#we slow danced at semi formal and after the dance I ran away

[folklaurr]

In grad 7 I had this huge crush on a boy in my class and one day he posted a photo on Facebook of a bunch of anime characters in a room together and tagged everyone from class and he tagged me a Sailor Moon and I was CONVINCED from that day forward he was in love with me

[saturnsstufff]

The Empress pt.IX

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, mentions of death.

(So, sorry this is so short)

   After talking with Phil you both decided it would be best to return to the party. Although you weren't looking forward to seeing the lingering looks and stares, you were looking forward to dancing with Techno. Now that you've had a moment to ease your senses, you were able to push away the others and focus on your lover.

   When Techno saw you walk in with Phil, his lips turned into a smile. He offered his arm back to you, of course you took it without hesitation. Phil was happy to see you two having fun together, a lot of the things techno did with you, was what Phil did with his wife. So seeing you two was almost a blast from the past.

   "Feeling better?" He asked softly. His arm rested on your forearm. Wanting to clarify that you were ok. You gave him a nod and smiled.

   "Much better." He gave a reassuring nod and turned to the crowd again. You noticed the lingering eyes had fallen back to you. As much as you wanted to say the two of you looked like a casual couple. Techno was dressed beautifully in his traditional military uniform, truly looking regal and official. Like Sarah, she was also in her traditional uniform as well. Although looking around, most of the attendees were in uniform. This is what Sarah must have meant when she said that most of her friends were within her ranks. Even as Sarah's Maid of Honor, you were dressed very nicely. Purples and reds adorned the dress. Techno's favorite colors. You didn't know it, but Techno had specifically requested that you were dressed as regal as possible. Since this was the first time the public, and court would see you, he wanted to make a lasting impression with you. He knew you weren't the most ladylike, but for what your manners lacked, your personality made up for. You were kind and always willing to correct yourself. He only hoped that the court would see this as well.

   After a while Techno and you had found a comfortable seat to eat a little late dinner. Of course the meal last long as the time came for the brides to have their dance with the fathers. On Sarah's behalf this meant a dance with Techno. You had no problem offering him up to her of course. You knew she had no intention of stealing Techno or anything of the sorts. when they made their way to the ball room floor, the two contrasted greatly. Technoblade was dressed in darks well Seraphina was in whites, It was beautiful to say the least, but then again most things within this palace was.

   Well Techno and Sarah danced, you felt little hands tug at the hem of your dress. Tommy. You looked down at the little boy. Like his brother's he was dressed just as nice. You couldn't help smiling wide, taking him into your arms. When you rested him on your knee he quickly became interested with the items on the table. Of course you didn't mind though. You even offered him the roll from your plate, knowing they were his favorite. When you looked up, you saw Philza give you a gentle nod, and a smile. Acknowledging Tommy was with you.

   Well you watched your lover dance with the bride, a middle-aged man had approached you and Tommy. He was dressed well, but not in uniform. He looked loosely bemused as he offered you a drink. You gave a shy smile but politely declined. "You don't drink?" He inquired. His eyebrow lifting in question. He didn't look kind, but he also didn't look mean.

   "Not particularly, I'm sorry" you said softly. Pulling Tommy closer to you subconsciously. You were unsure of the man as he took Technoblade's chair ever so casually.

   "Oh your alright, give it time. You'll take up drinking" he said too casually, leaning into the chair. You blinked a bit, taken back by his words.

   "I... I beg your pardon?" You asked, wanting to clarify what you herd. He looked at you and raised a semi bushy brow.

   "You'll take up drinking. As long as your with that man there" He pointed to Techno "I bet you'll become an alcoholic even." His eyebrow quirked as a devious smirk formed. His eyes were lingering Technoblade, who unbeknownst to you, had a not so happy look when seeing you and the man. "Or I bet you'll mysteriously go missing, or die" your eyes glanced about, now looking for a familiar face. The longer this man was with you, the more uncomfortable you grew with his presence.

"I.. I’m doubtful that will happen.. Technoblade is a kind man to me..." you said carefully, your eyes flickering to the man well you held Tommy close. Protective of him from the rather rude man In front of you.

   The mans eyes lingered to Tommy and back to you. "We'll see..." he dropped that conversation for a new one. "Where are my manners, my name is Leon Schmidt." He held his hand out for you. Adjusting Tommy you offered your hand and shook his. To your surprise your hand was stronger than his. His hands were not worn and worked with trade, but instead soft, and made for pens and books. With this small note you felt a slight surge of confidence.

   "Nice to meet you... I'm (y/n)-" he cut you off quickly.

   You felt a warm hand rest on your shoulder. The hardened tone of the person ran through. Technoblade. "Schmidt." You could see Leon's Adams apple bob slightly as techno addressed him. "I see you have met (y/n)" Techno's tone wasn't kind, rather harsh to be frank.

   "Oh I know who you are. Your very popular among us court members." He said taking his hand back, almost looking as if he wiped it. He took his drink in his hand and took the one he brought you. "As a sign of friendship and with the hopes the Emperor takes care of you. Lets drink to your health." He offered the drink again. You took it but you were hesitant. You didn't want to drink, but what would happen if you declined? He held his glass out for a toast. You glanced your glass to his and slowly toasted. You looked down to the glass and thought back. You didn't want to disappoint Techno, and have the court pressure him about you. The liquid was rolling with pearlescent Yellow's, orange's and red's. With a glance to Techno you carefully took a sip. Setting it aside after. Having no desire to drink more. You felt the liquid drop down your throat, a slow buildup of warmth filling your body.

Alcohol.

   "That I have... How long until this one ends up bored, or dead, Blood God?" You glanced up to Techno and saw his Jaw lock.

"For your information, Leon... I intend to marry (y/n)..." his hand held firm but kind on your shoulder. Acting almost like a protector of Tommy and you. Your face went red, your heart beating much faster. He Intended to marry you? Well Tommy played with the beads of your dress, your mind raced at the idea of you and him being a official couple. Would you have a wedding like this? Would he actually want that?

   "Marriage? With her?" The man chocked out a loud laugh. This left Techno seething. However, Techno's attention was drawn from Leon's boisterous laugh to you instead. You weren't acting normal. With your hand subconsciously your throat you loosely rubbed. Your breathing began to turn ragged and strained slowly. With a slight blue tinge to your lips Technoblade knew something was horribly wrong.

   "What did you put in her drink." At his his tone was nothing but sharp and demanding. Harshly taking your glass to smell it. With nothing sticking out to the hybrids senses, he set the glass down.

   Well Leon's laughs died down, he no longer found amusement at Techno's cruel tone. Techno took Tommy off your lap, taking your hand in his. The clammy feeling of your hands and your rapid heart rate was enough to tell him the problem.

   Your body was going into shock.

   When you came around the sun was already up. You were in your own bed well Tommy was curled up beside you, peacefully asleep with his teddy bear in arms. You let your head roll as your eyes scanned the room, falling to Technoblade in the end. His back was to you well he faced out the window, you could tell he was deep in thought. He was no longer in his formal attire. Instead he was in casual wear, his hair was in a messy bun, showing whatever he was doing demanded his full attention.

"Te..chno?.." your voice was ragged but he clearly herd it, turning to face you his eyes softened fast.

   "(y/n)..." he quickly walked over and sat beside you on the bed. His hand moved your hair back before he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, happy to see you awake once more. "How do you feel?" His eyes were worried, but gentle.

   "I... think ok?" You asked uncertain. Your body felt tired, but also well rested. You were looking up at him, your eyes dancing between his for how he felt.

   "Do you remember what happened?" His tone was soft and gentle. Rather if that was because of Tommy asleep by you, or because you had gave him a scare, you wouldn't know.

   "I remember... a man, Tommy, and you... then my throat felt weird..." he nodded slowly and cupped your cheek gently.

   "You had a Reaction to your drink... Did you know you are allergic to Blaze powder?..." you nodded slowly. When you lived within your village, your mother found out about the allergy when she gave you a strength potion. Well she intended it to be helpful, instead it was harmful. He tossed a few thoughts around within his head before nodding. "That drink you had with Leon yesterday had Blaze Powder... Your body went into shock love..."

   You thought back about last night and realized. the pearlescent. Then it hit you. The wedding. Your heart sank slowly, you still had wanted a dance with Techno before the night ended. "Wha... I... I'm sorry..." You said slowly, trying to sit up. He shook his head and rested his forehead on yours, easing you back down.

   "You have nothing to be sorry for... Were just reassured your ok..." you nodded, with a little lingering silence you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. He didn't hesitate to wrap his own arms around you. Keeping you close to his body.

   "We didn't even get to dance together..." your voice was soft and saddened, almost like a child that was scolded. You slowly buried your head into his neck for comfort

   "Is that what you wanted?..." you nodded slowly. Taking in his lingering cologne from the night before. He slowly pulled away and moved you. Scooping you up into his arm like you were a bride. You were unsure at first, but wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head resting on his chest. With a slow rocking motion he started to sway with you in his arms. Although you couldn't have a dance with him at the wedding, you actually preferred this. You felt safe and at ease within his arms. "You know I love you..." his voice was soft. Loving. He meant what he was saying.

   "I love you too Techno... With all of my heart..." as if those few words meant the world, techno shed a silent tear. You gave him a serious scare last night. He was glad you couldn't remember past your throat hurting either. He knew the things he said to Leon would have stuck with you a bit. Resting his head on yours, he swore from this day on, he would never let something like that happen again.

   It didn't take long for Sarah and Leon to come back around to the forge. Sarah came first of course. Techno had advised you keep easy on yourself for the day, so that's what you planned. Well you were at your work bench tending to the jewels of Phil's sword, she had wondered in. Mostly she was just worried about your health and whether you were ok. Curiously she inquired if your throat was doing better, and what had caused the reaction. The last she saw of you was when you were in techno's arms, being carried out well you struggled to breathe. Of course you reassured her that you were now fine and just taking the day easy. with a hesitant nod she parted from the forge, seeking her men out for a final training before the Honeymoon.

   When Leon came in that was a different story, unlike the night before he was quiet. His sharp features were now accompanied by a bruise on his cheek. You couldn't recall if he had that yesterday, so you quietly pushed the thought aside. With him in the room it was awkward, although he did try and strike a conversation.

   “Is your throat doing better?” You hummed, nodding. keeping to yourself to your bench, not wanting to be any closer to him then you had to be. You chewed your lip. your eyes glancing to his cheek. His eyes much have picked up on it because he had another remark to fallow. “You best watch yourself around that Blood God, girl.” You furrowed your brow at his words. You herd him mention that name last night when he was talking about Techno, but you paid it no mind.

   “Blood God?” you asked quietly, almost uncertain.

   “Yeah your Lover boy or whatever.” He said scornfully. Technoblade a ‘Blood God’? Whatever he was talking about didn't make sense. Leon must have knew because he have a rouged chuckle. “Ask him about that name. Ask him why his sword hangs heavy with Blood. Just wait. You think he’s all sunshine and shit now- But you wait girl, you wait until you piss him off, and he’s two steps away from snapping your neck-” his little rant didn't last long as he was cut off. Technoblade who towered at the door, stood tall and proud as his face was locked into disgust. His voice dripping with venom for the man.

   “I hope your not talking about me, Schmidt.” 

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[captainrexisboo]

Ice

-DJ Khaled voice- Another one.

What the fuck?? Four fics in just one weekend?? After two whole months of inactivity?? Aha, I am in no way as productive as you think I am. I’ve been sitting on all of these projects for almost three months now lmao- but they’re here now for your viewing pleasure, babes! This is a one shot Rex x Jedi!Reader, but they are not together. They do not get together. This is just Rex, pining for some oblivious Jedi General (you) and dealing with it by being grumpy and thinking he has the upper hand in teasing the reader. I left the gender of the reader pretty ambiguous I think? I hope?

No warnings apply, except I guess foul language if you don’t like that. And vague imaginings of semi steamy scenarios. Some angst if you squint. But really, it’s just fluffy pining, with a needy (and in denial) Rex. Comments, questions, reblogs and replies absolutely welcome and encouraged!

~

“T-take off the a-a-armor.”

The jaig eyes turned to you, the blue and white blending into the Pantoran ice and snow effortlessly. This would be the only environment suitable for their stark white armor as camouflage, and here you were demanding him stripped. Knowing you couldn’t read his bewildered expression, Rex tilted his head to you in a curious motion, “Why?”

“It’s fekkin’ f-freezin’ Cap,” you spoke through chattering teeth, pulling your robes tighter around you. He chuckled at your cursing, no other Jedi talked so blunt like you did, so casual. It was even worse when you were outside the temple, falling out of regulations and decorum the moment it was just you and your troopers. Hell, they didn’t even have to be your troopers. Force knows how often you’ve snuck around the barracks on Coruscant, going from battalion to battalion, whoever had furlough, making sure every clone gets at least a moment's worth of normalcy in their too-short life. Rex would be lying if he said it wasn’t endearing, and he may have felt a slight smidgen of pride that, aside from your own men, you seemed to find yourself in the 501st bunks the most.

“So? I’m perfectly toasty in this specialized insulated armor. You’re the one that decided not to wear your cold-assault gear until we got to the surface, General L/N,” Rex teased, drawing out your name and title nice and slow, biting back a bit of laughter at the way you scrunch your nose whenever you got annoyed, “Why would you want me to de-kit? To be cold with you?”

“Don’t c-call me that, Rex,” you bit out, groaning at the formality, and the chill going down your spine, “Y-you know I’m just Y/N.”

“I’ll stop calling you proper, when you stop being a Jedi,” he chided, prodding some more at the fire in the dim cavern, the only light being the glowing embers in front of you and whatever was being illuminated off the snow right at the mouth of the cave. Your ship had crashed into the freezing moon in the midst of a brutal blizzard, luckily right next to the base of a mountain with accessible caves. Unluckily, you were also 15 klicks west of your rendezvous point, with the wind and snow causing major damage to your transmitters and interfering with the signal in your commlinks. You weren’t going anywhere, or talking to anyone, until the storm let up.

You huffed at his strict persona, you know Rex only acted so dogmatic to rile you up. You saw how nonchalantly he acted around Anakin and Ahsoka, even Obi-Wan at times. No, with you it was entertainment, a game to see how much you could take before breaking, and he loved it. Even without the Force, you could see it in the shake of his shoulders at his quiet laughter, hear the coy smirk in the dip of his drawl, watching the extra swing in his stride as he walked away triumphant every time, so sure he had succeeded in driving you crazy. This time, he had nowhere to run.

Ignoring his baiting taunt, you crawled around the fire to sit right next to him, “P-please, Captain? I’m r-r-really kriffin’ c-cold, and while the fire is so delightful, I think i-it’d be in both o-our best interests to h-have a second source of heat.”

Rex nearly dropped his stick he was using to poke at the kindles, tensing slightly before clearing his throat, “Oh? And what ‘source of heat’ did you have in mind?”

“D-don’t play dumb,” you shivered again, pouting at how you stuttered while he sat a little too well composed for your liking, “I know the K-Kaminoans t-taught you all about s-s-survival tactics. I d-do it with my boys a-all the time. Strip to your b-blacks, m-me to my t-t-tunic, then I’ll wrap my robes around the two of us. B-body heat, Rex.”

Your boys. Your affectionate term for your ever-faithful battalion, that apparently frequently slept and cuddled with you in the most innocent and familiar of ways. Still, something about it made Rex’s stomach stir, his mouth twisting from a smirk into a silent snarl under his helmet. He wasn’t against ‘cuddle puddles’ with the vode, every single brother took part in them, and it wasn’t unusual to find a stray jedi or padawan compacted in the very middle of the pile. He knew for a fact that the 212th had regular arguments as to who’s turn it was to use General Kenobi as a pillow (and that Cody never partook in those bouts- no, he was always the General’s pillow). In theory, he knows it's more than a possibility for you to be a part of them, especially with your extremely relaxed extroverted personality, but actually hearing you say it out loud had something ugly rear its head to sour the Captain’s mood. He attempted to shoo the little creature away, trying to scare it off with a forced cough to make it scurry back into hiding and leave his inner peace alone. His mind clear again, he peered into your pleading doe eyes through his visor, seeing the flames flickering reflections off your irises in a whimsical dance. His gaze went lower, following the slope of your nose, before tracing the shape of your full pout, lips trembling and reddened from the cold, nearly beginning to chap. The slight clicking of your teeth as he watched you shiver under your robes made him resign to your request, sighing as he removed the cowled helmet, “Fine. Why you didn’t just wear your own cold-assault gear is beyond me, but I’ll help you stay warm this time.”

“Oh, thank the force,” you whimpered, immediately dropping the outermost robe from your shoulders, staying on your knees as he stood up to remove his layers. Rex nearly dropped his cuirass, watching you unwrap your tan-colored linen underneath to reveal a gripping white tunic, clinging to your every curve and muscle, no part of you left to the imagination except the actual flesh itself. You even discarded your boots and breeches, leaving you in opaque black tights. Without the safety of his helmet, Rex tore his eyes from you, desperate to hold onto some semblance of rectitude, taking a deep inhale through his nose before continuing his own removal. Rex could feel the tip of his nose numbing just slightly, shaking his head at what the hell was he doing-

“You know, if we get found like this-”

“We’ll s-say I got hypothermia and you were ‘d-doing your duty t-to protect the Jedi’,” you giggled, a little forced, hands coming up to rub at your shoulders, attempting to create some friction, but wincing at the iciness of your fingers, “Rex, hurry!”

Your whine of his name had him hesitant to remove the bottom half of his armor, already starting to feel something forbidden gathering in the depths of his stomach. He tried to fend off the feeling by turning his head to the stone wall and talking- though whether that was an effective decision remained to be seen. “I’m just saying, can’t you use the Force or whatever to warm yourself up? Isn’t that something you can do? I know you can use the Force for healing purposes, this’d be like that, right?”

“If I had f-followed the path of m-m-medical practice, sure,” your breath came out in little clouds as you puffed through another tremor, wrapping your dark robe around your shoulders as you waited for Rex to finish, “But, I didn’t, I chose the kn-n-nights, and so I’m here, and n-now I’m your problem.”

“My problem,” Rex grumbled under his breath as he sat back down, tugging at the final parts of his boots, not caring that you could actually hear him, “Skywalker is my problem. Tano is my problem. Kenobi can even be considered my problem at times, but you, General? No, no, no. You’re not my problem, you’re-”

Turning back around to face you, he nearly choked on his own spit. He hadn’t realized how close you were, and without his helmet, his nose brushed against yours in an innocent bunny kiss, the brief friction making him jump back nearly a foot away. A teasing chuckle left you at his skittish reaction, cocking your head to the side as you opened your robe back up and beckoned him closer, “Wrong way, Captain. C’mere.”

His throat felt tight, closing off almost everything, even air, and despite his discarded layers he was certain the back of his neck was beginning to sweat. The way you so carefully had folded your legs, thighs pillowing together in such an enticing way, leaning on your elbow to pronounce the slope of your hips and curve of your waist...he could so easily wrap his arms around you perfectly, before settling his head to rest on your chest and memorize the beat of your heart- the pinch of his nails digging into the meat of his palm drew him out of his mind before he could fall any further down that rabbit hole. He cleared his throat, throwing his gaze to the floor as his entire being tensed, “This…i-is not regulation, General.”

“Oh my maker you’ve been hanging out with Echo too much,” you groaned, throwing your head back dramatically, “Rex, please?”

He swallowed down a hard gulp of air, inching his way over to you, without looking up from the floor. You met him halfway, dragging your thickest robe behind you, and sighed in relief at the natural waves of heat coming off of him. Every single clone ran hot, and you trapped that heat by throwing the robes over the two of you, wrapping your hands around the back of Rex’s head and pulling him into your neck as you leaned against a standing rock.

One minute his eyes were counting cracks and jagged holes scattered over the cave floor, and the next they were gifted with a gracious view of your form, so close he could smell your clean body wash, a soft mint that tickled his nose, and he had to count to ten to control his breath so he didn’t just inhale you instead of oxygen. It was a concentrated effort made extremely difficult due to the delightfully sharp pressure of your nails against his scalp. You already felt like heaven, he had to tense himself from wanting to grab for more of you- which he didn’t have to do anyways. You had pulled him into you, his nose brushing over your neck, the tip still chilled, making a breathless giggle leave you, “Oh, your nose is s-so icy!”

