#whooo first full fic!

[reiderwriter]

I’ve watching the episode where Reid kisses the actress. Could you write a fic where the reader is in the BAU and is best friends with Reid but has a secret crush on Reid which is obvious to everyone on the team but Reid and she is so jealous of the actress and the teams teases her about it?

A/N: Hello! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it~♡

Warnings: none, hints of bi-reader, but like...come on.

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Your “too obvious, plain as day, nearly embarrassing” schoolgirl crush on Spencer Reid was taking too long to fizzle out naturally. 

When you'd met the man, and your heart fluttered, you knew you'd have to go through the motions: you'd hope, grow fonder of the man, dream about him, then cringe, get ick, and ultimately you'd achieve the ultimate crush death. 

You were stuck somewhere between hope and dream, still, and had taken a wrong turn somewhere leading to nearly Hozier-levels of desperate longing. 

5 months assisting the BAU as a press liaison, working as JJ's assistant on more public facing cases had landed you here. 

And what better case for you to spread your wings on than one in Los Angeles itself, starring the famous Lila Archer. 

When Gideon and Reid had called the case in, you'd been eager not to seem too eager. You'd never been out of Quantico on a case before, usually shacking up in an office to shout down phone lines as reporters on the press room floor telling them they were scum of the earth for sensationalizing murder. JJ had obviously taught you to have a more nuanced conversation that that, but your inner thoughts were still allowed. 

But LA was a different kettle of fish, and Hotch appreciated that. It didn't quite help that you visibly perked up when you heard Reid himself had a hand in calling it into the team. A high-school classmate and a jet ride later, you were excited and ready to greet Spencer Reid. And Lila Archer. 

She was so pretty it was intimidating to even breathe the same air as her, a magnetism that drew everyone in the room closer to her just as Spencer drew you towards him. 

You tried not to see the obvious attraction the two had to each other, but the bile rose in your throat every time you thought about the case. The sour twinge of jealousy became a constant on the case, as your efforts to save Lila from her stalker also pushed her closer and closer to Spencer. 

And that wasn't even accounting for the fact that you'd suddenly become tongue-tied around them.

Spencer had asked you multiple times how you were enjoying your first time out in the field, and the most you could muster was a nod and a stammered “it's been good, I guess.”

With Lila, it was worse. You couldn't even tell her your name, and had overheard her politely asking Reid for it a few times every time you'd dropped coffee off in their vicinity. 

Your school girl crush was hitting the first heartbreak road bump at full speed, and dear god, you were not ready for the car crash. 

You tried to psych yourself out of it, to clear your mind and remain professional, but one tabloid cover after wrapping the case ended that for you completely. 

“Whooo, Spencer, my man! I knew you were a pretty boy, I didn't know you had game like that!” 

The tabloid had been dropped on his desk by Derek loudly and had quickly drawn a crowd when they'd seen the resulting red flush from the man of the hour. 

He'd snatched up the gossip rag pretty quickly, but not before you'd gotten a glimpse of the cover. You recognised Lila’s pool, then Lila herself, then the man she was passionately making out with as you felt your heart crack in two. 

You'd stuck like a fly on the wall and quietly joined in the teasing as you swallowed all of your ugly emotions at once. 

“And in the pool, too, Spencer, that's crazy. Look at Y/N. She can't believe it herself!” You forced a small giggle past your lips and hoped the others couldn't tell how fake it was. You stuck out a few more minutes of conversation before nearly running back to JJ's, thankfully empty office. 

The tears were silent. 

You berated yourself for even letting them fall. An unrequited love wasn't the end of the world - especially considering you had to work with Reid, see him every day. 

It took you months to get over it. Not that you ever fully managed it.

You simply told yourself that you'd never felt that way in the first place, gaslighting yourself into believing there was no feelings and thus no heartbreak. 

After a month of haunting the office with your general gloom, you got into the flow of it and truly convinced yourself you were over it. 

And you were until everyone started talking about it all over again. 

“Spencer, I heard your lady friend is going to be in a real blockbuster soon. Congrats!” Morgan clapped the man on the shoulder as he walked past, discarding his coat at his desk as he arrived for work. 

You gripped your coffee mug slightly tighter as you wished the conversation would blow over. 

“Reid has a lady friend? Oh, please do not spare the details,” Emily jumped in, eager to integrate herself into the team now that she was in it. 

“You know that actress, Lila Archer? We babysat her on a case a couple of months back, and she took quite the liking to our little genius-” 

“Morgan, stop-” Reid groaned, flushing yet again at the mention of the whole scenario. 

“Okay, I'll back off,” the older man said quickly. “If you can tell me honestly, you don't still have that tabloid cover in the second draw of your desk.”

You tried to stand and walk away from the conversation without drawing any attention to yourself, but the tension in your body left you stiff and less than graceful. You tripped on the corner of your desk on your way out but didn't pause to even listen to the others' call after you in your haste to clear the venom burning in your throat. 

You were fine and happy to ignore your emotions, but you realized then that kind of tactics would only work if everybody else managed to avoid them, too. 

You calmed your pace to a wall and took a series of deep breaths, trying to rationalize your departure to yourself. 

“I'm busy. There's some files I need to pull anyway, so I'm just going to file storage. That's why I left my desk. That's all, I'm fine.” 

Your small pep talk didn't rewrite history, though, and you still felt a cloud of envy following you around.

He kept her picture. In his drawer. 

Truth be told, you weren't expecting it to hurt this bad. 

You heard footsteps come up behind you, so you quickly ducked into the empty elevator, not quite ready to face anyone yet. A hand caught it just as you were about to be left alone, though, and Spencer joined you in the elevator. 

You weren't exactly shocked to see him. He'd been just as uncomfortable with the topic of conversation as you had, if not more so. You just wished you hadn't been in the same place now. 

“Sorry, I need some files.” 

Great, you were going to the same place as well. You just nodded slightly and gave him a tight-lipped smile as you travelled down to the place you'd both chosen as an escape. 

“Back there, you left…” Spencer started, fidgeting awkwardly next to you in the elevator.

“You left pretty abruptly.”

“I remembered I needed some files.’

“Right, right…”

The silence that stretched between you was thick and suffocating, and you begged the elevator to move faster. 

“I don't, by the way.” He spoke up again, awkwardly clearing his throat before continuing. “I don't still have that tabloid. There is a picture in that drawer, but it's not…that one.” 

“A different picture of Lila, then?’ You tried to keep your tone light, but even while trying your hardest, you couldn't keep the bitterness out of your tone.

The elevator reached its destination, but you both held back for a few seconds, and neither of you was quite sure what to say anymore. 

“She kissed me, you know.” Spencer said, facing you now, pinning you in place with his attention. 

“Yes, Spencer. Well aware, I saw the photo, too.” 

“No.. no, I mean, she kissed me.” 

“Loud…loud and clear,” you said, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to drown out all of the noise. 

“Y/N, I don't think you're hearing me.” 

“Oh, and I should be paying attention to you recounting the time an actress decided you were worthy of your time and tried to mount you in a swimming pool? I need to hear about how her tongue felt being pushed down your throat?” 

The words jumped out of you, and you had no way to stop them once they started. Instead, you simply shoulder checked your way out of the still elevator and marched your way to the file room. 

“Y/N, I'm sorry, please just hear me out,” you heard Spencer calling out to you, but you didn't stop or turn around. 

“Y/N, I'm trying to explain, please just-” You heard him groan in frustration as you kept up your pace and felt slightly satisfied that he was having such a hard time. A solid hand on your wrist pulling you back wiped any smile you had on your face clean off, especially as you were pulled into a somewhat solid chest and a hand tipped your head up to meet his own. 

To say you hadn't imagined the moment that Spencer Reid kissed you for the first time would be a lie. You thought it would be sweet and small, an awkward peck if nothing else that led to giggles and more innocent chaste kisses and possibly an illusive hug. 

Instead, you were pushed back against the nearest wall, pinned up by your wrists, and robbed of all of your breath as Spencer kissed you until you were seconds from passing out. 

Even after you both came up from air, he released your wrists so he could angle your head back up to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss the second time around. 

Stunned was not the word. 

And though you were completely taken unaware by the kiss, that didn't mean you weren't eagerly reciprocating. 

You kept your wits about you as his tongue parted your lips, leaning into him as you savored the moment. 

It didn't stop the confusion after you finally broke apart, though. 

“What…the…fuck, Spencer?” You said between gasps, chest heaving. He let your wrists go awkwardly, hands trailing down to your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders.

“You weren't…listening. Needed a different strategy.” 

“Well, I'm all ears now.” 

He nodded and then took another moment to catch his breath before relinquishing you from his hold and putting a bit of space between you. 

“I didn't kiss Lila Archer. I didn't particularly want..to?” He cleared his throat and continued. 

“She kinda just grabbed me? And did it? There was a pool too, so I was trying not to choke on water and chlorine and hair everywhere. Like, she just grabbed me-” 

“Like you just did?” 

“Like I just… did, yeah, like that.” 

You weren't sure what to do or say anymore. So you just nodded and stood there, and so did he. 

“That's not to say that I didn't enjoy this kiss. It wasn't just to illustrate the point. It kind of was, in the sense that it helped you understand what happened before, and that I hope it will help you realize the point of this conversation-” 

“Which is?” 

“I like you.” He said, finally pausing his rambling to look you in the eyes. 

“I like you, and I didn't want you to misunderstand.” 

“Oh. Oh right.” 

You both stood there looking at each other and looking away in a loop, neither talking or breaking the silence until you both tried to. 

“What about y-” 

“Kiss me again.” 

Reid blinked at you a few more times, trying to work through your words. 

“Kiss me again” you repeated, stepping away from the wall and closer to Reid as he still just stared at you. 

“We're still working, what if someone walks past?” 

“Didn't stop you the first time.”

“But-”

You cut him off quickly, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to your level, locking lips with him again. 

When you again came up for breath, possibly much longer after the time a second kiss should last, both of you just laughed again. 

“I was jealous.” You said, looking up at him, ready to bare yourself to him now that he'd given a confession of his own. “Of Lila. Of you for being adored like that by someone so cool. But mostly of Lila.”

“Because?” 

“Because I like you, too,” you said, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Nice. Cool, that's great. I like that you like me, too. I like you, hey, I like us,” you cut off his rambling quickly with another small kiss and pulled away.

“So the picture?" You asked, backing away down the hall as he stood and watched you.

"Hmm?"

"The one in your desk."

"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turned bright pink.

"Penelope gave me this picture from the Christmas party. It's, uh, me and you."

You smiled brightly before turning to leave, the bile of jealousy that had been consuming you turned magically to butterflies in the space of two kisses.

[sherewrytes]

Ms. Good Grip

Inspired by this song

If you know you know. If you don't know how you know. Wanted to drop a fic with a more Caribbean inspo.

C.W : smut, Caribbean dialect, overstimulation, Caribbean black reader. Dom ony. Y/N be actin out

Your fav cousin wedding reception was in full swing. Drinks pouring, shots passing, weed smoke in the air all elders already left. You knew your boyfriend Ony wasn't used to Caribbean style parties. The pacing was completely from the usual parties he's used to. He was faded and tipsy, hands gripping your hips catching every whine you threw his way. You were completely bent over, if it wasn`t for your updo your hair would be touching the floor with how far you were bent over. You both took a break from dancing to get some drinks and more food before everyone's greedy ass ate it all up.

The song changed to Alkaline's on Fleek. As soon as you heard,

Whooo gyal yo pum, pum Gyal, yuh pum pum, Gyal, yuh pum pum on fleek.

You joined your other wild ass cousins in the dance circle and began whining. You made sure to position yourself right in front of Ony. You were secretly putting on all this show for him. All the weed and drinks had you wanting him. He looked so good in his semi casual fit You whined slowly at first slowly going lower to match the intro of the song staring him dead in his eyes while he smoked a joint with a bottle of Stag beer in his hand. His shades resting slightly lower on his nose. You watch him beckon you over with a finger, but you ignored him only because you loved riling him up at times, it makes the sex better.

You felt a hand grip your waist; you knew instantly it wasn't Ony's, but you decided to give the guy a lil dance. You cousin Shanice side eyed know mothing " Aye, you always lookin' for problems. You know how Ony's gonna react." You laughed saying "Oh well, small thing."

(Small thing- Trini slang for No big deal)

You heard the Dj scratch and the song changed to Spice's Jim Screechie

You were singing the song loud and clear while throwing it back on the random guy.

"And your gyal a watch you hard, but me no matter that Hold me tight and don't let me go Whine with me and me a whine with you"

You were giving him a wicked whine knowing for a fact that kinda whining is reserved for Ony but you thought "Oh well." The guy had one hand on your hips pulling you back against his hips while almost dry fuckin you on the makeshift dance floor. You felt a hand grab your wrist and pulled you. You looked up and saw it was Ony pulling you off the makeshift dance floor away from everyone.

"You got me fucked up; you know that. Are you goin out of your head or sum." Ony said his voice gruff with annoyance. You on the other hand were turned on by hearin' him this way. You smirked "It's just a dance Ony. I know you're suffering from not accustom. You bein' a black American I know you won't know much about my culture and shit."

You watch Ony's eye widen with annoyance "Oh really, you really wanna go that route with me. Imma give you a last chance to take that shit back." You rolled your eyes and giggled. "Still just a lil dance Ony." You attempted to walk away big mistake.

