moon of the night. His fingers run through Zoro’s hair, ghosting along his scalp, so devastatingly gentle. “You can never hurt me,” Luffy whispers into the wind. Into his hair. Into his heart. Zoro learns the overwhelming truth and crumbles down under the devastating weight of it; that Luffy will do anything for his first mate just as much as Zoro will do anything for his captain.

take it to hell by lulushishii: reading this was so much fun!

After Luffy and Zoro disappear from a feast, Nami, Usopp, and Brook go searching for them while the others continue to party. After finding themselves locked inside a treasure vault, they notice a secret window to the next room over, where Zoro and Luffy have no idea that their poor, tormented crew mates can see everything they don’t want to see through the viewing side of a two way mirror.

stay in this night with me by lucerile. porn with feelings, my beloved

His fingertip traced Zoro’s cheekbone and down to his jaw before he met Zoro’s fixed gaze. He didn't even blink. “You said you wanted to fuck me.” He stated it so matter-of-factly that Zoro laughed quickly. He sat up on his elbows and caught Luffy’s mouth with his, groaning into the kiss. “I do,” he breathed into Luffy’s open mouth, tasting tangerines on his tongue. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while, captain.” Zoro and Luffy finally get some alone time.

perfectly planned by threeswordorgy. one of the best first time fics of zolu out there imo. also, sometimes the overprotective brothers thing becomes cringy but not in this one! the ending to this is gold.

They're finally taking the next step- sneaking Zoro through the window while Luffy's brothers are out

a tale of two gods by grimsoul. wrapping up this rec list without having any zolu religious imagery fics in it would be a crime. this made me feel so insane /pos

“Ne, Zoro, come with me,” Luffy said, giggling, pulling him closer. “You’re going to be a part of my court.” Contrary to what most people believed, hell was a rather cold place. Zoro had been quite used to it, the lack of light, the vast glaciers, his body no longer as fragile as it was eons ago, and so a simple touch like this from Luffy, from the sun, made him feel like his flesh was scorched—melting away easily like winter in summer’s heat. They were close, so close that their foreheads were almost touching, and despite the burn of it, Zoro didn’t push him away. He smirked, his one eye glowing just as red as Luffy’s. “Don’t decide something on your own, idiot.”

hope you have a good time with these.

enjoy!!

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

DATE NIGHT

written December 14, 2023

a/n: I've read the first ACOTAR book in the series and a bit of the second book in the series. I immediately gravitated towards Azriel and of course wrote a blurb? one shot? About him and an oc. Her name is Ori, short for Aurora and she is the bastard child of Mr. Archeron. I picture her resembling Carmen Solomons the South African model. This thing in my head was inspired by the tiktoker ShannBailee. There's a video of her husband washing her hair and it was so sweet and beautiful to watch that I had to write something involving Azriel. I'm rambling. Enjoy.

Word Count: 3043

When Ori and Azriel decide to stay inside for date night, the Shadowsinger proposes a question that catches his mate off guard. 

“Can I wash your hair?” 

I stop detangling my hair turning to look at Azriel. He gazes down at me, honey brown eyes burning bright under faelight. I swallow, blinking slowly and open my mouth to answer, but the words die on my tongue. Azriel was well aware of my hair washing routine and often left me alone, not wanting to intrude on the vigorous and lengthy regimen I curated. Sometimes he would stay with me if we were deep in conversation, watching me detangle and coat my hair with various conditioners and hair masks. But wash my hair? The question caught me off guard. 

His mouth twitches, a faint smile appearing on his face. I realize I'm gawking at him and close my mouth, shaking my head. A flush creeps up my face and I turn back to the mirror playing with my ends. A trickle of cool air whispered against my skin. Black shadows grazes my shoulders in attempts to get my attention. I glance at Azriel through the mirror where he lounged on the bed, leaning back on his hands, legs spread. He blinks at me, tilting his head to the side waiting patiently for my answer.

“You want to?” I breathe. 

Azriel gave a nod, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands dangling in between his legs. 

“Are you sure?” 

Azriel chuckles quietly. “Yes. I’m sure.”  

I stare at him for a long moment before nodding my head. “Okay.” I note the way his eyes gleam with mirth, but don't comment. “I’m almost done detangling my hair. I’ll set up the bath when I’m done.” 

Azriel rose from the bed, walking to the vanity. He places his cold hands on my shoulders and bent down kissing the exposed skin. “You sit and finish with your hair. I’ll set up.” 

“Wait,” I say, holding his hand before he left. “You don’t know what products I use. I can show you—”

“I’ve seen you wash your hair several times.” 

“But—” 

Azriel brings my hand to his lips, kissing my skin. “I can figure it out, Ori.”

