#which i kind of wanted to throw away my first kiss anyway so it’s fine

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

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[chenlesfavorite]

You aren’t sure how you got dragged into playing truth or dare with these three but here you are! You are suspicious of how eager they seem to play truth or dare though... it’s a bit, weird but you decide to brush it off. Maybe they just really enjoy it.

"Alright, who wants to go first?" You ask, and for some reason, the three of them exchange glances with each other. You're not sure what they're planning, but it's making you curious.

“I think loverboy over here should go first... Renjun! I choose you!” Giselle mimics throwing a Pokeball and pointing at Renjun. “Truth or dare, loverboy?”

“I’m picking truth, your dares are just... on another level. Don’t wanna go through ‘em right now.” Renjun says, making his words clear as he leans into Ningning, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Hey! They’re not that bad, just creative! But fine,” She rolls her eyes, pretending to be offended. “Hmm... what’s the most embarrassing thing Ningning has ever caught you doing?” Giselle says, a playful-looking smirk on her face.

Renjun sighs, his face heating up as he remembers all the embarrassing moments Ningning caught him in. Ningning laughs while messing with Renjun's hair. "C'mon, which one do you think is the most embarrassing?" She asks, interested in the answer herself.

“Maybe when I was singing in my room, and I got into the song a bit too much I guess and I ended up serenading my pillow, pretending it was Ning. I was so into it that I didn’t even hear her knock on my door... so you can imagine how awkward it was when we just saw each other, staring at the other without saying a word.” Renjun replies, closing his eyes as he buries his face into the crook of Ningning’s neck, getting more embarrassed by the second.

“It was honestly kind of cute... and what makes it better is that he was singing a cheesy love song. Pretty sure it was I Love You 3000?” Ningning adds on, giggling.

“Ning... shush, don’t expose anything more.” Renjun raises his head, a pleading expression on his face as he looks at Ningning. “Fine, I won’t.” Ningning responds as she gives Renjun a little peck on the lips.

“If you two plan on kissing, erm, Renjun’s room is right there! Don’t do it in front of us.” Giselle says, attaching herself to your arm— cringed out by the two of them acting lovey-dovey. “Exactly what she said.” You reply.

“Giselle, truth or dare?” Ningning asks. “Oh— straight up asking me? Alright, Ning! Getting revenge for your boyfie, I see how it is. Anyway, obviously I’m picking dare, I’m not a wuss.” Giselle replies, flipping her hair dramatically. You back up a little as you don’t want her hair to hit your face.

“Okay, uhhh...” Ningning ponders for a few seconds before coming up with a dare. “Call Hendery and tell him that you’re into him, put it on speaker too.” Ningning says, staring at Giselle with a smile that looks devilish.

“H... Hendery out of all people?” Giselle straightens herself up, visibly surprised by the dare that Ningning gave her. “Do it, come on, I mean, you just said you weren’t a wuss, right?” Renjun says, teasing Giselle a bit.

“I’m doing it! I’m doing it!” Giselle takes her phone out of her pocket, scrolling through her contact list. She finds Hendery’s phone number and starts a call, waiting for him to pick up. It doesn’t take long for Hendery to pick up. She presses the speaker button.

“What’s with the sudden call, Gigi?” Hendery’s voice sounds from the speaker, distant keyboard noises in the background.

“I’m sooo... into you and want you so bad… Haha...” She lets out an awkward chuckle as she says that sentence out loud. “Anyway um— bye, Dery! Talk to you later!” Giselle spends no time waiting for his reply, she just immediately hangs up the call and throws her phone away, shoving her face into a pillow.

"Okay, pause on truth or dare, Giselle, what was that about? It was so awkward!” You ask, looking at a very distressed Giselle. “I’m sorry! It’s hard to say that to somebody like Hendery and like… act like you mean it!”

A few more rounds of truth or dare go by and Renjun decides to check his phone, realizing that Chenle would go out to check his motorcycle 5 minutes from now.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Renjun asks you as he puts away his phone, giving a signaling glance to Ningning and Giselle. You scratch the side of your neck, thinking of what option to choose. “I don’t wanna be boring so, I’ll pick dare. Hit me.” You respond, putting on a confident act.

"That’s my girl.” Giselle says, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Y/N, I dare you to try riding Chenle’s motorcycle. The keys to the motorcycle are under Chenle’s flowerpot in front of his apartment door.” And you feel your heart practically stop as you freeze up at his dare.

“You... you want me to do that?!” You exclaim, completely in disbelief of his dare. “Come on, do it Y/N! Besides, Chenle’s probably sleeping right now anyway, so he won’t hear his motorcycle getting taken away by you.” Giselle says, her voice practically booming in your ears.

You take a deep breath as you stand up, sliding your hands into your pockets. “Fine. I’ll do it.” These are the only words you say before you turn around and make your way to Renjun’s front door. “We’ll be watching, Y/N!” Ningning yells out as you exit Renjun’s apartment.

“I’m seriously going to murder all three of them.” You mutter to yourself as you make your way downstairs. The closer you get to Chenle’s apartment, the more nervous you feel... but then again, it is late after all so maybe he won’t be up...?

You reach his apartment and you stand in front of the door. Feeling a sharp pain in your heart. You feel your hand reaching out, forming into a fist, to knock on his door— but you quickly stop yourself. You don’t wish to disturb him nor do you want to see him right now, really. Not after him ignoring your existence.

You spot the flowerpot that Renjun was talking about. You crouch down and gently raise it and the key to the motorcycle is there. You pick it up and slide it into your pocket as you place the flowerpot carefully back down.

You get up and start going all the way down to the parking lot.

Once you’re at the parking lot, you look around, trying to spot Chenle’s motorcycle. You walk a bit further down the parking lot and that’s when you find his motorcycle. You inhale and exhale, placing your hand on your heart for a moment before you walk over to it.

You reach his motorcycle and you take out the key for it... but uh, you did not know where to place it. After all, you weren’t a biker nor did you have any knowledge on motorcycles. “How the hell am I gonna get this to work?” You rub the back of your head, pondering what to do.

You take out your phone and turn on the flashlight, sitting down on the seat of the bike. Using the light coming from the back of your phone to try and find where to place this key in so you can get the motorcycle to work. “Fuck you Renjun for giving me this stupid ass dare...” You mumble to yourself as you try shoving the key in all the holes that you can find.

“Y/N?” You hear a male voice.

You whip your head to where it’s coming from and there Chenle is, standing.

He’s wearing a black hoodie with writing on it, and the sleeves of the hoodie are rolled up, paired with a pair of black sweatpants— his hair flowing in the light breeze. Holy shit, he looked so handsome.

You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks and your heartbeat pounding harder, and harder with every second. “I...” Your words get stuck in your throat as the two of you create direct eye contact.

Chenle spends no time running towards you, embracing you in his arms. Tightly hugging you as if you were going to be taken away from him. You feel completely defeated by him as you accept his hug.

God, you missed him so fucking much. His embrace was so warm, so comforting and you feel so safe in it. “I missed you so bad, angel.”

“Lele... I missed you too.” You say as you look up at him, a weak smile on your lips. Seeing him again got you in an emotional mood, you feel tears start to cloud your vision, so you lower your head, looking down at the concrete floor.

Chenle crouches down, getting to eye contact level with you. He cups your cheek with his hand, wiping away the tears that have started to roll down your cheeks. “Don’t cry, angel. I can’t bear to see it.” He whispers. “It hurts me to see you like this.” Chenle’s voice breaking ever so slightly.

You slide off the motorcycle, standing up— leaving your phone and the keys to the motorcycle on the seat of it. Chenle gets up as well, keeping silent as he knows you have a lot to say to him right now and he is ready to hear all of it.

“Lele why... why did you ignore me and pretend like I didn’t exist? Why?” You ask as you sniffle, your chest heavy and your heart beating as if it’s gonna jump out any second. “Jisung completely fucked my brain up. Like really badly, I’ve wanted to kiss you so bad for so long but then Jisung said what he did and… I started to... distance myself away from you, in hopes that my feelings for you would die down.” Chenle says with full honesty.

“I couldn’t make myself talk to you again or even face you, ‘cause I just—” You shut Chenle up by pressing your lips onto his, his eyes widening as he didn’t expect that right now but he does not deny your kiss, he’s very accepting of it.

The kiss is short but also filled with so many unspoken feelings. You pull away first. “You’re so stupid, Lele. You really are.“

“You know, at the race, that’s when I realized my feelings for you but I didn't want to accept them fully, Lele. I... fuck,“ You look down at the concrete, taking a deep breath.

“The moment you started to ignore me, I felt terrible. I was just so down, all the time.” You say, your lips trembling as you let everything out. Everything that you’ve wanted to say to him this past week.

“Lele. I love you. You give me a feeling I can’t even put into words... and, I didn’t want to fall in love with you, not at all, but, you gave me the right attention, a comfort I never knew I needed until I truly experienced it. I fell for you before I even realized I did.”

All your emotions came pouring out, you couldn’t hold them back anymore nor did you want to. You wanted him to know all the feelings you feel for him, how much you want him and love him.

“Y/N, I feel the same way about you. Falling in love with you was a complete mistake, but fuck, I do not regret falling for you even one bit. You are my entire world, Y/N. I wish you could’ve seen all the stupid smiles I had on my face whenever we texted each other, those stupid conversations meant more to me than you think. You stole my heart completely, Y/N. And I’m sorry, for everything. I really am. It was so stupid of me to ignore you.”

Hearing his words makes the love you feel for him even stronger. “Just shut up and kiss the hell out of me, please Lele.” You say, without any hesitation and no stuttering. Chenle doesn’t even say anything, he pulls you in by your waist till there’s no space left between the two of you and presses his lips onto yours.

This kiss is the one that the two of you have desired the longest, one filled with no other emotions than just pure love that the two of you feel for one another. Chenle’s fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head more so he can deepen the kiss— it fogs your mind, with such an intoxicating and dizzy feeling.

A soft gasp escapes your lips, sending a shockwave through Chenle. You can feel his rapid heartbeat, mirroring your own. His lips move against yours with a passion that just took your breath away, a deep yearning that makes you drown in him.

When the two of you finally pull apart, your foreheads rest against each other, both of you breathless from the kiss, but you savor the taste of it. “Wanna head to mine?” Chenle asks as he starts tracing your jawline by leaving kisses on it. “Mh, would love to.” You reply, biting down on your bottom lip.

“No leaving in the morning this time though, angel.”

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“You guys think it’s a mission accomplished?” Ningning asks, looking at Renjun and then at Giselle who are just as stunned by the sight of you and Chenle kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

“More than a mission accomplished... I don’t think she’s returning to Renjun’s place tonight.”

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NIGHT RIDER : chapter 43 — mission accomplished

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[wonwoosstuff]

Mr Muscle | Seungcheol x fem.reader (smut 18+)

Synopsis: Seungcheol wants to flaunt his strength again but this time….. in bed.

Original ver of this drabble: https://www.tumblr.com/wonwoosstuff/737816735398428672/seungcheol-x-femreader-synopsis-your-boyfriend

A/N: Here’s the long awaited smut! I recommend you to read the link first since this is kind of an extension to the original.

Genre: smut 18+, mdni, mean dom scoups, protected sex (so so important!),manhandling, reader thirsting over her man, fingering, breast play, manhandling, reader is also a bit shy, oh and did I also mention manhandling?

This work is a piece of fiction! The characters are not related to any particular person in real life!

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"Deal. I'll save the strength for opening stubborn jars and protecting your heart.”

You giggled at his affectionate words.

Seungcheol checked you out slowly from head to toe and licked his lips right after.

“What’s with this reaction?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest. “Nothing, you’re just sexy as fuck.” He smirked at his answer.

“Woah Cheol, calm down.”

“Oh baby, how can I resist when you’re right in front of me looking so fine.” You blushed at his comment. Your boyfriend approached you and came dangerously close to your face just to seductively whisper these words into your ear:

“You know, I can show my strength in many different ways and sex is one of them.”

The direct eye contact and the sexual tension between you and Seungcheol made you really shy, so you quickly looked away while he took the chance to grab both of your wrists to lean your hands flat against his chest.

“Baby, listen to my heart pounding. It is just as excited as my friend down there.” He pointed at his dick which already was erected from the ongoing tension between the two of you.

You would be lying if you said that Seungcheol’s seduction hadn’t impacted your arousal in anyway.

In fact it affected you terribly.

Usually Cheol would lead the foreplay but this time you decided to kiss him first. Grabbing his jaw you connected his lips with yours gaining a shocked expression from your boyfriend. He automatically grabbed your waist turning the delicate kiss into a messy and greedy make out session.

Seungcheol kissing you always made you feel like heaven. His tongue was exploring your mouth resulting in you moaning into his mouth. After Seungcheol broke the kiss he grabbed your jaw harshly which made you tear up. However Cheol knew that you liked his rough attitude so he didn’t care about it at the moment.

“Already messed up, hm? Should I mess up that pussy of yours as well, slut?”

That was your last straw. Now you just had to beg him to fuck you.

“Mhm, Cheol- please.” You moaned while looking at him directly into his eyes. “What, baby?You need to speak in full sentences. I can’t understand you.” He exclaimed while undressing you. Now you were completely naked in front of Seungcheol.

