#yet impressive?????? kinda dare i say hot??????? but still intimidating?????

[skitskatdacat63]

infodump free pass! tell me all the things!!!

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh tysm 🥹🥹I'm still thinking very deeply about my tags on this post, in reaction to this post about Seb being angry, basically that aspect of Seb, but of course AUified

I think it'd be fun to draw something about how Fernando's perception of Seb changes overtime, the longer he knows him and the more sides to him he sees as time goes on. It'd be something like: cute little kid -> wow suddenly handsome young man -> ANNOYINGLY HANDSOME YOUNG MAN -> boy king who doesn't deserve the throne -> husband(negative) -> okay I somewhat understand him -> he's actually not that bad an emperor???? -> etc etc. That'd be so many drawings though ;;;;;;

Ofc a fic about Seb getting angry, because again I like the idea of Fernando gradually seeing more sides to him, and his perspective widening and changing along with that. Various fics where he sees him display more and more emotions, and he has various thoughts and feelings about it. It's mainly about respect, which is two-sided and complex between them. They both have to regain respect of each other, though moreso Fernando cause he didn't have as much to start with. I think Seb had a lot of respect and admiration for him before, as he admired him from a young age, but it diminished as he got to know him better, particularly his bad side/mean streak. I like this kind of moment of high tension and emotion which breaks their preconceived notions about the other, Fernando about Seb in this case. Watching Seb be confronted with a major issue and have to act in his official capacity as Emperor, and how he reacts to that, Fernando realizing for the first time, oh shit he can be scary, he can be regal, he can get truly angry. Even disregarding his lack of respect towards Seb, it'd be incredibly jarring to see him who's usually jovial and good-natured and whimsical suddenly turn cold and callous. To be able to take him seriously for once without a shred of doubt, and actually feel unnerved by him(Fernando has been reluctantly impressed by Seb before this point, but he's still never really felt rattled truly.)

Maybe it'd be a 5+1 like, 5 times Fernando sees a different side to Seb, and one time Seb sees a different side to Fernando, or something like that LOL, 5 times he gains respect, 5 times Seb surprises him, etc etc

[ptergwen]

I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

-

you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”

[slytherinbangchan]

Tattoo artist!Changbin~au

Requested~

 -Tattoo artist!Hyunjin

-Tattoo artist!Bangchan

Tattoo Artist!Jisung

 -Tattoo Artist Minho

-Tattoo artist!Felix

-Tattoo artist!Woojin

Blog’s masterlist

-So you work at a coffee shop.

-Changbin is one of the three guys that always come at 5pm.

-The others are Chris and Hyunjin.

-You know their names basically cause half of your coworkers and lots of your clients are crazy about them.

-They must be on a band or something.

-At least that's the kind of vibe you get from them.

-They all have tattoos, that's kinda hot cause you absolutely L-O-V-E tattoos, so yeah.

-If you think about them that way, then you get why they have so many fans on that coffee shop.

-Anyways. One of your coworkers just squealed, so that must be them.

-They always order the same, except for Chris. He doesn't seem to enjoy coffee or sugary drinks.

-It's funny cause Changbin obviously likes you.

-He always waits till you're free and then he orders.

-Today you can see his friends pushing him so he would ask you something else besides his order.

-He does, he acts confident while asking you about his looks.

-But he blushes the moment you look at him from head to toe.

-'Well, not bad' You say, chuckling. 'But you're holding the line, sweetie'.

-His friends laughing at the back.

-They pat his shoulders as he comes back to them.

-Sometimes they would sit there.

-But most days they leave as soon as they have their order.

-Like today, they just leave and a lot of other clients leave after them.

-Next day you're heading to your job but you leave an hour earlier cause you want to check a tattoo shop near your workplace.

-You look everywhere around when you go in.

-All the different drawings and styles.

-You don't even notice who's there right in front of you.

-'Hey, hi!' That's Chris.

-'Oh, hello. Chris, right?'

-'Yeah, how did you know my name?'

-'I think I've written it in a cup like 5 times this week' You chuckle.

-'Right' He laughs. 'Anyway, how can I help you?'

-You slightly explain to him your ideas and he walks you to Changbin's workspace.

-He's currently working on another person's tattoo right now.

-'Ten minutes and I'm done'

-So you just wait taking a look at his designs.

-At first you thought Chris sent you to Changbin just to mess around.

-But his style actually fits the ideas you explained to Chris.

-The ten minutes pass and Changbin is all free.

-'I've got 20 minutes. It's that okay?'

-'Sure'

-He's massaging his arms and hands as you speak. Must have been working on that other tattoo for a while. It looked kinda complicated.

-You explain your ideas again, and he listens carefully.

-He looks so different form the guy you're used to see at your workplace.

-You two talk for a while about the design and then his next client arrives.

-You have to head to your own job anyway.

-So he gives you an appointment.

-You look dissapointed tho.

-So he asks you what's wrong and you tell him how bad you wanted that tattoo and how the appointment was still so far away.

-He chuckles and gives you his number. 'Text me later and let's see what we can do about it'.

-So you head to the coffee shop.

-Your heart beating faster.

-You're practically running and you didn't even realize.

-What's wrong with you?

-He looked so different at the tattoo shop.

-So focussed.

-He was so passionate about the ideas for your beloved tattoo.

-That single thought makes you weak.

-How dares he looking that good as he was working on that other tattoo.

-Anyway. It must be just the excitement about new ink on your skin.

-The hours pass at work and soon enough it's 5pm.

-You're just back from your 20min break when the guys come through the door.

-Your heart racing.

-The hell is wrong with you today?

-That guy should be the one having his heart racing because of you.

-You look around.

-But Changbin is not there.

-You feel kinda sad.

-Hyunjin jokes around after he places his order.

-'Poor Changbin, he can't have his coffee today'. He says.

-'Yeah, some mean client wanted to skip our work schedule'.

-What are they talking about?

-'We're just kidding y/n. It's not your fault'. Chris says.

-'I honestly don't know what you're talking about'.

-They laugh. 'It's nothing. Changbin stayed at the shop working on your design'. Hyunjin says.

-Your heart skipping yet another beat.

-'Just call him later okay?' Chris says as he grabs his order.

-Again, you're running home instead of walking without even realizing.

-This time you're so hyped about your tattoo design.

-You text him as soon as you're home.

-He text you back the design.

-And it's so perfect.

-He also tells you that he can tattoo you earlier but it has to be on his free time cause he still has no free spot at work for a month.

-You feel kinda bad for making him work on his free time.

-But he tells you it's totally fine like a million times.

-So you end up accepting.

-He texts you his adress and you meet him next day.

-He looks so good wearing all black.

-You follow him to his room. 'Sorry, I don't have a tattoo chair here so...' He points at his bed.

-'Oh, ok'. You say, then you sit.

-'Just make yourself comfortable'.

-You're blushing for some reason as he prepares your skin for the print.

-'S-so, how long have you been tattooing?' You ask.

-’Not that long, a couple years’.

-Just two years? But he's so good at it.

-You look kinda tense so he starts some convo.

-He asks about your other tattoos.

-Also wants to know more about the one he's making.

-But then the conversation goes to other places.

-And you end up talking about all those years you were part on a musical back on your hometown.

-And he tells you about his friends calling him 'baby Changbin'

-Which you find utterly cute.

-But after a while you just stop talking.

-And boy does he look cute.

-All focussed on making every stroke perfect for you.

-But after a couple more hours those needles on your skin are starting to make you feel dizzy.

-And he notices how hard you're trying not to move or complain.

-'Are you okay? We can stop for a while.' -He asks.

-'I'm okay, just a little dizzy'

-He hands you a bowl with chocolates. 'These will help'

-'Thanks'.

-'Rib tattoos hurt like hell. But you already know that, right?' -He slightly passes one of his fingers over your old tattoos.

-Oh god, now there's butterflies on your stomach too?

-You grab his hand so he'd stop. 'yeah, I'm okay, really. I just can't control my body getting dizzy. But I can actually stand the pain'.

-He laughs. 'Tough girl, huh?'

-You blush. 'W-what?

-It's okay, it's kinda cute you're worried I may think you're not as tough as you look.

-'I'm not?' you laugh. 'Hey, you're the one stalking me at work. I don't think I have to impress anybody here'.

-'Ouch' He chuckles. 'Am I that obvious?'

-'Nah'. You laugh too. 'Your friends tho...'

-He laughs again. 'Yeah, well... But you know, since cards are already on the table...'

-That's when he actually asks you out on a date.

-You pretend you're thinking about it.

-But obvs you say yes.

-A couple days later he comes pick you up after work.

-Your coworkers can't believe what they're seeing.

-You go for a walk and it's so funny cause his aura looks so dark.

-People don't even look at you two cause he's so intimidating.

-And you're loving that cause you actually hate people looking at you.

-The moment you grab his hand he squeals and you laugh to yourself.

-He's indeed 'baby Changbin' to you.

-But for the rest of the world he's that tattoo artist with the cool dark aura.

-After some dates he asks you out for realsies.

-And honestly you spend most of your time together making out on the couch.

-Or eating junk food while watching something on tv.

-Just cuddling.

-Sometimes you go out for a walk or to do something outside.

-But you both always end up on his house, or yours.

-Mostly his.

-Cause for some reason you find it hot to have all the tattoo equipment around.

-Lately more than ever you can't keep your hands off eachother.

-Like maybe you're doing the dishes together but you end up on the kitchen floor 'doing eachother' instead.

-Or you are at the movies and your hand wanders to his crotch.

-So you can't finish the movie cause he would drag you out and fuck you inside one of the bathroom stalls.

-You've been banned from a couple places.

-One of them being Chris's house.

-But you just can't help it.

-You like him so much.

-He would die for you too tbh.

-Sometimes you can't see him more than twice a week.

-And you get so sad.

-You miss him so much.

-And half of your clothes smell like him cause all the time you spend cuddling.

-So you miss him even more.

-He was the first having a crush on you.

-But now you can't live without him.

That’s it!! I’m thinking of making a tattoo artist!series with Bangchan and Hyunjin since they are part of this au already. Hope you enjoyed this one~

[phoneboxfairy]

Morning After (Stone-age Nalu Smut chapter 2)

First chapter link here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/19810735/chapters/46906300

Lucy stirred. She was momentarily startled by the unfamiliar surroundings. At least, she was until she saw Natsu laying next to her. He seemed to be barely awake, one arm lazily curled over her waist.

Ohh... she remembered now.

"Hi."

"Hey." He wrapped his other arm around her, pulled her close. "Ready for another round?"

"You bet."

A kiss, then another, and another. Hands wandered. She leaned into each touch eagerly. Gods, his hands were so nice and warm...

Natsu was just about to relieve her of her pelts when something caught their attention.

Specifically, a loud banging and even louder shouting.

"LUCY!"

"Erza?!" The blonde yelped. "I didn't think they'd be back so soon."

Obviously the male heard her voice trembling. He pulled her into his arms and rested his forehead on hers.

"I ain't letting you go."

Lucy was torn.

On the one hand she missed her tribe, missed her sisters dearly.

On the other... she didn't want to leave her male, her Natsu. They had bonded in such a short time and Lucy didn't want to give that up.

She didn't want to lose him.

Bang.

Bang.

BANG.

"We know you're in there, male! Surrender Lucy or face the consequences!"

"She means it, Natsu. Let's go."

She didn't want to leave him, but she didn't want to die at Erza's hands, either.

Natsu stopped right before they got to the door. He pulled off his fang necklace, then slipped it down onto his female's neck.

The significance wasn't lost on her. She took his hand, seeking comfort as she gathered up some courage.

The pair was greeted by a small host representing the strongest of the female tribe. Mira, Cana, Juvia, Levy, and little Wendy-sama stood out in the crowd among others.

Erza stood in front of the hut, a rather fierce looking stave in hand and an equally fierce glare on her face.

"Lucy. Are you alright? Did this brute harm you?"

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"Very well, then. Enough of this foolishness. Let's get you home before the brute can cause any more trouble."

"She's not going anywhere, female."

"She can speak for herself, brute!" Erza moved to swing at Natsu. Lucy stepped forward, standing in front of her male in complete defiance.

By this point a few males had arrived. No doubt Erza's loud commotion called them over. No surprise, Lucy thought. She was, after all, a stranger in the village. Instinct demanded they protect their home against possible threats, even if said threat was an intimidating female.  