I watch him walk to the bath and after a few moments the sound of running water fills the room. I turn to the mirror returning to the section I was at and scoop a considerable amount of product into my hands, rubbing them together. I start from my scalp and run my hands down to my ends then comb my fingers through my curls making sure I remove all the knots. I crane my neck using my enhanced hearing to listen to what Azriel was doing in the bath, but his damn shadows. I can’t hear anything. 

“I can feel you staring.” Amusement laces his tone. I can feel it through our bond. I fix my posture responding to the bond feeling bashful. Azriel chuckles quietly and I smile fondly focusing on detangling my hair. 

+ 

The aroma of apples and water lily filled the air when I ease the door open. I peer around the door and find Azriel sitting on a stool hunched over with his hand in the water testing out the temperature. Bottles and jars of my hair products line the stone ledge of the bath along with a wide-tooth comb. I linger by the doorframe in awe of the set up. From my favourite candle lit on the other side of the bath, the light blue ceramic pitcher, to the goblet of red wine—when did he get wine, I thought in disbelief. 

“I told you I’d figure it out.” Azriel spoke. 

“How did you—” I struggle to find the words. Azriel smiles, big enough for his dimples to make an appearance, one very few got to see. 

He rose to his feet strolling toward me. I take a step back to look up at him, his large stature overwhelming my pixie-like height. Azriel takes my hand in his leading me toward the bath. He stops right in front of the pool of water and I admire the pungent fumes of apples and water lily.  

“Wow,” I gasp, gazing up at Azriel. “This is just—wow.” 

“The water is at the temperature you like.” 

I gaze up at Azriel lost for words at his attention to detail and begin to unwrap my silk robe. Azriel helps me out of the garment and assists me into the tub. I instantly sigh the moment my body descends into the water. It was the perfect temperature. Azriel sits on the stool beside the bath, thick, long legs spread open to accommodate his large size. 

I turn my body to the side, placing my forearms on the ledge of the bath gazing warmly at him. 

My stomach feels like it's full of butterflies fluttering around. I've always known Azriel was observant but this was…everything. Azriel picks up the light blue ceramic pitcher dipping it in the water, lifting it out when it was full. I wait for him to pour the water but he pauses for a moment leaning forward, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. My heart hums at the loving gesture. To the outside world, Azriel was distant and cold, observing the world from the outside looking in. But when it was only the two of us, he was gentle and loving; affectionate and doting.  

I face forward, sitting upright in the warm bath with my arms wrapped around my shins, gazing at the rippling water. Warm water trickles down my head splashing back in the bath. I feel my long cinnamon red curls flatten along my back as Azriel fills the pitcher again, pouring water on my head in efforts to rinse out all the product in my hair. He repeats the motion again and again, running his scarred fingers through my hair, kneading my scalp to get the leftover product. I watch him in silence as he worked, my mind buzzing like a bee. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” 

I watch Azriel pick up a bottle of cleansing shampoo, pouring the smooth paste into the palm of his hand. He rubs his hands together until bubbles form. I turn around to face him, holding the ledge and he combs his fingers through my hair kneading my scalp.  

“Nothing. It’s just…” I sigh as he began to scratch all around my head. My eyes nearly roll back to my skull at the pleasurable feeling. I am quiet for a couple of minutes revelling in pampering. Azriel stops to add more shampoo. “Why do you want to wash my hair? We could’ve done anything else for date night.”

Azriel lathers the soap onto the back of my head. A slight frown puckers between his brows in concentration. I bite back a smile, admiring his features. The elegant slope of his straight nose and refined tip, his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw. The way he bites his lower lip when he is lost in thought or a task. Light freckles dusted over his nose, giving him a boyish, youthful look, I always adored. 

“I don’t know…” he mumbles, lifting a shoulder. “I just wanted to do it.”

Azriel was a man of few words and it was an issue in our relationship we constantly worked on. I found it difficult to open up to people, even my sister Feyre sometimes when things became too much. But with Azriel it was much more than not talking about things. He kept it all bottled inside and I want him to feel safe enough to let whatever was going on in his head, out. It took us both a while to get comfortable enough to communicate our feelings. It didn’t mean we didn’t struggle with it daily. 

I stare up at him with round eyes. Azriel fills the pitcher with water pouring it over my head to rinse out the shampoo. He blinks at my silence peering down at me and I lean forward resting my chin on my arms, waiting for the rest of his answer. He gazes at me, golden brown eyes trailing over my face and hair. I lift my head feeling uncertain about what he was looking at and thinking about. Reassurance pulled on my heart, rippling through the bond. 

“How do you use this all the time?” he asks, referring to the pitcher. 

“I usually dunk my head in the water to rinse my hair. Using the pitcher all the time would take way too long.” 