You knew it was your fault you were now in this situation. Your hands pressed and pinned against the toilet door with your back arched. Ony was feeding deep, hard strokes. You had to way to move, one of his hands pinned your hands against the door while the other was between your spread thighs rubbing your clit.

You felt your wetness run down your thigh, you were making a mess of yourself. You were coming again. You were pleading with him to take it easy on you "Ony 'm sor-sorry...please I can't"

"Nah, you can't, you weren't whining out there on him like you couldn't so nah you gon' take this dick. It's what you wanted right."

You were panting, moaning moaning his name as fucked you harder. You were now pressed against the door, his hand now pressed against the side of your neck. Between the hard slaps of his hips against yours and the song blaring in the background, you were losing your mind. You came twice already and feeling the third one fast approaching. He was rubbing your twitching clit. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out faster than you realized. Your lust filled sobs were shaking your body and his, it only made him want to fuck you harder.

"Ony! Ony! Ouuu fuck I'm sorry 'm sorry please please please slow down." He stopped only to turn you over so you can be face to face as he lifted you up and pinned your back against the door again. You were both face to face. Ony's eyed still red from smoking.

"You always tryna test me and push me Y/N huh. You don't fuckin listen....actin up and showin out for WHO. that dude..playin' too much."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your stomach clenched, you saw Ony smirk and slid his hand between both of your bodies and press down on your stomach. Your eyes widen while tears brimmed the corner. "Ouuu fuck! shit Ony..didn't mean to do it. why you fuckin me like this."

Ony tried to reign in his anger but her couldn't he felt it coming back, only pushing him to thrust deeper and harder "Don't play dumb with me Y/N you know I'm actin' like this."

Between Ony tearin your shit up and the music thumping in the background, you were close to another orgasm, tears now running down your face. Ony's hips practically pinning you between him and the door. Ony leaned in and kissed your tears away.

Ony finds your silence a bit annoying. After what felt like minutes, his hand gripped your throat. Through your teary eyes you could see you pushed Ony a bit to far but then again he knew how you were. He loved you for it.

Ony felt your body shivering against his. He kept feeding you deep, hard strokes which you were sure if the music wasn't loud as fuck everyone could hear. He felt his vexation simmering in his veins.

"Ony..please..I love you. I...Ony!" you pleaded. Ony rolled his eyes tired of hearing the same things over and over again come out of your mouth.

"Nah, love me, that's crazy Y/N. Do you really love me Y/N?" "I do Ony! I do. I won't do this shit again I swear...just.."

You were gripping around his dick so tightly he could feel his balls twitching and he fucked you against the door harder. He knew you loved pushing his buttons as much as you loved him. he wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, trying to go deep as he possibly can. You were so overstimulated you were shaking while pressed between the door and him.

"Fuck Y/N you're squeezin' me Gonna nut" you felt him fill you up groaning into your ear. You knew the amount he just came in you would leak out.

Ony sat you on the bathroom counter, helped you clean up then he cleaned up himself. You cleaned your face with make up wipes you had in your bag and reapplied your make up Ony smirked "You gon behave now my love" "Yes Ony I will"

You went back out the wedding party holding hands and smiling.

[traceyc-uk]

*comes up with crazy idea and drops in your inbox*

*honestly have no idea how I came up with this. I just love owls and Hooty and thought your mc and mine would get along. I wanted to have a first meeting before the birthday fic. And I was like in a melancholy mood so sorry. Also context her cat died but this would have become much longer. ILY bye.*

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It was a crisp late winter midnight, the moon shining ethereal in the frigid sky, its pale light bouncing off the hair of a girl creeping through the trees.

Johanna was once again hunting poachers in the Forbidden Forest, her favorite past time when she wanted to blow some steam. She wasn't one to let herself feel them, but distracted herself instead.

She had just finished off one camp when she heard a “who, who, whooo..." coming from a tree nearby and an answer from a little ways away. At first she thought it might have been her barn owl Silo, but then remembered that barn owls screeched and didn't hoot. Curious she moved to investigate, ears straining to listen carefully.

Winter was the breeding season of owls and she just hoped that she would be able to witness the beauty of an owl courtship. She had always wanted to see one and it would be such a special honor if she could now. A sign, of peace, that everything would be okay. That life moved on. A little smile curved her lips when she heard it again.

A hollow tree stood in the middle of a clearing, stark white like bone in the moonlight, an owl on the top right branch. "Hello beautiful," she whispered. It blinked its huge eyes at her. She looked around for its mate, but saw nothing. She furrowed her brow, confused. "Where is your-" A loud hoot from behind her made her jump.

"Hoot! Hoot hoot hoot!" She turned just to see a unicorn charging at her, diving away just in time to avoid it. A dark haired boy about her height was chasing it around the clearing, hooting to the owl insistently through gasps and pants. "I'm just trying to help you!" He shouted at the unicorn. "Why make this hard?!" The owl finally flew off the branch and dropped the sack he had been sitting on, into the boys arms. The boy sighed gratefully. "Thank you Hooty! But couldn't you have done that sooner?"

Johanna watched him chase around the unicorn a little longer, trying not to laugh before she finally stepped out of the shadows and into their sight as he started to pull out his wand. She stepped in front of the unicorn and held up a hand, unmoving as it ran full speed at her. “Shhh…” she murmured softly. The horse reared and the boy screamed at her to move but she did not, even as the hooves seemed to crash down on her. Instead they landed directly in front of her, and the unicorn calmed as she murmured soft words and stroked its nose.

When the unicorn was finally in his back he turned to her in awe, his dark eyes wide and shining. “How did you do that? That was amazing!” Johanna couldn’t help but blush. “Lots of practice I guess,” she said with a shrug. “I learned after a while that using spells on them make them fear you more.” He smiled sheepishly, “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. I should know better after all the times I’ve accidentally jinxed my animals.”

She snorted and flicked his tie. “Typical Slytherin, charging into things without thinking. Ambition without wit is your boon. But you’re quick to learn, I’ll give you that. As for jinxing animals you’re not alone.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and laughed. “Yeah we are like that sometimes.” Then he straightened up, running a hand through his messy hair. “Say, what are you doing here anyway?” “I thought your owl had a mate. So I was investigating so see them together.” Johanna sighed, clearly disappointed. She tried to conceal the tears welling in her eyes. But they weren’t missed.

The boy reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “What else is wrong?” She pulled away, turning her face so he wouldn’t see the traitorous tear that had escaped her brown eyes. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Just killed some poachers.” His eyes narrowed as he gazed at Johanna, his hand still on her shoulder. “You’re not fine,” he said gently. “I can see it in your face. You’re hurting and it’s not just about the poachers.”

Johanna’s face remained turned away, but her shoulders tensed, and her voice was barely above a whisper. “You don’t know anything about me.”

The boy's grip on her shoulder tightened, and he took a step closer. "I may not know you or your secrets, but I know what it's like to be alone in the dark. I know what it's like to feel like you're drowning in your own emotions."

Johanna's eyes flashed towards him, a spark of anger igniting within them. "You don't know anything about being alone," she spat, her voice low and venomous. “You’re a Slytherin, born with high status and pureblood. You’ve never had one fight for anything in your life.”

The boy's face remained calm, his eyes never leaving hers although they now contained some well concealed anger. "You're wrong. I was born a shame, a squib," he admitted. "And I’ve had my fair share of pain and loss. My professor who was like a father died last year, my best friend used me. I have to navigate a powerful and dangerous magic on my own. I know what it's like to feel like you're adrift, with no anchor to hold onto."

Johanna's anger faltered, her gaze softening as she took in the boy's words. Was he like her?

For a moment, they stood there, the only sound the soft rustling of the trees in the wind.

"I'm sorry," Johanna whispered, her voice barely audible. He gave a weak smile, “It’s okay. I’ve come to live with it.” He gently squeezed her shoulder before pulling away. “I’m sorry for your pain too.”

Johanna sighed and put her hand over his. “Thank you. It…it means a lot.”

The tension dissipated, replaced by mutual understanding, the beginning of a possible friendship hanging over like them like a blanket of warmth.

Johanna finally turned to face him. “What’s your name?” She asked, voice still soft.

“Call me the New Fifth Year.” the boy replied, a smile growing wide on his face. “And you are?”

Johanna’s lips curved into a small but genuine smile, the first in a long while. “I’m Johanna, Johanna Newman,” she said her voice a little stronger. “Friends?” She held out a hand to him. He looked at it before taking it into his own. “Friends, as long as you teach me to tame animals like that.”

She shook it. “Deal, as long as you teach me how to speak owl so fluently. I only know a little.”

“Deal!”

And the pair headed off together into the night.

You are so precious writing this😭 sorry that their first meeting comes after the loss of her cat but I love that he’s patient and empathetic to her, poor Johanna. Thank you sm for thinking of him and his owl, he’ll gladly teach her how to speak even if his own particular owl only dishes out sass 😑

Thank you to @4ever2000lover this how his owl look when giving forced affection 😂

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

The scarecrow and Bride (WIP)

FINALLY I GOT TO DRAW ELIZABETH! WHOOO HOOO!

Ah, and here's him with his scarecrow mask which is in progress (Question Iva's methods, but never her results/jk)

This is just him with his mask on, he'll be wearing his full scarecrow costume, but I made two versions for funsies. In an ideal world, I would make a small animation to showcase the chance buuuuut:

Phantom learn from two years ago Tumblr has a vendetta against her and big gif files/hj

I...actually don't know how the duck to animate that

So it remains just as an extra, but also is a relief because it means less work outside the whole making a separate head just for an alternate and shading XD

This most likely, if I am able to get it done soon XD, will be my halloween post. If I am lucky I could also get the fic out soon, but that'll be dropped early for the ScarecrowWeek 2024 hahaha (which technically this piece will be, but for the last day as I am taking the oportunity that its a free day hehee)

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Ok, so about the requests. I am not dropping them, Phantom is on a two-day break!

Alright, lovely folks, don't worry about your request! I'll continue them on Saturday, as I am taking today and tomorrow off from drawing the colorless request, and focus on some stuff of mine.

I just took this decision recently, since honestly I've spent quite a lot of days drawing about 12 requests (THANK YOU GUYS!!!/vpos), so I decided to take a small teeny tiny break to relax and indulge in my stuff of Halloween! (better plan early than late, hahaha)

Although, I will say please don't send in requests today or Friday as it's on my break. I'll continue them on Saturday and slowly work to finish stuff. So in a sense, just for today and Friday, I am holding a small pause. I never thought I've gotten 12 drawings out already, and I appreciate it with all my heart, but I do hope you dears can understand I def need a small break so I don't get burn out or too overwhelmed. I will try however to get some progress done on one of the longest ones, as Delly has been an angel and been super patience.

In the first week of October I will only take two as I'll be busy, and the request will close down until next year (the last weeks of the year are the busiest for me)

[peachanonie]

high rn! thinking about writing a somewhat full length stoner fic :p but WHOOO?? maybe yeonjun >< although i feel like high!soobin is a bit underrated LOL lmk ur thoughts ehehe

listen. i’m not trying to encourage your (our) hyuka addiction BUT stoner!hyuka is literally my FAV. like imagine getting all cute and desperate and giggly together :(

BUT ALSO YEONJUN. high sex w yeonjun would be. magical. like he’d be so laid back and dazed and just ughshgagggg i need him so bad.

but i also agree w high!soob being underrated cus like imagine smoking him out for the first time- he’s got no idea what he’s doing- and he’s so cute and nervous and just looking up at u with the sweetest puppy dog eyes :( AND IMAGINE SHOTGUNNING W HIM OH MY GOD <////3 then giving him head and he’s just losing it cus he’s never felt so good before in his life

(ok maybe i’m rooting for soobin LOL)

[arieslost]

So I read your Biker!Oscar fic and whooo that was delicious 😋. I was kinda wondering if you could do a Biker!Lando fic, I didn’t know he was into the moto scene before f1 until recently, and was hoping you might have some ideas to play around with.

