#them trusting eachother so much they completely forget the other one right there

[losver07]

sirius "sorry have i disassociated?" black and remus "didn't even notice you were here" lupin (they've been sitting together for two hours)

[surielstea]

Glazed Over Eyes

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader takes care of a very drunk, very clingy Azriel.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol | Fluff

1.9k words

The Inner Circle had gone to Rita’s. I had opted to stay at home with Amren— saying that she couldn’t be trusted to watch Nyx alone as my excuse instead of going to the pleasure hall, besides, I’d much rather be silently doing puzzles while listening to the music coming from beside the bank of the Sidra with the windows wide open.

Feyre and Rhys had come home with pink cheeks, nearly forgetting they shared a house with others, Rhys trying to mount his mate right in front of us. Amren banished them to their room with an annoyed look before returning to the nearly complete puzzle we only started an hour ago.

A moment later, Cassian is stumbling into the room with his arm hooked around a very sober, very annoyed Nesta. She lugs him behind her, he seemed too drunk to fly so they're most likely crashing here for the night. My brows crease when I notice my mate not following in after them. Azriel was hesitant to leave me here in the first place, not wanting to go to some kind of party without me there for him to retreat to when things got too loud. I encouraged him to go, to have fun. I was now worried he was having too much fun.

"Hey Nes?" I call before they can disappear down the hall. She turns to me with creased brows and tired eyes. "Hm?" She asks. "Do you know where Az is?" I ask worriedly, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, she pales and looks at Cassian who is oblivious to everything but her. "Azriel?" She snaps her fingers in his face and he blinks, waking from his stupor. "Uh, last time I saw him he was cradling a whiskey bottle so it's anyone's guess." He says and I square ny features. "That's reassuring," I whisper. "Sorry, I didn't know I was on babysitting duty for both Illyrians." Nesta sighs as if she's truly let me down. "It's fine, take care of Cass. I'll check Rita's." I wave her off and she nods in thanks. "If you can't find him let me know, I'll help you." She gives me a soft expression and I give her a carefree smile. "Will do." I nod at her, knowing damn well I would be too busy panicking to ask anyone for help if I couldn't find him. She nodded and left down the hall with the huge male draped over her shoulders.

"Sorry Amren, I'll be back," I say, walking towards the front door. "Go, girl. Gods know he's probably found himself in a jail cell by now." She grumbled and I pale. "Comforting, thanks," I mutter before slipping out the door.

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Rita's was abnormally loud tonight, or perhaps it was just my lack of intoxication. My brows crease as I scan the pleasure hall for my mate, pulling at the bond connecting us and getting an overwhelming amount of attention back, more than a tug— a pull, towards him.

I don't hesitate to follow the golden tether, leading me right towards the bar.

I spot a familiar head of blonde hair, the girl flirting with the bartender as my mate lays his head down on the bar top.

I push past the crowd, eager to get over to them— shoving drunk males off of me until I finally reach the duo. Mor didn't notice, busy making seductive eyes toward the bartender. I tap Azriel's shoulder and he groans. "I have a mate." He waves me off and I roll my eyes. "I know," I say, he whips his head up and looks at me— eyes widening as he recognizes me. "I'm a genie." He smiled proudly and my brows twitched toward eachother, entirely confused at his giddy behavior. "I wished for you to be here, and now..." He searches for the right words in a long pause. "And now you're here." He finishes and all I can do is blink, bringing the back of my hand to his forehead. "How many drinks did you have?" I tilt my head and he smiles knowingly. "Just one, plus a few more." He shrugs innocently and I release a sigh. "You're drunk." I frown and he scratches the side of his cheek, staring at me blankly.

“I’m not—” hiccup. “Drunk.” He finishes and I arch a brow at him, my stare incredulous. “You’re also not a good liar.” I chastise and he glowers at me, setting his empty glass down on the bar and turning to me fully. “I’m the shadow-master, it’s my job to lie.” He crosses his arms over his chest and I need to refrain from my giggle threatening against my lips. “You’re the spymaster,” I correct and his expression falls.

“Whatever,” He brushes me off. “Words are dumb anyways.” The male grumbles and I laugh at his attitude. His cheeks flush pink and something tells me it’s not due to the alcohol. “You’re so pretty,” He murmurs dreamily and I roll my eyes. “Can you kiss me please,” His hands find mine, pulling me closer with a yearning look. “You’re drunk.” I remind and he groans, head going up to the sky before coming right back down to me. “Drunk on you.” He states as if that makes him any more sober.

I release a soft sigh, rising onto my toes and press a gentle peck to his lips. As I back away he looks at me with a glaze over his eyes, a dumbfounded smile coming to his lips. “That felt good.” He mused and I shook my head in disbelief, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to support him as I dragged him away from the bar and towards the exit. “Bye Mor!” I call back but I doubt she heard me, doubt she even noticed I was there with the way she was talking to the bartender.

Shadows swish around the both of us, causing the crowd to part a path for us, in fear of the shadow singer who, little did they know, was too inebriated to even think about harming anyone.

I lug him out of the bar. “Can’t fly,” He mumbles. “I know,” I pat a hand on his chest reassuringly. “Will you throw up if I winnow?” I look up at him and he takes about three seconds too long to answer. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out.” He shrugs. “Okay just, don’t do it on me,” I instruct and he nods dutifully.

I winnow us back onto the lawn of our house, Azriel’s knees buckling and his hands coming down onto them, leaning over as if he was about to hurl. “You okay?” I press a hand to his back and he nods eagerly, trying to convince himself. I comb his hair back, shadows swirling around the both of us until he’s fully recovered.

Slowly, he stands back up to his full height and drags his feet as we walk up the porch to our house, his arm around my shoulders yet again as he leans most of his weight onto me, wings just barely hovering above the floor as I open the door to our home, pulling him in with me.

“Let’s get you some water,” I say, leading him over to the kitchen and settling him down on a barstool. He sits unstably, staring at me with a stony look. I cautiously back away, afraid he’d tip over without my support, then walk into the kitchen. His eyes follow me with every step I take, shadows swirling around my legs and through my hair.

“Have you always been this pretty?” He asks unprompted, I flush, flicking my eyes up to him as I pour him a tall glass of water. “You’re like, ultra-beautiful—” His words are cut off as he topples over off his chair and crashes down onto the floor.

I pale and set the glass down, rushing towards him and falling to my knees beside his body. He chuckled as he stared up at the ceiling, making me more worried than I should have been. “Are you hurt?” My hand comes to his cheek, scanning for injuries. “From when I fell from heaven?” He raises a brow at me curiously. “From when you fell off your chair.” I correct and he blinks slowly. “Uh,” He mumbles like he has to think about it. “I don’t think so.” He uttered and I giggled, now that I know he was okay. I help him sit up, grabbing the water from the counter and handing it to him.

“I didn’t take you for a clumsy drunk,” I look at him quizzically. “The spymaster is a very quiet, very precise male.” He speaks in the third person. “And very, very, very sneaky.” He adds with a hiccup and I shake my head, making sure he drinks every last drop of the water I gave him.

Once he’s finished I take the glass and help him up. Placing the glass in the sink, he drapes his arms over my shoulders, my hands coming to his forearms as most of his weight now relies on me. “C’mon, you big baby,” I grunt as I haul him towards our bedroom. “Not a baby.” He reminds me like I’ve forgotten. “Sure,” I mumble, pulling him into our room and shutting the door behind us.

He makes the rest of the journey to the bed himself, flopping down onto it. “No sleeping yet,” I grab him by the collar and pull him back upright, beginning to undo the ties of his clothes. He helps me with the undressing, shucking off his leathers as I walk over to the armoire and find a pair of lounge pants, tossing them at him.

He hums a soft tune to help him focus as he pulls the pants up. I wander into the bathroom, open the cabinet, and find a tonic to help with headaches, issued by Madja. I walk back into the room to find him beneath the covers, already half asleep.

“Az,” I call, and his humming halts, head raising to look at me. “This is for the morning okay?” I hold up the small vial and he nods with a soft smile. “You take such good care of me,” He sighs as I climb into the large bed beside him, his arm immediately snaking around my waist and pulling me into him. “I have to return the favor somehow.” I smile up at him, brushing his dark hair from his forehead. “Thank you.” He mutters. I can only nod in reply. He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, then he pulls me upward and nuzzles his nose into my shoulder, pressing soft kisses there as well.

I comb my hands through his hair with a nurturing intent. Shadows settle around us, disappearing into the floorboards and corners of the room. Azriel releases a soft sigh of contentment at the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, my warmth consuming him. “Love you.” He murmurs tiredly. “Love you too,” I whisper back, and then his breathing steadies out as if that’s all he needs to hear in order to fall asleep.

Sleep swallowed him entirely, and once I know he’s cared for and safe, only then do I allow myself to fall into a slumber of my own.

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[antiquepearlss]

The day of Varian’s return to Corona to complete the final trial, Hugo contemplates his guilt, and has a less than pleasant interaction with his best friends brother.

Or- I took this post and expanded it. I love scary Eugene.

Heavy footsteps were the only sound in the vast, empty halls of the palace. But, with the glittering gold and shining opulent decor, it felt like the walls themselves were screaming at Hugo. Portraits of kings and queens glaring down at him in disgust, ornate gold trimming sneering at him from their place along the walls, and fancy end tables draped in rich satin cloth jeering him.

However, the noise of the palace hadn’t drowned out the noise in his mind.

Hugo’s mission had almost come to an end, his journey- Varian’s journey, was almost complete. The final trial was in Corona, conveniently located below the palace, because the universe seemed to hate Hugo. 

Because of course, he would have to betray the one he loved most in this world, in his own home.

The thought of betraying Varian already formed a pit in his stomach, a black hole of dread that threatened to swallow him whole if he thought about it too much. And he did. But it always spat him back out whenever he saw Varian’s big blue eyes and dorky smile. 

Varian just had a way of making him feel better, making him forget his troubles, even if for a moment. Even if every time Varian brought him out of that pit of dread, the guilt made him fall even deeper next time.

But not only did betraying Varian feel like a horrible, life-ruining task; but betraying Varian in Corona’s Palace felt like a life-ending task.

Because Varian was something he wasn’t.

Varian was loved. So very loved.

Hugo would probably never forget the way the princess's eyes lit up- both literally and metaphorically- after seeing her baby brother for the first time in over a year. The way she picked him up and spun him around giggling, the two of them on the verge of tears. 

Hugo would probably never forget the way Varian and his father had embraced so tightly and lovingly, how Lance had picked him up into a bone crushing hug, how the two girls had playfully hit him in their own show of affection. How even a group of smelly criminals in a seedy bar had hugged Varian after his return.

But Hugo knew, that he definitely wouldn’t forget the way that Flynn- no- Eugene had hugged Varian. He hugged so lovingly, a hug of two brothers who adored eachother. Only to lock eyes with Hugo, and shove Varian behind him in a protective manner.

He was protecting Varian. He was protecting him from Hugo.

He would never forget because it hurt. He would never forget, because Eugene had every right to do that.

No matter how much the princess and Varian had scolded him, daring to call him a hypocrite, no matter how much Eugene attempted to treat him with positive indifference; Eugene wouldn’t trust him.

And he shouldn’t.

The guilt and self-hatred gnawed at the former(?) thief as he wandered aimlessly down the halls. He didn’t know where he was going, and didn’t want to be anywhere other than here- but he walked anyway. Trying to find somewhere to belong. Hugo snorted at the poeticness of his current situation.

Varian and the others were somewhere, he wasn’t sure. Probably playing dress up with miss perky pants or whatever. He didn’t care. 

Rapunzel was fine, weird, but nice. And she didn’t seem fake. But he didn’t want to get attached. It was all going to end soon.

He was content to just delay the inevitable now.

Hugo rounded a golden corner and- shit. Shit shit shit shi-

“Hey glasses!”

Fuck.

Varian’s older brother came walking towards him, faster than necessary. He could probably- no he could definitely read Hugo’s body language. He could see his feet pointed outwards, body tense, and eyes rapidly darting around his surroundings. He could read him, knowing Hugo was desperately searching for an escape.

“Hey, what’re you doing wandering around? Don’t you have an alchemist to awkwardly trail around like a lost puppy?” He said, attempting to strike small talk. 

Hugo inwardly groaned, there were no exits, lest he attempt to pass Eugene or walk back down the hallway he came from, showing an obvious lack of interest in the man.

But he wanted to play nice, for Varian’s sake. So he resisted the urge to jump out the nearest window.

Hugo shrugged, feigning nonchalance “Just wandering around, getting a feel for the castle. I wanted to give Varian some alone time with the princess, I know he missed her.”

Eugene leaned against the angle of the wall and was now directly facing Hugo. He smiled “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you joined them. Sunshine loves meeting new people, and as much as I loathe to admit it, Goggles seems to like you too.” 

Hugo knew it didn’t, but he deeply hoped the flush in his cheeks went unnoticed.