Azriel chuckles quietly setting the pitcher back on the ledge. I giggle turning to the front and ease down to my elbows, tilting my head back submerging my long hair in the water. Balancing on my right elbow, I used my left hand to knead the remaining shampoo in my scalp out. A flush crept up my chest and the back of my neck feeling Azriel’s intense stare on my body. The water, though sudsy, barely covered my nakedness. I arch my back more and my chest hovers out of the water, the cool chill prickling my nipples to hard peaks.   

I swish my head from side to side before sitting up, feeling the warm water trickle down my back. Azriel’s eyes flickers up to my face at the last second. His eyes darkening and I can feel his desire reverberating through the bond. 

“What?” I ask softly, feigning innocence. 

Azriel licks his lower lip. “Turn around.” 

From the corner of my eye, I notice the gold goblet of wine. “Wait,” I said reaching for the glass. “I can’t forget about this.”

I sit on my backside holding the stem of the glass between my fingers. I take a sip of the cool red wine humming in content at the acidic and sweet tangy taste bursting in my mouth. Azriel scoops up my long hair, wringing out the excess water before letting it hang over the edge of the bath. He opened up a jar of my conditioner scooping out what I hoped wasn’t a considerable amount based on the size of his hands and runs his fingers through my hair. 

I sink deeper into the bath letting the water reach just above my chest as he repeats the motion, evenly distributing the product so that no strand is left untouched. Azriel rearranges himself on the stool grabbing the wide tooth comb on the ledge and sections my hair into four. I feel him hold the first section in his hands and the scraping of the comb against my ends. He combs my hair from the ends to my scalp, untangling any knots I may have missed when detangling my hair prior. 

We fall into our usual comfortable silence. Azriel taking his time to comb through each section of my hair and I sipping leisurely on the glass of wine. I never gave much thought on how intimate the act of washing someone’s hair was. The gentle attention and appreciation for your mate. The trust and vulnerability.

My stubbornness gets the best of me. I'm still not satisfied with Azriel’s answer. 

My mate kisses my temple breathing deeply and I lean into his touch before turning back around to face him. Azriel takes the goblet of wine out of my hand setting it down on the ledge and inclines forward nuzzling his nose against mine. I gaze up at him waiting for his next move. Azriel closes the distance between us, pressing his full soft lips against my own. My eyes flutter close, smiling into the kiss knowing he couldn’t go five minutes without touching me in some way. He pulls away not before kissing me again, this one quicker than the last. His hand lay on my knees rubbing small circles on my skin while the other grabbed the pitcher again, filling it up to pour water on my head. 

I play with his fingers, softly trailing my fingers against the intricate designs of his marred skin. It took some time to be able to touch his hands without feeling sadness through ripple through our bond. It was still an adjustment but slowly and surely, he was learning to like the scars. 

“Az,” I spoke. 

“Mm?” 

“Why did you really want to wash my hair?” 

Azriel pours the water on my head again and shrugs. I almost zap him with my powers. Sensing my impatience, a faint smile ghosts his lips. I open my mouth to protest but he speaks. 

“I watch you do your hair all the time,” he begins filling the pitcher with water.  “And I love how much time and effort you put into your routine.” I kiss his palm coaxing him to continue. “I’ll admit though, sometimes when you talk about your hair products and a new regimen you came up with, I’m looking at you, nodding my head as if I understand what you’re talking about but honestly, I don’t. I’m not listening.” He laughs when I squeeze his hand at the confession. Azriel pause and looks at me. “It’s not because I don’t want to,” he explained. “It’s because I can’t stop admiring you. Your hair is your expression, creativity, your freedom and I want to completely immerse myself in that part of you.”

Azriel returned to his task as if he said something so casual it didn’t require much thought. I shake my head. 

“Gods, you’re so frustrating.” 

Azriel stopps mid-pour. My response catching him off guard. 

“Why?” He frowned.

I scoff. “Because how could you be any more perfect.” 

Azriel rolls his eyes and continues to pour, shaking his head. “I’m not perfect,” he said flatly. 

I hold his other wrist, halting his movements and bring his arm down. I gaze in his beautiful hazel eyes. “You are to me,” I say strongly. “You’re perfect and thoughtful and loving and—” Azriel cuts me off with his lips on mine.  

I giggle leaning away from him, smiling when he purrs, chasing my lips. I indulge him closing the distance. The kiss deepens, Azriel licking into my mouth. My heart stutters at the fierceness of the kiss. Passion and devotion thrums through our bond as Azriel brings his hand up the back of my head, curling his fingers through my wet hair. I lean forward fisting his black shirt in my wet hands, desperate to feel his body against mine. A low groan escapes his lips sensing my desire and Azriel nips my bottom lip pulling away.

“You might take back those words when I’m done with your hair.” He breathed against my lips, amusement in his tone.