“Fuck me until I can’t walk. Choke me, use me. Do everything to me until I can’t speak.” you responded almost whispering your words because you were kind of embarrassed.

The filthy words that just came out of your mouth made his dick twitch in his boxers. His reaction was super fast. Seungcheol picked you up in bridal style carrying you to your shared bedroom.

“I didn’t know you were such a dirty mouthed girl.” He said while throwing you on the king sized bed. You didn’t respond to his comment. Instead you approached your boyfriend on your fours tugging on his shirt.

“Cheolie, it’s your turn.” You cutely added while keeping the eye contact.

He raised one eyebrow— gosh how you hated that— putting a finger under your chin to raise it. “Okay princess. I will.”

Why did the smallest gestures make him look so attractive, you thought while he was undressing in front of you. You practically drooled over his buff build. It felt like you haven’t seen his naked body in years.

“Do you wanna take a picture, princess?” He smirked at you while walking to the night stand.

“No, I want you to fuck me right now.” You didn’t hesitate while saying that.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Seungcheol added while putting a condom over his so called “friend”.

Ah right— his friend was a bit bigger than average and that made you gulp. A nervous feeling appeared on your face. Seungcheol noticed your expression and reacted accordingly.

“Are we alright?” He chuckled. “Cheol—“ now you hesitated for a moment.

“Yea, darling?”

“Will it fit?” And that was a genuine question.

“I’ll make it fit, don’t worry about it. I’ll also take that as a compliment.” He stated, his voice in a more relaxed and husky tone.

You slowly leaned onto your back while Seungcheol hovered over you. Your cheeks were already flushed red by the atmosphere and your boyfriend’s sexiness.

And as if he couldn’t make it worse he attacked your nipple hungrily sucking it literally off. You were quick to grab onto his black hair, arching your body against his.

“Cheol, oh my god. You’re so good to me.” You moaned while receiving a slap on the other breast.

“Hm, am I?” He asked after letting go of your nipple leaving his saliva and a red mark on it.

“Then tell me, princess—” Gosh his eyes were so intimidating and sexy, you thought not noticing that his fingers had made their way to your arousal. “— how can I make you feel—“ one finger was in, making your body arch for Seungcheol just to reach your high deeper. “—even better than this?”

“Ugh, deeper Cheol!” You almost screamed for pleasure. “Huh? What?” I can’t hear you, baby.”

“Please me with your dick, right now!”

You exclaimed being almost out of breath.

Seungcheol grabbed you by your waist to get near to your body. He gave you a quick peck on your lips followed by him stroking his dick. Of course, there was no warning, so he entered you shamelessly rough. Now his strength was displayed in his thrusting skills. Your boyfriend groaned between the thrusts.

“Why are you still tight, princess? I thought you’d be wet enough already.” Seungcheol smirked while putting your legs on his shoulders to get more access to your g-spot. His arms were steadily put next to your head.

“Oh— Cheol— too hard!” You barely could speak because of the pleasure he was giving to you. You naturally grabbed his veiny underarms to support yourself.

Seungcheol had an unrealistic stamina which turned you on even more but made it hard to keep up with him.

“Oh yeah, that’s right princess, just like that.” He groaned with his already deep tone of voice.

“You like it when I show off my strength, don’t you?” His thrusts becoming more slow and romantic.

You honestly passed out since his pace kept increasing. So you dizzily responded while looking at him blushing: “I do, baby.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Your ‘fuck me more’ look. It makes me wanna ruin you even more but you’re already messed up.”

“But I d—“ all of the sudden his strong arms turned your body around. Now you were standing on all fours. Seungcheol made sure to keep your head in your pillow while your ass was up in the air.

“That’s how I like my girl more.” He said while slapping your ass cheek roughly. You twitched at his action wanting to rub the painful smack.

“Keep your hands to yourself or otherwise I’ll make you suffer, slut.”

“But Cheol” you couldn’t argue against your horny and stubborn man so you pouted into your pillow.

“No buts, stop arguing with me while I’m still being nice to you.” Your boyfriend definitely aimed for ruining you completely tonight and he wasn’t afraid to say it out loud.

Now his hands were exploring your upper body.

“Stop making me wait, honey. I want you.” You teased making his cock twitch for a second time.

“You keep on saying shameless stuff, you dirty girl.” He said while bringing your body up against his chest.

Oh how you loved this position. It was so intimate to both of you.

Seungcheol placed light kissed on your shoulders and nape making you not only arch your back against him but also lean your head back against his shoulder.

The princess treatment and dominance of your man was pure luxury and you couldn’t complain.

While his mouth was busy decorating your shoulder with red marks and love bites, his right hand found his way to your breast, massaging it gently. The left hand was torturing your swollen folds. Seungcheol showed no mercy and shoved two of his thick fingers into your pussy.

“Oh, you look like a goddess, hun.” He complimented you and honestly you could explode because of your boyfriend’s behavior.

“Right there, Cheol, deeper!” And quickly after that you reached your orgasm soaking your man’s fingers wet with your fluids. You weakly fell back into your pillow thinking that your pleasure time was over.

“Oh you taste lovely, princess.” Seungcheol licked his wet fingers entering you once again with his dick. This time a little bit gentler. You moaned at the thickness of his length.

“So you think we can just call it a day pleasuring you but not me? Where is the fun in that? Do you think that’s fair, baby?” You couldn’t answer your boyfriend since you were practically overwhelmed by his thickness.

His pace was increasing with every thrust making you drool into your pillow. Although you couldn’t see his face you could tell that he was enjoying himself. After the last rough thrust Seungcheol reached his orgasm as well and passed out onto the mattress next to you.

“Baby, you did great.” He proudly mumbled, too tired from using all of his energy for the sex. You hugged his waist sideways leaning your head on his chest.

“Let’s get us washed up.” He suggested.

“Mhm, five more minutes.” You lazily voiced while slowly closing your eye lids. Seungcheol pecked your eyelash responding with a chuckle:

“Cute.”

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This was my first ever written smut- help. Sorry for making you guys wait. Hope you enjoyed it!!hihi.

©️ wonwoosstuff do not copy or translate!

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor XII

chapter 12! read chapter 11 here

you were excited about what happened with connie but you also felt guilty about it. you knew jean was overprotective over you with any guy but because his best friend would be involved, you didn’t know how different this would be. you didn’t know how to feel about the situation.

but one thing you were sure about was your feelings for connie. he brought some kind of spice in your life and everything with him felt natural, especially when you started to just embrace him as a person overall. maybe you were falling in love but you’ve been there before and the possibility of going back kinda frightened you.

“whatcha smiling at?” sasha asked while being all up on your phone as you texted connie.

“her man.” tia commented, which prompted you to send a death stare her way.

“man? you ain’t tell us you had a man? who’s the man?” you rolled your eyes before putting your phone down.

“i don’t have a man, sasha.”

“yet.” tia coughed.

“i’ll never have a man. especially after what happened with…” you couldn’t even really say his name, not like it deserved to be said anyway.

“who?” sasha looked at tia because she knew she’d have the answer.

“her ex.” she mumbled and sasha quickly understood.

“but don’t be like that! you’ll have a man, especially one that’s gonna treat you…not like how the other one treated you.”

“his name is gonna start with a c and end with an e…he’s gonna be funny and fine…he’s gonna—“

“t.”

“that’s very specific.”

“girl, we talking about connie!” you immediately shushed tia in case jean was somewhere nearby.

“ohhh! aww~i knew he was talking to somebody new, i didn’t think it was you though. cute!”

“we’re not a thing.”

“they kissed. tongue and everything. sucking each other’s faces off—“

sasha gasped. “oh my god…yall fucked?”

“no. just a kiss, calm down.”

“you saying that like it’s a bad thing. his dick little or something?”

“no, i’d just be surprised if y’all did. you’re so soft and quiet and he’s…he sells drugs.”

“okay, and? money money money~” tia sang.

“he’s cool and we kissed so i’m just tryna see if the kiss was a waste of time.” it obviously wasn’t because it occupied your mind for hours in a day but you just wanted to see if anything would come out of it or if you were just signing an invisible contract to become one of his throw-away hoes.

“evidently not, got you smiling at the phone and shit.” you threw a pillow towards tia.

“you got jokes, huh?”

“what’s going on in here?” jean came into your room.

“none of your business, why are you in here?”

“to let you know i’m going to the store and if you wanted to come?”

“so it’s just fuck us huh?” tia commented and jean narrowed her eyes at her.

“yep. you coming, y/n?” you nodded just to get out the house.

“you’re gonna leave us?” sasha stood up from the bed, pouting.

“no, i’ll be back. just take care of the house.”

you and jean went to the store to get more groceries because it was the first time since he’s been back.

you two were walking down snack aisle when you thought you saw connie with some girl and eventually you were sure it was him. they were laughing, giggling, and touching all up on each other and your heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. it showed on your face and jean picked up on your energy shift.

“hey, what’s wrong? you don’t like chocolate chip?” jean asked innocently as he held up a box of chocolate chip cookies.

“i’m okay. what else do we need to get?” you tried to shake the scene off but you couldn’t.

“umm…that’s it. you sure you okay?”

“yeah, can we leave now?”

“of course.” he nodded. the only time you rushed him was if something was really wrong or you didn’t wanna be somewhere so he understood. on the ride back, he did have questions but he knew not to bother you if you looked upset. so when you finally got home you went straight to your room but forgot sasha and tia were still there.

“what’s wrong? what happened at the store?” you shook your head but sasha and tia looked at each other, knowing something was wrong.

“you saw connie?” tia whispered. you were quiet so that gave away your answer. “don’t tell me he was with another bitch bruh…” you were quiet again.

“i’m sorry y/n…i can talk to him if you want. this might all be a big misunderstanding.” sasha rubbed your leg. you didn’t feel like crying or anything, you were just mad. his lil kiss started to get you into feelings you were kinda excited for but then he goes and have another bitch in his face? yeah you knew it was a waste of time.

“it is what it is,” you shrugged. “i just don’t think he’s for me.”

“don’t give up! maybe it was a cousin you saw him with or something.” tia side-eyed sasha.

“be forreal.”

“it didn’t look like a cousin. the way they were all up on each other.”

“were they kissing?” you shook your head. “at least that’s good.”

“yeah i just need to take a step back.”

“a few steps all the way back.” tia’s comment made you and sasha giggle before you all talked some more. after a few more minutes, tia and sasha ended up leaving and jean was knocking on your door.

“come in!”

“hey, you okay? you looked pretty upset earlier.” jean came in and sat on your bed.

“i’m fine. just a mood swing or something.” jean knew you were lying and was battling in his head whether or not he should ask you what he really wants to ask you.

“okay…i just have a question,” you didn’t look at him but was silent just to listen to him. “what’s up with you and connie?” your heart sank again but you couldn’t explain why if there’s truthfully nothing going on, at least not anymore.

“nothing. why?”

“i overheard yall talking about him. i just wanted to ask you just in case i misheard or whatever.”

“we kissed but we’re not dating or anything.” jean had to admit he was a bit bothered by what you told him but his priority was with you, not connie.

“okay then, just…i don’t want you getting hurt. i want your heart and mind protected and honestly, connie is not gonna be the one to do that for you. he’s my best friend and all and we’re cool but, you will always come first. i’ll always be on your side, understood?” you nodded in confirmation. luckily you hadn’t gotten that far with connie for anything to change. you hoped that outside of you, him and jean would still be friends because you didn’t wanna ruin anything for your brother.

[icallhimjoey]

i neeeed soft!joey x reader sleeping with their head in the others lap. dont mind which way it is but still 🥹 too soft i cannot

okay so, i know that this request asks for me to write something new but, i've got things planned and i didnt want this to drown and disappear into my inbox to maybe be found months later, so, TO MEET YOUR NEEDS, here's an excerpt from all goes south that i wrote early feb 2023. hope it suffices!! Wordcount: 0.9K

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Taken From: All Goes South

excerpt taken from part four You thought everything was going to change when Joe texted you, “Are you busy tonight?” and you looked around your small, dingy flat before answering,

“Other than falling asleep to bad TV and sleeping off this splitting headache, not really”

You’d just finished doing dishes and were quite literally excited to lay down on your sofa and not move for the rest of the evening.

“Sounds lush, come do that here”

Joe hadn’t yet been over to your place, and you’d been weird about it that first night, so Joe had never asked to come over again. You were glad; your place was a filthy shoebox compared to Joe’s home. A real grimy one, all sorts of drab, with a messy flatmate, because who the fuck could afford their own flat in central London as an undergrad?

You sent Joe a pic from your position on the sofa, your legs spread out with your ankles crossed on the coffee table.

“Don’t wanna move”

“Text your address again?”

Joe made that sound all kinds of casual. You’d never texted Joe your address before, and him coming over to your place was definitely not what you had planned for.

You probably would’ve hoovered had you known earlier in the day.

Now? Not a chance.

Joe’d dropped you off after a photoshoot once, so he vaguely knew whereabouts your lived, but he’d never been over.

You knew you’d hate yourself for it later. Joe had no business being in your dirty little flat. But you didn’t reply with a joke, or a sly comment, or even something flirty. You just texted your address, because, actually, you really fucking wanted to snuggle up to Joe, even if that meant Joe was going to see your unhoovered flat, and maybe meet your flatmate.

