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[starshipsofstarlord]

There was a Girl...

Pairing | Jace Wayland x reader

Summary | When Clary becomes a shadowhunter, she notices how cold and ruthless Jace is. Every one seems to relate to his pain, not resonating at quite the same level. They’re all mourning nevertheless.

Warnings | Mentions of death, brief smut (handjob), angst, heartbreak, unrequited feelings (for Clary)

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Opening your eyes, you awoke to Jace's chest, his blonde hair falling over his face. You preferred how it looked when it was a little bit scruffy instead of slicked back, and you reached for one of the hanging strands. They were like seams of gold, reflecting from the light that hid within him.

Most people had the wrong perspective on the young man, they only saw a well skilled shadow hunter. But they ignored the smart and witty, yet simultaneously charming person that he was underneath all of his runes. His parabatai Alec was familiar with the set of abilities that his brother figure had, and all that he would accomplish. People thought, because of Jace’s distorted, and confusing past, that he was just another warrior to serve whatever institute that he was sent to.

But in fact, he was not. His duty would always be, to put his family and friends first. He liked to put you on the top of the list, but you always felt the need to scrap that idea, claiming that you could not be his priority from start to finish. It was as though you knew what you future held for you, and how indeed, he could not manage to protect every person that he cared about. The prospect was a great responsibility, far too much for one shadow hunter, even if they be among the best of their kind.

To put such a weight on your own shoulders was defiantly cruel, it would always end in failure, no matter what was done to prevent said downfall. There was never a possibility of saving everyone, that was insanity. The monsters had to kill, in order for you all to remain outside of Idris, and continue on with your heaven sent duty.

“Jace?” You could tell he was awake from how he smiled at the sound of your voice. “Come on.” It was an attempt to encourage him, but you were quick to realise that it wasn��t working. He didn’t like mornings all that much, for good reason too, after all you were shadowhunters.

“Jace.” Your voice became louder and clearer, up to the point where it no longer sounded like your own. He looked away from the screen, to see the new girl watching him. She had an expectant glaze to her green eyes, which were much different from the shield that was covering his own. His pools were surrounded by a shadow of grief, pulling down the entirety of his face to the point where it looked as though he no longer wanted to live.

And that wasn’t entirely incorrect, he struggled at life, often never finding a moment of happiness, and if he did, then he would paint a smile upon his face and wear it to satisfy everyone else around. He had tried to cope with the loss that burdened his heart so gravely, yet nothing made it feel okay. You’d want him to move on, whether it be to lose his vengeful esteem concerning your passing, or find someone else to confide in late at night, to stay up with talking as his head rested upon the pillow, that he needed to wash, so it didn’t smell like you.

Or even, if not to share a bed with this new person, your overall plan as you sat with the angels above would be to find some kind of peace. But that appeared to be the last thing that he wanted as he digitally scoured the city of New York for monsters to uncover, and kill. If he couldn’t protect you, the love of his life, then he would settle for doing so with humans, after all, that had been the way that you had gone. The job had been your passion, yet simultaneously your downfall, and he’d be fine if one of these days he failed to tackle a beast, and it got to him first.

“Clary.” He greeted her, wanting to remove a dangerous monster from the streets by decapitating it. In memory, he would use your favourite blade, spilling blood upon its glowing stake to keep your legacy continuing, although, it did not do much but serve to release Jace’s frustrations. It was a day in which he wanted to speak to nobody, have nobody following him, nor asking him mundane questions about what it meant to be a shadowhunter. Hell, he didn’t even know! To him, the lifestyle was nothing more than accommodated anguish, though, he had been told not to promote it using those words, otherwise, there wouldn’t exactly be many people lining up to join the adverse fight.

And one of the people that he had in mind concerning excitement over a dire and ‘exciting’ lifestyle was Clary. She was naive, and whilst she didn’t know everything, today wasn’t particularly the day in which he wished to explain it to her. It, being predominantly anything. Whilst he had managed to be nice to her during the first few days, it was out of courtesy, considering Alec had an instant distaste towards the wide eyed redhead; he wasn’t sure why, but he supposed that Clary could see a detail of himself that was hidden from the others.

However, even through Jace’s welcoming exterior, was in pain. The feeling tormented him, denying him a break from the patronising pressure, leaving him to hold blame to nobody but himself. The hurt was cemented into his eyes, reflecting as he watched all other tragedies with a stone cold expressions, them hardly affecting him, because he had and was experiencing the worst routine of torture that was possible to him. He had watched you die, and nothing could take those horrific memories from him, no matter how much he wanted them gone.

That was the last time that he saw you. When you passed in his arms, a large wound in your abdomen pouring out with blood, drowning his desperate hands as he tried his utmost to put pressure on the life threatening injury. He wanted to save you but he didn’t know how, his training had always claimed that killing the monsters was more important than saving the life of a shadowhunter from an unknown bloodline. There had been nothing to prepare him for that day in the field, he was a fighter, and taught to be so, not a healer; he wasn’t a medic, he was just a warrior. “What do you want?” Blatantly fell from his round lips as he cast an eye towards the newbie, unimpressed by her timing, or her presence at all.

Clearly, she hadn’t received the memo to leave him be, especially today out of all the rest. Alec, having the personalised intel as to why Jace was emitting a solitary rut understood why he wished to be alone, and respected the space, granting him as much time to himself as he wanted. And whilst Alec was your friend also, he could feel the deep longing that was stabbing his parabatai in the chest, and it killed him too. Your death had been so unexpected, and now without you, there was a void within the institute. And the archer felt as though Clary was trying to fill it, and he saw that as nothing more than disrespect, though she was probably ignorant to the history that wandered the halls.

Her face revelled back at his tone, but nevertheless she continued on with her prying. “I was wondering if I could join you on the hunt, I’m getting better, Izzy even said so.” Jace refrained from rolling his eyes, and contained the feeling that was trying to burst out of his chest. It was anger, directed at everyone that was still alive, including himself. There was no fairness in it, to say that he was sad was an understatement, he was eternally devastated, the death of you had broken him, crumbled him into a figure that he no longer recognised.

“No, you can’t Clary.” He dismissed her, walking away, and going to grab his seraph so that he could hunt this sucker down, and bring upon the same kind of pain to its family as its kind had down to him. God, did you look badass as you swung it, and the thought alone had tears resonating in his unmatched eyes, thinking of how it was the last relic that remained of you.

Walking casually into the armoury, Jace had his hands prized in the depths of his pockets, as his expert and quick fleeting eyes focalised on you, and the weapon within your hold. Your body leant in harmony with the blade, the sound of it woosh-img in the air satisfying to all that could hear; that being only you and the Wayland boy.

“Can i not train in peace?” You groaned, lowering the blade whence you realised that you were being watched. The eyes trailed up your side where your shirt had ridden up, raking over the rune that you had drew upon your skin only this morning. A light laugh fell from Jace’s lips as he stalked forward, taking your seraph out of your hand, and going to lob it upon the ground, but the stern look in your eyes stopped him. Instead, against his nature, he placed it down as though it were made of glass, and rose to stand before you once more.

“Not when you look that good.” The blonde retorted with a sly smirk, sliding his hands up the sides of your hips, finding absolute solace in the feel of your skin. He could be against you forever, and he would not complain, so long as it did last for such a time. “Makes me want to do things to you y/n y/l/n. Terrible things. What would the heads think?” He asked, in reference to those that were in charge of the institute.

Stifling down remarked laughter at his sensually intended words, you raised your forefinger to the space above his brows, and poked him with enough pressure, so that he would pay attention to the notion. “That you’re not thinking with your own.” You went to cross your arms, but instead, Jace grabbed them, moving down to cast his hand over your own.

“Oh, I’m not.” The shadowhunter confirmed, placing your hand upon the crotch of his sweats, applying enough force behind his grip so that you could feel him twitching. “I am indeed having thoughts from elsewhere, would you like to see my sweet?” Licking your lips, you nodded, watching as he peeled the layer away, wrapping your hand around his base, and giving him a few jerks, feeling his pulse race through his cock.

“Tell me more about what you’re thinking my love.” You bit your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, only to reverberate a groan from the blonde male. He panted as your pace quickened, and he was almost certain that he was going to spray his jizz all over the floor if you did not uphold your sexual administrations. His head leant back, as pleasured sounds broke through the clenching of his teeth.

And then, it all stopped as a voice, dressed in absolute disgust, written over with unmotivated shock, interrupted your little exchange. “Really guys, this is a gym, not your damned bedroom. The two of you really are disgusting!” It was Alec, and he cringed at the fact that he had seen his best friend’s cock being stroked in your grasp. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be training today, or at least, not in the asserted place for it.

“Clary.” Izzy called her name, wearing a short lived smile. Whence she studied the expression of the redhead, she was quick to pay attention to the disappointment upon her face. There was confusion laddered in her skin, masking it with creased that made her look worried all at the same time. “What happened?” The Lightwood woman asked concerned, bracing a hand upon said girl’s shoulder.

“Jace snapped at me.” The newcomer informed her, frowning at the prospect, and then after all that, he had stormed off, as though she didn’t even matter. She felt well and truly rejected, like a newspaper that had been tossed in the street, and ending up in a horrible puddle. “I thought he might have liked me, but his attitude says otherwise.”

Izzy twitched her nose; she knew what day it was. There was no way to break it to Clary easy that Jace had no amorous emotions towards her, and so instead of being blunt with the new resident at the institute, she decided to tell the woman a story. “There was a girl...” she began, knowing that after all was explained, that Clary would understand.

[hitnran]

PHYSICAL TOUCH (gender neutral! reader)

how they show their affection towards you physically

includes: ran, rindou

— RAN HAITANI

Ran towards his significant other is quite touchy. Not in a clingy way, but he likes to have a hand on you whenever he can. Compared to others, he shows his love through every way he can - gifts, words of affirmation, physical touch.

Prior to dating, his favorite thing to do was to poke at the sides of your face, teasing you for how soft your cheeks are. Sometimes he’d sling an arm over you playfully, putting all of his body weight onto you, causing you to trudge against the pavement. Other times, if you allowed it, he’d play with your hair.

“What’s the issue?” Ran teased, lightly chuckling as the tip of his chin softly dug into you.

“You’re heavy! Get off,” You complained with your steps getting shorter and slower. “Why do you keep doing that…”

He shrugged, grinning, “It’s fun.”

When you two do start dating, his physical affection towards you becomes more frequent. He would slowly ease into it, not because he’s afraid or shy, but because he wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

The first time you two held hands, getting ready to walk around the city, he reached his hand out to you, waiting for your response.

“What’s this?” You felt your face heat up. Your gaze shifted back and forth to his hand and back up at Ran.

He softly chuckled with his hand still out, the smiles of his eyes more prominent, “Wouldn’t want you to get lost, especially now that you’re mine.”

Ran’s fingers are long and slender. The tips of his fingers are often a little cold, with the other half warmed up from being covered in the material of his sweatshirts or tucked into his pockets. They feel quite soft when in contact with yours, his thumb rubbing over the top of your hand, silently affirming to you that he is all yours.

In public, his hand is most definitely on you at all times. Doesn’t matter where it is. Though, his favorite place to have it on your waist or just holding your hand if you two are walking. If it’s in a setting that requires sitting down, Ran will have his arm sling around your shoulder, his forearm lightly tucked in between the crook of your neck.

In private, shower you in physical affection i any way possible. He’ll use your lap as a pillow, he’ll seat you in between his legs, he’ll randomly pick you up at times, he’ll bite down on the sides of your face. Literally everything. He just wants to shower you in attention, especially if you two are alone. It means Ran finally has time away from his busy schedule, and he will use every minute of it on you.

If it’s cuddling, Ran likes to have you engulfed in his arms. You can smell the light, airy scent of his cologne as your face is buried into his chest. His fingers dancing along your back, his mouth close to your ear as he whispers everything he loves about you.

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou’s a little bit more complicated. It takes a while for him to adjust to a new relationship for various reasons. He says that it’s nothing that he can’t do, but in reality, he’s very nervous. The last thing he wants to do is make a mistake, hence why it took him a while to even think about giving you physical attention.

For Rindou, something must’ve happened for him to realize that he doesn’t often give you physical touch. It doesn’t often cross his mind, and if you didn’t say anything about it, he wasn’t going to think about it.

Prior to dating, maybe the least he would do his pat your back to signal you to move or swat your hand away. This stays the same when you start dating. Sometimes in public though, he’d grab onto your wrist to get through crowds, but immediately letting go once it calmed.

His older brother would 100% pick up on this. In fact, Ran found it a little creepy how he rarely saw you two doing anything, even when Ran would leave the house to give you two space.

Though, he wouldn’t bring it up to his little brother. He knew that Rindou just wouldn’t understand it, especially if it wasn’t coming from you. Instead, Ran would try other methods to push his brother more - he’ll thank him later.

Ran’s presence doesn’t bother the both of you that often. Most of the time, he leaves you guys alone. For Rindou, he might just get a little aggravated with Ran’s teasing and his little jokes here and there.

The three of you are out walking around their territory - Roppongi. It’s a busy area, and even if they ruled the place, they couldn’t do anything about the mass amount of people walking by.

“There’s a lot of people out today,” Ran mentioned, pulling you in to the side so others wouldn’t run into you. “Careful.”

“Oh, thanks,” You replied, thinking nothing of it.

Rindou also thought nothing of it, or well, he convinced himself that it meant nothing. He continued to walk alongside you, hands digging into the pockets of his sweatpants as he would consistently gaze over at whatever his older brother was up to.

A few minutes passed, and Rindou noticed that he kept doing it. Ran’s palm patting your back, his fingers wrapping around your arm here and there — Ran says it’s just because it’s crowded out today, but Rindou can smell bullshit if it’s from his brother.

“It’s just so crowded out today,” Ran’s voice lowered, his lips curling into a grin as he glared over at his younger brother. “Don’t you think, Rindou?”

“Yeah, it is,” Rindou’s voice replied with venom laced between his words. He had enough. “Come on, let’s just go find something else to do in a more quiet place.”

You two were separated away from Ran. But you weren’t expecting such a gesture to come from Rindou. His fingers were intertwined with yours, slightly calloused. His grip was firm.

“Rindou..” You nervously spat out. “You don’t have to-“

He scoffed, face tinting into a warmer shade as he looked away from embarrassment, “If you don’t like it, then let go.”

“I-I like it!” You quickly responded, stopping your tracks. He stopped with you, slowly turning his face your way to find you holding his hand with both of your palms. You stuttered out your next words, “It was just unexpected that’s all…but I like it.”

Rindou couldn’t believe how guilty he felt to take so long to show you physical affection. He really wish he did it sooner, but once you stated how much you actually liked his physical touch, he slowly gave into more.

In public, he’ll stick to what he knows which is holding your hand the way he did the first time he held it - his fingers locked with yours. Though, he really enjoys it when your arms are wrapped around his, it makes him feel like you’re showing him off, and he wanted everyone to know who you were dating. If you two are sitting down, he’ll have his hand on the curve of your hip.

In private, he’s still a little hesitant to make some moves here and there. But when you two are alone, that’s when he can lower his guard a bit. If you’re laying down, sometimes Rindou will make his way towards you, sliding his hands beneath your back and laying his head on your chest or burying his face in your neck. He’ll kiss your collarbone, telling you about topic xyz as he runs his fingers along the bare skin of the sides of your body.

[dememetor]

What it feels like to fall in love with them

characters kageyama tobio, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, iwaizumi hajime, tsukishima kei, miya atsumu

warnings none

Kageyama Tobio

Goosebumps, a warm breeze on a winter's night; hands brushing against each other, quick glances from across the class, cold lips and soft kisses on the cheek, listening to the thunder together, writing your names on a foggy car window, running into a bakery just before they close, late night walks, watching the stars reflect in his eyes

Kuroo Tetsurou

Mischief, echoes of laughter in an empty parking lot; sharing a smile on the train ride, study dates with interlocked fingers, stealing his glasses, catching faint sounds of a festival in the distance, teaching him how to paint your nails, writing a song together, unexpected kisses, his hand in your back pocket, messy bedsheets, tracing your fingers up his forearm, wishing you could stay just a little longer

Bokuto Koutarou

Excitement, flushed cheeks after spending a day in the sun; hugs that last a lifetime, catching your breath after running on the beach, tickling in the backseat of a car, smearing vanilla ice cream all over his face, writing out words with sparklers, singing your favourite song at the top of your lungs, climbing on a building rooftop at sunset, looking down at the city lights turning on one by one and realizing the world is yours

Iwaizumi Hajime

Street lights, getting lost in the crowd of a big city; sharing childhood memories, stealing his jacket, slipping notes in class, watching movies in an empty cinema, slow dancing to classic rock, playful kisses in the kitchen, following the smell of freshly made pancakes, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat

Tsukishima Kei

Silence, finding comfort in each other's presence; making playlists for each other, facetiming at 2 am, refusing to end the call first, witty remarks, rolling eyes, kisses in the middle of a sentence, the soft buzz of a cd turning, late night coffee shop dates, stargazing in the backyard, feeling safe and understood

Atsumu Miya

Thrill, the feeling of losing balance; playing footsie under the table, wearing matching bracelets, giggling at inappropriate times, crouching down to pet a dog, blowing a kiss when no one's watching, sneaking out of your window, pillow fights, driving around the town at midnight, making out in a bathroom at a party, not giving a care in the world if you get caught

[doc-pickles]

all's well that ends well to end up with you

After a weekend conference Jo finds herself in an unfamiliar and unexpected situation with an all too familiar face from her past.

“How was the conference?”

As Link approaches Jo she can’t help but jump in surprise, he’d snuck up on her as she stood outside of one of her patients' rooms editing their chart. She had been gone for the weekend at a medical conference in New York and hadn’t seen Link since coming home.

“It was good,” Jo doesn’t look away from the computer in front of her, typing as she speaks to Link. “Robbins is pretty amazing, I’m kinda bummed I never got to work under her as an OB. But I learned a lot and I had fun.”

Her phone dings next to her and before she can grab it Link is reading the screen with interest, “Who’s Michael and why does he want to know how your morning is going?”

Jo snatches her phone up, putting it into her pocket as she closes out of the computer. She turns and begins to walk away from Link, “I met him at the conference.”

“Does he live nearby?”

“No.”

“Did you sleep with him?”

“Atticus Lincoln!”

Whipping her head around Jo isn’t shocked to see the smug grin on Link’s face. He shrugs, walking past her towards the elevators as he continues his thoughts, “I’m just saying, you’re a single mom of a three-year-old who had a whole entire weekend to herself. I assume you went to a bar, got wasted, and slept with the first eligible doctor you laid eyes on.” “Wow you really do not know me at all,” Jo follows Link into the elevator, pressing the level one button. “He’s a doctor that I happened to connect with in New York. We’ve been texting, not that it’s any of your business.”

“I’m your best friend and you’re not gonna tell me about the first man you’ve slept with since…”

“Don’t try to calculate, it’ll hurt your brain.”

While she’s always more than happy that she has her college friend back in her life Jo often finds herself annoyed at his antics, the same way she assumes siblings get tired of each other. She assumes that Link does these things to get a rise out of her but she always has the suspicion that his love for life and childlike excitement has something to do with it as well.

“Well I’m glad you had a good weekend,” the doors of the elevator slide open, and Jo and Link step out. “Still on for dinner tomorrow?”

Jo nods as she begins to walk down the hallway away from Link, “Yes and I promise I won’t burn it this week.” Link’s laugh echoes down the hallway as Jo turns the corner towards the hospital daycare. She’d flown in early in the morning and gone straight to work meaning she hadn’t seen Luna for three days. She was more than ready to scoop her daughter up and go home to watch movies on the couch.

“Mama!”

The excited voice of her daughter snaps Jo out of her thoughts, a grin overtaking her face as she runs towards her. She opens her arms just quick enough to catch Luna as she barrels forward into her chest. Even though she was just gone for the weekend Jo couldn’t help but savor the feeling of her daughter's arms wrapped around her.