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean no. Erza, just because you had a bad experience with a male doesn't mean they're all bad. I want to stay with my Natsu. I... I love him."

At that moment, Erza, the Scarlet Demon, threw her stave to the ground. Lucy had never seen her tremble, had never seen her sink to her knees and weep like that.

"Erza..."

"No. It's fine. You're right, Lucy. I suppose I have been too harsh on you all. I simply don't want anyone to get hurt like I did."

This brought on murmurs from the females. Some of them even glanced over at the males, quite curious about the other tribe. Juvia, for example, seemed to be instantly smitten with one of them. Levy just did her best to look indifferent.

"Erza?!"

A new voice, a new male. Tall, blue hair, odd marking on one cheek.

Erza's mystery male reappears, Lucy thought, expecting a tender reunion.

...And then Erza slapped the male across the face. Lucy blushed and quickly turned away. No way was she about to get caught up in THAT.

“Hey Lucy?” Thank the gods for distractions. She turned to Natsu. The male had one of his cute confused expressions.

“Yeah?”

“What's...love?”

That did it. One question, one simple question, made her blush so hard she wondered if smoke was coming from her ears.

"L-love?"

"Yeah, love. I heard you say you love me?" Shrug. He was acting mighty casual for such a serious topic. "Are you okay? You sound like a spooked boar again."

"N, no. I'm fine. Just feeling a little shy, that's all. Love is, ummm...Love is when two people like each other a lot. They make each other happy and want to stay together for, um, forever."

Forever, huh?" This made the male smile.

"Yeah." Words failed her so she pounced, curled her arms around him, and snuggled her head on his shoulder. "Kinda like how I feel right now."

"Ohhh. I get it." Natsu chuckled and patted her head for about a second before letting his hand stroke her hair. "I think I like this love thing."

"Me too."

A kiss and a cuddle. Lucy was just about to suggest going back to the hut for some more fun when she heard a familiar voice. “Heyyy! Lucy!” “Cana? What are you doing here?”

“I brought you some clothes, and I wanted to see this male of yours.” The brunette handed her a bundle then flashed a knowing look at Natsu, who just looked confused. “Damn, Lucy. You have good taste.”

“Uhhh...Thanks. Sorry, Cana, I can’t really talk right now...”

“It’s alright. I get it.” Wink. Oh, she got it, alright. “See ya later, Lucy. Let me know if ya ever want to share.” She kissed Lucy’s cheek, pinched her backside, then took off to rejoin the other females.

“We’ll see about that.” A rather naughty image flashed through Lucy’s brain, making her blush. She needed to find another thought, something to distract her for a few moments. So she glanced at the others.

Despite the initial hostility the males and females seemed to be getting along...at least somewhat.

Erza and the blue haired one were deep in conversation, his hand clutching hers.

Levy was in what seemed like a harsh and heated debate with the larger male, although the sparkle in her eyes and the hint of a blush gave Lucy the impression that the debate wasn't the only thing that was heated.

And Juvia...well, she had asked a certain rather frigid male if she could sit on his face again, much to his shock.

Speaking of males...

"Lucy?"

"Huh?"

"Wanna go back to the hut?" And finish what we started. The implication was clear. Lucy blushed at the idea and felt sweet heat pooling in her belly.

"Sure. Let's go."

With no further ado Natsu picked her up then dashed into the humble abode. He set her down ever so gently on the bed then paused, blushing.

"I have an idea," she whispered. She slipped her pelts off slowly, well aware that he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Then she untied her hair, letting the silky blonde tresses fall from their usual ponytail.

"Wow..."

Lucy blushed. She still wasn't used to being fawned over like this. But truthfully she rather enjoyed the attention, especially from her male.

"Bind my wrists. Not too tight."

Once that was done she got on her knees and leaned forward, resting her hands in front of her.

"What now?"

"I want you to take me like you did yesterday."

"Wait...can we do it this way?"

"I think so. Look." She wiggled her hips and gave him a very good view of cave-sama. "You have to get behind me and put club-sama right here."

Right where it belongs.

"Alrighty." He made fast work of shedding his pelts and moved next to her on the bed. She shivered when he stroked over her bare skin.  Back, thigh, bare breast. One particularly daring hand slipped between her legs and began to rub her right where she needed it.

What seemed like a million years later, she felt club-sama brush against her rump. Blush heated up her cheeks.

"Don't be shy. Go on." Her polite way of saying get on with it. Luckily he was getting better at taking her hints and cues. He pushed deep into her, treating her to some pretty delicious friction.

Lucy mewled.

"Feels so good..."

"It does..." Natsu's voice was little more than a growl. "How 'bout this?" He gripped her thighs and started pumping her.

"Mmmm that's, ahh, that's nice too." Nice was an understatement.

"Cave-sama's nice and wet. Naughty little female..." Dark, sexy chuckle.

"Only for you, Natsu."

"That's right, Lucy. I'm all yours, and you're mine." He moved faster now...

...perhaps a little too fast. She felt club-sama slip out of her.

And she whined.

"Natsuuu...I want more."

"It's okay, baby. We're not done yet." He reached over and untied her hands. "Get on your back."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. I wanna see you."

Well, Lucy couldn't argue with that. As fun as the new position was, she felt kinda isolated not being able to see her male's face...or anything else for that matter. So she laid back, resting her hands above her head.

Natsu grinned. Lucy braced herself for what was sure to be very enjoyable indeed.

First, though, he lifted her leg up oh so gently, then rested her ankle on his shoulder. Then, at long last, he got back to properly pleasuring her.  

The first thrust seemed to set her every nerve ablaze. Something about the position, something as simple as her leg on his shoulder, added to the already incredible sensations.

She moaned. Loudly. She really got into it, bucking her hips with every single move he made. What delicious friction.  He went faster with a downright devilish smile and a dark chuckle.

"Lucy...Lucyyyyyy..."

"Mmmmmm, Natsuuuuu..." Her voice was a sensual purr. She scraped her nails down his back. He shuddered. "You like that? How 'bout this?" Her free hand wandered down between her thighs. Nimble fingers stroked over sensitive skin and she let out another feral moan.

"You're such a tease, female. I love it..." Growl.

"Then say my name, Natsu." More teasing. Well, he had just said he loved it...

"Lu...Lucy..."

"Louder, Natsu. Louder." She rubbed her sweet spot, gasping at the combined sensation of her finger and club-sama. "I'm so wet for you Natsuuuu..."

"Damn...Lucy...Lucyyy..." More growling, more delicious friction. So close...they were both so deliciously close to utter bliss... Natsu roared her name. Lucy savored her own climax as well as the feeling of him twitching and filling her with his hot seed.

Moments later they lay together in a tangle of limbs and sweat. Natsu kissed her forehead, while Lucy nuzzled his shoulder.

It didn’t take long for the pair to establish something of a routine. They made love, intent on learning all they could about one another. At the same time...Lucy was beginning to realize that there was much more to love than the physical stuff. They walked, they talked. Natsu even took her hunting and fishing.

Through it all they bonded. At first he always took her hand. But as time passed, it became more and more common for her to take the lead...and his hand.

Flash forward a year, and things were quite different. The males and females were officially no longer at war, much to Mas Ter’s chagrin. Relationships were becoming quite common between the two groups. Lucy was surprised to see how many had paired off. Erza and Jellal, Juvia and Gray, and Levy and Gajeel all joined her and Natsu as official couples.

The REAL surprise involved Gajeel and Levy. Lucy would have just about sworn they would have a rocky and brief tryst that would never amount to anything serious...at least, she would have until Levy announced she was carrying a baby.

This was the first child of what was bound to be many. Lucy had been happy for her friend but at the same time she felt a bit of envy and sadness. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone at first but truth is, she wanted a baby. She wanted...what was the word? Oh. She wanted to have a little family with Natsu, wanted to further their bond.

When she finally admitted this to him, he smiled and hugged her.

“Don’t worry about that, Lucy. We’re a family even without kids. And besides, at the rate we’re goin’, we’ll have ‘em eventually.”

“Aye!” Happy chimed in.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Natsu.” She couldn’t help smiling as she kissed his cheek. He grinned then pulled her into a proper kiss, a kiss that sent all her worries out of her mind.

It wasn’t until a few months later that Lucy got her wish. She happened to run into Wendy-sama one afternoon while Natsu was off hunting. The girl had squealed and hugged the very confused blonde.

“What is it?” “You’re carrying a child, Lu-chan!”

The world stopped spinning for a moment.

“You’re sure?!” “I’m positive! I can always tell when there’s gonna be a baby!”

Accurate. The girl had been the first to notice when Levy was carrying. It only made sense that her little gift would be as accurate now.

It took every ounce of willpower Lucy had not to blurt out her news the moment Natsu and Happy got back, giant boar in tow. Somehow she managed to be patient, somehow she managed to get through dinner with her tender little secret still intact. Her plan was to wait until they got back to their hut, wait until they had a bit of privacy.

Natsu...Natsu somehow figured it out before she said anything.

“Wait. Wendy I understand, but how did you know?”

“You smell kinda different. That and you’ve been smiling at me all night like you’ve got some big secret. What else could it be?”

“You know, you males are a lot smarter than we give you credit for...And that’s why I love you, Natsu.”

“Love you too, Lu-shee.” A slow, tender kiss that encompassed all the love they shared. That night, cuddled under furs with her mate’s hand curled around her soon-to-be swelling belly, Lucy felt content, like she had everything she ever wanted…

Sure, it wasn’t perfect like those fairy stories she had grown up hearing. That didn’t mean life wasn’t worth enjoying, wasn’t beautiful.

Even a relationship that had started out on the wrong foot had gone from purely physical to purely incredible, from confusion and kidnapping to a sweet love that made her heart sing.

And that, dear friends, was very beautiful indeed.

~~Fin

[bae-leth]

Hey, hey, if you’re doing headcanon requests then I absolutely wanna hear your headcanons for Dimitri and Felix back when they were kids. How they met, how their relationship was like growing up, that kinda thing!

crawls out of bed.

did you say…. felix and dimitri??? Oh…..oh gosh. it seems like…. my hands are moving of their own accord …. you have Awakened me, anon….

(disclaimer: JKSDJHF THIS GOT SO LONG, I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY,,, OH DEAR)

Felix did not want to be Dimitri’s friend at first.

Dimitri was so… excitable. Constantly smiling, horribly popular, and so happy. Felix felt tired whenever he so much as looked at the young prince.

Why would he need the prince as a friend, anyway? Sure, he’d be a useful connection, but Felix couldn’t see how exactly he was meant to approach him.

Flattery? False affections? Lies? No, thanks. So much effort - and for what? He’d much rather stay away.

So when the king holds a social gathering for all the nobles in the kingdom, and all the other noble kids decide to flock around the prince and completely block off the food table, it’s safe to say that Felix is annoyed.

He just wants the sandwiches, but noo, the prince has to attract a fanclub? And leave him hungry? Fantastic.

So he just stays back and sulks. All he wants is some food so he won’t starve, but’s stopping him? Oh, that’s right. The prince! Grrr.

Felix’s parents try to get him to socialise with the others, but he’s having none of it. He hasn’t had much luck with friends before (something about his moodiness? They called him moody -) and he doesn’t need them now. He prefers to be alone, you know?

So he escapes from the ballroom (without any food :( ), and ends up in the castle gardens to contemplate.

(What’s with this weird twinge in his chest when he thinks about friends, anyway? It’s annoying. He doesn’t like it.)

Just as he’s about to doze off on the garden bench, Felix is suddenly jerking upright, because he’s hearing the tell-tale sounds of wood clashing with wood.

He follows the sound, somewhat apprehensively, and who does he find? None other than the prince himself, slashing away at a training dummy with ferocious determination!

Felix is actually kind of impressed at his stamina (read: kind of. Only kind of) and ends up watching him for quite some time - that is, until Dimitri spots him and waves him over.

Felix goes ‘ABORT ABORT ABORT HE FOUND ME’ in his head, but stays put as the prince marches over to him.

Dimitri: Hello! I haven’t seen you before. :D Would you like to spar with me?

Felix, internally: LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE

Felix, externally: Sure. I’ll beat you anyway!

So they spar, and for some reason, Felix really wants to impress the other boy. So, once he finds an opening, he rushes forward with all his strength…

… and he hits Dimitri so hard he stumbles and falls awkwardly, with a sickening crunch and a cry of pain.

Felix is internally panicking. Like, PANICKING.