I grin. “So far you’re doing well for someone who doesn’t listen when I’m talking about my hair care routine.” Azriel growls playfully and the sound sent vibrations between my legs to my core. He leans back, the tips of our nose touching. 

“That’s all you took from what I told you?” He spoke lowly, carefully. 

“Yup.” I respond cheerfully, pulling away.

Azriel smiles, kissing my cheek before asking me to dip my head in the water again. 

“I think we should think about your hair care regimen.” I muse, rinsing my hair out. It feels so silky and smooth against my fingers. Azriel hums a response, pulling strands of hair out the comb. “Yes, so you can stop using my shampoo.” I arch my brow knowingly at him. His hair has been smelling like pears and roses lately. 

He grins, white teeth shiny and straight; dimples indenting his cheeks. It takes my breath away. 

“What do you suggest?” 

I sit up treading my hands through the soapy water. The tips of my fingers tingles with power surging through them. The soap in the water faded away becoming fresh and clean. I manipulate the temperature of the water making it a little hotter. Steam soon wafts in the air. Leaning back on my elbows again, I purse my lips in thought.  

“A hair mask to lock in moisture. Flying dries out your hair,” I say. “Oh, and there’s this conditioner for wavy hair I saw at the market the other day.” Azriel rinses his hands in the water and combs his wet hands through his dark hair. I sit up observing him. “Other than that, I just think you need a haircut.” 

“I thought you liked my hair.” 

I do like it. I love it actually. He had grown it out, thick waves falling just above his shoulders. I was accustomed to his low taper fade, thick waves falling above his hazel eyes. Long hair somehow made him look older, despite his boyish looks. I love playing with his hair when he snuggles up against my chest or helping him put half his hair in a bun before training. But I miss his short hair. 

“I do!” I promise, sitting up on my bottom. “But any longer and you’ll look like Cassian.” 

Azriel tips his head back and laughs. I join rising to my knees, reaching up to card my fingers through his hair moving the strands of hair that fell over his face.

“I’m done,” he said, golden eyes trailing down my exposed body, drinking me up. I shiver at his intense stare. He drags his gaze up to my face looking into my eyes and I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him close. Azriel’s arms envelopes around my small figure, not caring I am wet. 

“Thank you,” I murmur in his ear. 

Azriel pulls away reaching a scarred hand up to caress my cheek. I lean into his touch and his cool finger brush my lips. I take the tip of his thumb into my mouth, biting softly. Azriel’s eyes darkens and desire thrums through the bond. He lowers his lips to mine in another deep kiss. His lips were warm and soft, parting slightly allowing my tongue to slip inside. I press into him feeling his heartbeat against my chest. Azriel sucks on my tongue eliciting a whimper from my lips. He pulls away, breathing deeply against my lips. 

“You’re welcome, baby.” 

[second-axis-point]

Could you do a Joel Miller x male reader where he’s a little overly protective of the reader. At first the reader finds it cute like it’s nice his boyfriend is caring, but then it feels like Joel doesn’t think the reader is strong/capable. Reader comments on it and make a bet they could beat Joel in a fight and ends up pinning Joel to the ground. Reader proves his point and Joel figures out he kinda likes being thrown about by his boyfriend.

P.S: absolutely love your writing!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Protective!Joel, Reader can fight, Flirting, Joel likes being tossed around 😏

Sorry for the little hiatus! With the school year ending, my posts will be a little sporadic for the next few weeks. Absolutely love this concept and hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the request! 💙

Protective

As soon as you and Joel started dating you could tell that Joel was a little protective. He would stand in front of you if he sensed any danger whatsoever. He would glare at people who would dare to look at you. If you looked slightly upset with what someone would say to you, he would be right by your side in a second. At first you thought it was kind of endearing, cute even. But then it started to look like Joel thought you couldn’t do anything for yourself. You started to get frustrated when Joel started to speak for you. So you pulled him aside to talk to him.

“Y’know, I speak for myself right? Believe it or not, I learned to talk when I was a little kid.”

You try to lighten the mood a little but Joel just frowns. He crosses his arms and leans back against the wall of the alley.

“I know you can, it’s just that-”

He trails off. You furrow your brow.

“That what? That I can’t take care of myself? I can’t speak for myself?”

Joel looks away, looking sort of ashamed.

“I’m a grown man. I can fend for myself.”

You say indignantly. Joel looks back at you.

“I know you can. I just get nervous sometimes.”

The look on his face made you feel bad for bringing it up.You step closer to put a hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You take a moment to breathe before speaking.

“I know you worry. I get it. I worry about you all the time.”

You lift Joel’s head and he opens his eyes to look at you.

“But I promise you, I can take care of myself.”

Joel nods.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. You just tend not to fight unless you absolutely have to.”

You nod.

“Just because I resort to things other than violence when I can, doesn’t mean I can't fight.”