-🏎️ (could I be the 🏎️anon for you, please 🥺)

omg i’m so glad you liked it, i had such a blast writing it!! and of course you can be 🏎️ anon!! <33

you must be in my walls or something because i have a note on my phone full of future fic ideas and one of them is, and i quote, “BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO” 😭

i’m definitely gonna be writing a fic for him at some point in the near future after i finish writing requests and my current wips, but for now here are a few thoughts i’ve had about him… (i got carried away as usual, so i had to put a cut in 💀)

while oscar is, i guess you could say, more of your “traditional” biker (like he grew up around motorcycles and first got on one at the age of four and stuff like that), lando is crazy on two legs and started riding in the name of rebellion. his family is loaded, same with all his friends’ families. his friends all drive nice cars. sure, he could have that too, but he wants to stand out. he wants to be more than just another rich kid.

so instead of buying a fancy car when he turns 16, he buys a motorcycle. does he know how to ride? no! does he even have a license to ride? hell no!! this man damages the hell out of like three bikes before he finally gets the hang of it, much less gets his license. but i can see him just living for the thrill of it, so i feel like he’d have a motorcycle like you see on the road and a motocross bike and he treats them both like his own children. being on a motorcycle also makes him feel free, and he can’t get enough.

he gets pulled over a few times for speeding but that doesn’t even bother him because he’s an adrenaline junkie. his parents don’t like that though, so when he turns 18 he gets kicked out. the only help he gets is the money from his trust fund, and while it’s a solid chunk of change it’s not gonna last forever. so he strays away from that traditional biker vibe, gets more into the motocross scene and gets really good at it. but he’s just all competition all the time now, and he never gets to kick back on his motorcycle and just go for a drive or anything like that anymore. and that’s where i picture reader coming in with the goal to get him to just chill the hell out and get back to his roots.

i apologize for the possibility of my thoughts being incoherent as i am only half awake at the moment. thank you for letting me ramble about biker!lando because until now all of these thoughts have just been rattling around aimlessly in my brain <33

[b1mbodoll]

i havent requested anything on your blog 😂 i'm just saying its kinda crazy how you have this blog and can't keep up with the work you're doing. obviously its not a requirement to write but that was the purpose of your blog. if you want to make friends and talk thats all on you and i don't care if you do but you're not working 💀💀💀💀 do you not understand a thing im saying like i'm putting it very simply. the whole origin of this ask was you being biased when talking to anons and you saying "they interact with me the most" as an explanation for favoritism is crazy. its not even making friends you're just baselessly flirting with them and saying "its for fun" as if those type of asks still won't come off as a way of hurting people even if its not your intention. and i stand for what i said 🤷🏾‍♀️

how is flirting hurting you? can you explain that to me??? lmfao this is so crazy. if you dont like how i operate on my blog then block me, its that easy. or come off fucking anon so i can block you 😭😭 wasting not only my time but urs as well by sayin stupid stuff like this.

the purpose of my blog is for me to decide and i use it to write and post my thoughts, drabbles scenarios, whatever i want and i do that. i never said i was going to write full on fics if thats what ur mad about as well? im not a serious writer and if you dont like that im sorry but dont try to undermine my work simply bc its short drabbles n scenarios.

this favoritism thing again??? just say youre jealous or smth like i dont understand how this hurts peoples feelings if these anons are doing the interacting first… like its not an excuse its just facts. i dont even know who my anons are so how would i seek them out? your whole behavior is very odd like get off my page if you dont like it!!!!!!! write shit yourself if ur gna bitch at people and hide behind an anonymous message.

im so stuck on “those type of asks wont still come off as a way of hurting people” whooo is hurt by flirting??? like are you genuinely upset about that and if so why? you dont know me, you dont own me, and you most certainly are not in any position to order me on what i do when it comes to interacting with people or running my account.

if you even scroll through my account or look thru my tags you can just find the writing you want to see. or look through my masterlist its there for a reason. ive been working my ass off posting the requests i got and i think you may be confused by that. the requests are just asks in my inbox from when they were open and thats what im replying to. the new drabbles ive put out are requests and the hentai pieces were even inspired by a mina hentai request i got. like i literally am answering past requests idk why ur saying im not????

[haveihitanerve]

Reunion Continued

here you go-the rest

Curt sighed, opening the bottle and sitting down at the table. “Roland, id like to apologize. I left. I didn't think about you or the band i just- i just left. Because i was sick of being just the band. I wanted to be, i wanted to be me.” Roland nodded, staring at his glass. “I get that Curt. I do. But you left me.” he finally looked up and locked eyes with the man. Curt swallowed. “You left me. You never called, you never texted. Never even bothered to tell me where the fuck you were going. Or invite me to your wedding. I thought we were friends!” “we are.” Curt said softly. “Really? Because it sure as hell didn't feel like you were. It didn't feel like we walked through fire together. It didn't feel like we were brothers. It felt like you left me to burn alone.” Roland took a swig of his drink and looked away. “You've been gone what? Nine years?” “nine years, two months,” they started to say in unison. “three days, four hours, six minutes and-” they glanced at the clock. “24 seconds.” Curts lips twitched slightly before he sighed. “Rollie. Im sorry. I am. I- i shouldn't have ended it the way i did. But its not just my fault. The band was crumbling. You know it was.” Roland scoffed. “Don't fucking do that Roland. Im right. You know i am.” Roland rolled his eyes, staring at the table, but he couldn't contradict Curt. Wouldn't. Roland was an arrogant bastard. He knew he was. And he also knew he had a reason to be like that. He was a talented musician and really skilled at what he did. It was why he was so arrogant and full of himself. But Curt, curt had always been good. Always been down to earth and since they had been brothers, he had kept roland tethered. Grounded. It was what made him, would always make him, a better person than Roland. But Roland knew his friend didn't think like that. Even if he had called him an arrogant prick on more than one occasion. Roland sighed. “Fine. Yes. You're right.” he sulked. Curt tried to hide his victory grin, but didn't succeed. Roland sent him a withering glare, but it didn't have half as much heat behind it than it would have had with someone else. It never did. “Fukc.’ Roland muttered, standing. Curt shifted, standing as well, and blocked his path. “Roland. You've gone through some things this year. Its tough. I know you have been. Lets,” he shrugged. “Don't push me away. Lets just play something. Yeah?” He grinned. “What do you say Ro. Give me a chance?” Roland snorted, but couldn't help the way his heart lifted ever so slightly at the words. “sure curry.” 

An hour later they found themselves sitting on the couch together, knees touching, each strumming an acoustic guitar as they tried to fall back into the rhythm of old times. Curt sent a glare at Roland as the latters fingers flew across the strings, strumming almost scarily fast and accurate. “Damn showoff.” he muttered. Roland breathed a laugh, a light, easy thing, a sound that had not been rare in the past hour in Curts company. “Careful.” Curt warned, a smile tugging at his lips. “Or you might start loving me again.” Roland chuckled in response, strumming his guitar. He smirked, stopping, and cocked an eyebrow at his old friend. “What ever gave you the impression that I stopped?”

whooo. done. heres the link to the first half if you need it-

hope you enjoyed that.

i just reread it and theres defo stuff i wouldnt put or change now, but i think its okay for a first draft

[feen-feet]

A short list of fics that Get Sara, according to me

Please note: there's a few different interpretations of Sara here, but I find them all interesting and IMO they're all worth your time.

From Deep Roots, New Leaves Unfurl (NSFW) - @logosminuspity

Ei takes her bird and fox girlfriends on an Inazuman roadtrip, ostensibly to cleanse the Sacred Sakuras, and secretly to see if Sara and Yae can learn to get along. Features an intensely bratty / broken Yae, an intensely repressed Sara, Fierce Tengu Action and a Blacksmith!Ei scene.

beneath the roots and further still (NSFW) - @ei-banana

A distressed, grieving Ei flees the capital, forcing Sara and Yae to work together and give chase. The journey forces them to confront the things that drive them apart.

This is an 80k+ epic that lives up to the term and isn't quite done yet. It also features gorgeous prose and one of the most beautiful, multi-chapter(!) confession scenes I've ever read (which is to say I've re-read it over and over lol.)

Tide - @hadalogic

A one-shot in which Yae confronts the grief she's repressed over her hand in Sara's difficult childhood. Extremely pretty and cathartic.

As Shadows Fade Into the Light - @eliannawrites

Following the Vision Hunt Decree, Ei and Yae reveal the true nature of the Shogun Puppet to Sara. This hits Sara particularly hard, as she's been the Shogun's lover for some time now. Sara works through the fallout, and begins to examine what she wants from life in the wale of the civil war.

This is the first fic in what is, IMO, the definitive Sara/Shogun Puppet series. It examines both Sara and Raiden in depth, and has kept up with new events in Inazuma as the come. Feels lived in and is generally a lovely time.

A Sky Full of Song (NSFW) - grasscutterlght

The civil war is over. But what is a soldier without a war to fight? Inazuma is changing, and Sara must change with it. No longer required on the frontlines, she is asked to remain at the Raiden Shogun's side as her retainer, a duty she accepts. However, she is forced to face the truth that she'd denied for so long; that she has - against all sound judgement - fallen in love with her.

If you want an in-depth Kujou Sara character study that hammers every single one of her pain points, without mercy, whooo boy this is the fic for you. Beautifully written, but be ready for Pain.

Faith Eternal - Tyrux

Sara learns the truth of the Shogun Puppet's nature, and struggles to accept it.

This is a one-shot with a very particular read on the Shogun that I really enjoyed. Also, poor Sara :(

ALMOST FORGOT TO SAY: Good post OP! Sara's a deeply tragic character, once you take her origins and backstory into account. Really wish Inazuma's main quest / her non-existent hangout / any part of Genshin got into her full deal...

when you realize that the kujou name was always sara’s burden, but never her birthright…

the tri-commission (and inazuma in general) was really just a gigantic mess after the war and the shit takayuki pulled, and it was SARA (along with others like kamaji and ayato) who stepped up to try and fix things and get inazuma back on the right track (from peace talks to other responsibilities) … even when everyone was having fun at the irodori festival, sara was so busy that she didn’t even want to leave her post, even to get the statue of her excellency the almighty narukami ogoshu, god of thunder herself (yes i have to say the full name every time jsjsksjsj)

so much of her current life is dedicated to just… cleaning up after the corruption in the kujou clan and all of the problems her adoptive father caused… and all for a man who she felt never treated her like an actual member of the family in the first place !!

[dark-strangeson-virgil]

Title: He Shines (Bright Like a Diamond)

Pairings: Moceit (Pre-Relationship), Backround Prinxiety (Pre-Relationship), Backround Intrulogical (Pre-Relationship), Backround Remile (Established)

Words: 4.4k 

Janus totally wasn’t nervous. Not at all.

Okay, so maybe he was slightly nervous. It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s a simple school winter formal, and it’s only his sophomore year. Maybe dances will seem more important in his senior year, but for now they seem like nothing more than a few hours of fun, not to be taken too seriously. At least according to Janus.

So why could he feel his chest tightening? 

He was going with his friends, so he didn’t have any date he needed to worry about impressing. He was a pretty good dancer, and high school dances barely involve any actual dancing anyways. 

If he were being 100% honest, he was probably slightly nervous about his outfit choice. With Roman’s help (the two had spent a solid hour and a half on video call the night before choosing out outfits together, since they were easily the most extravagant of the group), he had chosen a yellow dress shirt, a black tie, black dress pants, and a glittery black vest. He knew it would draw attention to him, and he could see clear as day in his mirror that he looked absolutely fabulous in it. A year ago he would’ve had no doubts at all, sauntering into the dance with his friends confidently. However, a year ago he had not yet realized his absolute infatuation for one Patton Myron.

Rationally, Janus knew Patton would never judge him. Patton was an incredibly loving and accepting individual who loved to experiment with his own style, but this thought still couldn’t help Janus shake his nerves. Even Roman had tried to settle his mind while on their video call. He hadn’t truly known why Janus was as worried as he was but his attempts were at least a welcome distraction. He had elected to simply ignore the worried part of his brain, opting to channel his natural confidence and use it for all it was worth.  He adjusted his hair one last time and swiped his keys off of his desk, running down to his car and clearing off his back seats. 

They had decided on carpooling in smaller groups to the dance rather than all together, knowing that all of them packed into a small car would likely be too chaotic for the driver to handle. Janus was taking Roman, Remus and Virgil, while Logan had been tasked with transporting Emile, Patton and Remy. Sighing, Janus jammed his key into the ignition and began the short drive to the twins’ house.

He quickly turned on “The Playlist”, knowing it was the only way to prevent a fight over the music once everyone was in the car. While humming along to Fall Out Boy’s “Immortals” he allowed his mind to wander (while still watching the road of course), yet still carefully avoiding the topic of Patton. He could already imagine the stares he would receive once he arrives at the dance. People tend to stare at him often anyways, seing as the freckle concentration on the left side of his face tends to intrigue his peers. However, tonight his vest would hopefully grab attention in a positive way, and Janus truly did love attention.

He had never been to a school dance before so he honestly didn’t know what to expect. He had opted out of freshman year homecoming and winter formal, claiming to find dances “meaningless”, and prom was only for juniors and seniors at his school. His friends had begged him to go this year though, and their descriptions made the idea sound interesting enough for him to agree. If nothing else, he would have an enjoyable night with his friends.

As he pulled up to the twins’ house he messaged both of them, telling them oh-so-elegantly to “Hurry the hell up, we still have to grab Virgil.” As the minutes ticked by he began to get more irritated. Just as he was considering leaving them to find another ride he saw Roman emerge from the front door, Remus quickly following behind his brother. He glared at the two as  they entered his car, Remus sitting in the passenger's seat and Roman opting for the back seat.

“And why, pray tell, did you take over twelve minutes to get out of your house after I explicitly told you to hurry?”  Janus honestly wasn’t mad. If anything he was slightly annoyed, but he enjoyed messing with Remus and Roman just a bit.

“I was trying to drag Roman out the door, but he kept insisting he needed, ‘Just another minute to fix my hair!’” Remus offered, mocking his twin. Roman grumbled in the backseat, but made no move to argue.

“It’s probably for our resident emo. We all know Roman has a huge crush on him!” Remus practically shrieked, earning a chuckle from Janus.

“Shut up!” Roman shouted, voice slightly cracking as he reached to punch his brother in the shoulder.

“Oh, you’re absolutely right Remus. That’s obviously why he chose the backseat as well. More time to spend talking to his “Dark Prince” as he says.” Janus continued to tease the poor boy, leaving his face a lovely shade of crimson. Roman elected to stay quiet after that, instead going to text Virgil and let him know that they were on their way to pick him up.

The three settled into easy conversation during the drive to Virgil’s house, discussing their plans for the upcoming holiday break. With only one week of school left everyone had begun making plans for the holiday season and they were all eager to plan gatherings so they could stay in touch over the break. 