Dimitri is suppressing tears on the floor, and Felix is just standing there, frozen, going “OH GOD I KILLED THE PRINCE?? AM I GOING TO GET EXECUTED??? IS HE OKAY???”

The guards rush over when they hear Felix yelling, and they take the prince to the infirmary. Felix gets the scolding of his life from his parents, but the pounding in his ears means that he barely listens to them.

His real fear is what’ll happen to him when he sets foot in the castle again. He’s only a kid, but they’re going to banish him, aren’t they? Is he going to find the prince dying? Dead? 

He’s doomed, so utterly doomed -

This is literally the most he’s ever messed up, ever -

Before he knows it, he’s being brought before the king. The king is stern and intimidating, and as coolly as Felix tries to conduct himself, he’s still a child, so he’s quaking.

Dimitri is sat next to the king, arm in a sling. Hey, at least he’s not dead? Still, he looks so impassive…

The king asks him what happened. Not aggressively, but just in a low tone. Felix takes a deep breath, and prepares to apologise profusely and maybe try to salvage his own life

when, out of nowhere, Dimitri cuts in, and proclaims that it was all his fault.

Dimitri: Father, it was me. I tripped and fell. Felix was only trying to help me, I promise!

Felix: ??? (WHAT ARE YOU DOING????)

The king asks them again, but Dimitri persists, and finally the king relents. He gets up, tells his son to be more careful, and tells Felix to enjoy the rest of his stay.

Felix is just like ??????!?!?!?!?!?!? now. Why on earth would Dimitri cover him? He literally broke his arm!

Felix expresses this when they get out of earshot of the throne room.

F: Why’d you help me out back there? I don’t even know you!

D: What do you mean? You’re my new friend - of course I had to help you :D (don’t worry about my dad, he’s a big softie really, he just looks like that when he scrunches up his eyebrows, blah blah blah blah blah….)

In the middle of Dimitri’s rambling, Felix shortcircuits, because???? ‘Friend’??? ‘NEW friend’??? What??? WHat?? Wha-

Felix can’t wrap his head around it. Dimitri wants to be his friend?? Genuinely?? Even though he knocked him to the floor???

(Why does this make him feel so warm??)

Felix decides he should at least say thank you. So, he goes out, makes (yes, makes) an entire batch of sweets, and yeets them at Dimitri the next time they see each other. 

Dimitri only smiles widely, and eats three of them in one go, telling Felix that they’re delicious, and when is he making more? He knows someone who’d love them, and he wants to eat more too, and -

Felix smiles, too, and from then on, a beautiful friendship is born.

They become as thick as thieves, and they run off everywhere. The guards hate them.

In their childhood years, Dimitri’s usually the one who’s dragging Felix toplaces. Not much responsibility yet = more fun!

Felix has to chase after him to make sure he’s not hurt. He’s still kinda wary after the sparring incident, and since Dimitri is as reckless as a boar, he’s resigned himself to making sure his new friend(!) doesn’t go off and lose an eye, or whatever.

Lots and lots of winter activities!

One time, Dimitri convinces him that they’re totally skilled enough to make their own toboggan. (They’re not.)

They make one that’s tiny, and Dimitri says that they can both go on it together, because it’ll be much more fun!

(They crash into a boulder instead, but hey, at least no one’s crying this time?)

They enjoy ice skating, too. Ingrid and Sylvain get dragged along to these - Ingrid is terrible at balancing, but Sylvain is surprisingly great at it.

Faerghus’ Christmas markets are the best thing ever. Authentic hot chocolate, tons of colourful stalls, snow falling thickly and late into the night, faint music ever present in the distance… When they’re open, the duo spend lots of their evening free time there.

Snowball fights. So many snowball fights. They come in afterwards tracking snow throughout the entire castle, and the maids want to cry.

Over time, Felix realises that he is really, really enjoying his friendship with Dimitri. A lot. A bit too much? No - this is fine! This is fine, and he couldn’t be happier.

(ofc, he doesn’t express this out loud, but Dimitri seems like he knows, so…? maybe he doesn’t have to???)

However, as they get older,  Dimitri slowly realises that he has take on more responsibilities and get into Proper Prince Mode in order to win court favour. He’s not cute and smol anymore, and the court won’t take too kindly to him if he continues ignoring his ‘duty’ forever.

Felix understands. He’s the son of a Duke, how could he not?

It doesn’t mean he likes it, though. He hates it, actually. Anything that’d change Dimitri’s beaming grin into a worn and weary expression is something that he’ll hate with a passion.

So! As Dimitri becomes more solemn and more withdrawn, taking on more princely duties, Felix eventually goes ‘fuck it’ and decides to go ham. He’s only a noble, not a prince, so it shouldn’t be that much of a deal.

He’s doing it not only to make Dimitri smile genuinely again, but also because he knows that the prince is bound to look better next to him in comparison. Two for the price of one!

(NOT THAT HE’D EVER TELL ACTUALLY TELL DIMITRI THIS. SSH. FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, FELIX JUST LIKES BEING AN ASSHOLE)

Dimitri becomes the one having to put up with Felix’s tomfoolery and chase him down every time he decides to do, well, anything.

Felix starts to challenge everyone. Ambassadors’ sons, counts, foreign dignitaries … Dimitri is just there going ‘NOOOOOOOO’ and pulling him back by the collar.

Felix is also super straightforward when he’s talking, which Dimitri needs, because he’s the type to make the other person feel marginally better even if their ideas are terrible.

Dimitri: The trade routes you’re proposing aren’t too bad. There might be some improvement needed, but on the whole, they are actually -

Felix: nah they suck lmao

Felix is constantly looking for more daring things to do. Constantly.

F: What would happen if I stole those drumsticks?

D: Felix, no

F: FELIX YES

No matter how hard Felix tries, though, Dimitri gets more and more stressed anyway. His duties pile up and up, and the looming weight of the crown makes him more anxious and self conscious, even though he’s trying his best to exceed the expectations placed on him.

Felix sees this (age 15 or so) and is like. Bitch. Bitch no. Bitch not again. BITCH

So he ups his game, and starts dragging Dimitri back to their favourite haunts - the ones they didn’t have time to go to anymore. NO MORE STUDYING FOR THE PRINCE.

They spend long Faerghus winters doing Everything. Once, they made a snowman in the shape of a particularly snobby Leicester noble and nearly got their heads chopped off for it (he really was ugly, okay??)

Felix gets yelled at constantly for distracting the prince, but does he care? No. Not at all.

(The guards love them, just because they’re so entertaining.)

One time, Dimitri offhandedly tells him about another noble boy their age who was giving him trouble. He’d called him weak and pathetic, and unfit to take the throne, and something else that Dimitri doesn’t want to disclose.

Felix takes one look at Dimitri’s sad smile (that - that bastard made him believe it?) and his mind goes blank. He spins on his heel, and walks off without a word.

He comes back half an hour later sporting a bruised lip. Later, news arrives that the other boy was found bawling in the kitchen, with two black eyes.

Dimitri berates Felix for it for ages (“Why would you do that? I told you it was nothing!”), but he’s touched, too. Felix takes all the blame in the ensuing outcry, and gets aptly punished, but he doesn’t regret it. The guy was a right prick. The black eyes probably make him more attractive now.

Felix openly calls Dimitri a boar in court. His parents sport thunderstruck expressions every time, but Dimitri just beams.

But yes… Felix always makes sure that Dimitri is happy. He covers it up with a lot of insults and snark, but he’s always got his best interests at heart (even though he’s terrible at showing it.)

Before they go to the Officers Academy, Dimitri tells him that he knew what he’d been doing the entire time, and really appreciates it. 

He then goes on to say that Felix is the most precious friend he’s ever had, and he wouldn’t trade him for the world.

… with that exact wording. My god.

Naturally, Felix gets embarrassed. “Why are you so sappy?” he grumbles, cheeks pink. Then, Dimitri hugs him very hard, and Felix goes FUUUUUUUU and short circuits because sahgdsag this is the nicest hug he’s ever gotten????? It’s really nice?????

Of course, he’s not telling Dimitri any of this. Instead, he pretends to be annoyed and punches the prince in the shoulder, before they start to discuss what the future has in store for them.

[fauzhee10069]

JoJolion’s main villain? Will it be female?

Okay, so whenever I find a discussion about JJL main villain, who will it be? And with the thirst from fans who wanted the first female main villain in JJBA, a popular theory emerged that Higashikata Caato would become the main villain. Yeah, so far… she is really popular, lots of hints point towards her, I can see some reasons of why:

Her motivation, she is currently in conflict with her ex-husband, Norisuke IV. Their conflicting views of how they have to sacrifice to save their son from the curse. Her sacrifice made her imprisoned for 15 years and separated from her children (how sad when her three children did not know her as their mother). Now, she returns and demands a payback.

Her persumably dominance over her son, Jobin. Jobin who previously was hyped as potential main villain is now overshadowed by his mother. Especially, it was pretty much confirmed that Jobin isn't the mastermind by Dolomite and Rai. “Jobin sweetie, remember that I went to jail to protect you, to save you, all for your sake. Imagine she says, ”I can see that Jobin must feel very indebted and grateful to her, that’s why he looks very respectful to her.

Her first impression of Gappy!Josuke was that she doesn't like him, regards him as freeloader (a potential enemy?)

Her Stand being a space-manipulating related type, often being regarded in the same boat with D4C (though I see that it’s more similar to Enigma currently).

Despite being 52 and a granny, she looks attractive for no reason, Araki’s habit of creating his main villains. Look how he changed fat!Valentine into the hot 48 years old president. Caato could be the antithesis of Lisa Lisa. Both are hot milfs in 50s and supportive to their sons, only the side is reversed.

Advanced points:

Norisuke IV he is one of the people closest to Josuke but the one who is likely most despised by Caato. I can see the potential conflict between Josuke and Caato or even her conflict with her other children.

The race to obtain Locacaca fruit, Caato’s side (Tsurugi, Jobin and Mitsuba) are fighting to cure Tsurugi. Josuke is fighting to restore himself to normal and save Holy.

Now, enter my personal opinion...

Actually, I like Caato as villain, or even major villain. But to be honest, though I also crave for the first female main villain, I don’t really like the concept of Caato as the one. Reasons:

Her conflict/motivation is too domestic, a household disputes; an ex-wife who wants to take revenge on and punish her ex-husband for the sacrifice and misery that she have to endured and demands payback (she openly asked for half of the household fortune). Basically, she wants to take back what's rightfully hers,  probably dethrone the patriarch to dominate the family business and fortune. This sounds like a plot taken out from Korean/telenovela family drama (with revenge as its main theme) only that it involves Stand battle, could be good for side plot but not for main plot. I wish the Rokakaka fruit, Rock humans, scientist and the curse will be a greater focus than this family drama bullsh*t.

Her background itself is too ordinary, a former housewife with no visible past career or other interesting things, unless she had other past background that is still hidden, maybe a past career that hasn't been revealed yet, ala Izumi Curtis. Though she could be a counterpart for part 4 main villain, being ordinary salary man.

Her flashback and motivation in the past, in my opinion, is too sympathetic (something that Araki claimed to avoid whenever he writes a main villain). To save her son from her curse, rather than sacrificing her life, she preferred to sacrifice the life of other (stranger). To be honest, I prefer her method than Norisuke IV, therefore Jobin (and her other children) do not need to lose a mother figure (which ironically happened). This is a husband’s common mistake; assuming that his wife is not different with his mother, hoping that his wife will do the same thing with what his mother has done. Basically, a mom who did sacrificing her own contented life for the sake of her child, imprisoned for 15 years away from her children, she had just been released and is still reorganizing her life. Unlike other JoJo main villains, in which their trouble pasts had become a past completely (that happened years ago) as their current life in the present storyline is much better but Caato still had to face her ex-husband who seemed to abandon her and had to try re-bond her relationship with her children again (idk why but her story kinda reminds me of Cookie Lyon from Empire). She just barely regains her life back.

Her personality that is too obvious for a villain. Being very two-faced and deceptive, showing her true calculating personality to those she deeply trusts yet truly capable of however seems to intimidate and inspire fear, but in public, she comes off as charismatic and loving person. It’s like “Oh looks… she is evil… she must be the main villain!!” I mean, just as she first appeared (which is not long ago), she already acted menacing, intimidating and declaring her objectives. Whereas JJBA main villains in general were acting pretty casual.