“Who's fault is that,” Rex grumbled into you, mumbling to try to keep his lips from mouthing over your exposed collarbone. What he couldn’t stop was the delighted shiver that ran through him as your hands started massaging the tired planes of muscle in his back, making him lose a bit of discipline and dropping flush against you. He made a horrified sound, the breath strangled in his throat as he felt a nervous sweat thickly dripping over the back of his neck, before that sweet amused sound left you once again.

“Rex, you're so tense! Here, lemme just-”

Your hands worked in smooth motions, rubbing deep into his tired tissue. He could feel his eyes roll back into his head, biting the swell of his lip to keep any lewd sounds from leaving him, focusing on syncing his breath with the flow of your touches. His form was finally slack, keeping you trapped underneath him as his arms tentatively found their way around your waist, holding you to him, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You hummed at the coverage of him over you, leaning to nuzzle against the side of his head, the prick of his blond tickling the tip of your numbed nose. You whispered to him, eyelids growing heavy as you curled into him, “Thank you, Captain.”

Your breathing evened out, deep and slow, your hands coming to a rest, stopping on the small of his back and between his shoulder blades. Rex couldn’t believe it; you had fallen asleep in his arms. His eyes slowly peeked open, and he wiggled a bit, getting to a place where he faced you instead of the rock you were both leaning on. His eyes were nearly level with your jawline, he could trace the profile of your parted lips, still threatening to chap in the cold air, but your breath didn’t stutter anymore from the chill. He really was helping keep you warm.

He had dreamt about those lips, memorized the way they shaped his name, watched the direction you preferred to run your tongue over them while you were deep in thought. He licked his own lips in just that way, thinking about how maybe it’d feel if he were to do that to yours.

Maker, he was awful. Thinking about his wretched togue playing at your perfect lips, while you laid so peaceful and trusting underneath him.

Rex prided himself as a man of honor, he wasn’t so foolish as to attempt anything, but even just thinking about you in this vulnerable way as you let him hold you… he felt slimy, unworthy to be in your good graces. He let out a shuddering breath, not in the cold but in longing, exhaling your name as his arms brought you impossibly closer to him. For however long the two of you had, however long the storm lasted, he would treasure this. He would treasure you. 

He was a fool for fighting you on this. Being lulled by your breath to join you into rest as the blizzard raged on, the only thing he would change would be how late he was in agreeing to your conditions. When you both awoke, with the snow settled and communications running, when you were both with your respective teams, and yourself in proper gear, Rex would still have tonight in his memory. He would still be holding you in his arms, breathing you in, and playing the memory of your heartbeat, the soft thumping tempo so soothing, on repeat in his mind.

[des-the-girl]

See you Again (Ryunosuke Tanaka x GN!Reader

@vixen-scribbles​

@headquartersofhaikyuu​

I got to be apart of the Haikyuu collab again!  Tanaka is one of my favs and I hope I did him justice in this piece.

Warnings!: Unprotected sex, wall sex, jealously, reunions, public sex

Prompt: "I wonder what they’d do if they knew you were with me right now."

You were just so… appetizing.  And you didn’t know it.  

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Although the weather was rather cold, Tanaka felt warm under his semi-formal clothes.  He loosened his collar and let out a sigh.  

Karasuno High holds an annual winter dance for its alumni.  While he would rather have met up in a bar, he wouldn’t say that the location was a total loss.  The gym he stood by held many memories, and he could almost smell the musk of sweat after a long practice through the locked door.  And from his spot, he could see many of his classmates mingling and catching up with one another.  

A flash of black and blonde hair caught his eye.  And without a moment’s notice, he found himself in the direction of his old friend.  It was a surprise that Nishinoya even showed up.  The man was a free spirit who spent his time traveling.  The last place that Tanaka knew that the former libero was in Italy.

“Ryūnosuke?”  The lack of suffix almost made the man tear up.  Either Nishinoya saw him as a close friend even after all this time, or Nishinoya just grew accustomed to how names were said overseas.

Tanaka hoped it was the former.  

The two friends embraced and after releasing, gave the other a wide grin.  After a moment, the air grew tense around the duo.

“So,  I finally see some hair on that head of yours.”  Nishinoya attempted to rub the taller man’s head.  Tanaka quickly dodged the incoming hand.

“And I see you grew a couple centimeters.”  The former outside hitter teased, comparing his height to the other man.  A smirk grew on his face.

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing.   The supposed tension between the two men quickly dissipated.  They went from two former classmates to two friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.  Tanaka quickly hung his arm over Nishinoya’s shoulder.  

“So how’s life going?  See anything cool while out and about?”  He quickly shifted his arms so that Nishinoya was in a headlock.  The shorter man laughed as he attempted to break free from the taller man’s grip.

The former libero attempted to respond, but something caught his eye.

“Isn’t that [Y/N] over there?”  

Just the mention of you had him turn to see.  

It really was you.  

You stood in the middle of a group of people, happily telling the others what happened so far in their lives.  But...it felt like you were the only one that spoke.  The way you smiled, the way the light in your eyes brightened when you laughed, and even the outfit you wore had him entranced. He didn’t notice his loosening grip on the former libero until Nishinoya pinched his side.  The sudden pain broke him from your allure and he glared at Nishinoya.  Nishinoya only gave a knowing look along with a teasing smile.  An elbow nudge (and a couple of shots) was all he needed to get his feet to work and to actually talk to you.

While Kyoko filled his brain in high school, you were the one who filled his heart.  The two of you dated in your third year, but different paths broke you apart.  You went to a far away university while he stayed behind.

He wasn’t mad at your decision and decided to support your goals from afar.  But that was years ago.  And you’re in front of him now.

Recognition filled your face as you ran to meet him.  You were actually in front of him.  

No screen separated you. 

After all this time… After all the distance…  

Everything rushed back.  

Every kiss, touch, and longing stare.

Every laugh and cry.

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist.

You were just so… appetizing.  And you didn’t know it. 

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“I missed you.  So fucking much.”

 You could barely hear him over the sounds nearby. And you couldn’t help but focus on the sound of flesh hitting other flesh.  

Tanaka had dragged you behind the gym.  His body pressed yours onto a cold wall.  The lights from the party could be seen from the corner of his eye.  His pants were pulled down just enough to free his member while your underwear was pushed to the side.

He wasted no time to enter your warmth.

It felt like ages since he last did this with you.

His large palm covered your mouth, effectively sealing your moans.  

You must have been surprised that he could keep quiet for this long.  Had this been one of your highschool romps, then everyone at the party would have heard him grunt and moan.

"I wonder what they’d do if they knew you were with me right now." He whispered into your ear.

He knew that the sound of his voice rang in your mind.  

Your confused face said it all to him.  He could practically hear you ask yourself, ‘who are they?  My friends, your teammates, or everyone else at the party?’  He didn’t give you an answer as he continued to drive into you.

He was close.

Harsh thrusts pushed his hips on yours as the man grunted. The grip on your hips tightened as he felt himself let go.  And from your muffled babbling and the tightening around his cock, he knew you were close as well.

You could feel his cum trickle down your thighs.  Tanaka took a step back, snapping back to reality.

“Shit.  I don’t have a napkin.”

And there was your lovable baldy.  After rolling your eyes, you reached into your bag and grabbed your pack of napkins.  You almost laughed at his look of amazement.  He grabbed a couple and wiped himself clean.  He was gracious enough to wipe you off as well, although he was gentler, taking his time to graze your thighs and entrance.  

You took the time to make the both of you look as presentable as possible.  There was no helping the wrinkles on your clothes.

Tanaka gave your cheek a light peck.   

“So… This won’t be the last time, right?”  While you weren't officially back together, this moment proved to him that you both still cared.   

You gave him the smile that he missed so much.

“Obviously.  How could I leave my lovable idiot alone?  Now come on.  I’m sure people are wondering where we went.” You replied with a kiss to his cheek.  His face reddened in embarrassment.  He could handle fucking you on a wall, but you giving him affection brightened him like a tomato.

The two of you returned to the party, hand-in-hand.  Nishinoya gave Tanaka a thumbs up.  While the party was a bit slow to his tastes, Tanaka was glad he went.  Because if it wasn’t for that party, then the two of you wouldn’t have gotten back together.

 And he wouldn’t be standing at the altar right now, looking deeply into your eyes.

[fluffymcu]

Letting Loose

Part THIRTEEN 

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

Warnings: Drama? ARGUMENT WITH RUBY ANNE

Word Count: 2,870

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Its been about a month later, and Tony was hosting one of his famous parties and invited many people. Since you and Peter weren’t allowed to be around in the party due to there being “too many adults and alcohol and kind of bad influences”, you and Peter were having your own little party in your room. You even dressed up a bit too! You wore a nice semi formal outfit. Tony made sure that you guys would still have fun despite not being able to be out in the party by providing enough snacks, movies, and allowing you to play out in the backyard. But you were told you weren’t allowed to leave the room to be out in the halls.

So there you were, just watching movies and jumping in the bed with Peter, still jamming and dancing to the music since it was very loud outside. You had invited Ruby Anne to come chill in your room so you could all be together and play around. But of course, she declined the offer. “Hey! Me and Peter are hanging out in my room, do you wanna hang out with us? You must be bored!!” You asked, having to yell over the music playing.

“I’d rather die.” She quipped, going back to her phone. You looked away slightly, nodding your head.

“O-kay..” You sighed, going back to your room.

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Peter was spinning you around in your hanging chair, watching as hed twist you in it and you'd go spinning rapidly the opposite way. You howled, laughing as you held on the strings and finally stopped spinning. You got out of the chair, kinda dizzy and motioned for Peter to sit. “Okahahay your turn.” You both continued to spin each other until you were extremely dizzy and fell onto your backs on the bed. After a while, you both started to get bored. There was only so much you could do in a bedroom to keep yourselves occupied during a whole party. “We should go sneak out.” You grinned mischeviously, clasping your hands together when Peter gave you a wary look. “Think about it! We’ll just go out for minutes at a time and check out whos around! Then we’ll come back and wait it out, and go back out. We’ll avoid as much of the team as we can but at least it’ll be something fun to do!” You grinned.

Peter thought for a moment. “It’s dangerous… but… I'm sooo bored and I cant really think of any reason not to. I mean, I can, but I don’t want to.” He smirked. You cheered and nodded, making up a plan.

The first time you’d gone out, Clint caught you. You had accidentally bumped into him when he was on his way to the bar. You looked at him with wide eyes and he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you supposed to be here?” He asked slowly, already knowing the answer. You pursed your lips, thinking of a way to keep him quiet.

“Please don’t tell Tony! Or Steve! Or anyone! I'm begging you!” You pleaded, sighing in relief when he let out a loose chuckle.

“Relax, your dirty secret is safe with me. Don’t let anyone else catch you though, they’re not as cool as me.” He bragged, winking down at you before leaving. You and Peter sighed, deciding to go back to your room just in case, and wait a few minutes before going out again.

The second time, you would have almost bumped into Thor, if it wasn’t for Peter pulling you out of the way at the last second. Thankfully he didn’t see you since he was facing the other way. When he passed by, Peter held you to his ear. “What are you doing?” He asked hastily. “Why are you bumping into everyone?” You widen your eyes at him and get out of his grip.

“I'm not trying to! I can’t help it! Its crowded here!” You defended.

“Well, be careful!”

You groaned and followed Peter around the main room, avoiding other members of the team and almost getting caught various times. You almost sat down on a couch where your brother was sitting. Since there were a lot of blonde guys with short hair there, you didn’t realize it was him. He was talking to some SHIELD worker facing away from you and you sat down on the couch, waiting for Peter to come back; he was getting you some punch. You looked around out of curiosity and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you realized you were sitting right next to Steve. You quickly and silently stood up from the couch, holding your breath and slowly stepping away. You didn’t even blink until you were out of that spot. You saw Peter a few feet away and met up with him. “Oh my god dude, I almost got caught.” You exhaled. Peter looked at you with wide eyes and shook his head.

“Geez, you're not gonna last out here.” He chuckled.” Here’s your punch.”

You took it and drank it slowly, looking around cautiously. Yes, you were nervous about what you were doing, but at least you were feeling something other than boredom. You decided to go back to your room again and eat some more snacks, before agreeing to go out one last time. “Alright, we go out one more time, and then our rebellious streak is over. Okay?” Peter asked. You nodded in agreement, sneaking out of your rooms again with smiles on your faces.

You were leading the way through the crowd, occasionally bumping into random people. You were making your way down the West hall when your heart skipped a beat. Tony was right there; and you both were right in his line of sight. Sure enough, Tony’s eyes caught your and he stopped talking, looking at you wide wide eyes. You immediately stopped in your tracks, causing Peter to bump into you. “What’s wrong?”

Tony began walking towards you. “Run.” You squeaked. “Run runrunrun gogogogo!!” You turned at pushed Peter out, him cursing when he saw Tony walking towards them. You started to laugh nervously as you and Peter made a run for it, squeezing through the crowd and booking it to your room. Tony was now speed walking behind you.

You ran behind Peter and reached your room and closed the door. “HIDE!” You yelped, Peter already on the ceiling. “Wait, don’t leave me down here!” You cried. Peter shook his head.

“Sorry! Every man for himself!” He whispered. You gaped at him and began to curse at him before hearing loud footsteps outside your room. You squeaked and quickly stood behind the door. Tony opened the door and walked in a second later, immediately finding you when he closed the door. You gave you an unamused look, raising his eyebrows and dulling his eyes. “Really? That’s the hiding spot you choose? Behind the doorway?” He deadpans. You bit your lip nervously and shuffle in your position. “Do I need to teach you guys a lesson so you won’t come out again, huh? Cause I think that’s what I need to do.” He concludes, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you down on the floor.

“Nohohoho!” You cry, bursting into loud belly laughter as he doesn’t waste time, going straight for your death spots. Hes drilling his blunt nails into your ribs, tasing them and going down to the lower ribs, scratching harshly. Tony’s wearing a light smirk, secretly enjoying this. He nuzzles his beard in your neck, smiling when you let out a child-like squeal. “Plehehehease! Ihihim sohohoHOHOHORRY!” You beg, melting onto the floor when he scoots down and drills his fingers in your thighs. You shriek and kick out your legs violently, yelling out more apologies hoping hed stop.

“I forgive you, y/n, but I still gotta teach you a lesson.” He sang, blowing endless raspberries on your sides and ribs, his beard making it ten times worse. He was holding your wrists to your sides, next to your head as he blew raspberry after raspberry. You were cackling hysterically, pulling weakly at your wrists. Since you were on the floor, you could see Peter crawling on the ceiling quietly, try to sneak out the room. He was not leaving you here to take all the punishment.

“HEHEHEY!” You yelled, Peter putting a finger on his mouth, shushing you and giving you a wide eyed glare. Tony didn’t have to look up from his raspberries to know what was happening. He paused, giving you a minute to breath before looking up.

“Parker, you better get down here now, or it'll be worse for you.” He sings. Peter whines and hesitantly drops down from the ceiling and hugs himself nervously, already feeling the anticipation. Tony looks back at you before pinching at your hips, making you fall back into uncontrollable laughter. You're desperately pushing at his hands and begging him to show mercy. After a few more moments, he smirks, deciding by the tears of mirth in your eyes that you’ve had enough before patting your stomach and getting off you. You fall limp on the floor, panting and squeaking out hiccups before curling up.

Tony gets up and turns to face Peter, who’s nervously giggling. Tony stalks towards him, purposely going at a slow pace to make him more nervous. Peter is now making himself small, lifting a leg up to protect himself. “Okay but, Mr. Stahahark, wahahahait!” He starts, falling into a fit of giggles as Tony quickly shoves his hands in his armpits, making him shriek. “NOHOHOHOOO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” He laughs, his voice cracking as he screams. He instantly falls to the floor, Tony following him down and straddling him.

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you went along with Thing #2’s plan.” Tony quipped, nodding over at you. You sat up from the floor in mild offense. “Hey! How are you so sure it was my idea?” You asked. Tony scoffed. “Please. It’s always your idea. Why do you think I call you Trouble, huh?” He chuckled, clawing his fingers into Peter’s belly. He arches his back and lets out hysterical laughter. You huff, crossing your arms at his answer. You lay back down to finish recovering from the attack, smirking at Peter’s desperate pleads and protests. “Are you gonna go out again?”

“NOHOHO I SWEAR!”

“And are you gonna talk Trouble out of it when she makes up a plan to do something rebellious?” He asks, drilling into Peter’s hips. He shrieks, falling into silent laughter.

“YEHEhehe….” Tony chuckles and lets him go, ruffling his hair.

“Alright, breathe, don’t die on me now.” He quips. He gets up and opens the door to go back out. “Alright, if I catch you guys outside again, I'm gonna send Barnes up here to keep a strict eye on you. Got it?” He looks at you both expectantly before leaving. You both sigh in relief when he leaves, just laying there on the floor to catch your breaths.

“I can’t believe you were gonna leave me here to take all the punishment, you jerk.” You say, pushing at his side with your foot. He mindlessly grabs your foot and hold it to him, securing it in a headlock.

“Sorry.” He giggles breathlessly. He traces a finger under your foot, smiling lightly when you whine and pull it back. You both lay on the floor for several minutes, exhausted.

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After Tony leaves your room, he goes to check on Ruby Anne, to see how she’s doing. He knocks loudly so it can be heard over the music and she opens the door with a frown. He smiles and walks in, her closing the door behind them. “Hey, you didn’t wanna join the kids in the other room? They’re having their own little party in there.” He chuckles. “They’ve got snacks and movies in there.”

“No, I'm fine. Why would I want to do that?” She asks with a grimace. Tony stays quiet for a moment before shrugging silently.

“Just checking.” He mumbles, walking out.

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The party ended a few hours later, and when most of the people there started to leave, you were allowed out. When you were hanging with Bucky and Steve in one of the common rooms, you noticed Tony’s mood was a little off since the last time you saw him. You knew there could only be one reason his mood could be dampened so quickly. You sighed and rolled your eyes to yourself. This had gone on long enough. Tony was supposed to have fun at his party, and feel good, but now Ruby had to mess it up for him. You were sick of Tony being sad all the time. So you decided it was finally time to face her directly about it, just like Peter suggested a while ago.

You left the common room and made your way to her room before knocking on the door. She opened the door and you walked in, not bothering to give her a smile she wouldn’t return. “Hey. We need to talk.” You sighed. Ruby stood back a bit, leaning on the wall and looking at you with dulled eyes.

“What about.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm. “Look. I know you're dealing with your mom’s death still, and I'm not trying to take that away from you, but you could at least show a little kindness to us. Or at least to your dad. Its been months. Months! You know, I’ve tried to keep this in for so long trying to be nice and invite you where ever me and Peter go but you're just so difficult! I know you're going through a hard time but you don’t have to take it out on us for so long! Tony has tried so hard to show you how sorry he is and be a father to you but you're just so stuck in this loop of saying the same three phrases over and over and over. ‘No thanks’, ‘Leave me alone.’. ‘I’d rather die.’. How are we supposed to fix things if every time we try, you screw us?” You say, exasperation clear in your voice. After a second, you sigh deeply and run your hand through your hair, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. “I'm sorry to snap at you like that, it was rude. Its just so frustrating.” You sigh.

Ruby has a mean expression on her face as she looks down at the floor. “He wasn’t there for me when I needed him.” She defended, as if that was an excuse to treat him like that the rest of his life. You rolled your eyes and stood up from the bed.

“He didn’t know you even existed!! You cant blame people for something they had no knowledge of, its just unfair! The fact that he’s trying so hard to fix things with you now, should prove to you that he really would have been there for you if your mom would have just told him she was pregnant!” You yelled. Ruby is quiet for a moment, processing your words. Her brows are still furrowed and it doesn’t look like she’s going to admit she’s wrong any time soon. You sigh, wearing a stern face and standing still, looking at her straight in the eyes. “Look. I know that in the end, you're gonna do whatever you're gonna do. That’s how you are apparently. No one else matters, nor their opinion. Just screw everybody, right?” You pause, silence filling the room.