Soon enough the group had arrived at Virgil’s house, Janus shooting him a quick text to let him know they were outside waiting. Unlike the twins, Virgil was walking out the door within 30 seconds or receiving Janus’s text. His anxiety always forced him to get ready for things extremely early, as he didn’t want to inconvenience his friends by being late.  He swiftly opened the backseat door and planted himself in the seat across from Roman, muttering a simple “Hey.” as he did so. Roman almost immediately began talking the boy’s ear off, his eagerness for the dance becoming very clear. As Roman talked Remus noticed a small, fond smile work it’s way across Virgil’s face, watching Roman intently. He shot Janus a “How are they so oblivious?” look, which the driver returned as he shifted the car into drive and began the trip to the school.

The conversation eventually shifted to include all 4 boys, discussing the dance as “Doubt” by Twenty-One Pilots played softly in the background. 

“I just hope they play some actual fun music this time! Most of the music they played at homecoming was so boring.” Remus whined.

“Your idea of ‘fun’ is just music you can twerk to, Remus.” Virgil retorted, earning a chuckle from Roman that caused a faint blush to tinge his face.

“Exactly! We’re high schoolers, what else does the principal expect?” Remus made a fair point.

“I suppose you’re right.” Janus allowed his mind to float once again, this time choosing to focus on how little he actually knew about dances. ‘Do they serve food, or are we going to have to stop somewhere on the way home? Is the music going to be a bunch of overplayed Christmas songs, since it was the winter formal? How many slow songs were they going to play?’ That last thought caused Janus to halt his train of thought. He hoped they didn’t play many slow songs. Emile and Remy were the only ones in their group who were in an actual relationships (despite gay pining being blatantly obvious from multiple members of their group). Slow songs would likely just leave the rest of them to sit on the bleachers, sulking about their loneliness.

No, he decided with finality. This night is about spending time with friends, and it will not be ruined due to a few sappy love songs. If slow songs are played they could use that time to take a break outside the dance, not mope. He was determined to make this a fun night out with his closest companions.

He took a deliberate, calming deep breath as he pulled into a spot in the free student parking lot. Sure, they would have a slight walk to get up to the school, but it was better than paying $5 to park in the other lot for a mere few hours. He turned the car ignition off, turning to face his friends in the back seat.

“Are we ready boys?” He asked, his signature smirk taking it’s reserved place across his face.  Roman quickly hopped out of the car, bouncing on his feet giddily as he waited for the others to join him. Virgil stepped out next, followed quickly by Remus. Janus took one last look at himself in the rear-view mirror, nodding to himself reassuringly before stepping outside the car to join his friends.

Roman immediately shrieked upon seeing his outfit in its entirety. “Oh my god! I told you it would look absolutely fabulous! Doesn’t he look amazing?” Remus and Virgil nodded approvingly, and Janus felt his face heat up just the slightest bit. It felt good to know that his friends approved of the outfit. He took this opportunity to examine both Remus and Roman’s outfits. They were wearing simple, matching suits, with contrasting color schemes. Remus’s was a deep black with a pale green undershirt and a simple black tie, while Roman’s was white (Roman had to be one of the only people who could manage to pull off a white suit and not look absolutely ridiculous), paired with a rich red undershirt that had flecks of gold sprinkled on it. Their outfits matched them well, Janus decided.

Virgil had gone for a less extravagant look, sporting a lilac dress shirt with black dress pants and an obsidian tie. His shoulder-length hair paired quite well with the outfit, the pink at the ends helping to break apart the black and purple from higher up in his hair and in his outfit. Roman seemed to think the simple look suited Virgil, sneaking glances at him when he though nobody would notice. 

The four quickly walked up to the front doors of the school, where they presented their pre-bought tickets to the students running the ticket stand. (Roman had insisted on buying their tickets in advance, worrying that if they waited until the night of tickets might have sold out.) As they entered the school Janus could feel his nerves return, no longer able to ignore the thought of how Patton would judge his outfit. Virgil could sense the worry from the other boy and nudged him gently by the shoulder, offering a soft and genuine smile as a source of comfort. 

Janus smiled back, glad that his friend wasn’t drawing attention to his nerves. He took one last grounding breath and stepped into the gym, immediately being blasted by Lady Gaga’s voice bursting through the speakers up by the booth at the front of the gym. The dimmed lights coated all of the boys in a slight blue hue as they made their way through clusters of teenagers already dancing, attempting to find their other friends.

Roman spotted Remy first, his sleek all-black suit making him stand out amongst the crowd. Knowing Logan, Emile and Patton would be close by, he led his small group over. Janus opted to stand behind Virgil, still able to be seen but being mostly concealed.

“Salutations, I am glad we have finally managed to locate you four. Emile and Patton were beginning to worry that you had gotten lost on the way here.” Logan’s rather formal greeting was contrasted by his genuine smile, always glad to be in the presence of his friends. Remus immediately began eyeing him up and down, observing his black vest and matching dress pants with a royal blue dress shirt. Suddenly Patton popped out from behind Logan, his positive energy immediately brightening the atmosphere. 

“Oh goodness, you all look so wonderful! Vee, you look beautiful with that makeup!” Virgil beamed at the compliment as Janus peeked over Virgil’s shoulder, seeing Patton in a grey suit and baby-blue button down and his classic circular glasses, looking like an absolutely radiant burst of sunshine in Janus’s opinion. Emile came into view, with his coral-pink dress shirt and light grey dress pants. As Emile and Remy began to join in on the conversation Janus stepped out from behind Virgil to contribute, not noticing as Patton’s jaw practically fell to the floor.

 --

Oh god, Patton was going to faint. That was all he could think about as he got the chance to observe Janus’s outfit. His slacks and suit were perfectly tailored and fitted to Janus’s body, showing how marching band had helped increase his athleticism. The tie was also a lovely touch, but what Patton was truly fixated on was the vest.

The glitter reflected beautifully off the lights in the school gymnasium, drawing attention to Janus from anyone who looked. In Patton’s opinion he absolutely shined, and this caused Patton to go into a temporary state of gay panic. He checked to make sure Janus wasn’t watching his reaction, then briskly walked over to stand by Logan. He could tell his face closely resembled a firetruck, he couldn’t shake the lovestruck smile off his face and he found himself babbling incoherently, the only understandable words being “pretty,” and “wow”. If only poor Patton had seen Logan recording his moment of panic from his phone, but luckily Logan would never show anybody with the video. He would just tease Patton with it. Relentlessly. But that was a matter for another time.

After a moment Patton managed to compose himself, and walked back over to properly greet Janus. Smiling his usual bright smile (if not a little wider than usual), he tapped the dark-haired boy on the shoulder.

--

Janus felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned around, only to be met with Patton’s twinkling face, feeling his heart skip several beats as a soft smile formed across his own face.

“Hey Jan! I’m so glad you decided to come tonight! And that’s a super neato vest!” Patton’s tone was as cheery as ever, but Janus couldn’t quite tell what Patton’s intentions were with the vest comment. His insecurities immediately took over, offering a reply in what he hoped was a perfectly casual tone.

“Roman insisted I wear it, but I wondered if it would be too much.” He avoided Patton’s gaze and instead let his eyes fall to the space past the curly-haired boy’s shoulders.

“Oh nonono! That’s not what I meant!” Patton replied a little too enthusiastically, causing Janus to jump slightly in surprise. “Sorry. But I meant it looks really good, er, nice on you! It was a good choice!” He added, this time more calmly. Janus felt the small knot in his stomach come undone at those words, being immediately replaced with a swarm of butterflies. ‘Patton thinks I look good!’

“Oh, well in that case thank you. You look quite nice as well.” Janus was able to look in Patton’s eyes this time as he spoke.

“Thanks! Oh, before we start dancing we should go take pictures at the photo stand!” He suggested to the group, everybody quickly agreeing and exiting the gym to claim a place in line for the photos.

Luckily the line wasn’t very long since the dance had essentially just begun.  After around 5 minutes of waiting the eight friends found themselves at the front of the line. They decided to give the teacher running the photo area (their choir teacher, a very sweet man who many of them were familiar with) Remy and Emile’s phones, trusting the two eldest of the group to send the photos to everyone else via group chat later in the evening. The teacher quickly told them that they were allowed to take two photos, one more genuine, well-behaved photo and then a more silly photo before moving to allow them to take their places in front of the snowy backdrop. 

The boys lined themselves up with Remy and Emile holding hands in the center. Roman, Virgil and Remus were spread out to Remy’s right, and Patton, Logan and Janus  matched them to Emile’s left. They each plastered a simple smile across their face as the first photo was taken, looking poised and elegant.  After the teacher gave them the go-ahead to get into position for the second photo Roman decided to make a bold snap-decision. He hastily wrapped his arms around Virgil and hoisted him up princess-style, Virgil letting out a surprised squeak and causing Roman to slightly bump into Remus. Remus nearly toppled over at this but was caught by someone, looking up to see Logan holding him up in a dip position. Not willing to sacrifice this opportunity, Remus simply said “Oh well,” and smiled brighter than he had all night into the camera, with Logan following suit. Emile opted to hop onto Remy’s back, Remy easily supporting the added weight.

Noticing everybody else pairing up, Patton turned to Janus. “Looks like everybody else is posing! Wouldn’t want to be left out!” He swung his arm around Janus’s shoulder, pulling them into a side-hug and leaning in so their heads were bumping each other. As their heads touched he let out a giggle so adorable Janus thought he might just die. Both of them smiling genuinely at the camera allowed the choir teacher to snap the second photo, finding it sweet how close this group was. He handed Emile and Remy their phones as everyone began to untangle themselves. Virgil could be heard grumbling a “Warn a dude next time, Princey.” But judging by the way he was glowing he wasn’t upset in the slightest. Roman began ushering them all back into the gym, eager to get onto the dance floor.

Janus’ head was spinning as they began looking for an open spot on the dance floor, the butterflies in his stomach increasing tenfold. They finally found an area decently close to the center just as Taylor Swift’s “22” began streaming through the speakers. Roman, Remus and Remy were almost immediately able to get into “the groove” as they called it, with Roman being very thankful he was only surrounded by his closest friends. Everybody else felt slightly awkward at first and it took a moment to warm up to dancing among so many people, but eventually they realized everybody else at the dance was focused on their own friend groups. This realization slowly helped each of the boys loosen up, and by the end of the song they were all dancing their hearts out in the small circle they had created.

The next song to play was ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” to which Roman squealed. As they reached the line “Dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17!” Patton, Emile and the twins were thrust into the center of the circle, being the 17 year olds among the group. Feeling the energy among his friends was exhilarating, and Janus was left wondering why he had opted out of dances in the past. This felt so freeing, and he was so genuinely happy. Looking around at all of his frieds’ smiling faces, he knew he wouldn’t need to be convinced to come to another dance from now on.

The songs continued to change, ranging from Lizzo’s “Truth Hurts” to the classic Lady Gaga “Just Dance”. At one point “Timber” by Ke$ha and Pitbull was played, giving Remus the exact type of “fun” song he had been looking for. He jumped around wildly, pulling Logan in with him a few times throughout the song “jokingly flirting” and having the time of his life. Everybody else danced along to the song as well, but none of them came even close to matching Remus’ enthusiasm.

Once that song ended a slow song began to play, one Janus couldn’t recognize but Roman immediately announced was Ed Sheeran’s “perfect”. Remy and Emile took to the dance floor, while the six remaining boys opted to step outside for a breath of fresh air. 

The group collectively decided to use this as time to take a breather. Standing in a line against the wall, they sat on the concrete, leaning on the wall behind them for support. It was nice for Janus to take a breather, not realizing just how crowded the dance floor had been. The air had started to feel stuffy and hot, though the environment was just too electric to ignore in the heart of the dance floor. He could hear his friend around him breathing deeply, taking in as much of the cool night air as possible. He decided to follow in their footsteps. After around five minutes Roman suggested they should head back inside, always eager to be in the thick of the dancing.

They felt more collected as the bunch re-entered the gym for the third time that night, working their way back into the crowd where Remy and Emile had secured their spot. Everybody quickly fell back into the dancing, no longer feeling any of the awkwardness from earlier in the evening. The song that had been playing eventually faded out into Rihanna’s “Diamonds”, a tune everybody quickly recognized. Janus was so caught up in his own dancing that he didn’t notice Patton slowly working his way through their friends and directly over to him. It was only when he felt a hand brush his that he turned, looking over at the precious boy next to him.

As the song neared it’s chorus Patton linked their hands together, continuing to bounce along to the song. He sang along with Rihanna as she sang through the chorus, looking directly at Janus as he did. He gently swayed and bounced their arms between them, trying to keep the mood light and fun. Once the chorus ended and the song switched back into the second verse Janus quietly asked, “What was that about?”

“Well, your vest is so sparkly and it makes you shine bright like a diamond, so I igured it would be appropriate if I danced with you for this song!” Patton had to be the sweetest human alive. There was no other explanation for the way his words made Janus feel absolutely weak in the knees, opting to no longer hide the goofy grin on his face. Janus felt no need to reply to the statement, letting his smile be enough of a response and moving to continue their lighthearted bouncing. The two continued to dance happily together throughout the song and settled easily back into casual dancing on their own once it ended.

As the event began to near it’s end, Janus could feel the fatigue begin to set in. He had been dancing for a good amount of time, with only three slow songs playing throughout the entire evening. He was sweaty and beginning to feel tired, but the bubbly feeling in his chest remained, his joy still being present within him. He looked around and could see his friends in a similar state. The DJ announced that the last song of the night was about to play, and the students’ ears were suddenly flooded with the voice of Katy Perry with her song “Firework”. 