When Joe entered, it was obvious to him why you needed a proper job. He didn’t comment, but you could see him look, which was fine - you’d looked around his place the first time you’d seen it too.

Different reasons, of course, but, whatever.

He joined you on the sofa, and tried to make polite conversation. Said he brought gin, because he knew it was your favourite, but you hardly reacted. You weren’t joking before when you said you had a headache. And so Joe dropped it. Just sat next to you and was happy he got to be close.

That was all he wanted anyway.

To be close.

It didn’t take long before you found yourself nodding off, head bobbing, jerking itself back up every time it fell forward. You were fighting off yawns and kept rubbing your face in a weak attempt to stay awake. It was hard work, and your headache started getting worse, but you had a guest over, and it was rude to just fall asleep next to them, so you fought against all instincts until you heard a soft chuckle from Joe.

“You’re allowed to sleep, you know? Come, lay down,”

And then he offered you his lap.

So much for taking things slow.

Sure, you weren’t about to deep throat him exactly, but that was some close penis-to-face interaction you were about to get involved in.

But you were so tired.

And you really liked Joe.

So you moved, and scooted, and your head found Joe’s lap. Four arms worked together to cover you with the throw blanket, and before you knew it, Joe’s hand was patting your hair, and then a kiss got pressed into it before he sat back up.

His hand remained, and fingers raked, brushed and softly played and all of it made you fully relax.

Turned you into putty.

Made you melt into Joe’s touch. 

Nothing was going to beat this. 

Ever.

It only took you a few seconds to drift away. To float. To hover in flight, the wind keeping you stationary.

Somehow you felt yourself slipping away from Joe whilst simultaneously moving towards him more.

Joe made small comments about whatever you were watching, but his voice was a faraway, deep thing that melted over you a little.

You drifted and floated and hovered until you found yourself in this bubble where it was just warmth, comfortability and tingles from scalp scratches.

Your thoughts went fuzzy, and you didn’t think about how you always seemed to self-sabotage everything in your life. How you always pushed away whoever was trying to get close. In your bubble it was safe, and Joe was allowed inside, and nothing could hurt you in there, in Joe’s hands.

Teetering on the edge of falling asleep, of fully slipping under, Joe noticed your breathing had become steady and slow, so he pulled his hand away, afraid that his touch would wake you back up.

But the second his fingers stopped playing, you stirred, hummed, and then blindly reached behind your head to find his hand and placed it back. It made Joe’s chest swell. Made him think things, like he wanted this forever, like he wanted to kiss you silly. Wanted to cuddle you close until your individual smell became his and his became yours. Wanted to inhale you, fill his lungs up the to brim with you. 

Be close. 

Forever be close.

Joe was in trouble.

Trouble had found him in the form of a pretty girl and Joe was absolutely fucking gone for you.

You thought everything was going to change then, but it hadn’t. Not at all, actually.

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read All Goes South here

(skipping the taglist on this one because posting this feels like cheating since it's not new writing)

[aerodaltonimperial]

Hmmm okay how abt rain for the kiss prompt?

(💚🖤)

It's pouring when the car pulls in: absolutely pouring, the kind of deluge that's only possible during the summer months. The clouds overhead are dark and rumbling, and the headlights click off. There isn't that far between the curb and the picnic structure Darby’s sitting beneath, propped up on the top of one of the peeling wooden tables, but Jack takes the distance at a sprint anyway, shaking his jacket once he's beneath the roof.

"Jesus," he grumbles. "Great weather you made me come out here in."

"What are you, the Wicked Witch?" Darby throws back. "You gonna fucking melt?" He holds his hands up, gesturing at either side. "Whatdya wanna do, have this conversation at the hotel everyone we work with is also staying at?"

"What conversation, exactly, Darby?" Jack asks.

Gonna be like this, huh. "Are we done with this yet?" Darby asks. "The whole beating the shit outta each other thing?"

Jack’s mouth thins. It's hard to see, now, with the beard. "Depends."

"On what, your fucking Elite buddies?" Darby kicks at the bench his boots are propped up on. "They're gonna turn on you."

"They're not."

"They're just using you."

Jack scoffs. "And that was different from what you did how?"

"I wasn't using you," Darby hisses, because ouch. "I was in love with you." He shakes his head. "But this is what you do, isn't it? Destroy the people who love you?"

Jack's face turns so all Darby can see against the backdrop of the wave of rain is his profile. "I don't do that."

"Yeah? How's Hook?"

A pause. Jack’s grinding his teeth together, the tendons in his neck popping. Then, he says, "Is this all you wanted? Cause you don't need me for this. You can rail against the sky on your own."

"Jack," Darby warns.

"No." Finally, Jack looks at him again, and there's fury written across his features. "No, Darby, I'm not staying for this."

"For what, you finally having to listen to what I have to say?" Darby hops off the table. "Can't dodge calls anymore, can you? Now you have to deal with me."

Jack smiles, wan and false. "Only because you've decided to be singularly focused on me. You want people to figure it out, cause you're leaving an awful lot of clues."

"You're the one who didn't want people to figure it out," Darby says, softer. He probably should have pitched it louder with the rain beating against the roof.

Jack sighs, dragging his hands through his hair. "I don't wanna do this, Darby."

"Fine. You know what? I'll back off. I'll leave you and your asshole buddies alone. But you answer me first. Answer me, and I'll disappear." Darby takes a step closer to Jack’s position. "An honest answer, and I'm gone. You'll never have to deal with me again."

"Ask the question, Darby," Jack says, low. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Darby moves until they're face to face, a few inches separating them. It's been awhile since he was this close to Jack without the other trying to kill him; been awhile since he's seen the flecks of hazel in Jack’s eyes.

"Answer honestly," Darby says.

"If it makes you go away, I'll do—"

"Are you happy?"

Jack’s face goes still and tense. His eyes shine. He stares at Darby for long enough that Darby’s fingers twitch at his sides and only then does Jack pull his gaze away, off to the left. The way he always does when he's preparing an answer that doesn't come naturally as the truth.

"Fuck you," Darby mutters. This was a mistake. He should have known better than to think he'd get anything real out of Jack by this point. He shrugs past Jack’s form, dragging their shoulders together, and heads out to the parking lot that's filling with wide puddles.

"Darby!" Jack calls, which Darby ignores. He's almost out from beneath the roof when Jack’s fingers close around his wrist. "Darby!"

"No," Darby growls, spinning on his heel. Jesus, Jack’s got a death grip on his skin, pinching. "Let go."

"No," Jack says.

"I'm gonna fucking make you—"

"No," Jack repeats. "That's my answer."

And that... takes Darby enough by surprise that he can't get his tongue to obey, pushing uselessly against the roof of his mouth. "What?"

"I'm not happy." Jack’s fingers don't relinquish an inch on Darby’s arm.

"Then why are you—"

"I don't know what else to do," Jack admits. "I don't... I don't have anyone else." He grimaces, the corners of his mouth disappearing beneath the bristles of his beard. "I thought you hated me."

"I do," Darby says.

"But you asked me here. To meet."

Darby shrugs, and finally, Jack’s fingers fall away from his skin. "Yeah, but I still hate you."

Jack frowns. "Then why would—"

"Jack, when it comes to you, you name it and I feel it. It's just one of the things in there right now."

"Then you still...?"

"Fuck you, I never stopped." Darby reaches for Jack’s face. Jack doesn't pull away when Darby’s palms slide along his cheeks, and that's not nothing. "You're an asshole."

"Yeah," Jack agrees, a bit lost.

"I'm so fucking mad at you."

Jack inhales, sharp. His eyes never leave Darby’s face. "Yeah."

"I'm gonna kiss you, you dick," Darby says.

"Okay," Jack breathes, and hopefully he didn't want to say anything else, cause Darby’s already smashed their mouths together. Overhead, the rain hits the shelter roof with tiny plinks; against Darby’s lips, Jack sighs, mouth parting as Darby coaxes it apart.

[cloveroctobers]

can you do head canons on what it would be like to date Layla keating? Preferably female reader but gender neutral is also good! It’s okay if you don’t want to ofc!

HEADCANONS DATING LAYLA ・❥✧.* ・❥・

A/N: why not? It’s nothing too long but there’s some cute moments in there. I think present Layla…like end of season 5 Layla would actually make a good girlfriend once she knows what she wants that is! But let me take that back, most of the previous relationships kinda did her dirty so she was somewhat valid. Anyways we’re talking about Layla with a fem! Interest here and I wrote this pretty quick which is why I love HCS so thanks for this request, hope you like it!

・❥✧.*・❥・・❥✧.*・❥・・❥✧.*・❥・・❥✧.*

It takes a minute for the relationship to kick off since Layla’s been lost in love before while also feeling like her previous relationships didn’t value her as a person or really get her they way that they should.

With you, the love was patient and kind and Layla’s actually the first to initiate your very first kiss.

She’s horrified by the impulse she’s pulled and a stuttering mess, “oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that, especially when you were just mid-sentence—I—I don’t even know what that was—

“Yeah, how rude.” You comment, lips swollen and Layla almost appears as if she wants to melt into a puddle and crawl away like a 90s cartoon, which makes a smile spread over your own lips, “Nobody should ever cut me off when I’m trying to show you Rihanna’s iconic pregnancy photos but—if it’s only by your lips, I’ll let it slide Keating, so come here.”

And now she’s shocked because you’re actually kissing her!

You establish what the relationship is going to be that same day after the first kiss, not making any assumptions and always laying it out on the table.

The communication between you two? *Chef’s kiss*

Patience is all grins and prideful when she gains knowledge of the relationship when you stop by with lunch one day, “you bitches! Am I the first one out of the Vortex to know that this is actually a thing?”

You did greet Layla with a kiss and a cup of her round face that she almost forgot Patience was even in the studio (she was practically melting by your touch) with you so yeah!

Layla’s all starry eyed as she rests her neck into the palm of her hand, lounging on the couch beside a curled up you, your hand on her thigh, smiling.

“Yup! But just know, she’s mine and I don’t plan on sharing her with you, or Coop.” Layla warns, not daring to envision a break up with you and the glare she sends Patience let’s the raspy girl raise her hands in surrender.

When coop does find out she’s all for third wheeling dates, hanging out with you guys—which is fine sometimes but ofc you also love your alone time as well.

Layla is the protective gf, someone staring at you weird in public? she makes sure to stay close and block you from their eye sight.

Taser is never too far from her reach, believe that!

If someone upset you? She’s ready to call them up and cuss them out/read them to filth or locate their whereabouts? She’s pulling up, might even throw a restraining order in their face—if it’s harassment status because hello business woman about her shit who doesn’t play!!! especially when it comes to you!

She loves your nose kisses, especially if you’re shorter than her.

Staying over at her place? She likes cold sheets and room while you prefer warm no matter the weather in California (yeah it still doesn’t make much sense to her either, maybe you’re anemic) and it’s no different in her bed. So ofc you’re gonna use her long legs as body heat.

She also likes playing footies and sleeps with fuzzy socks on?

“Layla! Why are the fuzzies in the bed?” Your eyes are wide with bewilderment while Layla chuckles, replying to one last text message before placing it back on the night stand and turns around so you’re face to face.

“Is there a problem?” “Yeah! Who goes to bed with socks on?” “Your girlfriend.” Layla blinks, waiting for you to challenge her more. “I think we should break up.” “Is the break up in the room with us right now?” Basically she knows you’re not going anywhere and will learn to love her quirks, which you already do and it’s likewise on her end so the both of you fall into laughter.

Lots of pillowtalking. Y’all love to just talk with each other about any and everything. If you get to do it laying down somewhere? You’ll be the first two to sign on the line!

Queens of taking naps as dates for 10 points Gryffindor!

She’s the big spoon! Occasionally she’ll let you spoon her if she’s under the weather or having a bad mental health day.

You do have to remind her to take breaks now that she’s reaching big heights as a record producer.

When she’s really stressed out about a track or anything circulating around a certain artist, you take her mind elsewhere for a mental break for at least an hour—usually giving her some sense of direction on how to handle the problem.

Both great at problem solving but mainly Layla is—you’re always team “I’ll figure it out later!” While Layla’s mind is always running until it reaches the edge and slamming right into a brick wall—but it works for her somehow.

The both of you enjoy board games with Layla liking games like scrabble, puzzles, and monopoly and you like clue, LIFE, and card games. If the both of you are on the same team with the rest of the vortex? You’re always the top two couple that’s hard to beat.

Lots of hand holding and chin pressed into your shoulder.

She likes having you as her passenger princess, enjoying the thought of you being beside her and she looks just as gorgeous whipping her ride around with ease, hand in yours.

She’ll spoil you with shopping sprees and always wants your opinion when she’s trying on clothes. She loves trying on clothes while you hate it but do it because she hates the return process since most high-end stores have shitty policies.

Idk I can see Layla getting involved with someone who wants to go into the medical field so while she’s got her career figured out, she’ll help you study for all your lab exams.

“I can’t wait to have my own personal Cristina Yang…or are you more of a Miranda Bailey?” Layla wanders while you just laugh tiredly at the dining table, head collapsed along your arm.

Definitely a supportive gf: will encourage you with clues that she’ll relate to any of your obsessions to help you get the answer right, massages, kisses, and strip teases.

Loves you in her clothes but she actually steals more of yours.

Always has you help her curl the back of her hair with her curling wand when she wants to wear it curly.