You explain to him. Joel raises his eyebrows.

“How ‘bout we strike up a deal.”

Joel starts with a smile on his face.

“We fight. Hand to hand. If you win, I’ll back off.”

You grin. You knew Joel would ease off of you just because you said something, but the offer sounded interesting.

“And if you win?”

You ask him. Joel leers at you.

“I guess we’ll see.”

Joel starts to walk away and you follow behind him with a chuckle. The two of you walk through the streets of Jackson and back to Joel’s house. He opens the door and the two of you walk in. You move to hang up your jacket, hearing Joel coming up behind you. You think nothing of it until Joel puts you in a headlock and starts pulling you away from the coat rack. 

You grunt before finding your opportunity to get out. You wrapped your leg around Joel’s calf, pressing your foot into the ground. It caught Joel off guard. He loosened his grip on you enough for you to turn around in his arms. You straightened your knee, bending Joel’s, and toss him to the ground. His arm was still around your neck when he went down so he pulled you down on top of him. You push yourself up onto your elbows as you look down at Joel. He looked flustered and he was breathing heavily. You laugh at his expression, lightly combing your hand through his hair.

“Nice try.”

You grin and push yourself to your feet, holding out a hand to help Joel up. He gets to his feet and looks at you. He still looked like you had ruffled his feathers. He simply walked away without saying anything, his ears bright red. Joel attempted to catch you off guard a few more times that night. The last time he tried was when you flopped down on the couch with your arms crossed and your eyes closed.

Joel kept his footsteps light as he walked over to the couch. He pounces on you, pinning your arms above your head. Your eyes snap open and you look up at him. You quickly bring your knee up to his chest, digging it into his sternum. He groans and pulls a hand away, letting you wriggle your hands free. You flip him onto the couch and pin his hands above his head. Instead of giving him space to do the same thing you did, you pressed your chest against his. He only struggled for a moment before submitting. He looked twice as flustered as he did before. You gave him a light smile before letting go of his hands. You sat up to look at the man below you.

“You alright, Joel?”

He took a second before responding.

“Uh. Yeah. Yeah I’m alright.”

Joel stuttered over his words for a moment. You laughed.

“It kinda looks like you enjoy being thrown around a little.”

You say to tease him. He flushes and avoids your eyes.

“Holy shit. You do like it!”

You say with a grin. He pushes you off of him and sits up as you laugh. You pull him closer to you and put a hand in his hair.

“Aw, it’s okay. Your secret is safe with me.”

He shuffles closer and you laugh again. Joel likes being tossed around a little.

I’m sorry if this is a little off. I’m a bit distracted lately. 😅

[d8nielaa]

jason asking reader to be their girlfriend? 🤭

Authors Note: yes anon! right away anon! some good ol' jason fluff

Will you be mine?

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader

The game had wrapped up earlier than expected, and most of the cast had dispersed, either heading home or to grab some food. But Jason Schmidt had stayed behind. He was leaning against a wall, his hands stuffed into his pockets, watching the last streaks of daylight fade away.

You had stayed behind too, wanting to get a few extra moments of peace before heading back to your place. It was rare that you and Jason got any quiet time alone. There was always something going on with the cast or other things that pulled him away, but tonight it was just the two of you, your voices echoing in the room.

You were sitting on the chair, legs stretched out in front of you, scrolling through your phone. Jason glanced over, watching you for a moment with a small, half-smile tugging at his lips. He’d gotten used to the way your laugh lit up a room, how your presence made everything feel… warmer, easier. It made him feel a little bit braver too.

"Hey," Jason called out softly, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to where you sat. You looked up from your phone, smiling at him.

"Hey," you replied, patting the spot next to you on the next chair. "You staying out here all night, or what?"

Jason shook his head with a grin, sitting down next to you. "Nah, just didn’t feel like rushing off. You know how it is, sometimes you just gotta catch your breath."

You nodded in understanding, appreciating the quiet moment with him. It wasn’t often you got time alone, just the two of you—no teammates, no distractions, just this stillness that was almost… comforting. And there was something about it tonight. Something that felt like everything was aligning, even though you couldn’t exactly put your finger on why.

The air felt different, like it was holding its breath too.

After a few beats of silence, Jason turned to you, his face suddenly a little more serious. You raised an eyebrow, curious. He wasn’t looking at you the way he usually did—joking, laid-back Jason. This was different. You could tell something was on his mind.

"Uh, so…" he started, voice a little rougher than usual. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous habit you’d noticed over time. "There’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you."

You tilted your head, waiting patiently, sensing the shift in his demeanor. "What’s up?"

Jason shifted a little, his hand pulling out of his pocket, fingers tapping against the side of his knee. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts, his eyes flicking between your face and the ground as he tried to figure out how to say it.