Most likely, Araki did the Principal and The Pauper to Norisuke IV’s character. From the fun & loving dad and a supportive father figure for Josuke to be an asshole husband who is disregarding his wife for the sacrifice she had made and even refused to pay her alimony. Now I am confused whether I should cheer for Norisuke IV (Josuke’s side) or Caato. This will potentially rival my disappointment over Xiao Fan ruining Zhao Yun and Xiao Meng’s dynamic. >:(

She doesn’t have any moment that can be mocked over and meme’d. Also, all of her appearance so far is like a boss. If she constantly stays like this till the end, I’m afraid that she would potentially ruin the funny dynamic between The Main Villains gang in fandom!!!

I don’t need another mom archetype in JJBA main villains gang, we already have Kira as the mom.

Her determination to live free from the men (read: husband)’s control and decision yet seems to be in control of her son (and possibly grandson) makes her sound like feminazi. I hope I’m wrong though, hopefully Araki doesn’t write her to be main villain only to fulfill the quota (due to the lack of female main villains) or as political correctness. I just want my first female main villain to be just a character of her own without being the feminist advertisement (though that’s what you likely will get from a character with just housewife as background). I have faith in Araki though because in my opinion he was quite successful as he wrote Jolyne, she is very likeable for the only female JoJo as she is simply being who she is without promoting feminism.

A mother controlling her children (in this case, Jobin). Though this is personal, I’m never into this kind of villain. I think it is very cheap, there is a teach that children must respect their mother who had nurtured and raised them and one mom decided to take this as an advantage to control her children. Most likely, Caato could be the main cause of Jobin's authoritarian attitude to his son, Tsurugi.

Mom: “Okay son, remember that I had carried you in my womb and suffer for 9 months for it, I had painful labor to bear you, I had taken care of you when you were a helpless baby, teaching you everything and saved your life from the curse, even saved you from your crime, by letting myself go to jail and lost my 15 years of life… all because I love you. Now, do me a favor and never question it!” Son: “No, sorry mom.” Mom: “(How dare you!) Why not?” Son: “Because I never ask to be born (especially by you).” (I don’t think Jobin would ever say that, probably Joshu).

So, if Caato turns out to be the main villain, she could be my least favorite main villain despite I am being a female myself. Though it's still too early to judge, there is still a hope that she will deliver something more interesting than those 5 points above. One of them is the theory and possibility that she is the mysterious head doctor or the Rock human’s leader.

My other personal wish is that Holy Kira is the actual main villain. This is purely crack theory and something that is even less likely than Caato, but I think Holy Kira will deliver something more interesting than Caato:

Her more interesting background as an Ophthalmologist, emergency doctor, and guest professor. A woman, a mother and A PROFESSOR!!!

Her more direct connection with Rokakaka fruit, it is revealed that Holy created the hidden Rokakaka lab at T.G University Hospital, she was researching the fruit! Therefore, A SCIENTIST!!! There is a possibility that she was part of the Rokakaka Research Organization (though probably she just did the research independently).

She is a direct descendant of Johnny Joestar, therefore… a Joestar! Imagine being a Joestar and a main villain at the same time!! Okay, despite being a Joestar, Holy is not a JoJo. But this will be hilariously the greatest irony ever, a main villain is descended from a JoJo.

Her, tricking Josuke, the main protagonist (who is also part of her son) to cure her is something far more brilliant than a mom straightly controlling her son through intimidation. Perhaps her illness is part of her master plan (“計画通り/keikaku doori!!”ala Light Yagami or Aizen), it’ll be a greater troll than Joseph trolling Jotaro as reincarnated DIO XD.

Holy Kira might be the antithesis of Holy Kujo, the purest and most loving milf ever in JJBA to be the worst and ambitious mom.

Holy Kira might fit the theme of the villain being the opposite of the protagonist, what is the opposite between Josuke and Holy? One being the guy stitched together from two other guys and one being a woman who has a lot of missing parts (in this case, her brain).

She already had her possibly funny/crazy moment when she was trying to use a nurse like a pair of boots and a magazine XD.

Personally, I think that Holy has better design than Caato. While Caato looks like the older version of Jolyne, her messy appearance looks like a middle-aged woman who couldn’t let go her teenage years (that’s why she can’t beat Lisa Lisa as a hot milf in 50s imo, her appearance is tidier and more elegant). Look at Holy Kira, she is trendy and the dark cape looks fabulous for a villain’s design.

Holy may possess a more interesting Stand, I’m sure she is a Stand user if she can see Paisley Park and knows about Killer Queen. Please, Araki… show me what her Stand is capable of!!

If Caato stays the same until the end of the story, she will be the most deviated villain in JJBA history besides being female, Araki might breaks the pattern with her. But isn’t using Holy Kira as main villain would be a greater pattern breakers??

Besides Holy Kira, I found another crack yet brilliant theory of Yasuho being actual main villain without her realizing it, played it like an alter ego ala Doppio. Disclaimer, it is not written by me. While this is very interesting (and I support this theory tbh), this could be another case of The Principal and The Pauper in Yasuho’s character.

Hopefully, Caato is just a red herring for the actual main villain (as she is too… obviousss), but the possibility of Holy as the main villain is even smaller. That’s why I keep my expectation of evil!Holy so low, she could be just a straight SBR counterpart for Holy Kujo (the purest mom in critical condition that needs to be cured asap) with slightly bigger role, nothing more. Perhaps, the main villain could even be neither Caato nor Holy.

Now, let’s countdown the villains we had so far and how Caato or Holy will fill it up:

A vampire (and an ex-lawyer student)

A Pillar Man, boss of his own kind

A vampire… again (at least he is hundred years old now)

A salary man and serial killer

A mafia boss

A priest (and the vampire’s lover best friend)

A president of alt!US

A former housewife and former inmate / A mad scientist and a Joestar / A Rock human and head doctor (another mad scientist), assuming the third possibility of main villain is a guy / The main villain is a concept (not a person), the Locacaca fruit itself (I love this one tbh)

Pick your choice!!

Summary: I welcome Caato as villain, even as major villain. She is the first female villain who has her own motivation without being a mere pawn for the main villain. She deserves a big role, but not the biggest role. Gappy!Josuke deserves a greater villain to fight than a greedy and vengeful milf who is wronged (by her husband) in the past, someone who hasn't even reached the top (and her own happiness). The mystery of Locacaca’s fruit, the origin of the Higashikata’s curse;the rock disease, what’s up with the Rock humans and the Wall Eyes should be prioritized over the game of throne inheritance fight drama of the Higashikata family’s property and power. To be honest, I still prefer the main villain to be a man… again rather than Caato (even if it is Jobin).

TL;DR Caato will still be my most favorite female villain but potentially becomes my least favorite main villain in JJBA.

[bugheadjones-the-third]

Title: The Return of the Serpent Prince . Summary: Jughead Jones is back in Riverdale High, and seeing all those guys around Betty leaves him extremely uncomfortable. He knew it was none of his business anymore, but—Why the hell were they flirting with her? [ Note: In this story, neither of them kissed other people. I don’t feel like adding to this drama with this one-shot, so… Don’t worry about that.] . A/N: Initially, this was something that I felt like I had to get out of my head, but I guess it turned out longer than just a small idea… Nonetheless, I’m quite happy with the result, and I think you guys will have a good time while reading this one! Have fun, and please, tell me what you think! . . . That guy was certainly an asshole.

Jughead didn’t even know him, but he was already listed as an asshole amongst some other dudes that had dared to do the same asshole-ish thing about 30 minutes before. That guy— a tall, blond jock, whose name didn’t matter for the history of Riverdale, therefore would be called The-Third-Period-Asshole— was leaning against the locker just across the hall, with a silly smile plastered on his face. He had his right arm lifted in order to show off his muscles, and apart from all the things that made him worthy of hanging with the likes of Reggie Mantle, that asshole was openly flirting with Betty.

All those flirty smiles, fake giggles and the whole showing off was all an attempt on getting the girl’s attention, and if he didn’t know her better, Jughead would say she was even falling for that.

Betty was smiling back. She was giving that guy one of her polite, Alice-Cooper smiles, and even if Jughead couldn’t actually hear their conversation, he could tell she wasn’t really interested in that guy or in any of the others who had approached her that day. They had all tried many kinds of approaches, and apart from the lack of creativity, he was really impressed by the number of guys that had come to her even before the 4th period.

Was there some kind of bet among those idiots? Or perhaps had she started some kind of study group again? He certainly didn’t know, but to say he was happy would be a serious misjudgment.

Jughead knew they weren’t together anymore, and logically, he also knew he didn’t have the right to be bothered by any of those guys, but that whole thing was a lot easier said than done.

He didn’t break up with her because he wanted to, after all. He broke up with her so she would be safe from him and from that emblem on the back of his leather jacket. He forced himself to walk away from her on that dirty parking lot, and from that day on, his heart feels heavier than ever. And now, as he watched The-Third-Period-Asshole hitting on her, a mix of anger, impatience and hunger started to take over his body.

Jughead had to do something. He had to calm himself down, and he had to find out why the hell those guys were gathering around her like flies around a piece of rotten meat.

Betty Cooper is certainly not rotten meat. She’s the finest piece of filet mignon of the market, and if not for the sight of Kevin Keller walking in front of him, the Jones boy would’ve definitely walked over to the girl to compliment her in meaty ways.

“ Kevin!” He called, lifting his hand up as to make himself seen. His sweet friend turned his eyes towards Jughead, and he looked quite surprised to actually be called by the raven haired boy. “ Can you come here? I kinda need to ask you something…”

The Sheriff’s son still had a confused expression across his face, but walked over to where Jughead was standing, nonetheless. The Jones boy was leaning against the gray lockers, his arms crossed over his chest and a pout plastered on his lips. The Keller kid couldn’t help but notice a certain uneasiness in his broody friend, as blue eyes constantly drifted to glare at something— or rather, someone, as he eventually discovered— while they both stood together on the hallway, and at that moment, the brown haired boy knew even his father could tell where that talk would take them.

Jughead was jealous. And— oh, that was reverting.

“ Well, it’s not like such a commoner like me can say no to the young serpents’ leader, right?” Kevin said, shifting his position as to lean his weight over his right leg. He was holding his books against his hips, and his lips were pressed into a thin like before he resumed talking. “ How can I help you, Jughead?”

“ You see… You’re Betty’s best friend, so you should probably know…” Jughead started, bitting his lip as to try to hold back the annoyance in his voice. “ Why are all those guys around Betty? Is she somehow helping them study or something?”

Kevin’s expression remained blank for a while, as he simply studied the Jones’ face. His brows frowned, and soon, he was offering Jughead one of his famous, judging— yet sweet— stares. “ Helping them study? Are you serious?”

“ Well, I don’t know…” He shrugged, a pout still on his lips. “ That could be the only explanation why they’re all after her, right?”

“ Oh my god… Straight guys are so obnoxious.”

“ Knock it off, Keller! Did she join any group or something like that to explain all those douches?”

“ Oh, she definitely joined the Single Students group."

“ Excuse me?”

“ Oh, come on, Jughead. You can’t seriously believe there are guys around Betty only when they need help with their studies.”

“ If not that, then why are they—“

“ Because she’s hot, Jughead!” The Serpent’s lips parted in awe at the way Kevin voiced those words, and suddenly, was as if something hit him really hard in the stomach. " You better than anyone should know that. She’s hot, and mostly, she’s available!”

His blue eyes widened, and Jughead could feel his heart beating faster in a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. For the first time in years, Jughead was left speechless, as nothing came up in his mind for him to contradict his friend. He was shocked, and mostly, he didn’t like hearing his own thoughts being said by someone else in such a straight way.

Apparently, Kevin really is his father’s son.

“ I-I still… I don’t…”

“ Oh, lord, I didn’t pick you for a guy of looks instead of brains, Jones.” Kevin sighed, massaging his temples. After taking a deep breath, he calmed down and decided to go easier on Jughead. It was not like his life was allowing him to ratiocinate lately. “ Look, I’m sorry for saying it like that. I know you guys have been going through a lot lately, so let me try to rephrase it all.” He scratched the back of his head, as he watched Jughead’s face getting sadder at the sound of the blonde’s laughter. “ You see… Even if she’s not aware of it, Betty is the most beautiful girl of this school. She’s smart, she’s sweet and she’s gorgeous with those green, baby-doll eyes of hers. Every boy in school would’ve died to have a chance with her, but she never paid any attention to them. Not when she still believed in that whole Archie thing and— well… Not when she had you.”