Starts wearing it more that way when you tell her how pretty in curls she looks, which you notice.

You’re the most active gf out of the two (you were a complete gym rat in high school and gave the boys a run for their money. You were also on the volleyball team back then and loved the whole gains aspect and working on your arms) and layla tends to only turn to exercise when she’s having a bad day.

You’re not as deep into the gym now thanks to declaring biomedical sciences as your major but you kept your workouts to at least three times a week and doing at home workouts every now and then.

You’ll have to drag Layla to take hikes with you—she rather do the hikes since the scenery is quite beautiful and you in cycling shorts?! is always a great sight to witness but 🤫

She prefers hot yoga or Pilates tbh.

The always busy couple who never find a reason to be bored and definitely keep each other entertained.

Want to go on a road trip or night drive? Layla only questions if it’s going to be a 24 hr thing or a couple of days so she can pack accordingly and make sure things will be handled at the studio in her absence. Any chance she gets to spend one on one time with you? She’s doing it.

You come up with spontaneous adventures, Layla just needs to know how far and the weather so she can prepared.

Whatever she wears, you’ll be sure to tell her how much you love something on her.

Words of affirmation are big in this relationship. 

I do feel like she’s more physically affectionate and you may be more verbal, perhaps that has to do with your professions/desires with Layla always having her hands in music and you constantly thinking out loud when it comes to the sciences and simple human nature—if we’re looking into it deeply.

You’re always reading world science articles to her btw and even if she doesn’t quite get it…she listens just like you do when she lets you listen in on the beats that get sent over to her by the engineer.

She doesn’t mind PDA at all, most of the time she’s always the one touching you and finding some way to touch you unconsciously.

Layla’s never felt like this before, a fresh love that didn’t have to feel complicated, questionable, or suffocating. She could be herself around you and knew she was falling in love whenever she would daze off just staring at you while you talked or just simply listening to the sound of your voice.

“You’re my favorite person, I hope you know that.” Layla finds herself saying on one of your many drives.

You pause in your balled up side of the car, “I’m starting to believe you…why else would you listen to me damage my vocal cords to a Whitney Houston song?”

Layla snorted, “…you have a nice tone.”

“Sure but I’m no Whitney.”

“You can be my Whitney. Because I’ll always wanna dance with you, my somebody who loves me.” She lightly sings

Gagging at Layla, you slap her thigh, “the cheese! I can’t take it!”

“Oh you love it! Don’t you wanna dance! Say you wanna dance!”

You wiggle your shoulders and flip your hair forward and over your face making Layla whoop and snap her fingers, twinkles in her dark eyes.

Laughing you smooth your hair back and reach forward to meddle with the staticky radio before looking for the aux cord.

The silence was just as comforting with the both of you driving down the dirt road, side by side but it was even better singing the lyrics to songs declaring your love for each other.

A love that’s worth it, deserves to be screamed together into the sky, to be felt and genuine

and you were sure a love with Layla Keating was just that.

・❥✧.* ・❥・・❥✧.* ・❥・・❥✧.* ・❥・・❥✧.*

Continue along with my spring anthology series here.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I think my ask didn’t go through right-

This one here-

“Can I have “I’ll take care of it” for Peter as well please? For both of mine, s/o is comforting him bc Lord knows our short king deserves TLC. However, if you want it the other way around for one, that’s fine too. I will accept it bc whatever you end up making will be awesome anyway.”

Did Tumblr do something?

this is the only one of this particular request I have yeah

so Tumblr probably did something, ruuuuude

... but! agreed! our short king deserves TLC, he needs it <3

105 Comfort Prompts

12. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

It’s not your fault that you and PETER typically only get mornings together without much interruption, but you cling to him pretty fiercely during those mornings. Some small, deep part of you fears he’ll vanish if you don’t keep a good grip on him.

The morning is hazy, although the circus is already bustling. You can hear the sounds of life going on beyond the flimsy walls of the tent you share with your lover and his sister. It’s almost comforting, in a way; lying here with the man you love, listening the world turn just a stone’s throw away.

You let out a soft hum and cuddle into Peter’s shoulder. Maybe you can get a little more sleep, right? You’re fairly sure Peter isn’t awake yet. These early-morning moments are some of the best.

Not a full minute later, however, you hear Wendy stirring in the bunk above you. She yawns and stretches and then reaches down to knock on the wood, presumably to wake up her brother. “Peterrrrrr… it’s our turn t’ go ‘elp with breakfas’…”

“Fuuuuuck breakfas’,” he mumbles, and you think he’s just barely conscious. His arms circle around your waist to pull you closer. As if he thinks he needs some kind of excuse to not get out of bed. “It’s too damn early.”

You can hear Wendy roll her eyes. “Ain’t nobody arguin’ that point, Peter. But breakfas’ needs makin’.”

He lets out a sound which is dangerously close to a whine, prompting your heart to melt. You shift around so you can press a kiss to his cheek. “Stay there, love. I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. You keep sleeping and I’ll take your place helping with breakfast, alright?”

All he gives you at first is a grunt. You can tell he’s tempted, though. “Nah… can’t…” He pauses to interrupt himself with a yawn. “… Mmh, can’t let y’ do that, precious… I’m gettin’ up…”

“Oh, yes, y’re gettin’ up,” Wendy snickers. “Y’r eyes ain’t even open yet.”

“Oi, they’re gettin’ there! Gimme a bloody minute, would y’…”

He trails off into a series of unintelligible murmurs, and you snatch the chance to push yourself up into a sitting position. Your hand runs through his hair. “Honestly, Peter. You just stay here and get another hour or so of sleep. You’ve been tired lately.” You look up toward Wendy. “I’d offer to take your place, too, but…”

She shakes her head, tying her hair back. “They’d notice if one person showed up instead’a two. ‘S alright. I think I slept better’n Peter las’ night, so I’m fine.”

“There we have it.” You lean back down to give him a kiss, this time on the forehead. “I’ll be back to get you once the food is actually ready.”

“Mh…” He barely moves even as you pull the blanket back up over him. “Y’ sure…?”

“I’m sure, sweetheart. Get some rest, and I’ll come fetch you soon.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “Alright. Don’t let Wendy burn nothin’.”

You smirk as you stand up. “Oh? Can I burn something, then?”

“Sure…” He curls up, grasping parts of the blanket in both hands. “Jus’ as long as y’ don’t feed it t’ me.”

[sadnesslaughs]

There is no way that this valley girl, who is charged as your bodyguard, is one of the top ten deadliest assassins in the world.

(A response to a writing prompt)

“Bitchin ride. So like, you some big, important dude or something?” Brittany asked, lazing against the exterior of the black limousine that came to pick him up. The pink puffer jacket she wore spreading out, blocking the door. She didn’t fit the typical bodyguard model, having bright blonde hair, a beautiful face decorated in only the most expensive makeup available, and a set of bright clothing that made her stand out, no matter the crowd.

Edward lit his cigar, giving her a look over. This was his top-class security? The president must have been pulling his leg by assigning her to be a part of his guard. Showed how poor relations were going between their countries, he thought. He didn’t answer her right away, taking some time to enjoy the fine taste of the cigar, before finishing it. “You tell me. Do you get assigned to look after nobodies?”

She paused, tapping her glossy pink lips. “Um, like, sometimes? I’m kind of just sent wherever I’m needed. Ya know? Girls gotta serve her country to stay out of jail and stuff.” She flashed a smile that made Edward pause, sensing a hidden danger lurking underneath that ditzy outer persona.

“I see.” That hurt his pride a little. He was being treated like a joke, and he had to take it. What was he supposed to do, complain? Start an international incident over it? Reluctantly, he told her about himself. “I’m an ambassador for England. As you should have been informed, I’m here to meet with your president regarding some recent trade sanctions. He wants more access to our precious metals, which we will only provide if he can show us satisfactory data that proves they have been working towards lowering their weapon pro-“

“LIKE, DIDN’T ASK FOR YOUR LIFE STORY.” She said, flicking her ponytail, hanging it over her left shoulder. “Like, blah, de, blah. If you keep talking like that, your lips are going to be too dry for the ass kissing you’ll be giving each other later.”

Edward clenched his fists, desperate to avoid that incident. He could see the headlines now, Ambassador for England, caught lashing out at an international bodyguard. The morning talk shows would have him crucified before he could even get home and defend himself. So, he made a small wiggle with his hand, telling her to stop blocking the door.

She swayed out of the way, giving a mock bow. “Ah, yes. Sir, your majesty, please humbly take a seat in our vroom box.” She said, putting on a mock posh accent. She even gave a bow, only to bump her head against the limo door, giving her a taste of karma.

“Watch your head.” Edward uttered, giving his first smirk of the day as he took his seat, waiting for her to sit in front. He gasped when she rudely tossed her puffer jacket onto him, climbing over him to get into the seat beside him. She had ten different ways to enter that vehicle, and she chose the one that would frustrate him the most. Intentionally letting her ponytail hit his face before plopping down.

“Watch your head.” She mimicked, throwing her ponytail onto the other shoulder.

He never went for the drinks in a limo, especially this early in the day, yet the cool champagne chilling in the limo’s ice bucket was calling him. He uncorked it and poured a glass, feeling as though he could take a breath now. As he sipped the beverage, she pushed her shoulder into him, watching the bubbles float to the surface of his glass.

“What?”

“You going to like, offer me some?”

“Aren’t you working?” He huffed, protectively pulling the glass towards his suit jacket.

“So, what? You’re on the job, too. I’ll trade you some of my gum if you do. Help you get rid of that stinky old man's breath. You’ll need the gum, anyway. Don’t want them knowing you had a drink before the big meeting, right?” She taunted, digging a long nail into his side, trying to invoke a reaction.

Pressing the glass to his lips, Edward took the longest sip one could take with a glass of champagne, acting as if he were a sommelier who had tasted the greatest beverage known to man. A swirl of the glass and a tentative sniff followed each sip, savoring it.

Brittany only whined in response, tapping at the bottle with her nail, filling the backseat with the clacking sound of nail on glass. “Give me some. I hate how you rich snobs always get the good stuff. I want a taste. Please, If I pour it myself I’ll get in trouble again.”

“In trouble? You mentioned jail, didn’t you? What did you do?” Edward sat the glass down, watching as Brittany’s eyes followed it. She licked her lips before he exhaled, pouring her half a glass of the champagne. “If you tell me, you can have it.”

She snatched the champagne, downing it in a single shot. As the cool drink went down her throat, she shivered, like someone had sent a jolt of lightning through her body. “Didn’t do nothing too bad. Robbed a few stores, tracked down a gang that killed my bestie. Displayed their dead bodies as mannequins in my favorite store to send a message. Just typical girl boss things. They say they're doing me a favor by giving me this job, but I think they’re using me. What gang would be stupid enough to retaliate after what I did to them?” She carried a look of innocence while she admitted to her crimes, not batting an eye. It was clear there were more gruesome details about the incident, yet Edward didn’t have the stomach to ask for them.

The man’s hand shook as it went to connect the glass to his lips. “They said a rival gang committed that crime. One person couldn’t kill that many people. The state they found some of them in too….” Edward had heard the story, everyone had. A story about a gang mysteriously vanishing, only to be propped up on display like some modern art exhibit. It made headlines all over the world.

“That’s the ones they found. Oops, hope they didn’t hear that. Yeah, so they changed my name, gave me a new identity and ta-da, I’m Brittany, the bodyguard lady. Technically, this is my prison duty and stuff.” She rolled down her window, sticking her head out, catching the breeze.

“That was truly you? You’re not lying?”

“Huh? DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?” She shouted, before suddenly pulling her head in. “HEY, BITCH DRIVING THIS THING, DIDN’T YOU SEE THAT CAR TAILING US?” She kicked her heel against the glass separating the driver and passengers, waiting for it to wind down. When the driver was in view, she kicked the side of his head, not enough to knock him out, but enough to leave a nasty print on his cheek. “SLAM THE BRAKES. GET READY TO DRIVE AS SOON AS I GET IN.” she ordered.

With a throbbing pain in his cheek, the driver did as instructed. As the limo slowed, so did the car behind it. She opened her branded white handbag, taking a lip stick stained grenade and pistol out. As soon as she got out of the car, she popped the driver in the head with a well-placed shot. After that, she followed it with two quick shots into the same window before pulling the pin of the grenade. While the hired thugs inside scrambled at the change of plans, she tossed the grenade through the newly created hole in the windshield before diving into the backseat. “NOW.”

The Ambassador hugged his lap as the limo dashed through the streets, with the sound of the explosion following behind them. “You killed those men,” Edward said, shaken.

“Mm-hmm. Don’t worry, no one else got hurt, though. So, it’s as cool as a cucumber.” Brittany said, collecting her empty glass. She wiggled the glass at Edward, who felt compelled to pour her another drink. She slouched back, spreading her legs as she took another swig of the booze. “Ah, good stuff. Like, you can’t get stuff like this in normal stores. It’s tots the best.”

“Yes, the best.”

When the car pulled up to the presidential building, Edwards didn’t move, looking at Brittany, who was swaying in her seat. He had kept refiling her glass the entire trip, not even sure how much she had drunk. She fell towards him, head-butting his shoulder. “Like, this is your stop. Don’t cry or nothin, I’ll probably be assigned to you again. NOW GET.” she screamed, causing Edward to flee like a wild rabbit that had only just escaped the teeth of a fox. “Oh, check ya pocket, too.” She waved, hanging out of the door, getting as far as she could without falling out.