“Oh my little star, I missed you so much,” Jo pulls back and presses a kiss to Luna’s forehead. “Did you have fun with Auntie Mer?”

“Yes she did, she was a perfect angel,” Jo turns her attention to Meredith who’s standing in front of her with Ellis hoisted on her hip. “I came to check on this one, she’s got a bit of a cough so sorry if Luna catches it.”

Jo shakes her head, squeezing her daughter tighter, “It’s okay, Luna is a warrior. Thank you so much again for watching her.”

“Jo you’ve watched my kids more times than I can count, don’t worry about it,” Meredith brushes off Jo’s thanks with a grin. “So did you have fun? Adult fun?”

“What is with you and Link? I go to an MFM conference and you guys think my whole weekend was a sexscapade,” Jo rolls her eyes, grabbing Luna’s backpack and hoisting the three-year-old onto her hip. “Not that it matters but I did have fun.”

Meredith shouts her goodbyes as Jo and Luna walk out of the daycare. While she’d be hesitant to admit it out loud Jo did enjoy having a weekend to herself. She’d caught up with Arizona and Callie and even had a chance to sleep in for once. The handsome man that she’d connected with was a nice bonus as well.

As if on queue Jo’s phone dings as she climbs into the driver’s seat of her Audi, a smile lighting up her face as she reads the text.

Hope you girls are having a good night, can’t stop thinking about you.

A blush spreads across her cheeks and Jo can’t help the swarm of butterflies that well up in her stomach. While one weekend wasn’t enough to judge a whole future she was excited to see where things took her.

+

True to Meredith’s word both Luna and Jo caught the cough and cold that Ellis had. While Luna had recovered quickly Jo couldn’t seem to shake the brain fog and fatigue plaguing her. She trudged through her work weeks, adopting the same bedtime as Luna and pushing off everyone’s questioning and concerned gazes until she couldn’t anymore. After three days straight of waking up exhausted, fatigued, and throwing up Jo surrendered and called Meredith to come and get Luna. If she could barely manage to get herself out of bed how was she supposed to take care of a rambunctious toddler as well? While she waited for Meredith to arrive Jo laid in bed, phone pressed to her ear.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself. What’s up?”

“I don’t think Luna and I will be able to make it this weekend.”

“Are you guys okay? You sound terrible.”

“Gee how romantic of you, you really know how to woo a girl.”

“Jo…”

“I’m fine just… pregnant.”

There’s a long pause, an unavoidable silence encompassing both ends of the phone. Jo knows this is the last thing he was expecting, it was the last thing she was expecting, but it’s where they found themselves.

“What’d you say?” “I’m pregnant. I took a test yesterday. Well, I took seven but still.”

Jo can hear him suck in a breath on the other side and she can’t help but wish she was telling him in person, standing across from him as he launches forward and wraps his arms around her in that pleasant rush of shock and excitement.

“From New York? It’s…” “Definitely yours. There’s not really any other contenders.”

“Holy sh-”

“I know, not exactly the kind of news you were expecting,” Jo pauses, toying with a loose thread on her comforter. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, we’ll work it out. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I want to stay on and talk but I have surgery. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Talk to you soon.”

Jo hangs the phone up, falling back onto her pillows with a sigh. She had never pictured herself in this situation but here she was; a single mom to a toddler pregnant by a guy she had seen over one weekend who lived states away. The thought alone hurt her, but she knew that she could get through it.

“Was that mystery man from the conference?”

Jo nearly jumps at the sight of Meredith standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She looks down to Luna who’s sleeping soundly beside her before answering, “Yeah that was him.”

“You didn’t seem very happy to talk to him,” Meredith seats herself at the end of Jo’s bed, raising her eyebrows with a questioning look. “Trouble in paradise?”

“More like trouble in everyday life,” Jo rolls her eyes, looking up at Meredith. “Thanks for taking Luna, I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Meredith pauses, eyeing Jo warily for a moment. “Are you sure you’re not contagious?”

“I told you I have food poisoning,” Jo groans as she slips further under the covers. She wasn’t in the mood for Meredith‘s questioning today. “I’ll call if I’m not okay.”

The answer placates Meredith for now and Jo wakes Luna and sends her with her friend. She stays in bed for a few more minutes before the urge to throw up overwhelms her. After she spends half an hour hunched over the toilet she finally feels good enough to crawl back into bed, falling asleep before thoughts about her unexpected pregnancy overwhelm her brain.

Despite falling asleep quickly Jo finds that she’s restless. When her stomach finally feels settled she drags herself to the kitchen, eating plain toast before jumping in the shower. By midday, Jo feels better, save for her lingering exhaustion. Meredith texts to inform her that Ellis and Luna have suckered her into a sleepover and that she’ll bring Luna home the next afternoon. With not much else to do Jo settles on the couch with a movie.

She doesn’t realize she’s fallen asleep until there’s a banging on her front door. The bright light shining through the windows alerts Jo to the fact that she slept through the night and Meredith is bringing Luna home. She jogs to the door, her apology to Meredith failing on her lips as she realizes it’s not her friend in front of her.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well you called and sounded terrible and we were supposed to meet up this weekend anyway so…”

“So you hopped on the first plane to Seattle?”

“I hope that’s okay.”

”Of course! You know I missed you, I'm just shocked.”

The rest of Jo's statement is cut short as Luna barrels down the hallway and crashes into her legs. It only takes a few seconds for Jo to realize just how screwed she is before Meredith‘s voice echoes down the hallway.

“Alex?”

The blonde doesn’t wait for a response, instead wrapping her arms around the man standing in Jo's doorway. As she pulls away from Alex Meredith looks between him and Jo before letting out a gasp.

“Oh my go-“

Jo doesn’t hear the rest of Meredith's sentence as she shakes Luna off of her leg and bolts down the hall. She barely makes it to the bathroom, the little bit of popcorn and toast she managed to eat yesterday reappearing in the toilet bowl before her. She can hear Luna calling down the hall for her, Meredith distracting her quickly. As her body heaves forward again, Jo feels a warm hand on her back and another pulling her hair back.

“I’ve only been in town for an hour and I’m having a blast,” Alex chuckles as Jo swats at him blindly. “Sorry about the throwing up.”

“I blame you for this.”

“And I blame Arizona.”

When she’s done throwing up, Jo sits back and takes a long look at Alex. Although she had seen him only a few weeks earlier she can’t help but take him in all over again. The crooked smile she’s become so accustomed to still graces his face and his presence calms her nerves more than she thought it would.

“I can’t believe you flew all the way out here.”

“You were going to fly out to Kansas with Luna, I figured the least I could do right now was help you out for the weekend,” Alex brushes the hair back from Jo’s forehead and she can’t help but lean into him. “How are you doing? I mean throwing up aside obviously?”

“Tired. And I can’t remember anything,” Jo doesn’t have a better answer for Alex, her train of thought being interrupted by Luna babbling outside the door anyways. “I should get her.”

“I can get her if you want,” Alex stands quickly, extending his hand to Jo. “I mean if it's okay with you that is. I’m just trying to help out, I can take her for a bit and you can nap.”

Jo nods in thanks, bypassing Meredith in the hallway and immediately curling up in bed. She can hear Alex and Meredith whispering but can’t quite make out their words. Luna is babbling and she can tell that Alex is responding to whatever the toddler is saying to him. As Jo drifts off to sleep once again she can’t help but feel like the future might not be as dim as she had first thought.

When she wakes up a few hours later Jo is greeted by the sight of Alex coming into her room. She pats the spot next to her on the bed and curls into Alex’s side as he settles in, his arms wrapping around her shoulder. The warmth that spreads through her as he presses a kiss to her forehead is warm and comforting, something she’d craved for far too long.

“Thank you for helping with Luna, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem,” there’s a momentary pause before Alex speaks again and despite not being able to see his face Jo knows he’s grinning. “We’re having a baby. Can you believe that?”

“I would say no but the constant nausea and throwing up make it hard to forget,” Jo threads her fingers through Alex’s as she rests his hand on her still flat abdomen. “We’re having a baby.”

The moment is bittersweet, the excitement of the tiny new life overshadowing the reminder that they could have already had this had Alex not left. Jo chooses to overlook that as she lets herself finally feel the excitement that’s been bubbling under the surface since she had seen the positive test two days before, “The first time I sleep with you in three years and you knock me up. I think you just missed me.”

“I did. I have every day since we said goodbye outside the airport.”

Alex’s candor makes Jo’s breath hitch. As she turns to meet his eyes she knows he’s telling the truth, but she still finds herself craving the reminder that this is real and not a dream.

“I want us to be a family, that’s what I’ve always wanted with you, Jo. I know we didn’t count on Eli and Alexis or Luna. And we definitely didn’t count on this little one,” a smile spreads across Alex’s face as he squeezes their intertwined hands still resting on her stomach. Jo can’t help the tears that well in her eyes at the small gesture. “But I can’t picture a future without all of them. Or you, I definitely don’t want a future without you, Jo. I told you in New York that leaving was my biggest mistake and I meant that. I don’t want to be a dad without you by my side, I don’t want anything if you’re not by my side. I can do it, I can live my life, but I don’t want to unless you’re there too. I love you, Jo.”

Jo can’t stop the tears that are tracking down her face. She knows she’s worrying Alex with her emotional display but her raging hormones make the task of stopping the tears near impossible. Instead, she reaches up and kisses him squarely, letting her lips linger a bit longer than she normally would. When she pulls away Alex’s eyes are still closed and he’s wearing a blissed-out expression.

“I love you too,” Jo savors the words as they fall off of her lips, not having said them in this context since the last voicemail she had left for Alex before she had read his letter. “I love you and our family so much.”

There’s nothing else for them to say, the couple enjoying the silence that surrounds them as Jo leans up to kiss Alex again and they get lost in each other. It’s an easy feat, their emotions and feelings towards each other guiding their actions as they once again fall into bed with each other. Jo knows that they have more to discuss but for now she’s content to get lost in Alex all over again.

[danganronpa-imagine-headcanon]

hi! i love love loveee your headcanons so much（≧Ｖ≦＊）could i ask for gundham, hajime, and fuyuhiko with a s/o who loves fall? ignore if needed(*~▽~)

have a great fall!

Hi there! I’m glad you like my headcanons! :D You can definitely request this. Fall is my favorite season, too! You have a great one, as well. Thanks for requesting! c:

-Mod Kirumi

Gundham, Hajime, and Fuyuhiko with an S/o who loves fall!

Gundham Tanaka

•Gundham doesn’t necessarily mind the cooler weather and leaves falling from the trees, either

•It’s better than sweating, he supposes... so he would say he likes fall, too

•He’d go fully into depth about how and why the leaves change color, though, so be prepared for those conversations!!

•You’ll sometimes steal his scarf, and— well, he doesn’t mind it

•Sometimes his hamsters will stay in the pockets of you two when it gets really cold!!

•It’s funny, yet also quite adorable

•Gundham, however, does not jump in leaf piles, that is childish— and, well, he’s Gundham Tanaka, the Forbidden One!

•It took some convincing from you, but he’ll eventually jump in the leaf piles

•Only if you do it with him, though! Because he’s doing it only for you

•At least, he says that, but you can see the genuine happiness on his face

•Gundham is also rather excited about Halloween, so you two would certainlly count down the days together, planning ahead for what you’re going to do

•It’d be really amusing, yet also endearing to spend a fall with Gundham Tanaka

•And, even as the snow begins to fall, the days are shorter and Winter begins to linger?

•You two will simply wish to spend the next fall together

Hajime Hinata

•Hajime is rather calm about seasons— he doesn’t have a favorite, though he’ll admit, the chilly weather is nice after a lot of heat

•He’ll have to wear jackets and long-sleeved shirts, now, or else he’ll get cold!

•You two would probably tend to cuddle for warmth quite often— stayed close to each other with blankets

•It’s even better, somehow, when you two are sitting outside without any blankets or pillows— only yourselves, relying on each other for comfort and warmth

•You would sit outside together, watching the leaves fall and catching up about life, the crispy wind causing you two to shiver

•Hajime would absolutely jump into leaf piles with you!!

•He was a little hesitant at first, but he can definitely see the reason for excitement

•You two do it quite often, gathering up leaves and repeatedly making a mess of them

•It’s fun, though, so it’s okay!

•After that, your faces are cold, and your shivering, so you typically go get some hot chocolate after a long day of spending time in the fall weather

•Hajime isn’t too into the idea of Halloween, but he wouldn’t mind having matching costumes, if you wanted!!

•That could always be fun

•And, besides, it means free candy!

•Hajime probably has a playlist of songs that remind him of fall, and encourages you to make one, too!

•You’ll listen to them together, and actually get some pretty solid music reccomendations

•So— A fall with Hajime would consist of light amusements, yet calmly being in each other’s presence for the majority of the time

•You two both have a fun time, though!

•So who’s complaining?

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

•Fuyuhiko, admittedly, doesn’t like fall that much due to how cold it makes him

•Even then, he finds that it happens to be a lot more fun when he’s with you!!

•You two pick up particularly nice shaded leaf colors and show them to each other, before tossing them back onto the ground

•Fuyuhiko would also probably watch fall themed movies with you, like, Halloween ones, or simply ones that happen to take place in more chilly weather

•It’s fun to do!! Especially with you leaning close to him

•He finds Halloween fun, however

•Be prepared for unexpected scares!! He’s definitely going to tap you from behind at some point and go, “Boo!”

•Maybe a little immature, but you both find humor in it

•Halloween music plays constantly whenever it nears that time— and it’s rather fun!

•If you two ever went out, he would stay pressed up close against you, simply to warm up

•It gets cold, it really does!! And he knows you’re cold too, so you can’t make fun of him!

•Drinking apple cider and hot chocolate is always a plus, though

•It tastes nice, and it’s even better when he gets to have it with you right by his side!

•Fuyuhiko doesn’t particularly like fall, but if you do, then he can absolutely tolerate it

•Besides... despite his flushed face and shivering, he finds himself having fun when he’s with you!

•So— thanks for truly making him happy!

•He hopes he can spend the rest of his falls with you

•He’s certainly going to complain when winter comes around, though!

[ayellowcurtain]

Is it possible that you write a fic where Robbe is feeling a bit frustrated as Sander found new friends at school, and he spends a lot more times with them now, maybe too much as he starts getting late at some of their dates? Bonus point if one of his friends doesn't like robbe that much and Robbe knows it?

Part 1 -  hint of dirty talking, but it’s really a hint, if you blink you might miss it 

It’s been five days. Yeah, Robbe is actually doing a countdown. He doesn’t really have to, based on the number of times he checks his phone to see the day and the amount of time he goes to Sander’s Instagram or their conversation.

He’s been trying to be patient and understands he brought this upon himself, but it doesn’t make it less painful. The cold shoulder behavior he’s been receiving for the past...well, five days. Robbe is ignoring all of it, still texting Sander all day long like he would if they were talking.

to Sander: I think I got a good grade on today’s test. I hope I did, don’t feel like studying anymore.

Hope you’re having fun <3 I miss you

You would laugh at me if you were seeing this. I tried making that pasta you taught me. I mean...it’s eatable so that’s good?

My mom said it’s delicious and for me to thank you for teaching the recipe. But she’s my mom so I can’t take her word for it, I think it turned out okay

He stares at his screen, bitting the corner of his bottom lip, his arms a little tired from being up in the air, holding his phone for so long, rereading the messages he sent today. He types the last one for the night.

to Sander: I’m going to bed now, wishing you were with me. I love you <3

And he puts his phone on airplane mode, checking his alarm for the next morning before putting his phone down on the nightstand, far away enough that he can’t reach easily if he decides to text Sander in the middle of the night, asking to talk just to be ignored one more time.

He hasn’t been sleeping well, starting to worry the second he puts his head on his pillow every night, overthinking everything he said, afraid his words were enough to make Sander change his mind and break up.

He has a few more tests, and some assignments to give to his teachers, but in every free minute that he has, Robbe is checking his phone, knowing what he’ll find: his messages with no answer. Sometimes Sander will at least read them, but he never answers properly. He likes Robbe’s messages or sends a few emojis that can have so many interpretations.

The school is his main focus during the weekdays, his only way to worry about something else other than his relationship, but he does everything automatically not needing to use much of his brain: wakes up, eats breakfast with his mom, goes to school, does whatever test he has, leaves his assignments, watches classes, gets on his bike and goes home.

He doesn’t feel like skating and spending his time with the boys these days. It’s stupid, but he gets even angrier if he remembers what Sander said and his reaction. So he decides to leave Aaron, Moyo, and Jens be for now.  

Robbe moves to his side under the sheets, opening Instagram again. It’s Friday night, finally, and Jens insisted on him to go with them to this new bar close to his place, but Robbe was tired after so many tests and he wanted to be alone. Or with Sander, but that he couldn’t do.

Sander posted a piece of art earlier and tagged some of his friends in it. Robbe opens every one of the links in hopes to find a story or a picture with his boyfriend in it. He leaves the worst one for last. And of course, that’s where he finds something.

Adi posted a bunch of videos during the whole afternoon. Robbe rewatches them more times than he should, just to hear his boyfriend’s voice or to see his blurry smile when Adi films him looking at some art, his favorite camera under his arm and around his neck, laughing over his shoulder to look at Adi when he’s making fun of how Sander would rather look at more art in their free time instead of going out for some drinks.

Robbe didn’t know Sander’s friends were going and he can’t stop himself from wondering why they could go and that wasn’t even offered to him. He stops before he can start disliking Adi even more for no reason other than the boy is not his fan either. He opens the stories again and tries to take a screenshot of Sander’s smile, his messy hair that’s needing a haircut if Sander’s words are something to go by.

Robbe keeps his opinions to himself for four more days, trying not to let Adi get under his skin with all the stories, all about Sander. Or the pictures he posts of all of them at a bar late at night, smiling from ear to ear. He knows part of all these posts is to annoy him. That’s what Adi does, he doesn’t like Robbe and he’ll make sure to piss him off whenever he can. Showing off how Sander is having fun with him and the boys.

to Sander: ’m happy to s you and Adi aer having fun. Hope he wont maaAke you hate me:)

Robbe texts his boyfriend on the tenth night when he’s drunk after going out with the boys because they wouldn’t let him go home yet again. He’s struggling to change to go to bed, wishing he had warmer, stronger hands to help him with that. Robbe won’t get an answer and he’ll be hungover the next morning so he turns his phone off and passes out on his bed.

It feels like he blinked his eyes and when he opens, his mom is carefully putting a big bottle of water on his nightstand and leaving him be for a little longer. Robbe lifts his arm, feeling it so heavy and tired, but he manages to grab the bottle, turn to his side and drink half of it, hoping it’ll help.

He can’t put it back on the nightstand so he leaves the water on the floor and falls asleep again. Using his hand to cover his eyes, wanting to cry and call Sander to break things up already if that’s why he’s trying to do with this stupid silence.

His phone lightens the room suddenly and Robbe opens his eyes, trying to understand where the light is coming from. He looks around himself, everything is exactly as messy as he left it so he puts his head down, staring at his phone until the light fades back to black. He stretches his phone and finds it, letting his arm fall back on the mattress with the phone. His eyes are fighting to close again, but Robbe presses his fingers on the sides of his phone to see what’s going on.

earthlingoddity tagged you in a photo

That’s unexpected, but Robbe clicks on the notification, rubbing his eyes with his other hand to wake up enough to see what he posted.

He clicks on Sander’s username, opening his feed to make sure he saw it right. A picture of him that Sander took and never showed him. He can post a picture of Robbe, but not reply to his messages.

It’s ridiculous how fast his half-asleep, deprived of touch body responds to the caption Sander wrote underneath the picture.

I keep my visions to myself

It's only me who wants to

Wrap around your dreams and

Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

Robbe lies on his back, reading the caption a few times. It’s not even that sexual, but it feels like it. He opens their conversation, still no new message from Sander so he closes it again, opening the camera. Looking at himself, the sheets falling closely around his legs, Robbe thinks about being stupid and reckless and desperate .