Finally, he let out a breath. "Look, I know we’ve been hanging out for a while now… and we’re kinda just doing this ‘thing,’ right? Like, we’re friends but—" He cut himself off, then shook his head with a little laugh, running his hand through his hair. "This sounds stupid, huh? God, I’m terrible at this."

You chuckled softly, nudging him with your elbow. "You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad."

Jason smiled at you, but there was something vulnerable about the way his eyes softened. “I’m serious, though. I think… I think we’re way past the ‘just friends’ stage, y’know?” His voice was quieter now, a bit more uncertain, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I mean, I don’t want to mess this up, but I really like you. Like, more than I’ve ever liked anyone. And I just… I guess what I’m trying to say is…”

He paused, and for a moment, the two of you just sat there, caught in the tension of the moment. He was always so confident on the field, always sure of himself, but with you? He was a little bit out of his depth, and it made your heart race in a way that felt a lot like adoration.

“You want to know what you’re trying to say?” you asked softly, meeting his gaze.

Jason looked at you, his cheeks flushing just a little bit, and then nodded.

"Yeah," he said, his voice quiet but strong, like he’d finally found his courage. "I want to know if you’d be my girlfriend." He looked at you, the words out there, his heart practically pounding in his chest as he waited for your response.

Your mouth opened slightly, taken aback by the suddenness, the sweetness of the question hanging in the air between you two. Jason looked almost nervous now, his hands fidgeting at his sides. He had a small smile tugging at his lips, but you could tell he was anxiously waiting for you to say something.

"Jason…" you started, the word feeling a little more like a sigh than anything else. Your heart was fluttering, caught somewhere between joy and the sudden weight of everything he was offering. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

Jason winced a little, a little laugh escaping him at the obviousness of your question. "Well, yeah, I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I didn’t want to screw it up, but I know I’m not always good with words… I just really like you, and I want this. I want you."

For a moment, you couldn’t help but stare at him, feeling that giddy rush wash over you. You had no idea how long you’d been waiting for this moment—the way Jason had slowly crept into your heart, the way his quiet admiration had grown into something stronger.

And now here he was, asking you in the most Jason Schmidt way possible. Awkward, sweet, and totally real.

You grinned, your heart swelling, and without hesitation, you leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek, your lips lingering for just a second. "Of course I will, Jason."

His whole face lit up in an expression of surprise, like he hadn’t expected you to say yes, even though he had to know he was everything you’d ever wanted. A big, goofy grin spread across his face as he exhaled a relieved laugh.

"Really?" he asked, a little disbelieving, but his voice was full of excitement. "You’re not messing with me, are you?"

You shook your head, your eyes sparkling with affection as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "Nope. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me. You just took your time."

Jason chuckled, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close. “Guess I was just waiting for the right moment.”

“And now it’s perfect,” you said, your voice soft as you snuggled into his side, content and giddy all at once.

Jason’s heart swelled with happiness, the quiet joy of having you by his side finally feeling real in a way he hadn’t expected. “I’m glad I asked then.”

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Authors Note: im seeing wicked again with my gf !!!!

[khazadspoon]

A little something, maybe gen maybe slash, between Rowdy and Jesús because I suddenly had them on my mind this morning.

———

“Jesús?”

He shifted on the bedroll, head turning on the saddle beneath it as he craned his neck to glance at his companion for the last couple of days.

“Yes, señor Rowdy?”

Rowdy was a shadow in the midnight gloom, just a sliver of moon and a few stubborn stars poking through the layer of cloud in the sky. “You ain’t going to ever just call me a rowdy, are you…” It wasn’t a question. Jesús smiled to himself and shook his head, hoping Rowdy saw it. “Guess it’s alright. But, ‘soos, why d’you stick around? You’ve got enough to help your ma out now, and she’s doing well, you could go home and- and settle down, y’know?”

He thought for a moment, taking in the curious tone of Rowdy’s voice and the huddled form of him under the blankets. It was a chilly night and they had set their rolls close to fight off the chill as best they could.

“Because I like it out here,” he answered after a long pause. “Wide open spaces, beautiful skies, horses that listen to me… it’s peaceful. A man can forget himself here and still keep what makes him himself.”

It was Rowdy’s turn to pause. He turned on his side, pale cheeks and bright eyes the only part of him not tucked under blankets or his hat. Jesús turned on his side as well and propped himself up on one elbow.

For all his attitude, all the times señor Favor had chewed him out for impulsive actions and angry words, Rowdy did a lot of thinking. He spent long hours on his horse with a contemplative look on his handsome features, often visiting the remuda just to talk to the horses about things he didn’t talk to the other drovers about. Jesús did his best not to pry, finding something to do to keep distance, but he heard snatches of worry and almost philosophical musings on the state of the world.