Edward headed into the building, getting greeted by the standard guards that he expected from these types of meetings. As they lead him through the long royal purple halls, he felt his pocket, finding a strip of strawberry flavoured gum. He unwrapped it and tossed it into his mouth, hoping it might clear his breath before the big meeting.

[aro-attorneys]

God. Second attempt at writing a sort of coherent Good Omens Season 2 rant/review/thoughts. Whatever you want to call it.

First, things I really enjoyed:

Pre-fall Crowley scene. Though this was not liked as much by some other critical Book fans. I understand from canon-conflicting perspective, but TV and Book Omens are separate in my head (sorry Neil Gaiman I can't buy the Same Canon thing)

The flashbacks scene (especially the one with Job and the Resurrectionist, the zombie one was kinda bad though)

Aziraphale getting to use the Bentley

Ok that's all that stood out to me of what I really liked. Time to complain!

God I'll just...start with The Kiss. I saw spoilers for it before I got a chance to watch it and immediately felt disappointment. I do like the Ineffable Husband ship, but I liked it as this...vague thing they kinda had going on in the back. They absolutely did not need an angsty one-sided confession scene with a forced kiss. Everything about it felt so inorganic too. I was trying to be open to the possible (different/romantic) chemistry they might have in s2, but it never happened. Instead there was Nina and telling Crowley he's in love with Aziraphale. Even though nothing really indicated that? To the public they could just be friends?

They did make more "gay jokes" (like they did once in season 1, which I did not like, it was very amatonormative which goes against the vibes those two have). Did not like those. Felt forced.

I have made posts before about the lack of aro and qpr representation in media and Yes that does play into why I did not like this ending of the season. It felt like this possible representation was forcibly taken away from me. I get to be sad about that. It's technically a separate argument but I'm throwing it here anyway.

Aside from That, the vibes of season 2 was...not really Good Omens? I really love the season 1 adaptation on so many levels. It is not perfect and there is valid criticism to be given, but overall it catches the absurdist comedy and relevance of everyone at play Very Well. Both the book and the show have this "ah it's all coming together" thing that's executed so well. I agree Crowley and Aziraphale got more of a main character role in the Show vs. The Book (where the humans and nonhumans are equally important/get similar screentime). And they amplified this in season 2. This post-book "canon" seems to focus a lot on Crowley and Aziraphale, which feels Wrong. They don't work on their own like they did in the Book/s1. It was their interaction with Earth and its Humans that made them shine in the end. Giving them their own problems to deal with was incredibly uninteresting. This is probably why the flashbacks stood out to me more. ...Yeah, I think it boils down to them not being as interesting on their own.

(of course when fans draw Book Omens Ineffable Husbands it's a different thing altogether, but art or comics usually don't have TV-style drama)

I feel I should say something about Gabriel and Beelzebub? It caught me by surprise that I just laughed when I saw it unfold. It was just very weird idk. I will miss Beelzebub though, I loved their trash gender vibes (then again, the new actor did not sell the vibes as well as the previous actor).

This season made me dive a little into the Book Omens fandom again and made me realise how much I missed the Book. I read it back in 2017 and a lot of fine details are lost on me. I want to read it again for sure. I see a lot of mixed reactions from Book fans on this season. Oftentimes criticism of different kinds, sometimes someone who did kind of like the season.

Overall I hate it when a screen adaptation takes a fandom over. I have to see incredibly bad takes on the Ineffable Husbands every day since the show came out.

In short: it was mostly not as interesting/memorable and I am pissed off about the kiss scene that I have to see everywhere.

[6okuto]

THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON IN THE ROOM

timeskip iwaizumi x gn!reader ft. msby + osamu, akaashi | 1.5k words, swearing, implied alcohol, suggestive?

“okay, iwaizumi, i dare you to…” hinata drawls, tapping the wooden floor beneath him—the beat of the song that he’s gotten stuck in everyone’s heads today, you note.

“hmmm….”

“this is why we can’t play truth or dare with you, shoyo.” atsumu groans, though there’s a lopsided smile that accompanies it, before taking a sip of his drink. condensation drips down the side and he wipes it with the sleeve of his jacket.

“as if you didn’t steal my dare idea last turn!”

“can’t steal somethin’ that was never yours in the first place.”

“huh? i literally said it out loud.”

“i thought it before y’said it.”

“what?!”

“holy shit, get back to the dare.” osamu snorts and throws a pillow at their heads. “’m gonna have to retire by the time hinata comes up with 3 syllables.”

you laugh softly from your spot on the couch above. hajime snickers next to you, his arm hanging loosely above you.

not around you, of course. just above, on the couch, close enough to brush your head every time you lean a little too far back—which is why you’ve curled further into the edge instead, feet tucked under the throw blanket you had gifted hinata a few months earlier.

emboldened by the conversation as distraction, you let your eyes shift to loom at him. his cheeks are flushed, and eyes crinkled as he watches his team in amusement. there’s an almost empty drink in his left hand, more clinking ice than beverage. but he brings it to his lips to take another sip, and you watch, and you wish you could stop watching, but your eyes seem fixated on his lips as they meet the edge of his glass, and the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

the sound of bickering is muffled, and you should look away, really, it’d be embarrassing if he caught you, but he’s scratching the side of his neck, and he looks really good, and—

“okay, fine, iwaizumi.” hinata brings your focus back to the room and stares with sudden determination. “i dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

the two stare at each other. no immediate snarky remark or laughter follows.

you blink.

you think everyone blinks, actually.

your eyes flicker to hajime again, and you watch his mouth again, though this time it opens and closes twice, three times, as if words would appear if it silently lured them. “...i—what?”

“pfft—”

“don’t feel like getting kissed tonight, sorry, bro. alright, bo, you’re up next, right?”

“oh! yeah, wait, we’re skipping iwa?”

“oh, shut up, ’tsumu, like yer dumbass is the most attractive person in here.”

“i am, actually. objectively, even.”

“you have a twin, atsumu.”

“not seein’ your point here ’kaashi?”

“y’callin’ me ugly?”

“technically jus’ less attractive, but yeah, yer ugly.”

“guys,” you warn. you think bokuto’s still confused on who’s turn it is, while osamu’s put his drink down and sitting up straighter. “drop it. and hajime, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“yeah, but you’ll have to take a shot,” atsumu interjects.

“thought you as the self-proclaimed ‘most attractive person’ were gonna stop him anyway. was he supposed t’drink a shot if he picked ya?”

“no, we would’ve both taken shots.”

hajime raises a brow. “what? as the guy who’s supposed to have the dare—what the hell kind of logic is that? you know what—”

he lets out an exasperated sigh and moves his arm from behind you to rest on his thigh. and it’s not like it was touching you in the first place, but the vacancy makes the back of your neck feel a little colder. “fuck it, i’m tipsy enough.”

“fine, y’can kiss my cheek—”

“i’m not kissing you, atsumu,” hajime just less than growls.

atsumu puts his hands up in surrender while hinata snickers, and you think osamu’s building up to an “i told you so,” but you’re too busy watching the man next to you to really know.

there’s tension in his shoulders as he places his glass on his coaster—one of two that have actually been used, the other drinks leaving rings of water in their place. it’s a wonder that hinata has any in the first place.

your eyes move from his leg that’s started to bounce, to his hands that start to fiddle with the watch on his wrist, and then his mouth where he bites a lip.

and then they move up again, just a little higher, to his eyes—

which are already set on you.

neither of you say anything. but then his eyes flicker down to your lips, and a quick heat builds in your face, your ears, your neck. something in you thinks it must be a joke, but hajime’s already flushed face turns more red, and the (big) part of you that has a crush on him is just a little happy it seems to be because of you.

there’s no time to process that further though, his silence is enough to get the attention of the others anticipating his choice.

atsumu only looks between the both of you for a second before clapping his hands together. “ohh, ohoho—”

“ooh, iwa!”

“huh? ohh—”

“can you guys be normal for 2 minutes?” sakusa sighs and leans back into his chair, deciding to stare at the ceiling instead of his teammates if only for a moment. “and if you two are going to kiss, can you do it faster before my brain shuts down?”

“rude.”

hajime ignores them and clears his throat before facing you properly, shifting so one leg is propped on the couch underneath him. taking it as your cue, you sit up and collect your blanket to one side.

the room hasn’t been this quiet since you arrived first and offered to help set up. but it isn’t suffocating—the quiet is a buzz, and seems to sit in anticipation just as much as you.

“can i?” hajime asks softly.

you nod, your only hesitation is in wondering if he’s serious.

but even a little hesitation is enough. his lips purse, and a concerned crinkle appears between hajime’s brows that you almost want to reach to smooth out, its existence, you promise, unnecessary. he says your name. “seriously, we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”

you’re shaking your head before he’s done his sentence. “it’s okay, haji.”

“ooh, haji—”

“shuddup, ’tsumu.”

“is it weird i feel awkward watching this?”

“aw, c’mon, ’ji, they’re cute.”

the conversation is an odd comfort as it dulls the sharp attention on you, the tension your body seems to hold everywhere.

hajime moves closer, shrinking the gap between you until your legs touch and you can count the inches between you on two hands. his cologne is easy to notice, and you wish you could pinpoint the fragrant notes, maybe write them down in your head to look for later. (you wonder if that's a weird thing to do.)

the lips your eyes had lingered on maybe a dozen times just tonight are a lot easier to watch as his tongue pokes out to lick them. subconsciously, you do the same.

then a hand comes up, hesitates before finding place on your cheek, and you let yourself lean into its touch. it’s odd—how you wished the arm behind you on the couch would accidentally move a little closer just a few minutes ago, and now your face is being held instead. you wonder if you could ever get used to it.

for a split (embarrassing) second, you even let yourself wonder what it would be like to wake up to the same touch and owner in bed beside you.

hajime looks at you, and you smile when your eyes lock. and maybe it’s your own drink kicking in, but you reach for his free hand to lace your fingers in between his as you nod once more, look at his lips one more time.

his chest rises as he takes a deep breath.

“seriously, guys, if ya don’t kiss already ’samu’s gonna start going bald.”

“the fuck?”

you can’t help the laugh that escapes you or the warm breath that hits hajime’s skin, nor can you fully get rid of the smile on your face as hajime murmurs what sounds like a “for fuck’s sake,” beneath one of his own and leans in.

and then he kisses you.

and you think there’s cheering, clapping and something about losing a bet on who’d kiss who first.

but it doesn’t matter—not while you’re finally finding out how soft hajime’s lips are, while his grip on your hand tightens, while his thumb rubs your skin and fingers moves closer to the back of your neck to pull you closer, closer.

your free hand comes to wrap around his shoulder, and he lets go of the other to reach around your back. somewhere in the back of your head you wonder how long (how deep?) a kiss is acceptable in front of an audience, but you can hear, feel, hajime take a deep breath as he pulls you close enough that his chest is pressed against yours, and you think the others can look away themselves when it’s too much—there’s someone more important to you.

me after writing atsumu myself: wow he's so funny silly stupid 🫶 mann i don’t necessarily Want to know about perfumes and alcohol until i’m writing a fic and go ah. what the hell is a good scent. like girl what is Cedarwood ? not everyone can smell like..mint and vanilla. and how am i supposed to know what this guy would drink when all i’ve had is soju with raspberry gingerale / mango concentrate. which is rlly good btw. yummy...

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[jloves-pp]

the Story of Merida and Hiccup-chapter 11

chapter 11-the white dragon

The princess was taken aback as she stepped into the huge hall. Made of wood and stone the hall had tapestries of dragons and Vikings on the walls. It was filled with wooden chairs and benches, above a big fire pit hung a gold dragon statue. Merida have never seen anything so amazing.

"Well, it's not that fancy of a hall" Hiccup said seeing her looking around.

"Are you kidding me, it's beautiful" Merida said grinning.

"Well...er…thank you" Hiccup said. They were soon joined by the others with food.

"So, what's Scotland like? Fishlegs asked "I've heard that Scotsmen dine on the blood of their enemies and throw them into a pit filled with wolves"

Merida couldn't help but find this funny

"No, we don't that. We only eat meat, veg and fine wine" she said taking a chicken leg.

"Oh, that's what my dad told me" Fishlegs said.

"Me too" Astrid added "My parents told me they fought blood thirsty creatures covered in fur".

"You mean Bears" Merida replied. She noticed the confusion looks on their heads. "Bears are animals who roam the forest, we used to hurt them but we stop since…"

"Oh, it sounds like something happened there" Astrid said.

"You have no idea" Hiccup murmured knowing that they would need to tell Merida's story. They chatted and ate, he was surprised at Merida who was gobbling down her food, without a care in the world.

The days she spent in Berk were paradise for Merida. Hiccup showed her around the village, the Viking men and women were kind and friendly to her which reminded her of home. She'd seen so many dragons breeds, met her new friends dragons and learned about their different abilities. One time, Merida and Hiccup found a group of Terrible Terrors. Hiccup handed some pieces of fish to Merida and she happily fed them. One of the Terrors placed its head on her lap, Merida gently stroked the small dragon's head. Enjoying being with these wonderful creatures.