The teens gave their all to this last song, happily jumping along with their classmates and singing their hearts out at the chorus. ‘What a positive note to end the evening on’, Janus thought as the final chorus of the song rang through the school. At this point a good amount of people had left, but every student that was still at the school was singing along to the song’s final notes, letting out a collective breath once it ended.

The boys took a moment to catch their breath before walking over to collect the jackets, cell phones and other personal items that they had set down throughout the evening. Once everything was collected they slowly made their way back to the free parking lot, the cool nighttime air feeling like heaven against their skin. 

“So, did you have fun?” Patton stood in front of Janus once again, looking at him hopefully. If Janus weren’t practically buzzing with energy he’s sure he would have melted into the floor at Patton’s tender tone.

“I… yes, I had an amazing time, Patton.” This only resulted in Patton grinning wider, jumping up and wrapping Janus in one last hug for the night. Janus held him there for a moment, squeezing him back tightly before letting go and waving goodbye to Patton, Logan, Remy and Emile for the evening. The group he had arrived with all climbed into his car after saying their goodbyes, beginning to feel the effects of their exhaustion.

The drive home was practically silent compared to the ones earlier on in the evening, allowing Janus to reflect on his amazing evening and feeling very lucky that he was a good driver even in the darkness. He could feel everyone’s fatigue, deciding they were too tired to stop for food. As he pulled up to Virgil’s house he found the emo boy asleep on Roman’s shoulder in the backseat, with Roman being equally passed out and Remus clearly dozing. He gently shook Virgil awake, saying a quick goodbye and letting the boy head inside to get some well-deserved rest. He arrived at the twins’ houses shortly after, nudging each of them awake. Roman didn’t seem to want to fully wake up, leaning on his brother for support as they walked into their own home.

As soon as Janus was parked in his own driveway we worked his way into his home and up to his bedroom, his feet feeling like lead due to his exhaustion at this point. As he opened the door to his room he felt his phone vibrate within his pocket, with the pictures from earlier being sent from Emile. Without looking he immediately knew what the text would be, smirking to himself as he changed into some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. The sleepy boy crawled into bed, plugging his phone in and falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. He knew he would remember this night forever, the pure unfiltered glee he felt being hard to forget.

The next day the silly picture was printed out and hung in a spare frame above Janus’ computer, right where it belonged. ‘Yeah, I could get used to this.’

(A/N: Once again, thanks so much for reading! I’m so thankful that I finally got this done. I worked really hard on it the past couple days and it’s my first fully completed fic! I am new to this, so comments and constructive criticism is much appreciated! Have an amazing day! I love you!)

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lovememore ; rick flag x reader

summary: The thought of living a life outside Belle Reve seems so far but that’s alright. Rick already feels at home when you’re around.

warnings: fluff (good ol' mutual pining), mentions of violence & near-death experience

a/n: one of my earliest Rick fic ideas! will there be a sequel? whooo knows (spoiler: y'all know damn well I'll make one) aaand don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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Sticky, humid and deafening — those were the words one could describe the club, but a welcoming turn of events for a change. Even if the Thinker could be coming in anytime soon, there shouldn’t be any harm in enjoying the moment, right? Pretend there wasn’t a bomb in their heads, for once. Seems like everyone had the same idea, with Cleo and Abner having fun on the dance floor. Chris, too, and his questionable moves.

But you never left his sight, silently appreciating the short slip dress and leather jacket that adorned your figure. Kudos to whoever previously owned the clothes, only for the style to be perfectly adorned by you. The colours matched your personality too.

Soft pink for your sweetness and black for your dark side but overall, it’s just sexy.

"What's it gonna take for you to grow a pair and tell her?" His daydreaming was put to a halt at the sound of DuBois' chuckle.

“What’s there to tell her?” He quirked his eyebrow, sipping from the amber bottle to act nonchalant — as if he wasn’t gawking at you a while ago. He knew he wasn’t subtle with his feelings but at the very least, he hoped none of the members would call him out, not especially Dubois and worst of all, in front of you.

Almost.

“Play dumb all you want, Flag,” DuBois tsked, “But stall any longer and regret is all you’re gonna get,” 

Rick bit his tongue — defending himself would mean an instant win for DuBois but so does keeping quiet. 

“There no reason for me to stall when I don’t have anythin’ to say in the first place,” Stubborn as ever, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of admitting defeat. No matter how many things he wished he could tell you, considering the ride-or-die situation they were in, he held himself down. One could call it an ego, but others would argue it as his way of keeping you safe.

At least, that’s what he thought.

“Really?” DuBois huffed in amusement, pointing in your direction with the bottle in hand, “So, you don’t mind if that gentleman over there makes his move on her?” 

Rick’s head whipped around faster than he cared to admit but chose to ignore the snort next to him. He didn’t bother telling DuBois to shut it when his eyes were too busy burning a hole in the back of the newcomer’s skull — buzzed and unkempt, but it was his audacity that made Rick fume. How dare he invaded your personal space; was the schmuck not getting the idea that you’re not interested? 

You were having fun with Cleo minutes ago. No doubt you were dealing with the current situation just fine but Rick has been around you long enough to notice your fake laugh and the ‘I really wish I weren’t here right now’ look. In the moron’s defence, you hid your facial expressions pretty well. Though, you were probably seconds away from breaking your bottle to be used as a weapon. 

“Clock’s ticking,” DuBois reminded him like an entity watching, or laughing at him, but be that as it may, the gunner had true intentions. Rick was one of, if not the only staff in the facility that treated him like a human being, and of course, the only friend before everything went down. You, on the other hand, were one of the inmates he truly could get along with, partially because of your charisma but also your level-headedness. He didn’t have anything against the rest of the squad but you kept the group grounded.

Sane, for a lack of a better word, especially during Rick’s absence.

So Rick took his advice and grew a pair before making his way to you. 

Whether or not he realized he puffed up his chest and hardened his face was uncertain but that didn’t matter. What did matter, however, was the colours drained from the poor lad’s face, prompting to you turn around and break out into a dazzling smile. A genuine one, he proudly noted. 

“Rick!” 

“Darlin’,“ That name alone sent shivers down your spine. That had to be the alcohol talking, right? 

Wait, was he wrapping his arms around you? 

“Was lookin’ everywhere for you,” He dropped the nice-guy act when he ‘only noticed’ the man before him, “You pickin’ on my girl?”

My girl…

You don’t even know how your knees haven’t buckled yet.

Funny — the guy, you didn’t bother remembering his name, was all bark just seconds ago. Now, he had his tail in between his legs. Understandable, Rick’s a tall man after all, and that’s the best part.

“N-no, of course not! I was just...” Whatever he mumbled after was totally incomprehensible.

“You were just?” Rick’s impatient glare sent him running elsewhere, becoming the laughing stock of the night by those who couldn’t help but eavesdrop earlier. You weren’t his first victim, after all. Once out of sight, Rick moved his hands away from you, much to yours and his disappointment, “He didn't touch you, did he?" 

How could you not melt at that?

"Believe me, if he did, I would've caused a scene a long time ago," You shuddered at the thought, "Though, hearing him talk on and on about how he is in bed was probably just as bad. How'd you know I was in a dire situation?" 

“No offence but you're shit at hiding your expressions," There was his mistake. 

"You... were watching me?"

Whoops. 

Well, no shit. When your jacket's half-worn like that, why wouldn't his gaze linger on your skin? Respectfully, of course. 

Whatever that means.

"Keen eye," His nonchalant answer did nothing to ease your mind, "No one else here's wearin’ a nightdress to the party so consider yourself lucky," 

Oh, believe me, I am.

You didn't expect his eyes to snap back at you — how in the world could you have blurted that out? Or were you hoping to do that?

“Really?” There was no way you could take it back now.

“Really.” You repeated, tilting your head cutely, “Why wouldn’t I feel honoured of you saving the day, colonel?”

Had your liquid courage been stronger, you would've openly stared at his well-defined muscles. Thankfully, you were able to control yourself.

Barely.

That shirt of his was fighting for its dear life, truly. 

“Or is it ‘sheriff’ tonight?” You pursed your lips, “Buuut to be honest, that title doesn’t suit you — that shirt right there is a crime to begin with,” 

“I could say the same for you, lil’ lady,” His arm flexed when he placed a hand on the bar counter behind you, “That dress of yours could get you in a whole lotta trouble,” 

“Oh? Says who?” His face hovered over yours, the spark in between was so powerful, none of you noticed DuBois silently threatening the Thinker across the room. 

“Sheriff, remember?”, He tipped his hat, “Whatever I say goes,” 

Ooh, and you were tempted to push his buttons even further — to know what sort of ‘trouble’ he was referring to.

But the highlight of your day had to end somewhere, starting with a scream followed by the local armed forces cocking their guns. 

You didn’t mean to stand nearer to Rick, and he didn’t mean to keep you close by your shoulder, but none of you said a word about it — it wasn’t the right time either.

Bigger fish to fry, sadly.

The suspense only grew when the forces demanded everyone for their identification cards. You caught a glimpse of Chris, standing at Rick’s other side, taking out his pocket knife. His action forced you to tip-toe over his shoulder in order to verbally stop him. 

“Chris!” The two of you had a staredown, with you winning the silent argument when Rick joined in. Out of habit, your eyes darted to Abner’s and Cleo’s, who watched you and the rest worriedly. You cocked your head to the back door, the stiffness of your movement and the stern ‘get out of here’ look were enough to get them on their feet, taking the Thinker with them. 

“Calm down!” DuBois guffawed in a feigned drunkenly state, “There’s no need to disturb everyone’s night. I’m right here, I’m the one you’re looking for!” Bless that man’s soul.

“You ready?” You shivered at Rick’s voice. Who knew it could get even deeper?

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Your shoulders sagged — just when you thought you had a chance. Sighing in exasperation, you raised your hands the same time Rick did, where he announced that the three of you were also the Americans they were looking for, much to Chris’ dismay. 

“What?” He hissed, earning himself scolding stares from both of you yet again.

“Play along,” You gritted through your teeth, just seconds before being cuffed and forced onto your knees.

Rick could’ve made his move without the interruptions of the local military but hey, a job’s a job.

It’s no secret that Rick’s a stubborn man and he’s well aware of it. That’s why he was confidently recruited as a leader — he knows what he wants and would do whatever’s necessary. It didn’t matter if it was Waller’s orders or his own judgement. But, again, a stubborn man. Sometimes, he won’t act on it, not until the last minute. 

But, if there’s ever a time where he’ll admit his faults, especially when one’s pointed it out before, it’s now — beaten, bruised and profusely bleeding, though, he didn’t miss the way Chris’ eyes flashed a different kind of emotion — guilt. 

He didn’t want to do this, he had to, and while Rick had every right to antagonize him to the max, betraying not only him but also the entire team who gave him the benefit of the doubt, he didn’t. Instead, he accepted the predicament he was in, the glass shard penetrated into his skin and likely an artery or two, he rolled onto his back, Chris’ silhouette looming over him.

But, in came his saviour.

You.

Barging in and all hell broke loose.

The way you ran up to Chris, wielding a chainsaw that he was sure wasn't yours, dishevelled and downright furious when you noticed the glass pierced into Rick's chest. That was a sight to behold, to him, at least.

To Chris, it probably seemed like a horror movie — like when the antagonist of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre caught sight of their target.

You managed to damage Chris a couple of times but most importantly, you successfully scared him off, no longer caring about the drive he’s now possessed. You threw the weapon elsewhere and kneeled right next to Rick, unbothered by the rubble that dug into your knees.

"Hey, hey," You took hold of his hand, hoping you weren't too late, "Rick, I'm here," He coughed.

"You c-came," His lips quirked, clutching onto your soft hand in his.

"Of course I did," You answered incredulously — did he think otherwise? You didn't want to know, "Something felt off, I-I had to look for you but then I couldn't find you and I just-"

"H-hey..." He croaked, stopping you from your rambling.

"H-hm?" You blinked away the tears that clouded your vision. His grip tightened, not enough to hurt you but you figured he was telling you to come closer. Thus, you leaned in closer, your side profile hovering over his face. You wanted to ask him again when he strained himself to sit up. Your panicked state didn’t last long, however, when his chapped lips brushed your cheek. You froze up, uncertain if this was a mind game until he pulled your hand again, forcing you to look at him. 

His eyes are so beautiful. He’s so beautiful. 

What better way to close the gap between the two of you than with a kiss?

The intimacy only bloomed when your fingers intertwined with his, your other hand cradled his face. He’d do anything to wipe away your tears, not because it’s getting in the way, but because he didn’t like to see you this distressed; especially when it’s because of him. There were so many things to address, questions to be answered and things to change, for the better, of course.

But your hopes for a better future went down the drain when his hold began to loosen up. His weakened state forced you to pull away, 

“Rick?” No response, just his breathing — too slow to your liking, though, to the point that all you could do is scream out the first two names that came to your mind. 

DuBois & Cleo.

Who knew they'd barge in moments after, saving not only Rick but you in the nick of time. Though DuBois wanted to beat Chris to a pulp, he couldn't ignore the way you screamed bloody murder. Truly, a sound that would've haunted him for days if he didn't act fast.

They didn't even question you on the hand-holding — like them, you've been through hell and back, and Rick was at the brink of dying.

Something they were all too familiar with. They’ve had enough 'excitement' for one day. Or weeks. Hell, make it months.