Jughead nodded at Kevin, finally following his words. He didn’t like to hear that last part as a past sentence, for, regardless of anything, Betty still has him. She always will. The writer placed his hands inside his pockets, and waited for his friend to continue. “ You guys got together, then, and people respected that. I mean, you guys were Bughead, aka the cutest couple of Riverdale. Always sleuthing together, solving Jason’s murder and being there for each other. It was really sweet, and everyone respected that enough to leave her alone, even if you have always been a loser— no offense.” He said, apologetic, to which Jughead simply shrugged. It was the truth, after all.

“ None taken…”

“ Good, uh… Well, and then everything happened and you moved to the South Side. The douches of this school even thought about bugging her, at first, but then you became a Serpent and they were all kinda afraid of you and your new, dangerous friends.”

“ And why aren’t they afraid anymore? I’m still a Serpent and I’m closer than ever now that the schools have merged. Following your logic, shouldn’t they leave her alone?”

“ Well, they should if you guys were still… You know, together. After the rumors that you broke up with her because of that pink haired chick, they all figured it would be safe to go after our beloved, girl next door.”

“ What!? Toni was not the reason why we broke up! That’s ridiculous!”

“ Well, I know that. You know it, too, and so does Betty, but they don’t. They should, because, you know, you’re not Archie, and you wouldn’t be that much of an idiot to choose that disrespectful girl with weird hair and—“

“ Kevin. Focus.”

“ Oh, sorry… It’s just that she insulted THE ponytail. Still, my point is: You guys are not a couple anymore. And even if I totally shipped Bughead and got pretty sad when Betty told me what happened, I’m glad she’s receiving all this attention now.”

“ What the hell, Keller?!” Jughead placed his hands on his hips, clearly feeling all that anger boiling up inside him. He suddenly started to get mad at Kevin for his words, and he knew there was no logic behind his reaction. Still, it was not like he could hold it back. “ You know all these guys are douches! She’s so much better than all of them!”

“Oh, I know… Betty is a lot better than all of us, but… I like the idea of my best friend feeling appreciated and wanted. She looked like shit when you guys broke up, and as a friend with protective instincts, I can’t not be happy to see her better. So, as her friend, unless you’re willing to solve things and make her happy again, Jones, I won’t let you hurt her anymore. Nothing personal.”

The confidence and firmness on Kevin’s voice shook something inside Jughead, and suddenly, the amicable atmosphere around them became serious and the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. The Sheriff’s son was definitely showing how intimidating he could be in front of the serpent’s prince, and the way he didn’t even flinch when standing up to Betty was certainly admirable.

Kevin has always been a god friend to Betty. They’ve always been together, and if there was one opinion that mattered to Jughead at that moment, it was certainly that boy’s. He only wanted the best for Betty— they both did— but unlike Jughead, Kevin certainly had a clearer vision of things.

Even if it kinda sucked to have heard his words, better than anyone, the raven haired writer knew he had no right to ruin her happiness after what he did to her. He wanted her to be happy— Damn it, he wanted to be the one to make her happy, but perhaps, that was not up to him anymore.

Perhaps, it was now up to The-Third-Period-Asshole.

“ Okay! I’ll see you later, Betsy!”

Tch, as if.

How could that asshole not know that she hates being called Betsy? It reminds her of a cow’s name, and there was no way a guy like that would be able to make her smile. No, that guy could not be the one. Even the one from the 1st period was better with his weird, cuticles fetish.

Honestly, what was wrong with that school?

The bell finally rang and after muttering a ‘thank you’, Jughead let Kevin go to his class. A sigh escaped his lips, indicating he was certainly not excited about biology at that moment, and he finally turned to open his locker and grab his books. He span the combination, giving the locker a little bump in order to open, and took the green book that was lined next to his edition of Huckleberry Finn, which, for a moment, made him consider skipping classes so he could read a couple of chapters.

It would certainly help him calm down a little and help him think about what to do next.

A smirk crossed his face at the memory of Betty scolding him for hiding at his emergency closet under the stairs so he could avoid going to gym. She looked incredibly cute with that angry pout, and it was as if he could still hear the words she told him that day. She said something lik—

“ Jughead Jones, what on earth do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes snapped in shock. He certainly had that memory fresh in his head, but he didn’t know her voice would sound so clear in his head, as if she was standing right next to him. He tried to ignore it, at first, but the sudden poke he felt on his shoulder told him that, apart from being inside his head, there was a very mad blonde standing right behind him.

Oh, well…

It certainly took him some seconds to turn, but when he did, his eyes didn’t miss the angry features of her face. Her green eyes were glaring at him, her hands were on her hips and even if he tried not to think of how beautiful she was, Jughead didn’t miss the scold she was holding in her throat. He certainly didn’t know what he did in order to bring such reaction on her, but he couldn’t help but think it wasn’t all that bad. “ Betts… Hey, what’s wrong?”

“ What’s wrong? Oh, don’t play dumb on me! You know exactly what you did.”

“ Okay… If you’re talking about that time I glued Archie to his seat in first grade, then, I guess you can be mad. Though I gotta say he was trying to steal one of my stickers!”

“ So it really was you!!”

“ I was just a kid!” He threw his hands up in defeat, as the small girl glared at him furiously.

“ And so was Archie! God, Jughead! Though I-I’m not talking about this!”

“ You aren’t? Then why are you mad at me this time?”

“ Why do you keep glaring at them?”

“ What?” His expression went blank, as he really had no idea of what she was talking about. He knows he tends to glare at a lot of people, but at that moment, she would have to be a bit more specific.

“ You’ve heard me! Look, you broke up with me, remember? That takes away your right to be jealous, therefore you can’t keep glaring at every single guy that comes talk to me!”

“ Jealous? I’m not jealous! And I’m not glaring at all of the guys that talk to you! I-I didn’t even know there were guys talking to you!”

“ Jug, you’ve glared at the janitor yesterday.”

“ That guy looked like a predator. This school has a historic with these people.”

“ He was asking me about the recycling, trash cans!”

“ Well… At least he’s a green guy.” He smirked, certainly not missing the chance of making one if his trademark comments.

“ Jughead!”

“ Okay! Okay… I can’t help it, okay? Logic tells me I shouldn’t be acting like that, but I just can’t stop it! It’s stronger than me, Betty… Stronger than us.”

“ Tch, you’re impossible, Jughead!” She let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Her eyes were adverting his, and after trapping her lower lip in between her teeth, the Cooper girl finally allowed her anger to die from her face. She looked calmer, now. She looked like she was feeling nostalgic and even a little mad at herself for not being mad at all, and even if he wanted to hug her at that moment and say something that would make her laugh; Jughead held back. He couldn’t make things worse, after all. “ Look… You’re gonna set the school on fire if you keep glaring at them. They fear you and the Serpents, and it won’t tale long before Reggie and the others decide to start a fight. People will get hurt and you—“

Betty stopped herself. She bit the insides of her mouth to keep any embarrassing word to leave her throat. She wanted to continue that phrase. God— she wanted to finish so many other phrases around him, and tell him she worried about his safety in the same way he worried about hers, but she knew she couldn’t. Not that time, and certainly not until he made the first move to fix things between them.

There was no denying he still held her heart, and she never made that a secret between them. He knew she still loved him and she knew her feelings were reciprocated, yet, they needed more than just love to take the next step on their relationship. They needed to get back their mutual trust and perfect connection, and that wouldn't happen until he brought back that courage he seemed to have lost.

This time, it was going to be up to him.

And he would better be fast, for she was already getting tired to pretend to like all the attention from those guys on her feet. She didn’t know for how long she would be able to keep up with that act, especially not when she could clearly see him there, with those beautiful, blue eyes and that provocative jealousy she somehow became to find hot.

God, that weirdo was going to be the end of the perfect, girl next door.

“ Betty… I—“

“ Ms. Cooper, we’re waiting for you.” The firm, judging words that came from her math teacher were enough to bring both of them back to reality. The middle-aged teacher was looking at her from the entrance of his class, and by the look on his face, he was certainly not happy to see his best student talking to a Serpent. He was tapping his foot on the floor, and at that moment, Betty realized she could not escape her destiny.

She finally shook her head, taking a deep breath before turning to face her teacher. “ I’m sorry, sir. I’m on my way.” Her eyes turned to meet his one more time, and at that moment, something different lit inside both of the teens. It was as if their eyes could talk, and they were definitely provoking and forcing each other to step out of that stupid comfort zone they had both entered after the beginning of that civil war. She nodded at him and he nodded back, and soon, she was walking away towards the classroom. He watched her all the way, and was impressed when she suddenly turned to face him one more time before entering the class. Her glare was back, but that time, it felt warm and kind just like it used to when they were together.

“ And don’t you dare skipping class, Jughead! Your book can wait!”

And so, as the teacher closed the door behind her, he allowed his lips to turn up in a smirk. He was impressed by how she had managed to use the same words from before, and even if that brought him a warm nostalgia, Jughead knew he couldn’t simply ignore all that had happened during that break. From his own feelings while he watched her with another guy, to Kevin’s words and, especially, the way their eyes met in that silent talk; Jughead knew there was something new and important there that neither of them had dared to say.

Damn it— there were so many things they had yet to say to each other. So many things being repressed and ignored, and by two hearts that were so pure and young like theirs. It was too much for them to bare, and— fuck, they were both too tired of that.

Tired of acting like the adults their parents never were, and tired of sacrificing everything in order to keep the peace between two sides of a small town. They were tired of believing they would actually be safer if they were sadder.

Betty and Jughead were tired of keeping each other apart.

And at that moment, as he rescued his Huckleberry friend from his locker, Jughead Jones knew exactly what he was going to do.

Josh Summers was back. He had approached her the day before during the third period, and god— how she wanted him to shut up.

For the past 10 minutes he had been talking about all the different kinds of exercises to work his biceps, and all the times he called her ‘Betsy' made her feel like vomiting. She had already given up on paying attention to his words for a while now, choosing, instead, to smile and nod like a polite girl her mother once trained her to be. Her fingers were thumping against the cover of her history book, her ears were trying to find a different story on the hallway, and her eyes were desperately searching for him.

It had been over 24h since their intense conversation, and Betty was dying to spot that beanie in the middle of the sea of students that was now Riverdale High. She found herself looking for him the entire day, going to places she normally wouldn’t go, until she decided to simply wait for him to cross her path in the hallways of their lockers. When she got there, things were calm and silent around her, but it didn’t take long until Josh came around to ruin her peace.

Jocks, she thought.

How could she ever keep up a long conversation with a guy like that? The things he loves are the ones she despises, and she had lost count on how many grammar mistakes or slangs he had said so far.

There was no passion. There was no charm. God, there was no sarcasm in his words, and at that moment, she was begging for a literature reference to fill her ears like music.

One of the things she missed the most after their break up was definitely that intelligent way he handled the words. They would always be talking about important issues, their book discussions were thrilling and whenever he left her a note, she would spend hours admiring his lexical choices.

Jughead had certainly raised the bar too high in her life before he left, and she couldn’t help but hate him a little for that.

Fortunately, he was ready to come back and take the responsibilities over his actions.

“ So, Betsy, are you free this Friday night?”

“ Oh, Josh, I’m sorry, I—“

“ She’s kinda busy, man.” Jughead suddenly showed up from behind the girl, lazily resting his arm on her shoulder. There was a sly smirk on his face, and she couldn’t help but feel flustered when he winked at her.

Oh, that boy…

“ Excuse me?” Josh started, trying stand up for his ground. “ Who are you to answer for her, Jones?”

“ Well, I’m the guy who will be taking her out this Friday Night. Just for your information.”

“ Yeah, right…” Josh smirked, not believing the raven haired boy’s words. “ Betty is a good girl. She would never go out with a thug like you.”

“ Hey, Josh!” She started, her cheeks puffing in anger. “ He’s not a—“

“ It’s okay, Betts. He’s right. I’m a thug. I’m the future leader of the Serpents, and that certainly makes me a bad guy.”

“ Of course it does. You’re no good for her.”

“ You’re probably right about that.”

“Jug…” She whispered in concern as her eyes were looking for his.

“ I know I’m no good for her, but hey… It’s not like you’re not making any progress here, Ol’Mcdonald.”

A giggle escaped Betty’s lips, and Jughead couldn’t help but smile at that. They were both exchanging those secretive looks of theirs, and seeing how lost Josh was just made things a lot funnier at that moment.