Eugene was full of shit. The shit being fake cheeriness and friendliness. He had a friendly smile plastered over his face, but Hugo wasn’t dumb. He could see the strain, and the cold look in his eyes. The way his casual demeanor felt so forced. He didn’t want to be here, to be talking to him, to be breathing the same air as Hugo Rottewange. A cunning thief who only cared about himself. Dropping pianos on the heads of those who put their trust in him.

Literally and metaphorically.

As if Eugene could read his mind- which god he really hoped he couldn’t, or he would be hung by now (for so, so many reasons)- his demeanor relaxed. His posture eased up, the cold look in his eyes warmed and softened, and his smile turned almost genuine. 

Before Hugo could run away, because the one thing he hated more than fake people were genuine people, The captain slung his arm around Hugo’s shoulder. He pulled him close and regarded him with an ounce of affection- almost brotherly.

“Look kiddo, I get it. Seriously, more than anyone in the world, I get it. Growing up an orphan, turning to crime as a way to survive, and then crime becoming your lifestyle, that shapes almost every part of your being. You learn to only care about you, to never trust, to only rely on yourself.” Eugene sighed, and looked away “That’s a hard thing to come out of, especially in an environment like this where you view everyone as a threat- because they usually are!”

Hugo felt, just barely felt, a tiny amount of warmth in his gut. The fact that someone understood and was trying to help him, even if it was Fitzherbert of all people, felt like drinking hot tea during a blizzard. It didn’t get rid of the frostbite, but it warmed you just enough to not focus on it. 

Hugo relaxed a little, and Eugene pulled him closer. “But it’s worth it, trust me. Becoming a better person. Changing for the one you love.” He let Hugo go, but placed shifted, and placed his hand on his shoulder comfortingly. “I’m glad you have Varian, he seems to be rubbing off on you” He winked. 

Hugo awkwardly chuckled, oddly at ease.

But then Eugene’s fingers on his shoulder tightened, enough to almost hurt, and his expression grew dark. His friendly smile twisted into a sneer, and his eyes became cold, calculating, boring into his soul and reading each muscle in Hugo’s face as they tensed and panicked.

Eugene’s voice dropped, laced with pure venom.

“But if you even think of hurting a hair on my baby brother's head, just know this. Every second you spend in Corona is a second I will personally ensure you feel every bit of pain and heartache you caused him.” The hand on his shoulder tightened, nails clawing the skin beneath. “Got it?”

Hugo felt his heart stop.

Eugene knew. He had to. Hugo could see it in his eyes- he knew.

Hugo watched as Eugene’s- as the Captain Of The Guards eyes scanned him, reading him. Hugo could barely breathe, suffocated by the guilt and fear whirling in his head. He barely willed himself to speak, his voice humiliatingly wavering.

“Got- got it.”

The man’s eyes scanned him for a few agonozingly long seconds more, before seeming less than satisfied with the answer. However, his demeanor relaxed and he loosened his grip on the youngers shoulder. Hugo remained tense and rooted to his spot, unable to move due to the shaking in his legs. Unable to move because the threat was right there and would chase him down and he knew he would lose. He stood there, heart racing and shaking with adrenaline as Eugene resumed his forced-cheeriness.

“Great!” He clapped him on the back “Dinner’s at eight! See you there!”

Hugo watched as Eugene turned the corner and left his sight.

And then he ran. 

To where, he didn’t know, but out of there.

[saiiboat]

behold. the poly fuga au relationship chart that i have spent way too long on. transcription under the cut because wow thats a lot of small text

cell and felps' background and dynamic inspired by @wsdanon's hcs!

from left to right,

Pac and Mike: soulmates. childhood friends. mike has to look after pac and pac trusts mike to look after him. pac takes cues from Mike in most situations; this was true in their childhoods and carries on into their dynamic in the prison and their relationship with cell. pac trusts mike 100% to stop either him or cell if they decide to like. stab each other or something. they've been through it all together and their experience in prison has only brought them closer. When they escape and find a place to call home, it doesn't take long (a week maybe) for the small kitchen counter to be made into a lab in the kitchen table to be made into a workbench. they work in tandem and are never far apart. while there is a lot of mutual guilt (mike getting pac into this mess and pac attempting to sell mike out), felps helps them work through it and they come out stronger on the other side with not only more faith in themselves as a duo, but also in themselves as individuals. they tend to blast music way too loud as they work often forgetting less pressing or time sensitive projects in favor of bad dancing and even worth singing. It's this that evolves into karaoke night.

Mike and Felps: at first, in alcatraz, mike only knows felps as the guard that cell keeps in his pocket and has blackmail on. after the escape any theyre settled down and felps finds them and sticks around, mike is mainly curious why felps came back after he was used by them and cell. it doesn't take much prodding for felps to reveal how he knows cell and why he became a guard in the first place. while mike doesn't totally understand felps and cell's relationship, he's at least glad to see it heal. they eventually become very comfortable in eachother's space, feeling completely at ease with one another. they're frequent confidants and enjoy casual displays of intimacy with eachother. one of mike's favourite things to do for felps is to stand behind him and guide felps' hands as he teaches him something mechanical. felps originally falls a little-bit a lot-a-bit in love with mike after getting to know him (though pac is what brings them together at first, their mutual enjoyment of eachothers company brings them closer), and while mike doesn't reciprocate romantically, theyre both perfectly happy with their situation. they dont make out or kiss on the lips, but they are both very happy to kiss eachothers faces, hands, or any other exposed skin. they fucking kick ass at karaoke and get very serious about the whole thing together.

Mike and Cell: Acts as a balance for pac and cell. pac will let cell do literally anything to him and they both know that mike will stop them before they do anything they'll actually regret. it takes a while but mike eventually ends up trusting cell implicitly, more so than anyone else does. Mike may think cell is creepy and gross but cell is their creepy and gross. cell on the other hand would kill for Mike like a cat would drop a dead bird on your bed. he's pac and mike's protector. their benefactor. he's the hound that gave Mike the controller to his shock collar. after Alcatraz and they're allowed to be actual people, they have the chance to grow extremely fond of one another, and are often found over an enigma or piece of tech, providing entirely unhelpful comments about whichever the other is trying to complete. worsties. besties. they watch bad movies together and laugh and throw popcorn at the screen

Pac and Felps: while felps and pac dont interact much in alcatraz due to being on opposing sides of cell's favour, felps does start to carry a small flame for pac that doesn't have time to bloom before the other 4 escape and felps is left behind to leave on his own. after felps finds cell again (saintly intuition), his world brightens up even more when he discovers that pac lives here too. while sharing a livingspace and with the other 4 already in an established relationship, it doesn't take much for pac and felps to come together, too. felps' introduction to the polycule is what balances everyone out, pac's infatuation with cell fading to affection and the entire group settling into a new normal around them. felps' willingness to simply share space or tangle their hands together is incredibly healing for pac who bases his worth so much on what he can do for others or what he can let them take. felps thinks that pac is incredible, and is enamored with everything pac says or does. theyre both stupidly in love for the world to see

Pac and Cell: ohhh my goddd they want to see each other covered in blood. in Alcatraz and for a period of time after their escape, their relationship is built on their mutual obsession with each other; cell's possessiveness over pac and pacs infatuation if given the chance, cell would do anything to pack impact would let him, and their ability to coexist rests on cell bearing his throat and allowing mike to be the one to pull him back. after alcatraz and felps gets added to the mix, their dynamic and relationship becomes much healthier and balanced as cell learns to function outside of highly traumatic situations and pac starts to see himself more as an individual. they're both still freaks who both fantasize so about that one time they killed jv together and they dream of doing something like that again. maybe to each other. But with distance from prison they are able to heal together, and eventually become rather domestic. pac makes coffee for cell and does his best to drag him away from late nights solving enigmas and when mike's work table in the kitchen out as many papers there in the kitchen so he and pac can share space as pac messes around in his makeshift lab.

Cell and Felps: though through the duration of their stay in alcatraz cell mostly just wants to make felps suffer a bit, perceiving him becoming a prison guard a personal betrayal (not knowing that felps became a guard to continue seeing him), things between them settle after felps finds him again (saintly intuition) and theyre mostly just elated to have eachother again. they were physically affectionate before prison, and while it takes them a bit to get back to that point, they're both much less awkward about it now as adults. they're extremely comfortable in each other's presence and this only strengthens as they both heal. cell learns to laugh when felps covers his face and kisses and felps relearns the joy of cell being the one to initiate shows of affection. their relationship has already hit rock bottom once, there's very little that could tear them apart. now. The best of friends, there's so much love here

Mike and Guaxinim: mike and guaxinim find common ground and bond over their mutual power over cell. while mike pulls the leash and lets cell know when to back off, guaxinim is the one to stand chest to chest with cell, unfazed as cell lets loose on him. they both handle cell very differently but. well. they still handle him. guaxinim and mike also really are just two blokes who share a hobby. they're in completely different areas of engineering but still talk about it together for hours on end and will sit in the garage or lab or boatyard and work and share ideas. while they originally became somewhat of a unit due to their dynamics with cell, they become people that genuinely enjoy spending time together and wouldn't give up the others company for the world. they have a Words With Friends game that does not break a daily streak for 3 years. the only time it happens is because pac catches the house on fire and they have to worry about not being found out by the authorities

Guaxinim and Felps: guaxinim and felps have a shared history through cell, knowing of eachother for years though never interacting in depth. when felps finds them after they escape, it's guaxinim who discovers him at the door and lets him in. he's seen how felps looks at cell enough times to know that felps isn't here for trouble. having nowhere else to go, felps is only a couch crasher for an hour or so before cell gets home and theyre able to reconnect, felps graduating within the same day to sleeping with them on the two large mattresses they had pressed together. guaxinim works at a local boatyard and as an olive branch, he invites felps to come with him and maybe even learn some things about boats and how to fix them. felps wouldn't call himself particularly good at it, but he enjoys the process of learning and watching guaxinim work. romantic attraction between the two of them is odd, somewhere between strong romantic attraction and none at all, often bouncing between the two poles. typically neither of them feel the particular need to initiate acts of affection or intimacy with eachother unless as part of a group, in which case they will engage happily, whether in public or in the privacy of their own home

Cell and Guaxinim: for cell, guaxinim has been his anchor in prison for years, and he continues to be one for him outside of it; a pillar of familiarity that he can rely on. guaxinim knows cell better than anyone and cell takes comfort in knowing hell never have to explain himself to guaxinim. guaxinim is endlessly fond of cell. he knows what and who cell is and doesnt need or expect him to change, loving him even (and sometimes especially) at his worst. while guaxinim is mildly upset about jv's death for minute, he does not hold this against cell, pac, or mike. happens! when given the chance to heal and exist as people outside of prison, they're very much an old married couple. they nag eachother constantly; after a stretch of time as cellmates they have pretty much shame around eachother and will generally be horrifically embarrassing to the others while having their own fun

Pac and Guaxinim: pac and guaxinim really are the same and that they both think that cell is the hottest thing to ever walk this earth and they wholly bond over this fact. their relationship definitely isn't hurt by guaxinim also having a "dangerous appeal" to pac with his inability to back down even against cell, as well as simply being a muscled guy that likes to wear tank tops while covered in sweat and grease. pac is only so strong. guaxinim doesn't understand much of what pac talks about in their makeshift lab (the kitchen), but he's an attentive listener and pac loves and appreciates his questions. guaxinim is pac's worst enabler and somehow they've only had to evacuate the apartment twice. their relationships to cell, while different in a few ways, allow them to strongly bond. after felps is added to the mix and pac's infatuation for cell settles to affection, pac and guaxinim fully settle into their own relationship and dynamic. they aren't overly showy with affection and are more likely to press their shoulders together slightly or lean against each other than to walk with hands held or to hang off each other throughout the day. they both love cuddling though and are perfectly happy to drape against the other on the couch either on their own or with the whole group

NOTE: transcriptions were done via voice to text because i made this entire thing in ms paint without saving the text. so if you spot any mistakes like bizarre misspellings of guaxinim please let me know LMAO

[sillygeeseys]

what are some of your favorite hoodie and masky HCs?

Hoodie, and Masky as characters or as a couple? SCREW IT, PLEASE TAKE BOTH

HC'S UNDER THE CUT!!!! THANK YOU ANON, PLEASE COME BACK WHENEVER YOU WANT ANON!!!!

As a couple:

(Hoodie x Masky)

-They're not quite sure they're so drawn to each other, but they feel like they were sewn with the same thread, and are basically inseparable

-Slender didn't create them with any mind for them to develop romantic lives, so they may not radiate partner energy to people that don't know them well, not overly affectionate in public

-In the safety of the manor they're a bit more noticeably involved with eachother:

-Hoodie struggles to sleep unless he's nestled into Masky's in some way, whether he's found himself coiled around Masky's hand, or is resting with his head so deep in the other proxies chest it's questionable whether their breathing properly

-Masky gets cold, especially wearing a plastic mask, after long missions in sometimes freezing conditions Hoodie is the only one he'll allow to slip their hands under the face covering to warm him up again

-They're not sexual, I'm really sorry to tell you this, Tim, and Brian absolutely would've been (that's an answer for a different ask) but Masky, and Hoodie simply wouldn't engage with eachother that way

-Hoodie loves listening to Masky for hours at a time, they'll lay together on the porch while Masky has a cigarette, and rambles on about work, and anything else crossing his mind

MASKY:

-Masky is a little bit disconnected from the standard binary, but doesn't have time to research the right word for him, he's still rather masculine, but doesn't mind neutral pronouns like They or It.