All DuBois could do was carry his friend while Cleo placed one of your arms around her shoulders for support. You weren't injured, not badly, at least, but she could tell how mentally drained you were. She and DuBois may not have the same type of relationship with Rick as you do, but knowing you cared for him was enough for them to know. 

The events that went down soon after moving in a blur as if your body was moving on autopilot.

DuBois had placed Rick down somewhere, against a building wall before turning you with an unreadable expression, at first. Then, you looked into his eyes, like, really looked into it and understood.

Take care of him.

So, that's what you did, but not without a mild argument in between.

"NO!" DuBois shot his hand out, the others already chasing after the colossal being, "You stay right here, and that's that!"

You would've yelled back out of spite but he was right. You weren't losing Rick — you couldn't. Someone has to watch over him while they deal with the chaos.

So, you zipped your lips and gave a tense nod.

Then, came the moment of truth.

Waller's god-awful screaming, the dramatic showdown and soon, Starro's fall.

Oh, and rats. Loads of them.

You didn’t think twice about wrapping your arms around Rick's near-lifeless figure when thousands, if not, millions of rodents appeared out of nowhere. You weren't sure if you did so to protect him or comfort yourself through all this, but you could've sworn you felt his fingers lightly digging into your sides.

All he could register in his mind was you. Understandable, considering the temperature difference from the uncontrollable blood loss he's experiencing.

There was no certainty about his well-being after this. It's not his ideal way to go, obviously — where was the homey atmosphere you've told him about? 

Well, maybe it didn't matter anymore. If this was the only way he could savour what could possibly be his final moment, at long last, with you, in his embrace, so be it.

Your voice soothed him like no other, tuning out the catastrophe that was happening just a short distance away.

You weren't aware of the time that passed until you felt a tap on your shoulder, only to find Harley before you. They were a little worse for wear but you're just thankful to see them alive.

"Harley..." You choked out and accepted her bear hug as soon as she kneeled right in front of you. Seeing Rick unresponsive was one thing but watching you so grief-stricken was a little too much. Harley ruffled your hair, unfazed by the tears that dripped down to her shoulder.

"There, there, everything'll be alright," She shushed you ever-so-softly. She couldn't lose him too, hell, she'd probably go on a rampage if she lost both of you. Not when you've found the true meaning of happiness — a future that involves each other. She pulled you off and held you by the shoulders, "We're off the hook, y’know? We're free!"

"W-we are?" Free — such a foreign term, even if you were the one who brought it up not too long ago.

"Mhm! Looky there," She pointed to DuBois' direction, talking on the earpiece, "Milton blackmailed the shit outta that mean lady! Now we’re free as birds!"

You ignored her mistake of calling him 'Milton' in favour of the newfound information. The revelation should've been easy to comprehend, it's what you wanted, wasn't it? Still, Harley noticed the way you turned your head back to check on Rick.

"Helps on the way," She rubbed your back, "He'll be a-okay,"

You didn’t even give a damn about how pathetic you probably seemed when she sounded so sure of Rick's well-being. But as a professional, you held onto that trust. The rest came into view minutes after, with DuBois carrying Rick yet again to the airlift. Like Cleo moments ago, Harley's arm remained around your wobbly figure. 

It took you seconds to realize that Abner was nowhere to be found, only to spot Cleo holding a torn piece of his suit that again, dampened your mood. You loved that man like a brother you’ve never had — sharing each other’s hate for the Calendar Man and now, he’s gone. 

You’ll make sure to mourn for him as soon as you’re sensible enough to do so, plus the ones who died back on the island.

Milton, too, because that’s probably what Abner would’ve wanted. 

"Sad?" Nanaue questioned you when he and Cleo matched your sluggish pace.

"Yeah, a little" You smiled sadly, "I'll be okay though. Don't worry, Nanaue,"

He responded with a tilt of his head before pointing at a dead body, asking if it was 'nom nom'. Even through the banter between DuBois, Nanaue and Cleo, you could only focus on the man being carried, heaving as he tried to breathe. In the airlift, Harley wordlessly insisted you sit next to him, laying soundly as a medic did the necessary.

The others, minus you, DuBois and Nanaue, went out like a light. The only thing that comforted you at that very moment was Rick's thumb, slowly yet surely stroking the back of your hand.

Was he reassuring you, or himself?

Probably a little bit of both.

He even heard you smile when DuBois apprehensively petted Sebastian.

Either he was beginning to see the light of heaven or hell, or, dare he say, a beacon of hope.

» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics​

[lilywily143]

An Suffocating Nightmare

Tw Aquaphobia, Drowning, Panic Attack...?

Words: 2,116

This takes place between Season 1 & 2 for the time frame. This is the first official fic by me! So there will most definally be mistakes...

I hope you like the story thou!

"Come on! Why won't you come in?"

Cole had yelled from the opposite part of the pool to one of the only ninja who hasn't swam yet. Nya hasn't joined them in the deep end, but she wasn't even here at the pool yet.

"I told you! I wanna be in the warm sun! Not the freezing water!" Kai responded.

Kai put himself on one of the only open chairs from when they first got there. He says he will stay there so no one else will take it. So Kai had a reason. But, they didn't seem to accept that answer.

Not sure why they would, they were having fun, and Kai was enjoying himself on the solid ground.

Jay jumped into the conversation, "wouldn't you like a break? The water is actually very nice!"

"I'm having a nice break here!"

"Come on you two. Let's just have fun ourselves."

The two gave up and just went back to playing Monkey in the Middle with Lloyd. Zane was there as well, but Kai didn't have a good view of where he was. Probably trying to not make the water cold to the people close to him.

A couple of minutes later, they tried to get Kai off the chair again. But this time, Jay and Cole went up to him this time.

"What are you doing? I'm busy, as you can see."

Kai was busy sun-bathing and they didn't seem to care. They looked.... like they were planning something....

"Can we just talk about the fact you have been avoiding the water like the plague?" Jay said, grabbing Kai's full attention now. He stood up to look at them better than if he was laying down.

"Oh, what makes you say that?"

"Are you kidding? You haven't been in the water the entire 2 hours we have been here."

"..Is there a problem with that?"

Cole jumped in, "honestly, I'm surprised that you aren't dying from heatstroke, fireball."

"You do seem... way more... hot? than usual."

"Because my sun-bathing is giving me a handsome tan?" He did a small hair flip to show how much more pretty he got with his time in the sun. Ignoring the fact he was burning up. But, more internally thou, with his thoughts.

"Oh, First Master, not that type of hot! The hot that makes it seem you are nearly on fire."

"I'm always nearly on fire. Have you met me?"

"Yes. I have met you. And you are not always nearly on fire."

Kai sat himself back on the chair and ignored them. But they didn't want to go down without a fight apperently. They grabbed him by the arms and started to drag him to the edge of the pool.

Hey. HEY! WHAT ARE Y-" Not even a chance to fight against their combined strength as he was shoved into the water.

No no no! I'm going to drown! There's so much water! Where's the floor? I can't see it!! Where..? Where? Yes!

Kai's head popped out from under the surface, gasping at the fresh air, feet planted on the floor. The tiled..... filled with water... pool floor.

Ok! Ok. I'm not dead. Somehow... It's the shallow end!!! The shallow end is safe!!! It's safe!! It's safe. I'm safe.

Kai's relived self was interrupted by someone's splash. He looked towards the splash origin. He saw a bunch of ripples there that would hit Kai with every wave. Followed by Jay shooting back up with a smaller splash than the last one.

"Whooo! You're in! Time to have some fun with you!" Jay shouted in excitement, punching Kai in the shoulder. Cole followed suit with Jay, giving Kai a jab in the arm, and walking with him towards the...

The deep end.

Kai didn't follow them. He stayed where he was. Even with them in the deep end, he could still hear their conversation. Being a big brother, you need to keep an ear out on everything.

"Wow. You two know you didn't need to shove him into the pool, right?"

"Yeah. We know. He just wouldn't listen to simple reasoning."

Yeah, if it was only simple for me to explain why I wouldn't "listen"

"Seems he's giving you the hot shoulder for doing that."

Kai could hear the grin Lloyd had on his face. He... maybe.. was giving them the shoulder for scaring- Not scaring!! Not scaring.. But for... just forcing him into the pool. Yeah, thats it.

But, he couldn't be mad. Kai never gets mad at them. They wanted him involved. How could he get mad at that? But Kai still didn't want to get involved into something like... that.

"Come here!!" Kai felt a strong pull on his shoulder. Kai jolted towards where he was pulled, the other ninja. But he soon stopped his sudden journey to the ninja.

Sticking his ground in the shallow end, but getting uncomfortablely close to the dropping floor that ended in the deep end.

Jay looked at him, end looked pissed. Was end mad at Kai?? Is Jay going to-?

"Get over here with us!! Come on!!" Jay continued to pull Kai closer and closer to the others in the deep end. He had to stop end.

"After forcing me into the dumb pool?? I want to be far away from you."

Jay shoted him a look of hurt.

"How could you be so distant to us??" Jay sniffled. Were those..? Tears in ends eyes!? Kai got scared from the look. "Jay?! Wait! Don't be sad!" Kai got closer to Jay to hug end. Then Kai felt arms wrap around him.

"Join us!!!!"

Kai barely could respond before he was shoved. To the deep end. He broke through surface of the water. But instead of breaking to the surface, like he would have loved to be able to do, Kai was sinking down. Kai flaied his arms and legs in an attempt to go upwards. There was no progress.. He kept sinking and sinking. Kai was desprate to keep his mouth shut. Keep a breath. Keep his life. I'm going to live! I'm going to live..! I'm.....

He got kicked by one of the other swimmers of the pool. Sinking him further. Forcing his mouth to open. His lungs started to get filled with water. I'm..... I'm already dead. Aren't I? It hurts. Why won't the pain stop....?

He was probably crying. The tears joining the seemingly massive pool. He was just a weak ninja. He didn't even know how to fucking swim and save himself. I'm just an idiot. Dumb. Weak. Weak. Weak.

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By some miracle, something cold wrapped around Kai's, under his arms. He wanted to open his eyes, but nervous to let his eyes get hurt from the chlorine.

But he didn't need to be nervous about that as Kai and whoever was holding him broke through the surface of the water into the fresh air. Kai opened his eyes to try to get grasp on his surroundings, but his tears blurred his vision.

Kai tried to gasp for air but his lungs were filled with too much water. He started to have a coughing fit. His body desperately trying to get the water out of Kai's system. The person who grabbed Kai helped him paddle to an edge.

Even with his water logged ears, Kai could hear some people panicking. Are the panicking for him? Why would they? He was such a weak ninja. Maybe they were panicing for Lloyd or someone who was actually strong.

Kai was laid against the edge of the pool, he felt other people grab his arms and pull him out of the water. He flopped onto his stomach trying to get a grip on his surroundings.

Kai picked himself up, then threw up water onto the ground. Fuck, Kai couldn't see through his tears, but it was probably disgusting. He kept coughing more and more water.

Kai soon moved himself to the side and landed on his back. He noticed some shadows covering the sun from hitting his eyes. But Kai had no grasp on what they were.

But, immediately after, he felt pressure on his chest in intervals. Kai was so out of it that he barley grasped the feeling of more water rising up his throat. Luckily, he felt it at the last moment and Kai quickly picked himself up to throw up more water on the ground.

The water finally left his ears and his tears slowed down enough for him to see more clearly. Kai went back to a laying position, looking up at whoever was helping get the water out of his system.

Not like they needed to. It would have been better if he rotted in the water. They could lose a weak ninja so easily in a way without them kicking Kai out.

"Kai! Kai! I'm so sorry!!!"

"Dude! It's not your fault! You didn't know!!"

"None of us did!!!"

Why were these people so loud??

"Shut up...."

"Kai!" Kai felt people close in and wrap their arms around. Locking his arms in place. So close... so suffocating...

"Off.. Off! Please...."

The people pulled away from him, but they were still pretty close.

"Kai.... I'm so sorry...." Kai finally got a good look at the people around him. The one who was talking right now...was... who? Oh, Jay.

Wait... was end crying?? Was it genuine tears or was it like earlier??

"I wish I knew... I should have known...."

The tears on ends face started to stream down.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't want you to get hurt!" Jay's face was covered to wipe away the tears. Kai could tell end was genuine with the apology. He slowly scooted over to Jay, who was to his right, and gave end a small hug.

Jay tried to hug back, but Kai immediately pulled away. He didn't want to be in the same place as the ninja. They shouldn't be wasting their time with him. Kai looked down to face away from them.

He knew they were staring at him with disappointment.

"Thi-" *cough cough* "This was *hic* m-my fault."

Fuck, he shouldn't have said anything. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to go home.

"How is it your fault? You did nothing" That was Cole. Kai knew their voice. Now he had to explain....

"E-e-exactly. I d-didn't *hic* let you know why-y. Cause I-I'm so *hic* dumb to not l-let you know." Kai started to cry again

"Hey! No. No. You aren't dumb." He felt someone cold hug from behind him. Zane. Must have been the one who saved him.

"Could you let us know why you didn't tell us? You don't have to now. We're just curious."

Kai stayed silent.

"Alright. You don't need to say anything right now. You don't even need to tell us today."

Kai smiled. He was just too overwhelmed by everything. He was happy to take a break now. He looked up at the leader of the group in front of him.

"C-Could we *hic* go home?"

"Of course. We have to tell Nya though to stay back home if she hasn't finished her work yet."

Wait.... Nya wasn't here yet. She didn't get here...

"N-no"

Lloyd stopped with his phone in tow.

"No?"