When it comes to Betty Cooper, no one can beat Jughead Jones.

Especially not The-Third-Period-Asshole.

“What's so funny, Jones?”

“ Oh, don’t worry… It’s probably too much for your brain.”

“ You…  You don’t know who you’re messing with, you freak. I can—“

“ You can what?” Jughead started, leaning forward to glare at the jock. His eyes suddenly turned colder and intimidating, and it was as if the entire hallway went mute. During those past few weeks, he had certainly learned a thing or two from the Serpents, and if anything, he was never going to let people intimidate him again. He was not afraid of that guy.

That guy was afraid of him.

“ I-I… I will—“

“ I can’t hear you, man… Try using simple words like 'I’m sorry’ or just ‘okay’. And keep your voice down. Serpents don’t like loud noises.”

A drop of sweat ran down the back of his neck, and Jughead didn’t know exactly what changed his mind, but after muttering a really low ‘okay’, Josh walked away without even saying goodbye to Betty. He figured others wearing leather jackets had showed up behind him, and that image only made him hold up that smirk he had plastered on his face as they simply watched Josh walking away in such a hurried pace. All the other students that had witnessed the show were left confused, but ended up minding their own lives in fear of being tracked by one of the gang members.

Apparently, Kevin was right. The students really were afraid of him, and even if he wasn’t a fan of that situation, it would have to do for the time being.

If they were afraid, then, at least, they would keep him alone. And after that little show, they would also keep her alone.

Oh, but she wouldn’t keep him alone, for sure.

“ Jughead Jones, what did I tell you about scaring people!?” She was mad at him, her brows knitting down as she sent him the famous Cooper glare.

“ Oh, Betts…” His expression softened, and after taking his arm from her shoulder, he used his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “ What else was I supposed to do?”

“ I don’t know. Maybe being polite? God, that guy is terrified right now.”

“ Well, at least he won’t keep calling you Betsy anymore.” He smirked at her, and he could see how hard she tried to hold back her own smile after that.

“ That’s true, but scaring him felt a little too much.”

“ Trust me, Betts. He’s a big boy who knows how to clean himself. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“ Gosh, Jug…” She sighed, her lips finally lifting up a bit as she leaned her back against the locker. Her eyes searched for his, and at that moment, it was as if the whole threatening words had simply lost their importance for her. There was a soft expression on her face, and as she looked at him, he could feel himself slowly being pulled towards by her sweet magnetism. “ Why did you even do that for? I mean, I know you were bothered by him yesterday, but why suddenly changing into attacking mode?”

Jughead suddenly felt something changing inside of him. He hadn’t noticed before, but she was looking extremely gorgeous that morning. Her golden ponytail was as tight as ever, her eyes were shining with a kind spark, and her heart shaped lips looked especially soft as she stood less than an arm-length away from him. He could feel his eyes drafting from her eyes to her lips, and before he knew it, he was standing a lot closer than before, for her perfume was invading his nostrils now.

She smelled like summer, in a pure scent of vanilla and strawberry, and suddenly, he found himself lost in that game they’ve been playing for a while now. The words wouldn’t form in his head, and again, Jughead didn’t know how to actually answer that question.

Well, at least not with proper words.

The boy took one, deep breath before finally leaning in to press his lips against hers. It was soft— as he had expected— and he could feel a bunch of emotions rushing back in into his heart at the long lost touch. Even if he had been the one to make the move, the blonde answered that kiss almost immediately, and he could feel her smiling against his lips.

Betty was kissing him back. Damn it, he was actually kissing Betty after so long.

It was a chaste kiss for he was very aware of the eyes that were set on them, but it was still a kiss he wouldn’t forget that soon. Their lips moved in synch, and he didn’t really know when his hands found their way to her waist. He was pulling her closer with a certain pressure on his fingertips, and he knew if they didn’t stop that soon enough, he would certainly need to use the janitor’s room.

Sigh Hormones…

They soon parted that kiss, but their faces still remained pretty close to one another. Soft smiles were gracing their lips, and if not for the bell ringing on the background, neither of them would’ve moved from that incredibly comfortable position.

“ Finally…” Betty whispered. His lips turned into a smirk, for he knew she was not talking about the history class she would have up next.

“ I guess I needed a little push.”

“ You certainly did… Who would’ve thought all you needed was some competition, right, Juggie?” She teased, still not able to drop that silly smile that had taken over her lips.

“ Competition? Pff.. As if. None of those guys have a beanie as awesome as mine.”

She chuckled, taking her fingers to his face so she could play with his loosened lock of hair. She looked at his crown shaped beanie, too, but suddenly returned her gaze to his eyes. “ I guess you have a point… You know I’ve always had a thing for hats.”

“ That’s elementary, my dear Watson.”

Her cheeks turned redder, and at that moment, Betty could certainly say she was happy. Having him there, with her and making all those comments felt just too good and natural, as if he had never really stopped. She had missed his lips so much, and oh— she couldn’t wait for school to be over so they could make up for the lost time.

They were both happy at that moment, for they knew they were exactly where they should be. They were together and in love, and at that moment, nothing else mattered.

No Black Hood. No Serpents and certainly, no Third-Period-Asshole.

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sentences from 10 more of jenna’s videos -- feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! more jenna sentences

AN ADVENTURE IN PARAFFIN WAX

“You’re calling this a bad idea? I haven’t even started yet…!”

“You can’t hide behind bad ideas.”

“I’ll take one fuck me up fam and a knife, please.”

“All of my fucking dreams are coming true.”

“I did not anticipate it taking three fucking hours, but here we go.”

“Why don’t you snap me some nudes while we wait?”

“I look like the hamburger helper guy.”

“Imagine the power of this in the wrong hands. Those are my hands.”

“I like my nails like I like my life: a mess.”

“Are you judging me?”

“Considerate bukkake is the new genre of porn.”

“No good idea has ever come from my brain.”

“They will not let you do this at the salon because they clearly don’t like fun.”

“We don’t care about your safety, anyone else’s safety, or the fire code.”

“What, you don’t like fun?”

“I’ve invented a thing…! I’ve invented a thing that’s never existed before…! As far as I know…!”

“Are you impressed or what?”

“This has been bothering me for, like, fifteen years.”

“I invented fucking candle hands, okay?”

MAKING TINY THINGS FOR OUR HAMSTER 2

“Can I trust you with the scissors?”

“I swear to god, we’re gonna go to the hospital by the end of this video.”

“Go wash yourself, you’re nasty, and you need Jesus.”

“Babe, do you know what my astrological sign is?”

“It means that you’re fucking insane.”

“What are you writing on your hand?”

“Don’t write secrets about Joel Osteen on your hand.”

“This is fucking frustrating already.”

“Julien’s doing aries things again…”

“Now we have some time to talk about how you need to stop it.”

“If it comes out shitty, don’t make fun of me, okay?”

“This is fucking impossible.”

“It’s not exactly perfect, but we tried our best.”

“This took so much effort, oh my god.”

“When you’re dating me, do you ever just feel like, what the fuck?”

“I mean, this shit’s ridiculous.”

“I failed, I’m sorry, I’m trying my best.”

“Bitch, where the fuck am I?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a little ungrateful.”

“Not quite a success, but not quite a failure, so, sounds a lot like my life.”

GIVING MYSELF A PERM

“First of all, I have a wedding to go to this weekend, how can I fuck that up?”

“What can I do that I’ve always wanted to do?”

“I want a perm, but not like a full-blown one.”

“Excuse you, I have a living, breathing online resumé that I think more than qualifies me as a beauty professional.”

“Get fucked.”

“Yeah, this smells like ass.”

“I have a question for you, Julien. Why do you put up with me?”

“I haven’t gone to a professional hair dresser since, what, last December…?”

“I’d like one fuck me up fam.”

“Apparently, this stuff burns your skin and shit.”

“I feel like, if this works, you’re gonna be fuckin’ jealous.”

“I’m in the middle of something…!”

“I feel so disrespected.”

“This is mediocre at best, but we done did it.”

“Hey, that’s kind of dramatic.”

“Did you just spit on the floor…!?”

“Have you ever tried swatting flies with a knife?”

“It’s not time to dick around yet.”

“It’s always time to dick around, okay?”

“I just look like a dirtier version of myself.”

“Is it bad that I kinda like it?”

“This level of damage takes such hard work and dedication.”

“I’m having so much fucking fun right now, are you kidding me?”

“Touch this and tell me what it feels like?”

“For $8, this is an awful lot of fun.”

I SUCK AT PRANKS 3

“We’re just gonna have to freak out and do it.”

“Who, after a long day of hard work, doesn’t love to come home to a surprise prom?”

“He’s gonna be pissed, and it’s gonna make a mess.”

“Wait, who the fuck are you?”

“I hope that he’s too busy and doesn’t notice that I’m gone at all.”

“Is this even fucking worth it?”

“I will do anything to romance prank my boyfriend.”

“I’m a little disappointed, but it’s gonna be alright.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“No, you’re ruining prom…!”

“This bubble machine has more than paid for itself in fun.”

“Oh my god, I don’t know what to do, I’m not almost done.”

“Julien’s gonna be pissed, but that’s okay.”

“This is gonna be a disaster to clean up.”

“I didn’t expect him home this soon — he said 5 PM, and it is not 5 PM. I’m freaking out.”

“I’m not good at pranks or surprises.”

“Will you go to prom with me?”

“What is going on?”

“Am I being pranked?”

“What are you wearing?”

“We’re going to prom…!”

“I have to go, immediately.”

“I got a fog machine that doesn’t work.”

“Be very careful, it’s slippery.”

“Help yourself to some punch — it’s watermelon water and vodka.”

“You scared the shit out of me when I walked in.”

“This was amazing…!”

“Alright, clean this shit up.”

GOOGLE DEEP DIVE WITH ME 2

“I don’t know if I can take any more.”

“I’m literally losing my mind today.”

“That dog looks like it’s wearing dentures.”

“First of all, fuck her.”

“Don’t look at me, look at the road.”

“She’s gonna kill someone.”

“Nobody had a good time in Driver’s Ed.”

“How is that not against the law?”

“We’re having a really hard day.”

“There’s nothing to dislike about this…!”

“I’m invested in the story now.”

“This is my favorite channel on the Internet.”

“Get back here right now.”

“He just shot her…!”

“Dude, this guy’s a fuckin pro…!”

“He’s a legend. He’s an absolute legend.”

MY DOGS EATING PEANUT BUTTER FOR 3 MINUTES STRAIGHT

“Nothing serious is happening, you don’t need to be worried.”

“I’m just feeling not quite like myself today.”

“I thought to myself, what would make me happy today?”

“I love watching dogs — or any animal, really — eating peanut butter.”

“This is what I’m gonna make this week.”

SHAVING MY BOYFRIEND’S FACE

“You’re gonna have to teach me all of this.”

“Are you still gonna love me if I accidentally cut you?”

“Get you a man that loves you even if you cut him.”

“It’s a neck beard, and I don’t want one.”

“This part takes me approximately 30 seconds to do by myself.”

“Can I shave the rest of your body?”

“Can I use this on my legs?”

“That’s perfect, you’re doing really well.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“You bailed out?”

“This is a lot of trust I’m giving you right now.”

“I like when you praise me.”

“I think you look super hot… and a little crazy.”

“I feel so objectified.”

“Baby… you hardly shaved me.”

“I wanted to err on the side of caution.”

“I’m saving myself for marriage.”

“Can I shave your eyebrows?”

“Can I shave your head? Like, with a razor?”

“I’m ignoring you.”

“Are you complimenting yourself?”

“We can’t all be aries, okay? The world would be a fucking tornado and nothing would get done.”

“That is the definition of being nasty.”

“Alright, um, clean all this shit up.”

RECREATING FACE PAINTINGS

“Did I just call myself a lady?”

“This is what a grown woman does in her free time.”

“Just know that I’m putting my life at risk for you.”

“I hate the Internet.”

“This really isn’t off to a great start.”

“Orange isn’t gonna work, it’s too pale, because I am the color of that.”

“This shit is cute as fuck.”

“What about this says blowjob to you?”

“Oh, that’s terrifying…!”

“Do you like it or not…!?”

“There’s a cockroach in there, I’m gonna die.”

“Oh my actual god, that looks horrifying.”

“Are you the art police?”

“I have to go because there’s a cockroach lost in my house somewhere, and we’ve gotta burn it down.”

“It’s time to burn the house down, Julien.”