Maybe that will make Sander reply to him for once. Letting his rush of adrenaline take over, Robbe lifts the sheets, looking at the door to make sure it’s closed. He’s harder than he anticipated which is a little embarrassing considering that absolutely nothing happened, but fuck it. He takes the picture of his naked torso, his shirt rolling on his chest from him probably moving too much while asleep, his lean, way too skinny legs, and his grey underwear.

to Sander: you can’t write things like that

And he sends before he can think about it. It’s been a while since they did this. Exchanging photos, but Robbe waits, keeping his phone unlocked. Sander sees the photo right away, but there are no bubbles indicating an answer.

Robbe lets himself wait for five minutes. Sander liked the photo, but didn’t answer, didn’t send a text. Just like the universe is trying to send a clear message, when his phone hits 12:45, it turns black.

“Shit…” Robbe slams his phone against the mattress, hating himself for being so stupid and needy.

Sander really left him on read after that photo.

Robbe rushes out of his bedroom, clicking on the screen a bunch of times to make sure he’s completely out of battery. His mom doesn’t know his password either so he’s not risking her seeing what he just sent to Sander.

“Mom?” He finds her in the living room, soft music playing in the background, everything is off the floor so she can clean it.

“Yes?” She stops her dance party while mopping the floor, turning around to look at him.

“Can you do me a favor?” Robbe keeps pinching the inside of his cheek with his teeth, the embarrassment still filling his every thought like his mom can see in his face what he did five minutes ago.

“Of course. What do you need?”

“I need you to keep my phone hostage for the next 24 hours.” He offers his phone to her, trying not to worry. It’s just 24 hours and Sander hasn’t replied to him in days, it’s not like he’ll miss much if he keeps his distance from his phone for a whole day. She frowns, but smiles softly, holding his phone carefully.

“Okay…” Robbe smiles at her, and she looks at the black screen, “Can I ask why?”

Robbe tilts his head, looking around, not knowing what to say, “I just have some important things to do for school and so I need to focus.”

She doesn’t believe him, keeps staring like she’s waiting for him to tell the truth, but he doesn’t want to and she doesn’t ask either, putting his phone inside her pocket.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, sweetie. If you need anything, just ask.” She says and he nods his head, thinking about making them lunch as a thank you, trying to keep his mind away from Sander and how unfair he's being.

[sunflowersoonyoung]

words left unsaid | sinb

w.c ↠ 1.7k

pairing ↠ sinb x gender neutral!reader

genres/s ↠ fluff, a smidge of angst, friends to lovers au!

description ↠ You regret not speaking your thoughts after potentially losing your best friend and the love of your life, Hwang Eunbi. However, fate brings you together after years apart.

warning/s ↠ n/a

author’s note ↠ this took me an afternoon to write which is extremely quick for me! I did proofread it but I'm not sure if it feels rushed. regardless, goofy best friend sinb is my favourite~

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Your experience with Middle School had been dull and uneventful, until a fateful meeting with Hwang Eunbi.

The library was a sanctuary for you, a quiet place for you to focus entirely on schoolwork without distractions. The scent of dust mingled with old books was soothing, a smell you had learned to associate with relaxation. Back then it was not uncommon for you to be found there, tucked in the corner buried in schoolwork.

No one had ever approached you, not until Eunbi. Urgently scrawling out the contents of a closely due assignment, you had believed you were alone until she placed a hand on your shoulder, capturing your attention.

“Excuse me,” her voice was melodic, soft, pleasant to your ears, “do you think you could help me?”

A petite girl was peering down at you, silky raven hair cascading down her chest in waves. She offered you a smile and you felt a burst of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Immediately your face heated up, too shy to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous stranger.

“I-I can,” you responded, your attempt to swallow a stutter failing. Her smile only widened, perfect rows of teeth glistening back at you - a hint of awkwardness beneath the surface as she spoke again.

“Thanks. I don’t really know where anything is in here. I’m trying to find a geography textbook.”

She trailed closely behind you, weaving between bookshelves till you reached the far end of the library. You gestured broadly to a collection of books, “here.” When you turned to face her, dismay painted her features, and for a moment you thought you had lead her to the wrong section. She huffed and pointed to the top shelf out of her reach, “it’s all the way up there.”

After both of you took turns in attempting to jump and snatch the textbook, unfortunately with no luck, an idea seemed to cross her mind. She swivelled towards you with a mischievous grin, oblivious to how it made your heart flutter.

“Wanna try sitting on my shoulders?”

A coy giggle bubbled up from your throat at the image. How would this small-framed girl manage to carry you on her shoulders, let alone stand and sustain herself with you atop of her?

At her urging, you ignored the thoughts at the back of your head that warned you this was a bad idea and swung your legs over her front, flailing for purchase and grasping her hair to balance yourself. For a brief second, it seemed as if it would work out until she tried to stand on trembling legs. As you had predicted, she was not nearly strong enough to support you. With a yelp, you slid from her grasp and both of you tumbled back onto the carpet.

You both exploded with unrestrained laughter, disturbing the peaceful library. Glancing at her with her face lit up, you were overcome with joy, unable to tear your eyes away. There was no longer anything else you desired; you only wanted to see her laugh like this every day for the rest of your life.

You assured yourself that moment that you would become her closest friend, truly believing that would be enough for you.

-

The closer you were to Eunbi, the stronger your affections for her developed; in High School, she had been your universe in which no one else dared to enter. It was obvious from the outside that your bond was different, filled with a romantic tension that both of you were blind to.

It was a hot summer evening, a film of sweat sticking to your skin as you walked alone. This was a rare occurrence, as usually Eunbi would join you and overload your head with chatter along the way to your accustomed hangout.

It was a routine you both seldom broke. You would first stop at a small convenience store and spend pocket money on sweets and soda, or hot drinks in the winter. Then, whilst conversing the whole way, you would cross the road and sit on the bottom of a grassy riverbank, observing the ducks as they floated past.

Today, since you were alone, you paused only briefly inside the store for a cold drink, pressing it to your reddened cheeks. As you had hoped, Eunbi was waiting in your usual place, crouched with her back faced towards you. You neared and realised her shoulders were quivering. Sobs wracked her body, muffled but barely audible.

“Eunbi? Are you okay?”

She hurriedly rubbed her face with her forearms as if trying to hide that she had been crying, though her splotchy skin revealed all. You almost slipped as you hastily rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her as tightly as you could.

“We’re both graduating soon, and I’m scared,” she admitted, reluctant to meet your gaze, “I-I’m going to a performing arts university in Seoul.”

The abrupt confession dropped cubes of ice into your belly, overwhelming you with a dread that travelled over your skin from your toes to your forehead. You were numb as you pulled away from her, a belated response of betrayal beginning to swell in your chest.

“But...you promised you would go somewhere in the same city as me,” you finally spoke, having to pry the words from your dry throat.

“I know, (F/n), but this is my future.” She was frowning, her hands trembling in the wake of your disapproval.

“But what about us?” Your words carried a weight that you were not quite ready to explain. It meant something entirely different to you because you were worried about missing the opportunity to confess your affections to her.

You don’t realise that you are crying until Eunbi’s eyes reflect sadness at you. You are too hot with emotion to care for her sympathy, turning on your heel and fleeing. It would be a decision you would come to regret.

Closing yourself in the haven of your bedroom, the horror of the incident began to sink in. You bawled into your pillow, lamenting over every harsh sentence you had uttered.

The following day at school, you found yourself unable to speak to your best friend out of humiliation, and Eunbi seemed unbothered by this, proceeding with her day as usual - but without you. You didn’t blame her; you had hurt her considerably.

By the time graduation came, a wall of silence was still between you.

Years would pass by. Girlfriends and short flings would occur, nothing unusual for a college student - though none could take your mind off your goofy, affectionate ex-best friend. Some nights you would lay still in bed as you recounted all of the joyful memories you shared with her. You often pictured her lying beside you.

It was not until you had finally integrated into the working world that you were sentimental enough to revisit your old hangout. Usually, you made excuses to yourself that it was too far of a drive and that it would only reopen sensitive wounds. You considered turning around multiple times, but an invisible force drew you to that riverbank on that particular day.

You were mildly surprised to discover that the old convenience store still open. White paint was peeling off of the walls in flecks, but it was still upright and working.

For old time’s sake, you entered, purchasing a can of vanilla coke and a bag of potato chips. Traipsing down to the grassy slope across the road with a plastic bag at your hip, you felt invigorated by your decision to return this afternoon. Perhaps it was the association with your youth.

A woman sat at the bottom of the hillside, slender legs stretched out in front of her as she seemed to take in the fresh breeze. Her dark locks had been cut in a neat line around her jaw, the quality of her hair so silky that it shone. She was turned away from you enough that you could not see her features.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” You inquired softly, and she turned to look at you.

Although so many years had changed, beautiful Eunbi had barely changed. Maturity settled on her facade like dust, but other than that she was the same. Her stunned expression tells you that you were equally as recognisable.

“(F/n)?” Her voice was small as if she hardly dared to ask. You answered with a curt nod, scanning the grown Eunbi that was struggling to her feet before you.

Abruptly she threw herself into your embrace, a sweet warmth overwhelming you as she gave you the contact you had craved from her ever since you had parted. An aromatic, flowery scent wafted from her, and you were embarrassed to admit that it made your mouth water.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled against her shoulder, earning a soft tut from her lips.

“I’m sorry too,” she responded, “there’s a lot I wish I had said to you.”

She withdraws, interlocking her fingers with yours tightly as if scared you would leave otherwise. An unexpected tension crackles through the lukewarm atmosphere, the kind of tension that only materializes between timid lovers.

“I love you (F/n). I’ve felt like something has been missing all these years without you. Ever since that day in the library.”

Whatever you were expecting her to say, it was certainly not that. Her confession was so confident that you immediately accepted it to be true, despite the doubt that sat in the back of your head. The air grew considerably hotter against your cheeks, warmth rising up your neck and reaching the tips of your ears.

“Me too, Eunbi,” you were stumbling over your words as you hurried to reciprocate, “I-I was always so scared you would reject me.”

A toothy grin stretched across her face once she realised what had just happened. Words that had been left unsaid had finally unburdened the both of you. She eagerly cupped your cheeks and swept you into a kiss. The sensation was far better than your first kiss, full of longing, relief and a little desperation. It was shallow but meaningful.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” she purred against your lips, that same mischievous twinkle in her eyes that you had witnessed all those years ago.

[nev3rfound]

night time wanderer : b.b

brief summary: for months you’ve had struggled sleeping, and one night bucky can’t help but intervene

word count: 1.6k requested: nope, something i felt like writing for some good ol’ fluff warnings: none that i’m aware of

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - thank you to everyone who helped regarding the wattpad situation, you’re all amazing)

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You’d always wait at least an hour before creeping out of your bed, carefully pulling the sheets back and fluffing up the pillows before wandering toward the door. Since you started this, you’ve learnt which floorboards to avoid that creak loudly, and which remain silent.

It was a full mission simply to reach your door unnoticed, but somehow you’ve been pulling it off for months now, undetected.

At least, that’s what you thought.

You weren’t sure how long it had been happening, it could’ve been a few months or maybe closer to a year? Whenever it started, it made a point to stick around.

The correct terminology would labelling yourself an insomniac, the inability to sleep. And to be perfectly honest, it was lousy and you hated the fact you were unable to close your eyes and drift off. Instead, you would stare at your ceiling, counting sheep or listening to relaxing piano. You tried it all, until you simply gave up.

By the time you gave up, you began to wander around the compound at night. You aimlessly wandered the halls or settled in the communal lounge with a book until dawn. When everyone else slowly filed into the kitchen, you could simply play it off as being the first up. No one questioned it, because no one took the time to notice the bags under your eyes.

All except for Bucky.

Tonight was no different, you were all sitting together in the lounge, laughing about memories from previous missions when time got away from you all.

One by one, the Avengers disappeared around the compound, making their way back to their beds. You left in between Thor and Sam, a lot later than the likes of Steve and Tony.

Once the doors were all closed, and the lights in the compound softened you were out. You wrap a dressing gown around your frame and grab those fluffy socks that keep your feet warm against the cool tiles and follow wherever your feet take you.

But this time, you weren’t alone.

His blue eyes followed you as he peeked through his doorframe, watching you dragging yourself off through the compound, humming a tune he heard before. “Where you going, Y/n?” He mutters to himself, watching as you wait for the lift and walk in with a yawn before disappearing from his view.

A soft sigh left your lips as you found yourself up on the roof, burying your hands into the fluffy dressing gown as you curl up, looking out at the city.

Closing your eyes, you wish you could simply fall asleep right here, at this very moment. “Five minutes, please.” You mutter to yourself, wondering if you could possibly trick yourself into the matter.

Five minutes pass by, then ten and soon you glance at your phone to see it’s nearly 4 in the morning.

“Worth a try.” You rise to your feet with a heavy heart and eyes before turning around and jumping. “What the fuck, Bucky!” You blurt out, resting your hand over your heart as it beats sporadically.

Bucky remains still, a smile ghosting his lips as he focuses on you. “Sorry if I scared you, doll.” He comments, humour lacing his tone as you give him that deadly stare you’re known for.

“What’re you doing up, Bucky?” You question, lowering your hand as your heartbeat returns to a steadier speed. “It’s nearly dawn.” You state, glancing over your shoulder as the darkness of the night is beginning to fade away.

“Could ask you the same.” He raises an eyebrow, watching as you shift your focus to the floor, suddenly feeling the cool breeze across your legs.

“Just felt like some air, couldn’t sleep.” You tell him, focusing on how his gaze hardens onto you as he takes a step forward, watching as you step backwards.

Bucky raises his hands up, “It’s okay.” He comments, seeing you bury your hands into your pockets. “I know you don’t sleep, doll.” He speaks up, and as you go to argue, he stops you before you have the chance. “We’re on the same floor, Y/n. You’re stealthy, but not that good.” A chuckle escapes his lips, catching you off guard.

“So you’ve known about this, and not told anyone?” The question leaves your lips as you remain confused. “Why wouldn’t you tell them?”

In response, Bucky shrugs his shoulders. “For the same reason, you don’t want to tell them.” He admits. “You don’t want them to treat you differently, be fragile.”

“If they knew, they’d be worried about me on missions.” You sigh, turning away and focusing on the soft glow of the morning beginning over the trees, hearing birds whistling to one another in preparation for a new day.

“But you’ve been fine on them, hell, Steve’s been slacking out of anyone.” Bucky tells you, smiling to himself as he moves closer toward you, following your line of focus. “You shouldn’t be worried about those things, what if you just crash out at some point?”

Looking up at him, you can see he’s genuinely concerned about you, something you never anticipated. Sure, Bucky has been warm to you which was unexpected considering his cold demeanour, but you weren’t the sharing type.

“Why’re you up here, Bucky?” You turn to face him, catching him off guard as his lips part, but words refuse to follow.

“You look like you needed a friend.” He eventually answers. “If I’m wrong, I’ll be on my way doll.” He holds his hands up as he turns on his heels, heading toward the door. “But if I’m right, all you gotta do is say so.” He sings, knowing you’d roll your eyes as he waits to hear your answer.

Yet, as Bucky reaches the door and opens it, you haven’t responded.

“Y/n?” Turning back around, Bucky’s eyes widen as you stand on the edge of the building, your arms out wide. “Y/n, please, step off the ledge, just take a step back alright.” His voice remains calm despite the rising fear inside of his mind.

“I’m not going to jump, you dummy.” You laugh lightly, lowering your arms to your sides, stepping back onto the roof. Behind you, there’s a long sigh of relief. “I just forget what it feels like sometimes, to be on the edge.”

Stepping forward, Bucky looks over the edge of the building and at the sheer drop. “I think I prefer it away from the ledge.” He counters, seeing you smile up at him playfully causing his heart to flutter ever so slightly.

“You know what I mean, metaphorically speaking.” You state. “Everything feels dull, I’m just going through each day, waiting to enjoy a rest but it doesn’t happen. I can’t shut myself down, no matter how hard I try.” Your voice softens, and Bucky swears there’s an audible crack in your tone. “I just want to sleep, so badly.”

Everything in you breaks down as a few tears spill from your eyes and you naturally move away from Bucky. “Hey, doll,” Bucky coos, following after you. “It’s okay. It’s only me.” He tries to comfort you as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you cry into his chest.

It felt oddly familiar, being in his arms and not wanting to let go. It reminded you of Christmas Eve, sitting by the warm fire with a blanket around you. He was comforting, he felt safe.

“I just wanna shut down for a while.” You manage to admit as Bucky shushes you, running his fingers through your hair as you smile sleepily, melting into his embrace.

“Just close your eyes, Y/n.” Bucky whispers as he helps you sit down with him, you resting in his lap as the warmth of the sun rising hits your back.

If you had to describe it, you could say it felt like an old friend coming home. You missed it, you waited for it to come back and at last, it is.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You whisper as your body begins to feel heavy in his arms, your hands sliding down as gentle snores leave your lips until you’re out.

Bucky smiles at you, helping you lie down on him as he continues to brush through your hair, making sure it remains out of your face. “Anytime, doll.” He mumbles, leaning down gently and kisses your forehead. As he looks down, he swears he can see a smile crossing your lips as the sun casts over your face, illuminating the beauty Bucky loved.

*

Walking through the compound, Steve huffed. “Anyone seen Buck?” He asks around, only to receive a series of shrugs or no’s in response.

“You tried the roof?” Sam speaks up from the kitchen and listens to the sound of Steve’s footsteps nearing the stairs. “Man can’t ever take the damn elevator.” He mutters to himself, shaking his head before returning his attention back to breakfast.

As Steve reaches the door toward the roof, he quietly opens it and swallows the pant in his throat. “Buck?” Steve calls out, stepping away from the door to look around.

Yet, when Steve finds his best friend he can’t help but be intrigued. There you are, fast asleep in Bucky’s arms as Bucky watches the morning play out in the wilderness, seeing the birds in the trees peacefully.

Bucky turns his head, gently lifting one arm up and presses a finger against his lips. “I’ll explain later.” He mouths to Steve, looking back down at you as you shuffle in his arms, hiding your face in his chest once more.

Shocked, Steve simply nods before retreating to the stairs, unable to wipe the smile from his lips at his best friend making a move on the girl he can’t stop smiling about.

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something there, something more

a little continuation of a fever prompt, the first part here and the second part by @sonderwalker here! from this prompt list 

Cheers to our pining boys stuck together in the snow

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The email he had been anxiously awaiting for dings his phone, and in the early morning light of his room, only a single lamp to illuminate the intimate space, he rolls over in bed to fumble it from the nightstand, blinking at the bright screen. 

To the University of Washington community, 

For the safety of our students and staff, classes have been cancelled for the day due to the snow conditions and road closures. Please wait for updates from your teachers on how best to proceed with assignments and exams. Updates on future cancellations will be issued nightly no later than 7 pm. Best, 

President Palpatine 

The same giddy relief that once met him as a college student still worms its way into his heart as a professor, an unexpected day off, no plans ahead of him, just hours and hours of free time. Except, he supposes, a quick email out to his students to continue their essays as normal and wait for the update on Friday’s class. He isn’t sad about losing the day’s lesson plan, it had mostly been a filler class. 

He hums lazily, a sleepy grin pulling his lips back. 

For the first time in weeks, he clicks the lock button and rolls over, stuffing his face into his pillow, and falls back asleep. 

___

Hours later, the sun already cresting in the sky, hidden behind layers and layers of clouds shedding snow, he pads around his kitchen, pulling ingredients out of his fridge and pantry: carrots, chicken, celery, chicken broth, some garlic, an onion, and some noodles. 

When he was younger, his mom had always whipped together chicken noodle soup on the colder days, and when she passed away when he was a teenager, he kept the tradition alive. In the silent, airy space of the kitchen, he feels closer to her cutting up the ingredients and carefully dropping them into the pot, can feel her gentle hand guiding him. The ache of her death has long since passed, but Obi-wan can’t help but wish she were here with him, oiling the stove for the chicken and passing him the garlic to press. 