Merida loved to explored the island whether it be on foot or in the air. Hiccup showed Merida the cove that he and Toothless had first become friends.

"Ok, just hold it right here" Hiccup said holding his princess's hand as they walked towards the entrance. Merida covered her eyes from the sunlight but soon she could see she took in a breathtaking sight. Surrounded by rock walls, there was a peaceful lake with a waterfall that glistened in the sunlight. Giant trees towered over them their roots snaking down the rocks below.

"It's beautiful" Merida manage to say. Hiccup smiled at her, happy to share this special place. Without warning, Merida quickly climbed down the rock. Hiccup and Toothless quickly join her "It's so peaceful here, it's a perfect hiding place".

"Well, it wasn't by choice. Toothless fell into it and of course he couldn't fly out until I made his fin" Hiccup said. The dragon rushed over to the lake, to find fish. Merida sat on a nearby rock, watching the Night Fury. She was reminded of her mum as a bear, trying to fish. Hiccup sat next to her and started drawing.

"Want to go swimming together" Merida suddenly asked. She saw Hiccup stopped and turning red.

"Ur… Mer…we can't. We shouldn't…..I…I…" he said flustered.

"Hiccup, I'm joking, don't worry. I don't know if" Merida replied before rubbing her arm. Now regretting what she'd said. Hiccup could see Merida was also nervous about having an intimate moment like swimming together but mostly, seeing each other's bodies.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. Let's take our time with things" He reassured his princess, taking her hand and softly rubbing her knuckles. "Maybe one day we can and anyway you're beautiful".

"Thank you" Merida and gently kissed his cheek. Just as she pulled away, Hiccup turned and kissed her on the lips. She was stunned but instantly kissed him back. They were enjoying this moment of passion when the sound of flapping wings put a stop to their magic moment.

"Hey lovebirds" shouted Tuffnut.

"Are you two coming?" called Snotlout.

"We're heading for the cliffs, come on" Astrid said before they flew off. Hiccup and Merida smiled to each other and got up and raced to Toothless. Soon they we're flying across the sky with their friends.

When the dragons landed, the riders relaxed on the stones while their dragons played.

"So there no dragons in DunBroch?" asked Fishlegs.

"No, most people don't believe they exist" Merida said holding Hiccup's hand while his arm rested around her shoulders.

"So, what's in DunBroch?" Astrid said.

"Well, we have sheep, cows, hawks, horses oh and bears" Merida said, counting them on her fingers.

"My mum saw a horse once, she said it had four legs, one big eye with a upper human body and no flesh" Tuffnut said. Everyone, including the dragon looked on in confusion. Even though most of them never seen a horse they could tell that wasn't right.

"No, that's nothing like a horse" Merida finally said.

"Oh, still she dreams about it. Always goes white" Ruffnut said.

"Speaking of things aren't as their seem." Snotlout said "Are you sure you're a princess?"

"Aye. Why?" Merida asked.

"Because you don't act like a princess"

"Oh, and what, pray tell. Should a princess act like" Merida asked crossing her arms.

"Well, something like this" Snotlout announced as he stood up and said in a high pitch voice "Oh look at me, I'm a pretty princess. I love wearing fancy dresses and singing about love" as he pranced around.

"Oh, I can only talk to animals and wait for a man to save me" Tuffnut said as he twirled around. The two boys were laughing with the other teen.

"No, I'm not like that at all" Merida answered.

"Definitely not" Hiccup added as he hugged Merida close. Just then, they heard the dragons growling. The teens looked over to see them watching something out at sea. "What is it bud?" Hiccup asked Toothless as he and the others joined them. The Night Fury pointed his head in the of the direction of the disturbance and Hiccup pulled out his telescope to see. "oh"

"What is it?" Merida asked.

"See for yourself" Hiccup said and handed the telescope to her. Merida put it up to her eye, it took a moment but she could see a large boat.

"It's a ship," cried Merida.

"A dragon hunter ship to be exact" Hiccup answered. Merida knew what he meant. Hiccup told her there were Vikings who still hunted dragons. "Ready for a dragon rescue" Merida heard Hiccup asked. Merida didn't need to answer, she was ready.

They didn't waste any time, they all got on their dragons and flew off.

"Should we take Merida back to Berk" Fishlegs asked.

"I'm perfectly fine coming along" Merida said crossly as she held on to Hiccup.

"She's more than capable to join in" Hiccup mentioned before they flew higher. Merida knew that the best way to do this was to use the element of surprise. "Ok Fishlegs, Snotlout, you distract them on the left. Ruff, Tuff, you take the right. Me, Mer and Astrid will jump aboard to save the dragons".

"Ok" "On it" the others called as they flew into position. With Hiccup on Toothless and Astrid riding Stormfly they hovered just near the ship. Merida took out her bow and pressed the button to release it to its full size, as she fasten the string, she saw in time the first dragon fire at the boat. They heard cries and shouts before the twins on Barf and Belch had sprayed gas and then lit the gas to cause a fire.

"Ok let's go" Hiccup said, and the teens shot down on their dragons, making the Viking men on the deck scatter in fear, Toothless and Stormfly landed. The girls jumped off with their weapons in hand followed by Hiccup, who was walking up to a unconscious man to retrieve the keys. "Ok, got some but we need more".

"We'll look for more!" Merida said, as the girls ran off while Hiccup and Toothless began to open the cages. Merida and Astrid were battling the Viking men, as one released the dragons, the other would fight to defend and search for the remaining keys.

"Nothing here" Astrid told Merida before pushed an unconscious Viking out of their way. Merida had unlocked a cage containing a Monstrous Nightmare and its babies, they quickly flew out of the ship like the rest of the captured dragons.

"We need to keep looking" Merida quickly said, when they suddenly heard something roaring beneath them. "Did you hear that? There are more dragons below" Merida said looking at Astrid.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go" Astrid replied, the girls soon found the trap door leading to the deck below, Astrid easily opened it with her axe. Merida climbed down and Astrid was about to jump….

"Don't you dare" shouted a huge man who'd suddenly appeared before them. He lunged his enormous axe at Astrid. The blonde haired girl had let go of the trap door to defend herself.

The hatch slammed shut, Merida could only look up as she was suddenly in the dark, as her eyes got accustomed to her surroundings the rays of light were visible around the edges of the hatch. It seemed like nothing was down here, Merida readied her bow, just in case when a loud bang came from behind her. Stealthily, Merida walked towards the sound. She realised there was a cage built into the back, she looked through the bars and found nothing but darkness. She wasn't sure where the sound had come from but she knew whatever made the sound was definitely here.

Merida turned for a second when she felt someone or something was watching her. She turned back to find two huge bright blue eyes looking straight at her.

The princess backed off as the eyes followed her from side to side, to Merida's surprise, white scales appeared around the eyes to reveal it was a white dragon. At first glance, the dragon looked like Toothless except being white and it's fins and body were different she thought it looked like a female dragon.

Suddenly the white dragon lunged at Merida but failed. Merida noticed that it was chained to the wall and muzzled. The redhead couldn't help but feel sympathy for the white dragon. Seeing her locked up and tied down, she knew she needed to free her. As the White dragon pulled and struggled to be free from her chains, Merida quickly broke the lock with an arrow. The lock fell to the floor which caught the attention of the white dragon. Growling, the dragon watched as Merida slowly walked in toward the dragon.

"I'm not going to hurt you" Merida reassured "I'm going to release you" but the response she got was a loud roar from the dragon. The Redhead wasn't sure how to calm this dragon down, watching the dragon as it pulled on its chains, it gave Merida a warning look, although she couldn't help but feel that there was something familiar about her. "I know it's the worst thing in life, being cage up, treated like an prop, use by others to they own desires and longing to be free" Merida softly said. The white dragon slowly tilted her head, showing that she was listening. Merida went closer before sitting a few feet away. "You know, I wonder what its like to fly. It's wasn't too long ago that I flew, and it's the most incredible feeling. You love the feeling of flying, don't you?"

The white dragon nodded which made Merida smile. She took a few more steps closer till she was next to the dragon. The dragon looked directly at her. The princess saw the dragons face now up close, it began to make a sound, to Merida's surprise it was a purr, the dragon was purring softly. At that moment, both of them stared into one another's eyes. Merida could see in the dragon's blue eyes an untameable fire and reckless wonder that she had. It was like looking in a mirror, seeing herself in this dragon, she could tell that the creature was thinking the same thing. Merida remembered Hiccup telling her when he met Toothless he too saw himself in the Night Fury.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, they both looked up to find one of Vikings coming through the hatch.

"Let's get out of here" Merida quickly said. She removed the dragons restraints. Luckily Hiccup had given her some lockpicks before they had boarded. She unlocked the chain from the wall when one of the men appeared. Merida and the white dragon hid against the wall as the Viking walked over to the cage.

"I know you're in here girl!" the huge man called out. Merida heard heavy footsteps coming closer. She quickly pulled out an arrow and place it her bow. The white dragon looked over and watched as Merida crept in the dark. "You must have a death wish" he growled. Merida readied herself as the Viking opened the cage door and walked in. "You should be scared; this monster is the deadliest thing on this earth".

"Ha, the only monster here is you!" Merida said bravely as she entered into the light, her bow ready.

"Oh, what pretty little thing, you are. Shame to spoiled that pretty little face of yours" the man sneered although he looked a bit surprised to see a young girl here.

"I would say the same thing but I can't" Merida replied which made the white dragon smirk. Merida kept a straight face, not wanting to show any weakness.

"I surprised you're not dead" the Viking said "Maybe I should get" he stroked his sword gently with evil grin, but before he could come close, Merida shot him in the shoulder. He screamed while Merida fastened another arrow. "Why you little.." the mad man grabbed Merida and caught her around the neck. Merida tried the break free but it was too difficult he squeezed tighter.

She may have passed out if it wasn't for her new friend. The white dragon roared and dived at Merida's attacker. The princess tried to get her breath back as the dragon held the man down. After coughing, Merida grabbed her bow and got to her feet.

"We need to go. He's not worth it" Merida said to the dragon. The white dragon gave one last roar at the frightened man before both girls walked out and locked the cage. Ignoring the shout of the Viking, Merida heard the commotion above them. She looked over to the dragon who was showing her back as if saying "Come on, hop on".

Merida climbed on, holding on as the dragon blasted through the door and flew out. It was hard to hang on with no saddle but the redhead just managed it. They were right above the ship, now the deck had fires dotted around, all of the cages were empty and she could see the dragon riders in the air. Merida tried to see Hiccup, Astrid and Toothless anywhere, then she finally spotted Astrid, reaching to her dragon, but just behind the blonde Viking was a other Viking man. Quickly, Merida place an arrow in her bow. As the white dragon hovered, Merida aim and fired it. The arrow flew and pinned the man's hand against the wall. Astrid turned and punched him in the head.

"Astrid where's Merida?" Hiccup asked looking around worried.

"I think she's fine, come one" Astrid reassured him before they jumped on their dragons. She didn't know how but when she saw the arrow, she had a feeling she knew who'd fired it.

Merida and the white dragon watched the others fly back to land and they followed. They reached the foggy cliffside and landed, Merida slid off the white dragon with ease. They landed the other side of the cliff the others so didn't see them.

"I think it makes us even, thank you" Merida said, her new friend purred then both heard the freed dragons roaring in the distance. Merida could tell the white dragon needed to go. "You need to help, don't you" Merida asked. The white dragon growled as if to say "yes" but the princess could see she was torn. "You're a free spirit, the last thing I want to do is to tie you down" the dragon seemed to physically relax hearing those words. Merida wanted a dragon since meeting Hiccup and Toothless but this dragon was much like her that she couldn't take her. The dragon noticed the sad look on Merida's face. The dragon came closer and licked the girl's cheek, making Merida laugh. "Thanks, we'll meet again one day. That's a promise".

Suddenly a thought came to Merida, she remembered Hiccup's story when he placed his hand on Toothless's head. She also remembered the feeling when she'd done it. Without thinking Merida reached out her hand. The dragon flinched making the princess stop, seeing this, Merida closed her eyes and reached out again. At first, the dragon was unsure what the human was doing but something was drawing her. She slowly pressed her head against Merida's hand. The redhead opened her eyes at the touch. She could feel what she had with Toothless but it was ten times stronger. Both knew they had a bond. An unbreakable bond.

The dragon pulled away and smiled, Merida couldn't stop smiling either. She never thought she'd have a dragon as a friend.

"Merida!" They heard Hiccup shouting. Instantly the white dragon took to the skies. Merida watched as she turned invisible, as if disappearing into thin air.

"Merida" The princess turned to see Hiccup running up to her with the Night Fury behind him. He ran up to her and kiss her. Merida felt his relief and worry in it, she kissed him back to reassure him. "Oh Mer, I was so worried…"

"I'm fine Hic" Merida said rubbing his cheek to calm him. "I managed to escape on one of dragons and landed here".

"Oh, and the dragon?" Hiccup asked and Toothless purred curiously.

"Oh, it flew off" Merida replied which was true.

"I'm just so glad you're ok" Hiccup said before holding on to his princess.

They then heard footsteps and the others joined them.

"Merida, thank the gods you made it" Astrid said.

"Aye, I'm glad as well" Merida answered.

"Well, we better get back home, it's getting late" Hiccup said. They got on their dragons and set off into the evening sky. Later that night, the teens sat around the fire, enjoying meat and telling each other about their rescue.