-He treats Tim's smoking habit like a lifeline, chainsmoking eventually becomes the only thing able to distract him when something goes wrong

-Masky is the only one that has seen Slender directly, past the illusion Slender holds up, and survived. (Not unscathed, but he survived)

-He's far more connected to Tim than Hoodie is to Brian, able to recall memories, tap into Tim's fight or flight on command, he knows when to take medications, and why certain things set off his discomfort

-His knee injury still acts up some days, he has a crutch he stole that he keeps in the back of his beat up truck for when his leg gives out on missions

-He was designed to give orders, he has a need for control

HOODIE

-Hoodie has almost no grasp on who or what Brian is, only getting scraps of awful memories through triggers. They're the least human of the proxy pair, and nobody lets them forget it.

-They're heavily disconnected from the gender binary, preferring They/It over He pronouns. They even experience dysphoria at times, feeling like they don't belong in the body Slender made them for.

-Due to this dysphoria Hoodie hardly ever speaks, hating the sound of Brian's voice. They reserve their communication to writing or text to speech. Slender makes them speak however, despite this discomfort. There's no arguing with Slender.

-Hoodie doesn't acknowledge their spinal injuries, usually pushing until it's much too late for them, usually ending in completely losing their mobility for indeterminate periods of time

-They rely on Masky, it's what they were made for. To be a cart horse that does the labor, and follows the forceful guidance of those those above them.

-All of this combined leads to being heavily stressed, so Hoodie has picked up hobbies to distract themselves.

-They've continued to record videos, and they collect trinkets off the forest floor that they display in their room proudly, a few trusted people will get to have Hoodie eagerly show off these finds while pointing out the small details of every single one. (Ex: Super old bottle caps, rocks with different rocks running through them, jewelry with names etched in, ect)

-Hoodie bites.

[ruassurvivalkit]

same anon here!! (let me just sign as 🍒, as I believe I will be a frequent anon in your asks <3)

you will NOT bore me at all if you share more, I would honestly love it because I'm a LIS TC yapper 24/7 as if my life depends on it.

but actually returning to Steph being different, I mostly feel this way because in BTS to me she seems more serious and like goody-two-shoes-ish if I may so... And in TC she's like this dork with a soft spot. and while reading her novel was really interesting experience, I felt like there she was like another person to both her games. even compared to her DLC. maybe because her pov was deeper and we got to see her from a more personal view, where she's even more vulnerable and insecure.

btw, what do you think about their relationship with izzie? do you find either of them slightly toxic to each other or is it more one-sided? no judgement either way, personally I'm still confused about my own perception of them. I can share my thoughts in other ask, if you want, but I'm just interested in your opinion rn.

also about recommendations: obviously forget-me-not comics, because it gives some new and interesting perspective on chenrich relationships and issue 4 in particular is really special for me because of their scene (it both angsty and romantic to say without spoilers)

also the whole comic series on the original lis, because a) rachel and max interactions b) pricefield being soulmates c) steph in the latest issues being cutie

also there is like some sort of guidebook or whatever on blackwell academy but there is nothing too special there for me except for the cursed steph image and her dossier (THIS GIRL IS A JOCK I WAS SO SURPRISED SHE PLAYED FREAKING SOCCER)

so yeah, can't wait to see your reply, have a great night or day or afternoon

Hello 🍒 anon!! Thank you so much for the patience and I'm sorry about the long wait, I just had a lot going on tbh and then forgot to answer lol <3

You are the realest mf for that, I depend on LIS sm (one of my special interests atm😼) and it's such a great series from the plot, the characters, and all stuff like that. Please please please ask me more questions bc I could yap all day but I don't know what you would find interesting!!

That's fair enough about the whole Steph thing! She is quite diff and I get where you're coming from, even tho I don't fully agree. She is very diff but imo she is the same as well if you get what I mean. On a person matter, I've changed a lot over the last couple years and that fact has helped me change my perspective on her as I'm a completely diff person (for the better, I hope) than I was a couple years ago and so has she. She still has the same fundamental personality imo but has changed and developed as a person🙏 that's just my opinion and I defo appreciate where you're coming from with your opinion!! I think that she has a lot of insecurity still but is able to hide it easy enough with her personality, which is quite common so I'd say her internal monologue and her externally expressed thoughts have some difference bc of this

I think that Izzie and Steph were slightly toxic for eachother and just not the right people to be in a relationship with eachother, but I do love the idea of them together (just not them in practice). I love love love both of them sm but I just don't think they are right for eachother, but I could see them being great friends. I think their relationship failed bc they were tryna make eachother into their ideal ideas of what the other one wanted them to be if that makes sense?? I don't think they could truly be themselves and comfortable around eachother.

Izzie and Steph both deserve someone who has their style of loving and is compatible to have a relationship built on trust, longevity and fits with their separate personality. This is why I love Chenrich sm bc they can help eachother in that way. I'd love to see the rest of Izzie's life in a comic or book, it would be cool asf. Please send your opinions, I would love to know them

I really need to read more on chenrich so thank you for recommendations!!!

Steph is such a soccer jock she's so adorable for that RAHHHHHH

anyways have a great afternoon/morning/evening and thank you for the ask, 🍒 anon!! Please send more and hopefully I didn't scare you off by taking ages to reply, i can try promise it won't happen again <3

[ring-anon-official]

hai!! i heard u wanted some fluff reqs so here i am :)) neteyam is your mate and u get jealous after seeing him casually chatting w another girl in the clan. after he returns home from his warrior duties you seem to be acting different. after a while he forces u to spill everything out to him and he ends up comforting you and reassuring you that you both belong to eachother and he���ll forever be your mate. (u can change this up as u please i just love your fics!!)

I LOVE THIS SM. Also tysm for reading them!!

Jealousy, Jealousy

Neteyam x Reader

Warnings: none!

Muntxate = wife. Tiyawn = love. Nga yawne lu oer = You are beloved to me (I love you).

Her.

You hated her.

Beyral.

You knew you could trust Neteyam around any other female, but you couldn't stand when he was with Beyral. She was the whore of the Metkayina clan. You trusted him, not her.

No matter how much you trusted him, you still felt a pit of jealousy in your stomach.

Granted he knows your there and even if he didn't he still wouldn't pull anything, but something in you wanted to break them up so bad. Yet, all they were doing was talking. Laughing sometimes at each other.

It was infuriating. You couldn't bear to look at the horrific sight any longer, and so you left without any words said to your mate.

He saw you leave, and he was going to chase after you, but you were already gone before he could.

Hours pass by and your still upset. He isn't home yet due to his warrior duties and he has a meeting with the clan and his father.

You couldn't bring yourself to why you were so upset even though you trust him so much, was it that you don't trust her?

Is it people from the past of your life making you have less trust in him. Or do you have a good reason to not trust him? Has he been-

Your thoughts were quickly cut off by the sound of Neteyams voice as he entered your marui pod.

"Y/n, I am back!" He yelled across the marui out of habit.

You were still upset with him. You have told him plenty of times you did not like Beyral, yet he still talked to her right in front of you? You got even angrier thinking about that.

He came up to you to kiss you on the cheek, but you didn't let him. You moved in time so he wouldn't be able to. He gave you a hurt and confused look. Why were you acting so strangely?

"Muntxate, what is wrong?" he asks as he tilts his head to the right.

All you had in response was a huff. You still didn't even fully understand why you were upset with him. You faced the opposite way of him.

He started rubbing your back and caressing you hair.

You melted into his touch, completely forgetting your anger at him. As you relaxed into him he asked you what's wrong.

"My love what has happened that has made you upset?"

"You and Beyral." You mumbled. Yet he could still here it.

"Beyral? What?"

"You and her seemed to have found a liking for each other. Platonic or not, I hate her."

"Love, Are you jealous of my friendship Beyral?" He chuckled.

You uncomfortably admitted.

He just started laughing lightly. The thought that he could ever even touch someone that wasn't you made him annoyed. Let alone love.

"Tiyawn, I will always love you more than any other girl in the clan. You are my one and only. Nga yawne lu oer"

"I love you too."

As he continued to rub your back you fell asleep in his arms comfortably.

[3rdculturecharacter]

Spider from Avatar, Way of the Water was the character who first gave me the idea for this blog, so it's only fitting he be the first up.

There is so much to unpack with his character.

Firstly I found it heartwarming to see how the human immigrant community and the Omatikaya Clan had overlapped between movies. Both adopting some cultural elements from the other without loosing their unique traits.

I loved to see how they were able to respect and embrace eachother and work together, allowing for a super diverse set of characters to explore

(It would have been so easy to just make them hate eachother. It's not flawless, but as it stands it's one of the best fictional cultural exchanges I have seen, in my opinion.)

One of these characters being Spider.

He is a human boy, brought up first by humans and then also by Na'vi on Pandora.

He is a third culture kid in the purest sence.

He has this interesting conflict around his identity, as many third culture people do. In his own eyes, he is clearly Pandoran, culturally aligning more with the Na'vi that with the Humans.

He has no bad feelings towards the other humans and avatars who raised him, but there is this strong resentment for his heratige and for his own body.

It's something I have found very relatable as a third culture kid: like sure he is able to partake in a MOST of the day to day activities, but he has a physical inability to truly connect to the culture and even the world itself that he belongs to.

Its always in the background of his character. As we the audience see him going about his life we ask "Umm ok so how would that work...?" And the answer is simply that it wouldnt. And every time it's kinda heartbreaking.

Not ten feet tall and blue?

Ok well, so ur slower, less agile, more likely to fall to your death, will always be the odd one out.

No queue?

Well sorry son, no riding, no flying, no fun girlfriend times (I mean like later ok), no right of passage, no connecting to the planet, no ancestral wisdom, no force ghost, no Eywa.

Our guy can't even breathe the air of his home plannet.

I have described one of the downsides of being third culture being "it sometimes feels like your separated from everyone else by a layer of glass".... He is literally behind a layer of glass!

And of course we see him trying to compensate by painting himself and saying how the animals trust him as if he was Na'vi.

And later we see him actually exploring his humanity and his heratige and what those things do or don't mean to him.

We see him curious about how different human operations function, find personal connection within the colonist side, grapple with the temptation to have a farther figure who seems to care for him.

The extent of his takeaway from his time spent with the colonists is still unclear, but his consideration was a very effective showcase of his yearning for belonging amongst two sets of people who he doesn't fit in with, as well as the fact that he wasn't COMPLETELY happy amongst the Na'vi and was therefore intrigued by the alternative.

(They did a really good job at balancing his loyalty to the Na'vi with his curiosity towards the colonist without letting us forget that he was in fact the colonist's prisoner at the time btw)

He is sort of a distilled version of all of the problems that come with being third culture and I'm super interested to see what they do with this conflict going forward in the franchise.

[dnseaa]

| Never.

I have always, always wondered how it would feel to be considered, to be cared about, to be deeply loved..

I wanted to feel how it feels to be special.

Who could've known? After almost 10 years of my dark life, I met someone that lights it up for me.

I met Kim Minji during my high school days, she was the sun that rays to everyone's life. I've always been the moon, the one that sets the sun away. My impression of her has always been "My god, she never gives up on anything I swear."

Probably because she keeps on "bothering" me. No, it's not because she's popular and the fact that she is so loud around people. It's because of how much effort she gives on someone so terrible like me. I'm an awkward person and have always had that persona since I was a kid, people looked at me differently because they think I don't like talking to them or something..Since then, I have never talked to anyone except for my family. But even after Minji saw all of my bad sides she still wants to be my friend.

I couldn't give myself in, I was too selfish.

You will think that this feeling goes on right? Time changes everything. Minji was... different. Other people could've given up on me because I take the longest time to trust someone, but she was patient. She taught me that even if your world doesn't have sun all around, someone will light up your world for you,

..and eventually becoming the sun in your imagination.

How could a friend fix your life so easily?

and ruin it again.

I thought what we had was real, I thought you really mean every word that you say. Why?

"Did you lose a bet, Minji? Why are you doing this to me?"

"A bet? I lost EVERYTHING, all because of you. Y/n, tell me."

"Why can't you just accept me, for once?"

"I sacrificed everything for you, but you never-"

"why?"

"why did you come finding for me?"

Is it really easy, though?

It won't be easy once you're tired. Slowly burning down those feelings that you used to have with that person and coming back to the old you again, that's Minji. That's the kind of person you are, right?

Right.

How would you feel if someone that you trusted was actually the person that you're supposed to hate? Have I been deceiving myself and letting my soul wave away with hers? Why didn't I realize it sooner that she was the person that held my life once and left me when I'm in my darkest days. She was once my childhood friend that used me for her sexual desires.

She saw..

everything.