Somehow, in the many, many years since her death, the habit of cooking for two hasn’t left him; every time he makes this recipe, he ends up with days worth of leftovers. 

The wood floor is cold beneath his bare feet; he didn’t think to put warm clothing on before coming downstairs, head still foggy from sleeping past noon. He knows his hair is sticking out in every direction, and that he could probably use a quick beard trim, but there isn’t anyone to judge him here. No pets, no roommates, just him and his big empty house. 

The smell of the soup bubbles up at him: rich and inviting. He takes a spoon and sips on the broth, using his teeth to grab a very hot carrot that mashes easily in his mouth, a good sign that he can turn the heat down to let it simmer while he gets ready for the day. Some small part of him knows his destination, but the majority of him is still in denial. He has so much soup to share, though. Why let it go to waste? Besides, it’ll be a quick drop off so he can come home and finish the blanket he’s knitting, maybe read a few chapters of his library books. There’s something about an expected day off that makes the mundane feel enthralling. 

He pads back upstairs, lost in thought as he goes through the motions of pulling a sturdy wool sweater over his head, brushing his teeth, combing his hair back, ignoring the shoddy state of his beard. Anakin had looked so horrible the other day, all pale skin and hollowed out eyes, his voice catching on itself, and god, his cough. Worry pangs Obi-wan’s heart, did Anakin have anyone to take care of him? Make sure he doesn’t die of a fever? He can’t go out in this weather to get take-out, and there’s no way he would be cooking with the state he’s in. 

In the back of his head, Obi-wan knows there are very large excuses he’s making for the car crash of the truth: he wants to go see Anakin. 

When he gets back downstairs, the soup is perfect. His mom would be proud. 

___

Snow cakes the road ahead of him, and what should have been a ten minute drive turns into a forty minute one. Obi-wan thinks he has at least six different knots in his back and neck from sitting so close to the steering wheel the entire time, peering intently through the fast-paced windshield wipers as if the effort of looking harder would have any effect on his ability to see in front of him. When he finally pulls up in front of Anakin’s apartment building and finds a neat little spot to back his car into, he lets out a deep breath and slumps into his seat. Maybe this was not as good of an idea as he had hoped it would be. 

He hadn’t even texted. Should he text Anakin? Is showing up at his door, soup in hand, too much? Too forward? Obi-wan is already anxious about pushing the bounds of their relationship too far; what if Anakin thought he was trying to groom him, thought he was a creepy old man with nothing better to do?

Obi-wan hits his head against the steering wheel. 

The weird thing is, he doesn’t mind how inappropriate their relationship had become. Obi-wan had liked coming to his building, liked texting him about casual plans. He just worries his enthusiasm is one-sided. 

It’s been so long since he’s had anything resembling a relationship, so he feels brand new to it again; it’s like riding a bike: the skill will never leave you, but if you take a ten year gap, you might need to wobble a bit before you glide. Obi-wan is wobbling. 

Because he does have a crush, doesn’t he? Isn’t that why he’s here, sitting in his cooling car with homemade soup, outside of some boy’s apartment building? Why else would he go to such measures- especially on his day off? God, he feels so juvenile. 

He hits his head on the steering wheel again. 

The cold is starting to seep through the seams of the car, so he takes a deep breath, grabs his soup, and steps out into the snow. It crunches underneath his boots, leaving a trail of footprints all the way to the door of the building, which swings open easily for Obi-wan. 

He fishes his phone out of his pocket. Anakin had texted which one he lived in, but it had felt too… like too much, last time he came. He hadn’t wanted to intrude on Anakin’s personal space.

#344. 

The elevator ride is both too short and too fast, his anxiety rising with each floor. What if Anakin didn’t like chicken noodle soup? He definitely should’ve texted. But the doors glide open and the wide expanse of the hall looms in front of him, stretching for what seems like forever in both directions. The floorplan seems to be circular; a little guide that reads “301-322 left, 323-344 right” with arrows points him in the right direction, so he sets off to the right, each step waking up a new butterfly in his stomach. 

When he reaches 344, he stares at the door for a moment, considering the fact that Anakin is on the other side of the thin wall, completely unaware of Obi-wan. Something yanks at him to turn back, but Obi-wan would feel even more pathetic if he went home with a full bowl of soup, and Anakin does probably need it, so. Here goes nothing. 

The bell ding-dongs from the interior, the sound muffled. Obi-wan hears nothing, and then slow footsteps and a lock being unlatched. 

Anakin is wearing his sweater. 

“Obi-w- Professor Kenobi, hey,” Anakin rasps out, eyes wide open, clearly startled, and sounding a bit better than he had a few days ago, but not by much. His bangs are held back by a little clip, shooting a tuft of hair straight into the air. “Sorry if I missed your text, I’ve been asleep-” 

“Ah,” Obi-wan shuffles in place, embarrassed. “I didn’t text, which I realize now that I should have, but-”

“No,” Anakin cuts in, “that’s okay.” 

They stand there in awkward silence before Anakin points at the bowl Obi-wan is clutching to his chest. 

“You brought soup?” 

Obi-wan looks down to the container like he’s never seen it before, cheeks burning like lava. “Yes! I, well, you see my mother and I always made soup when it snowed, and I always make extra, so I thought you’d, well,” he chances a peek at Anakin, whose features are slackened in a soft smile, “I thought you could use some given that you’re sick and it’s snowing.” 

“Have you eaten yet?” Anakin asks, ignoring his bumbling explanation. 

“No,” he thinks back, “I didn’t get the chance.”

Anakin drags his door open and steps back, gesturing for Obi-wan to come inside. “Let’s share, then.” 

Obi-wan balks at the open door, because he knows once he crosses that threshold there is no going back between them. He’d have officially been in Anakin’s apartment, sharing homemade soup with Anakin, taking care of him while he’s sick. The intimacy of seeing how someone lives, to see all the details of their existence on display, who they are when no one else is around… that sort of intimacy frightens Obi-wan. 

“I don’t want to be an imposition,” he starts, only to get cut off by a particularly nasty sneeze from Anakin. “Bless you.”

“You’re not, so come on.” Anakin reaches forward and tugs on his arm, and really, Obi-wan has no choice. 

While he had never actively imagined Anakin’s living space, he had always assumed it would be something akin to a sparse bachelor pad, dirty and meant for college students who couldn’t afford any better. But this is a pleasant surprise: a black rug and couch sits neatly against the wall of a tidy and cozy living room, branching off to a kitchen and a door Obi-wan assumes is Anakin’s bedroom. There are a few mirrors behind the couch, and a few (fake?) plants spotted around the room, even a candle on the coffee table. 

Anakin leads him into the kitchen and Obi-wan sees now this is where the mess lies; computer parts, nuts, bolts, tools, and loose wires scatter the counter, leaving little room for anything else save the sink and a hand towel. He stands there and waits for Anakin to clear a space for the bowl, muttering about how he didn’t know company would be over otherwise he would’ve picked up a little. 

Obi-wan doesn’t know if he even wants to ask what Anakin is making. 

The bowl is transferred into the microwave, cooking for a few minutes on low to properly reheat, and Obi-wan sets out to find some spoons so he’s not left in awkward, still silence. 

“Sorry there’s no table, I never really have anyone over and it takes up so much space, so,” Anakin is blushing, either embarrassed to have someone over or still running a fever. Maybe a bit of both. “Oh, here, in that drawer,” he motions to Obi-wan, crowding into his space to pull open the drawer. Obi-wan stiffens at their proximity; he can feel the heat pouring off of Anakin, and he grips the spoons like his life depends on it. 

They perch by the counter, listening to the hum of the microwave. 

“What are you doing during winter break?” Anakin asks him, breaking the quiet. 

Obi-wan breaths in, thinking of his answer. “I’m not sure, probably just relax. Maybe work on my library books, plan for winter quarter.” 

Anakin scoffs, and it turns into a full blown hacking spree. When he’s done, he winces. “Sorry, your plans are so sad my whole body freaked out.” 

He snorts. “My plans aren’t sad. What are you doing, then?” 

“Well, now that I’ve graduated, I suppose I should be looking for a job, so probably that.” Anakin stares up at the soup rotating in the microwave in contemplation. 

Something small and sad tugs at Obi-wan’s heart. He had forgotten that Anakin wouldn’t be around anymore. No more impromptu office visits. 

“But,” Anakin continues, “it would be nice to have help with my resume and interviewing.” He glances at Obi-wan out of the corner of his eyes. 

The microwave beeps: the soup is finished reheating. 

“Of course, I’d be happy to help.” Obi-wan says, warmth flooding his tone. He’s grateful that Anakin still wants him in his life, still wants his help. 

Anakin sniffles and splits the soup into two bowls, handing one to Obi-wan, who is still holding both their spoons. 

“You wanna watch something? We can sit on the couch.” Anakin says, and motions for Obi-wan to follow. Obi-wan tentatively settles into the couch, which is surprisingly cushy, as Anakin flips open Netflix and pulls up The Great British Baking Show. 

“Is this okay? It’s kind of addictive.” Anakin looks suddenly self-conscious about his choice in television, grabbing a set of glasses from his coffee table. They are way too big for him and nearly slide down his nose in seconds. Obi-wan might combust. 

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” 

Anakin shifts. “Only to see long distances, I mostly just use them for watching things.” 

Obi-wan nods at that, and throws a hand up in the air towards the TV screen. “This is fine, I like cooking shows.” 

“They’re definitely my guilty pleasure, I’ve always wished I was better at cooking.” Anakin blows on the soup on his spoon, eyes glued to the TV.

The hosts introduce the challenge, and Obi-wan looks down at his soup, stirring it all absentmindedly. “I can teach you, if you want. My mom passed a lot onto me before she, well.” Obi-wan smiles at him. “I’d like to think I’m a pretty good cook.” 

Anakin pushes his glasses back on his face. “If the soup is anything to go by, I believe you.” 

He chuckles, shifting his attention back to the TV. Helping Anakin find a job, teaching him how to cook- they’re both just trying to find excuses to stay in each other’s lives. It’d be endearing if it weren’t so sad. 

The episode drags out, a winner is named and someone gets sent home, and Anakin and Obi-wan are long finished with their soup, the bowls having been discarded onto the coffee table a while ago. When the credits roll, neither of them get up, and the next episode autoplays. Obi-wan hopes he isn’t overstaying his visit, but Anakin seems comfortable and relaxed. Anakin offers him a blanket, and Obi-wan drapes it over his lower body, slouching further into the couch. 

Over the next few hour long episodes, they seem to inch closer, fully lounging now. Jokes are made, laughter is shared, and Obi-wan keeps handing him tissues, grateful that he isn’t wiping his snot on the sweater’s sleeve. 

He still can’t believe he’s sitting here on Anakin’s couch, watching a cooking show, while Anakin sits next to him wearing one of his sweaters. 

Maybe he is the one with a delirious fever? 

The fourth episode draws to a close, and Obi-wan spares a glance at one of the windows, where the afternoon had faded into evening. “I still don’t think she should have won, did you see the state of her frosting?” He stands up and stretches, sighing in relief when a few of his bones pop, laughing when Anakin’s do the same. “I should probably get going, though, it’s getting dark.” 

But when the pair make it to the window, they are greeted by glistening white, snow almost completely covering the cars parked outside. There’s no way he can drive home in this, and they both know it. The air seems to thicken between them. 

“Hey, you can crash on the couch and drive home once the snowplow has been through?” Anakin, though standing right next to him, seems miles away, his tone small and unsure. 

“Surely not, you’ve already let me stay long as it is. I’ll…” he trails off, thinking. 

“What, walk home?” Anakin supplies, shaking his head. “Absolutely not, you can stay. I don’t mind,” he places a hand on Obi-wan’s arm, “really.” 

“You’re right, I don’t have much of a choice.” Obi-wan laughs under his breath. Still, if he did have the choice, he’d want to stay. Not that he’d ever admit that to Anakin. 

Anakin takes the few steps back to the couch, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around himself like a cape. “Well, should we finish the season then?” 

_____

It’s midnight by the time the pair are too tired to stay awake, drifting off into separate spaces. 

“Can I borrow something to sleep in?” Obi-wan asks Anakin, who is standing in the doorway to his room. From what Obi-wan can see, it looks a lot like the living room, all blacks and soft fabrics. 

Anakin’s eyes widen. “Uh, yes. Hold on.” He disappears into his room and comes back with a blue flannel pajama set. “Here, the bathroom is just across the kitchen.” 

Obi-wan takes the little pile of clothing from him with a soft thanks and retreats to the bathroom to change. The pants are entirely too long on him, and the shirt hangs on him, clearly meant for someone who has a little broader shoulders. But the set smells like Anakin, and Obi-wan wants to breathe it in forever. 

When he comes out, Anakin bites back a smile, holding his lower lip between his teeth. He doesn’t say anything though, and Obi-wan is both disappointed and relieved. 

“So there’s a bunch of blankets on the couch for you, let me know if you need anything else.” He says, backing into his room. 

Obi-wan clears his throat. “Of course. Goodnight, Anakin.” 

Anakin dips his head and closes his door. “Goodnight.”

In the dark of the living room, Obi-wan shakes the blankets out so they lay flat over the couch, and slips his legs under them to get comfortable, laying on back to stare at the ceiling. 

What a day. 

If someone had told him this was what his snow day would’ve looked like, he would’ve laughed in their face. Just under two weeks ago, they had been huddled together in his office, working on Anakin’s paper like normal. And now, he’s spending the night at Anakin’s apartment. And while Anakin technically isn’t a student anymore, and certainly not his student any more by a long shot, there’s still a sticky and uncomfortable unease sitting in his gut; he doesn’t know how old Anakin is, but Obi-wan is surely much older than him. Plus, he doesn’t know if there’s a power play at hand, what if Anakin just thinks he’s being a creepy old man and feels obligated to let him stay? 

But he thinks about the way Anakin’s flashed with happiness when Obi-wan laughed at one of his jokes during the show, the way they inched towards each other, Anakin’s face when Obi-wan came out of the bathroom in his pajamas. 

Needless to say, Obi-wan doesn’t get much sleep. Instead, he thinks about the fact that Anakin is also lying down, just a thin apartment wall in between them, and watches the large snowflakes drift down in silent waves outside. 

Obi-wan wonders if Anakin is sleeping in his sweater. He hopes he is. 

[psychemeanscure]

PART 8

“Holy Sh*t. Jang! Did you just--- Urgh! You bastardo.”

A surprised curse blurts out into her mouth definitely, the moment she led her unprepared eyes upon the arrogant Jang Taeyoung who is just confidently came in to the room where she is. Only to receive an exasperating awe which also halts his steps for a second through its closet. Doubting eyes now landed to her. “Did I heard it right?  You just cursed in English? That’s new eh?”

His very random casualty anyhow which she straightly did not entertain. Him who is finally settling a chosen cloth putting it for a bit on the backrest of his dressing table chair. while she in the other hand has to deal with it as usual. He’s only wearing a bathrobe, for Pete’s sake! She can’t still even oblige herself to turn her head to look at him. Waking up in an unfamiliar room was already a bewilderment for her, what more with this loco she is with. She almost seen half of his--- “Aish! Can you please wear something already?!” only answered by a smirk which she obviously unseen.    

“Wait? Are you shy? What a news. So, Sung Eunyoung still knows how to get nervous, huh?”

Thus, she had no choice but to face him with a frowning look, remembering to seek her own confusions. “Tsk. Happy? Where am I anyway? And why am I with this thing?” pertaining to the IV inserted in her wrist certainly, as her gaze wanders to him who’s reaching a first aid kit from a bedside table.

“To detox the drug in you. And for the record, you’re in my penthouse.”

His firm answer indeed while she was shock, undecided between which she must confirm first. “What?” the sensible remark she can only utter then. Eyes still following onto him who’s now setting himself to grab a seat beside her on the bed. “Which of the two did you mean by that? I can’t follow.” Him who’s starting to get a cotton and sanitizer from the kit, which also led for the appearance of her anxiousness that she was now totally agitated settling her eyes between his movement and to her IV, including her unsettled answer as well.

“T-the pent--- I mean the drug. I was drug?!” her stuttering success words somehow, but not long enough to get her nervous the moment he finally holds her forearm that she quickly moves back. “Hey, what are you doing?” her prudent fight indeed, only to be hold back by him. “I’ve been doing this on my own, Sung Eunyoung. Trust me.”

Just to be answered by her hesitating groan, still. “Are you sure? Can’t you at least call a doctor instead?” thus a frustrating sigh went into him totally. “Seriously, woman? Who do you think settled this dammit Intravenous, and the hell who shot you a tranquilizer during your influence, huh?”

“You shot me a what?!” obviously another surprise for her. “You heard it. So, are we settled then?” only proceeded by her surrendering hum. “Good. Tss. You stubborn volatile.” His last statement then, before cautiously performing the removal of the IV. Not when he heard a whimper from her though who’s actually avoiding her eyes from her wrist. Reason for his little laugh as well. “You’re afraid after all. Is it blood or needle?”  holding her temper not to explode. “Shut up. Just finish what you are doing will you?”

Only to hear another laugh from him. Somehow take the courage to look at him though, as she only notices the usual brushed up hair of him is on a hair down bangs for a while. ‘He looks good.’ As what her thoughts says otherwise. Later landed to the glimpse of his tattoos especially by the lower part of his neck. ‘se---‘

“I might melt anytime soon, Sung Eunyoung… You don’t have too fluster me, I already know I’m erotic.”

Before she could piece her second thought obviously, he already concluded it right. That she had to only clear her throat and avoid his gaze instead. Before deciding to dodge it by another reopening topic. “Uh. Hm. Right, tell me how did I got influenced then. What drug was it?” only to be answered by his hidden smirk as he welcomes to give her details.

“Ecstasy. So basically, the filthy Spanish dimwit poured a powder type in your drink and you carelessly bite it. The end.”

As if his tale-like story telling that he already expected the disbelief reaction to her who only manage to glance by her reflection through the window glass, out of frustration.  

“Jesus. It literally slipped on my mind. He probably did it when I was focused to the gift h--- wait? Speaking of, where was i---“

“Burned.”

Somehow satisfied from what he did. “Ah. Okay.” That she just casually answered without objection. But to him was a bit unexpected. “I actually thought you’ll disagree. But after learning from you today, well I like it though. Good to know.” And with the last touch from the cotton and plaster tape on her wrist. He’s finally finished. “I did something crazy, aren’t I?”

Just to receive a sly smirking smile from him, as he even tilting his head for teases. “Want to go on details as well?” understanding his remark perhaps that her hair should be disheveled. Promptly realizing the white shirt and checkered pajama on her that surely his. As she was now fuming mad with the man beside her. “You take advantage of me?!”  

Fully her accusations indeed after hastily throwing a pillow to his face. “Great. What a word for a thank you.” As he helplessly reached the thrown pillow somehow and putting it back on the bed. “Listen, woman. I honestly did not. Well fine, almost. And upon mine you were wearing, I called assistance. Now, does it answer your madness then?”

Crossing his arms as he gave the straight explanations to her. Only to see the doubting look on her, still. Cause by his aggravating sigh. “Do I now have to call for CCTV personnel?” scoffing in the end as she just chose to believe his words. Thus, he stands up after closing the first aid kit and place it back where it belonged.

“Anyhow. I had to go somewhere for a bit. I already called room service for your breakfast, though. You’ll just have to open the door for them. Unless you’re in a diet…” thus his quick reflexes of changing his clothes began that she had to curse him again as she just decided to went out of his bedroom first instead. Than implanting malicious images she never wished to see anyway. Loud banging of the door definitely, proceeding with her series of curses. “Urgh! This maldito bastardo, really.” Only to be answered by a laughter from him once more.