“Do you…” Rowdy paused, swallowed thickly, scratched at his cheek in the way he always did when he was nervous. “D’you think you’ll stay out here forever?”

Jesús smiled and watched as it caught on Rowdy’s face too. “Not forever. A while, yes, because I am young and there is a lot of life to be lived. Things to see, people to meet, perhaps even a love or two to have and lose.”

That got a chuckle as he knew it would. “Think I’ve had more than my fair share of that…” another scratch of his cheek. “I ain’t got much to go home to. Ma gets on fine without me, no sweetheart to worry about. I guess… it never felt like home after the war. It didn’t fit. Or maybe I just didn’t fit it. I came back like some lost child looking for family in a stranger.”

He shuffled closer, dragging his saddle so they could lean close like boys on a camping trip. Their knees bumped through their blankets. “The world is a strange place, señor Rowdy, and God works in many strange ways. Sometimes the places we are born and the people we are born as aren’t the ones we are meant to die in or as. I think that’s is what drives men to be vaqueros. We are nudged out of the door and onto the plains and prairies to find ourselves.”

Rowdy smiled softly at him, tucking the blanket under his chin. “You sure are a romantic, Jesús.”

He shrugged and smiled back, fingers idly plucking at the edge of Rowdy’s blanket. “I’m a lot of things.”

“All of them good,” Rowdy said lowly, the words almost a breath. “C’mon, we should at least try and get some sleep. No use trying to buy horses if we can’t see ‘em straight.”

Jesús let go of Rowdy’s blanket and shuffled the blankets back up around himself. “Goodnight, señor Rowdy.”

“G’night, ‘soos.”

[thetragicallynerdy]

work in progress wednesday - three months post-rescue

“Hijo de puta –“

Jim’s snarled curse has Oluwande running the last few steps onto the deck, his heart suddenly racing. How did he miss an attack, did a ship sneak up to raid them, how –

He sees Jim and stops short. They are fighting. But it’s just Ivan, who’s caught them in a big bear hug as Jim tries to wiggle free. Pete and Lucius are watching, while Roach lounges nearby with Jim’s hat over his face, snoozing in the bright sun. Everything is calm. No one is freaking out.

With a victorious cry Jim elbows Ivan in the gut and wiggles free. They dance back out of reach, laughing at the way Ivan grabs for them.

“Wily little shit,” Ivan pants back, and if it weren’t for the massive grin on his face Oluwande might be worried.  “Your elbows are too fuckin’ pointy.”

“Verified weapons in their own right,” Lucius calls, scribbling something in his book. Or maybe sketching, from the way he keeps eyeing Roach. “Their knees are, too.”

Oluwande’s heart rate starts to slow. He rubs a hand against his chest, willing the tightness away, and stays just out of view.

“I’m coming for you next,” Jim threatens, never taking their eyes off Ivan. They’re settled in that loose, easy stance, and when Ivan lunges forward to swipe at them again they duck out of his way, batting his hand aside. And then it’s a flurry of quick blows between them – none hard enough to do damage. That had been Roach’s rule. ‘Hurt Jim after we just fixed them and I’ll hurt you’. Or something like that.

“Sure you are,” Lucius snorts. “I’ll just cry and you’ll stop. You’re a pushover now, Jimenez.”

Jim turns and starts towards him, voice rising in a curse. Ivan takes the opening, lunging in to wrap Jim in another hold before they can make it more than three steps. Lucius laughs, Jim curses, and the spar turns into a wrestling match.

Oluwande slips onto the deck when Jim’s back is to him, finding a seat beside Lucius and Pete. Somehow Jim is wrapped around Ivan’s neck now, clinging to his shoulders and threatening to cut his head off. There’s no knife in their hand. Ivan is threatening right back, something about a disembowelment.

“Oh, hey.” Lucius smiles at Oluwande as he settles, then goes back to his drawing. Sure enough, it’s Roach, long limbs stretched out and sun dappling on Jim’s hat that covers his face. There’s one of Pete too, mouth open as if arguing, and a few tiny, blurry ones of Jim and Ivan fighting. “Come to watch?”

Oluwande shrugs. “Sure.” When Lucius and Pete both give him a look he sighs, and lowers his voice so Jim won’t hear. “Heard Jim yell. Got worried.” He smiles as Ivan and Jim tumble to the ground. “They seem fine, though.”

Lucius eyes him. “They do. And you?”

He knows what Lucius is asking. It must be so bloody obvious how much he’s worried about them. He feels like a mother hen, sometimes, always hovering. But he’s trying. Neither of them are ready to retire. So they have to figure out a way to live with the risk that this life will always carry.

“Getting there.”

In the middle of the deck Jim and Ivan finally separate. They bump fists, then Ivan sprawls in a patch of shade and accepts the cup Fang hands him. Jim finally notices Oluwande. The way their face brightens sends warmth spreading through every part of him.