Why was I such a fool?

Is it because I can't remember anything from the past?

Or is it because how happy she made me feel?

How could I lose myself so easily and make my young self so disappointed in me?

"Why did you come back? You completely wrecked me and ruined my whole life. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

"Why are you setting a fire in my life again? Minji, why did you come back.."

"..why did you come back?"

| Minji grips onto your shoulders as she sobs into tears |

"I..I don't know why I did that. I'm really sorry, y/n. I really am, I recognized you as soon as I saw you for the first time in this school and I really wanted to approach you and apologize but I couldn't bring myself in. I'm really happy whenever I'm with you, I love making you smile and it really drains my guilt. Our moments that we made now makes me forget about our past. I shouldn't have become this careless and I know how much it hurts you."

"I can't see you the same anymore, give up Minji. You lost."

Minji, I really hope we never see eachother again.

[television-pil0t]

I realized today how often people flirt with me. How often people tell me I’m pretty or will stutter and avoid eye contact or just stare at me but not weird. Just in awe. With a slight smile on there face and completely red. They will tell me have a nice day but didn’t say that to anyone else. Or add “thank you so much have a good day” and there voice will be shaky. Or they’ll see me and try and stand up straighter. There will constantly fidget. They will look at me and then at there phone and look at me. If I see then I’ll make eye contact and there smile so hard it’s so cute. There ask me how my day is going trying so hard to start a conversation yet not hold up the line. Look back at me when there about to leave and give me one last smile. I love it. I love men. I love when guys do it the most. I love when there super shy and they talk super quiet and looking away but trying to look at me. Or there look down at me staring right at me and still not hear what I said. That little smile followed by a “… oh aHuH- I’m sorry wha what did you say” like :( that’s so cute. your so cute. There eyes so soft and trying not to smile to much. Head slightly tilted and then end it with a “oh that’s it. Hey do you like working here haha.”

“Yeah it’s pretty cool where do you work”

“Oh uh. Up the street at ingles.. it’s just right there. Across the parking lot and then the main road and it’s right.. there…”

“Yeah.”

The over explanation and pointing and then looking back at me and heavy breathing and clearing there throat and “yeah.. uh yeah have a nice day. Thank you!”

“Have a good day”

“Yeah! Yeah you too…. ……”

It’s so cute. It’s so cute. My heart just.. Aughgyiuh it’s so cute holy shit.

Or when they have friends and I see them tap the other and they talk and look at me and smile and when they get to my part of the line there extra talkative. Making fun of eachother and trying to make me laugh forgetting they still have to tell me what they want me to put in there burrito.

“Oh. Uh sorry damn uh.. what do you like.”

“Chicken and queso is good”

“That’s good. Yeah I trust you.”

“Ok will that be all”

“Yeah.. so you been working here a while?”

“A few months .”

“Oh wow your new huh? You like it.”

“Yeah I love the people that come here”

“Haha.I’m sure plenty of people love you to. Here. Working here.”

“I’d hope.”

“Haha… “

YOUR SO FUCKUBG CUTE YOU GONNA ASK ME FOR MY # BABYBOY. YOU WANT MY NUMBER YOU WANNA KISS ME AND STUFF DONT YIU! AAAHAAHAHAH. You can’t I have a bf but ITS SO CUTE.

[rjalker]

Okay so before I forget and deprive the phandom of this idea, here's the dream I had last night:

Danny got tired of Valerie trying to kill him without giving him a chance to explain his side of the story, so in the middle of the fight he flew up and grabbed her and just started flying straight up as fast as he could.

His idea was that if she saw the stars from outer space, she'd be so awestruck she'd just have to give him the chance to sort out the various misunderstandings that have lead to her hating his guts - Cujo isn't his dog, he's the ghost of one of Axiom Labs(?) own guard dogs that was put down, and he's latched onto Danny through no fault of his own. He was not trying to kill her when he blasted apart her suit - he already knew she wasn't in there, and it was trying to kill him. He does not want to hurt her or fight her, and he doesn't mean her or anyone else any harm.

Her suit will keep supplying her with oxygen and warmth, but the cold will make the outside hard to move, so she won't be able to attack him, just listen.

Surely, this is the world's greatest plan, right? Surely no one can get to look out into space without the atmosphere or light pollution in the way and decide to turn away to fight someone who doesn't want to fight, right?

Welp. Things were going fine, all according to plan, until Danny's powers randomly decided to short out just as they were about to leave Earth's atmosphere.

Danny transformed back, and couldn't transform again. Valie's suit was already frozen on the outside, so she couldn't move to do anything.

They started to fall.

And kept falling.

And kept falling.

Luckily for both of them, Danny's powers decided to start functioning again just a few seconds before they hit the ground.

He was too panicked to turn intangible, and so his ghost half reacted instinctively, using some new power he'd never known he had before.

He turned into a puddle of goo that absorbed the shock of their fall - but both of them were still knocked completely unconscious.

Danny woke up first. And found himself in a hospital room. And found himself in Valerie's body. And he couldn't leave. This wasn't overshadowing, this was something else.

And then Valerie woke up.

And they realized (after much shouting and panicking) that Danny was somehow trapped in her body, but they both had control. They couldn't read eachother's thoughts, no, that would be too convenient, and Danny's powers are never convenient - they had to speak out loud in order to talk to eachother.

They learned when Valerie's dad came in that they'd been unconcious for several days, and Danny was missing. Now that Valerie knew Danny's secret identity, she knew why.

According to the dream, this situation was never resolved. They stayed stuck together until Valerie died as an old woman.

Stuck like this, they could still "go ghost", but it wasn't Danny Phantom that formed, it was some mix up of Phantom and Valerie, with an entirely new set of powers to contend with on top of Danny's original set.

At some point they managed to bring Jack and Maddy around enough to listen without immediately leaping for their anti ghost weapons, and got Valerie's dad to listen without immediately trying to move out of the entire state.

so yeah. Here's the story my dream told me. Have fun. Please feel free to write or make art for this, lol, my brain's the one who came up with it, not me.

anyways they did in fact live happily ever after, since now they actually had time to talk through their problems and misunderstandings, and there's literally no way they can go into danger without inherently endangering the other, so they both learned to trust eachother and trust eachother to make the right decision, even if that decision means volunteering to be in danger to protect others.

It was great.

[shinidamachu]

Hi Sid. I would love it if you could expand Kat's comment on how Kagome doesn't know how much Inuyasha loves her. He definitely shows her through his actions but not his words and I think Kagome wanted that, although knowing that Inuyasha is terrible with words. I believe that right after they reunite after 3 years, they had a good long talk where Inuyasha would say everything he wanted to say all that time they were together. That's my take, what about yours? ☺️

Hi there!

As Kat (@born-for-eachother) brightly put it, Inuyasha knows how much Kagome loves him, but she doesn’t know how much he loves her.

And you can find the answer as to why that is in your own question, when you say "he definitely shows her through his actions, but not his words, and I think Kagome wanted that."

I believe that happens because, at the beginning, Inuyasha and Kagome had very different, very incorrect ideas of what romantic love truly was.

Kagome's take on it was naive, immature and superficial. On the other hand, Inuyasha's was more cynical, fatalist and experienced (or so he thought). And this makes perfect sense for the people they were back then, for the life they've lead that far.

You see, Kagome grew up surrounded by love songs and romance novels and rom-com movies. Love always came easily to her, so she thought love itself would be easy and simple and exciting. It would be perfect and full of great romantic confessions, just like the movies, just like the books, just like the songs.

And let's not forget Inuyasha grew up with little to no positive interactions with other people except his mother. Trusting issues, intimacy issues, nonexistent social skills, you name it: Inuyasha had them all. And the one time he decided to give romance a chance, it blew up in his face rather spectacularly. It was all he had ever known, so he thinks that's how it's supposed to go. That love is supposed to hurt, break, burn or end. Usually all four.

Unlike Kagome, he thinks relationships are complicated, that it takes a lot of sacrifice and that it's not always worth it. And of course he would, after the things he's been through. It's a self defense mechanism, to put his guard even higher than it was before.

Because they come from such different — and dare I say opposite — backgrounds, their love language are also different. Kagome’s is words of affirmation while Inuyasha’s is acts of service.

Which is not to say Inuyasha never reaffirmed Kagome (”there’s no replacement for you” “trust me a little more” “I was scared [of losing you]”) or Kagome never did anything for Inuyasha (cooking him food, saving his life, dressing his wounds). What I meant is that it was usually the other way around: Kagome cheering him on, stroking his ego, reassuring him she liked him just the way he is and Inuyasha carrying her on his back, making her medicine when she’s sick, putting his fire rat robe over her.

So it's under those circumstances that they meet and eventually fall in love: Kagome wanting her first love to be this perfect, romantic guy that it's constantly sweeping her off her feet and Inuyasha desperately trying to repress his feelings as to not show any vulnerability.

They reach common ground with quality time and physical touch, but it doesn’t mean that this completely erases Kagome’s need for verbal reassurance. Especially when Kikyo came into picture, because her past with Inuyasha made Kagome feel extremely insecure and confused. Plus, Inuyasha used to reassure her of his feelings way more at the beginning, then it was toned down.

To top it all off, Miroku’s, Sango’s and particularly Shippo’s (beyond less important characters) remarks on Inuyasha’s love life didn’t exactly help her self steem, either. At the same time, you have Hojo constantly asking her out and Koga professing his undying love for her on the regular. It’s only logical for her to compare their behavior, even if in a subconscious level.

But most of all, because of the above, Kagome is completely biased and unreliable when it comes to Kikyo. There are many occasions where she doesn’t let her jealousy get the best of her, choosing to do the right thing in the end even if she struggles with it at first, but she does let it cloud her judgement. So much that everything Inuyasha does to show her he loves her (and it’s a lot) fly right over her head.

She focuses so much on Inuyasha going to Kikyo that she doesn’t realize he always comes back to her when he could have just stayed with Kikyo. She complains that when Inuyasha and Kikyo get together it’s like they’re stuck on their own little world, but that’s actually her relationship with Inuyasha she’s describing. She claims she can’t compete with everything Kikyo and Inuyasha lived together, but her story with him is blatantly more substancial. She thinks that when Inuyasha and Kikyo are alone they’re probably having a romantic date, but her own interactions with Koga are more romantic (at least from his side) than anything Inuyasha and Kikyo ever did alone after her ressurection.

After all, Kagome was there both times they kissed. The first kiss was Kikyo trying to drag him to hell and the second one was their final goodbye. I personally wouldn’t categorize them as romantic, but Kagome most definitely did. And one day I’ll make a post about how Inuyasha and Kagome’s jealousy concerning Kikyo and Koga are completely justified, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make here.

My point is that Kagome is a modern 15 years old girl who wanted to be swept off her feet by the boy she loves and when he didn’t live up to her expectations, she started doubting his feelings. Which is completely normal and continues to happen until she learns to read his little gestures for what they are: his way of professing his love.

When he comes back to her, what he’s really saying is that she is his home, she is the one he would give his life to if his life was truly his, she is the choice he’d like to make, she is the one he can’t stay away from. When he puts himself between her and Koga what he’s really saying is that he is afraid she’ll eventually realize she deserves better and finally leave him. When he spends time in her era, with her family and friends, what he’s really saying is that he wants to be a part of her life. When he carries her around, gives her his fire rat robe, takes care of her when she’s sick, what he’s really saying is that he treasures and appreciates her to a fault. When he protects her with his life, even though it’s promised to another, what he’s really saying is that she is the most important thing in the universe to him.

There was literally no one else he was closer to or that affectionate with. No one else he trusted that much. No one else he would show every side of him for. No one else he would wake up from powerful spells, dreams and illusions to return to. These aren’t fancy declarations of love, but the love is there nonetheless. Kagome’s insecurities just blinded her for it.

That being said, Inuyasha was bad with words, as it was to be expected from someone with his background. However, he is actually not that bad at expressing his true feelings for and to Kagome as we make him out to be. You can see it in the second painel above, but there are other examples through the series.

And let’s not forget this little gem:

Unfortunately, Kagome didn’t hear any of that. And it sucks because it’s not always that Inuyasha gets to be that forward about his feelings for her. Or about his feelings for anyone. But in Kagome’s especific case there is a reason for that. I’m once again bringing attention to the second painel. “I can’t afford lightness or peace.” The thing holding Inuyasha back from expressing his love more often is because voicing it makes it real and he doesn’t believe he deserves happiness. How can he promise anything to her when he has obligations to fulfill with Kikyo? I think he already feels guilty enough for being in love with Kagome and being happy by her side while Kikyo wanders around miserable and all alone.

But I do believe that, in the few times he lets himself be vulnerable and speaks up, it’s because Kagome taught him that it was okay to do so and that she was a safe person to talk to. I have no doubt that he grows to be more and more open with her with every passing day, but at the same time, it’s fine if he doesn’t say a word because eventually she learns exactly what his every action mean. He shows her he loves her, she knows that he loves her, but he still tells her anyway because he knows it’s important for her to hear it and there’s absolutely nothing holding him back now.