As she went nowhere to his living room couch. Frowning eyes still focused to the cursed room she went out. “Tss. This bastardo really get on my nerves. Aish.” Her last call of complains finally, before chooses to just wander her eyes to the features of his penthouse somehow. For it was also her first time to be inside it. Truly it is, for she always refused his invites. The hell will she dared too. Thus, she starts to stand up from the couch, roaming herself to each corner of his living room with the crossing of her arms, as if a critique meticulously rules on every aspect of it. From the structure of its walls, design of selected artworks, to the bookshelves, until a pit stop to his window glass. Giving the answers of her opinions. “Hm. Not bad.”

“Of course! Why would it be?”

Just to hear the boasting remark of the owner who seems good to go, after buttoning a last button from his coat sleeves. Too late to regret her compliments. “So a Jang Taeyoung knows to read somehow, huh?” her motioning to the pile of books in a way. “Uh. That? Nah. Just for display purposes. You don’t have to fall in love. Are you?”

That she had to rolled her eyes with his nonsense schemes. “Just go, please.” The dullness of her words certainly. “Wow. I was not informed that my penthouse has a new owner, eh?” thus, his sarcasm came in. “Big word, as if you’re not doing it well with my apartment.”

Satisfied by the raising of his arms of surrendering. “Fine, I lost. Jeez you, woman. You really have your way of words I can’t seem to defeat.” As he starts to push the up icon of his private elevator, with a freehand in its pockets. “Bye! I shall return. Don’t worry, I won’t take long. Be good to my penthouse. Alright, Love?”

As much as she hurries to protest by his last word, she’s too late anyway for the doors of the elevator already closed with the sly winking man inside it. That she only walks back with a frustrating shaking head. Not long enough after remembering her little disappointment a while ago, unconsciously turning her head to the closed elevator again.

“He looks better with a hair down, tho--- Aish! Am I really thinking about that? Urgh.”

Her reproaches to herself definitely, after shaking her head again as she chooses to continue exploring his penthouse anyway while waiting for the room service to arrive. Later on take a minute before it finally came, that she can even decipher the discerning eyes of the service crew as if implying something she surely know. “If you’re done, you’re good to go.” A superiority coldness from her words indeed, just enough to scare an already nervous crew, which she did not fail to give an intimidating look the moment it went out.

“Mierda! So, I had to suffer for misjudgment now? Great. Just great.”

Her last complains definitely, before settling to the food served for her. And when she’s in the middle of biting the last variant of fruits, a small opening from somewhere caught her attention that she even takes its saucer and fork with her as she steps into it. Just to be astonished upon learning what’s through it.

A better view of the mesmerizing sky and busy streets of the city. That she wished she could see during the night. Capturing every futuristic structures. Not when her eyes landed to its indoor pool situated on the center though. That she intuitively frowns with the thoughts of him bringing different b*tches for his satisfaction. Thus, without any second thoughts, she swiftly avoids her gaze to it, not liking to feed her thoughts with much scandalous one. Thankful for her eyes to find a much intriguing view. As she decides to put off the saucer and fork on to a wooden deck chair just beside her. Walking her steps towards a wall to later take off the satin cloth covered on it.

A pastel portrait of Jang Taeyoung that is too good to be one. For she almost considered it a photo. Clasping her hands to her back as she somehow studied the intricate wave of lines of it that she began to get curious of its texture and was about to touch it.

“Loving your view?”

Only to be cut by the devil who’s obviously just came back from his agenda. That she had to turn her back to the portrait and unwillingly face the latter who had just use her fork to pick a fruit from her saucer on the wooden deck chair. “Not really.” Chooses to slip her disapproval by his actions, instead, and just better entertain his questions. “Why?” his itching question while she tends to point to her back, again.

“Well, did this man tell you how I’ve been discriminated by a service crew as if I’m one of your bicha, huh? Cabrón?”

Only to accused the innocent portrait indeed. Leaving him in awe somehow. “See? That’s the result of your everyday refusal with my invites. They could have been familiar to you by now if you at least agree just once.” That she only gives in a rejecting snort. “No thanks still, Mr. Jang.”

“Oh, come on. Again?”

“Since I can tell how many b*tches you already brought and claim with this dirty pool of yours. And you still expect me to come?”

Pouting with the thought truly, as he even gazed his eyes to the thing. “Well I can’t argue with that, though. Do you want me to move out, then?” that confusions crept her. “Eh? And what does it have to do with me? Do what you want, why need my permission, Loco. You have money enough to waste.”

That the only thing he could do is snap in the air. “Right. What am I expecting even? Tss. Here, at least.” That’s where she noticed two paper bags in his hands as he offers one to her. Somehow understood her questioning gaze onto it that he seemed oblige to answer in some way. “Your cloth from yesterday. I handed it to the laundry last night. In case you want to retrieve it?”

Just a reason for her sudden irritation in a way. “Trash that. I can only remember what the coño kid did to me. Urgh.” Thus a satisfying smirk paved his way. “I knew it. A new one it is.” Him, swapping it with the other one then, as she seems contented by his guts. “Thank you.” Accepting the offer indeed by means of her starting walking ahead of him to finally change. Remembering something she almost forgot to ask. “Right. By any chance. Did you manage to---“    

“Don’t worry. We already solved the mess, Ms. Sung.”

Cut by her words obviously, but somehow relieve by his answer. “Good. I thought I---“

“Almost forgot to remind you as well that the next time you wear revealing clothes, don’t expect me to be a good boy. Understand, hm? Love?”

Had to gasp an unexpected certainly, for she did not expect his sudden move, hugging her from behind as soon as she went out of the changing room. In means of feeling his rubbing thumb on the navel part of her body. Worst when he leans to kiss the back of her earlobe, that she had to grip to his hold for a while as support to her unravel stance and close her eyes like it’s the best sensation she ever had, to later silently curse herself with the thought. If this is the aftermath of her influence, then screwed up! She really hated it totally. By means she had to fight it in any way. With a gritting teeth and stern look, she succeeded surely.

“Get your hold out of me before you meet your destiny behind bars, Jang Taeyo---“

“Want to take revenge with the dimwit somehow? I can be a help though.”

The supposed to be frustration from cutting her words only replaced by a tempting welcome from the offer he suggested. “How?” too late to regret her move of turning her head to face him, as she forgot they were still close to each other.  Opposite to how he desirably stares to her lips. Meeting his sly expression again. “Now, you’re all ears.” His only remark before miraculously just let go of her without urging for teases like he always do. Except for the smirk, maybe. Thank God still, as the thought of punishing someone excites her for no reason.

[razorblade180]

Sunshower. 10

[2 of 2 parts]

*Disclaimer,mature themes* Enjoy

It wasn’t long before they reached the forest district and the trees her house was in. As usual she flipped the sign on the ground from down to up. If Sun was really about to spend the night then she might as well look cool getting up to the door she pulled him to the outer rim of the clearing and faced right.

Sun:What are you doing?

Ilia:Getting a little workout in. You’re about to see why our races are always so close.

She bent her knees and took a deep breath. Then she took off sprinting towards a tree. Sun watched her run along it sideways then jumping to the next tree; repeating the process again and again. Each transition to the next tree got her higher and higher as she was essentially going counter clockwise. He almost got dizzy just watching. Finally she was close enough to the mass of leaves and materials supporting her house. Ilia lunged towards a patch of leaves that were a slightly different color and her hands went through it. Sun had a feeling if she did that anywhere else then her performance would’ve ended horribly. Ilia pulled herself all the way up then poked her head back through to look at Sun. Funny, he was easier to look at when she was upside.

Ilia:I hope you were paying attention. Now it’s your turn.

Sun:I could just climb up the one nearest to the entrance. Oh, it even has grooves in it.

Ilia:Yeah it’s for lazy people or emergencies. I won’t stop you from taking it but I’ll hold it against you.

Sun:So what you’re saying is I have no choice?

Ilia:That’s the spirit!

Ilia extended a hand out of the leaves and waited patiently. He wasn’t getting out of this. Not by a long shot. Sun dramatically started rotating his hips and stretching as if he wasn’t already limbered up. Ilia wanted to playfully roll her eyes but found herself paying attention to the way his buttoned shirt slightly lifted up. For the first time she was actually a bit disappointed it was buttoned up and she hated herself for it.

‘This is stupid. He’s stupid. I’ve been complaining about his banana breath for months and I know I suddenly feel….I don’t know what I feel! Why the hell is he getting to me? How am I getting to him? Are we filling the void or-’ “Heads up!”Sun shouted as he jumped at her. Ilia was glad he did or else because she had stopped paying attention entirely. She didn’t even know he stopped stretching and now she’s grabbing his arm and pulling him up. ‘Great, now he has me spacing out…’ It was difficult not to chastise herself at this point. Feelings are complimented but not this complicated.

‘I don’t even like men.’ She knew this part of herself very well and from a young age. Of course she’s tried a couple of hetero relationships but early on she knew for a fact that she just wasn’t feeling anything romantic or otherwise. Yet here she was, clearly feeling something. It burned like fire and made her chest heavy, but also made her feel like she was breathing better than ever? Her heart ached, but she didn’t want it to stop. Somehow, it felt….good? All these positives and negatives kept clashing. She felt like a walking contradiction.

Sun had noticed the girl was lost in thought while they entered her home. He chose to leave her be. He wasn’t sure of what to say anyways. Right now he was invested in looking around. ‘I wish my home was half as cool as this.’ He thought while removing his shoes. Living in a literal treehouse was already cool but the way everything was set up kept adding brownie points. Then it hit him, small talking about her home could break the ease. He touched her shoulder and Ilia jumped a little; realizing she had spaced out again.

Ilia:S...Sorry. You say something?

Sun:I was gonna say you have a nice place.

Ilia:Oh, thanks. *smiles* You wouldn’t believe how long it took to make this place. Worth it though. It’s out of the way and peaceful.

Sun:Yeah I’ve noticed you tend to like your space. Anyways...I’ll...see ya tomorrow?

Ilia:Umm yeah?

Sun:....

Ilia:...

Sun:*slowly walking to the futon.*

Ilia:What are you doing?

Sun:About to...sleep?

Ilia:Aren’t you forgetting something?

Sun:....covers?

Ilia:A shower Sun. You’re dirty from being out partying.

Sun:I don’t have spare clothes.

Ilia:I have plenty of big t-shirts and basketball shorts. There’s spare towels and washcloths already in the bathroom.

Sun:Thanks.

Ilia:I can’t believe you tried going to sleep filthy.

Sun:Listen, I’m playing this by ear.

Ilia:Well make sure you wash behind said ears.

She walked down to the end of the wall into her room. A circular bed filled most of the room with cabinets drawers built in underneath where she stored her clothes. Lights hung from the center of the ceiling and spread across the walls like vines; while a small hatch connected to a string could open a piece of the ceiling to maya sky light. Airflow was good too. ‘I’m glad I cleaned in here.’

…..

‘Why’d I think that? He’s not going to be in here.’ Ilia dismissed the thought from her mind and grabbed whatever she reached for first. Blue shorts and yellow shirt; it’s funny how life works out like that sometimes. Ilia left the room and tossed Sun the clothes as he walked into the restroom.

Ilia:To turn on the shower-

Sun:I can figure out a bathtub Ilia.

Ilia:(Okay Mr. Know it all.Is the day finally getting to him or something? Guess I shouldn’t blame him. He’s not the only one on edge.)

Rushing water and the change of the sound of it hitting the tub did indeed let her know he figured it out. Oddly enough, knowing that Sun was currently showered wasn’t as flustering as everything else. That was until she realized a cold reality. One of two things would happen when he wears those clothes. Option one, he realizes there’s no change in underwear and wears the pair he has; eww. Or option two, he’ll go commando. In her shorts. That first option was looking really good. It’ll give her a reason to knock him down a peg.

Instead of waiting for him like a weirdo; Ilia went back to her room to grab one of the dozen pillows on her bed along with a spare blanket. It didn’t take long to turn the futon into bed mode and set everything up. She actually finished right as he got out. The boy’s hair and tail were a bit damp and his clothes folded up. That was unexpected. It really was hard to pinpoint exactly what level of care Sun did and did not have for hygiene. Ilia couldn’t resist looking at all the layers of the folded clothes. Sure enough, his boxers were there and not on him. Another thing to add to her contradicting feelings.

Ilia:Those fit you surprisingly well.

Sun:Why do you have such baggy clothes?

Ilia:Lounge wear. I like to be comfortable.

Sun:Really? Judy told me the opposite. Something about wearing bras while at home?

Ilia:Why does she care so much about that!? What’s the problem with that!?

Sun:She said it had something to do with being comfortable with your body in a safe environment. I didn’t really get it either. Do you have a place to wash these?

Ilia:Yeah I’ll deal with it. Right now just-...

Sun:Ilia?

She didn’t answer him. For a second he had thought she spaced out again but no, she was looking at him? Ilia started walking forward and actually passed him to the bathroom to the sink. Sun realized he had forgotten the things that were in his pockets there. Then, his face went pale.

Ilia picked up his scroll, a pack of gum, some change, and the thing that made her shut up in the first place. A couple of condom packets. Sun felt like flinging himself out the tree as Ilia walked back to him and slowly put all the items on his stack of clothes. The two looked at each other. Ilia had a face of skepticism and slight embarrassment. Sun doubled down on the ladder.

Ilia:So...were you feeling lucky tonight? Confident? Dumb...?

Sun:I swear those aren’t mine.

Ilia:Yet you have them because…?

Sun:Okay, they’re mine now. But I didn’t ask for them. Neptune gave me those when you and Judy got food. He kept going on about being prepared and not knowing what tonight could hold. I was trying to give them back but then you showed up and I panicked.

‘Neptune.’ Ilia thought menacingly. ‘You’ll get yours.’

Sun:Still mad.

Ilia:Not mad, I’m just on edge. Sorry.

Sun:Trust me, I get it. Go take your shower and I’m gonna go to sleep. I think we both need it.

Ilia:Yeah. You’re right. If you got hungry then feel free trying to create whatever out of the fridge.

Sun:Will do; thanks.

At last, the night was finally over. It was fun, exhausting but fun. She had taken her shower then went straight to her room. Ilia’s body felt heavy yet her mind was still racing and her eyes fully open; sleeping was impossible. Her hands fiddled with the stitching of the black basketball shorts and her gold tank top felt off for some reason. She knew it was all in her head. What felt off was in the other room.

Ilia grabbed her scroll to check the time. Almost one o’clock; only forty five minutes has passed since she finished her shower. ‘This is ridiculous. I’m tired so sleeping should be easy.’ She tried closing her eyes to sink into sleep but it never came. It only took another five minutes before she rose from her bed agitated. ‘I wonder if Sun is up? One way to find out.’

Ilia walked to the door before stopping suddenly. The butterflies were coming back. It was almost unbearable. Still she persisted and followed through. Step by anxious step, she walked towards the living room. Ilia peeked around the corner as if this was someone else’s house and found him facing the wall and bundled up under the blanket she gave him. At first glance he looked to be completely at rest. However, the twitch of his nose and eyes seen thanks to faunus night vision indicated otherwise.

Ilia:I know you’re awake. Don’t try to lie.

Sun:Sigh...looks like we’re both restless.

Ilia:Scooch over. At least we have tv.

He did what he was told and sat up so she could sit on his left. The light from the tv lit the dark room with some anime Ilia seemed to like. Sun wondered if Blake influenced the girl or if it was the other way around all along? Now wasn’t the time to bring her up though. It would’ve killed the mood; whatever that might be.

Ilia wasn’t afraid to steal cover from him and did so without a second thought. After sitting on the bench from earlier, this by far was an improvement. There was a bit more space this time. However, she could still feel the heat coming from him; so warm and inviting. She couldn’t help but scoot a little closer; making her skin turn more than a little red. Sun tried to focus on the show but it wasn’t working. Whatever shampoo Ilia used on her long flowing hair was tickling his nose. Maple, somehow it was perfect for her. Sun might’ve been a patient person even if he had his limits, and right now morality and a bit of fear was the only thing holding them back. He wasn’t the only one. Unlike him however, Ilia had enough of the tension. Progress had to be made; for better or for worse.

Ilia:It was nice….

Sun:Huh?

Ilia:You asked me at the pier how it was when we...you know. It was nice, from what I can remember.

Sun:*red* Oh. Me- me too. From what I can remember. It’s still pretty hazy at some parts. I...still remember your rules though.

Ilia:Is that right?

Sun:Yep.

……

Ilia:You’re holding yourself back somehow for my sake aren’t you? Even after what Neptune and I told you. I...don’t mind if you’re a little greedy sometimes.

His heart skips a beat. Sun looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Ilia kept both eyes on the screen but her entire face was flushed. She tried stealing a glance but locked eyes with him for a second. His attention was fully on her.

His silence was getting to her something fierce. She was about to speak again but the sudden warmth of Sun wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer made her gasp in surprise.

She was more than warm now; Ilia felt like an inferno. She could feel Sun’s hands shake slightly as they began roaming her midsection and legs. He was nervous. Good, that means she wasn’t alone.

Ilia places her hands on his to let him know his touch was more than welcomed. It got a bit more firmer. More confident. Ilia closed her eyes and shuddered from the way his hands made her body feel like it was melting. Short breaths of air sucked through her teeth periodically the more he advanced. Pleasure or not, Ilia’s pride refused to let her express to Sun how much she was enjoying such a simple act.

It only got more difficult. Sun leaned in and pressed his lips against her neck; making the girl in his arms bite her lip a little rougher than she would’ve liked. Slowly he trailed upwards until Ilia could feel his breath against her ear. “Let me know if you wanna stop.”, he whispered in a husky tone that was new to her. She doubted it was gonna be the last time it was heard. Ilia didn’t trust herself to speak so nodded instead. Sun’s hand got busy. His left hand slid under Ilia’s shirt and towards her chest. While the right one took the plunge down into shorts; trailing the middle finger up and down her already damp slit.

Ilia wasn’t ready for the sudden surge of pleasure. Her body hunched over a little as a reflex as she let out a small whimper. The freckles across her started turning pink as Sun kept the attention on her left tit and mound. “F..Fuck…”, she said with a rasp in her voice. She was rarely this sensitive; this needy. Yet right now Ilia felt like she had just run a marathon and was starting to break a sweat. Is this what happens when you let tension build all day? It was kinda worth it.

“You okay?” Sun said with his voice more normal than last time.

“Mmmhmm” was all Ilia could manage in the moment. She leaned back into his chest and lifted her waist. Both of her hands went to the waistband of her shorts a little faster than she meant to do and pulled the unneeded clothing off. She bent her left leg and placed on the futon. Allowing Sun to have more room for his right hand to work. The feeling of something poking her lower only her head get fuzzier. Ilia didn’t really remember much about what Sun was packing but she was anxious regardless.

Sun couldn’t help but think how cute she looked right now.Not to mention how aroused he was. He wasn’t afraid to admit that seeing her like this was thrilling. He wanted more. “You know you don’t have to hold back either right?” His voice dripping with desire. “I wanna hear you…”

Yeah, that voice was going to be a problem. “Don’t get ahead of yourse-aah!”

Her protest went unfinished as she felt Sun’s middle finger slide into her. The digit rubbed slowly; exploring this new, soaked area. With each thrust the walls clamped and spasmed around it. Sun continued kissing her. The assault on so many areas at once crumbled Ilia’s resolve. Her chest rising and falling in excitement. “That wasn’t so hard, wasn't it?”

“I’m...totally getting you...back.” Ilia did her best to calm down but it wasn’t working. Being the only one overwhelmed wasn’t fun. She was the person with actual experience here. Somehow she gathered her thoughts together and managed to reach behind her and tug on Sun’s shorts. A chill up his spine and through his tail from Ilia’s nimble fingers run down his pelvis. Moments later a rush of adrenaline hits him as her hands wrap around his length and frees it. Slowly her hands start stroking it up down. Ilia was never an expert at this thing for obvious reasons but Sun seemed to enjoy it. Low groans invaded her ear as she picked up the pace. The hot and foreign object steadily getting harder with time.