"You should have seen me firing fireballs at those suckers" Snotlout said proudly.

"Yeah, before you fell off Hookfang before they shot at you" Tuffnut said and Ruffnut chuckled. Snotlout look on sulkily.

"I noticed a few new species of dragons. We definitely need to study them" Fishlegs said to Hiccup.

Merida couldn't help but think of the white dragon when she heard that. She thought about telling them but after meeting her, she knew she wanted to stay hidden. She also knew Hiccup would drop everything and go off to search for her. She didn't want to keep this from him, but even if she wanted to she did not know where to start.

"Merida, what's wrong?" Hiccup asked. She saw Hiccup and Astrid looking concerned.

"Oh nothing, just tired. Too much excitement" Merida reassured them. She felt Hiccup's arm around her, she smiled at him as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Mer, were you the one who shot that arrow that stopped my attacker" Astrid asked Merida.

"Aye"

"I knew it, thanks. I'm impressed. From that distance, you definitely need to show me your skills tomorrow" Astrid commented.

"You're on" Merida replied. Both girls grinned.

"See, I knew you'd get along" Hiccup said giving a sheepish grin which made both Merida and Astrid giggle.

He was right, Merida was having a wonderful time here and had made great friends. At that moment, Merida noticed an outline in the sky. She recognised it instantly as the white dragon, the dragon flew across the moon before it disappeared again. The princess hoped one day they would meet again.

"Good night, Light Fury".

[p4nishers]

i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.

like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.

meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.

and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.

it's truly like:

obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?

cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?

obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.

cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?

obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–

cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]

obi wan:

obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.

it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–

anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.

[banditcoyote]

Wrangled and Tangled

Sasuga stood by the sink washing the last of the dishes from tonights meal. She smiled softly to herself as her tail flicked behind her, happy about the sets of cups and plates she had picked out, feeling domesticated and settled looking over the two sets of dishes her and her lover had shared, something about them in the drying rack felt almost romantic to her. But maybe it was just the way the sunset was showing so pink and purple over the water that was making her feel that way, the cool summer breeze blowing in from the open Lanai. She hummed to herself a little as she dried her hand and reached for the first plate, ready to dry them herself, when the dish cloth was plucked out of her hands swiftly.

“Let me take care of that.” Simon said perching himself onto the counter and starting to dry one of their plates.

“All the left overs put away?” she asked leaning against the counters and bringing her wine to her lips.

“Most of them.” he said with a nod. “Except for the second helping I couldn’t resist, which is now residing in my stomach.”  

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said with a nod, moving to cozy up to him just a little bit, her eyes full of warmth, and maybe a bit of mischief. “Maybe we can enjoy some other things when you’re done putting those dishes away.” She said with a curl to her lips.

Simon returned the smile and took a moment to lean down to kiss her easily, drawing back with a little hum. “I can think of some things for sure.” He added. “But before we get too distracted.” He placed the clean plate down on the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ring box and placing it on the counter next to her hand. “Happy Anniversary.”

Sasuga froze at the sight of the small velvet box and her large eyes went wide, slowly looking up into Simon’s face, searching for the meaning.

Simon at once realizing what she might have thought smiled and blushed. “I know we’ve talked about it, but this is just a promise ring.”  Sasuga let go of the breath she was holding with some relief. He picked the box up and opened it. “See?” inside was a thing gold band with a small rose quartz crystal cut into the shape of a heart that side horizontal to the finger. He reached for her left hand and slid it on to her ring finger kissing it into place. “I love you Sasuga, I know that this might not be perfect, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Sasuga looked to the ring on her finger, feeling tears pull at the corner of her eyes. He hopped down from the counter “Oh no….is it too much? I know we said we weren’t going to do anything, that dinner was enough but-“

She shook her head “Don’t be stupid.” She said choking back her emotions. “I love it. I love you….Thank you.” She looked at the ring again before reaching up to tug on one of his horns pulling him down into a kiss. “Forget the dishes….come on.” She said, her tail already snaking up around his waist to guide him toward their bedroom.

Coyote woke up with a start, staring up into the dark ceiling above him. He contemplated for a moment what that dream could have meant, and his jaw tightened in his face. Did Sasuga sleep with Simon while he was away, it was the only rule he had given. Or maybe that had made the whole thing more enticing for the two of them. Still, why would Sasuga end up with Simon, he had the feeling he was absent, that house not looking familiar to him in the slightest. He closed his eyes again, almost willing it to come back to him, but some of the finer details were already fading from his memory, and all he remembered was the way the pair looked longingly at each other before they kissed. He gave a little growl and pushed himself up quickly to throw on some jeans and a shirt.

“Coyote?” Shishi asked lifting his head from where he was curled up on one of the pillows. “Where are you going?” he asked rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

“I’m heading back to the Makai” he told Shishi as he pulled his shirt down over his torso.

The imp eyed the view appreciatively before his senses snapped back to him. “Should I be worried?” he asked knowing of Coyote’s sometimes prophetic dreams, and he wondered if he had some type of vision of Sasuga’s fights. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Coyote shook his head. “No. No. It’s nothing like that it’s….” only he wasn’t entirely sure he could begin to really understand it himself. He shook his head “Sasuga’s fine. I just need to see her. I only had that one other show at the end of the week anyway, stay here, I’ll go tell Russell to pack everything up and head on home. You’ll be fine finding a flight right? I mean, stay the night, don’t leave on my account.”

Shishi laughed “Oh it was that kind of dream was it?” he grinned. “Okay, Well, tell her I said hello and get back safely.” He said as he yawned and laid back down to sleep. “I’m sure Kurama and Gatlin will be happy to have me home, if they haven’t torn each other apart yet…”

Coyote slapped on his cowboy hat and grabbed a jacket though he felt his skin burning. “And you remember what we said about this right?” he asked as he headed toward the door.

“My lips are sealed.” Shishi murmured. “Not a word to anyone”

“Especially to Sasuga.” He confirmed hand on the door.

“Especially Sasuga.” Shishi promised “She’d probably be more upset with me than you anyway” and waved him off.

Coyote found himself easily at his ring manager’s trailer, pounding on the door. He felt bad to be waking Russell up like this but he knew he couldn’t just disappear in the middle of the night and leave Shishi to explain for  him, things looked weird enough having him around. Russell answered the door, looking as if he was still blinking back sleep. “Coyote, everything alright?” he asked looking around.

“No…Um no, there was a fire back at the ranch.” He said lying on his feet. Thinking easily of the fire at Thom’s he could use as a cover even if the time line wouldn’t match up. He figured it would never get back to Russell anyways. The manager looked concerned. “It’s nothing big, a small one thank god, no one hurt, but I really should get out there, I know we only have the exhibit at the end of the week so I was just going to head home now. Would that be too much of a pain for ya’ll to handle?”

Russell cleared the sleep from his eyes with his hand “Yeah, yeah I can handle it no problem. Take care, hope it’s as small as you say.” He said and headed back to his bed.

Coyote made one more stop, saying farewell to Poncho in his trailer, before he headed towards the nearest portal in the woods, which was still pretty far, and Coyote had to be careful no one saw him as he slipped into the woods and transformed, having to sprint as fast as he could to reach the portal before daylight. He was glad he had the foresight to try and keep his motorcycle as close to him as possible, as the only other way he could have gotten there was to fly back home and then race to her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand being on a plane the way he was feeling.  All cooped up without being able to run or move, or do anything. It would have been torture, not like the past few weeks hadn’t been. The time away from Sasuga had been harder than he’d like to admit, and he already knew he would never plan on being away from her like this again. All the time away from her he had felt like pulling his skin off. He had helped Thom around her house before he left, and at the rodeo he did more of the manual work than anyone really wanted him to. He ran Poncho as often as he felt he could without causing the poor animal too much strain, and then would run laps as fast as he could as long as he could well into the night. But it was never enough, the women that tried to greet him as soon as he stepped out of the rodeo corral still enticed him to the point he had to nearly run back to his RV. All that hair, perfume, and how the hell where they making such good bras now adays? Though he was sure that some of breasts out there weren’t only held up by a bra but maybe some type of surgery, that didn’t sway him away any. Then the fact that in some of the more populous areas there were actual demon women in the crowds, and those he really had to avoid. He was sure they’d sense something about him, and he was doing his best to be incognito. Luckily his prior years of fooling around with plenty of the women at these things rarely had any of his crew spotting him being social, so now that he was hiding out on his own it went unnoticed. Coyote tried to run himself ragged, exercise, the rodeo, his variety of plants and a few sex toys paired unironically with the body pillow he had snuck on board, none of it had done the exact trick. Which had then led him to call Shishi. It had been a long shot, but it didn’t take much convincing getting him to come out to see him in secret, even if he was a bit miffed at having to mostly stay hidden at the events. Coyote let him have the pass into where the wives or girlfriend’s normally sat, and he posed in his refinery during the events when it fancied him. It had helped tire him out, but he still hadn’t been getting enoug

He thought he could remain out here for the full month, and they had gotten so close, it was almost silly to run now. But after the dream with her and Simon he just couldn’t deny the ache he felt for his mate any longer and he had to find his way back to her. Dawn was just about to break as he reached the portal and he wasted no time heading through it and heading towards where he had hidden his bike. He felt like a dog that had gotten a scent, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to her. **** Four days later still hours from dawn, Coyote stashed the bike behind the hotel, barely taking care to hide it, and stumbled into the lobby. He had all the faith in the world that Sasuga was still in the tournament, and held the most hope that meant she was still in the hotel room that he had the key stashed for. He limped into the lobby where the clerk paled at the site of him. “Sir….” He said rushing around the desk and towards him. “Do you need a medic?” he asked looking him over.

Coyote didn’t waste the energy to speak to him and only shook his head as he stumbled forward before catching his balance again. He knew what he looked like, but wasn’t stopped as it was clear the clerk in his pristine uniform was afraid to touch him at all.

“Is there someone I can call?” he said walking along side him as Coyote shuffled to the elevator, bracing himself against the lobby wall and causing a smear of blood to press into the wall paper.

Coyote considered it for a moment, but shook his head again. If Sasuga was still in the tournament this late in the game there was a chance she was injured as well, and he wanted her to save her strength for fighting. He’d be okay. He just needed a shower, some stitches, and her.

The clerk did not follow him into the elevator, being the main hotel for the tournament he was surely not the only injured guest they received, and he retreated back to their desk, probably to call for maintenance to clean up whatever other mess Coyote had left behind him. He leaned against the wall as it started it’s ascension toward the upper floors, again leaving a smear of dirt and blood where his shoulder braced himself. A few droplets of blood dripping from somewhere onto the floor. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach it’s destination, the doors pausing once as a couple was about to get on, but after seeing him let him go on without a question. Coyote almost passed out, unsure if it was from blood loss or exhaustion, but the dinging and wooshing of the doors riled him, and he staggered out into the hallway. Knowing he was so close to Sasuga spurred him on, and he was relieved to find that the card key still worked. He let himself into the hotel room, finding it dark and quiet and he did his best to move with stealth into the bathroom. He passed the bed and spotted Sasuga sleeping peacefully by herself, he was grateful for this because with the rage that was still somewhat in his veins if he had found Simon with her he might have taken a regrettable action. In that moment iat took everything in him to not simply cover her with himself, though with how dirty he was he knew it would only concern her more. There was blood in his mouth and under his fingernails, matting his hair down and sticking to his hat. Better to clean himself up first, and he shut the bathroom door behind him before turning on the light.

He did his best not to look at himself in the mirror, but finding it a necessity to assess some of the damage. If he had made it this far like this it couldn’t have been too bad. Still he was in rough shape. Not only was his face cut, bruised, and swollen, but he had also lost enough weight that he appeared gaunt under the torn and dirty clothes he wore. He slowly undressed, assessing each wound, fresh bruises forming on top of old ones, some cuts that were still bleeding every time he moved, gashes that would no doubt need to be closed up. He hissed as some of the clothing stuck to him where blood had dried, let his effects fall to the floor, his gun empty and tucked back in his holster, and stepped into the shower letting the water strike at his feet until it was warm enough to step into. He braced himself against the wall, letting it flow over his hair and down his back, feeling the sense of relief start to fill him as well. He had made it, he was close to resting, and he was close to his mate, that was all he could ask for right now.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“C’mon, Keith, let me in.”

“Go away, Lance, I’m fine,” Keith calls for what feels like the four billionth time in three minutes. He grabs a pillow and shoves it over his face, letting out a scream.

After several minutes of screaming, he takes the pillow away from his face and takes a deep breath, trying to find some peace in the silence.

Wait. Silence? Did Lance finally leave?

As soon as he has the thoughts, there’s a heavy sigh from behind the door. Despite himself, Keith’s lips quirk up. As much as he’s pretty sure he wants to be alone right now, Lance’s persistence is sweet.

“I guess I’ll just sleep in the hall tonight, I guess,” Lance says morosely.

Keith raises an eyebrow, even though no one but him can see it. “You have your own bed, you know.”

“Oh, there’s some sort of hugely poisonous Altean mold in my room, so Coran says I can’t go in until he deals with it. Not that I would, anyway, because that’s fucking disgusting and I will be throwing out or thoroughly cleaning everything in that damn room, ew.”