“Tony was close to giving up on trying to fix things months ago. But I reminded him that he shouldn’t give up because you’re his daughter. And he promised to make sure you knew that you were worth it to him. That’s why he’s come to your room every single day trying to make conversation with you, and bring you food, and buy you gifts, and just spoil you because he wanted you to know you were worth it to him. And that he’s truly sorry for everything.” You say, looking up at her, your eyes softening. “He’s trying. Don’t push him away.” You plead. Ruby stares at the floor, not saying anything. But for once, there wasn’t a deep frown on her face, or a line between her forehead, her brows in a permanent knit. For once she just had a… neutral face, just staring at the floor. You decided to leave it at that, and leave.

Ruby stayed there, contemplating your words and feeling the need to come to a decision about her life.

You were exhausted after all that talking, so you bid everyone goodnight and went straight to bed. You slept with your headphones in, so the music would distract you and keep you from thinking about the situation. You quickly fell asleep to the low sound of the music and dreamt good dreams. You could only hope you had gotten Ruby to change something inside herself that day, but if not, there was officially nothing else you could do.

[youarejesting]

Herb.2 The Date

Pairing: Dealer!Jimin x Reader Beta: N/A Genre: Romance, implied sexual activity, Fluff, Rating: recommended 18+ (or whatever the legal age is in your country) Words: 866 Warnings: Blow Job Summary: Jimin was the mary poppins of drug dealing. What ever you wanted he had and he NEVER disappoints his customer. That is until he met you. He finally decides to take matters into his own hands to fulfil your order.

[Masterlist] [Herb.1]

You didn’t know why you were nervous, you had seen him naked for christ sake but, there was something about him all dressed up and not his typical dealer getting up for house parties, no this was really dressed up. He had a blouse on which you had a sneaking suspicion was for women but he made it look so much better, and his pants were black trousers high waisted accentuating his long legs the fabric around his thighs straining to contain his thick muscular legs.

He turned up his hair combed, flowers in one hand and his phone in the other texting you his arrival. You answered the door as soon as his text came through wearing your best dress that was semi formal as you didn’t know where the two of you were heading. “You look truly amazing, are you ready to go, or should I wait inside?”

“No, I am ready” There was something odd about him and you couldn’t figure out what it was.

He led you out the front of your apartment and you followed him as he lead you to his car, ah a sensible hatchback beside a beautiful, luxury car the logo was Two R’s now you knew nothing about cars but you would die if that was his car. He pressed the Key FOB and the luxury car lights flashed as the doors unlocked.

Freezing in place his hand slipped free of yours and he paused turning looking back, “Is something wrong baby?”

“This is your car?” You asked and he looked at his car curiously, he looked it over and turned back. He didn’t see anything wrong with this picture, clearly used to the vehicle in question.

“Yes, do you not like Rolls Royce?”

“I honestly had no clue what the brand was and don’t you think, I am a little underdressed, this is a nice car?” You stammered “What if my shoes are dirty?”

“If it makes you feel any better I gave Tae a lift home in it the other day after a party and he vomited all over the dash and I was frantically cleaning it all week to get the smell out for our date.”

“Really?” You said, in a way it did make you feel better, you couldn’t do anything worse than vomit. He opened the door for you and you climbed in inspecting as you went. It didn’t smell like vomit and it was really clean. He climbed in promptly to the other side and looked at you with a soft smile. “What is something wrong?”

“No you are just so beautiful today?” He smiled before rubbing his hands together, “Do you need anything before we go, if I can't provide it the next item is free” 

“How much is it for a Kiss?” Was it too forward of you to ask, you were just so excited tonight was already so thrilling and all you did was sit in his car.

“One kiss will cost you, two questions?” he stated seriously.

“Questions?” This intrigued you, what type of questions was he going to ask.

“Question number one” He said softly, taking your hand, “Movie or dinner first?” “Dinner” you smiled leaning in, impatient with how long it took him to ask you these questions, you wanted to kiss him, heart racing in anticipation.

“Question number two” He whispered you were closing in and it seemed he was losing focus as well, “Do you like sushi?”

Your lips collided and his hand swept under your hair to cradle the back of your neck. You missed him and it had only been a week, his taste, his cologne, the way his lips felt, the way he made you feel loved. “Baby, we have reservations and a movie, let me take you on a date and give you presents” he begged against your lips only parting for a few seconds to speak before capturing them again.

You pulled away and thanked that you had used a lip stain instead of a lipstick so there was no transfer, even though Jimin with red lips would be a delectable sight indeed.

Your date was filled with jokes and laughter and Jimin confessing to all the times he tried to inadvertently help you at parties. He was a gentleman and he even told you about his dream job stating that dealing was only a hobby and he truly loved helping others and that’s why he was in University studying medicine.

Dinner was spectacular and Jimin asked a few times if you needed anything and you half expected him to pull his mary poppins bag out from under the table and list off all the things he could offer you. That was it, he looked odd because he wasn’t accompanied by his huge compartment jacket and duffle bag.

“Can I get you anything more, some soy sauce, another drink, some more of the delicious ikura?” he grinned, it was nice but you feel like Jimin was working and you were a customer and you decided for once he should be the one to be waited on. 

“I don’t need anything at the moment thank you?” You raised your hand sagely in an attempt to sooth his questions. “What about you, what can I get you, napkin, some wasabi?”

“Oh could you grab one of the tiny seaweed salads as they come past,” He grinned, the two of you talked and ate before heading to the movies. Taking the boardwalk along the beach you held hands swinging them gently and talking about your favourite things. He said he liked the colours blue and black. He enjoyed listening to music and dancing though he didn’t know if he was any good at it. 

You assured him from what you had seen at parties he was pretty good. He didn’t realise but you were categorizing all his answers and noticed when he started talking about himself he started opening up. It became less about trying to make you have a good time, to mutually having a wonderful date.

Deciding that you would make sure to give him more days where he gets what he wants amongst those where he tries to fulfill everyone else's wishes.

Choosing a hilarious action movie the two of you found your seats and held hands. Half way through the movie you laid your head on his shoulder and it stayed there until the credits. Once the movie was done, Jimin dutifully drove you home and prolonged walking you to your door.

“Is it bad I don’t want you to go?” He breathed

“Well don’t go, come upstairs and we can have some coffee or something?” 

You woke up beside him, you didn’t know it yet but you would never be able to get him to leave after the first night. You made breakfast which was a series of fresh fruit and you woke up wearing a beautiful blue sundress, you were dancing in the kitchen making some coffee. Planning to wake him you softly padded back to the room and leaned over him. “Jimin, wake up, it’s time for breakfast” you said gently kissing him and he stretched looking up at you with a lopsided smile.

“Mmm… breakfast you say?” In a flash he had rolled you onto your back on the bed and trapped you in his arms and legs. “I could go for breakfast”

You tried to ignore his wiggling eyebrows and insinuations and pouted. “But I cut up lots of fruit cause you said they were your favourites”

His eyes showed hesitation and he grinned, “Don’t move!” He said seriously and ran to the kitchen his boxer briefs were tight around his behind showing his cute butt as he left.

He came back with the platter and placed it on the bed munching on freshly cut apples and grinned.

“Now I have a buffet” He grinned cheekily kissing you, his lips tasting extra sweet. Before he could even tried you decided today really was about him. He was in the middle of eating some grapes when you let your hand ghost along his muscular thighs.

He thought nothing of it until your fingertips grazed a little high against him through his underwear, you continued eating pretending like you hadn’t noticed when your hand moved higher palming him gently.

“What are you doing?” He asked side eyeing you while reaching for another strawberry. And you looked at him coyly. “I am eating breakfast what are you doing?” You challenged him and he gestured to the fruit 

“I am eating breakfast as well” He said and you moved to lay down across the bed, and it didn’t take long before you had released him from his boxer briefs he looked down at you and hummed all your playful teasing had stirred him.

“Okay Baby,” You said looking up at him with a sly smile “You can ask for anything you want and I will give it to you for half the price.  If I don’t have it I will give you the next best thing for free.” you repeated the words he had said in Namjoon’s bedroom a week ago”

“I want you.” He smiled

“You have me baby” You loved using the pet name against him. “What do you want me to do, you bought me baby I am all yours”

“Suck me,” He had abandoned the fruit platter opting instead to watch you trace your fingers along his hips with a heavy breath of anticipation.

“With pleasure” You took him by the base and gently licked the head tracing your tongue around the top before taking him in your mouth and sucking him lightly, you didn’t want to give him everything just yet. He moaned softly and you moved so slow trying to get him to beg for more.

When he did, you showed him no mercy, his breathing was coming out as quick pants and you were trying your best to keep your hands and mouth busy. Soon he was unable to stop himself from audibly responding, his lips falling apart and the sweetest sounds escaping him. 

Taking him deeper into his mouth you tried so hard to calm your gag reflex, breathing slowly you felt his hands move to clutch the back of your head desperately and the sweet sound was gone his voice was now guttural and heavy and within a minute or two he stammered for you to stop which you didn’t greedily taking him faster and swallowing down your reward. 

You removed him from your mouth with an audible pop and he gasped from the overstimulation it gave him. You laid your head on his thigh and at a grape slowly. 

Rumours started that Jimin had been busted or had even died but a select few new the truth he was tangled up in your sheets and you wouldn’t ever let him leave.

[inforapound]

Emboîté Part 4

A/N - Part 4 of @youbloodymadgenius writing celebration fic. Than you so much for your likes and comments. This is by far the most over the top sap I have written. Be warned. Pairing – Ivar and Sarah     (Aethelswith)

Words – 2,800 approx

Series Warnings – explicit smut, dance industry inaccuracies, fluffy Ivar, possessive Ivar, semi-slow burn, ‘baby’ used as a term of endearment. 

The atmosphere had shifted. More for him than me perhaps. There was an energy around him, an openness. He smiled more when speaking, gesturing with his hands. Actually, told me about himself. About his role in his family’s importing business and tales of the trouble, he and his brothers caused when they were young. Their fighting so brutal, I was surprised they were all still alive. He spoke about the condition he was born with. The ongoing pain and struggles, touching only briefly on the multiple surgeries he had in attempts to stabilize his brittle bones. He talked about losing his father who had been in and out of his life growing up, always preoccupied with business. It was a mental download of sorts, listing the events of his life as if he had just emerged from some form of emotional confinement.

Then… he spoke about his mother. The adoration and sorrow in his words, in his eyes and in the way he held his entire body, braced, nearly made my tears fall. It was beautiful and shattering the way he described her and their bond and how he struggled, still, to be close with anyone since losing her five years ago. Listening, I wanted so badly to reach across the table and take his hand in mine as he explained the feeling of being alone in his grief. His brothers not effected in the same way and never understanding his heartache. Telling him to man up and get over it.

“Some things you don’t get over,” he said in finishing, looking up with wide eyes.

“Some things you don’t get over,” I agreed, nodding softly. Leaning forward, I looked straight into his raw eyes. “Hopefully, we just learn to live with it a little easier.”

Our eyes stayed fixed on one another’s, but I still noticed the way his adam's-apple dipped with his swallow. The way he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, preparing his next words. There was more he wanted to say.

“I have never brought anyone here before,” he blinked looking down at our plates of barely touched food.

“Really?” I was genuinely surprised. “I must be special,” I laughed lightly.

“You are.”

Heat bloomed on my face and I glanced down at my wine, needing to escape the intensity in his gaze. Something was happening with us. I had been feeling it all day and now I knew it wasn’t just in my head.

In my peripheral, I saw the waiter moving toward our table and I was relieved for the interruption, worried that if I looked back up at Ivar, my soft blush would turn a crimson red.

Glancing up, I flinched, Ronan Dorst stood beside our table; looking as startled as I likely did.

“Ronan!” I exclaimed.

“I saw you over here and wanted to say hello...”

“Now you have,” Ivar cut in, a clear threat in his tone. Barely turning his head, he narrowed his eyes up at Ronan.

There was no question, these two knew and hated each other and if I had been Ronan, the disdain in Ivar’s cold face would have had me running out the front door.

“This is quite a surprise,” Ronan said, bobbing his head as if to taunt. “A step up from your usual company, Ivar.”

My eyes shot back to Ivar and he all but growled at Ronan’s words.

“But then, you are no stranger to paying for women.”

Slamming his hands down on the table, Ivar gripped the edge and began shifting out of the booth to stand. Leaning forward, my hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, nearly knocking over our bottle of wine.

“Please don’t,” I rushed.

Flicking his eyes back to mine, his attention stayed fixed on my pleading face, silently asking him to ignore Ronan’s provocation.  

“Please,” I repeated in a whisper.  

The fight of his fury showed on his face as the muscles in his jaw flicked under his skin. In this strange moment with Ronan intruding on what we were creating, I felt like Ivar’s safety ring. His voice of reason.

“Go,” I said to Ronan in a disgusted tone, never taking my eyes off Ivar’s.

Scoffing loudly, Ronan shook his slicked-back hair and turned, stalking away from our table.

Looking down, Ivar lowered back into his seat, ruffling his suit jacket as if shaking off dust. He looked barely constrained as we sat in silence for some time. Anger simmering under his surface and me too shocked to say a word.

Without looking up from the table, he began to speak.

“Her name is Rebecca and I grew up with her. We all did. She is an escort for…,” inhaling, his voice trailed off for an instant, “for... various reasons. I am not good at dating.” His eyes darted around the linen tablecloth. “When I need a date, I often take her. I pay her. She needs money. She knows Ronan…but I have never, ever, not even once slept with her. Not once. We used to make out after school on the couch in my parent’s family room, but I swear to you, Sarah,” his eyes shot up to mine, “I have never paid for sex.”

“I believe you.”

That was the truth, I did.

“You do?” his eyebrows lifted.

“Yes…. I don’t think you are someone who needs to lie. Or explain themselves. Not to me, not to Ronan Dorst. It is none of my business anyway.”

“I want it to be.”

There it was.

It was my turn for my breath to hitch. He was looking at me with such sincerity, almost desperation. Jesus, he was asking me a question with his beautiful wide eyes. 

Before my mind could think of how to respond, he slid out from his side of the booth and moved around toward me, sliding onto my seat. Lifting his arm over the back of my shoulder, he placed his hand down between my bare shoulder blades. Immediately whimpering, I closed my eyes as a shiver ran through my body. His touch felt charged and I wanted more and God, did he ever smell good.

“Sarah,” he whispered my name like it was a confession. A line formed between his eyebrows as if the thought of me caused him pain. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to mine, and I felt my fate seal.

His lips, oh God, his lips. His soft, warm, beautiful lips pressed against mine. I had never felt anything so delicate, so intoxicating, even the room and its soft light seemed to spin around us. Every sense in my body sparked and I kissed back, opening my mouth for him to slip his tongue inside. He moaned in what sounded like sweet agony, and I answered with a whine as he slid his warm hand up my neck, curling his finger into the back of my hair.

Pressing harder, his tongue slid in and out, tickling over my lips and tongue. It grew more passionate as our mouths followed the rhythm of the other. I had never experienced a kiss like this before. Felt another’s emotions so powerfully through such simple affection. It made me think, every kiss in my life had merely been preparation for this moment. For him.

My heart raced and I squeezed my thighs together to dampen the ache beginning. When he pulled back and looked at me with desire and longing, I knew he felt the same.

Touching his forehead to mine, his other hand gently landed on my thigh exposed by the high slit in my grey dress. Slowly he pushed upward, shifting my dress higher up my leg and I pulled my head back.

“We shouldn’t.”

Flinching, he frowned as if I had just slapped his face. Utter rejection showed in his eyes and gone was any trace of passion.

No!

Lifting my hand, I cupped his rigid cheek, bringing my mouth back to his.

“I only meant not here. Take me home.”

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He had left the lights off when we entered his apartment, leading me down the hall to his bedroom by the hand. The only light was a blue hue coming through the blind-less windows from the city below.

Lying on our sides, facing each other, the anticipation buzzed in the air between us as we stared into each other’s eyes. The low light reflecting in his brilliant blues, his face painfully handsome. 

Running the backs of his fingers down my cheek, he looked at me as if I couldn’t possibly be real. As if I was some fleeting apparition that might evaporate from his grasp. I had never felt more desired in my life. There was such honestly in his touch, his hands skimming across my skin, my neck, my chest and down my sides to where my dress was fastened.

Taking his time, he pulled the zipper down my ribs, helping me to sit up so he could lift the fabric up my waist and over my head, dropping it to the floor behind.  

Rising onto my knees, I kneeled before him, helping him undress, removing his shirt, pants, and briefs, everything until we lay naked together. It felt ceremonious. Meaningful. As if we were baring ourselves and preparing to formalize a decision that had already been made.

Embracing, our arms and legs entwined, our lips reconnecting. His mouth was soft and his breath warm, his movements passionate with an edge of need that my body instinctively responded to. My skin tingling like it somehow recognized the feel of his. It was exhilarating, making my heart pound as my hands roamed his broad shoulders, tight stomach, and his defined chest; my fingers running through his thick dark hair. His body was astonishing. Sculpted, with skin that felt as soft as the material of my dress. And, by the way his eyes closed, his breath held, I knew my touch felt as sacred to him as his did to me.

It was powerful. Overwhelming. My chest fluttered and I felt alive, hungry for more. I just wanted more.

“Sarah,” he whispered with longing in his voice, and the way he said my name pulled the air from my lungs.  

When his lips found mine again, gone was the frenzied kissing and heavy hands from the elevator ride up, instead, his mouth‘s tender movements matched my own, our lips, my lips, swearing some silent vows that we would never again feel alone.

“Sarah,” he repeated, his voice almost breaking. His face looking anguished.

“What is it?” I pulled back, my face mirroring his.

“I haven’t stopped thinking of you since that sidewalk at the hotel. Your face...its burned into my mind. Then today, watching you dance, taking your picture… it killed me not being able to touch you. Having you here now….it feels like a dream. You look like a dream.”

Closing my eyes, the fluttering returned to my stomach and I felt tears spring behind my eyes. Hugging me tight to his warm body, this strong, fierce, dominant man, needed reassurance. Needed affection, my affection.

I kissed him hard. My mouth and tongue hungry, my emotions pouring out into his mouth. My hands running all over his body, up to his face, down his neck and over as much of his back as I could reach.

Lifting my leg over his hip, I pulled myself closer to his body, feeling like he was still holding back. When his hand grabbed and squeezed the cheek of my ass, I rolled my hips against him, encouraged by the size of his stiff erection. Grunting into my mouth, the flood gates opened, and he ground his hips back, his tongue delving deeper. Groans of relief and desperation, desire and comfort coming from us both.

Between our close bodies, his standing cock rested on my belly, mere inches from my aching core and the anticipation was killing me. My wetness making my folds slip and slide against each other as I rocked my hips toward him.

“Ivar,” I whimpered, and he leaned up, covering my mouth again with his. My body wanted to race but something told me to savour it, this intimacy marking something important.  

Moving my hips forward, the underside of his hard shaft slid between my lips causing him to suck air in through his gritted teeth.

“Sarah!” he exclaimed, grinding his cock back against me in search of more of the slippery sensation. “I’m trying so hard not rush, but,” he pressed his forehead to mine, and I could see the tortured look in his eyes.

“It’s okay,” I whispered as I tilted my hips forward, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. In one fluid movement, I pushed down hard, plunging on to him, gasping as he filled me so perfectly.

Mouth gaping, his eyes flashed wide. The feeling of his length and thickness, stretching and spreading my walls was so intense, so rousing, I struggled with whether to stay still and enjoy the wave of pleasure rippling through me or move and rut hard against him.

Deciding for me, his hand grabbed my hip as he carefully slid out, almost to the tip and pushed back in, moaning loudly, his eyes staring into mine. It was profound and I understood how some people wept after making love.

Beginning to rock my hips in time with his, I began panting from the delicious feeling of him inside, but I wanted more. I wanted everything. Wanted his mouth on mine, cock plunging deep, hands everywhere. I wanted all of him.

“You… feel…God…” his strained words fell quiet. 