The sounds Ilia got out of Sun only made her enjoy it more. When was the last time foreplay felt this rewarding? This intense? She wanted to keep it going but her body had other plans. Sun slid a second finger into her to add more fuel to the fire that threatened to burn her up. “Sun...Sun!” Being quiet was out the window. Every touch felt like electricity. Her toes started to curl as she teetered on the edge of her release. “Time out! Time out!” She shouted frantically before it was too late.

“Huh?” Sun was caught off guard but stopped as instructed. Was she hurt? Did she change her mind. A million worries started building up as she sat forward and turned towards him completely flushed. Her shirt clinged to her body from the thin layer of sweat that covered her. Even strands of hair stuck to Ilia’s face as she calmed down. She didn’t look hurt, not at all. So why stop? “Umm did I do something wrong?”

Ilia shook her head side to side. “No. I just… the couch. I didn’t expect so much to happen here. It’s...way harder to clean than my sheets is all.” She wasn’t lying. The bed was definitely a better choice to do this. What she didn’t admit to him was how hard that orgasm was about to hit. No way would she have any energy to return the favor if it had.

“Oh, phew, I thought I did something bad. I’ve kinda been playing this entire thing by ear.” Knowing that only made Ilia more embarrassed. ‘I gotta step my game up.’ She thought; her heartbeat finally calming down a bit. She took this opportunity to look at what she had been so feverishly stroking. It only made her entire body change red in surprise. It didn’t look how she’d expect. It wasn’t anything cartoonishly big like many people over exaggerate about but she had a hard time believing that fit in her before. Then again, she did have a limp.

“Umm Ilia, could you not stare. It’s a little embarrassing.” The boy said sheepishly. It was crazy how fast his attitude changed in the heat of the moment. “Sorry, just psyching myself up is all. Where are the condoms?”

“The counter. We’re going straight to that? No oral or anything?” A valid question that would’ve made Ilia redder if that was even possible. “Sorry but not really the type of girl to do that in a...straight scenario.” It felt a little rude to say that out loud. “I wouldn’t feel right if you did it to me because then it’s one sided.”

He got why she felt that way but it was a little disappointing. He’d never done anything like that before either; it would’ve been interesting. “Understandable.Guess we’ll skip right to the fun part then.” Without warning he lifted her up. Ilia gave a small yelp; instinctively wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Hey! Warn me next ti-aah! S...Sun..” Ilia tried to maintain some bite in her voice but it proved nearly impossible by the small bites and nibbles being placed on her neck. The fire she tried to quell was rising again. She could barely keep her eyes open while Sun took her to bed. His tail grabbing the condoms from the counter along the way. This was really happening.

Sun pushed open the door and laid her gently on the bed. Ilia watched the boy make a sincere smile that said “yeah, I’m nervous too.” The fact that he’s been so attentive to her needs was chipping away at her pride and slightly bruising her ego. He shouldn’t be doing most of the work. Time to step up.

“Hey…”

“Hmm? Yeah Ili-” She pulled him down onto her bed before he could finish speaking. Ilia grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him; along with kicking off all the surplus pillows. Then leaned him back a little as she bit his neck; the feel of her left hand running across his skin frazzled Sun and left him speechless. “Relax for me…” her tone sultry and deliberately making things more anxious for him. Sun tried to control his breathing as her lips ran across his chest and her free hand pulled off his shorts; boxers and all.

Ilia finally removed her now soaked panties and straddled her friend right above his member. Sun was about to remind her about the condom but felt a chill as thin latex was being rolled onto him. ‘When did she take it from me?” He wondered in amazement and concerned. Being that sneaky in a situation like this is a dangerous skill. He wondered if it came naturally, or practiced?

“So, you ready?” His voice was shaking as he looked into her eyes. “Because I’m not.” Ilia pressed her forehead against his. Their bodies slightly shook and felt like pure flames. “Guess we’re on the same page. Second thoughts?”

“Not on your life.”

“Good, or this would’ve been pretty embarrassing.” Ilia raised her hips and lined him up with her entrance. Slowly she started to lower herself down. Inch by inch Ilia felt Sun spread her sensitive walls until he was nearly all the way inside. Full couldn’t begin to describe this feeling. It was like he was touching everything at once; sending pleasure from head to toe. How she did this drunk she’ll never understand.

Ilia leaned forward and hid her face in the crook of his neck and started rocking her hips. Raising them till the tip was all that remained before sinking back down to her limit. Gradually she got faster with each one and couldn’t stop the sounds of her own pleasure from escaping.

Sun was no different. His heart raced and his jaw was clenched tightly. She gripped him like a vice and felt hotter than imaginable. He didn’t know how he didn’t cum immediately. “Fuuuck! Ilia!” He groaned into her ear with a hunger in his voice. “You feel so good!” The bed began to creak as they continued to go at it; the only louder noise being their voice and the sound of wet flesh colliding.

Their minds became cloudy as they brought each other closer to the edge. Instincts guided their body’s now. Ilia felt her strength starting to wane. Annoyingly, her hips started slowing down. Nails dug into Sun’s back and her eyes closed as she tried to hold out just a little longer. “Close. I’m so damn close..”, she whimpered and mewled in a haze of passion.

“Me too. Ahh! Ilia!” He wasn’t going to let this moment fade, not yet. Not like this. Sun gripped the girls slender waist and started timing his thrust with hers. The way his fingers pressed into her reminded Ilia of last time. The added intensity and memories made her body rage and ache. Tension was building in the pit of her gut and her toes started to curl once again. “Sun I’m...I’M!!!”

Her lips denied her from finishing her sentence. Instead she let out a cry of pleasure while her entire body felt like it had just gotten zapped by a million volts. Sun felt Ilia’s soaked walls clamp down tighter to milk him of everything he had. The grip was too much for him to bear and Sun came, hard. Ilia felt the condom swell inside her. No doubt filling with ropes of cum from Sun’s frantically twitching length. Latex or not, she could feel the warmth from the loud and it made her shudder. She couldn’t even imagine the feeling of it actually shooting into her. The thought made her heart skip a beat.

Energy quickly left their bodies and Sun fell backwards with Ilia on laying on his chest. Sweat covered both of them and each struggled for a moment to calm their breathing. It wasn’t long after that Sun finally went limp enough to slide out of the gir. Ilia used the strength she had left to remove the condom and tie it up before tossing it to the side. Proper disposal can happen later. Right now was resting time.

Sun:Phew, that was...was…

Ilia:It really was….

Sun:So I did good?

Ilia:I’m...panting and was screaming. You tell me?

Sun:Good. I’m relieved. Not exactly experienced with any of this.

Ilia:You did wonderfully.

She groaned in blissful exhaustion. Keeping her eyes half open was a real struggle. Everything felt surreal. It had been all night. Both were about to pass out any minute.

Ilia:Time to rest. I can feel myself drifting.

Sun:Want me to go back to the couch? Give you some room?

Ilia:Idiot. You think I’d just kick you to the curve after this? I’m not getting off you and you earned this spot for tonight.

Sun:Good. Don’t think I would’ve made it there anyways. You think this will be weird tomorrow? Or you know, okay?

Ilia:You’re more than welcome to sneak out before I wake up if you can’t handle it. But right now..

She clung to him and willingly closed her eyes. “Rest…” those were her final words before drifting off into slumber. Sun followed right behind her. Letting darkness surround them as he held the girl close. It truly had been a long day.

Part 9 & Part 10(1)

[lesbian-peanut-writer]

Shenanigans of a Todoroki

Hey hey my Little Rogues, here is my first piece for the Stoner Collab that I decided to participate in from the bnharem discord server. There are some awesome writers who have taken part in this Collab so go check them out over on the MASTERLIST and send them some love. Here’s hoping you love some shenanigans from the one and only Shouto Todoroki.

I found inspiration for this request from this pin over on pinterest, I would love to know who the real mastermind was behind this beautiful prompt!

~Lesbian Peanut

Trigger Warnings: Mention of Weed and being Stoned

Word Count: 7270

You’d had a long night at work and you were just glad when you actually fell asleep straight away after your head hit the pillow. Finishing work at midnight was something that you didn’t enjoy but you got paid really well for choosing to work the midnight shifts and that was something that made doing the job a little bit better. Sleep was hard to come by sometimes, especially with your boyfriend being a model and sometimes getting home at the wee hours of the morning. So, on the off chances that you actually got to sleep it was blissful and some of your friends joked about sleep being the love of your life.

You groaned as you rolled over in the bed, sleep heavy in your eyes as your peaceful slumber was disturbed by the sound of your ringtone filling the room. You cursed as you shifted, running a hand over your face before checking the time on your watch around your wrist. Fuck, why was it so damn early in the morning and who the fuck thought it was ok to ring you now? You grumbled as you sat up in bed, not caring how the sheet fell from your body and the cold night air rushed in against your skin.

You glared over at your phone as it fell silent, a notification blinking to life at the top of the screen to let you know you had missed a call. You sat there momentarily as you contemplated ignoring your phone completely and turning it off before going back to sleep, but you knew you couldn’t afford to do that. You sighed heavily as you tilted your head back, scratching at your goatee as you contemplated your options. You stiffened as your ringtone sprang to life again, ringing out through the room and annoying the fuck out of you.

“Oh, for fuck…” You growled as you shifted your upper body, grinding your teeth together sickeningly as you slammed your hand down on the nightstand before sliding your phone off the edge. You looked down at the name printed across the screen and instantly wanted to throw your phone. You clenched your fist as you swiped your thumb across the screen, answering the call before lifting the phone up to your ear. “WHAT? You better be dying right now.”

There was the briefest of pauses on the other end of the phone before the sound of what you thought to be someone dying reached your ears. You smirked as you sat back against the headboard, running your fingers through your hair as you tried to calm yourself.

“Ah…. He sounds really angry Kacchan…”

“What the fuck did you expect Deku? You probably just woke the fucker up, give me that fucking phone right now!” You quirked an eyebrow as Bakugou’s voice blasted through the phone and you sat up straight in bed.

You listened closely, pulling the phone away from your ear as the sound of it exchanging hands came from the other end. It was extremely hard to mistake Bakugou’s voice, the way he spoke was very unique but he was also one of the only people who swore so much and said Deku. The fact that Bakugou was there, it left you to surmise that the dying had in fact been Midoriya and that meant your boyfriend should have been there somewhere with them.

“Want to tell me what the fuck is going on over there, before I decided to drag my arse out of bed to beat the fuck out of your both!” you growled as you shifted across the mattress, heading for the edge of the bed despite wanting to stay under the covers. Why were these two idiots calling you now of all times? Weren’t they supposed to be taking care of your boyfriend for the night and not ringing you?

“(Name), we need your help!” Bakugou’s voice was hoarse as it cut across the phone, breaking you from your thoughts as you frowned. It sounded as though the blonde had been shouting for most of the night and it was finally catching up with him. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to be drunk or something like that and you knew he yelled a heck of a lot more when drunk.

“Yeah, no shit! Sounds like Mido just died and you have a fucking death wish!” You shot back as you cracked your neck and moved to rub at your shoulder, working out the tension that had built there previously. “I swear, hang up the phone Bakugou before I decide that kneecapping you is the best new sport.” You threatened as you stood up out of bed, stretching your entire body and wincing slightly as your back cracked in response to the unexpected movement. You frowned as you looked around the bedroom, scanning for any signs your boyfriend had returned home while you slept and finding none.

“Your idiotic boyfriend is stuck up a fucking tree!” Bakugou yelled moments before screaming profanities towards someone else around him. You listened as you frowned, the last of your hazy state washing away as you finally registered what had been said.

“Wait, Shouto is doing what now?”

“He’s up a fucking tree like a fragile little pussy! Come get the damn fucked before I shoot his arse out of the tree!” Bakugou shot back, you could tell that his patience was already running pretty thin and between the two of you he was the one that usually hated being awake at that hour of the morning.

“Fine! Text me the fucking address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You offered before hanging up and moving to get dressed properly. As much as you would have liked to leave the house as you were, you didn’t think it would go over well if you left the house with your dick hanging out. You pulled on a pair of boxers before moving to find your thick cargo pants, heavy boots and a thick plaid jacket to wear.

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You’d forgotten how quiet it could be at such an early hour of the morning, there was hardly any traffic and some parts of town had none at all. The drive over to the address Bakugou had sent you was one of the most baffling drives you had ever taken in your life and you’d been driving with a lot of people in your life. You weren’t sure whether it was the silence in the car that had your mind running a million miles an hour or just because you were worried about Shouto but either way, you were working your brain something ferocious. There were several things you didn’t understand about any of this and it all had a migraine building the longer you dwelled on it all.

The first thing that struck you as odd was where you were heading, the address was for a park that was on the other side of the city. Now, normally this would freak you out so much except for the fact you knew that Shouto was supposed to be at Midoriya’s house tonight and that was closer to your own house. Second, the park you were heading to was one that Shouto had made adamantly clear to you that he hated, he had taken it upon himself to tell you as much on the one occasion you had driven past it with him.

Why hadn’t Shouto contacted you? This was what was eating away at you the most, the question that was sitting at the forefront of your mind. It was very unlike Shouto to get into a situation like this one and not contact you immediately, though normally this sort of thing would never happen with him. This behaviour was something that could usually be expected of you, especially when you went out with your friends and decided not to be responsible but with Shouto; never! So, the drive over to the boys had brought about more questions and given so few answers, which had only served to piss you off more than you already were from being awoken.

You parked the car in the first park you came across, slamming the driver’s door violently as you got out of the car. You locked it before marching off across the field and headed straight towards a very familiar head of blonde hair. You ground your teeth audibly as you roughed up your hair, trying to stop it from sticking to your hair as it lay flat from the dampness of the early morning. Bakugou was standing there by himself, his hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket as he stabbed the toe of his military boots into the ground under him.

“Care to explain to me what the fuck is going on here?” You growled as you strode over to him, stopping just short of his spot while you mulled over your options if you were to suddenly hit him for dragging you out into the cold of the night.

“What the fuck do you think? We went for a walk or was that not made very clear when I told you about your boyfriend on the phone?” Bakugou shot back as he glared over at you, his demeanour holding a form of warning as he shifted his body away from you.

“There are several things wrong with that fucking statement and you know it! For starters, Shouto hates this fucking park and he would never willing walk himself over here.” You shot back as you glowered over to Bakugou, stuffing your hands into your pants pockets as you watched the blonde scrutinisingly close. “Besides, isn’t this a pretty long walk from Midoriya’s house which is on the other side of fucking town?” You added before Bakugou had a chance of defending himself, demanding a straightforward answer from the other man.

“So, what it was a really long fucking walk!”

“Where the fuck is my moron Bakugou, I’m going to drag him back screaming if I have to!” You demanded as you stepped towards him quickly, your eyes trained on his face as you clenched your jaw.

“Good luck, the fuck ran off the first chance he got.” He growled before averting his gaze. You knew Bakugou wasn’t one to back down from a fight but when it came to you if it meant he would live a little longer; he would keep the truth to himself at all costs.

You snapped in that moment, reaching your arm out in lightning speed as you grabbed a hold of the front of his jacket and strained the material as you twisted it between your fingers. Now Bakugou wasn’t exactly short in any count, he was actually quite tall but you had a good foot which left you towering over him and that had always worked to your advantage. You watched as a look of terror painted itself on his face and you pulled him in close to your body.

“Come again?” You frowned as you sniffed at his jacket, leaning your head down as your eyes narrowed dangerously and your eyes locked with Bakugou’s. “Have you been smoking fucking weed?”

Bakugou paled instantly as he quickly removed your hands from his jacket and put distance between the two of you as he stepped back. “Thought the half and half bastard would have fucking told you.” He explained as he straightened up the front of his jacket and then looked over at you as though he were confused. “We went to Sero’s house for a while tonight.”

“No, he said you were heading to Midoriya’s.” You shot back as you crossed your arms over your chest, your knuckles turning white as you clenched your fists and ground your teeth audibly. “I’m guessing that the two of you didn’t tell him anything about the fact you’d be heading to Sero’s tonight until after he met you at Mido’s huh?”

“Maybe but in our defence, it was only because we knew that your god damn crazy arse would freak the fuck out if you ever found out where we would be taking him.” He defended as he shrugged his shoulders and looked at you as though challenging you to try to tell him he was wrong in his statement.

You sighed heavily in defeat as you ran your fingers back through your hair before pinching the bridge of your nose, this was far more than you had signed up for. You rubbed at the bridge of your nose as you let your eyes slide shut, trying to process everything that had obviously taken place since Shouto had left the house tonight. You snapped your head up and to the left instantly as the sound of someone approaching the two of you caught your attention. You watched as a breathless Midoriya ran towards you, his eyes wide and filled with panic as he caught sight of you before shooting a weary glance towards Bakugou.

“Don’t! Don’t you fucking dare Midoriya, whatever help you’re looking for from that asshole, don’t expect it.” You intercepted as you pointed a finger towards Midoriya, causing the green-haired man to stop completely and flinch back from you in fear.

“Sorry, (Name).” He apologised as he rubbed at the back of his head anxiously, bowing his head after a moment in order to express how sorry he actually was. “We tried our best to keep him out of trouble tonight but you know what Sero can be like and we let him out of our sight for a moment too long.”

“Did the two of you ever stop to think about why I might be so protective of Shouto?” You didn’t much care for the apologies or anything of the sort, you just wanted to make sure this sneaky shit wouldn’t happen again. “I’m the one who has to clean up after him whenever you two drop him home after a long night. I’m ok with dealing with him when he’s drunk, that’s something I can do on my own!” You explained as you pointed between the two men and then shook your head furiously. “Fuck you, this is something I never wanted to deal with. I’m the stoner out of the two of us not him, he’s never fucking done weed before and you two bright sparks let him near Sero for an entire fucking night!” You growled as you narrowed your eyes dangerously and glared over at them in frustration.

Midoriya kept his head bowed as Bakugou sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair quickly, turning to bow his head to you as well. “Fuck… sorry, we should have realised that you had your reasons for what you do.” Bakugou admitted as he understood where you were coming from now.

“A little heads up would have been great; I could have tagged along with you all and made sure this sort of fucking thing didn’t happen.” You further explained before letting out a long breath as you rubbed at your temples roughly. “Where is he now?” You asked as you looked over to Midoriya, resigning yourself to the fact it would be up to you to get your boyfriend back home alive; maybe.

You watched as Midoriya lifted his head and turned on his toes, pointing off towards where some of the larger trees in the park were. “I followed him over there and he’s climbed up a taller tree than the first one he did. I swear he’s nimble like a cat when he wants to be.” Midoriya muttered as his eyebrows knit together in concern.

You have no idea how nimble that bitch is. “Says the fucker who jumps around the place like a god damn fucking bunny!” You shot back before looking off in the direction you had been pointed in. “How bad is he this time?” You asked curiously as you turned to look at both the worried men standing behind you.

“Pretty bad actually, I’d say he’s pretty much fucked this time.” Bakugou scoffed as he covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, he knew that laughing right now would probably lead to his own death by your hands.

“Oh, fuck off both of you! I’ll sort this sorry arse bullshit out that you’ve caused, you two get out of here before I decide to kick your fucking arses.” You growled as you shot them both daggers and clenched your hands into fists angrily.

Both men nodded obediently before taking their leave of your and sprinting off across the street, no doubt they would be heading back to Sero’s and continuing whatever it was they were up to for the night. You sighed heavily as you stood there by yourself, throwing your head back and staring up at the dark sky as it glared back down at you. There were a million thoughts running through your mind in that moment, most of them being strategies you could use to capture one escaped boyfriend. You knew how to handle Shouto when he was drunk, it had been a learning curb at first but this was a completely different barrel of fish. Shouto had never been stoned as far as you were aware and you had no idea how to deal with him, it was going to be learning his antics all over again.

You knew the obvious option of seducing him by using your body as the bait wasn’t going to work, that option would have to go in the trash this time around, meaning you would have to find something else to get him to cooperate. There was one option that you could try should you absolutely have to but it was kind of the last resort option that you had come up with via Shouto’s suggestion. A single phone call would be all it would take but you didn’t want to make the call, you knew what it would entail if you did. You groaned as you slapped your hands to your cheeks, there had to be something you could do to get your boyfriend out of a fucking tree.