Jim wanders over and plops down beside him. Limbs loose, sweat shining on their cheeks and collarbone. They’re starting to gain back the weight that they lost.

“Hey,” they say, grinning and shaking sweaty hair out of their face. “Thought you were going over maps.”

Oluwande stretches out his feet and rests one against their calf, smiling back. “Finished a few minutes ago. Came to see the show.”

“Oh yeah?” Jim curls their hand around his ankle, two fingers and thumb warm against his skin. “Just in time to see Ivan lose?”

“It was a bloody tie!” Ivan protests from across the deck. “We both agreed!”

“Hey, that’s what you said hombre, I never agreed!”

Ivan makes a grumbling noise and gives Jim a rude gesture. “Rematch tomorrow?”

“Sí, sí. I’ll kick your ass, man.”

“Sure you will.”

Jim laughs and turns back to Oluwande. Their face turns sly. The grip on his ankle turns into a caress. “So if you’re done with the maps now… ¿Quieres ir a tener sexo?”

His heart beats a little faster in a good way, this time. Oluwande nods, a foolish grin spreading across his face. “Absolutamente.”

Jim clambers to their feet and holds out a hand for him. “Vamos entonces, guapo.”

“You know we understand enough Spanish now to know when you’re going off to fuck,” Lucius says drily. “You don’t have to hide it.”

Heat rises to Oluwande’s cheeks as he lets Jim pull him to his feet. They’re getting strong again. “Yeah, well, maybe we like to pretend that not everyone knows all of our business, okay?”

“Mhm, sure you do. Have nice sex,” he sing songs. Pete starts laughing beside him.

Jim rolls their eyes and pulls Oluwande towards their cabin. "Idiotas."

The door shuts behind them, and they turn and pull him into a kiss - and he forgets all about the worries of before.

(AN: this is part of a longer WIP that's a follow up to a ficlet in which Jim gets captured by the british and tortured a little. It's a lot of healing and h/c. And will hopefully be done soon!)

[limetimo]

This is one of my reoccuring themes dreams

I'm at home, my dogs find an animal that looks a lot like a baby goat but of not oh boy it's NOTa goat at all Holly duck. For some reason my old high school classmate is obsessed with this abomination, she's crazy okay, threatening me bodily harm if i don't let her have her 'baby', and im pretty sure she did hurt me in some of these dreams before.

this time it was a bit different; my sister was visiting. My sister is often my dreams now so that wasn't strange. But that wasn't the beginning of the dream; i was home alone, very bored, looking for a thing to do, a movie to watch. In this dream we had some alexa-type ai installed, though i needed a little remote control to authorise its actions. The remote was in the kitchen, next to my brothers headphones/airpods. I turned on the tv and asked not-Alexa to like, pick a movie for me from our downloaded collection. As the tv screen was having difficulties I looked to the ceiling. There was a rope? Stretched from side of the room to the other hanging there s but like clothing line or birthday banners. My dogs were going crazy at it, and i noticed there was something crawling inside the rope. Eventually the rope snapped and the thing appeared to be some sort of a squirrel? Max caught it in his mouth by the neck; it appeared to be something wombat-like with big, almost pregnant-like belly. it's neck wasn't snapped so i was like ey boy let's bring it outside and let it go. despite previously being the dead the night now it was a very pleasant sunny day. My sister was there now, just coming into the Garden. The Wombet thing scurried to the water pond, where it proceeded to get stuck in some sort of white sticky filter; also it was a májka the size of my whole hand. My sis and i were watching it crawl across the small pond, then the baby goat abomination (which may have been the wombat previously too?) ate it with its too-human shaped teeth. sis was like 'bro what the duck' and i was like 'yeah that's. That's something that happens sometimes oh duck the crazy girl is already here. Stay away from her okay??' Umm she also made a joking comment about the No goat looking a lot like a spider. i went down the hill following the goat abomination to meet the crazy classmate who was um i think she stained me in the neck with a syringe the size of an elbow? Whatever the effects were they didn't last long because i came to and she was hugging the fucked-up not goat crying and it a god life or whatever. My real animal goats were milking around with caution. Sis came to see what was going on i was like 'stay back' and she was like 'did [crazy classmate] ever hurt you before?' And i was like. Um. No. Couse i didnt want sis to worry too much. Crazy classmate got on her knees and folded herself the ducked up goat in emotional despair and then o woke up. It's 11PM i have to go back to sleep but in not going to like it

what does this even mean,,

i must have had a dream about this sucked up goat at least once maybe twice for me to remember it

We were friends and parted on good terms with the friend, the last time i heard she was doing ok, why is she like this when i dream of her

I had a cake with mascarpone, cheeses are said to cause more drama can that be it??