To summarize: it’s easier for Inuyasha to know how much Kagome loves him because it’s easier for her to accept, show and express her feelings. And it’s harder for Kagome to know how much Inuyasha loves her because it’s harder for Inuyasha to, first of all, accept he was in love, show his love in a way Kagome was used to and express his feelings as well and as often when he still felt so guilty about having them and wanting to be happy with the woman he loves. 

[badassbuchanan]

Secrets and Spies

Request: Could you write something where the reader and bucky have been seeing eachother for a while but no one from the team knows. But they know something is different with bucky so they follow him one night to the readers place and kinda catch them in the act? I don't know if that makes sense

Warnings: smut; shower sex, loud sex, unprotected sex, swearing and some really bad writing skills on my part!

a/n: my first request, yay! I hope it came out okay! it’s different to the writings i’ve done before - I hope it makes sense

also I'm sorry if you didn't want this to be smutty but my thirsty ass brain took the ‘catch them in the act’ part a little too literally. I'm just a whore for bucky let’s face it. 

“You coming to the game with us next week, Buck?” The blonde haired Captain asked his childhood friend as he stood with him and Sam in the kitchen.

“Hm?” The long haired winter soldier looked up from his phone which had previously captured all of his attention.

“The baseball game,” Sam frowned at Bucky suspiciously, crossing his arms as he leaned his back against the kitchen worktop. “The one we talked about last week.”

“Oh,” Bucky raised his eyebrows and nodded, lifting his metal hand to scratch the back of his head. “Uh yeah,” he looked back down at his phone which was now buzzing in his hand. “Um, I’ll be there.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Bucky was out the door, lifting his phone to his ear as he softly answered “hello.”

Sam and Steve turned to look at each other with a puzzled look on their faces.

“You know he’s been acting weird right? Even for him.” Sam raised his eyebrows at Steve who rolled his eyes softly, leaning his hands on the counter.

“He’s probably just stressed or something.” Steve dismissed Bucky’s recent behaviour, but even he’d noticed how distant and odd his oldest friend had been acting.

“Steve, I know you always want to see the best in him.” Sam’s voice dropped an octave in seriousness, mirroring Steve’s stance from across the kitchen bench. “But don’t forget what he’s capable of.”

“No, that wasn’t him. That was Hydra.” Steve defended Bucky, hitting his palm against the worktop before lifting it to rub his jaw anxiously. Sam’s words were making him worry.

“Okay, so what if Hydra, starts controlling his mind again?” Sam spoke softly, understanding what the weight of his words were doing to Steve. “Regardless, that doesn’t excuse his sneaking around, all the secret conversations, the frequent disappearing, or the fact that he is constantly distracted.”

“Oh, so it’s not just me who thinks Mr.Bionic is acting like more of a weirdo than usual?” Tony waltzed into the room, removing his sunglasses as he did so.

Steve shot Tony a warning glance but nodded his head anyway. Bucky had been acting strange for a while, it started off with small things, but now he was hardly ever around. And when he was, his mind was distant. Everything Sam said was true and Steve could only ignore it for so long.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y informed me he’s arranged to meet someone tonight.” Tony added, shoving a handful of almonds in his mouth as he did so. “You might wanna keep a close eye on him.” He more instructed than suggested, shrugging his shoulders before leaving the room to answer his ringing phone.

Steve loved Bucky. He believed in Bucky. But he couldn’t deny the small amount of constant doubt that lived in his mind. What if Hydra was still dormant in Bucky’s brain, controlling him with such a subtlety that no one would notice?

Steve let out a sigh, running his hand through his pushed back blonde hair. He was torn between trusting his childhood friend and doing his job as an Avenger to protect the world from potential threats. “Just let me talk to him.”

Sam nodded understandingly as the kettle clicked, signalling the water was done boiling just as he turned his back to grab a mug from the cupboard.

—Bucky’s POV —

“The baseball game,” Sam frowned at Bucky suspiciously, crossing his arms as he leaned his back against the kitchen worktop. “The one we talked about last week.”

“Oh,” Bucky raised his eyebrows and nodded, lifting his metal hand to scratch the back of his head. “Uh yeah,” he looked back down at his phone which was now buzzing in his hand, Y/N’s unsaved number flashing on the screen. “Um, I’ll be there.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Bucky was out the door, lifting his phone to his ear as he softly answered “hello.”

“Hey mister,” The sweet voice cooed through the phone, a bashful smile appearing on Bucky’s face as he leaned against the wall. “You coming over soon? My housemate’s gone out for the night.”

“Yeah, just finished working out with the guys. I’ll have a shower and then make my way to you.” Bucky fiddled with the drawstring of his grey track pants absentmindedly as he spoke.

“Or you could have a shower here,” Y/N spoke in a suggestive tone. Bucky living at the compound and Y/N’s housemate almost always home meant they never got much alone time without having to worry about Y/N’s housemate hearing what they were up to. “We could even have one together.”

Bucky’s eyes almost popped out of his head, her words catching him by surprise as he pushed himself off of the wall to stand up straight. “I’ll be there soon.”

Y/N chuckled at Bucky’s attempt to try and keep his cool, her heart skipping a beat at his excitement. “Okay, see you soon.”

“Okay.” Bucky breathed through a bashful smile. turning quickly to walk back down the hallway.

— Sam and Steve‘s POV —

Bucky walked back into the room in a slight rush.

“Hey, Buck. We need to talk.” Steve looked Bucky up and down, analysing his body language to test his reaction. No matter how busy he was, Bucky always made time for Steve and vice versa. They were always there for each other.

“Yeah buddy, later. I have to go.” Bucky turned to reply to Steve quickly before walking down the stairs out of sight.

Sam turned around to face Steve, mug in hand as he chuckled. He shook his head, looking up at Cap who was frowning in both confusion and concern.

“Okay, we need to find out what’s going on with him.” Steve crosses his arms, biting the inside of his lip as he racked his brain for any and every possible solution to reason Bucky’s behaviour.

— Bucky’s POV —

“C’mon Buck, we still have to cook it.” Y/N giggled softly as she watched her boyfriend dig his finger into the raw brownie batter they’d just finished mixing.

Bucky lifted the chocolate covered finger towards his mouth, licking off the mixture as he shrugged. “Taste good enough to me.” He smiled cheekily, using his metal arm to pull Y/N against his chest.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands playing with his hair as she admired his handsome face. Bucky leaned down to press his lips against hers, the sweet taste of chocolate enticing her in.

She moaned against him, tilting her head as Bucky let his tongue run teasingly over her lips. “How about that shower, hm?” She mumbled against his lips, feeling the kiss heating up fast.

Bucky moaned with a nod, feeling his cock stirring beneath his sweatpants. Y/N made a quick move to turn away from him, putting the brownie mixture in the oven.

He couldn’t help but watch her ass as she bent down, the workout leggings she wore left nothing to the imagination. He bravely moved forward, his hand slapping her ass cheekily as she quickly stood back up.

“Hey!” She shot Bucky a glare, smiling at the same time after she made sure to set the timer on the oven. “Save it for the shower.”

Bucky chuckled in amusement as he followed her down the hallway of her house which he’d become so familiar with. He didn’t go many places outside of the compound, and Y/N’s house felt like his special little hideaway from everything and everyone.

Y/N adjusted the temperature of the shower before removing her clothes, turning around to face Bucky as she did so.

Bucky couldn’t help but get distracted as she undressed, watching her every move. She walked towards him when she was left only in her panties, running her hand over his stomach.

“Need some help?” She offered, looking up at him innocently as she tugged on the tie of his sweatpants.

Bucky clenched his jaw as he looked down at her perky tits, nipples hardened in the cold air. His cock twitched at the sight of her bare skin, his metal hand reaching out to palm her breasts.

Y/N reached her hand inside his sweatpants, grabbing hold of his cock as her mouth dropped opened in shock. “Already so hard, Buck.” She smiled widely, slowly pumping his hard member in her hand.

Bucky let out a shaky breath, his hips bucking into her hand as he tugged on her nipple. Y/N felt her arousal dripping onto her underwear from the thought of his cock inside of her.

“Baby stop or I’ll cum.” Bucky grunted, his face screwing up as he grabbed hold of her hand with his flesh one, his metal hand still full of her boobs.

“I don’t want you to cum until you’re inside me.” Y/N spoke against his lips, giving his cock one last squeeze as she felt her pussy start to ache in need.

Bucky’s cock throbbed at her words, his eyes drawn to watch her pull his track pants down his legs. She tugged his underwear down with them, admiring the way his hard length bounced to slap up against his stomach.

Y/N bit her lip, her hands running up his thick thighs and over his abs, pulling his t-shirt up as she went. Bucky helped her out, lifting the material over his head, leaving him completely naked.

Y/N pushed her chest flush against his, leaning up to kiss him teasingly. Bucky felt her hard nipples rub against his bare chest, her soft skin felt so good against his as he held her waist.

She gave him an open mouth kiss before turning around in his arms, still pressed against his body as Bucky’s cock rubbed over her ass.

“Take them off for me, Buck.” She said softly, guiding his hands to the waist band of her panties.

Bucky complied with her request, pulling them down to her knees before she bent over in front of him to take them off the rest of the way, causing his cock to nudge between her bare ass cheeks.

Bucky groaned at the feeling of his tip in her wetness, quickly pulling her hips tightly against him as he refrained from shoving his cock inside of her.

She smiled cheekily, knowing exactly what she was doing to him as she ground her ass against him, his cock saturated in her juices.

Bucky grabbed her upper arm, pulling her to stand back up, his chest flush against her back. He kissed up her neck, his metal hand sliding down between her thighs to rub her folds, immediately saturated in her slick.

“If you want me to fuck you like that, doll, all you have to do is ask.”

“Bucky!” She giggled softly, almost becoming shy at his filthy words. It was still something she was getting used to, Bucky was her first boyfriend.

He chuckled at her response, spinning her around in his arms to face him. He lifted his flesh hand to cup her cheek, pressing his lips against hers.

Y/N immediately kissed him back, relaxing into his touch as Bucky’s hands slid down to the back of her thighs.

His tongue pushed into her mouth the same time as he lifted her off of the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist as she let out a satisfied moan.

Y/N hugged his neck to hold her up, his thick length laying flush between her folds. She whimpered into his mouth, rubbing her hips forward slightly as Bucky walked them into the shower.

The heat of the water hit them immediately, warming their bodies as Bucky pressed Y/N’s back against the tiled shower wall.

“So gorgeous.” Bucky grunted softly, pecking her lips as he pushed his hips forward. Y/N’s pussy started to ache with a dull emptiness, his cock against her folds wasn’t enough to satisfy her. “I love you so much.”

She smiled into the kiss, tugging on his now dampened hair. “I love you, Bucky.” She looked up into his bright eyes, admiring his beauty as Bucky moved his flesh hand down between their bodies.

He grabbed hold of his cock, lining the tip up with Y/N’s entrance. The intense feeling caused her head to drop against his chest, kissing up the skin where his flesh fused with the metal.

Bucky’s heart fluttered at her touch, still so thankful to have found someone who loved and accepted him for him. It was something that he never thought would happen.

“Baby, please move.” Y/N moaned as her pussy clenched around his tip, causing Bucky to snap back to reality from his thoughts. He pushed his entire length inside her slowly, the tightness of her walls constricting him.

Y/N moaned again when he was fully inside of her, her nails digging into the flexed muscles of his back. Bucky stilled inside of her, knowing she’d need a moment for the stretching pain to subside.

“Oh, fuck.” Y/N panted out in pleasure, her throbbing pussy hungry for more. Bucky bent his head to kiss a line from her collar bone to the underside of her jaw.

He began thrusting his hips slowly, allowing her pussy to adjust to his size. “You don’t have to keep quiet baby,” Bucky moaned into her ear, his breath tickling her skin. “We’ve got the house to ourselves remember?” He picked up his pace a little, his fingers digging into her ass so hard she’d definitely have bruised tomorrow. “Let me hear you.”

Y/N’s head fell back against the shower wall, her eyes closing as she let her moans flow freely. Her thighs clamped around his waist, trying to pull him closer as he fucked into her.

Her pussy clenched around his length, the slapping sound of his balls hitting her wet skin filled the room. It only turned Y/N on even more, that and the fact that they didn’t have to keep quiet for once.

“Bucky.” She moaned out his name shamelessly, arching her back which caused their chests to press together.

Water ran over their bodies as Bucky picked up his pace, already feeling his climax approaching as he listened to her moan his name.

Y/N kept up the volume, knowing it was driving her boyfriend crazy. Bucky stepped towards her, practically squashing her against the tiles.

The new position caused his pelvis to rub against her throbbing clit with every thrust. Y/N felt a tingling in the pit of her stomach, the pulsing of her clit making her toes curl.

She moaned breathlessly between thrusts, his pace quickening as she tugged on his hair.

“Oh fuck.” Bucky moaned, his head dropping back as he chased his high, fucking into her fast and hard.

Her pussy clenched around him with every thrust, the feeling of his big cock deep inside of her was something she didn’t want to end.