You blinked as bright green flashing neon lights from a late-night convenience store caught your attention, the flashing signs giving you a great idea. You smirked as you sprinted across the street, thankful for the lack of traffic as you entered the store. It took you a while to locate what it was that you had been searching for but once you had it you made quick to pay for it and get out of that store. You were hoping that your sudden plan was going to be enough, that this strategy would work and just maybe stoned Shouto would be as childish as drunk Shouto.

You strode through the park quickly, your secret weapon tucked up under your jacket as you looked up into the trees. You’d know when you saw him, it was extremely hard after all to miss someone who had heterochromia affected their hair. You weren’t sure whether to be pleased or annoyed when you were alerted to your boyfriend’s positioning by the sound of the incessant meowing that was coming from overhead. You felt the urge to strangle your boyfriend when you saw him perched up in the tree, his back against the main trunk of the tree as he meowed up at the sky. May some form of demon give you the strength not to murder those fuckers for taking him to Sero’s house tonight!

“Ah, babe… what might you be doing up there?” You called up to him as you stopped just under the tree he was in, watching as he slowly peered down at you and blinked lazily. You could tell just from that one movement; he was going to be hard to handle and possibly cause some trouble for you.

“Cat.” His voice was soft as he spoke to you, his speech slow and his eyes seemed to be unfocused. This was going to take a while and you were starting to doubt whether your plan would actually work on him when he was like this.

“Cat… I can hear that but why are you up a tree?” You pressed as you moved to stand under the branch he was on, looking for any signs that he might fall from it.

“I feel safer up here, cats can get hurt when they’re down on the ground.” Shouto reasoned as he started to sway from side to side and reached a hand up above his head to play with the singular leaf that was hanging from the bow above. The tree was extremely bare, having already dropped its leaves for the year and here your boyfriend was playing with one of the last ones hanging on.

“True, but they can also fall out of trees.” Or get shot out of them… You clenched your jaw as you refrained from speaking your mind with your otherwise useless boyfriend right now.

“How dare… what a slanderous statement, we do not fall from trees. We exit them gracefully.” Shouto shot back at you as though offended by your previous statement. You stared up at him in disbelief as he sat there, ready to defend the pride of a creature you had otherwise never seen him interact with. “Cats land on their feet, as I will do because I am a cat; I have nine lives!”

You deadpanned as you stared up at him, stepping out from under the branch as you shook your head in disbelief. Exit gracefully? You really didn’t understand his train of thought but whatever it was, there were some real interesting concepts coming from it. You could tell now that he was dead serious about thinking he was a cat and that was problematic for you, especially if he decided to demonstrate his theory.

“Get down from there!” You yelled up at him, your patience finally having run out and despite how cute his reasoning might have been; you were fucking tired!

“No way!” He whined down at you and your heart might have done a slight stutter from how cute the expression on his face had been but in no way were you going to let him get away with any of his behaviour.

“I’m going to call the police!” You stated calmly as you took your phone out of your pocket and waved it up at him, emphasising on your threat. “Get down here right now or I’m going to call the fucking cops on your arse!” You further threatened as you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Go ahead.” Shouto said as a breathtaking smirk slit across his face and he looked down at you as though he were attempting to challenge you. “I’ll fight them!” He declared proudly.

Fuck, you weren’t exactly afraid of calling the cops on him but you knew that doing so would cause problems for the two of you and considering Shouto wasn’t exactly fond of one of the officers, you knew he was being serious about fighting them. You had no other choice but to attempt using your original plan and hope that it would be more than enough, pray that just maybe he would be stupid enough to fall for it.

“I have cookies…” You cooed up at him as you pulled out the silver packet of chocolate chip cookies from under your jacket, making sure to crinkle the packaging and watching as your boyfriend’s eyes landed on the packet in your hand.

There was nothing but silence between the two of you as you stood there staring up at him and he sat there perched on a precarious branch as he stared down at a cheap packet of cookies. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him anxiously, hoping that he would extract himself from the tree in a safe manner and not run off the moment his feet touched the ground. Your heart seized momentarily before spiking to an all time high as though you were running a marathon, watching as Shouto stood up on the branch, gripping the one above as he watched you closely. His body was swaying as he held onto the branch, his feet dangerously perched on the branch as he bent his knees and you instantly knew what he was going to do.

“BABE NO!” You yelled before rushing forwards, your eyes never leaving him as you moved to be closer to him.

You watched your boyfriend as he leaned back against the branch he had grabbed, his eyes focused solely on you as he smirked wickedly before quickly throwing himself forwards and down out of the tree. Now, your boyfriend was graceful at the best of times but this was definitely one of those times where all of his grace was out of the window. You threw your arms open as he fell down towards you, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he aimed straight for you. You grunted loudly, the force of the impact enough to knock the wind out of you and send you backwards. Your back slammed against the ground as your arms wrapped around your boyfriend, one going around his back while the other pulled his head into your shoulder and shielded him from the impact.

“Told you I’d be fine…” Shouto mumbled as he nuzzled your neck before rolling off of you and springing to his feet, staggering as he tried to gain his balance.

“Yeah, sure…” You grumbled as you got up from the ground, brushing yourself off before looking over at your boyfriend and holding out the bag of cookies. “You want these or not?”

Shouto snapped his head around instantly to look at you, his eyes falling down to the cookies and you could see that they were the only thing he really wanted right now. You smirked as you watched him like a hawk, your eyes never leaving him as he inched towards you gradually and he outstretched his hand for the bag of edibles. You waited until he was close enough to the bag before deciding to pull it in closer to your body, luring our boyfriend in closer so that you could get a grip on him. You weren’t stupid, you knew that this entire ordeal wouldn’t be over until you had a secure grip on your boyfriend and could get him the fuck out of this damn park.

Long pale fingers wrapped around the plastic of the cookies, crinkling the package at the same time your hand wrapped around his bicep and pulled him in against your side. “I totally would have fought them.” Shouto declared as he fumbled over opening the packet of cookies, spilling half of them on the ground as he managed to tear the packaging open.

“I know you would.” You muttered in defeat as you pulled him along beside you, your hand tightening around his bicep as you dragged him towards the car. “I damn well know you would.”

“These cookies taste like fucking arse.” Shouto spoke up, his distaste of the cookies extremely evident in the undertones of his sentence.

“Funny, could have sworn you liked the taste of arse.” You shot back as you looked at him, smirking when he turned his head to look over at you with wide eyes.

“Only your arse (Name), but these cookies are nasty. Where the hell did you get them?” He questioned as he poked around in the packet of cookies, throwing a couple of them to the ground as he stumbled along with you.

“Hey, I worked with what I had alright?” You frowned as you shot back at him in defence, jabbing a finger against his chest roughly. “I wasn’t exactly about to go out of my way and buy you the best fucking cookies in town when you are the reason, I’m not asleep right now!” You warned him as you shot daggers at your boyfriend. “What were you thinking Shouto? Going to Sero’s without telling me, you know he smokes weed and you also know that you’ve never been stoned before; I’m the one who had to take care of you.”

Shouto hummed as he walked with you, his attention only partly on what it was you had been saying to him. The sight of the flashing neon lights across the street had pulled his focus away from you and he was now thinking about other things. “Hey… let’s go get some real food to eat.” He mumbled as he pulled on your arm roughly, throwing his other arm out towards the convenience store as he looked at you pleadingly.

You frowned as you looked over at the small store from where you had bought his cookies and then looked back to your boyfriend. “Do tell, what food do you think you’re going to get from there that we don’t already have at home?” You pointed out as you motioned towards the convenience store in a dismissive manner.

“Anything in there could be better than those arse cookies.” He shot back as he looked down at you with wide eyes and it was then you realised, he had discarded the packet at some stage and you would have to retrieve it soon.

You threw your hands up in defeat as you turned to face your boyfriend. “Excuse me, but where the fuck, do you think I bought the god damn arse cookies as you call them? I sure as hell didn’t bring them with me from home, it was that lovely little shop that supplied them for you!”

You watched Shouto as a wicked grin spread across his face and it was in that instance you knew; you had already fucked up with this plan. You flicked your eyes down to his arm quickly before peeking up at your hands where they now hung limp above your head. You shot your eyes back down to Shouto instantly but it was already too late, he was sprinting back off across the park and you were left standing there by yourself. Panic settled in the pit of your stomach as you watched your boyfriend run away, his strides much longer than your own and you knew it was time to use the last resort.

“Fuck…” You cursed before taking off across the park, following in your boyfriend’s steps. “Shouto Todoroki, you get back here right now!” You yelled as you ran after him, attempting to match his stride and knowing it would be useless.

“Fuck no, I’m free! There’s no containing all this!” He called back to you as he laughed boisterously and looked over his shoulder at you.

You bit your bottom lip as you held back your laughter and pulled out your phone from your pocket.  You scrolled through the contacts in the phone, your thumb hesitating over one in particular before you begrudgingly decided to ring it. You lifted the phone to your ear as you chased Shouto, your eyes never leaving his fleeing form as you listened to the dial tone. You listened as it rang, once, twice and on the third ring there was a deafening growl as it was answered.

“What? You better have a damn good reason for ringing me while I’m on duty!”

You ground your teeth together roughly out of annoyance as the agitated voice sounded through the phone and you clenched your fist. “Fuck you too… Look I need help with your son! So, you can either be a dick to me on the phone or you can come to the address I’m about to send you and help with your goddamn son!” You growled back through the phone as you kept chasing Shouto.

“Thought you were more than capable of looking after him and didn’t need me to interfere in your lives.” Enji shot back snidely as he snorted on the other end of the phone.

You stopped running as you saw Shouto dive into the fountain in the middle of the park, his entire body disappearing under the water as you stood there stunned. “You know, I can understand now why your kid doesn’t much like you. You really are an arrogant cunt, aren’t you?” You muttered as you walked over to the fountain slowly, careful so as not to startle your boyfriend and cause him to flee on you again.

“Why you little…”

“Go ahead, call me whatever you want but at least your son loves me. Can you say the same?” You interrupted, cutting him off before hanging up the phone and texting the address through to Enji; stuffing the phone into your pocket dismissively.

“Babe, come bathe with me!” Shouto called as he sat in the fountain, lifting his shirt up above his head as he watched you closely and remained ever oblivious to what you’d just done.

“Shouto! We are not at home!” You growled as you stopped next to the fountain, scooping his shirt out of the water and wringing it out before tucking it into one of your lower pants pockets. You sighed as you looked down at him before sitting down on the edge of the fountain, making sure to avoid the places he had splashed water. “You do realise that I could just leave here right now and head back to bed without you.”

Shouto blinked hazily as he tilted his head towards you, a lopsided smirk spreading over his face as he watched you intently. “But would you?” He quipped as he moved across the fountain and poked at your nose. “Could you actually bring yourself to leave me here?” Shouto chuckled as he moved, surging up out of the fountain and pressing his forehead against yours, his fingers lacing into your short hair at the back of your head as he looked into your eyes knowingly.

You rolled your eyes as you pressed your hand against his bare chest, moving your other hand to cup his face as you looked away from him. “No, my conscience wouldn’t allow me to walk away and leave you here now. However, in future if this happens, I’m not picking you up.” You warned as you flicked his nose and pulled back away from him slowly.

Shouto laughed as he sat back against the edge of the fountain, his head leaning back over the side as he stared up at you. “Have you ever stopped to wonder what our lives would be like if the two of us had never met?”

You blinked in surprise as you looked down into his eyes, a frown pulling at your eyebrows as you thought about what he had said. “What? Where did that come from all of a sudden?” You questioned as you moved a hand to run your fingers through his sopping wet hair.

“Fuck knows.” Shouto answered as he shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the night sky. “But, could you imagine it? We would never have all those drunken conversations or the extraordinary sex like we do. There would be no late night runs to get food and there definitely wouldn’t be this right now.” He muttered as he bobbed his head from side to side.

“You mean me picking your arse up after Sero decided to get you stoned? Yeah, definitely wouldn’t have been any of that.” You muttered sarcastically as you shook your head and rubbed at your temple. “Shouto, what are you getting at?”

Shouto moved, kneeling next to you in the fountain as he grabbed at your face and cupped it in his hands. “I mean this, the feelings we have for each other! This wouldn’t exist and we wouldn’t know each other.” He stated solemnly before sinking back down into the water and going back to staring at the sky. “You and me, we wouldn’t be a thing, could you imagine that?”

You sat there staring at Shouto as you mulled over the meaning behind his words. Sure, it was pretty confusing considering the subject had come about from the ramblings inside his brain and the influence of the weed. You couldn’t help but wonder to yourself whether that was all, had this been something that had been bothering him for a while or was it just a spur of the moment rambling of his. Honestly, if you had to answer his question in that moment it’d be with a resounding no! You couldn’t even bring yourself to imagine your life without Shouto in it now, not after all the moments the two of you had shared together over the years and all the hardships you had faced together. You’d been one another’s rocks and honestly you didn’t want to imagine where either of you would be without the other right now.

“Hey, Sho… Where did this all come from?” You whispered as you leaned down over him, looking into his eyes as you tilted your head in question. “Has this been something that has been on your mind for a while now?”

Shouto hummed in response as he moved his hand up to trace at your jawline, his fingers trailing over your skin until he shifted them to your lips. “It’s weird, I can’t seem to imagine a life without you in it. What would I have become if I didn’t meet you?” He rambled as he subconsciously traced the outline of your lips. “Probably end up spending most of my time with Sero or Bakugou… gosh that would cause so much trouble.”

“Would cause?” You asked incredulously as you tapped your finger against his nose. “Sho, you already cause a lot of trouble whenever you get near Bakugou. It’s almost as if the two of you are like polar opposites of one another and yet, you actually manage to get shit down when you pull your heads in together.”

“Mmmm, he’s still worse than me though.” Shouto smirked as he looked up into your eyes, his own glassy as he tried to focus on your face and you shook your head. “Didn’t say anything about Sero though.”

“Shouto…” You warned before motioning to his current positioning where he was sitting in the fountain. “Need I say much more?”

You watched as Shouto opened his mouth to say something to you but snapped it shut just as quickly. A violent shudder went down your spine as darkness fell over Shouto’s features and he sat up straight, his eyes no longer focused on your or the sky but instead somewhere back behind you. You took a deep breath as you inched a look over your shoulder, tensing immensely when you say what I was that had managed to catch your boyfriend’s attention and cause his mood to sour. There was Enji, making his way across the park as he beelined the two of you and of course he was dressed in his Police Uniform. You sighed heavily as you looked back to Shouto, hoping that just this once he might not be in the mood to actually fight his father.

“What the hell are the two of you doing?” Enji growled as he came to a stop behind you both.

“That was quick…” You muttered as you looked back at him.

“I was in the area, now answer my damn question.”

“I’m attempting to get your son to come home with me.” You answered honestly as you moved your hand to Shouto’s shoulder, squeezing firmly as you attempted to snap him out of whatever he was thinking.

“You… You’re a really bad influence for him. I really shouldn’t let him head home with you; he’d be much better off coming back with me.”

You stiffened as you listened to what it was Enji shot back at you, no attempt to hide the venom in his voice as he offered his opinion of you. You were already well aware of the fact Enji didn’t approve of your relationship with Shouto but you had his mother’s blessing and to you that was all that mattered. You looked to Shouto as he stood up in the fountain, water dripping down off his chin as he lifted his head to look his father dead in the eyes.

“Fuck you! You don’t get the right to decide who I go home with,” Shouto shot back as he stumbled in the fountain, moving to stand right behind you as he gripped your shoulder quickly to support himself. “He can take me home and I’ll stay with him but I’d rather jail than head home with you!”

“You little… get out of that damn fountain right now!” Enji growled as he pointed his finger towards his son threateningly and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“Or what? You going to get in here and arrest me?” Oh god, just from the tone of your boyfriend’s voice you could tell that he was more than ready to throw down with his father for this one.

“Just get out of that damn fountain Shouto, you need to come home!” He tried to reason with his son as he offered a hand for him to take.

“No!” Shouto growled as he slapped the hand away and gripped onto your shoulder tighter, his other hand moving to tangle into your hair. “Fuck you! You can’t tell me what to you, you’re not my dad!”

Your eyes popped wide as you shot your eyes up to your boyfriend, his eyes cast straight ahead as he kept them locked with his father’s face. There was no hint of him backing down as he stood his ground, his posture one of stone as he kept face with his father. You couldn’t help but to smile, sure the words he’d said had taken you by surprise but you were still proud of him for standing up for himself.

“(Name)!” You snapped out of your thoughts and dropped your head down, looking straight at Enji as he called your name. “He’s all yours now but I will never approve of you!” He spat before turning on his heel and walking off back across the park.

“Oh no… how… good.” You murmured as you watched Enji’s retreating form before turning to look back at your boyfriend. “Are you ready to come home now?”

“You called him?” Shouto’s voice was strained as he spoke to you, his eyes cast away from yours as he waited for your response.

You hummed softly in reply to his question, reaching up to remove his fingers from your hair. “I had no choice really, it’s not like you were really cooperating with me.” You admitted as you shrugged your shoulders and stood up to your full height.

“I’m sorry….” Shouto whispered before stepping out of the fountain and pulling you in against his body for a hug, his head dipping down to press against your shoulder. “You should never have to call that number.”

You snickered as you patted Shouto’s back and nipped at his ear teasingly. “I’m aware of that… you owe me one now Shouto, now let’s get you back home.” You finished as you pulled away from him, dismissing the subject completely as you took his hand in your own and pulled him along after you.

Shouto complied with your request this time, moving along with you as he flicked his eyes down to where your hands were joined and interlaced his fingers with yours properly. “I’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, I promise (Name).”

[fromcrossroadstoking]

Notes

Did I turn the cheesy Luzroe pickup line posts I wrote into a little fic? Yes, I did!

Did anyone on earth ask for this? Nope! But I did it anyway!

Tags: @gottapenny @itisjustmethistime @indigosandviolets 

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He found the first note tucked between the pages of his medic training manual.

Heard you're Cajun. Does that mean you're spicy? You know, in the bedroom?

The words were accompanied with a poorly drawn smiley face that seemed to be winking.

Roe stared at the note in disbelief before hurriedly tucking it back in to his manual while looking around to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, he had found a fairly secluded spot behind the barracks to study.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to his manual. He needed to focus on studying or the cadre in charge of his medic training were going to skin him alive. Unfortunately, as hard as he tried, he couldn't stop a small part of his brain from puzzling out who on earth would have put the note there.

~

The next note he found was in his boot, of all places.

Are you tired? Because you've been Roe-ing through my dreams all night. (get it? like the sport, rowing, but your name!)

Roe wasn't sure what the hell rowing was but he was sure that whoever was leaving the notes needed to work on their pickup lines.

~

Note number three was tucked under his pillow.

Medic! I need a heart on the double! Mine was just stolen.

There were approximately one thousand little hearts drawn around the words.

~

Roe was almost positive he knew who it was. After all, it wasn't like there were a lot of men in Easy Company with an incredibly cheesy sense of humor. And there was only one who he had caught staring at him twice now. And who had winked when he was caught.

~

The fourth note was slipped in to his pocket, somehow without him noticing.

Hey doc! I think I just broke my leg! Falling for you!

Roe couldn't help the small smile on his face as he rolled his eyes.

~

Roe decided it was high time that he left a note himself. Deciding on what it would say was another matter entirely and he didn't have long before the others returned to the barracks.

He must have erased and rewritten the note a dozen times before giving up, scribbling 'you're cute', and shoving it under the other man`s pillow.

~

"You know the level of creativity in that note was just... stunning."

Roe jumped a little at the unexpected voice as he looked up from his manual to see a smiling George Luz looking down at him.

"Mind if I..?" Luz gestured to the spot of grass next to Roe.

"'Course not."

Luz plopped himself down next to Roe, "Nice spot you got here."