Keith sits straight up, looking worriedly at the door.

“Is there seriously deadly mold in your room?”

Another desolate sigh. “Yeah. Sucks, I can’t even use my blankets from in there. I’ll have to steal some of Pidge’s.”

Keith gets to his feet, looking around for something to cover his head. He can’t very well leave Lance to sleep in the goddamn hallway, but he doesn’t want Lance to see it either.

Finally, his eyes zero in on Lance’s jacket, which he must have left behind before they ran out to that distress call this morning. Perfect.

He shrugs on the jacket, a little small on him around the shoulders and a little short overall, but the hood is nice and big. He tugs it over his head and cinches it closed, so you can barely even see his face. He looks ridiculous, but it’s better than the alternative.

He opens the door, not too widely. Before he can even blink, Lance ducks under his arm and rushes into the room, planting himself stubbornly beside the bed.

Oh, that fucker.

Keith glares at him. “There’s no mold in your room, is there.”

“Nope.”

“That’s manipulative, you know.”

“Mhm. Super effective, too.”

Keith glares harder at Lance. The asshole doesn’t even look remotely apologetic. He looks satisfied with himself, actually.

“And I know you’re not fine because it worked,” he continues. “You’re smarter than that. If you were fine then you’d know I’d just go sleep with Hunk in that situation.”

Lance steps forward, and keeps stepping forward, until he’s right in front of Keith. Keith doesn’t move, rooted in place.

“Tell me why you’re hiding, baby,” Lance murmurs, wrapping his arms around Keith’s neck. “Talk to me.”

“Is this why you were so insistent on coming inside?” Keith asks weakly. “Using your physical charms and wiles to get your way?”

Lance laughs softly, briefly resting his head on Keith’s chest.

Oh, this fucker! He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So you think I’m charming.”

“You know damn well that you’re charming, you wretch. Don’t give me that.”

Lance chuckles again, getting up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Keith’s nose, one of the only parts of his face visible through his cinched hoodie. “Talk to me,” he breathes out. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

Keith deflates, letting himself collapse into Lance arms. Lance doesn’t hesitate to hug him tightly. Why is he being so resistant? This is Lance. Lance, who was the first to reassure Keith when he first found out about his heritage, and the first to smack some sense into the rest of the team about it, too. (Hunk told him that Lance had gone into full lecture mode, angry hands on his hips and everything. Keith is kind of sad to have missed it.) Lance, who has been there to comfort Keith after every nightmare. Lance who loves him.

“…You know how there was that stupid anti-Galra disguise force field on that planet from this morning’s mission?”

“Mhm.”

“And you know how I’m half-Galra?”

Lance snorts. “I do know that, yes.”

“Well. There was —“ Keith hesitates. Maybe it’ll be best to just show him. “You promise not to freak out?”

Lance pulls back a little to look Keith in the — well, in the hoodie. “You’re freaking me out a bit now, I’ll be honest. Just show me, cielo.”

Keith hesitates. Fuck. Fuck! He steels himself, and then shoves off the hood in one go.

Well, he tries to, but he forgot he fucking tightened the strings and tied them together, so the hoodie gets stuck.

Lance bursts out laughing.

“S — sorry,” he wheezes, “I know this is a serious moment, but holy shit, that was funny.”

Keith huffs out a laugh as well, because it really was kinda funny.

Eventually, though, the laughter fades, and Keith gets his hoodie down with no further incidents. As the fabric falls off his head, Lance gasps.

On top of Keith’s head, among the shaggy mass of black hair, are two giant and purple Galran ears.

Lance reaches up immediately, running gentle fingertips on the edges of the ears. He grins widely, eyes scrunching up.

“Now you really are my Keithy-kat,” he teases, and something settles in Keith’s chest.

He huffs, but the corners of his mouth twitch up. Of course Lance is happy with him, still. Why did he ever doubt?

“I’m not a cat, you dork.”

“Your fluffy ears say otherwise!” Lance exclaims gleefully. He has yet to stop petting them. “Oh, the rest of the team is gonna love this —“

Keith freezes, smile dropping. Lance notices immediately.

“Oh, Keith.” He drops his hands from Keith’s ears down to his cheeks, cupping his face gently. “Baby. They’re going to be fine, promise. Hunk might poke at you a bit, because he’s inherently the nosiest person in any situation, but everything will be fine. Promise.”

“But what about —“

Lance squishes his cheeks, glaring at him sternly. “Promise,” he reiterates firmly.

“Wha’about ‘Lura?” Keith protests, voice muffled around Lance’s hands.

Lance softens immediately. “She’ll be fine. She’s had lots of time to come to terms with everything. She loves you, Keith, as much as everyone, except maybe me. Besides —“ Lance grins widely again — “I think she might find these ears heaps nicer than ‘the most hideous ears she has ever seen’.”

Keith laughs, and Lance finally releases his face, arms dropping to slide around Keith’s waist. He leans up again and presses a kiss to Keith’s cheek, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise as he does it, making Keith smile more.

“There’s that laugh. The most beautiful sound in the world, music to my ears.”

Keith rolls his eyes, face flushing. His ears twitch, too, making Lance gasp in delight.

“Keithy-kat!! You are so cute! Oh, you’re —“

Keith rolls his eyes again, leaning down to press his lips to Lance’s, shutting him up. He pulls back after a moment, pressing a kiss to Lance’s hair before resting his chin on Lance’s head, pulling him in close. Lance sighs happily, snuggling in closer.

“I love you,” Keith whispers.

“I love you too, precioso. I love you too.”

[ashwhowrites]

Run away with me part 2

Many asked for him to go after her- so here you go!

" I finally did it! I left him. I tried to call you to tell you but you obviously don't want to talk to me. Which is fine, I totally get it. I haven't left too far yet, a part of me is still holding on to you, on to the thought of us. I keep calling because I want to ask you to come with me, super hypocritical of me I know. Asking you to leave with me when I couldn't even do it. I'm leaving for California today. I'm not sure why I'm still calling. I think you not answering my past ten calls should be a sign. I'm sorry Eddie. I really am. I was so scared of what he could do to me or to you. I tried to leave him before, the night we first kissed I told him. He beat me for hours and threatened to kill you if I ever left. I promise I just wanted to keep you safe. If I could have left with you the first time I saw you, I would have. But thank you. You reminded me what it was like to fall in love. To feel loved and desired. That's something he could never take anyway from me. I love you Eddie Munson, goodbye."

Eddie wiped his face as the call ended. Throwing his phone in his pocket and running fast to the break room. Grabbing his wallet, jacket and searching everywhere for his keys.

"looking for these?" Eddie stiffened as he heard Vince from behind him. Turning around as Vince dangled the keys in the air with a smirk.

"you know I had a feeling she was a whore, and she just couldn't wait to prove me right. How long until she threw herself at you? An hour? A week?" Vince growled.

Eddie felt his body heat up in flames. Anger taking control of his thoughts, emotions and actions.

"don't you talk about her. You're a fucking asshole" Eddie spat, no fear as he marched up to him. Chest to chest.

"oh I get it. She opens her legs for you and now you want to protect her? Save her from the big bad guy?"

"Vince shut the fuck up. I'm serious" Eddie growled. He could feel himself losing even more of his cool. " She's not a whore, or a slut, or whatever name you want to call her. She wasn't desired and she went looking for it. And she found a way better man for the job" Eddie spat, shoving Vince a few feet away.

"a better man? If you were so much better, why isn't she with you?" Vince snapped. Eddie knew he wanted a reaction. He doesn't know Eddie knows that he's abusive. Vince just wants him to think that Y/N would never leave Vince, make him believe he was nothing to her but a side fuck.

"I don't need to prove that I'm a better man than you. Her and I both know that already. She's not with me right now because I'm standing here talking to you. She doesn't even like you anymore Vince. I fucked her the night you stood her up. You should have seen the dress she was wearing. So tight and short. I fucked her really good that night. And she tasted amazing. Then I fucked her for three months after that. Sometimes even in the god damn office. You were just a few feet away. Having no idea she was cumming on my cock. She was fucking a real man who knows how to treat her well. " Eddie knew he was playing with fire. He knew he was easily making himself a target.

"FUCK YOU!" Vince screamed as he shoved Eddie against the door

"NO FUCK YOU. WHAT KIND OF COWARD PUTS HIS HANDS ON A WOMEN IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Eddie screamed back. Shoving Vince even harder away from him

"she's fucking lying" Vince growled

"oh yeah? So when she told you she kissed me, you didn't hurt her? Threaten her? Threaten her with my life? Well here I am Vince. You wanted to kill me right? Let's see if you have the balls to even try. Because the second I'm done here, I'm going to her. And you can't stop shit"

Eddie felt the right hand landing on his cheek in seconds. Not wasting a second as he tacked Vince to the floor. Punching him across the face. Gripping his shirt as he brought his face closer to Vince's.

"you have no idea how bad I've wanted to do that. This is for her" Eddie growled. Landing a harder punch to Vince's nose. Enjoying the blood that splattered out.

Eddie didn't stop, he punched until he physically couldn't feel his knuckles anymore.

He was breathing hard and felt totally out of his body. Vince was coughing and spitting out blood under him. No energy to even try to get Eddie off of him.

Eddie went to land one last blow when his phone rang. Eddie looked at Vince one last time, standing up over his body. Kicking him harshly in his gut, pressing his foot into his throat. Ignoring as Vince tried to push off his leg. Eddie reached down and snatched away his keys.

He leaned down one more time, one last time he'll ever see this fucker again.

"if you ever come near her again, I will fucking murder you with my bare hands. " Eddie spit on his face as he released his foot. Not once looking back as he raced out the door.

Eddie didn't even stop at home for shit. He had no suitcase, not even sure if he has money in his wallet, all he knew was he had to go to her.

He raced to the airport, leaving his car in a random parking lot. He threw the keys on the hood. He'd never need it again and he didn't have time to work out the details.

He was racing to some gate. He wasn't sure how much time he had. And he had no idea where she would be.

He was stopped by a security guard

"sir you cannot run here"

"LISTEN YOU NEED TO HELP ME. WHERE IS THE FLIGHT THAT LEAVES FOR CALIFORNIA!" Eddie screamed in a panic. His eyes searching through all the people walking next to him

"sir. We have many flights leaving for California, which one are you on?"

"none. My girl is here and she's leaving and I need to go with. WHATEVER ONE IS LEAVING RIGHT NOW!"

"SIR CALM DOWN! The next flight to California is in two hours. I'm sorry but I think the flight she's on has taken off already"

"no that's wrong. She just called. She's here. I know she is" Eddie pleaded. Terrified that he was too late. He let his anger win and he spent too much time dealing with Vince. Eddie had a feeling that was Vince's plan all along. Purposely make sure Eddie missed the flight.

"sir let's go take a look at the next flight and see if she's in the area."

Eddie nodded and followed the guard. His eyes still searching as every girl walked past. He was praying to any God that he'd see her. That he wasn't too late.

But as he reached the gate, and her face wasn't anywhere in the crowd. He knew he was too late. He had three weeks to pick up the phone. Three weeks to just give her the chance to explain. Three weeks he ignored her. And now he was out of time.

She gave him three weeks and he didn't try until the last call.

~~

She had a feeling he wasn't going to come. She didn't blame him for it. He was getting tossed around in her life and didn't feel like he was a set plan. She hated that she made him have to walk away. That she left him no choice but to leave her.

Pathetically she stretched those three weeks out as long as she could. She wanted to leave the state right away, but wanted to wait to see if he would change his mind. He never did and now she sat on a plane to California, alone.

~~

Eddie raced back out of the airport. Sprinting for his car. The gods above must have looked out for the idiot because his keys were still there. He grabbed them fast and jumped in his car.

He didn't make the flight

But he sure as hell wasn't giving her up now

He would drive every mile and lose every gallon of gas before anything else stopped him from making it to her.

~~

Eddie had no idea how long it took to get to California. A few days? He stopped a few times to sleep, barely eating and refusing to take any bathroom breaks until he felt the need to explode.

But once he made it into California all he had to do was call her. He had to pray that she would pick up. He wouldn't blame her if she never did.

He sat on the hood of his car. Tapping his foot as he heard the phone ring and ring

"Eddie?"

"hey babygirl, where are we staying?" He asked

"I'm sorry what?" She asked

"I'm in California. Did you really think I wasn't coming after you?" He teased

"are you serious?"

"send me the address and I'll show you how serious I am"

~~

She stared out the window of her small hotel for what seemed like hours. Waiting for his family car to pull into the parking lot.

She felt herself smile as the familiar car pulled in front of her door. Rushing to it to open it, not even giving him a second to make it out of his car fully, she ran in his arms.

He easily caught her, leaning against the car door as he hugged her back. Squeezing her tightly.

"I can't believe you came" she sobbed into his arms

"of course I did baby. I'm so sorry I missed the flight. I had to deal with Vince" he snapped. Even the name made his blood boil

"you what?" She asked, pulling away. Now noticing his bruised eye and split lip

"oh my God Eddie!" She held his face softly. Tracing over his bruised eye softly, her heart cracked when he flinched

"should've seen the other guy" he tried to joke but she didn't crack a smile.

"I'm fine baby. Trust me" he smiled, kissing her lips softly.

"are you really staying?" She spoke softly

"yeah baby. Just you and me now"

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