She moaned like a pornstar for him, her mouth dropping open as she looked into his eyes. Bucky bit down on his bottom lip, keeping his rough side locked away as he fucked up into her.

“Bucky, oh shit.” Her eyes widened in panic, her cheeks covered in a pink blush as she felt her orgasm taking over. “I’m gunna cum.” She cried, head throwing back against the tiles as she rocked her hips into his.

Bucky watched her in awe, always so proud to be the provider of her pleasure. Her hair stuck to her wet body, her breathing shallow as she continued to moan.

He didn’t let up his pace, watching her tits bounce against his skin as he leaned his head back into her neck.

His moans were muffled in her skin, Y/N’s only getting louder as Bucky fucked her through her orgasm.

Her body was so sensitive, the sound of their skin slapping together had grown louder with his erratic thrusting.

Y/N’s pussy throbbed around his silky length, her arousal dripping onto his balls. She turned her head to kiss him, so fucked out and breathless.

Kissing her made Bucky more determined to chase his high, his hands pinning her hips against the wall as he fucked into her.

“Oh, yes.” Y/N moaned loudly, her hands clinging to any part of him that she could. She panted in unison with his thrusting, Bucky’s face screwing up as he chased his high. “Oh, Bucky, fuck.” She cried out when his cock twitched inside of her.

Bucky felt his orgasm about to hit. “I’m about to cum.” He suddenly moaned, hardly even finishing the sentence before he released his load inside of her.

He dropped her legs to the floor, Y/N almost tumbled at how jelly-like her legs felt. She grabbed onto his biceps to steady herself, Bucky’s hands planted themselves either side of her head on the tiled wall.

He went to kiss her softly, missing her lips because of the way she turned her head. A sudden loud noise from outside catching her attention.

— Sam and Steve’s POV—

“Are you sure?” Steve looked over at Sam in the drivers seat with a slight frown of confusion on his face.

“Yes,” Sam nodded insistingly, turning the engine off which would’ve left them in total darkness if it wasn’t for the light illuminating from the house they sat outside of. “This is the last place F.R.I.D.A.Y traced Bucky’s phone.”

“But it looks like a normal house.” Steve’s frown didn’t leave his face as he stared out of the window, scanning the area for any sign of danger. “In a suburban area, full of civilians.”

He didn’t know what he expected to find when he’d agreed to Sam’s ridiculous plan to spy on Bucky. But it sure as hell wasn’t this. The unknown set off a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t fond of. A feeling that made him think the worst.

“Maybe Hydra has finally figured out that creepy warehouses attract more attention than normal houses.” Sam half joked with a scoff, turning his body to take off his seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” Steve’s head immediately whipped round to look at Sam with a worried look on his face. Sam could sometimes be hotheaded and jump into things without a plan, which didn’t sit well with Cap.

“I’m going to check it out.” Sam replied matter-of-factly. He knew that Steve would oppose to what he thought was the best plan of action, so he wasn’t going to ask permission, which he realised wasn’t going to work.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Steve pressed his lips together in a line nervously, his eyes darting back to the location where they’d tracked Bucky.

“Okay, why?” Sam dropped his hand from where it had lifted to open the car door and looked over at Steve. He decided he at least respected Cap enough to listen to his Star Spangled reasoning.

“Well for one, if it is a Hydra location the perimeter will be highly alarmed, not to mention the calibre of dangerous assassins that will be waiting inside, you won’t stand a chance.” Steve sighed, thousands of thoughts bouncing around his mind as he ran his hand through his hair stressfully. “And even if it’s not,” Steve’s voice dropped as his eyes grew worried. “Bucky will know we were tracking him.”

Sam chose to stay silent of a moment, something that didn’t happen very often. He knew Steve had just opened up about the real reason he didn’t want to go charging in like a bull in a china shop. He didn’t want to hurt Bucky. He didn’t want Bucky to feel like his two best friends didn’t trust him. Steve didn’t want to betray Bucky’s character and allow him to know that he had his doubts. That he could become Hydra’s Winter Soldier again.

“Okay, we’ll do it your way.” Sam said softly, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“We’ll start by securing the perimeter, then if, and only if, anything seems off, we’ll move in for closer inspection.” Steve instructed directly, only opening the car door once Sam had nodded in agreement.

They’d chosen not to bring any uniforms or weapons, knowing it would only draw more attention to themselves. Making sure to shut the car doors silently behind them, the pair slowly approached the white picket fence surrounding the property.

Sam veered to the left, Steve to the right as they inspected the location. Nothing seemed off. A few lights in different rooms illuminated the house. The curtains were drawn, making it hard for the two avengers to know exactly what was going on inside.

“No sign of movement on the east side.” Steve whispered, loud enough for Sam to hear as he slowly moved to inspect the gate.

Sam looked over at where Cap was, walking casually to meet him, finding no need to be as stealthy as his partner. “I got nothing on this side either.”

Steve sighed, relaxing a little when he saw no sign of danger. He stood up straight and crossed his arms, he was growing more curious by the second.

“Why this house? This family? In this neighbourhood? Who lives here? There must be some significance. I’ll call Tony and get F.R.I.D.A.Y to run the house through the datab-“

“Shh.” Sam quickly lifted his hand, cutting Steve off as his eyes darted from side to side. There was an eery silence in the street, followed by a muffled sound which made Steve’s ears prick up in attention. “Do you hear that?”

The boys made eye contact, frowns covering both of their faces as they slowly turned towards the house. Sam gestured towards the front door with his head, Steve nodding in agreement as they carefully opened the gate and moved in towards the house.

They crept up the garden path, stomachs sinking as the noise becoming more apparent, informing them they were on the right track.

“It’s coming from around the side.” Steve whispered as he pointed his finger, Sam’s eyes drifted to where Cap was pointing with a nod of acknowledgment.

The pair continued on their search, ears on high alert as they followed the sound down the left side of the house, a small passage which was as dark as the night. They stopped when they got to a room illuminated with light, the small open window too high up on the wall for them to see inside.

Low grunts, loud moans and harsh slapping sounds made both of their faces go pale in fear. It had to be Bucky. But they weren’t his moans, they were the moans of a woman. He wasn’t alone. And it sounded like he was torturing her.

“Shit.” Steve couldn’t help but let the language slip passed his lips as he dropped his head in a sigh, his hands on his hips. He tried to give Bucky the benefit of the doubt, but the evidence was stacked against him.

“What do we do now, Cap?” Sam whispered sadly, he wanted Bucky to be innocent just as much as Steve did. Yes, he would wind up the metal armed soldier at every opportunity that he got, but he had grown fond of him.

“We can’t let this go on.” Steve gestured towards the window where the near enough screams of a women were coming from, knowing they had to act fast as he tried to think up a plan.

“Oh, yes.” The girl moaned before Steve could even begin to think, causing both Sam and Steve to look at each other in surprise. “Oh, Bucky, fuck.” She cried out in pleasure, both boy’s brains ticking over as they tried to catch up with what was happening.

“Oh. My. God.” A cheeky smile washed over Sam’s face as a chuckle erupted from his throat. Steve let his face fall in his hands, humiliated and relieved at the same time.

Steve was thankful that his friend hadn’t been taken over by Hydra again, thankful that he wasn’t causing anyone harm. But now, he was stood in an alleyway listening to his best friend have sex.

Steve, still in shock, shook his head as he looked up at Sam who was still softly chuckling.

“I’m about to cum.” Bucky’s sudden moan caused both boys to snap back to the moment, eyes widening as they realised they didn’t want to be in ear shot when their friend reached his climax.

“Go,” Sam said quickly, his hand lifting to softly push Steve when he didn’t move. “Go, go, go.” He added with a bit more urgency, both boys turning to run from the alleyway in such a hurry that they weren’t looking where they were going.

They didn’t even make it more than a couple of steps before a loud crashing sound came from beneath them. “Shit.” Sam sighed, scrambling to pick up the pipes which he’d knocked over in his rush to get away.

Steve turned around with a sour look in his face, watching Sam try to clean up his mess. There was no way all that commotion would’ve gone unnoticed by the couple inside.

Sam gave Steve a knowing look, the only chance they had of escaping was to make a break for it.

Steve nodded, turning to run back down the alleyway with Sam right behind him. They were almost in the clear, close to the front of the house when a metal arm punched across Steve’s face to stop him running, only missing him by an inch.

Sam stumbled into Steve’s back at his sudden halt, the metal hand twisting to grab Steve by his throat. He was pulled around the corner, his back shoved against the brick wall of the house harshly.

“Steve?” Bucky’s face dropped in shock as he let go of his best friend’s throat. He stepped back and looked to the side, noticing a sheepish looking Sam. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”

Steve and Sam both looked at each other before back at Bucky, noticing his wet body only covered by his track pants hanging low on his hips.

“I think the real question is, who are you doing here?” Sam asked cheekily, a cocky smirk on his face which got wiped off as soon as Steve hit his chest in annoyance.

“Bucky, we can ex-“

“How did you- Did you follow me here?” Bucky chose to ignore Sam’s comment, cutting Steve off before crossing his arms as he waited for an explanation.

There was another moment of silence as the two culprits looked at each other once again, saved by a small voice coming from beside them.

“Bucky, everything okay?” Y/N’s soft voice made all three boys turn to face her from where she stood on the porch, a slight whistle coming from Sam as they took in her appearance. Her hair was still wet, her body only covered by the shirt that Bucky had been wearing earlier that night.

Bucky sighed, running his flesh hand through his wet hair, his metal one firmly on his hip. “Yeah, baby. It’s just my friends.” Bucky said the word ‘friends’ through gritted teeth as he glared back at them.

“Oh,” Y/N perked up a little as she pranced down the steps to where they were, almost hiding behind Bucky as she cuddled his flesh arm. “I apologise for my appearance. If Bucky had told me you were coming I would’ve been more prepared.” She giggled softly, her reaction to the whole situation made all three boys frown in confusion.

They’d expected her to yell, to ask what the hell they were doing around the side of her house, to kick them out, to yell at Bucky for telling his friends about them without consulting her first, to just walk back into the house and ignore them. In that moment, Bucky knew she was a keeper.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Y/N spoke as the two boys opposite just blinked, half surprised that Bucky actually kept such a secret from them for this long. “I’m Y/N.” She held out her hand.

“Steve Rogers.” Steve immediately responded, stepping forward to shake her hand with a sweet smile.

“I’m Sam.” Sam followed, shaking her hand as

Bucky, still half confused about why his best friends were there, wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist. “So are you two-“ Sam dragged out the words.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Bucky responded shortly, Y/N’s heart fluttering at the word, something that was only shared between the two of them until now.

“Well we should all probably move inside, it’s a bit chilly out here tonight.” Y/N offered sweetly, gesturing towards the front door. “I hope you guys like brownies.”

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Seeing u getting many requests there, that's really cool you deserve it (though I hope it doesn't overwhelm u or smth). May I request smth? A WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice). Thank you!

Hello Anon! Hope you’re doing fine! 

Sorry this took long. It was really hard to write actually, because I don't feel anger towards Wanda and thinking about fighting with her was really weird haha But I hope you like this. 

Attraction and Reaction / / AO3 

Warnings: 18+, Smut, language.

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Part Two Here

It was no secret on the Avengers team that you and Wanda did not have the best of relationships. 

There were numerous warnings from Steve and Tony, and even Natasha, due to the number of arguments and disagreements that took place. You were sure that no action was taken just because you two function well on the battlefield, even if you don't get along off it.

At this moment, for example, you were in a meeting with the rest of the team about the next Avengers mission, but you weren't really paying attention as you scribbled on your notepad. And then your cell phone vibrated, and you pulled it out of your pocket to check it.

- Can you pay attention, Y/N? - Tony asked, and you looked away from the notification of a message from Carol to look at him. But before you could answer, Wanda muttered with irony:

- Typical.

You blinked, feeling a familiar irritation fill your entire body.

- Is there anything you wanna say to me, Maximoff?

- Just for you to fuck off.

You were going to hit back with a angry response, but the team let out a loud impatient grumble.

- Don't even start! - Tony ordered with a serious expression. - I need to go over all this, you can kill yourselves after the presentation.

- No one is going to kill anyone. - said Steve, and you giggled. - Just continue the presentation, please.

Tony rolled his eyes and resumed the presentation. You let out an impatient sigh and tried to pay attention. Fortunately it wasn't much longer before Tony finished. As the members began to get up, Steve signaled for you and Wanda to stay in the room, and you grumbled as you sat back down, throwing your feet up on the table.

- Girls, this can't go on any longer. - Steve said in a serious tone.

- I don't know what you are talking about. - You mock with your arms crossed. Steve doesn't laugh.

- I'm not joking. - He warns. - You need to work out your differences.

- Things would be easier if Y/N wasn't such an arrogant jerk. - Wanda says, and you let out a wry exclamation.

- If Wanda wasn't completely mental and stubborn it would also be easier for us to get along.

Wanda turns in her chair to look at you, her expression of anger.

- Oh, I'm the unstable one? Remind me who is known to lose her head around here?