"Sh-she didn't even get to have fun here. D-don't bother her over th-this..."

"Nya needs to know what happened Kai. Even if it conflicts with her plans today."

Kai messed up... if he wasn't so weak and knew how to just fucking swim then no one would be dealing with this burden of a situation....

His friends got..... quiet all of a sudden...

Kai felt them all join the hug with Zane.

"Oh Kai..."

"You aren't weak...."

....What..

"D-did I really.... say that?"

"Yes.... and I agree. You are a strong ninja."

"You might not know how to swim, but a lot of us don't know how to do certain things that others can."

"It doesn't make you weaker. Ok?"

Kai stayed there in shock. Were they serious? Did they mean it? He started to cry again. Kai felt there grip tighten around him. But this time Kai hugged them back, happy they loved him so much, despite his flaws.

"Ok. I'm going to call her now and we can go home and.... watch a movie!"

"Movie Night!!!"

"Heck Yeah!!"

"Do you like that idea, Kai?"

He simply nodded his head. That did sound like fun.

☆▪︎Bonus ▪︎☆

Cut to Nya chasing Jay and Cole with Kai, Lloyd, and Zane vibing on the couch.

You. threw. Kai. Into. The. Fucking! Pool!?

I'm Sorry!!!!

We didn't know he couldn't swim!!!!

[fanficgenerator112]

Chapter 1

Catra’s POV

These princesses are so loud. Don’t they understand the meaning of “inside voice”? Their voices are even louder echoing off the marble walls of Brightmoon castle. 

We’re gathered in the war room for what was supposed to be a meeting but has turned into a party. Wrong Hordak, or whatever Entrapta calls him, made food for everyone and it’s surprisingly good for a clone making it. Adora called them sandwiches and there’s some sort of cake. 

I think we had it once when Adora turned 10 back at the Fright Zone. She was just starting cadet training and beat the record her first time in the simulation.

There’s some other stuff that no one has told me the name of yet but at least it tastes good. It’s better than the ration bars from the Horde that’s for sure.

I look over at Adora and smile. She’s laughing at a joke Arrow Boy told her. Her smile seems to light up the whole room, and not in the She-Ra way. She looks over at me and winks before turning to Sparkles and Scorpia. 

I can’t believe someone like her could love someone like me. No, Catra you deserve love. Remember what Perfuma said. You are loved, you are deserving, and Adora loves you, no matter what.

“Are you alright?” Melog purrs at my feet. “You looked troubled.” They wrap themselves around my ankles and nudge my calf.

“I’m fine buddy, just practicing what flowers told me. Positive thinking you know?” I pet their fur gently. “I’m alive, I’m with Adora, I’m... Happy.”

I smile looking at the group but Melog knows me too well. “There is still something Catra. What is wrong?”

“I just feel off.. like I still don’t belong. Sure everyone has forgiven me, even if I don’t deserve it, and they just ignore how horrible I was.” I look at everyone smiling and laughing. No one has come over to talk to me, not even Scorpia. I just fade into the background when the whole Princess Squad is together. 

“Perhaps our sessions haven’t been successful.” I jump hearing Perfuma’s voice come from behind me. “Sorry! I forgot how jumpy you are still. Do we need a session sooner then next week?”

“I-i..” I blush as I realize she’s heard everything I’ve said. “I’m fine!”

“Catra, do not push away the flowery one. She only intends to help.” I hate it when Melog is my voice of reason. They look up at me smugly. 

“I promise you are wanted Catra. You helped save us all. With out you we would have never known about hitting the chip on the back of the neck. And don’t forget how you saved Adora by confessing your love for her!” Perfuma gently places a hand on my shoulder.

“She told you about that!?” I cover my face embarrassed feeling my cheeks heat up.

“Catra are you ok?” Adora looks over at me concerned. “Do you need to step out for a sec?”

I blush at her kind gesture. “No, I’m fine. Thanks Adora.” I smile shyly as she comes over and kisses my cheek.

“One point for me,” She whispers before walking back to sparkles and arrow boy. I growl softly and Perfuma looks at me confused.

“We have a competition to see who can make the other blush more.” I explain quietly. “It’s dumb but she wants me to be more open about our relationship and she knows how competitive I am.”

“That’s a great way to get you out of your shell! And yes she did tell me but it was only me and it was during one of our sessions-”

“Wait Adora goes to you too?” I interrupt Perfuma saying my thoughts out loud. “I thought she was only pestering me about my issues. Does everyone go to you for therapy?” I suddenly feel very insecure. Melog wraps themselves around my legs and purrs softly.

“Everyone has problems and trauma to work through because of the war. Some are worse than others but everything we talk about is confidential unless specified. Adora wants to be able to talk to you about things but a first step we’re taking is using me as a bridge between you two.” I stare at her blankly. She gently takes my hand in her’s. “She knows you went through a lot when she left and wants to talk to you about it but doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or defensive.”

I sigh. “I guess that makes sense. Just please don’t tell her anything from our sessions, I’m not ready for her to know.” I look down at her hand on mine. A week ago I would have yanked my hand away but it feels, comforting, somehow. 

“Of course, do you want to take a walk?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” She leads me down the halls still holding my hand. I chuckle and she looks back at me.

“What is it?”

“Oh just how I used to hate you and now here we are holding hands like we’ve been friends our whole lives.”

Perfuma smiles gently. “I am very happy to hear you say you consider me a friend.”

I smile as we make our way into the courtyard and sit by the fountain. I pick at my claws absentmindedly and pull my knees to my chest. The flowers are in full bloom thanks to Perfuma and the magic returning to Etheria only elevates the brightness of the colors. Melog turns a gentle yellow color and rests their head on Perfuma’s lap.

“Catra,” Perfuma places a hand on my knee. “Remember what we said about body language.” I slowly put my feet on the ground, placing my hands in my lap. “Good. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I don’t know. I just feel out of place.” I shrug softly, “Like everyone could function fine if I wasn’t there. Adora is strong and capable as She-Ra, Glimmer and Bow have each other, and even Scorpia spends most of her time with you. I just feel-”

“Overlooked? Not needed?”

“Yeah,” I sigh looking up at the stars. “I don’t feel in control of anything. In the Horde I had power, I was looked up to for decisions and here I just fade into the background. I’m not a princess, I don’t have powers. The only thing I have going for me is Adora and even that doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean by that?” 

I look down ashamed. “Adora is all I’ve ever wanted. She’s the reason I did everything I did. But now that I have her there is still-”

“A gap.” Perfuma smiles.

“How are you so good at this?” I laugh.

“I know because Adora feels the same. She feels you don’t need or want her to protect her. You both have very strong personalities. You’re what I would call Alpha personalities. You are protectors, providers, and dominant. Tell me, who takes the lead when you are involved sexually?”

I stand up quickly, puffing up my tail. “Why would you ask something like that?!” She raises her eyebrows and I mumble under my breath, “Adora.”

“And would you like to take the lead sometimes?” I blush and Melog turns a light shade of pink. “I’ll take that as a yes. But you’re too afraid to say that cause you know she is a dominant person. So you both seem to be dancing around the problem of you love each other but are not what each other need.”

“What do you mean by that?” I sit on the ground by Melog and scratch their head trying to calm my breathing.

“You are both Alphas like I said. You protect. But an Alpha needs a nurturer. Someone to be a voice of reason and to look after the Alpha. You’ve tried to take that submissive role but that’s not who you are.”

“What do you suggest we do?” I tilt my head, my ears pinned to my head.

She stands, “That’s for you and Adora to discuss.” She walks off into the castle past a tearing up Adora.

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A/N

1355 Words

Whooo. there’s my first ever Catradora fic chapter. I am so so so sorry it took so long. I’ve been bombarded with schoolwork and my part-time job so writing has been put on the back burner. Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and let me know what you all think! My asks are always open.

Thank you so much to @she-ra-writings for inspiring me and letting me use some of her headcannon as inspiration!

Thanks for reading Lovelies!

<3, M.

[iamkidfish]

Could you please do an angry smutty Shelby and Toni fic with all of the fighting and tension that they had before but now they have an *ahem* outlet to work out their anger

Whooo boy, I don’t know this is what you meant anon, but here we go. I hope it ticks some of your boxes!

Please be mindful, this fic deals with some heavy topics, such as a character death (not explicitly written, but still), suicidal thoughts/ideation, as well as using knives in potentially dangerous setting.

lay me gently in the cold dark earth

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It goes like this.

An island in the middle of the ocean. A group of lost girls, yet to be found. 

Two girls. A cliffside. A misplaced step, a scrabble of rocks and scrambling hands. A lurch of momentum. It’s too much and not enough.

A choice. She makes a decision, maybe it’s the right one, maybe it’s not, but a decision is made.

Strength, it’s a funny thing. Humans have endured for thousands of years but only by decision, by choice. She chooses to save. She chooses to be changed, by good, by love.

It goes like this.

An island in the middle of the ocean, Two girls, friends by extraneous circumstances.

One slips, the other falls.

There are two girls and then there is one.

Then, a scream, that pierces the sky and shatters the earth.

It goes like this.

Somewhere far away, in a small house on a small piece of reclaimed land, a mother falls to her knees. 

Sometimes it’s inexplicable, a mother’s intuition 

It goes like this.

Everyone moves into autopilot. They pack wet sand with dry and gather wild flowers from the hill. They close her eyelids so she could be sleeping. Other than that, it’s nothing like the first time they surround a figure laying in the sand.

One of the girls doesn’t even show.

Instead, she sits on a different cliff, her blonde hair whipping in the wind.

Her feet dangle over the edge. It doesn’t scare her.

She remembers a different time, sitting here with another girl, hand pressed to cheek, a conversation about doubts. About hope. About love. 

Now, all she thinks about is how easy it would be to jump, to fall.

It goes like this. 

The girl thinks about another time, from her life before. Of two girls, one broken and one scared. She can’t remember who is who anymore.

She thinks of religion, not of God, but religion, in the general, all-consuming sense. She was never one to question her faith, but now, she’s not so sure.

God doesn’t make mistakes, but she’s beginning to think maybe she’s made one. 

She thinks of Jesus, how he suffered for hours on the cross. She knows this time wasn’t like that. It was quick and she didn’t suffer. Her breath still cuts into her side like thorns.

It goes like this.

She moves forward, inch by inch, amazed at the grains of rock and sand that fall over the edge almost dreamily. 

This all feels like a bad dream.

She closes her eyes. She wills herself to move, to slip over the edge. Maybe she deserves it. Maybe she wants it.

Her legs and arms stay stubbornly still. They’re taunting her.

She doesn’t move.

But oh God, her mind wants.

It goes like this.

She hides out in the woods. Under a big tree with long branches sloping downwards, heavy with fruit.

It takes two nights for one of the others to find her. Of course, it’s her, who finds her. She waited at their spot after all. 

The other girl doesn’t say anything, just sits down, turned in the other direction. 

There’s too much to say.

Neither of them talk at all.

It goes like this. 

They go another full day without talking. She gets the sense the other girl and her anger is boiling just under the surface. It’s only a matter of time before it spews out, hot and volatile.

She’s prepared to get hit by the fire, by shrapnel. She’s prepared to be consumed, to be burned.

She thinks of a Bible verse. The book of James, verse 3. The tongue is also a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body.

She thinks of Hell, surrounded by fire and evil, and she thinks, for the first time in her life, she deserves to go. 

It goes like this,

The other girl is awake before she is. She knows because she hears the soft weight of footsteps against the forest floor.

She faces the girl. Her eyes look rubbed raw. Her face is blotchy and red. Fresh tear tracks streak down her cheeks. 

The girl opens her mouth. Fire descends down onto both of them.

It goes like this. 

Their voices start low, tightly controlled and constricted. As if they’re both afraid to let loose. 

Then, it builds and builds.

Her voice grows loud, mixing with the other girl’s, until they’re both shouting. Screaming. Launching words back and forth like punches.

They both aim to hurt.

She’s surprised when she makes the first move towards the girl. She overpowers her by height and weight and rage. 

They slam into the trunk of the tree. It rattles the bones in her jaw. It rattles her. She hadn’t expected the pain to feel good. 

Hadn’t expected to like the power she had by pinning the other girl to the tree by the wrists. It courses through her veins like a drug, mixing with the anger and the hurt.

She spits out her words, all venom.

The other girl spits back. 

Maybe all they are is good at hitting each other where it hurts. Maybe they were never destined to last, at least in this life, on this island.

It goes like this. 

The other girl lunges. Grabs the hunting knife she keeps in her back pocket. She feels the cool, dangerous metal press against her throat. She feels her heart jump into rhythm in her chest. 

She almost laughs. 

She wills the girl to press harder, for the blade to cut into her skin, so she can bleed. 

Their eyes meet and she almost begs. But decides the truth would hurt even more. She relishes in it. 

Don’t you think I wish it was me? That I was the one to fall instead of her? I was the one to trip, Martha chose to save me instead of herself. I know you wish it was the other way around, but it’s not and I’m sorry!

She realizes it’s the first time she’s cried since the accident. Now, the tears come in full force.

The other girl has the audacity to look shocked.

It goes like this. 

Somewhere in the middle, their lips meet. 

The knife gets thrown away and she almost misses it. But then the girl’s mouth is on her lips, her neck, her chest, bruising and ravenous.

She wakes up from the fog that’s been over her head the past few days and presses back, harder. She doesn’t stay in any one place for long. She rips at the fabric of the other girl’s clothes because this is what she needs right now. 

To mark, to claim, to take. 