“I hope that you’re pleased with yourselves.”

PRANK CALLING PEOPLE BUT WE CAN’T HEAR THEM

“I’m not cut out for pranks. I just feel guilty the whole time.”

“I don’t feel bad pranking them - they deserve it.”

“Where are you? I’m looking for you, I can’t find you.”

“I told you to block your number…!”

“I’m super high.”

“You guys wanna get three-way married?”

“Did he just think I was high out of my mind?”

“I got high. I got too high.”

“Wait, is she actually having a breakdown or something?”

“I don’t know what to say!”

“It’s fun calling your friends like this.”

“I couldn’t say the word butthole to save my life.”

“This is just the lowest kind of humor, and sometimes, it’s what’s necessary in the world.”

“Alright, that’s it, that’s what we contributed to the world today.”

TEACHING MY BOYFRIEND HOW TO PITCH A SOFTBALL

“I was a pitcher in college, but, like, not a good one.”

“Look at me right now and tell me you’re not intimidated.”

“Get that off your fuckin head, you damn idiot.”

“This is fun, we’re having fun.”

“Oh my god, are you trying to kill me?”

“That’s good; you’re doing better than I thought you’d do.”

“How actually dare you?”

“Get your sweaty hat off of me.”

“This feels a lot like revenge, and I’m feeling pretty happy about it.”

“Don’t break it; it’s vintage and authentic.”

“You look like my mom and my dad.”

“You found a sport you’re not good at.”

“True life I killed my girlfriend.”

“This is not the sport for me.”

“I’m not gonna give in to your weird, sick fantasies today.”

“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“Everything hurts, but it’s good.”

“You look like you’re in genuine pain.”

“Who hurt you?”

“Respect me.”

“Now hit the showers.”

“Are you coming, or…?”

“One of us finished their college career.”

“I got hurt.”

“If you don’t fuckin let me down, I swear to god.”

“Pay me for my services…!”

“I’m gonna call the police…!”

[ibelongtonegan]

Role Play (Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Negan one-shot)

 This fic was inspired by this photo:

I loved the look on Jeffrey’s face here and kept thinking about how much of Negan there is in Jeffrey and vice versa. My mind got carried away and I came up with the idea of some role play. I’m sure Jeffrey likes to have a little fun as Negan like this every once in a while, don’t even try to tell me otherwise... So I wrote this hybrid fic of Jeffrey being Negan...or Negan being Jeffrey...okay, I don’t even know anymore!

I love Jeffrey and Hilarie together (#RelationshipGoals) but for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that he is single and very much looking.

Summary: you work on the set of the Walking Dead and have a crush on Jeffrey Dean Morgan. When you confess how fascinated you are by his portrayal of Negan, Jeffrey decides to stay in character and have some fun with you as Negan...

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Negan x Reader, Andrew Lincoln makes a cameo along with some TWD crew members

Word count: 3,906

Warnings: dirty talk, excessive amounts of sexual tension, Jeffrey being Negan (is this a legit warning even?), minor spoilers for TWD S08E01, role play, smutty vibes, swearing

Tags: @negans-network, @emoryhemsworth @ridingmoxley

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You can read this fic on AO3 and Wattpad as well.

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You took the shot exactly at the moment when he looked up at you. His face showed a mixture of surprise and amusement as his hazel eyes bore into your soul. It was one of those fleeting, fragile moments that are so hard to capture and can never be planned or recreated. Holding the baseball bat leisurely in his right hand Negan flashed you a devilish smile, his pearly whites glistening in the Georgia sunlight.

Once the photo was made, you lowered the camera and looked down on Jeffrey from your hiding spot with a shy smirk. You had been crouching on the metal stairs for a good half an hour waiting for the right opportunity to come along and the photo was the sweetest reward for your tenacity. 

"Gotcha, big guy," you teased tracing your lower lip with the tip of your tongue victoriously.

"Simon, get your ass down to the front yard immediately, we have a security breach. A gal sneaked in through the fence and is taking unsolicited photos of me," Jeffrey replied holding his right hand up to his mouth as if talking into a radio. His eyes were twinkling with mirth. “By the looks of it, she must be a spy from Alexandria working for Rick the prick.”

You stood up to stretch out and hissed quietly as the blood flow returned to your stiff limbs with a tingling sensation.

"Just following orders. Gimple wanted a couple of shots from this scene," you said shrugging your shoulders. It was partially true, Scott did ask you to take photos of Jeffrey as Negan for the upcoming promotional campaign of the new season but you chose this spot and angle. You liked watching him from up here during the shoot.

“I don’t know this Gimple guy, doll, but I sure as shit run the show here,” Jeffrey replied nonchalantly. He raised his hand to his mouth and spoke into his imaginary radio again. “And Simon, tell Dwight to fire up that furnace. I feel that some ironing is in order.”

While his words were playful, his voice was dark and cold, making you shiver instinctively. He was masterfully making you believe that you were, in fact, having a conversation with the leader of the Saviors himself.

“Oh, am I in trouble, Mr Negan?” you pouted, deciding to join in on the game. You loved teasing him with the little nickname, but there was a hidden meaning behind it that you had never dared to confess to Jeffrey. You had had a crush on him since the day you met and had a weak spot for him as Negan in particular, often fantasizing about him seducing you as the character. Watching him play the charismatic, brutal leader on the show was by far the best perk of your job as still photographer on the Walking Dead.

Jeffrey was easy to be photographed and an absolute dream to work with, for he didn't mind the intrusion of your camera into his mental and sometimes personal space even. He was always easy going and laid back on set, chatting and joking around with the cast and crew between takes and could switch back to ‘Negan mode’ (as you liked to call it) as soon as the director yelled "Action!". As Negan, he was charming, dangerous and absolutely irresistible. You often couldn’t take your eyes off of him, hypnotized by his mesmerizing portrayal of the character. Once the scene was finished, he got back to his cheerful, relaxed self just as quickly. This ability impressed you immensely.

It was the last scene before lunch break and people started heading in the direction of the craft service tent set up outside the abandoned metal processing factory that served as the location of the Sanctuary on the show. You put the camera away in your backpack and started walking down the stairs when you noticed Jeffrey waiting for you by the rusty railing. He was watching you intently with a smug expression on his face, evidently still in ‘Negan mode’.

"Oh, yes, doll, you are in big fucking trouble. Breaking in to my Sanctuary and sneaking up on me with a camera to spy for my enemies? That is a big fucking no-no. Not one bit of that shit flies here,” he replied with glee. “Care to join me for lunch so that we can discuss your punishment?" His words set a few dozens of butterflies loose in your stomach.

"What if I say no?" you asked with an innocent smile. You had no intention of refusing him, but couldn’t let the chance to tease him slip by. You stopped midway on the stairs and eyed him suggestively. “What if I made a run for it?” you pushed further and took a tentative step back up the stairs.

“I’m faster than you are. I’ll catch you anyway.” Negan was eyeing you like a hawk, ready to follow up on his promise if you decided to indeed flee from him.

You folded your arms in front of your chest and pouted at him defiantly. You enjoyed the thick tension in the air, invisible yet so prominent between the two of you that it made your forget about your surroundings completely. It felt as if you were starring in your own TV show with Negan as the villain and you as his captive, falling under his spell helplessly.

Sensing your hesitation, Negan’s eyed darkened in warning and he held out his hand towards you, beckoning you to him.

“You better not disobey me, doll. I can’t let something like that slide.”

A jolt of electricity run through your body from the hidden promise behind his words. For a moment you toyed with the idea of testing his stair climbing speed, but you knew better than to taunt Negan. You held his gaze prolonging the moment on purpose before finally lowering your arms to your sides with a shrug and a coy smile.

“Fine, I’m famished anyway.”

You continued walking down the stairs and took his outstretched hand obediently. He was still wearing Negan’s glove and the touch of the leather made you shiver instinctively. You wondered what the soft fabric would feel like exploring other parts of your body...

As your feet touched the ground, Negan pulled your body close to his making you let out a small yelp of surprise. “I can see what you are doing, doll. You enjoy playing with fire?” he growled at you, his breath hot against your face. You felt like he could read your mind and knew exactly what you were thinking about only moments ago.

"You know, Jeff, I love how you can switch in and out of character between takes. Watching you play Negan is a real treat," you complimented trying to fish your mind out of the gutter by changing the subject. “And it’s kinda hot, too,” you confessed feeling your cheeks heat up.

Thinking back on this moment later, you didn’t understand what had gotten into you. The words just slipped out of your mouth uncontrollably. You blamed it on the close proximity of his body and the masculine scent of leather and tobacco combined with his spicy cologne that you would have been able to pick out from a million fragrances. It was Negan from head to toe. Or Jeffrey. Maybe both? You weren’t sure anymore. 

“Is that so, doll? You find me hot?” he inquired, a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction clear in his expression. “Interesting. But I have no idea what character you’re talking about. And I don’t know any Jeff here,” he stated, visibly enjoying your sheepishness. “I’m Negan and you are coming with me to lunch. Chop, chop!”

With that he put his arm around your shoulder and guided you across the now empty yard towards the craft service tent, while keeping Lucille, Negan’s beloved baseball bat propped over his shoulder. You had to admit that it was both intimidating and alluring. He had hugged you before, in fact he was quite touchy-feely with you making your heart leap every time his hand accidentally brushed against yours or whenever he gave you one of his signature bear hugs in greeting. But this time was different. He now walked, talked and behaved like Negan, as if he had left the character of Jeffrey back on set this time. And being touched by Negan was like a wet dream come true.

The exact details of how you reached the tent and then managed to carry a lunch tray laden with a salad, main dish and a glass of water to your table without dropping all of it on the floor with your arms and legs shaking like a Christmas pudding was beyond you, but you did it somehow. Jeffrey kept his arm around you until he was forced to remove it to be able to grab a tray for himself. You were missing the warmth of his touch around you instantly.

You took a seat at a table in the back in order to get some privacy in the otherwise pretty much packed tent that was by now buzzing with members of the cast and crew. Everybody was busy chatting and eating, seemingly oblivious to your lunch date with Negan. You couldn’t help but giggle under your breath from the absurdity of the situation. It felt like the two of you were sharing a dirty little secret that nobody else in the world had any knowledge of.

Jeffrey sauntered over to the table with his tray and a shit-eating Negan grin plastered all over his handsome face. He was having way too much fun with this little role play he invented. But two could play that game and you were more than ready to accept his challenge and rise up to it.

Your plan for playing on equal ground was quickly overturned however, when Negan took a seat right next to you, instead of occupying the seat opposite you. His closeness was thrilling already but as he sat down, he spread his legs wide, pressing his right knee against your leg deliberately. He acted as if he hadn’t even noticed it and didn’t bother to move his leg back, clearly enjoying the physical contact only the two of you were aware of, your legs being hidden from prying eyes under the simple oak table board. He gently removed Lucille from under his arm, where it was held securely with his hands being occupied with the tray and placed her down on the seat next to him.

“So, what shall we do with this little spy?” he inquired casually while taking a sip of his Coca Cola. You never understood his unconditional love for the sugary drink.

“I don’t know, but if I see her, I’ll let you know,” you smirked at him, mentally high-fiving yourself for your clever remark, while mirroring his actions by taking a sip of your mineral water.

But your sense of complacency evaporated right away, when Jeffrey leaned close to your ear, practically growling at you.

“Feeling sassy today? Believe me, doll, you won’t be anymore once I’m done with you.”

His words made you almost spit your drink at your tray and you started coughing heavily. Negan let out a low chuckle and started caressing your back in circles to comfort you. The tip of his fingers traced down your spine and moved along the skin that was exposed below your shirt leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“So, tell me, doll, how should I punish you for breaking my rules?” he continued taking a bite of his lasagne.

Your eyes unconsciously followed the fork watching mesmerized as it disappeared into Jeffrey’s mouth. The movement was slow and sensual and you felt like he was doing it on purpose to mindfuck you, just like Negan would. Well, if that was his intention, he succeeded, but frankly you would have preferred if he gave you another kind of fucking.

Scolding yourself for acting like a horny teenager, you averted your gaze back to your plate as if the mushroom risotto had a particularly interesting item in it. But Negan was having none of it and Jeffrey held out his hand to lift your chin up, making you meet his eyes.

“Answer me,” he commanded in a raspy voice.

The intensity of his stare made you gulp hard and you felt like losing yourself in his dark orbs.