You roll your eyes impatiently, but before you can respond Steve shouts.

- Stop it, you two, that's enough. - He says. - You are suspended from the next mission.

- Excuse me? - you exclaim looking at him.

- Until this conflict is resolved, you will work together. - He clarifies and you let out a nervous laugh, frowning. - You will be team partners, and you will learn to get along. That is my final decision. Now you can go.

You get up from the table in annoyance, and hurry to leave, with Wanda right behind you. As you stand in the hallway toward your rooms, she shouts:

- This is all your fault! You have to talk shit all the time, don't you?

You let out a wry laugh as you stop walking and turn toward her.

- You're so annoying. - You grumble with your hands in your pockets. - I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with you.

Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh, and you notice her reddened eyes and the magic slipping from her fingers, and you look at her in defiance.

- Come on, do it. - You tease. - I dare you.

- Girls! - shouted Natasha as she turned into the hallway, and quickly got between you and Wanda, putting her hands on her shoulders to calm her down. Wanda blinked in confusion, lowered her hands and her eyes returned to normal. - You two have lost your minds, haven't you?

Your heart was racing, and you thought it was the adrenaline. Licking your lips, you let out a laugh and gave Wanda one last angry glance before turning and heading for your room.

//-//

Steve was really serious about the suspension. The vast majority of the team was out of the tower heading to some city in Europe, and you and Wanda were basically grounded in the tower while Steve left Bucky checking up on you two.

At that point Bucky assigned you and Wanda to train together, and you didn't understand how the best alternative to resolve conflicts was to make you fight, but you didn't question it.

- I want a clean fight, girls. - He said sitting on the stool beside the mat, while you and Wanda climbed into the ring from opposite sides.

- Tell it to the little witch, there. - You retort, looking at Wanda, and she frowns at you.

- You're really going to piss me off before you fight me, aren't you?

You roll your eyes, getting into a defensive position. Bucky lets out a chuckle, getting to his feet. He picks up two sticks, and hands one to each of you.

- You two need to practice using bladed weapons. - He explains and sits back down.

And then you advance on Wanda, who narrowly defends your blow. She counterattacks with the stick towards your legs, but you jump and throw the stick at her, who ducks quickly. You take two steps back, preparing to attack, and as you launch a series of quick strikes which Wanda fights back, you manage to trip her, and watch with a wry smile as she falls backwards onto the ground looking extremely annoyed. But your smile dies when Wanda punches the tatami and her magic escapes, throwing you away.

You fall backwards, feeling your whole body boiling with rage, and get up quickly, but Bucky has already stepped onto the tatami and gets in front of you before you can reach Wanda, who has also gotten up.

- Let's just calm down, okay? - He says seriously, looking between the two of you. - A five-minute break? And no magic next time.

Wanda rolls her eyes, turning to leave the mat. You start to take off your training gloves. 

- What's the matter with you two? - Bucky asks looking really curious. You roll your eyes impatiently.

- I don't want to argue about this again.

Bucky lets out a sigh, leaving the ring. You look around, and notice that Wanda is in the corner of the room, drinking some water. She is sweaty, and her hair is disheveled, and you look down at her exposed collarbone, feeling your throat suddenly dry. You imagine yourself kissing and biting the exposed skin as she moans your name. You blink, trying to push these thoughts away, and then step out of the ring.

- I don't want to practice anymore. - You announce it before you leave. You think Bucky says something, but you have already left the academy.

//-//

Bucky decided to try a different tactic to improve your relationship with Wanda. He described it as a trust technique, which was something he and Sam tried for a while. 

So here you were in one of the empty rooms of the complex, sitting in a chair facing Wanda. Both of you had your arms crossed.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Bucky, standing in front of you. - I'm going to ask you some simple questions, and I need you to answer them honestly.

- Yes, sir. - You retort with mild irony, but Bucky doesn't mind.

- Y/N can you tell me something you like about Wanda?

You let out a dry laugh. But seeing Bucky's expression, you realize that you are going to have to answer.

- I like it when she shuts up. - You retort, and Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh.

- And I like it when you are not around.

- And I...

- Enough! - Bucky interrupts angrily, pressing his fingers to his forehead. - Let's try something else then. I have brought you a list of questions.

- This should be interesting. - You sneer as Bucky walks up to the living room table behind the papers.

When he reaches for the papers, he decides to stand against the table, looking at you.

- Well, Wanda. Tell me, what behavior do you think Y/N should change towards you?

Wanda smiles wryly.

- I wish she wouldn't talk to me.

- That's fine with me. - You retort grumpily, and Wanda looks at you angrily. Bucky sighs with impatience.

- I am serious. - He says. - Do you even know when this conflict started?

You laugh.

- I'm not the one who brought the enemy back to the team. - You point to the time when Wanda fought alongside Ultron.

- Seriously? - She replies incredulously. - Of course you had to bring that back.

- They are just facts.

- The only fact here is that you are an arrogant jerk...

- You just know two adjectives, don't you? - You mockingly interrupt.

- Oh, I have other adjectives for you, yes. - She retorts with irritation, starting to list them on her fingers as she speaks. - Immature, rude, selfish...

- Don't forget hot. - You hit back with a smile, and Wanda rolls her eyes, but before she can continue, Bucky gets up from the table.

- Okay, you guys are going to do the silent exercise. - he says. - Five minutes looking into each other's eyes. Now.

- You're kidding, right? - You retort incredulously, but Bucky's expression is serious.

- Now. - He repeats and you roll your eyes before looking away from him to Wanda.

It's weird, especially in the first few seconds. She looks at you with an impassive face, and you look at her with the same expression. And then you realize that she has very beautiful eyes. Has it been five minutes, you think, starting to feel strange. You hold your gaze, but your thoughts start to wander, and you imagine that you want to leave. But looking at Wanda like this, your thoughts begin to take a completely different turn.

You imagine Wanda sweating like that day at practice, only this time she's with her legs spread wide while you fuck her on your bed. Then you imagine her spreading her legs for you now still sitting in her chair, while you kneel down and touch her until she loses all control.

You also imagine pushing her down on the table, fucking her until her scream. 

And then a noise startles you, and you blink in confusion, looking away.

- Damn, sorry. - Says Bucky looking at his cell phone that is ringing and vibrating in his hand. - It's Steve. It might be about the mission. Try not to kill yourselves while I talk to him.

Bucky rushes to answer it and out of the room, and you let out an impatient sigh. Getting up, you walk over to the desk, looking at the notes he has made.

- Couple therapy techniques. - You read aloud with irony. - This is a joke.

- We wouldn't be here if you weren't such a pain in the ass.

- Yes, it's all my fault. - You retort, throwing the papers on the table and leaning on the furniture. 

- Are you implying that this is my fault? - she replies angrily. - You're the one who has hated me for no reason since I came here!

You blink in surprise and then you're laughing. You never hated Wanda. Your laughter seemed to irritate her even more because she stood up and assumed an aggressive posture.

- Did I tell a joke, by any chance? Why the hell are you laughing? - She asked irritated, you bit your lips, she was hot as hell with her jaw clenched.

- Why don't you take a peek into my mind and find out? - You challenged, looking at her with intensity.

Wanda looked slightly surprised, but didn't flinch. And then her eyes turned red, and you showed her exactly how you felt about her.

You moving towards her, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her mouth firmly. Your tongue in her mouth, as she moaned against you. Your hands going down a little, steadying her before lifting her onto your lap to carry her to the table and have her sit down without breaking the kiss. 

Once seated, you would move your kisses down her collarbone, sucking on her skin until it was red and sensitive, while your hands went inside her shirt at the waist and up to her breasts. You imagined Wanda moaning in your ear, asking you to touch her. And then you would. 

Guiding your hand up her thigh, you would lift her skirt, running your fingers along her skin, until you touched her where she wanted you to. And you would kiss her hard when you reached it, hard enough to make her lose her direction. 

You would start by superficially caressing her through her panties, until she began to tremble and push her hips against you.

Then you would push the panties aside, and penetrate her all at once, feeling her hot and wet in your fingers, while she moaned loudly against you.

You would bring your hand to her hair, pulling gently to expose the collarbone you wanted so badly to kiss, while Wanda would get overwhelmed with such intense satisfaction. You would push your fingers into her until her walls tightened around you, and she began to spasm, whimpering."

Wanda stumbled backwards with a surprised exclamation and a breathless sigh, the sound of the door opening and Bucky entering the room woke her up. You licked your lips, feeling extremely turned on by the playfulness.

- I see you didn't kill yourselves while I was away. - said the soldier, putting away his cell phone. Then he looked up at you two, and frowned. - Is everything okay?

You cleared your throat, trying to smile. But then Wanda spoke first.

- Everything's great. - Her voice came out a little hoarse. - We talked a little while you were out there. - She lies, but you cover it up. - Y/N and I are going out together for a while, to try to resolve this situation without involving the team.

Bucky looks really surprised, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing, and then Bucky smiles.

- Wow, that's great news! - He says - I am proud of you guys.

- Can we go now? - Wanda asks looking anxious. 

- Sure, go ahead. - He says, still smiling. Wanda looks at you and the gleam in her eyes makes your stomach turn with anxiety.

You walk silently out of the hallway, and there is such tension in the air that it is hard to breathe.

About five minutes later, you are in your room, settling your differences in the best possible way.

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hiii i saw that you write cobra kai imagines and i was wondering if you could do a miguel imagine in which the reader is best friends with robby and has developed feelings for him while miguel still likes sam, so the reader and miguel start fake dating and emd up catching feelings for eachother?🥺💞

failure to plan, part one. miguel diaz x reader

summary 📣: above :)

warnings 🚫: gif not mine, swearing

slater’s note 🗯: also there will be A PART TWO I PROMISE

“i have a plan.”

you looked up from your textbooks, seeing a very hyper miguel, his hands pressed down onto the table, inches across from you. 

you press your lips into a thin line, narrowing your brows up to the boy, your head slightly quirked to the side, “what’s your plan?”

miguel pulled out the seat in front of you, causing you to begin to close your books and set them to the side, giving him your divided attention. 

“i need to be with same,” he said straight forward, folding his arms against the cold, blue plastic table, “i’m done constantly chasing after her.. wondering whether or not she likes me the way i like her still.” 

he paused giving you time to process his words as he tried to think of what to say next, how to form his words while your lips pressed back into a line. 

you didn’t know miguel that well... well you did but he was more or so an acquaintance than anything else. you had found yourself noticing him a lot more the moment him and robby had began to get along, causing your whole friend group to pull closer together, that being, sam, you, tory, robby, demetri, eli, and miguel. 

he was a funny kid, one you could put a lot of trust into if you needed to. 

“i know you like robby,” he paused, looking down at the table as if he was slightly ashamed for knowing this information, and you yourself were slightly shocked, but you stayed silent, resisting the urge to open your mouth. “i see the way you look at him, i know you like that kid just as much as i like sam.”

robby. that “kid” was your best friend and you had very valid reasons as to why you liked him, one being as to he was there for you since day one. robby didn’t have a lot of trust in people, nor did anyone seem to trust him... but you. 

you had met him at a skating rink where you had just about fallen on your ass if he hadn't swooped in and caught you by the arm, keeping you on your feet and away from falling into a deep pit of hurt and scratches. 

he taught you things, you kept him out of trouble, you kept each other alive and in your well beings. you couldn't have asked for a better friend nor would you ever think about replacing him. 

that’s why it was hard for you to realize that you thought of him more than just a friend. the thought of ruining what you had with for something that might not even be a possibility, that being; him liking you. 

“yeah, okay, so you know that, what about it?” 

“i have a proposition.”

“get to the point.”

you didn’t intend for anything that came out of your mouth to be rude, but the fact that he knew something so personal, something that you wouldn't even tell your mom or girl best friend about made you uncomfortable, on edge. what else did he know? 

it was ridiculous to feel so attacked by miguel diaz because really, the kid was sweet, he had no attentions in being harmful, but you just couldn't stop your mind from caving in on itself. 

“fake date,” he said it straight forward making you curve your head a bit in confusion and in thought, wondering whether or not your heard him right or if you were really going crazy faster than you thought. 

“huh?” “fake dating,” he repeated, “it’s the only way to tell whether or not if i’m wasting my time, but i don’t think i am, i just know she likes me back but i need to push her a bit.” “so you want to make her jealous?” he nodded his head, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to say ‘yes’. 

“what’s in it for me?” “works both ways.” “yes, but i don’t think robby likes me like that, that’s why i haven’t said anything to him about it-”

“y/n,” he cuts you off, wanting to slow down the oncoming rambling that was about to spill out of your mouth in one big mess, “guy best friends usually like their girl best friends. robby just needs a push as well.” 

it made you bit your lip in thought, eyes racing back on the table top before you. the idea he presented before you was either a really good one... or a really, really bad one. 

“i’ll think about it,” you got up quickly, grabbing all your books before rushing out of the library. 