Neither of them wants to submit to the other.

The other girl growls into her neck, whispering barbed, fractured sentences. She remembers their first time, the soft, slow words. It’s exactly the opposite of what she needs right now. 

It goes like this. 

The other girl shoves a hand down her front. It’s jarring, her fingers swiping through wetness and entering her with no words, no pretense.

She shudders and rocks into the girl’s hand, at a blinding pace. 

The other girl grips at her back, nails sinking into the skin there. She hopes they’ll leave marks. 

They fuck hard pressed against the bark of the fruit tree. 

It’s bitter and violent and gentle and loving. Above all else, it makes her feel alive. Even though that’s the last thing she wants to be right now. 

They’re both crying as she comes.

It goes like this. 

An island in the middle of the ocean. Two girls lean into each other, united by their shared grief. 

It’s too much and not enough

It goes like this.

A group of girls get rescued.

They learn to heal.

They’re irreparably changed by something good, something like love. 

[heyjude19-writing]

I've been reading along with Remain Nameless since July and have been trying to understand the relationship between the song and your fic. Without giving too much away, could you clue me in to why you chose to name ur fic after this song?

Oh anon, I love this question and allow me to apologize in advance for the length of my response. Since you’re caught up, my answer definitely doesn’t spoil anything.

Before I jump into a full on lyrics analysis as I’ve applied it to my story, I’ll note that one theme from HP canon, and I suppose in my fic as well, is the importance given to family names. Young Draco was raised constantly hearing how special the Malfoy name was in wizarding society and he’s so stupidly proud of it (see the way he taunts Ron when they first meet on the Hogwarts Express). His self worth as a child is so wrapped up in his family legacy, and we see how that thrusts him down the path of trying to please his father and live up to expectations that nearly get him killed. But post-war? Post-war his family name is nothing but a burden. It’s why he goes to the muggle café after all, (beyond just because his healer encouraged him to) just to exist in public as a completely anonymous person. No one in there is going to bother him because he’s a Malfoy. And so from the song lyrics: “I wish to remain nameless/And live without shame/'Cause what's in a name, Oh/I still remain the same”

Who are we if not our name? This is a difficult concept for Draco, because why should it matter? He knows his own character, he knows he’s experienced change and growth, but what do others see when they look at him: former death eater, pureblood, obscenely wealthy. All because of his name.

The man only wants to disassociate from his troubled past, but not many magical folk would see beyond his surname. If he could but shed some of that shame, maybe others would give him a chance and see what he has to offer the world. I’m going to avoid my tangent about the obvious Romeo and Juliet quote within this lyric, but if you need me to expound on that too, I’ll bite.

Ok, so! Names are super duper important to purebloods in HP, obviously. But for Hermione, her name is given this new weight post war, right? Now she’s Hermione Granger, one-third of the Golden Trio, war heroine. She can do anything right? Brightest Witch of Her Age, she should know nothing but success in everything she does? Whooo that’s a lot of pressure, no? And so for Hermione, I see her as just wanting to also be free of the expectations associated with her name, and the muggle world (where she grew up and is comfortable navigating) is a great way for her to also seek some refuge.

More lyrics for you: “I know everybody lets you down/I'll do the same/But know I'll always be around/This can remain the same/”

This is purely a Draco pov summary, for me, for much of the story. Based on their heart-to-hearts in the café, and how Hermione said she recognized a sameness in him, he knows that she too understands how it feels when the world around you has failed you a bit. And he’s constantly afraid he’ll fuck things up with Hermione and add to her pile of disappointments, but he can’t stop himself from loving her.

More lyrics, and dear anon, let me again apologize because you probably wanted a simple answer: “You can call it what you want/You can call me anything you want/You can call us what you want/You can call me anything you want/”

So I’d also say this is a good summation of Draco’s pov again. At this stage of his life, Draco’s name is no longer important to him. Because what’s the point? It’s also a kind of poetic request here in these particular lyrics from Draco to Hermione in the vein of “I literally don’t care how you want to define us, I just want to be yours in whatever way that suits you.”

…did that answer your question? Was it rambling self-indulgent nonsense? A bit of both? Thank you for this, either way. ❤❤❤

[millennialfangirl]

Wherever You Will Go (post AoS Dousy Fic)

Fandom: Agents of Shield Pairing: Daisy x Daniel Rating: Teen and up Word Count: 1,717

Summary: 

What kind of present time is the team returning to after their hard fought battle against the Chronicoms? Will Daisy get her happy ending? If Daniel has anything to say about it, he'll always find his way back to her. Is there someone out there who can bring him back to her?

(entirely inspired by the song "Wherever You Will Go," by The Calling.

A/N: 

Whooo boy yall. I heard this song the other day and was just struck with inspiration for Dousy.

It's also my attempt at an endgame fix-it fic of sorts regarding plotholes and the lack of Phil Coulson and Daisy Johnson in the MCU, and aos/endgame fusion if you will.

This is a multi-chap with it all plotted out, and several chapters drafted. Non-beta-ed, we die as men.

I hope you'll join me for the ride!

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1:

For a moment, silence rings throughout the Zephyr.

Daisy slumps against the wall, exhausted. The adrenaline from the final fight against Malick and the Chronicoms is starting to dissipate. 

“The Zephyr is stable. Anyone still standing, make your way to the bridge for a headcount,” Mack’s voice booms through the stillness. 

Somehow she finds the strength to make it through the corridors, the desire to see her team and make sure Daniel is safe, the only thing keeping her going. Finally, she turns the last corner and sees Coulson first. 

He turns in time to see her as she half hugs, half collapses in his arms. 

“Whoa, whoa, I got you.” 

“Did we win?”

“Yea, we won. You can rest now,” he says leading her to one of the bench seats. 

Then she’s pushing against him, fighting against his hold. 

“No, where’s Sousa? Did he make it?”

“I’m right here,” he affirms from behind her. 

Daisy feels a wave of relief at hearing his voice. She turns and finds him looking at her with a similar look of relief. 

Without thinking about the consequences or who is watching, they step toward each other, and Daisy immediately pulls him down for a kiss. He wraps his arms around her without thinking, supporting as much of her weight as he can. The kiss is life affirming and celebratory, but there’s a desperation underneath, both of them scared that the fight’s not really over, that any minute now one of them will disappear. 

“Ay Dios Mio,” Yo-yo grumbles as she passes them. 

They pull apart, faint blushes covering their cheeks. It only lasts a minute before Daisy’s putting nearly all of her weight on Daniel. In an instant, he lifts her into his arms and carries her over to the seats. He carefully sits down with her, and her head immediately finds his chest. 

“I told you so,” Mack rubs in Yo-yo’s face. 

One by one, the rest of the team filters in. Injuries are assessed and hugs are shared. 

Coulson and Mack quietly discuss their next steps.

“Everyone needs a break, and a really good night of sleep,” Mack suggests. 

“Agreed. Fortunately for us, we have all the time we need here in the temporal zone. Let them rest, eat. We can regroup in 12 hours,” Coulson tells him. 

Mack gives the order to everyone, and the team scatters. 

***

Daniel carefully settles Daisy onto the bed of her bunk. Methodically, he takes off her boots, and then her gauntlets. He gently sits next to her on the bed, and softly moves hair out of her bruised face. Even with the dark purple spots and cuts, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“Heyya, Danny-boy,” she says sleepily with a half smile.

He laughs out loud and brings her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. 

“Back atcha, Quake.” 

She turns her head into her pillow and groans in embarrassment. She’s never going to forgive Mack.  

“You need to get some rest,” he prods. 

“You know, I’d normally fight you on that, but I kind of feel like I was hit by a truck.”

“You never have to pretend you’re okay with me,” he tells her earnestly, rubbing his hands up and down her arm soothingly.

“Then can I ask you to stay? I don’t want to be alone.” 

“Thank God. I don’t want to leave your side,” he answers, already sliding his shoes off and propping himself up against the headboard beside her. 

“You should lay down and get some sleep too,” she insists.

“I will. I just want to watch over you for a little while.” 

Daisy blushes, but curls herself around him and lays her head on his lap. He automatically starts running his fingers through her hair. 

“I thought you would have had enough of that by now,” she mumbles.

“Never enough,” he says softly. “Now get some sleep.” 

His gentle touch and comforting embrace lulls her to sleep within minutes. 

***

Daisy wakes to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the Zephyr. She also can’t help but notice a warm body wrapped around her. Her suspicions are confirmed when she opens her eyes and all she can see is the blue of Daniel’s shirt. That damn shirt. 

Her head is tucked under his chin, and her arms are curled up between them. She’s using one of his arms as a pillow, while his other one is holding her close. She recognizes the intimacy of the moment, how they somehow jumped a million steps, but it feels right. 

“Good morning,” she hears his deep voice mumble against her hair. 

“Possibly the best one since 1931.” 

She nuzzles further into him, and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. 

“Definitely the best,” he confirms.

“As much as I would like to stay here and fall right back to sleep, I’m starving, and I can smell Coulson cooking breakfast.” 

“Oh no, I better get out of your way before you quake me,” he mocks. 

“The square has jokes, huh?”

“A few.”

He’s blushing when he leans over to kiss her softly. Her hand finds a home in his hair, and she kisses him back. His hand starts gliding up and down her spine, and without thinking, she gives more over to the kiss. She nibbles his lip, and he moans, causing her to stop, but he follows her quickly with his tongue, surprising her. From there, it’s a blur, both of them becoming heated. His fingertips are just grazing her stomach under her tank top when a loud knocking interrupts them. 

“Daisy...Coulson has food ready. C’mon before it gets cold,” Jemma informs her from behind the door. She’s quiet for a moment before continuing. “And bring Sousa with you.” 

Both of them are catching their breaths as they stare at each other, not flushed with embarrassment, but longing. 

“That wasn’t funny,” Daisy says staring up at him with emotion.

“No. It wasn’t funny at all,” he replies, voice thick with the same emotion. He caresses her cheek softly. “Let’s get you some food.”

Daisy agrees and lets him pull her out of bed. They decide to part ways to freshen up and change clothes before facing the new day. 

***

Everyone is gathered around the common area near the small kitchen galley. Daisy can hear the laughter as she comes down the hall from her bunk. It looks like she’s the last to arrive as she spots Daniel sitting at the table. On the opposite side, she catches the tail end of Mack’s story that has them all giggling.    

“And then she did a full on superhero landing, right in front of hundreds of people, live on t.v.”

“She totally outed herself as Quake,” Jemma says, leaning over to show Daniel a picture on her phone. 

He’s laughing along with everyone else when she clears her throat and makes her presence known. 

“I see how it’s gonna be. Should I bring up the Jasper Sitwell incident?” she threatens while leaning against the cabinets. 

Jemma jerks her phone away. “Oh, don’t be a spoil sport.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Tremors, we started off by telling him about how you saved our lives that day.”

Daisy grumbles as she starts to pour some coffee. “So what other dirty laundry have you aired, Mack Hammer?”

“Well, I have seen the,” Daniel pauses and looks to Jemma, “what did you call it? The goth phase?”

“Jemma!” Daisy shrieks.

“I’m sorry! We got carried away telling stories.”

“I think my favorite hair is the purple streak,” Daniel adds. 

Daisy just face-palms.

 “Okay, okay. Sousa, I’ve been dying to ask you for some SSR stories,” Coulson intervenes. 

Daniel dives into a hilarious anecdote about Howard Stark and one of his inventions. As Daisy prepares her plate and sits down next to Daniel, she soaks in the peacefulness. From there, the conversation flows from one war story to another, some hilarious, some sad. 

Long after their plates are emptied, they’re still going at it. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute...Thor’s real?” Daniel asks, shocked. 

All of the girls nod and sigh, and Jemma pipes up, “I think I’ve got a picture!”

Jemma immediately pulls up a photo to show Daniel.

“You sure did find that awfully fast,” Fitz grumbles. 

Daniel looks and his eyebrows raise. “That's...impressive.” 

Daisy nearly chokes on her cold coffee, Daniel’s word choice reminding her of their conversation in the time loop. Yo-yo and May try to lean over and catch a glimpse too.

“Oh, jeez. C’mon guys. He’s not that dreamy,” Coulson whines. 

“As much as I would love this particular conversation to continue, we do have some difficult things to talk about, like when we’re going home?” Jemma suggests as she puts her phone away. Everyone chimes in as they all start discussing problems back home.

“Hold on, hold on,” Coulson butts in. “Maybe we shouldn’t rush. You all deserve to have a break, and we have plenty of food. We all need to heal. We don’t know what we’ll be going home to.” 

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. We really have all the time in the world here,” Fitz responds. 

The conversation drifts from there, everyone sharing the various things they’re looking forward to doing when they get home. Discreetly, Daniel takes Daisy's hand under the table. 

Not discreetly enough that May and Coulson both don’t notice. Coulson leans into May as they continue to watch their friends, family really, talk about happier things. 

“He’s good for her,” he says with a hint of remorse.

“He is. I can feel his affection for her. It’s genuine,” May observes. 

Coulson goes silent as he watches on. 

“It’s more than you just wanting the team to have a break, isn’t it, Phil. What aren’t you saying?” May asks looking at him stoically. 

Coulson sighs and rubs his hand down his face. 

“You know how I had to go into the time stream to destroy it...well I saw a lot of future timelines. They all had one thing in common,” he says before pausing and looking at Sousa grinning from ear to ear at Daisy. 

“Daniel Sousa has to go back to 1955, or else he’ll cease to exist.” 

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