The thrusting of his hip sped, my own hips now braced in place receiving him as he drove deep, the angle perfect, hitting some sweet spot I had only heard of.

Reaching around my hip, his fingers found the back of my entrance, grunting at the feel of my slick coating his length as he steadily pumped in and out.

Hissing, he kissed me, his tongue diving back into my mouth.

“This is so much more than what I imagined. You are so fucking perfect.”

I felt I could climax just from the emotion in his words.

“More,” I whispered looking at him and his eyes narrowed with desire, his movements getting stronger. “More,” I tipped my head back, my walls starting to contract. Ivar knowing exactly what was happening and what I needed. “More,” I repeated as he began pounding into me, my arms gripping tight around his neck.

Feeling the climb toward my finish, I panted loudly, my hips beginning to buck, chasing my release. I couldn’t stop.

“I’m going to...” I mumbled as he pushed his tongue back into my mouth.

“Me too.” He broke away. “Can I cum in you?”

“Do it.” I breathed as my orgasm crashed over me, my mind suspending and my womb contracting with a snap. Freezing, I couldn’t even grind against him while he slammed toward his own end. Dropping my head back again, I couldn’t stop the animal sounds coming from me as he rutted hard, again and again, one last time, before thrusting and holding deep, shooting his warm load inside. Fuck, it felt amazing, the sensation prolonging the quivering inside me. Him throbbing and our juices mixing together.  

I lost track of where my hands were, grabbing his ass, his back, his built shoulders. Feeling near delirious, it was only his firm grasp around me, his cock still inside, that held me down to earth.

Cupping my face with his gentle hand, he brought his lips back to mine and kissed me, his body still shuddering from the strength of his climax.

“Fuck,” he lowered his lips to my neck, and the top of my shoulder, his hands, running down the side of my face, my arm, my breast, my behind. “Sarah,” the seriousness in tone pulled me back from the cloud of bliss I was adrift on. “I want to be with you so badly. I just...” he shook his head,” I’m crazy about you. Tell me we’ll be together.”

Ivar Lothbrok, without arrogance, without his cool, abrupt exterior was asking me to be his girlfriend. My heart could have exploded. 

Opening my eyes, I pressed my lips to his face, peppering kisses across his cheeks and nose, finally back to his mouth.  

“I want to be with you too.”

And with that, we were bound.

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[iwritethat]

Tim Drake: Belonging

A/N: Alrighty, links to Rogue One but can be read seperately of course. This is how (Y/n) and Tim met, set a few years before...

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Another day, another gala to attend in order to promote Drake Industries despite his parents constant travels, they made time to appear at Gothams’ formalities on occasion. This was one of those times.

Only his usual plans of being bored and wondering around aimlessly were unexpectedly sabotaged by her. By a beautiful wealthy guest who radiated class and elegance beyond her years, a complete newcomer in his eyes, a youthful presence that would effortlessly attract undivided attention in her future maturity. By you.

Tim was swept away by an enigma, the only word prominent enough in his scramble of thoughts to describe the character, with the band playing a slow dancing melody it made it easier for him to focus on the mysterious beauty in front of him.

"You don't belong here, do you?" Came your calculating yet pleased tone, your fingers gently dancing on his shoulder.

"Who- of course I do, my parents run a successful industry."

"I said you, not your parents. You just seem to stand out to me, that's all." You were so carefree, offering an aura no else in the proximity ever possessed and he’d be lying if he hadn’t already been lured in.

"Is that why you whisked me off, oh strange one?" It made him feel relaxed, his better judgment warning him of mesmerising strangers but the small threads of personality he’d been entangled in so far encouraged him to ignore it.

"Yes that, and I needed to blend in momentarily but that’s a completely irrevelevant topic. So to thank you for your unwitting aid, let me tell you a secret: I don't belong here either." You whispered the last part in his ear, causing him to become noticeably flustered - you were both young, probably the first female to ever get this close to him by your deductions.

"I'm Timothy Drake..." The young man started, assuring to meet your gaze once you'd pulled back.

"(Y/n) (L/n), great to stumble into you."

"You too, so what brings you here?" Now it was his turn to inquire, and a complicated conversation ensued - one that left you both eager to learn more but after your brief disappearance it became apparent your first meeting was to be cut short.

"Call me!" He registered your voice before your sudden rushed appearance by his side, a kiss placed on his cheek as you briskly checked your surroundings.

"I don't have your number!"

"Check your phone, I stole it when we danced and added it whilst I was gone." You smugly shot back, tossing the young man his phone before swiftly making an exit and it was moments later that outraged shouts echoed from the top floor - who exactly were you?!

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Tim assumed that would be the last he saw of you, a welcomed abnormality that was a breath of fresh air in his otherwise predictable life. The name you'd given provided very little - if anything - in his online research but your number had proven valid and became his chosen method of communication. However, in all his carefully constructed scenarios, the last place he expected to stumble across anyone of the like would be in the rundown rings of Gothams back alleys when inspecting a rumour he'd overheard from the rebellious seniors at school.

The atmosphere was rowdy yet electrifying, alcoholic beverages littered the area, attendees wore too little clothing for the chilling breeze of a Gotham evening and recognisable Hip Hop tracks blared from the boasting speakers inbuilt into the boots of various strikingly customised cars. Anyone of his stature would be out of place here, thus grateful for his hoodie which allowed him to blend in a little better - he swiftly dodged cheering onlookers as engines roared through the streets and it was almost overwhelming to the senses but at the same time intoxicating, crews hovered around their vehicles to prepare it for the next race all whilst endorsing the flirtatious antics of fans but through all of the commotion a constrastingly gentle tug of his hood caused him to hesitate.

"You're the guy I met at the gala yeah?" You casually chimed with a soft smirk and raised brow, arm resting on your hip as he turned to you after releasing his red hoodie. He had no prepared answer, looking you up and down with a cracked “Yes.”

You shook your head with a quiet but amused chuckle, smoothly entwining your fingers to pull a still semi unresponsive Timothy away from the delinquent crowd to speak more freely.

"What are you doing here?" The teen finally manged to ask once regaining his composure though upon reflection, Tim shouldn't be here either but since it was only a tiny detour he saw no harm in indulging his curiosity of the vigilante lifestyle. Was it so bad to want to see Batman in action? This is something he'd want to intercept right?

"Same thing as you, accidental wrong turn." You smugly commented obviously lying and sassing Tim whilst glancing back to the 'entertainment' briefly with a smirk.

"Maybe I chose to come here." Tim was more confident this time, almost as if trying to impress you but instead you only snorted.

"Mmhmm, I doubt a richboy like you would be at a drag race rally by choice so you must be following some lead."

"Don't call me that, and you're right - I was. I wanted to see if -" Before Tim could elaborate, an ear splitting skid of breaks were heard as well as the uproar from attendees which wasn't uncommon for you.

He'd noticed your natural instincts in the situation, the way you'd located an escape route in almost 2 seconds flat and had interlaced your fingers to take him with you once more. It dawned on him then, that this was your scene despite how effortlessly you'd merged into his world of upperclass diligence - maybe that was your origin and this your choice, he'd never know nor would he be able to ask under the current chaotic circumstances.

"Have you ever driven one of these before?!" Tim shot as he slid into the deserted Lamborghini you'd practically shoved him toward, yourself more concerned with hot wiring.

"Not legally..."

"Then we should - crap!" Before he could even propose a safer alternative you'd ignited the engine and sped through the streets leaving the sirens and Batman behind.

There was something about it, as new as the adrenaline and excitement were it felt right - even Drake noted the natural gift you possessed and the way you seemed to come alive at the wheel. Tim didn't ask where you were headed, nor did he particularly care so long as you both emerged scathe free whilst you drove through the barrier of an old abandoned multi-story carpark and raced straight to the top, parking rather carelessly across the parking spaces but it served your purpose.

Tim followed as you got out of the purple Lamborghini, strolling over to the edge and sitting atop the wall peaking at the 7th story.

"C'mon richboy, this is my favourite place in the city." You beckoned him with playful wink, turning your attention to the neon lights of skyscrapers, vehicle headlights that seemed to leave a glowing trail as they sped down motorways and street lamps that blended together to create a cosmos of multicoloured stars amidst Gotham's dark skyline.

"It's - it's so beautiful." The boy breathed, soon cautiously joining you on the ledge allowing the wind to grace him with a sense of what could only be felt as weightless freedom.

It made him briefly forget the fact you'd just stolen a car to save the two of you from the rain of rapid fire gunshots, forget all of the questions he'd held regarding your mismatched past and present, and more importantly the persistent stress he always carried in his shoulders. Because of you. A woman he'd encountered twice but felt as though he'd known for years.

"I know right, it helps me think and I thought it'd help you too."

"Why?" Your thoughtfulness caught him off guard, so much so that his tone sounded disbelieving. No one usually gave this much thought to his well-being, his parents mainly too concerned with travels to properly delve into his life.

"Because you need to know what freedom feels like, to have the weight lifted from your shoulders. For you to be Tim Drake rather than an heir to a fortune. I've seen it all before but you're different, I can feel it and this is the world Tim, you can be whoever you want." There was a sincerity and softness to your voice that he wasn't expecting, like you knew exactly how he felt because you'd experienced it too once upon a time. Maybe you had?

"I want this, to see sights like these and I want to make the city a better place but I’m not sure where to start. I admire Batman who does it in his own way, but he's wavering now, he needs a Robin." Over text you couldn't read each other's emotions or disclose personal desires like you were currently and feeling Tim trust you in such a way eased your self doubts.

"Wait - you came to the rally for a potential Batman sighting, ah you’ve got to be kidding me! Not surprised though, you strike me as an undercover nerd.” You cheerfully laughed to yourself, taking a brief glance at Tim who now wore a deadpan expression.

“Thanks (Y/n), I’m so glad I ran into you again.” He playfully pushed your shoulder in mock offence before issuing his sarcastic reply.

“Sorry sorry, but if that's the case why don't you be his Robin?" The way you’d said it made it seem like a possibility, like something he could easily achieve and not once had he felt that way - it wasn’t enough to completely nullify his doubts however.

"It's not that easy, I'd have to know who Batman is for a start."

"So find out. You're definitely smart enough, I know you have the detective skills to do that - it's why we ended up here tonight after all." In contrast to the less than ideal situation, you remained calm and carefree whilst Tim only felt guilty for being a hindrance.

"Sorry about that."

"It's not a complaint, if anything it's a thank you, I hope our misguided adventure helps to find where you belong. Besides, there's no one else I'd rather share this spot with." Now you diverted your gaze from the city, furrowing your brows at his apology before nudging your side against his as a form of friendly comfort alongside your words.

"Agreed, but what about you? Have you found where you belong?" The atmosphere was dripping with meaningful contentment so you weren't surprised by his inquiry but it was much harder to answer than you'd anticipated. Considering you’d been trying to find the answer to that very question for many years now.

"Me? I never thought I'd fit anywhere but, maybe there's hope..." Subconsciously your gaze drifted to the fine technology behind you as you trailed off. It was almost a natural gift, something you could nurture into masterful skill if built upon meticulously.

.

It was both by accident and on purpose, maybe a subconscious need to see one another that lead you to the same place hoping you'd cross paths. You did - multiple times, leading to deep conversations, meaningful gestures and frivolous takeouts under the stars. You'd developed a covet friendship, one that no person would put together just by looking at the two of you - in fact you were rarely seen together at all. Individual reputation and associates probably inspired that ritual.

Tonight, he'd caught the chip you'd aimed at his mouth with a proud grin and fist pump, yourself admiring the casual side of the Drake heir with bemusement - it was one shielded from the public eye to refine an image of a future heir but that pretence was disregarded at times like these.

"So this is a congratulations for finding out Bats' real name, don't worry I'm not gonna ask." You waved him off, though he seemed mystified with how you could read him so gracefully.

"Thanks (Y/n), for being respectful about it and setting me on the right life path. I would honestly love to tell you, but there’s still some work I’ve gotta do. Hey, what about you? Any updates on where you think you're headed?"

He expected your silence, the way you took your time as you gazed off at the vibrantly lit skyline with a look of concern which lead him to continue.

"Or who with?"

This snapped your attention to him immediately wearing a shocked expression, almost offended at the thought of it being someone rather than something that would bring you fulfilment.

"Hah! Relying on someone only gets you hurt, I'm not that stupid Tim, not anymore - which is why I'm so determined to find my place in the world. It'll be my decision with no one to take it from me.” It was a bitter subject, but Tim could hear the emotion in your tone and offered an understanding smile, one you gratefully returned.

.

After that your paths began to separate, you didn't need anyone and that was a fact Tim was reluctantly forced to accept, but with his extracurricular activities and adoption distracting him, it made the whole ordeal easier. Although a silent pact was forged, from the fragments of 'what could've been' if you will, whether you chose to vocalise its existence or not. No matter how far apart, you would always be there for each other - it would only take one call to reunite as though you'd never left another's side. And you’d hoped it remained intact.

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Now, 2 years had gone by, and you'd found yourself caught in the crosshairs of a police raid where the latest local race was, strategically deciding not to compete but instead scope your next competitors. Though you knew what took place behind the scenes to attract such attention, as a result you'd been prepared for the cops - but not for them. In an instant you'd used the commotion as a distraction, ducking out from the back of the bridge and onto the street where you’d be home free.

Until you saw him waiting for you.

"You finally found it." You cross your arms, leaning back against your custom motorcycle with an expectant look directed at the new vigilante standing before you.

Robin offered a smirk at your calm behaviour, you knew exactly who’d been wearing the mantle and you didn't see Tim Drake as a threat.

"I did. Although I'm not so sure about yours..."

"Because we're on opposite sides of the law now?" You quipped, tilting your head rather bemused with the untimely reunion.

"I never wanted to fight you (Y/n)."

"Neither. But this is where I belong Tim, and it's not a serious felony - a few drag races here and there, no harm done. A woman has gotta earn a living, and I happen to be very good at it." You playfully shrugged now only centimetres between you both.

"It's not just races though, is it." Tim knew, obviously, and he deduced that it wasn't news to you either but that didn't disguise the genuine worry in his voice.

"No, but I'm okay richboy. Don't worry about me, and if you ever need me you have my number."

"You got a new private line remember?" He recalled, having once slipped up in his contemplations to call you only to find the number out of use. Most likely because it was too easy to trace, in your world - a potentially fatal mistake.

"Yes I did, and I've already inputted into this." Came your nonchalant reply as you handed over his communicator, fingers lingering a little too long against his own as if holding on to each other for a few more seconds would convey everything.

"I'll have to arrest you eventually."

"Then catch me. If you can that is." You stepped backwards, a hand beckoning him to dare to follow as you hopped on your bike and sped off with a wink.

Robin mirrored your movement, starting up his own engine as he watched you round a corner but shut it down again with a soft smile.

"Why didn't you go after her?" Batman's voiced sternly echoed in his ear, the dark knight perched on an overlooking rooftop as Robin turned to face his direction whilst speaking into Comms.

"My bike stalled, she was already gone." Bruce furrowed his brows, the motorbike was in perfect condition before they'd left but regardless he felt there was a deeper meaning to Robins leniency, one that was out of his understanding.

With one call. No matter the distance or time that passed.

He'd come.

And so would you.

[derrybyers]

Find Me Somebody To Love

Pairing: Richie and Will (DUH it’s me)

A/N: I’m very disappointed with the new season of Stranger things, particularly the Will content but at least we got some new scenes which prompted me to write a Ryers fic. Which is this. And many more. I made Mileven a thing in this because I really don’t care anymore fuck it’s lowkey tho

Warnings: there’s really no spoilers but just to be safe spoiler warning, swearing

Description: Mike tries to talk to Will about getting a girlfriend, but Will isn’t having it. He storms off, and nobody knows where he is for a few days. Worried, the party consults El to find Will and make sure he’s safe. But what they find is very unexpected…

“I just feel bad,” Mike started, licking his cookies and cream ice cream cone. “You’re the only one out of all of us that doesn’t have a girlfriend. There’s gotta be someone who you like.” 

Will took a seat across from Mike at the food court table. “I don’t know, I’m just not really interested in having a girlfriend. But I’m glad you, Lucas, and Dustin are enjoying having one.” He poked at his cotton candy ice cream bowl with his spoon. 

“Oh come on. What about Aubrey?”

Will raised an eyebrow, “What about Aubrey?”

“You’re telling me that nothing happened between you two after you slow danced together at semi-formal last month?” Mike questioned.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Will said, eating a spoonful of his ice cream. “And I didn’t even dance with her. She asked me but I said no.”

“What? I totally thought you guys danced together! Why did you turn her down? She’s cute…but not your type though?” 

Will shrugged, “Yeah, wasn’t my type. And again, I don’t want a girlfriend right now.” He sighed. “Can we please just talk about something else?”

Dropping the subject, they finished their ice cream cones and began a long debate over Star Wars theories. Steve even came over on his break for some company. A while later, Steve noticed a blonde girl who seemed transfixed with their table. He waved at her, thinking that yes, his good looks weren’t fading, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was looking at someone else.

“Hey, Will,” Steve whispered. “Ten ‘o clock!”

“What?” Will said, completely confused.

“Ten ‘o clock. That blondie over there hasn’t blinked since she first laid eyes on you.”

Will felt himself flush at the thought of being the center of attention, that someone was watching his every move. “I-Um-” 

“Hey, chill out,” Mike laughed. 

“Yeah, you look like you’re about to be an entree at Red Lobster,” Steve added. “Just wave at her. Simple.”

Will winced. “Won’t that be leading her on?”

“What? No,” Steve said. “It’s just a wave. Don’t overthink it.”

Will wasn’t overthinking it. He’d already decided that he didn’t want to interact with this random girl and potentially lead her on. That would devastate both her and him. Sure, it was only a wave like Steve said, but…still. 

“I’m not,” Will argued. “I just don’t want to wave to her.”

Steve almost choked on his water. “Will, c’mon, it’s only a wave-”

Will began to get agitated. “I said I don’t want to.”

“Look at you, you’re a total babe magnet and you won’t even acknowledge the girl. I didn’t think you’d turn into such a Steve Harrington a.k.a douchebag so quickly, Will,” Mike laughed while Steve glared at him. 

Looking up from his lap, Will became even more pissed off. “Why are you trying to force me to talk to girls when you know I don’t want to and then try to make me feel bad about it?” Will stood up from the table. “I’ve repeatedly said that I don’t want a girlfriend, how hard is that for you to understand?!”

Will knew that if he stuck around, the conversations would eventually go back to being about girls like they always did. So he walked away from the table. 

“Hey, I was only joking!” Mike called, “Where are you going?”

Ignoring his friend and Steve, Will walked out of the mall, got on his bike, and rode away. 

-

“I haven’t seen Will in three days! Three days!” Mike complained to the party, “I didn’t think what I said made him that upset!”

Everyone agreed that Will had the right to be a little angry since Mike had been pushing his buttons about girls at the mall, but not coming to hang out for three days after the incident? It was a little suspicious. Will usually shook things off overnight or the next day. 

“I called his mom, and even she doesn’t know where he is!” Mike explained, “I told her that we’d find him. What if he’s in danger?” 

“Wait. Not even Mrs. Byers knows where Will is?” Lucas asked. 

“No! She thought he was sleeping over here, which he was supposed to before he ran off,” Mike said. “I’m worried.”

“Well,” Max chimed in, “The only way to really find out where he is-”

“Through me,” El spoke up. 

Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Max all gathered together on Mike’s couch while El sat in front with a black blindfold over her eyes. She doesn’t search for people or “spy” as some like to call it as often as she used to, as it was draining. But this situation deemed worthy. 

El took a deep breath in and tried to concentrate. When she opened her eyes, she was in the void. The familiar black water sloshed at her feet as she walked around, trying to find Will. 

A blue bed appeared in the distance to her left. She walked towards it. 

“I found him,” El said aloud. 

“Where is he?”

“Is he okay?”

As El got closer, she discovered that Will wasn’t alone. Will and another person were laying side by side on the bed.

“He’s with somebody,” She alerted the party.

Will, I’m booooored 

Sounds like a you problem. While I, on the other hand, am enjoying reading this comic book.