°•

monday came rather fast, making you think you didn’t have nearly enough time to think about miguel’s proposition. you knew he would probably would want an answer, especially due to the fact that you had ignored all his phone calls and texts. 

hanging out with robby all weekend hadn’t necessarily gave you any clarity either. it was the only thing on your mind as you the two of you went to the skate park and his dad's apartment, and mr. larusso’s home, and the food court, and anywhere and everywhere. the only thing. 

you begun to feel bad because twenty minutes into hanging out he had noticed, giving you hard time about it as time continued on it seemed to have been a repetitive thing. 

“what’s on your mind, kid?” “uh, nothing.”

all you could say was you felt bad. 

you hustled down the hallway, trying your best to maneuver yourself around the teen bodies that filled the hallway like a small box. it was hot and stuffy and you felt your heart all high in your chest as you tried to spot for something familiar, spot robby. 

you continued down the hallway before hitting a clearing a relief hitting you and lightening up on your chest, analyzing your environment before planning out how you’d get to your next class. 

you rounded a corner, five feet away from your physics class before you felt the weight of your body being pulled back in your past tracks. 

and you almost smacked whoever did so before realizing it was miguel, a relief coming over you as you sighed, sinking your shoulders back into a more relaxed position. 

he slightly laughed, letting go of your arm, “relax, it’s just me.”

you rolled your eyes, nodding him off, “what do you want?”

“i want an answer.”

“what?” you almost resisted the urge to play dumb but the words just fell out of your mouth, think it would give you more time to make up your mind. 

“you know what.”

“yeah, i don't know,” you turned around but he grabbed onto your shoulder quickly before flipping you back around. 

“y/n,” he gave you a pointed look that made you even more anxious than you already were.

you bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the answer would just come to you right in that moment, but it didn't. there was just some part of you that just didn't understand, maybe that was what was holding you back due to the lack of clarity on the situation. what did “fake dating” even entail? what would you have to do? and why you? what was so special about you other then the fact that you were just as helpless as he was to getting the person he liked to like him back. 

but so what? there were hundreds of girls like that at your school. 

you exhaled, almost rolling your head down in shame, “you know what, fine, i’ll ‘fake date’ you... but you have to tell me why.”

“what do you mean, why?”

“why me, miguel?” 

he rolled his eyes as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world, “i already told you, we both have people we like-”

“yeah but there’s other people in this school in that exact situation,” you extended out your arm, getting worked up for basically nothing. 

miguel rolled his eyes again before taking a step forward, “we can talk about this later, meet me in the library later.”

and he walked off. 

°•

“hey, can i give you a ride?” 

three o’clock arrived like clock work and after seven classes of hell you walked out of your last one, completely exhausted and ready to go home, but remembered you still had to meet miguel in the library. 

it had been bearing on your mind all day, that you just wished you could forget about it and go home with robby like he offered. 

“no, i can’t,” you mumbled, diverting your body to face robby as the two of you neared the exit of the school.

“why not? got a hot date or something?”

“something like that,” you smiled just as he did. 

“alright, i’ll see you later,” he gave your arm a tight squeeze before walking out the doors, waving as he continued out onto the parking lot. 

“lord, help me.”

°•

“no strings attached, you don’t have to call me at twelve in the morning when your crying nor do i have to call you when i get hurt or some shit,” miguel was straightforward, he pulled out his phone and began reading from a list off of it, like he had had this planned way before even deciding to talk to you about it. “we’re here to make people jealous, not get attached.”

you nodded, trying to process all the things he had said in the past ten minutes about what was to go down with the two of for however how long it would take before either sam or robby broke from underneath the pressure of you two “dating”. 

miguel already had the week planned and you were slightly grateful that he knew what he was doing because you sure as hell didn't. 

“i’ll take you out to the mini golf place so then it’s public, you know? it’ll seem more official and that way people will see us together...” he continued on by saying, “we hold hands, kiss in the hall, and do all the cheesy couple shit.” “thought you were a sucker for that stuff,” you hummed, raising your eyebrows, slightly shocked by him bad mouthing all the “cheesy shit” that couples do, the type of shit you would see him doing in the halls with sam when they were still a thing. 

he rolled his eyes, “whatever, we got a deal?” 

you watched him raise his hand, reaching across the table for your own... and you took it, nodding your head still lost, but content now. 

“we have a deal.”

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“What d‘ya say, baby, red or white wine?“ Harry ponders, leaning one hip against the kitchen counter and holding up the two dark glass bottles in his hands, showing them to Y/N.

“I dunno, I‘d say red but Anne‘s not really a fan of it, so let‘s just take the white,“ she shrugs her shoulders, little animated hearts dancing around in her eyes from watching Harry look so fucking effortlesly hot for no damn reason. His sheer button-up that shows his vast collection of body ink and the way his black jeans fit snugly on his juicy thighs are the reasons her panties are drenched inside out.

Little does she know, he‘s thinking the exact same thing.

She stands in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a tight, sand colored turtleneck, black bell bottomed pants and the pointed-toe nude Louboutin heels Harry had gotten her for her last birthday, looking like Harry‘s next meal. All he wants to do, is take those pants, shove them down to her thighs, bend her over their glass dining table and bury his face in her cunt and ass.

But, they‘ve got places to be and people to see at the Styles-Twist family gathering.

Dead puppies, grandma boobs, cow udders is all that circles his head because nothing else can bring his boner down.

“Hey, where‘d you go?“ Y/N waves her hand in his face, seeing his spaced out face and eyes weirdly zoned in on her tits.

“Huh?“

“Y‘zoned out on me, Har, y‘okay?“ she slowly walks towards him with her brows furrowed, her heels making a really satisfying noise on the gray kitchen tiles.

“Oh, yeah, ‘m fine, kitty, just thinking ‘bout how pretty y‘are,“ he grins and tugs her in close by her love handles, then gradually migrates his hands down to her ass and gives it a firm squeeze once she‘s fully enclosed in his arms. And about how hard I want to fuck you, you fucking Goddess, he thinks to himself.

“Let‘s go then, bub, don‘ wanna be late. Been a while since we last saw your mum, I‘ve missed her,“ she smiles up at him. “And, wanna get home as soon as possible as well, also been a while since we used those handcuffs, huh?“

Harry watches as she bites her bottom lip and feels her dainty hands stroking up and down his back, and just as he‘s about to ram her against the wall to spank her and remind her how daddy doesn‘t like to be teased like that, she quickly slips out of his embrace and spanks his firm bum, telling him “let‘s go, Har“ and giving him a pointed look as if to silently tell him that she knows exactly what he‘s thinking.

‘‘‘

“Oh, yeah, since ‘m on winter break right now, me ‘n Harry started re-watching Friends, but my old man can barely keep his eyes open past 11, so it‘s been goin‘ really slowly,“ Y/N giggles, and that‘s the only part of the conversation Harry hears as he‘s approaching his lovie and Gemma, the two of them talking alone on the outside bench of Anne‘s back garden.

He feels finally free after hearing his uncle talk about the new corn he‘s been growing and how the high fiber content has really helped with his digestion for the past half an hour, and all he wants to do is throw Y/N over his shoulder, go home and fuck the ever living shit out of her. Maybe they won‘t even make it inside the house, he thinks, maybe he‘ll just take her in the car in the driveway.

“Hey, is the old man you‘re talkin‘ about supposed to be me?“ he pretends to be offended with raised brows and mouth open in mock offense, throwing his arm around his lovie‘s shoulders and leaning against the side of the bench in a hunched over sitting position with his bum right at the edge.

“Well, I don‘ really have any other old men watchin‘ Friends with me,“ she shrugs, her eyes regaining the light they get whenever Harry‘s around.

“Better not,“ he says in a stern tone, expression softening once again as he feels her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly in reassurance.

Then, he hears someone else giggle beside his baby, completely forgetting that Gemma‘s been sitting beside Y/N, because all he sees, knows and breathes is Y/N.

“You guys are so cute,“ Gemma giggles again and Harry notices just how tipsy his sister is from the sparkly look in her eyes, no doubt from the delicious wine set out on Anne‘s kitchen island. “Can I tell you a secret?“

“Go ‘head, Gem,“ he chuckles, brushing his fingers through lovie‘s soft hair, “jus‘ don‘ be mad at me if y‘gonna be embarassed by it for the rest of y‘life.“

“Oh, shut up,“ Gemma rolls her eyes, “I may be drunk, but ‘m not stupid, it‘s nothin‘ embarassing. Jus‘ wanted to tell you both how glad I am you two ended up together.“

“We‘re glad too, Gem, thank you,“ Y/N smiles at her, a fond look taking over her face from the realisation at how lucky she got with her sister-in-law. Or actually, Harry‘s whole family, really, and she feels beyond grateful for how accepted and loved she feels in it.

“No, like, ‘m sayin‘ just-just how grateful I am my brother ended up with someone so amazing, so understanding and just—overall such a great person. Really, at first, me ‘n mum were a bit skeptical because of—you know—the pretty big twelve year age difference and all, and Y/N bein‘ only eighteen when y‘met. But over time when we got to know you, you‘re mature beyond your years and I wouldn‘t wish Harry any other person. ‘M really glad that all the negative comments, looks and hate y‘both got at the start of your relationship didn‘t break you up or put any tiffs between you. Y‘gained the fans‘ trust, didn‘t let them overwhelm you. Just proves that no hardships can separate you‘s, you‘re meant to be.“

And Y/N‘s got tears in her eyes at the end of Gemma‘s mini speech, because she couldn‘t imagine hearing nicer words from her boyfriends family. If everyone genuinely thinks all of this about her, she‘s quite literally the luckiest person in the world.

Harry watches as Y/N doesn‘t hesitate to give Gemma a big, fat hug once she‘s done talking and all he thinks is how right Gemma is.

How right she is by saying that Y/N is the most fucking amazing thing to ever happen to him, how nothing can separate them and how they‘re meant to be. That‘s all  Harry thinks about all day every day, and to think that his sister and probably the rest of his family have the same outlook on their relationship is like putting in the last missing piece of the puzzle.

Y/N pulls away from the hug and subtly wipes at her undereyes, “thank you, Gem. I just-I don‘ really know what else t‘say except thank y‘so much.“

“No, but seriously,“ Gemma grins at the next part she‘s about to say, “jus‘ the other day me and mum were talkin‘ about the adorable little buggers you‘d make with your good genes and all an-“

“Okay, Gem,“ Harry chuckles and takes the almost empty wine glass from her hand, “thank y‘for the kind words, but tha‘s all for tonight, I think.“

Gemma pouts, “hey, why‘d y‘take my wine?“

“C‘mon, let‘s go find Michal, he‘ll know what t‘do with ya,“ Harry smiles at his sister and helps her up from the bench and watches as she uncoordinately trots towards the door, heading inside of the warm house where the rest of his family are chatting away amongst eachother.

He stays behind and quickly leans down to whisper in Y/N‘s ear, gripping her thighs in both of his hands, “bathroom upstairs. In five minutes. Daddy doesn‘t like to wait.“ And walks away, catching up to his sister and leads her away to her boyfriend. He wants her, and he wants her now, because he physically cannot contain all of the love and absolute appreciation he has for her inside of him any longer.

Y/N just sits there with clenched thighs and an irregularly beating heart.

‘‘‘

“Fuck,“ Harry pants against his lovie‘s neck, keeping her hands pinned to the wall above her head by her wrists, “how are you this fucking beautiful, huh?“

“Fuck, please do something, Har,“ she mewls into his ear, desperately wanting to grind against something and longing to feel his cock lodged deep into her pussy.

“That‘s not my name,“ Harry growls and grips her wrists tighter.

“Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me, just-please, do something.“

“God, bunny, y‘drivin‘ me crazy. Can‘t fuck you here, don‘t want m‘family t‘hear you screamin‘ fo‘ daddy to fuck y‘ass harder. Gonna make it home, first. Or halfway.“ He grinds against one of her thighs and his cock is leaking so much precome he‘s sure there‘s gonna be a wet stain on his dark jeans once they get out of this Goddamn bathroom.

“Just stop talking, Daddy,“ she pants out, not really caring for the consequences of talking back to daddy at this exact moment and slots her lips to his own, immediately sucking his tongue into her mouth.

And Harry thinks he‘s gonna let her off for this one, because they both need it so much that the bloody rules daddy made can fuck right off through the window.

He moans into her mouth and takes his tongue out of it, quickly pulling back and looking into her eyes, “put your hand into your panties and feel how wet y‘are for me.“ And let‘s go of her wrists.

She does as she‘s told, feeling so fucking thankful for the small amount of friction she gets from her fingers quickly brushing on her clit as she passes it to her weeping hole and rubs her her pointer finger at the entrance of it.

Taking her hand out of her pants, she shows Harry her shiny, slick fingers coated in her juices.

“Suck on them like you‘d suck my cock.“ He rasps out with his hands put on either side of her head.

She takes them into her mouth and moans at her own mouth-watering taste, sucking her fingers to the back of her throat and gagging on them like she‘d gag on Harry‘s cock.

Harry moans out from the filthy sight and locks their lips together for a final time, “five minutes to say goodbye t‘everyone and then I want y‘in the front seat of m‘car with your pants in the back.“