"Mmm. Nice and quiet for studying."

Luz pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Roe, who gladly accepted.

"You know, I could help with that. Studying, I mean."

Roe raised an eyebrow, suspicious as to what kind of "studying" Luz meant. Luz let out a laugh at the look on Roe`s face.

"Don`t worry! I just mean regular old studying. Unless at some point you decide you want to do something other than hit the books." Luz winked and took a drag from his cigarette.

~

It turns out, Luz really meant what he said. He showed up everyday, no matter how exhausted he was from Sobel`s nightmarish training, to help Roe study combat medicine. He quizzed Roe until Roe could recite the entire manual forwards and backwards. It took a little longer than expected because, well, sometimes Roe did want to do something other than study. Something much more fun.

Turns out Luz was better at kissing than pickup lines.

~

The notes kept coming. Luz continued slipping them to Roe, hiding them in his things. 

Roe asked him once on a cold day in Hagenau, why he kept up with ridiculous pickup lines, when they were already very much together. Luz`s laugh rang through the half ruined house.

"'Cause you make the cutest face when you find them."

~

As they were packing up to finally go back to the States, Roe found a note tucked on the inside of his cap.

Are you a GENE-ie in a bottle? Because with you all of my wishes come true.

Roe shook his head and tried to hide his smile with his hand. Looking up, he caught Luz`s eye. Luz smiled and winked before he turned back to his own packing.

Roe tucked the note in to his medic bag for safe keeping. Right next to every other note Luz had ever written him.

~

There was a chill in the early morning air as Roe made his way to the kitchen to get the coffee started. As he opened the coffee can, he found a small piece of folded up paper resting on top of the coffee grounds.

Roe smiled and plucked out the note. Luz had never stopped with the notes, even though they had lived together for two years now. Roe still found notes every week, hidden everywhere.

Roe unfolded this week`s note and his heart stopped.

Marry me?

Roe`s face broke into a smile and he immediately forgot all about the coffee he had been about to make as he made his way back to the bedroom. He had a fiance to wake up.

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Blizzard! Broken Thermostat! Only One Bed!

A winter Good Omens story

[A/N: I’ve had this one under my hat for a few weeks, waiting for Snowed-In season to arrive. Well, it turned cold the last few days, it might snow early next week, and my furnace won’t light so you get it now. Enjoy!]

“I don’t think you fully appreciate how lucky we are,” Crowley growled, sauntering down the hallway. The hotel key – a physical key, the building was a big, drafty Victorian manor – dangling from one hand, the other hand shoved as far as he could get it into the pocket of his jeans. “This blizzard came out of nowhere.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale paused to look out the window, watching white flakes drift down into the well-lit parking lot. “Any snowfall the first week of November is quite unexpected, even this far north.”

“Not a snowfall, Angel. A blizzard. I wouldn’t have stopped if these weren’t dangerous driving conditions.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Aziraphale waved one hand in the direction of the roads outside. “Why if it continues to, ah, blizzard at this rate, we could be looking at three, possibly even four inches by morning. Far more dangerous than driving the Bentley through a wall of fire, I’m sure.”

“Perhaps not that dangerous,” Crowley conceded. “But the Bentley’s been through enough this year. I won’t take any chances. We stay the night here, and if the roads are cleared in the morning –” Aziraphale’s throat clearing sounded suspiciously like a laugh – “fine, when the roads are cleared, we can drive the rest of the way back to London.”

“When you put it like that,” Aziraphale turned away from the window, quickly catching up to Crowley, “we were incredibly lucky to find a fine luxury hotel only one minute up the road.”

“And with one room left,” Crowley smirked as they arrived at the door marked 404.

“Sold out on a Thursday, no less.” Even behind dark lenses, Crowley couldn’t even attempt to meet the angel’s eyes. “Many things about this situation are immensely improbable.”

“Yes. Well.” Crowley bent over the lock, hiding his suddenly warm face. “As I said. Lucky.” The door unlatched and he quickly stepped through into the dark room. “And would you look at that – oh.” He fumbled at the wall until he found the light switch. “Would you look at that!”

“I can’t, dear, you’re blocking the door.”

Crowley shuffled to the side, trying to keep up the momentum. “There’s – look – there’s only one bed!”

“Mmm.” Aziraphale walked past, unconcerned, to where two plush chairs flanked a small table. Behind them enormous bay windows extended across the entire wall. “Oh, the view is quite lovely. There’s a duck pond! Pity about the ice.”

“Er, oh, is there?” Crowley crossed the room to take in the scenery, keeping the table between them. A line of lampposts across the grounds lit a brick path that circled the pond, nestled among gentle hills. The snow and mist made little halos around each light. Rectangular shadows hinted at hedges – the gardens were probably impressive in the spring.

“This room comes with breakfast, correct? Did you see a menu? I expect they do room service; I would much prefer to eat here than in the dining room we passed.”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley interjected, hoping to get the conversation back on track. “I think you’re ignoring a bigger question.”

“Hmm?” The angel turned away, crossing to study the widescreen TV in the corner with mild distaste.

“The bed, Angel.” Crowley pointed at the room’s central item. King-sized mattress, mounds of fluffy pillows, thick duvet folded back enough to show Egyptian cotton sheets with obscenely high thread counts. “There’s, well, one bed.”

“Yes, I can count.” Aziraphale gave a flat, piercing look that made Crowley squirm where he stood. “I would think that since only one of us sleeps, that is in fact the optimal number of beds.”

“Ah.” Golden eyes hidden by black lenses glanced around the room. “So, you’re just planning…”

“To sit here, enjoy the view, and read a book.” Aziraphale produced one from the pocket of his jacket. “I always carry something to entertain myself in emergencies.”

In a long quiet moment, they both continued to inspect the room. Aziraphale gave a happy hum when he found the kettle and a selection of black and herbal teas. Crowley, meanwhile, was busy with a tamper-proof electronic box on the wall.

“Oh, no!” He finally announced with all the drama picked up from centuries of theatergoing. “The thermostat! It’s broken!”

“Oh, dear.” Aziraphale walked over to look. “Well, I’m sure I can fix it.” He raised his right hand to snap his fingers.

“What? No!” Crowley pushed the hand back down, then realized what he was doing and shoved his own back in his pocket. “You shouldn’t fix it, because, er, the, ah,” he waved his free hand helplessly, wishing an excuse, a word, even a coherent sound, would emerge. Aziraphale, the bastard, just watched him with impassive blue eyes. “The humans might notice. If you fix it wrong.”

The angel waited, as if expecting more. “Well. Can’t have that, I suppose. Should we call down and see if it can be fixed?”

“No. It’s…late. And not that cold. It’s only stuck at, er, 13 degrees. We’ll be fine. Just, you know, chilly.”

“You know, Crowley, I have a wonderful idea.” He finally met Aziraphale’s gaze, and the angel broke into a brilliant smile. “What do you say to some tea? They have provided quite the selection. Chamomile. Rose hip. Orange blossom. Do you have a preference?”

Crowley shrugged, giving letting out a contemplative “hmm,” that turned into an exasperated groan as Aziraphale bustled off to fill the kettle in the bathroom.

“Oh, my dear, the bathtub is simply enormous. Perhaps I should take a soak while you sleep, it would be most refreshing.”

Crowley slammed the back of his head against the wall twice. “That sounds…nice?” He stood up straight and crossed his arms as the angel returned. “You know. Tea isn’t going to help me much. Since I’ll be sleeping. And unable to drink.”

“There are extra blankets in the closet. You know how to put them on the bed, don’t you?”

“Uuunh.” Crowley turned to the closet, bracing both hands on the closed door. There was one thing he hadn’t tried yet, but he didn’t like to use it. “Aziraphale. You know. I’m a snake. Snakes are cold-blooded. If I’m not warm enough when I sleep…I could die.” Every word of it was technically true.

“Crowley. Look at me.” The voice was colder than the air outside. The demon turned to find blue eyes glaring at him without amusement. “This has gone far enough. You will not die from being chilly. I know perfectly well you are not cold-blooded. And you said not two minutes ago this temperature is only a little uncomfortable for you.” Hands clasped behind his back, he took a step closer. “Now. Are you going to keep playing around or are you going to say what’s on your mind?”

“Ngk.” Crowley shuffled his feet, glancing at every inch of space in the room except exactly where Aziraphale stood. “Angel. Aziraphale. Could you…” Removing the glasses, he tried to meet his angel’s eyes. “Would you share the bed with me? Just to keep me company. Til I fall asleep.” His voice got faster and softer as he talked. “Cause I like it. When you’re close to me.”

“My dear, darling Crowley.” Aziraphale walked the last few steps to close the distance between them, placing one hand on the demon’s chin, pressing warm lips to his cheek. “Of course. All you ever had to do was ask.”

--

The bed really was extremely comfortable. Aziraphale leaned back against the headboard, propped up by several of the softest pillows he had ever felt, sighing happily.

Crowley had ignored the pillows entirely, choosing to rest his head against the angel’s heart, body pressed close, legs in a tangle under the duvet. Aziraphale could hardly see how such an angle could be comfortable but Crowley was fast asleep, a soft smile released across his face that would never have been allowed were he awake.

It was only then, left hand slowly combing through red hair, that Aziraphale realized the thermostat was still broken. He could fix it with a snap of his fingers but, well, they were all entwined with Crowley’s across his stomach, and what if moving like that woke him? That would be too great a tragedy.

Outside the window, wasn’t the snow falling just a little thicker? Could be a blizzard after all.

He shifted his arm gently, pulling Crowley closer, feeling the heat of him pressed into the curve of his side. Watching the smile stretch a little farther across that narrow face.

Yes, he should stay a bit longer. After all, they wouldn’t want to get cold.

[This story isn’t on my AO3 page, but you can find my other Good Omens fics there! Please reblog if you enjoyed!]

[imhereforbvcky]

Team Re-Building - Part 1

Summary: (Sam Wilson x reader, FalconCap humor/fluff) After the events of EndGame, the remaining Avengers head out on a mandatory team building exercise at your cattle ranch. The week turns out as unexpected for you as the idea was for them.

Prompt/Request: “Is that a horse?! Do I look like a cowboy to you?” For mine and @justsomebucky’s Cap² Challenge. I separated the prompt a little for flow, but I think I kept the spirit of it.

Warnings: None. Probably swearing. I’ve got a mouth and I can’t control it.

Word Count: 2061

A/N: This is just a little 2 part series. Part 2 is totally done. I’m planning to queue it to post in just 2 days! yay! 2 in 2 days, that’s easy to remember.

“Are you sure this is it?” Bucky muttered. His eyes followed the wrought iron banner propped between two enormous raw logs rising to form the arched entry. Dead center, the flying K brand stood dark and resolute against the bright afternoon sun.

“No,” Rhodes grumbled, “I haven’t seen a road sign for at least fifteen miles. Just dirt and tumbleweeds.”

The group held a collective breath when the modified jeep rattled over the cattle grate beneath the arch. The all-terrain vehicle had been waiting for them at the tiny regional airport when they’d landed. Now it made sense. The road went from grated dirt to a rugged two-wheel cut path over hill and stone.

Sam tried to convince himself it was all part of the experience, but frankly, the kinds of experiences he preferred usually involved a cold beer on his patio or a jog along a beach. The mountains were, admittedly, something to see. Jagged stone fingers clawed out of the hills, reaching unknowable heights into the unending blue sky. The photos on the brochure hadn’t done it justice.

Still, he just wished he wasn’t seeing them with clenched teeth and fists tight around the roll bar of the jeep as it hauled them all further and further from civilization.

“Why are we doing this, again, Sam?” Wanda asked, her arm darting out to his shoulder to brace against the jostling.

“Team building?”

“And there’s no ‘team building’ in New York?” Bucky complained, leaning past Wanda to glare at Sam.

“Couldn’t we have done a trust fall or something?” Rhodes agreed with a smirk on his lips at his own joke.

“How long’re you gonna hold that over my head?” Sam complained.

“'Til that face you make stops being funny.”

“Well, that’s exactly why we’re here.”

“I still don’t see why we had to be here,” Bucky insisted.

“Look, if any of you have figured out how to skip out on Maria Hill’s orders, you let me know the magic words and I’ll get us out of shit like this next time.”

Before too much longer the little caravan had made its way over the foothills and pulled up to a large cabin. It looked old, like the stones had been there as long as the mountains themselves, but the logs were freshly sealed and the chairs on the sprawling porch looked deep and inviting with soft leather cushions and bright red pillows.

“Hi there!” The voice that greeted them sounded like it was made there in those hills. It rolled gently and warmed like the sun on the breeze. “Welcome to Kestrel Point.”

“Thanks for accommodating our crew,” Sam stepped forward, offering his hand. “Sam Wilson.”

A laugh tumbled out. “I think we know who you are. All of you.” Your smiling eyes darted to the group behind him, still righting themselves after climbing down out of the jeep.

Sam wasn’t quite used to that yet. Sure, he’d been an Avenger for years now, had worn the armor of a hero. But after the Decimation… after the fight in upstate New York… after he picked up that shield�� Being known had a different weight to it; sat just a little heavier on his shoulders.

“Right,” he shook his head and glanced back at what was left of the team, at those who’d survived, who hadn’t been left too worn to continue the fight. It was his team to lead now, his to rebuild and hold together.

You watched the struggle dance across his features and saw it echo in the furtive glances among the others. But you didn’t remark on it, nor did you hesitate. It was your job to help them find their rhythm and rebuild their strength, not to dwell on the present cracks in the armor.

Offering the same wide smile, you introduced yourself and a few of your staff before clapping your hands together, brows leaping with excitement. “Well let’s get started! My guys will take your bags to your rooms, and if y’all will follow me, we’ll get you matched up and get you started.”

When you turned toward the barn, nodding for them to follow, there was no argument. At least not that you saw. Mainly because you didn’t wait for one. That didn’t mean there weren’t protests. There was a flurry of wide-eyed glances exchanged from everyone but Clint.

For once, Clint felt right at home. He’d made a beeline for the stables and perched up on the split-rail fence with all the ease of familiarity. They might be thick western saddles here instead of the sleek black tack of his memory but the sound of twisting leather and long swooshing tails took him right back. With a distinct brand of nostalgia, he recalled rows of agile white Lipizzans, practically glowing under the circus tent lights. Visions of children gawking at larger-than-life Percherons filled his head and a slow grin eased over his face.

While your ranch hands tied the last of the horses in a row before him along the fence, ready and waiting, you lead the rest group inside. They weren’t quite ready.

“Is that a horse?!” Sam balked as he approached. It suddenly all clicked for him what Hill had been planning and he was not a fan. He liked the smirk on Barton’s face even less as watching him stroke a hand down the nose of a particularly antsy Quarter Horse. “No. I think there’s been a fundamental misunderstanding on our end.”

You laughed as he backed away. “Miss Hill warned us this was not the most uh… experienced group,” you tucked your worn leather utility gloves in your back pocket and gently slipped your fingers around his bicep, easing him forward. “You have nothing to worry about Mr. Wilson. We’ll take it slow.”

You were meant to be comforting him, but the moment he felt your contact and looked down at you with the softest, deepest umber gaze you’d even laid eyes on and it was your breath that caught in your chest. The words suddenly vanished on your tongue and it was all you could do to mimic the slow pull of his smile at your playful word choice.

“Do I look like a cowboy to you?” he asked, teeth flashing that smile.

You coughed on a laugh and looked at your feet. Boots. That’s right. They needed boots, that’s what you had been doing before. Before Sam Wilson and his damn smile.

“Not yet,” you agreed, shrugging one shoulder. “But we’ll take care of that.”

It took three full days to get everyone sufficiently steady on horseback. By the morning of day four, you’d decided it was sink or swim. The herd had nearly eaten through the winter pasture and before long the creek cutting across the valley would be swollen and racing with snowmelt. If you didn’t drive the cattle up to the newly sprouting summer lands soon, it would be too late.

A little instruction on the trail, couched softly in teasing and laughter might get the team where they needed to be skill-wise. If not, your own team flanked the Avengers, just in case. They might fight aliens and save half the galaxy, but they had never chased a scared new calf down a ravine.

Well, maybe Clint had.

He was, of course, a natural. Animals were his thing. Particularly large gentle ones whose affection could be bought with food. He’d spent his down time near the stables, figuring out what Apollo’s favorite snacks were and had stuffed his pockets with broken carrots.

The others… well they were lucky if they’d encountered a horse at a petting zoo before that week.

Bucky hadn’t seen a whole hell of a lot of cattle in Brooklyn between 1917 and 1943. And after that, war and survival had pretty much been his sole priorities until very recently.

Rhodes had no interest. He was a modern military man with his own Iron Man suit. Let’s face it; he had a better ride and more pressing matters anyway.

Wanda spent most of her life in a concrete cell. You weren’t sure if she had ever even seen a horse in person before climbing out of that jeep on your ranch. But she took to it pretty well. Those with a gentle demeanor usually did. You’d paired her with a sweet old mare that didn’t spook easily. Eventually the slow sureness of the horse seemed to have a calming effect for Wanda. She found herself enjoying her time away from so many people, away from their thoughts and fears. You could imagine her leasing out a ride now and again when she went home.

Bruce was… well half Bruce and half green and far too big to sit a horse. Didn’t stop him watching and teasing, though.

And Sam. Sam was maybe the most fun for you. He was all city, all soldier. Stiff but determined.

“I know you’re not laughing at me!” he hollered as you circled back and eased to a trot beside him. He looked so stiff and uncomfortable; you just couldn’t help but snicker. “Not again.”

“I’m sorry,” you managed, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes, grin so wide it hurt. “Just… You’ve gotta relax.”

“There’s a thousand pound animal between my legs!”

“And you think clenching up is gonna keep him from throwin’ you?” you teased.

It didn’t help. Logic flew out the window when fear came knocking. Sam only glared in your general direction, too anxious to look away for long. But you saw him fighting back a smile.

“Alright, well I think Ranger’s been a smooth ride and it’s high time you return the favor,” you tried again, reaching over and untying the lead you’d left on Sam’s horse.

Sam glanced down at his steel grip on the pommel. “What do you mean?” he asked, eyeing Ranger as if there was some lever that would make this all easier.

“You’re ex-military, right? I assume you had to carry a person at some point in your training?”

“Para-rescue. Carried injured friendlies out all the time. How’s that supposed to help?”

“Was it easier if the payload was stiff as a board or if they moved with you?”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “I see your point.”

“It’s a ride not a beating. Treat it like a lady,” you joked, encouraging him to push again into a trot and offering advice as you continued alongside. “Move with him. ‘ll be easier on your ass and his back. Relax and let your hips roll.”

“Do you talk to all your clients like this, or am I just lucky?” He was smiling now, still looking down at his horse.

You, however, laughed beside him, relishing in his flirtatious nature. His easy smiles and quick wit had captured you early on. It had been a while since you’d enjoyed someone’s company this much. “You’re definitely somethin’.”

“That didn’t sound like a good thing.” He pouted, but with that little shine in his eyes, that extra roundness to his cheeks that betrayed the grin beneath. Like it was just waiting to erupt and brighten his whole face. The longer you spent near him, the greater the pang deep in your gut at the thought of what that full smile might look like. Would it be better than these secret hidden ones? Would it warm you head to toe? Ignite this heat that seemed to spark from something as small as a little grin?

You needed to breathe, get your head back on your shoulders. With a swift squeeze of your knees your horse notched forward.

The more Sam had talked with you, joked, and flirted, the less he had time to worry about his horse. He relaxed, consciously or not, he and his horse settled into a rhythm.

Satisfied with his ability and desperately needing the distance, you led the way out onto the soft green acres that sprawled beneath the rough granite peaks. Fresh spring leaves quivered in the breeze and blankets of snow still dominated most of the mountaintop.

You pushed ahead into a canter, resuming your duties checking in on the other guests – the other Avengers. But not before turning over your shoulder with a grin just for him, just for Captain goddamn America.

“I think I’m the lucky one this time.”

Part 2 >>