I read that one a thousand times so…

Lucky you

I’m still bored

What do you want me to do about it-

The other person flung the comic book out of Will’s hands and smashed their lips against his. Will wrapped his arm around the other person’s waist and fisted their hair with his other hand, responding enthusiastically to the kiss. 

“They’re,” El paused. “Kissing.”

“No way!” Mike gasped, recalling their conversations at the mall. “That’s…impossible!”

Lucas cheered, “Hell yeah, Will!”

“No freaking way,” Dustin added. “How hot is she?”

“Yeah, what does she look like?” Max asked. 

El took a closer look at the person on top of Will. They appeared to be tall, had short brown hair, a big nose, and glasses. Now that El was really thinking about it, this person didn’t look like a girl at all or even talk like a girl. In fact, they looked a lot like…

“Mike,” She told them.

“What?!” He said, utterly shocked.

“So Will’s locking lips with a girl who looks like Mike?” Dustin raised an eyebrow. “That’s…different.”

You’re so fucking cute

Shut up

I won’t

The person began to pepper kisses down Will’s neck, stopping at one spot.

Hey! If you’re gonna leave marks do it where no one can see them, remember?

“Not a girl,” El spoke up, wiping her bloody nose with a tissue. 

“If they’re not a girl then they gotta be…a boy,” Max said.

“So let me get this straight,” Mike started as he began to pace around the basement, “Will hasn’t been around for a few days and is now apparently kissing a boy? And not to mention a boy that looks like me?”

It was silent for a few moments before Dustin’s head shot up. “You guys don’t think-”

Mhm, stop sucking on my neck and kiss me for real!

Whatever my beloved Willy Will wants…

Oh would you stop calling me that stupid name already!

Whyyy? It’s cute! Just like you!

Richie, just shut up and kiss me 

“Richie.”

“Holy shit!” Lucas exclaimed, “I can’t believe that right now, as we speak, our Will is sucking face with Richie Tozier!”

Max’s face winced in disgust. “Don’t tell me it’s the same Richie that was my lab partner for the frog dissection. The really annoying one?”

“How many Richie’s do you know?” Dustin replied. “It’s him.”

Mike took a seat on the couch and stared at the wall. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Now everything made sense: why Will didn’t dance with Aubrey, how he never seemed interested when they talked about girls, why he didn’t want a girlfriend, and why he didn’t wave to that blonde girl at the mall. His best friend for more than ten years was secretly dating Richie Tozier and making out with him at that very moment. Will had never told anyone - that Mike was aware of - that he was into guys, but now everything made sense. 

“El,” Mike spoke, “Get out of there. This is wrong.” He felt so guilty for invading Will’s privacy, even though it was just to make sure he was safe. Now everyone knew Will’s secret that definitely wasn’t supposed to be found out.

Dustin leaned back in his chair. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen them hang out and this whole time-”

“They’ve been dating right under our noses,” Lucas finished. “My mind is blown.”

El took the blindfold off and wiped her nose. What she saw must be something not right according to her friends’ attitude towards it. 

“You’re not happy for Will?” She said.

Mike’s eyes widened, “What? No! We’re all happy, it’s just…”

El gave Max a confused look. Will and this Richie person were just kissing, something her and Mike did all the time. Why was everyone acting so weird about it?

“Two boys kissing is not very common,” Max explained to her. 

“Why not?”

Dustin sighed, “A lot of people think it’s wrong, and they say bad things about it, unlike if you and Mike kissed.”

“Oh,” El replied even though she still didn’t fully understand.

“But Will can never know that you saw him and Richie,” Mike said. “He’ll tell us when he’s ready, but until then, we don’t tell anyone and just forget about it. Okay?”

Everyone nodded. 

Mike stood up and walked over to the phone on the wall. He dialed a number and waited for a few moments. 

“Hi, Mrs. Byers. We found Will. He’s alright.”

[legitlaur]

You’ve been Compromised

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

summary: you are a HYDRA agent who has been assigned Steve Rogers as a mission but will the faking soon becoming real?

notes: this will most likely be a 4 maybe 5 part series but who knows. kinda been on a Steve grind dont ask me why idk. also working on my aesthetic and working on lots more fics. expect more content :)

_________________________

Zipping up a black gym bag, you slung it around your shoulders and headed to the gym. 

The gym was extremely close, which made it convenient when you had a quick lunch break.  Walking in you scanned the environment and everyone in it, a bodybuilder at the weights, a blonde teenage girl on the treadmill, a group of friends throwing medicine balls. You smiled when you saw him at the punching bags.

The file said he would be at the punching bags.

Waiting for him to find his rhythm, you started your workout. Not long after the weights began burning your arms he tightened his wraps and punch even harder. Chalk was bouncing off the bag. Huffing and breathing hard, he got worked up. 

You walked over to him and gently touched his shoulder. “Excuse me.”

Turning around he was standing inches away from you, if it was possible for his face to become more flushed, it did.

“That was quite a number you just did,” you pointed to the cotton-like stuffing falling out of the punching bag.

“It happens more than you would think.”

He watched as you unhooked the bag, “Well I think you owe me a new bag because I was about to finish my workout with that one.”

“I, I, well. I um, I can run to my apartment and get another bag.”

You laughed, “Are you always such a gentleman?” Before he could answer you left to grab a pair of boxing gloves and threw them across the gym. “Here,” as predicted he caught them with ease.

You walked up to him, “You can make it up to me.” 

“Okay, ladies first.”

You slid into the small makeshift ring, he followed. 

“I hope you can keep up with me,” you were ready to pounce.

There was a toothy smile from him, “I’ll try my best.” 

The two of you danced around the ring, throwing punches at each other. He was careful not to throw anything you wouldn’t handle. This irritated you, he was letting you win. Watching his repetition you found his weak spot, carefully you waited for the right opportunity. Finally, you kicked the back of his knees. The bulky body fell to the mat. 

Without saying a word you slid out of the ring and dropped the gloves next to his bag. Walking with enough swag to make your ponytail swing back and forth. The feeling of his eyes watching your backside made your heart rate rise, you didn’t let that stop you from keeping the facade. Knowing he would follow you, you slowed down. 

You heard his footsteps running down the stairs, his voice followed, “Wait.”

You turned around to face the blue-eyed fossil.

Once he caught up to you he didn’t know what to say, “Um. Hey.”

“Hello?” 

“I didn’t catch your name,” he blurted.

You laughed and gave him the alias provided on your file, “y/n, and you are the famous Captain Rogers.”

“No ones called me that in a long time. I miss the ring to it. I don’t normally do this, but would you like to have dinner with me?”

You pondered for a moment, “Mmm. You’ll have to prove yourself worthy first. Here’s my email, you get one shot. Might I suggest you make it count.”

You wrote your email his small notebook and told him he had one shot. After handing the book back to him you quickly exited the building and ran for home.

____________________________________

You planned your next meeting with Steve Rogers for a few weeks later. He was a smart soldier, after all, noticing things that the common eye would miss. As you kept a note of his schedule he only went to the store once a week, and it was the same store each time.

You wore a navy t-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. Something he would appreciate, a simple girl. The grocery store was far out of his way, unlike the gym. Making a mental note to find out the significance of the store you walked a few blocks. Once you were in the store with a cart and some groceries, all you had to do was wait. 

Standing in aisle seven you looked around. Trying to understand the vibe of the store, the music was jazz and oldies. Dark oak wood everywhere. Until finally it clicked.

Everyone that was here, was old. He found a place of comfort, a grocery store that is only inhabited by old people.

“y/n?”

You turned, pleased to have finally bumped into him, “Oh Mr. Rogers, I see we meet again.”

He stood next to you, leaving no room to escape, “I’m, I’m sorry about the email. I just,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “You said I only get one shot. So I’m trying to make it perfect.”

You smiled, “That’s a nice gesture,” you paused thinking. You didn’t have the patience or the means to continue waiting, “I’m preparing to offer you a deal.”

His eyes widened, “A deal?”

“You want to take me out on a date, yes?”

“That’s correct,” he nodded.

“If you can make me a delicious, home-cooked meal as friends. I agree to go out on a date with you.”

As confused as he looked you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Deal?” His voice sounded dry, nervous.

“Pick me up at 6?” You dropped another note in his hand, you’re address was written in neat blocky handwriting. 

____________________________________

You spend the rest of the day researching the few hobbies and interests Steve had outside of work. The file had only a small list, consisting of working out, Veteran Affairs meetings, and a barbershop quartet. The last one made you smile.  The two of you had no life outside of work, this must have been why HYDRA chose you. 

Not only did HYDRA pick the most attractive of the female agents for the mission, but they also had access to an extensive pick of fashionable clothing. The closet they provided had everything you could need and more. You chose a red semi-formal dress.   

Throwing perfume, a gun, and some lip gloss in your purse you sat patiently waiting for him to buzz. It was nearly 6 o’clock, he would be here on time, that was the way Mr, Rogers was wired. Never a hair out of place, always on time, opening the doors for everyone. He was always the hero, someone that could always be counted on. You didn’t need the file to tell you that, it was obvious the way he acted and portrayed himself. Even in the way he looked at you, he had respect for women. 

The buzz startled you. Rather than letting him see inside your nearly empty apartment, you opted to meet him outside. Gripping the strap of your purse tightly you could see his silhouette through the cracked windows. 

When Mr. Rogers clear blue eyes greeted yours, you smiled. Not a HYDRA smile, but a real y/n smile. 

“Miss y/n.”

“Mr. Rogers.”

notes: thanks for reading. apologizes for being slow but I promise it'll be worth it. part 2 will be out soon hopefully

[r-d-welhollow-writes]

This feels so serendipitous – I was just looking for a writer who would be a good fit for a new prompt that's been bouncing around my head! I was hoping to request a story about a young witch (in her twenties, modern day) who is questioning her sexuality; she thinks she likes girls, but has never had the chance to experiment. For the story: she finds a spell that will allow her to duplicate herself, in the hopes that a night to experiment with herself will answer all her questions about love.

(Sorry about the wait! i hope you enjoy- even though this went in a very off mark direction! I had a blast writing it and tried out a slightly new style)

To say the night had not gone as planned would be an understatement. 

In all honesty, she wasn’t sure how exactly the night would go. Maybe a night of discovery, maybe a mistake but nothing too serious. Certainly nothing life changing or bad. Right?

But this.

This she wasn’t prepared for.

Veira was not prepared for the duplicate to bolt out the door to her lonely one bedroom apartment. She also was not prepared for the way that she, last living heir to the proud Devereaux family name, would be running after it like a madwoman down the street well past midnight. 

Yet there she was.

“Hey!” She yelled, frantically flipping through the pages of her grimoire.

Loudly cursing herself for not reading more in depth before speaking the incantation. Had she simply flipped the page, she would have found that this particular spell was not a full duplication spell. Instead of another self like she had wanted, she got a living manifestation of her innermost wants and desires. Those desires having promptly decided to run out the door full speed like a bloodhound on a trail. She ran through the crowds of nightlife that filled the streets, weaving her way through groups of confused passerby and dodging honking cars as her mirror image ran across the busy intersection without looking.

Veira rounded the corner sharply. Just in time to see her duplicate sneaking into the unattended backdoor to one of the largest, most notorious nightclubs in the city. Delirium was notorious for all the wrong reasons- all the reasons she never went out to parties- let alone massive clubs. Cursing  loudly under her breath, she grit her teeth, pushing the heavy back alley door open and following suit.

The club was alive. The overly bass filled music was so loud she could feel it reverberating in her skull, her heart thumping in time to the rhythm. She slowed her run to a very brisk walk, eyes kept either on the dance floor or darting around frantic to find-

Oh.

Oh no.

When she finally spotted her duplicate, and just what they were doing, she could have sunk into her coffin then and there. There they were. Sliding into the booth next to a total stranger, way too close to be socially acceptable. Too close to laugh off.

She let out a yell as her mirrored image leaned forward, cheeks flushed dark red with embarrassment as she shoved her way through the crowd, desperate to stop them.

Only then, when she burst through the crowd, did she sense the power shift in the room. 

Her eyes went wide as the dancing, the music, all of it slowly slid to a stop. 

Frozen in time, almost. But- no! That was impossible. She hadn’t sensed power like this in..

She blinked, eyes darting around frantically for the source only to jump when she heard a voice, soft and calm from in front of her. Veira slowly turned, eyes wide with shock, seeing the woman that her other form had been so eager to find was petting it’s head. The manifestation reacted similar to a housecat, pressing its head into her hand and letting out a noise akin to a purr.

“I believe this belongs to you, hm?” She smiled. Veira sputtered, wide eyed and slack jawed.

Veira gulped as the stranger stood, taking a step back on reflex.

This stranger was... stunning. Beautiful in every sense- but dangerously powerful. 

She could sense it.

Behind that warm, welcoming smile- something laid dormant. Something powerful. Dark.

The stranger smiled.

“Hm?” She asked, Veira blinking a handful of times. 

“H-huh?” Veira asked, uneasiness and dread weighing like a rock in the pit of her stomach. The strange woman let out a laugh that resonated in the smaller one’s chest as the manifestation nuzzled it’s way up under her arm. Head resting on her chest.

Veira turned red. 

“I! I am so- Sorry!- Here, let me-” She tripped over her words. Frantically turning page after page in her grimoire before she heard her laugh again. 

“Nonsense!” Veira blinked as a hand halted her. “Allow me.” 

The heir to the proud Devereaux family name was speechless as the strange woman simply waved her hand, the mirrored image letting out a surprised sound as it dissipated before her very eyes. The feeling of intense longing immediately settled in Veira’s chest once again, making her shiver hard.

“...Wh...Who are you?” The words tumbled from her mouth before she could think twice. 

She hated the way her voice betrayed her, how startled and weak she sounded. How small she felt.

It didn’t help that this stranger was at least twice her size.

“Ah! How rude of me,” She took a sudden step forward, Veira jumped slightly and stepped back on reflex. 

“Amber.” She smiled. “Amber Nicole Sweet.” 

It was as if all the air was forcibly sucked from her lungs.

She couldn’t move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn’t stop her hands from shaking as Amber lifted her hand with her own, her lips planting a soft kiss against her trembling knuckles, lips leaving a lipstick stain in their wake. A sense of warm sunk into her very bones, melding into her skin.

Sweet.

She knew that name. The gravity it held. A name built on blood. On forbidden pacts and dark, dark magic. Veira wanted to run. Wanted to throw up and hide at the same time, but her body refused to move.

“It’s awfully late,” Amber smiled. “And you, my dear, need rest.”

Sweet smiled at her frozen state, walking in a semi circle behind her. Veira shivered hard at the scrape of teeth against the shell of her ear, Amber smiling against.

“Run along.”

At that moment the club was suddenly alive again. Music, dancing, lights. As if nothing had happened.

And run she did.

Out of the crowd, the club, down the winding streets until she crashed through her apartment door, bolting the many locks shut.

She stumbled her way to the bathroom, stunned and nauseated, her constricted lungs trying to pull in air.

Her skin was crawling, staring at the lip shaped mark on her hand.

A binding spell. She could feel it. A strong one- like a chain. 

A beacon that would allow her to find her at any time, anywhere.

She almost got sick.

She cast ward after ward until she was so mentally and physically drained she sunk slowly to the floor- consciousness slowly slipping from her. 

The stain would remain there for weeks, no matter how many times she tried in vain to scrub it away.

She never was one to go looking for trouble, but, somehow. 

Trouble had a tendency of finding her in the end.

The next time trouble found her she was on her way to her part time job on the other side of the city when the subway train suddenly halted at an undesignated stop- all passengers vacating the car until she was left alone.

Or, so she had thought.

The subway train picked up speed- fast. Far, far too fast to be normal. The lights flickered once.

Twice.

Then she was there.

“Hello,” Amber greeted with an ever present smile. Veira’s heart dropped like a ton of bricks to the bottom of the ocean- blood icy cold.

The heir to the Sweet bloodline leaned forward, legs crossed formally, seated across from her. Amber’s dark eyes bored in to Veira’s hazel ones.

“We need to talk.”

[therestismutlol]

The Wedding Guests • Na Jaemin x Reader

“One! Two… three!” The boquet was finally thrown. Every woman in the vicinity raised their hands, even the already wedded ones for fun. Y/n stretched her hands out, as high as she could, toes tipped, then with wide eyes, caught it.

***

The crowd’s murmurs. Wedding bells. Loud cheering, then rose petals everywhere.

After two hours you arrived at the wedding reception of Mr. and Mrs. Lee, still wearing your purple bride’s maid dress. The 28th floor of the hotel was made to accommodate special events, and once you stepped out of the elevator it was decorated with everything purple and lilac, their wedding’s color.

Everyone was chatting happily, sitting on their assigned seats. The food was ready at a corner of the huge room, but the stainless steel lids were shut. You looked around to find familiar faces, and succeeding, you went to your friend, Nako. She was busy filling her glass with water at a glass dispenser.

“Nako.”

She turned to look at you, before smiling then you two exhanged hugs.

“Hi! What took you so long?”

“Uh, I couldn’t find my car keys. Anyway, did the couple arrive yet?” You ask. She shook her head.

“By the way, we sit at the table over there,"she then gestures at a table near the bride and groom’s family’s table. "Because we’re special ahaha~”

“I know I said this a hundred times already but you know, Wonyoung looked really, really beautiful.”

Wonyoung was everything but imperfect. Being her best friend since high school, she claimed a special place in your heart, and to her perfect self, you were very protective. You couldn’t believe that anyone would ever be enough for her, but because Donghyuck was a great man, you eventually trusted him as Wonyoung’s husband. They are perfect in every way, both of them– especially on their wedding day. Wonyoung shined her brightest, if that was even possible, and this was a very emotional day for you. You couldn’t believe that the woman who always hits you up late night to talk about boys, steals your food, shows up at your house at 2 am, and cries to you about her exes– is now married. And you were absolutely happy for her.

“Agreed.” Nako nodded. “I wouldn’t get tired talking about her look today either.”

“Hey girls.” Yena, your other friend, came up to you guys and grinned. “Before everything else I would like to say that she’s finally getting the D tonight.”

You three cackled, you hitting Yena playfully. “Shut up!”

“Wait ‘till she hears about this.” Nako 'tsked’.

She guides you two to the table but you stopped in your tracks.

“Wait. I want to look around for a bit.”

Yena rolls her eyes at you. “For all I know you’re just going to look for a cutie.” Nako giggled.

“Well, while I’m at it,” you shrugged before waving goodbye.

A lot of people were here. It seemed like both the bride and the groom had a huge social circle, you couldn’t even recognize half of the guests present. You fought your way to get a glass of water from the dispenser; you sure need to hydrate because in a hurry on the way earlier, you ran, thinking that you’re late.

“I wonder where they are right now.”

You turned, but suddenly, your glass spilled on someone else. You widened your eyes.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry–” you gasped.

“No, no, it’s alright, it’s alright.”

You looked at the guy smiling down apologetically at you, and in the midst of horror and panic, you could boldly say that he was looking so damn fine.

“It’s not, I just spilled water on your coat–” you searched for your handkerchief from your purse then attempted to dry the stained spot with it.

“It’s just water, really. No big deal."he grasped your hand that has the handkerchief to stop you, then proceeded to remove his coat.

"See? Solved.”

You stared at him.

That was hot.

“Sorry, I was clumsy…”

“Like I said, it’s okay.”

Somehow his smile reassured you that you had done nothing wrong, so you bowed, thanking him before heading your way.

Minutes later you finally sat down, gushing with the other girls.

“Okay, so story time. I bumped into someone hot, no clickbait.”

“No way.��“I knew you would be out for boys.”“There are a lot of guys here, and they’re all so hot so guess who’s also not going home unsingle?”

Your laughter rang in the air, but that was until everyone just started shouting and confettis were everywhere, and there was the entrance of Wonyoung and Donghyuck Lee.

They were holding hands, and her smile was truly the most beautiful thing you’ve seen–and so was Donghyuck’s, of course. They both looked at each other, laughed, and you could see in their eyes that they were completely, utterly, madly inlove with each other.

You wondered if you would ever be able to look at someone like that. To be inlove, get married to the person who also thinks of you as his world. As Wonyoung caught your eyes and grinned back, you wondered if someday, you would be able to look as beautiful as she.

***

You sat down on your chair and everyone was still laughing. You had just finished giving a speech about Wonyoung’s dark past and testified on their cheesy relationship and it was such a comic one you drove everyone to tears.

“I hate you,” Wonyoung playfully shouted at you, and they laughed at your smug face specially.

“Hunnie I love you too.”

It was then the turn of one of Donghyuck’s friends to stand up and give a speech like yours, and to your surprise, it was from the one who you bumped into earlier.

Under the dimly lit lights, you contemplated how his eyes sparkled so brightly. Maybe he, too, was really happy for Hyuck. You felt him.

“Because of some circumstances, Mark wouldn’t be able to give a speech. I was the second choice. I always was.”

You chuckled along with the others. He’s got humour.

“Get married already.” Donghyuck shouts at him, and you could see that they were really close…it reminded you of you and Wonyoung.

“I’m not a professional comedian like Wonyoung’s friend over there.”

He looks at you for a moment, so did the others. You motioned to yourself with wide eyes. 'A special mention? Wow.’

“But I wouldn’t even need to be, because Hyuck’s done a lot of hilariously questionable stuff already, so–”

“Tie him!” The groom pointed at him.

“We’re the weirdest, most neglected ones in our group so I relate to you on a spiritual leve–”

“It’s because you two were clingy as fuck.” Their friends defended, cutting the speaker off.

“Not true,” Hyuck and him protested, and at this, everyone was laughing.

***

After an hour and a half, you find yourself dancing in the middle of the crazed crowd. Formalities are over, adults and semi-adults are the only ones left and the intoxicating drinks were out.

You had your seventh glass of martini and your throat’s on fire, but your limbs seem to move on their own.

“Enjoying the party?”

You turned to see Donghyuck dancing towards you in a professional manner, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Show off."You commented.

"Because why not?” He chuckles, and you shared this.

“You’ve done a great job, Hyuck.” You then started as the two of you swayed to the beat.

“You finally admitted–”

“Shut up Hyuck, or else I won’t compliment you anymore. Anyway, job well done, so you know. Fuck. I’m so proud of you. Take…take care of Wonyoung.”

“We’ve been through this a hundred times already. Stop crying, or else I’m crying too.”

“What the hell…” You tried to wipe the continous flow of tears produced by your eyes. Maybe it was the liquor, you’re so damn emotional than usual it’s embarrassing. Just how many times have you cried today? 5? 6?

“WONYOUNG! Donghyuck made someone cry!” Donghyuck’s friends shouted as they neared you both, getting the newly-wedded bride’s attention.

“Donghyuck, what in the world!?"she laughs as she went to you then after seeing you, she engulfed you again in a really tight hug.

"Look who’s the crybaby now.” She teased, and you playfully hit her.

“Shut up. I just couldn’t believe that you’ll be married first.”

“Just get a boyfriend then!"Donghyuck shouts, making his mates laugh loudly.

"You know who else is single?” Mark, you recognized as one of Donghyuck’s best friends, asks, garnering everyone’s attention.

“Na fucking Jaemin.” Another guy hollers as he pushes a familiar man from his chair and on to his feet.

He was surprised enough to spill his mug of booze on the floor, but everyone was still a mess as they pushed the both of you to each other in a teasing manner.

“Why don’t we leave them alone for a while.” Yeri, an older co-worker of theirs joined, and they agreed almost immediately. You tried clinging on to Wonyoung’s arm, begging her to stay, but she just winked at you, then linked her arm to her husband’s, then partied away.

The two of you stood in front of each other awkwardly for a good measure of 10 seconds, before he spoke.

“Woman from earlier.”

“A-Ah, yes. It’s me again,”

He raised a brow. “We keep bumping into each other.”

“It’s inevitable.” You mustered a laugh, and the small chuckle that left his lips made you feel somewhat at ease.

As if the world was totally not against the 'bullying’ of everyone else present, 'Can I have this Dance’ started playing, and you look at the other male with wide eyes.

“Do you know Highschool Musical?” He asks.

“This song is made because of that, of course. This brings back cringy middle to highschool memories, I’m getting goosebumps.” You take his inviting hand, understanding.

He laughs.“Too bad I’m a sucker for the series.” You shook your head.

He pulls you closer to him, his other hand rested on your waist, and you put yours on his broad shoulder.

He guided your heeled feet, and shockingly, you moved in perfect rhythm.

“When will I step on your foot?” You questioned out loud, surprising yourself as well. 'What.’

“You won’t as long as I’m holding you.”

You looked at his eyes, smile faltering.

As if the world, unbelievably, slowed down.

Suddenly, you can’t breathe.

It was awful.

Your senses was hyping up everything about him. His eyes were the prettiest black you’ve ever seen, and his lips inviting velvet. You wanted to caress the pale skin on his cheek, ask him about his day, and if he cared for a cup of coffee the next day.

Heart beating fast as you two moved in sync, and he was saying something but you couldn’t hear it. You wanted to ask him what is it really, but your throat was dry, so you could only care about the feeling in your stomach that’s making you sick. Like, really sick.

“Hold on."you made him stop.

"What?” He asks.

“…I’m throwing up.”

You removed yourself from him then dashed towards the nearest thing you could vomit on, and it was a potted plant.

“I’m sorry, plant–bleeweueghegeud”

Your throat really hurted, and so did your head. You feel the liquors and food climb up and out your mouth, and it was so stingy, it’s like your throat was slit and was put salt.

“How could you do that to the plant,”

You knew it was him.

But you could only vomit more. Why did he have to follow you!?

“Really…”

You feel your hair being grouped and held up by a hand in a ponytail, away from your neck and face.

“You might puke on your hair. It’d be a waste, I like how your shampoo smells.”

“Go away,” you muster out. “I’m disgustinbleugeerughhuggueah”

He only chuckles. “Are you always like this?”

You couldn’t answer. You wanted to clear out everything that upsets your body, so you make a noise to try to puke it out.

“And at the party, with this potted plant, wow.”

You started coughing, which made the condition of your throat worse.

“Hey, what’s happening?”

You recognize that voice who belonged to your senior, Eunbi, and her voice becoming louder indicated that she went near you both.

“Water, she needs water.”

“Y/n?” She asks, but you couldn’t answer because you were busy.

“You’re a mess!” She exclaimed.

“A cup of water,” you then managed to mutter hoarsely as you turned to look at her over your shoulder, and she nodded before heading off. “I don’t feel so good..”

“You watch too much Avengers.”

“That was not a reference.” Being able to utter a whole continous sentence took up a lot of work because you had to restrain puking for a bit.

“Ah, I’m dying."you said tastelessly.

"Don’t say that.”

“Here.” Eunbi comes back to give you the glass of cold water, which you’re very thankful of.

You wanted to go home, but at the same time not, for the same reason–it’s your bestfriend’s wedding reception.

You groaned as you clutched your head, standing up.

“I think I’m fine now… Thank you, the both of you.”

Eunbi and the guy looked at each other, before looking at you unconvinced.

“You don’t seem fine to me…” Jaemin says.

“Are you sure?” Eunbi asks, clearly doubting.

“Yes, yes… I’m just going to call someone to take care of this plant…and apologize, that was very despicable and disgusting. You could go back to your own business now…”

Eunbi worriedly caresses your arm, before going back to the party at the other side, while the guy with you.

“Come on…” You exasperatedly exclaimed.

“What? You look horrible.”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t like this before… But you should really go.”

“I’ll have you sit safely first.”

You look at him.

If that’s what he wants…

***

You opened your eyes as the sunlight from the window hit you.

It’s morning.

You yawned, sat up, then stretched for a bit.

For some odd reason your bedroom wall was now painted white, and barely decorated. And really far from you.

And then it hit you.

This isn’t your room– It’s too huge too.

And just like in any other cliché novels that teenage girls love, the guy from last night entered the room so suddenly, and you let out a shrill scream which made him back up a wall.

He was only wearing a towel down there. Only. A towel.

“Why are you topless!?”

“Because this is my room!"he responded in the same shocked tone. "And that’s my closet, I was going to get dressed,”

You looked at the walk-in closet he was pointing that took up the other side of the room, and then looked around(at everything else but him), and it was indeed a guy’s bedroom. You wanted to know how the hell you ended up here, but before that, you have to do what a woman’s gotta do.

You checked if you still had clothes on, or if it’s the same clothes.

“I didn’t do anything to you. I slept on the couch last night, and I have CCTV cameras in my house that you could check anytime, if that makes you feel better.”

He was telling the truth. You seem untouched, and there was a camera on an upper corner of the room.

“Can I get my clothes now?” He asks.

“Sure… be quick.”

He nods, before grabbing whatever, and you watched him leave, closing the door behind him.

You then realized that you were acting like you owned his room.

***

You were still sitting awkwardly in his bed for the past 10 minutes.

You couldn’t move because you didn’t know what to do. If you stood up and examined his things it’d be really stupid because there are cameras around. You didn’t want to go out either, because who knows if he was changing right behind the door.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your reverie.

“C-Come in,”

In he came, carrying a bowl of what smelled like chicken soup and a glassful of water. He set it down the circular glass table few inches beside the bed, then moved it closer to your comfort.

“That’s very kind of you.” The words slipped from your mouth, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, but I was treated badly by my guest.”

You suddenly felt bad on how you acted.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry for earlier… I was just shocked.”

“I’m forgiving."the warm smile he gave you made you feel even more miserable.

"It wasn’t nice. And last night…”

You were about to apologize for your behavior last night, but then you remember you have no recollection of what happened after you sat down and watched everyone go wild. It’s like you time travelled or something.

“Last night…” You continued,“What happened?”

“You fell asleep once you sat down your table. Your friend called Wonyoung and Donghyuck and they both suggested that you go home early.”

“How did I end up in your–”

“They were making fun of us. Forced me to take you home. It was agonizing, but I wouldn’t want to leave you anyway. I didn’t know your address, didn’t thought of it until we were in the middle of the road so,”

Knowing that he didn’t plan on leaving your side the whole night made your heart skip for a bit. “No.” You firmly scolded. It was not the time for thi–

“What?” He looks at you, confused.

“What?” You look at him, sharing the same expression.

Did you just–

“Nothing.” You immediately shrugged it off, before cringing inside. Why are you like this? Surprisingly, you don’t have any hangovers from last night, but you were still acting weird.

“The other guys might be thinking that we got laid last night.” You sighed.

“They are the worst, I know,” he could only chuckle, before heading for the door.

“I’ll give you space. If you’re finished, you could just leave everything there and go on your way, if you want to.”

As he closed the door, you took a spoonful of the soup.

It was delicious.

***

You stared at the hallway in awe.

How in the world would you ever find your way to the living room?

You were not exaggerating, his house is really big. Surely, he must be making a lot of money(as if the cameras and huge bedroom weren’t a dead giveaway).

There are a lot of rooms, three extended hallways, and two stairs.

“Hello?” You called out to no one.

“Right here,”

You jumped in shock, as he spoke.

He was leaning on the wall beside his bedroom door, hands crossed over his chest.

“You gave me quite a shock,"you clutched on your chest, a sorry attempt on calming your erratic heart rate.

He was laughing, and you fought with yourself to strongly not glare at him.

"You’re funny. Anyway, I knew you’d be lost on your own. Come on.”

He started to walk past you, turning to the stairs on the left, and so you immediately followed.

“Were you waiting for me outside?”

“Nope, I came just in time.”

Your footsteps tapped against the ivory white stairs, and you winced at the light coming from the huge window beside the stairs.

“You’re quite rich. Quite a house.”

“I guess,"he shrugs,"But I only live with my housemaids and other workers.”

“Where’s your family?” You ask, but then you realized that was quite rude to ask.“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s not like they’re dead or anything, they’re just living in another country.”

“Okay, flex,”

You two turned a left at another hallway.

Even with his back turned on you, his broad shoulders exuded an aura of manliness and he smelled like money, or maybe it’s just you and your high ass.

Despite his friendly self and warmth, he still looked so expensive, you wondered if anyone ever met his standards or does he not want any. Oddly, you could still remember everyone teasing you both for the sole reason of being single but he’s a rich man. Surely, he might be hooking up with someone or something…

“Hey, are you currently in a relationship?”

You are seriously going to punch yourself next time, in the stomach. You were running your mouth thoughtlessly for the past two hours and it was not okay.

He looked at you, surprised, then his face seemed to mask that of an offended one.

“Wow, way to add salt to the wound.”

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud,”

You swear heat was now creeping up your neck and ears, really embarrassed.

His face softened, before he laughed.

“Ah, whatever. It’s true, but we’re both single so I guess you aren’t safe either,"he smiles at you with a knowing look.

He doesn’t plan on rubbing your status to your face now, does he?

Now climbing down another set of stairs, you could now say that at the end of it would be the living room, as the room seemed to stretch a bit wider, narrow hallway walls not in sight.

Where was everyone though? You’ve passed a lot of halls but you still haven’t seen one maid… Must be really lonely for him.

"By the way, I called an Uber driver for you earlier and he might be there already.”

“W-W… Thanks.” You look at him, taken aback. All throughout he had been nothing but nice.

“You’re welcome.”

You went to the two huge doors then opened it, and was greeted by a marble porch and a huge yard, and there was a fountain in the middle, just before the huge gates.

He really was a big shot.

The faintest white outside was your Uber car, you were sure.

“I hope you enjoyed your stay,”

You turned to him, and he was smiling, eyebrows raised in a playful manner.

This man…

“I think I forgot your name.”

“Na Jaemin.” He answers in this tone, that sounded quite endearing.“N–a, Jae–min.”

“(L/n)(Y/n).” You answer.

“I know.”

He… knows.

“G-Good memory. Good for you.”

You turned to your heel, off to the vehicle outside, but you stopped as he called you by your first name.

“You caught the bouquet.”

You look at him over your shoulder.

“Yesterday, you caught the bride’s bouquet."he repeated again.

You gave him a confused look.

"Don’t worry, you’ll be married next.”

Your body was now turned to him.

Was this his way of cheering you up in spite of your single life?

You sighed, but then snickered a bit.

“I do hope so, but you have to get married too!”

He laughs. “Of course.”

Jaemin watched you make your way across his spacious yard. Watched you wave, then enter the car. Watched the car drive away from his lot.

“One! Two… three!” The boquet was finally thrown. Every woman in the vicinity raised their hands, even the already wedded ones for fun. This girl stretched her hands out, as high as she could, toes tipped, then with wide eyes, caught it.

Everyone was clapping and cheering.

As she lifted her eyes from the bouquet in her hands, it caught Jaemin’s, for a millisecond.

The crowd’s murmurs. Wedding bells. Loud cheering, then rose petals everywhere.

Those set of (e/c) eyes.

He wouldn’t forget.

***

Ringing of the telephone.

After a few seconds, he finally picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hello bastard.”

“Ah, if it isn’t the unstable (Y/n).”

“Hyuck, I–”

“Did you enjoy last night?”

“Wtf? No,” you rolled your eyes at his suggestive tone, and you knew even through the phone, he could feel, see you doing it.“Nothing happened. Shut up.”

“Hmm, okay okay."you hear Wonyoung saying 'Who’s that?’ in the background and Hyuck saying, 'It’s Y/n’.

"So, why did you call me on our honeymoon, woman? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“This would’ve been a shorter call if you weren’t being a punk. Anyway, I called because… I wanted to know Jaemin’s number.”

It was pathetic. You were embarrassed way beyond you could imagine, because technically it’s their honeymoon and you shouldn’t be bothering just to get some guy’s number, but you messed up.

He was hot. And that caused implications.

Silence was on the other line, before Hyuck started giggling like a girl.

“Someone’s interested. Why didn’t you ask him that yourself?”

“I-It slipped from my mind."you were really eating your pride out here just for that man."And…And I was in a hurry. I was just going to thank him and his hospitality.”

“Hmm? Okay~ but I’m not giving his number unless you tell me you’re interested in him,”

“Hyuck–”

[laurens-lil-fics]

Picture Perfect (Matt Murdock x Reader) Pt. 5

Summary: a local photographer finds herself in a spot of trouble after taking a couple pictures in the wrong place at the wrong time. She seeks out Page, Nelson & Murdock for help, but it comes in a form she doesn’t anticipate.

Word Count: 1926

Warnings: Slow burn. Major fluff!

Author’s Note: Chapter 5, here we are! So unfortunately links on posts are deleting the posts from the search tag? It’s really weird, but if you want to look back at previous or future chapters, I’m tagging this “Picture Perfect” on my blog. So just search it in my blog and you’ll find all the chapters there. Than’s so much for reading and sorry for the inconvenience!

The next morning, Brett and (Y/n) arrived at Matt’s door carrying a couple suitcases and covered in coats and caps. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous of disguises, but they arrived unharmed so it must have been good enough.

Matt opened the door, looking almost as exhausted at (Y/n) felt. He let the two in once they explained the situation, the situation being that (Y/n)’s apartment was now an active crime scene and she would be needing a place to stay.

“Seeing as the two of you didn’t get attacked the last time she was here, maybe this is the safest place for her.” Brett reasoned, setting (Y/n)’s suitcases in the living room.

“She’s welcome to stay as long as she needs... But tomorrow is Monday, I’ll still have to go into the office.” Matt said, leaning against his couch.

“She’s on house arrest until we get evidence and a trial date. I suggest you find something that can keep you busy, Ms. (L/n).” 

(Y/n) set her duffel bag on the couch, plopping down beside it before giving Brett a small nod. 

Matt and (Y/n) exchanged goodbyes with Brett, growing quiet once he left the apartment.

“I’m sorry this is all so sudden, I told Brett I didn’t wanna trouble you...” she trailed off, shifting so she could look up at him. He only waved her off, assuring her it was no trouble at all.

(Y/n) couldn’t exactly tell what, but something about Matt was different from the last time she saw him. Maybe it was just how insanely tired he looked, or how insanely tired she felt. No matter, (Y/n) couldn’t shake the feeling.

“Well if you haven’t eaten yet I’d love to cook you some breakfast, just to say thank you.” She offered. Matt glanced back at the kitchen before smiling at her and moving to sit on the couch.

“Well I was going to have some gourmet toast and jelly, but I suppose I can let you fix something up.”

After spending some time acquainting herself with Matt’s kitchen, she served him some toast and scrambled eggs, eagerly sitting beside him and digging into her food.

“Your fridge is practically empty, how often do you eat out?”

“There’s a good Thai place near here that delivers, I usually get home late and call something in.” Matt shrugged, brushing some jam off the corner of his lips.

“Well, you should buy some groceries so I can keep cooking for you.”

Matt slowly smiled and swirled his orange juice in his glass, tilting his head at her. “Sounds like I struck gold, I have my own personal chef now.”

(Y/n) giggled and shook her head at him. “Well I’m going to have to keep busy aren’t I?”

As Matt tilted his head back to sip his juice, the collar of his shirt shifted just enough for (Y/n) to see a large bruise painted across his collar bone.

“What’s that?” (Y/n) asked, leaning over and carefully brushing her fingers over the bruise.

Matt cleared his throat, chuckled awkwardly as he adjusted his shirt. “That’s embarrassing, uhh, sometimes I go on walks when I need to think and I ran into a pole...”

(Y/n) bit her lip, looking him over before taking a sip of her orange juice. 

(Y/n) wasn’t lying when she said she’d take to cooking to pass the time. She had given Matt a list of groceries she wanted to try working with, then quickly realized her mistake and asked him to hand it off to Karen.

Matt came back to his apartment engulfed in a different, delicious aroma every night. Sometimes he’d come home to the smell of something burning, those nights he would offer to order a pizza or some Thai food.

Whether the meals were homemade or ordered in, Matt and (Y/n) enjoyed the evenings where they could just sit and be in each other’s company.

Before the two knew it, a month had passed them by.

It was a beautiful Thursday night when Brett finally called Matt and (Y/n). They had gotten their evidence just days ago, and everyone in those pictures and then some had been arrested that afternoon.

The two were in the middle of enjoying some of (Y/n)’s lasagna and a couple glasses of wine when they got the call. Once they hung up (Y/n) rested her head in her hands, the small sobs that racked her body were enough for Matt to know something was wrong.

Matt pulled his chair beside hers and wrapped his arm around her waist, brushing his hand through her hair. “It’s almost over, (Y/n)... we’re almost in the clear.”

(Y/n) slowly pulled back and wiped her eyes. “I’m happy, Matt. These are happy tears...” she smiled, leaning into his body and realizing against him. “Pointdexter’s still out there, but I know I’ll be okay. I’ve got someone looking out for me.”

Matt slowly smiled before parting from her and nudged her with his elbow. “You mean God? Or Daredevil?”

(Y/n) scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. “I mean, since you’re obviously jealous, I guess I’ll go with God.”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh before taking a sip of his wine. “Well I propose we celebrate.”

“With another bottle?” (Y/n) smiled, getting up and retreating to the kitchen.

“No, I mean actually celebrate. Tomorrow night... at your gallery opening.”

(Y/n) paused rooting through the cabinets for that wine to look at Matt, searching for any signs that he was joking. “Cmon, Matt. You know I don’t go to those things... Plus Pointdexter’s still out there, like I said.”

“You also said Daredevil is watching out for you. If that’s true then I’m sure we’ll both be safe enough to go out for one night.”

(Y/n) grew eerily quiet. She slowly went back to the table, setting the bottle on the table beside her plate.

“I want to see your work...” Matt paused, looking in her direction. “Obviously not see it see it, but you know what I mean... You said if it was described to me well enough I could imagine it. I can’t think of a better person to do that for me than you.”

She refilled their wine glasses, watching the anticipation practically eat Matt alive as he waited for her response. She gave a resigned sigh before flopping into her seat and chugging her wine. “How could I resist my biggest fan...?”

Matt could never tell her that he was Daredevil. At least not for now. He could never tell her the reason he took so long to respond during their conversations was because he was constantly listening for Pointdexter’s breathing. All he could do was play it cool and act like he was just an overly optimistic blind man. That wasn’t too hard.

Matt perked up at the sound of (Y/n)’s heels clicking into the living room. He had to act like he had no idea how stunning she looked, but the echo of her shoes in the room provided just enough sound for him to catch a glimpse of her.

For some reason she was nervous. Maybe it was the semi-formal setting, or the fact she’d be out for the first time in a month. Matt didn’t want to read too far into things and say she was nervous to be out with him.

He felt her heartbeat shift the moment they entered the gallery. She led him to a corner of the room, away from the crowd and right for the alcohol.

“You know you don’t have to let them know you’re the artist. Just take me on a tour of your work.” Matt said, giving her arm a slight squeeze. 

(Y/n) soon led him to her photos. He felt her hold on him tighten as she began overhearing the comments on her work. From what Matt could hear, it was all positive. People talked about the essence of New York, the grittiness meshed with beauty, a natural beauty, all shown in her photographs.

Matt could hear her sniffle as she carefully dabbed at her eyes. “I think they just might like it, Ms. (L/n).” 

Once (Y/n) composed herself, she leaned in close, whispering every detail she could about the first photo in her collection. Her hold on him had soften, and the way she absentmindedly traced patterns on his arm made his breath hitch.

But soon, the area became too crowded, and (Y/n)’s descriptions were being drowned out. Matt leaned closer, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear. “Maybe we should get out of here.”

“Go home?” (Y/n) asked, the way her voice wavered brought a smile to his face.

“I didn’t say that...”

(Y/n) had never been to this side of town, but the new experience was a welcomed one. Especially when she had Matt at her side.

The lounge Matt brought her too was dimly lit, white christmas lights hung from the ceiling, providing a romantic glow. (Y/n) was grateful that Matt couldn’t see how she was staring at him once they found a lone table in the corner of the lounge.

She slipped up once Matt turned to her and his lips brushed over her forehead, she had been sitting a little too close to play it off as an accident.

“Something on your mind, (Y/n)?” he asked, unable to hide his sly smile.

(Y/n) slowly smiled and bit her lip, inching away and looking down at her hands in her lap. “Just thinking about how I feel like I’m 16 again...”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

(Y/n) giggled and shook her head, “Like that! I never giggle, I hate giggling. I never show anyone my photos and I just did. I feel like I’m young without a care in the world again and I don’t know why.”

Matt tapped his fingers on the table, tilting his head at her. “You don't...?”

Before (Y/n) could answer, the lounge band changed their tune, and the lounge singer began the next song.

It took Matt a second to gather the nerve, but he stood up and held out his hand for (Y/n), breathing an inaudible sigh of relief once he felt her take it. He led her to the center of the dance floor, amazingly avoiding bumping into the other dancers on the floor.

(Y/n) leaned into his embrace, winding her arms around his neck as he held her waist. It felt almost silly how much distance Matt had put between the two, (Y/n) couldn’t help but lean in close and whisper in his ear. “You don’t have to leave room for Jesus right now, Matt...”

He chuckled and pulled her closer, until they were chest to chest. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“I think it’s because of you...” (Y/n) said, half hoping Matt would hear her and half hoping he wouldn’t.

Matt hummed quietly, prompting her to continue.

“You have faith in me... From day one you’ve had faith in me. I think my whole life, people have only seen failure in me. My own parents... there’s a reason why I don’t go home...” She confessed, feeling his hold on her tighten ever so slightly.

“I’ve never seen failure in you, (Y/n)...” Matt said, feeling her shift in his arms to look at him.

“And what does a blind man see when he looks at me?”

Matt stared down at her, struggling to find his thoughts as (Y/n) absentmindedly played with the collar of his shirt.

“I see fire in you, (Y/n)...”

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[dirtyblupjeans]

Kinktober Day 19. Public | Formal Wear 

“You look good, Bluejeans,” Lup said, her eyes taking in the tuxedo he was wearing with a slow pass down him.

“Thanks.” He tugged at the tie as he swallowed nervously. “You look… Well, you know you look amazing.”

Lup grinned and looked down. “I do, don’t I?” Her black halter top dress was skin tight on top and then flared out dramatically from the waist. The front of the skirt ended above her knees and the back of the skirt trailed down to skim the floor. The skirt was lined in bright crimson that showed off her tawny skin and the black heels with straps winding up to her calves. A gold spiral wrapped around her arm from elbow almost to her shoulder with an unusual stone sitting at the top.

“I’m not sure I’m needed,” he said, half to himself. “You’re plenty of distraction on your own in that dress.”

“I’m sure you’ll be useful,” she said, glancing over his shoulder. “There’s my target now.” She wound her way through the crowd to the handsome young lord who’d just entered the room, then passed by him as if she didn’t even notice him. His head, like so many others in the room, swiveled to watch her. And then he followed her.

A blade of misery sliced through Barry. Loving her from afar was hard enough. Loving her from afar and watching this would be torture.

The young lord approached her, touched her bare shoulder. Barry’s fingers burned at the sight. He needed to keep an eye on her, on anyone else who might be watching her while she worked her (not literal) magic. But this was quite possibly the worst mission he’d ever had. He’d gladly go back two decades to the mushroom kingdom and spend another year wandering among the fungus, never taking off his respirator, in exchange for not having to witness the rest of this evening.

But he’d do his job. He was better at this than any of the other roles he could have taken tonight. Magnus’s brawn would help him pass as security. Merle’s affinity for plants would be useful as he circled the garden for party stragglers who might have information about the light. Davenport, Taako, and Lucretia were all in the games portion of the party, working on gambling their way into the information they were after.

But this young lord was their best bet.

_____

She’d been talking to him most of the night now. They’d danced. Each of them were flirting and smiling so much the whole room seemed to have half their attention pinned on the couple.

Barry meanwhile had dumped about four cups of the incredibly strong punch they were serving into the nearby planter. He’d been getting steadily more “drunk” as the evening wore on, just in case anyone was paying him any attention.

And then, finally, unfortunately, Lup was making her move. She put her arm around her new friend and they headed for a back doorway.

Barry made his way across the crowded ballroom as quickly as he could while maintaining his supposed drunken persona.

As soon as he was through the door he saw the problem with this plan. Instead of the darkened hallway he’d expected this was a large room where couples were… coupled. The spaces each couple - or group - occupied were semi-private at best. Lup tossed him a quick look over her date’s shoulder. This wasn’t what she’d expected either, clearly.

With no other option, Barry stumbled and wove his way across the room towards them. Just as he got close he felt a shimmer of familiar magic dance over his skin. When he looked down at himself he appeared to be the young lord she’d been flirting with all night. Understanding flared in him and he crashed into the man who now looked like him just as the new faux Barry mumbled, “What the fuck?”

Lup pressed the gem in the top of her arm cuff and it came loose in her hands. Quickly she shoved it into faux Barry’s mouth and pressed her hand over his nose and mouth until he swallowed. The effect was almost instant. He stumbled and slid to the floor.

“Help me,” she hiss whispered.

They pulled the man up between them just as someone came over.

“Is he okay?” a tall woman with a mass of ebony curls that reached her waist asked. She turned the question to Barry and leaned against him, smiling.

“Fine,” Barry answered quickly.

“My friend had too much to drink,” Lup explained, elbowing the woman off of Barry. “We’ll just get him outside for some air. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

The woman’s eyes never left Barry. “Well, I’ll be here if you need me,” she offered, licking her lips. Her hand trailed down Barry’s arm.

Barry didn’t risk speaking again, just smiled and nodded as he and Lup half drug the unconscious man wearing his face towards the veranda.

As soon as they were alone on the terrace, Lup was rifling his pockets. “I’ve been trying to lift this thing all night but this is better. We can get it back on him before he wakes up.”

At last she found the keyring she wanted and they dropped the man to a sitting position leaning against the wall of the mansion. Lup ran to the parapet and leaned over, whistling. Merle whistled up from below. She dropped the keys and called out, “Get it back to me in thirty minutes, old man!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep your corset on!” he called back as he disappeared into the shadows.

“Like there’s room in this dress for a corset,” she mumbled, turning back.

“So, I guess we just wait here now?” Barry asked.

Someone opened the door behind them and Lup threw her arms around him.

“Sorry!” the person called and closed the door again.

“Shit, that was close,” Lup said, not moving. “Yeah, guess we stay here and look occupied.”

“Um, okay.”

Lup dropped her arms from around his neck and grabbed his hand. She pulled him to the edge of the terrace and hopped up on the stone parapet. She pulled him close to her and wrapped her legs around him. “That’s better,” she said, winding her arms around his neck again. “The stones are murder in these heels.”

Barry glanced down to see the tiny cobblestones that paved the terrace… and Lup’s thigh on his hip.

“So, uh, thirty minutes,” he said.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

Behind them the door opened again and closed with another, “Sorry!”

“Bluejeans? How into this part do you think you can get?”

He looked at her eyes, shining at him in the moonlight. “Lup… I…” His hands on her waist clutched at her involuntarily.

“It’s still your actual body,” she told him. Her legs pulled him closer.

“That’s, uh, that’s only one concern,” he stammered.

“I like you,” she whispered. “This might not have been my first choice for this,” she paused and placed a single delicate kiss at the side of his mouth. “But, it’s kind of working.”

She liked him? Heat flared through his system at the thought. But this situation - him wearing a different face? Ice water seemed to drown the heat instantly. It might be his body but that wasn’t what she saw. He didn’t want to be the proxy for something else.

“I don’t…”

“Barry?” she whispered. “I used True Seeing on myself.”

His mouth shut on his words.

“I’ve thought about this for a while but… now? Standing here like this? I don’t want to pretend this isn’t something I want.”

He closed his eyes. The words came out as little more than a breath. “I want it too.”

Her mouth met his and this was not a delicate kiss at the corner of his mouth. This was a kiss with intentions. Her hand slid down between them to rub against him. Barry groaned into her mouth.

“Oh, sorry!” someone called behind them then a moment later, “Hey, is your friend okay?”

Lup grinned over his shoulder at the intruder. “He’s fine! Bit too much to drink.” She winked conspiratorially as she added, “He’s my chaperone.”

The voice behind him laughed, “Oh, nice work!” and the door shut.

“This isn’t exactly…” he started but her mouth was on his before he could finish. She parted his lips with her own and their tongues met. He forgot their surroundings for a long moment, lost in the sensation.

“I know,” she said when she pulled away and took a breath. “But you were over there watching the whole night and I…” She kissed him again, hard and quick, “I wanted it to be you I was with.”

He nodded and dove his mouth against hers again. One hand slid down from her waist to her hip then to the bare skin on her thigh. He tore his mouth free of her lips and then bent to her neck above the high band of her dress and then down to the bare expanse of her shoulder. “I did too,” he whispered against her skin.

Her hand found his on her thigh and brought it up, pushing his fingers under her skirt. When his fingers found the scrap of silk covering her he could feel the wet heat coming from her. With his knuckles he rubbed over the material. Lup clutched tightly to him and made a noise against his jaw. He pushed his knuckles over her again, pressing firmly, and was rewarded with a louder sound.

“That’s…” her breath hitched as his fingers found the edge of the material and pushed it aside. “Oh, fuck, that’s…” He turned his hand and slide a finger over her, tracing over her skin before pushing gently into her.

His other hand went to the small of her back, holding her steady as he began to work his finger in her, rocking slowly.

“Oh, hey, occupied, I see!” a laughing voice behind him called. The door banged shut again.

Lup just pressed her mouth to his, mumbling, “More,” before opening her mouth to his, kissing him with a wildness that made him feel just as unhindered. He pressed a second finger in and curled them, rocking them in and out, and each press forward angling against the soft spot inside her that made her legs clench around him when he hit it.

She was rocking her hips with him. He pulled his mouth away for a moment to catch his breath then went right back to kissing her. Capturing her bottom lip, he sucked against it just as his thumb swiped up over her clit. She seemed to both tense and melt against him at the same time, curling to him at the same time she was clinching tighter around his fingers.

Her hands were holding fast to his shoulders, gripping him as if she were going to fall. Suddenly he remembered she was literally sitting two stories up with only his hand to hold her. The thought made him pull her tighter to him. His fingers beckoned inside her and he rolled his thumb over her slick clit, pressing down with every swipe.

She tensed around him. Her head tilted back, hair swinging behind her. He pushed his fingers in then slid out again twice more before pushing down hard on her clit while angling his fingers up until she shuddered against him. His name came out of her mouth in a soft cry as she came. Her head angled forward again and her forehead rested against his chin as she caught her breath.

He pressed a kiss into her hair.

A whistle came up from the ground below.

Lup sat up reluctantly and turned. “Uh, go… go ahead,” she called.

“You okay?” Merle asked.

“Yeah, all, uh, all good,” she managed.

The keys flew up, glinting in the moonlight and she caught them with Mage Hand. She passed them to Barry. “Tuck these in his inside pocket and I’ll drop the illusions,” she told him.

He started to step away but she grabbed his jacket and pulled him back for another kiss. When they parted she ran one hand over his cheek. “And be quick, babe. We’ve got unfinished business to attend to as soon as we get back to the ship.”

~Dirty Blupjeans Kinktober 2018 Masterpost~

[bxcketbarnes]

Memories

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 4880

Author’s Note: So, I had wrote this for Steff’s competition and wanted to post it, because I absolutely loved this fic so fucking much and I hope you do too. :)

Stiles Stilinski.

 The boy who stole my heart.

I walked into the kitchen, finding Stiles looking out the sliding door in a pair of his boxers, sipping his coffee. I played with the ends of his flannel, stalking towards him, feeling the cold tile under my feet as I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his shoulder blade.

 “Morning, baby,” Stiles’ husky voice rang out, internally groaning. God, his voice is sexy as fuck. His hand landed on mine, rubbing the back of it with his thumb, turning around, greeting me with a chaste kiss to my lips. His eyes glanced down to what I was wearing, a groan erupting from the back of his throat.

 “I take it you like what you see?” I smirked, pressing a kiss to his chest before looking up at him. He licks his lips, taking my left hand into his, his thumb moving the engagement ring that’s on my finger. My smirk turns into a grin, remembering the night Stiles asked me to marry him, getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

 “I always loved you in my clothes,” He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. He placed the coffee mug on the table, wrapping his arms around my lower back as we stand in each other’s arms for what seems like forever. “As much as I’d love to stay in your arms today, we have an engagement party to throw and someone needs to cook,” He mentioned and my eyes widened.

 “W-Why can’t we just order out or something?” I questioned, leaning my head against his chest, hearing his chuckle vibrating through his chest. “I guess I can get my mom’s cookbook out and whip something up,” I muttered, walking over to the cupboard, reaching for the book on the top shelf, just a hair out of reach. “Baby?” I asked, turning around, seeing Stiles’ eyes glued to my ass. I snapped my fingers in his face, snapping him out of his daze as his cheeks turn pink.

 “W-What?” He stuttered and I shook my head, taking my lip between my teeth. I pointed towards the cookbook and he nods his head, understanding that I couldn’t reach it and he walked over, easily grabbing it, placing it on the countertop. “Here you go, baby,” He kissed my head, walking towards the bedroom, letting me know that he was going to take a shower. I decided that I should probably put some pants on and I walked into our room, seeing Stiles’ naked ass waltzing into the bathroom. Damn. I pulled on a pair of leggings, heading back into the kitchen as I turned on some music, glancing through the cookbook, trying to find something everyone would like.

 “Chicken parmesan? Yummy,” I muttered, gathering the ingredients together, glancing down at the ring once more. Stiles is the greatest guy. I put the chicken breast in the pan, covering it with the cover so it’ll cook all the way through when I found a picture of Stiles and I from high school. Memories of the past played in my head like a slide show.

 I had moved to Beacon Hills my sophomore year, fearing that I would be the only girl that was new, but I wasn’t. There was another girl who had started her first day in a new town, her name was Allison and she was absolutely gorgeous. I felt a little intimidated by her beauty since I always thought that I was just an average girl. The principle had introduced us to our first class and I saw everyone’s eyes on her, no surprise there. I looked to the ground, holding my books to my chest as I felt a gaze on me, picking my head up, I look around trying to find the person who was looking at me. My breath hitched as I saw a boy my age, who has a buzzcut, honey brown eyes, pink lips, and adorable moles that plattered across his left cheek. He’s so cute. I gave him a small smile and his eyes widened, looking surprised that I smiled at him and he returned it.

 The first time I talked to him was a couple days after meeting him, after I worked up the courage to approach him. I saw him at his locker by himself, the perfect time to say something so I don’t embarrass myself, and I walked up to him, tapping his shoulder. He jumped, turning quickly, facing me, his cheeks darken a bit. He looked around, seeing no one else around us as he faced me once more.

 “H-Hi. Did you need something? Notes? Ca-Cause I can give them to you.” He stuttered, rummaging through his locker, trying to find his english notes and I chuckled, taking his arm in my hand. He froze, glancing down at my hand on his arm.

 “Stiles, I don’t need any notes. I-I wanted to talk to you, maybe even be friends?” I questioned and he nodded his head repeatedly. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug.

 That year I had learned about the impossible, the supernatural. Stiles’ best friend, Scott, had been bitten by a werewolf the night before school started. The entire school year we had been running from an Alpha werewolf. I was hanging out with Stiles one night, weeks away from the winter formal, which I still didn’t have a date to, but he promised me that he would do anything in his power to protect me, from anything.

 Stiles had ran towards me one morning as I put in the combination to my locker, glancing over at him as I see him panting, like he ran a mile. I raised my eyebrow at him as he held up a finger, taking a minute to catch his breath. I handed him a water that was in my locker, smiling at the spastic boy as he chugged it. “Y-Y/N, I wanted to ask you something.” He panted, standing up straight as he let out a loud groan, making me chuckle. I took my bottom lip between my teeth, giving him my undivided attention as he let out a breath, mentally preparing himself. “W-Would you, maybe, want to go to the formal… with me?” He nervously asked, rubbing the back of his neck as my eyes widened, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

 “Really?” I questioned, butterflies filling my stomach as he nodded his head, giving me a grin. “Oh my god, I’d love to!” I squealed, bringing him into a hug, inhaling his scent. Vanilla. He huffed out a breath, his arm wrapping around my lower back.

 “Oh thank god. I was nervous you were going to say no,” He chuckled, his hand rubbing my back gently and I pulled away from him, looking up at him, making a bold move by pressing my lips to his cheek.

 “I’ll see you later Stiles,” I smiled, walking down the hallway, looking back, Stiles’ hand pressed against the cheek I had kissed, a goofy grin on his lips.

 I nervously ran around the house, trying to find the hair curler, but not having any luck. I groaned, glancing at the pinkish dress laid out on my bed. Tonight’s the winter formal and my nerves have flown through the roof, especially since I’m going with Stiles and I just want to impress him. I straightened my hair instead, putting on some light makeup before putting on the semi-short dress. Once I put my shoes on, there was a honk outside, signaling that Stiles has arrived. I ran down the staircase yelling to my parents that I’m leaving as I head out the door, stopping in my tracks as I noticed Stiles standing at the end of the walkway. Holy fuck. My hands became sweaty as I walked over to him, giving him a shy smile as his eyes looked me over.

 “W-Wow, Y/N. You look absolutely gorgeous,” He muttered, a blush on his cheeks and I smiled at him, biting my lip.

 “T-Thanks, Stiles,” I whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “You look absolutely handsome.” I smiled and he smirked, smoothing out his jacket and I let out a giggle. I placed a soft kiss to his cheek before he leads me to the jeep, opening the door for me. I muttered a thank you, hopping in and he slams the door shut, making me jump a bit.

 Once we arrived at the school, we met up with Allison, Jackson, and Lydia. Stiles told me Scott was sneaking in so he’ll meet us inside. Stiles and I sat at the table a lot, stealing little glances as our friends we’re dancing with their dates. A few slow songs had come on, wishing Stiles would’ve asked me to dance, but he didn’t. The last slow song of the night began playing and I glanced over at him, his eyes already on me as he stood up, standing in front of me with his hand out towards me.

 “Would… would you like to dance?” He asked nervously and I nodded my head, taking his hand in mine as he led me onto the dance floor. His arms laid against my hips as I wrapped mine around his neck, resting my head against his shoulder, swaying slowly to the beat. I smiled into his shoulder, heat radiating off his body as I felt safe in his arms. When the song had ended, we pulled away a little, staring into each other’s eyes as his face leans closer to mine. My heart pounds against my chest, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed mine, a breath hitching in my throat.

 “S-Stiles…” I whispered against his lips, glancing up at him. One of his hands moved to my face, rubbing my cheekbone with his thumb. “P-Please, kiss me,” His eyes widened, taking my cheeks in both his hands, pressing his lips to mine softly. I moved my lips against his, tilting my head to the side as some people had cheered for Stiles. I smiled into the kiss, pulling away from him as he had a lazy grin on his lips, his eyes on me.

 That night, was the night that he had taken my first kiss, which he didn’t know. That kiss had sparked a fire in both of us. You’d be surprised at how many supernatural creatures we’d encounter in the past six years. I remember after the winter formal kiss, it took Stiles almost a year and a half to actually ask me out.

 Ever since Scott, Stiles, and Allison had been surrogate sacrifices for their parents, I’d stay as close to Stiles as I possibly can. Sometimes his dad would call me in the middle of the night, asking me to come over to help calm Stiles down. Whenever I had stayed over at his house, he would sleep perfectly. Then he started sleep walking, to the point where he called Scott, telling him he was in a basement of some kind when in reality, he was in the den that Malia stayed in when she was in coyote form.

 Sheriff had called me one night, telling me to meet him and Stiles at Eichen and I rushed over immediately. I quickly got out of the car, seeing Stiles and his dad at the gate, Stiles’ arms laid against his dad’s arms.

 “Stiles!” I yelled out and he turned around before glaring at his dad.

 “You called her? I don’t want anyone near me!” He yelled and I attacked him in a hug, tears sliding down my face. Stiles wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him tightly. “Y/N, you shouldn’t be here.” He whispered into my ear, pressing a kiss to my head.

 “I don’t care, Stiles. Y-You can’t just admit yourself into this madhouse and not tell your girlfriend about it. I-I know that you want to protect everyone and I’m all for it, but please. Talk to me next time.” I grabbed his face, pressing our lips together in a quick kiss.

 “I-I love you.” He whispered and I looked up at him, my lips parted. That’s the first time he’s said the ‘L’ word. Stiles wiped the tears that had started sliding down my face. “I love you so much.”

 “I love you too, Stiles. Always have, always will. We’re going to get through this.” I quietly told him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

 The nogitsune had taken over his body while he was in Eichen and declared to cause chaos on Beacon Hills. Void ended up kidnapping me when Stiles had been duplicated and the real Stiles went absolutely crazy, trying everything in his might to find me. Once they tracked Void and I down at an old concentration camp, the pack had ended up fighting the Oni, which were no longer in Kira’s mom’s possession. Allison ended up dying that night and it devastated everyone. Especially Scott. Turns out that Stiles was dying as well and I didn’t take that lightly. I couldn’t sleep a wink during the next few days. The pack managed to beat the nogitsune and Stiles had turned back to normal, slightly. He still gets nightmares every once and awhile.

 I frowned, remembering the time that we had actually broken up, thinking we’d never get back together. It was the hardest six months of my life. I’m really surprised that we had actually gotten back together.

 Stiles had become obsessed with figuring out what Theo was up to and why he seemed different than he was in fourth grade. At first I was fine with it because he’d ask me to help him and I’d totally be down, cause I’d be with him. But, when he stopped asking for my help and became a little distant, I began to worry. He got so obsessed that he didn’t have time for me anymore and one night, when I decided to confront him about it, he just brushed me off, saying he was tired. The last straw was when Theo himself, came up to me and told me that Stiles wasn’t the guy I had known, that he had a dark secret. Theo told me that Stiles had killed Donovan and I was livid. I stormed to Stiles’ house, barging into the house without knocking as I angrily stomped towards his room. I opened the door, seeing him on his bed and I snapped.

 “Stiles fucking Stilinski. How dare you,” I yelled, pacing around his room as he looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “H-How can you live with yourself, keeping secrets from your best friend and girlfriend, especially when I tell you everything,” I cried, tears rapidly sliding down my flushed cheeks. He stood up, standing in front of me as he reached for my hand and I pulled it away, backing away from him. “You killed Donovan and you didn’t even tell me about it. I-I don’t even care that you killed him because I’m sure there was a reason behind it. I’m mad that you didn’t tell me. What happened to our trust? What happened to us, Stiles?” I asked quietly, staring at him as his eyes pooled with tears.

 “I-I didn’t want you to get hurt. I wanted to keep you safe,” Stiles muttered and I glared at him.

 “Well, Stiles. I am hurt. My heart has been breaking for weeks. I-I don’t think I can do this anymore,” I swallowed and his face paled, the look of heartbreak in his eyes and I look away. “I’m sorry, Stiles,” I sobbed, running out of his house, hearing him begging for me to come back.

 If I wasn’t sleeping before, I was sleeping a whole lot now. I’d cry myself to sleep every night, staring at pictures of Stiles and I. Crying has always made me tired, so every time I’d cry, I’d end up falling asleep. My phone would be going off the hook with text messages and calls from Stiles and our friends. I haven’t left my room in weeks, until one night. Scott had begged me to help them rescue Lydia from Valek and I agreed, since she was one of my best friends.

 We had fought our way into Eichen, Theo and his pack also trying to get Lydia. Stiles rushed past me, running into the room as his hands rested on both sides of her face. I witnessed the gesture from outside the doorway, my heart breaking as he stared at her longingly. One of the creatures from Theo’s pack had knocked me on the ground, attempting to attack me as I try to push them off me, screaming at the top of my lungs for anyone to help me.

 As I looked towards the pack, I noticed Stiles leading Lydia out of the ward, tears slipping from my eyes as it seemed I had been replaced. Should I just end the pain now? My eyes closed as I stopped fighting, waiting for the blow of impact and I opened my eyes when it didn’t deliver. Scott helped me up, pulling me into a hug as I let out a sob, gripping his shirt in my hands.

 “C’mon, Y/N. We gotta go,” He ushered and I shook my head.

 “Just leave me to die. I lost the one thing that was good in my life,” I muttered, sliding down the wall, sobbing uncontrollably. Stiles noticed that all but two of his friends had come out of the building. His arms were still wrapped around Lydia as he watched the building, waiting for the love of his life to come out of it. Scott wrapped his arms around me, carrying me bridal style out of the building.

 “It’s going to be okay, alright?” He cooed, running out of the building. I saw Stiles, who was still wrapped around Lydia, his face washed in relief when he saw Scott and I come out safely. Stiles handed Lydia to Malia, rushing over to me once Scott had put me down, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. I let out a sob, wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck.

 “Oh my god. I’m so glad you’re okay,” He muttered, petting the back of my head and I push him away, limping towards the entrance, feeling his eyes on my back. I stopped, turning around to face him.

 “If you would’ve fucking noticed that I was in trouble, I wouldn’t be in this condition. You were so fucking worried about Lydia,” I fumed, sniffling as I left, going back home, back to where I can feel safe. Stiles looked over to Scott and Scott gives him a small smile, patting him on the back.

 “What took you guys so long?” Stiles questioned and Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair.

 “She didn’t want to leave. She said ‘just leave me to die. I lost the one thing that was good in my life.’” Scott frowned and Stiles’ heart broke, looking back to where I was just standing. “You have to get her back, dude. She’s miserable. Hell, you’re miserable,” Scott mentioned before grabbing Lydia, bringing her to Deaton's.

 Another threat had came to town, known as the Ghost Riders, who erase people from existence. That night at Eichen, Stiles came over to my house so we could talk and decided to become friends for now. Senior year had started and Stiles and I walked into the school together, laughing about something that happened on our favorite show the night before. Scott smiled at us, happy that we’re finally somewhat together. There are times where I’ll look at him and want to just kiss him until we pass out from lack of oxygen. I was walking with Lydia as the police were investigating the school.

 “Lydia, have you seen Stiles?” I asked, looking around for the spastic boy, not having any luck finding him.

 “Who?” She asked, looking over at me with her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and I raised my eyebrow. She’s kidding right?

 “C’mon, Lydia,” I chuckled, “You know Stiles. My ex boyfriend who I’m madly in love with,” She stopped in her tracks, tilting her head at me and the smile on my face drops.

 “Sorry, I have no idea who you’re talking about,” She kept walking and I tensed up, figuring out who’s next; Stiles. I ran out the door, looking around the entire school, trying to find him and I fish my phone out of my pocket, dialing his number as I ran out another door, running into someone. I looked up, seeing Stiles standing in front of me and I wrap my arms around him. “S-Stiles…”

 “You remember me?” He asked and I nodded my head, taking his head in my hands, looking over his features. He looked behind me, seeing the horseman and he grabs my hand running. “We gotta go,” He rushed, leading me towards the jeep. “Can you see them?” He yelled and I looked around, finding nobody around as my eyes pool with tears.

 “N-No. Stiles, I-I…” I started but stopped as we got to the jeep, both of us jumping in as he shoved the key into the ignition. He paused, looking around the windshield before turning his attention on me.

 “Y/N,” He paused, taking his hands into mine and tears slide down my cheeks, shaking my head. “They’re going to take me. Y-You’re going to forget me,” He whispered.

 “N-No, I won’t. I can never forget you Stiles,” I sobbed and he wiped the tears off my cheeks, giving me a sad smile.

 “You were the best thing in my life. Y-You acknowledged me, became my best friend, you were my first kiss,” My eyes widened, I squeezed his hands, one of them going up to his hair, running my fingers through it.

 “You were mine, too. P-Please don’t go. I-I need you, Stiles,” I cried and he pressed his lips to mine, dying to feel my lips against his. I pulled him closer to me, lightning cracking in the background. He pulled away, our lips brushing together and he looked into my eyes.

 “Remember, I love you. I love you so much,” He gave me a tight lipped smile and as I was about to say it back, he was pulled out of the driver’s seat. I stared at the spot, whispering ‘remember’ to myself.

 For months, I desperately tried to find clues that could lead to Stiles and nothing. I was beginning to lose hope until I went back to the Stilinski’s, something was drawing me there after I found a loose wallpaper a few weeks ago. I walked into the house, seeing a giant hole in the wall and I walk in, seeing Sheriff standing in the middle of the room, looking around. I let out sob, gaining his attention as I noticed the chair I would always sit in, a lacrosse jersey draped over it as I walk over to it, picking it up in my hands, inhaling his vanilla scent. I cover my mouth with my hand, a few sobs escaping my lips as his dad walked over to me, rubbing my back.

 “You can’t see it, can you,” I whispered, looking up at him and he shook his head. I toss him the jersey and he actually catches it, the fabric appearing in his hands. His lips parted, analyzing the shirt. “You need to remember…”

 Scott and I had found his jeep in the school parking lot, flashes of memory of that night running through my mind as we paid the man to not tow it. We both got into it, smiling a bit, running my hands against his dashboard. The police scanner makes a noise, both of us jumping and we look at each other before I take the radio into my hand.

 “H-Hello?” I talked into it, hearing his voice coming out the other end.

 “Y/N?!” Stiles asked and my heart skipped a beat, looking to Scott and I push down the button before speaking.

 “Stiles? Is that really you?” Tears pooling in my eyes, sniffling slightly.

 “It’s me. Do you remember the last thing I said to you?” I laughed, nodding my head, biting my lip.

 “Y-Yeah. You said ‘remember I love you. I love you so much,” I cried and he smiled, sitting at the table the radio was on.

 Ever since the night at the jeep, Scott, Malia, Lydia, and I have done everything in our power to figure out how to bring Stiles back, and we finally found something, a clue. According to Lydia, the power to bringing Stiles back was me, since I’m the person who has the strongest connection to him. She had hypnotized me and I remember a lot of memories of the two of us. The one that had changed it all was after we broke up, the night he was taken. I never said it back. The rift had opened and we waited for someone to walk out, but no one did.

 “W-What… why didn’t it work,” I cried, looking back at my friends, frowns on all their faces.

 Stiles let out a gasp, gripping the steering wheel as he looked around. He laughed, patting the steering wheel before driving off, heading towards my house. He jumped out of his jeep, running into my house. “Y/N!? Baby?” He ran upstairs, not finding anyone so he left, heading towards Scott’s to do the same before heading to the school.

 We arrived at the school, seeing the train tracks and we all looked to each other, splitting up. Malia went with Lydia and I went with Scott. I followed him down the hallway, slowing down my run, until I stop in my tracks. I look down the hall towards the locker room, feeling drawn to it and I look towards where Scott was, finding the space empty. I run towards the locker room bursting through the doors, seeing a Ghost Rider and I elbow the glass of the fire extinguisher, grabbing it before hitting the rider on his head, knocking him out. I throw the extinguisher onto the floor, letting out a breath as I look in the direction he was pointing the gun in and my heart jumped. Stiles.

 “I-I never said it back,” I mentioned, staring at him as he shook his head.

 “You didn’t have to,” He muttered, walking over to me, pulling me into a kiss. I ran my hands through his hair, moving my lips against his, putting all the passion I’ve had for him into it, pulling on his flannel, getting him closer to me. He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine, pressing small kisses on my face.

 “P-Please… Never, ever leave me again,” I sobbed for what seemed like the hundredth time in a few months and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head against his chest.

 “I’m not going anywhere baby. I’m so sorry about before and I need you in my life,” He muttered against my skin.

 Stiles hadn’t heard any singing or voices in the kitchen and the music had stopped about ten minutes ago and he began to worry. He walked into the kitchen, seeing me resting my arms on the countertop, tears streaming down my face as the chicken and noodles were burnt, surprised the smoke detector hasn’t gone off yet. He turned off the burners, placing his hands on my shoulder, making me face him.

 “Baby? Hey, what’s wrong?” Stiles asked and I snapped out of my thoughts, looking around the kitchen as I burned the food. I looked at Stiles, placing my hands on his chest, leaning my head against it.

 “Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered, “J-Just thinking of old memories of when we were in high school,” I looked back up at him as he wiped the tears of my face. “I love you, Stiles. Never forget that.”

 He smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as he pecked my lips. “I love you from the bottom of my heart, baby, but I don’t trust your cooking anymore. Stay out of my kitchen,” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes, throwing all the burnt food away, looking towards the clock, seeing that the party was supposed to start in an hour. “Why don’t we just get pizza,” He smiled and I nodded my head, giggling.

 “God, yes. Pizza sounds amazing,” I run my hand through his hair, seeing my ring, smiling. “I can’t wait to get married to you. Maybe you can teach me how to cook and not get distracted.” Leaning on my tippy toes, I press my lips to his, hearing him chuckle, gripping my hips.

 “Yeah, maybe. C’mon Mrs. Stilinski, let’s go pick up the pizza,” He smiled and I began walking towards the door, his hand coming down on my ass cheek, gasping. I looked back at him, seeing a smirk on his lips as I bit my lip, shaking my head.

[skies7536]

The Dance

Rex privately resented the need to go to the barber.  Not that the barber didn’t do a good job, it’s just a daily ritual Rex never had trouble with except for the past few months. If he took his time he could manage, but this was a special night, and he wanted to be at his best.  This is the formal evening dance of the Founders festival. As one of the founding elders they were obliged to go, he also knew Ahsoka looked forward to it every year. After working hard during his therapy sessions, his daughter, the doctor, assured him he could dance with his wife, at least for a few songs.

Rex stood in front of their dresser mirror trying for the third time to adjust his tie. “Aww, kri-.” Rex grumbles as he impatiently tugged at the tie with his slow fingers. He felt the slender hand of his cayre as she lightly ran them across his neck to his shoulder.

Rex turned to her as she nimbly finished the tie for him.  He looked down at her taking in her beauty reflecting on how fortunate he was.

“Force, your beautiful.” he said softly as he held her affectionately, they shared a loving kiss.

“We better get going.” Ahsoka patted his chest as she attempted to pull away, “They’re expecting us.”

Her husband playfully held her close.  “Let them wait, is that so bad?”

The couple held each other and began to kiss more passionately.

“They may send someone check on us.” Breathed Ahsoka as she tugged at his beard.

The couple stared longingly at each other and shared one last lingering kiss, “We better go.” They said in unison as they hastily straightened their clothes and left for the dance.

 The Captain and his bride walked arm-in-arm to the dance hall where they were greeted by friends and family. They then sat at a table where they had a semi-private dinner as they were occasionally interrupted by well meaning community members. Thankfully, the band began to play and Rex stood and guided his wife onto the dance floor.  He was feeling quite pleased with himself as he gracefully danced with her after so long.  

Rex smiled lovingly at his fetching wife as they danced, and she sighed contentedly as she rested her head on his shoulder. Ahsoka chuckled and directed Rex’s attention to the opposite side of the dance floor. They held each other even closer as they proudly watched their daughter and her husband dancing awkwardly with a large baby belly between them.

“She’s so big!” Ahsoka whispers happily as she leans into her husband’s movement.  “If I didn’t know better, she could have our grandchildren tonight.”

Rex smiled at his wife’s impatience, “A little longer, cayre.  She’s carrying twins after all.”

A pang of regret tugged at Rex’s heart as he tilts his head pressing his cheek against hers.

Ahsoka sensed his reaction, “Cayre, what’s wrong?” she asked as she caressed his neck.

“Hmm?”

“Cayre…”

Rex sighed reluctantly, “I’m just… sorry I couldn’t give you more children, cayre.” He murmured sadly, “I know -”

Ahsoka brushed her lips against his, “I Love you. We have a good life.  I wouldn’t want it any other way.” She said lovingly, “Besides,” She whispered with a sly look, “we have fun trying.”  Her husband smiled kissing her again as they continued to dance.

Finally the song he had requested began to play.  Ahsoka smiled as she recognized it to be their wedding song.  Rex lovingly held her hand close and supported her by the waste as he led her around the dance floor, they became lost on their own world. Nearing the end of the song, Rex stumbled slightly.  He hoped she did not notice.  Ahsoka quickly kissed his concerns away.  As the song ended Rex winked and motioned toward the door.  As another song began to play, the couple quietly left the dance to enjoy the rest of the evening alone.