“What can I say? I have a hard time following orders,” you answered simply. “It’s more fun to break them,” you added with a coquettish smile.

“I can see that and will rectify the issue shortly.” His voice was dripping with menace and allure. “But first tell me why you find me hot. All the dirty details. And I want the truth on this one,” he ordered with a smirk and let go of your chin.

“Well, Mr Negan. Where should I begin...,” you started clearing your throat. “You’re foul-mouthed, brutal and kind of a sociopath. What’s not to love?”

Your comment earned a hearty chuckle from him as he put another bite of pasta in his mouth with unearthly elegance.

“But at the same time you are quite handsome, smart and dominant. I find that very, very hot indeed. Especially the dominant part,” you declared wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin.

“Is that so?” Negan inquired raising his eyebrows.

“It makes me wonder if you are that dominant in other areas as well?” you stated rather than asked as if you were having a casual chat over lunch and not flirting unashamedly with the one and only Negan himself.

“Other areas?” he questioned poking out his tongue at the corner of his lips in a very Negan-like gesture.

“Like the bedroom, for instance,” you responded keeping your gaze on your plate and trying to maintain a neutral tone.

“Are you trying to flirt your way out of being punished?” he rasped against your neck seductively.

“Maybe,” you quipped, finally looking up at him.

He studied your face for a brief moment, before his mouth curled up into a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Well, you tried. But you owe me a punishment and I intend on collecting. You being honest with me makes me inclined to go easy on you this time though. Just this once.”

You raised your index finger to your lips and started drumming against your skin as if contemplating his offer.

“That’s very generous of you, Mr Negan. But I may or may not learn through the easy way, who knows? Can’t make any promises,” you casually informed him twirling a loose strand of hair around your index finger seemingly absentmindedly but in fact quite deliberately. “Maybe you should go rather hard on me?”

Your proposal elicited a low grunt from Negan, just as you imagined the character to react to your cheekiness. His eyes darkened and he leaned closer to your ear, his nose almost brushing against your hair.

“Oh, doll, you have no idea how hard I...”

“Can I join you guys for lunch?” a deep voice spoke from the other side of the table.

You and Jeffrey both looked up simultaneously only to find Andrew Lincoln putting down his tray opposite you.

“It’s bloody hot today, isn’t it?” he declared cheerfully in his Southern drawl, instead of his native British accent. It seemed like Jeffrey was not the only actor who liked to stay in character off camera, you thought to yourself.

“Sorry, Rick, but I have to discuss something with this pretty little gal here in private, if you don’t mind. I’ll talk to you later in Alexandria,” Negan asserted with a firm but friendly look.

Andrew looked surprised to find his enemy on the show sitting at the table but recovered quickly.

“Uhm, sure thing...Negan,” he winked, effectively joining in on your game without knowing what he was joining in on really. He picked up his tray and went to take a seat with the rest of the cast at a table in the middle.

“Sorry, doll, but Ricky-Dicky Grimes has an uncanny ability to disturb me at the most inconvenient time possible.” Negan remarked returning his gaze to you. “Like attacking my Sanctuary the other day with his little mudflaps. It’s quite annoying, but I kinda grew fond of him, you know, so I guess I’ll keep him around for a little longer,” he mused as if sharing his battle plan with you. “Oh, shit, I shouldn’t be telling you this of all people, little spy.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at his flawless return to the character.

“My bad. Now I definitely have to teach you a lesson to make you keep your mouth shut,” he sighed out with feigned frustration.

“I can think of a good way to do that,” you cajoled and took his right hand to lift it to your mouth. Parting your lips slightly you inserted the tip of his index finger into your mouth, licking the lower part of it with your tongue languidly. Negan was watching your every move intently and his lips parted involuntarily in sync with yours. Spreading a generous amount of saliva on his finger, you bit the soft flesh gently before releasing it from your mouth with a pop and lowering it back on the table.You stared deep into Jeffrey’s eyes and Negan looked back at you, his gaze clouded with desire.

“Don’t tempt me, doll or I will slide my dick down your throat right here for the whole Sanctuary to see. Or maybe I should bend you over this fucking table and spank that beautiful ass of yours until it’s red and sore from my hand and then fuck you until you scream my name?”

His words made your skin flush and you could tell he picked up on your body’s primal reaction by the way his pupils dilated. He could have followed up on his promise in front of the entire cast and crew, you couldn’t have cared less.

“I thought you wanted me to keep my mouth shut,” you groaned and sucked your lower lip between your teeth.

Negan’s hazel eyes went to your mouth and he cupped your cheek gently.

“You enjoy teasing me? You have no idea what that makes me want to do to you right now,” he husked in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin.

“Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt, but Greg wants to re-shoot the last scene. Apparently there was some kind of a problem with the footage. We need you, Jeff, back in the set in 5 minutes.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere the 2nd AD appeared by your table, visibly nervous about having to cut Jeffrey’s lunch break short with the news.

You noticed a muscle starting to tick on Negan’s jaw. He wasn’t pleased with being interrupted for the second time now during your date but composed himself and looked up at the tall man who was waiting for his answer patiently.

“Sure, I’ll be right there, Matt, just give me a minute,” Jeffrey replied with a kind smile looking back to you immediately, clearly dismissing the guy. The AD nodded politely and walked down the line of tables in a hurry, searching for one of the extras.

“We better go before Nicotero sends somebody else after you,” you suggested, disappointed that your conversation was cut short right when things were about to heat up.

“We could still have time for a quickie,” Negan winked at you conspiratorially and put his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your sex. His touch felt like electricity, making you jump and kick the leg of the table clumsily in the process. Your paper cup fell over, spilling its contents on the table.

“Shit!” you muttered, jumping up quickly to escape the water that was flowing your way, ready to drip from the edge of the table at any second.

You picked up a couple of paper napkins from the holder to clean up the mess when you felt Negan leaning against you from behind, his solid hard-on pressing into your ass.

“Here, let me help you with his, doll. We don’t want you to get wet, now do we?” he purred against your neck, grabbing a couple of napkins himself.

His face was only an inch away from yours and you felt his hot breath fanning your skin. The double meaning of his words made it almost impossible to concentrate on the task as your mind went south again, where you felt all the liquid had landed, even though not a single drop had escaped the surface of the table.

“Do you feel how hard you made me?” he murmured in your ear, flexing his hips and pressing his cock into you more firmly. “I could blow my load right now just from rubbing myself against your sweet ass.”

Your only reply was a desperate whimper and you had to close your eyes in an attempt to calm your overstimulated senses.

“But I have the feeling that I’m not the only one on edge here. I bet if I slid my hand in your panties, I would find a creamy little mess down there,” Negan taunted with a dark chuckle, as he continued to rub himself against you in a painfully slow rhythm.

You muffled a cry that was begging to escape your mouth and lowered your head submissively. His nose brushed against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Even through the haze of your arousal you were astonished that still nobody in the tent have noticed your unashamed foreplay.

“Sorry, doll, but we have to delay that lesson a little bit. But don’t think I’m done with you yet. Not even close,” Negan whispered the last sentence into your ear, earning a silent whine from you.

“Is this a threat...or a promise?” you probed in a shaky voice, seemingly still busy wiping the now completely dry surface of the table.

“You’ll find out soon. Very, very soon,” Negan hissed darkly.

He gave your ass a light spank, making you let out an involuntary yelp of surprise and arousal. You looked around nervously but everybody was chatting away or eating their lunch, completely unaware of him practically dry-humping you merely a couple of feet away.

“To be continued,” he whispered in your ear and was on his way back to the set before you could say anything.

You watched the back of his black leather jacket disappear at the entrance of the tent, his scent still lingering in your nose along with the heat of his touch on your skin.

If only life hadn’t yelled ‘Cut!’ on your steamy scene together...

You were pulled out of your reverie by your phone vibrating. You fished it out of your pocket and your heart skipped a beat when a text message popped up on the screen.

Your lips spread into a wicked grin when the first message was soon followed by another one.

Now that was an order you were finally more than eager to follow...

[yukipri]

Random text HCs for the YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - Adults 03

So I actually initially wrote this headcanon post in response to an ask, but the answer got super long so I decided to make it a headcanon post instead of an ask response ^ ^ The ask in question:

DEFINITELY not a quick answer HAHA!!

So! This post will talk about my headcanons for their pheromone scents ^ ^

So as my Future!Verse AU is technically A/B/O, pheromones are a thing that most adults have. Everyone has their own unique scent, which can then be colored by their emotions/mental state. Some people just have more naturally potent scents, others not as much, and some people fluctuate. Some people also project their scents, while others are skilled at intentionally hiding/broadcasting/otherwise manipulating them. There’s more detailed info on pheromones in this AU in my World-Building essay, under “Pheromones.”

This headcanon post primarily talks about their individual scents.

Should note that pheromone scents and regular smelling scents are a bit different, and not exactly comparable. While inhaled the same way, pheromone scents are like a separate 6th sense, and are also said to sometimes transfer into a tinge of flavor on the individual’s skin. For the purposes of this ask, I’ll mostly try to use scents/colors/visuals to help describe how I imagine it, but these are by no means meant to be taken literally, and other people smelling the same pheromones could probably describe them differently ^ ^;

Victor

Victor is on the far extreme end of the alpha spectrum in terms of pheromone intensity. He’s had very little reason to restrain his pheromones growing up, so his natural state is to just let them fly around him, and they’re STRONG. For people with exceptionally sensitive noses who aren’t used to him, standing next to him is like having a megaphone in your ear and it can honestly make your eyes water, it hurts. Usually these people would describe it as “like something burning, it stings!” as the potency of the scent alone kinda washes out the delicacies of it.

Yuuri used to not have a very sensitive nose, so he was never particularly bothered by Victor’s scent though even he was aware his broadcasting in Hasetsu basically screamed “FOREIGNER!!!” and floated a giant arrow above his head. He thought there might be an undercurrent of something smokey, woodsy, dark, deep, and rich. As he gets to know Victor better and also becomes more receptive to his pheromones, he definitely thinks Victor’s pheromones feel deeper, like he’s being sucked into a bottomless well of mahogany-colored honey the closer he leans. There’s a hint of something that might be sweet, might be spice, but when he tries to pursue it he just feels himself getting lost in the depths of the scent. It’s thick, and clings to everything Victor touches. Yuuri sorta gets why omegas flock to Victor by scent alone, it has that kind of magnetism and almost inevitable pull that draws the gaze and then the body.

Yet despite how Yuuri can definitely smell when Victor’s unsettled and it’s swirling, Victor’s still hard to read even after all these years, rarely letting any emotions tint his pheromones. When they do, it’s like a slight temperature change, or like in the saturation of color, and hard to define exactly what he’s feeling.

Yurio

Yurio’s also an alpha on the far end of the spectrum in terms of pheromone intensity, but in a very different way from Victor. When he first presented and his pheromones were haywire, they were literally all over the place as is typical of freshly-presented people with strong pheromones. Sometimes they’d spike, other times down to nothing. If the strength of Victor’s pheromones is like unmovable pressure, Yurio’s is sharp, like the razor edge of an unavoidable blade that cuts deep and leaves an impression before it’s gone. As he gets older, he learns more control and his scent stabilizes strong, but even so the pressure is less solid, more like a sharp blade skillfully pressed against skin not hard enough to draw blood but with ever present threat that sends zings of electricity up Yuuri’s spine when it presses just a bit deeper before backing off. But other times, when Yurio wants it to hurt and intimidate, it can cut, compared to Victor’s method of drown.

In terms of flavor, it’s also very different from Victor’s. It’s colorful, and changeable, extremely vibrant and volatile. Yuuri wants to say there’s always a strong undercurrent of spice, but sometimes it leans towards sweet, other times spicy, sometimes confused what it wants to be but always demanding to be noticed. It’s hot and burns bright, sears his skin rather than covers it. People tend to imagine it more as red/warm, but he can instantly turn to a cold biting blue too, and it’s always sparking, flashing other colors. Unlike Victor whose emotions don’t bleed through, Yurio’s do, boy they do. When he’s pissed, his pheromones swirl around him like a tornado, searing bright white at its core, making everyone avert their eyes and give him a wide berth. When he’s upset, even if he’s not moving his emotions lash out in cold icy whips, daring anyone to get close. When he’s happy the whole room lights up and seems to get a few degrees warmer, with bright tendrils wrapping all over those close to him. He’s been training with Phichit to try to hide his emotions better when he doesn’t want them to be known, but it’s still a work in progress even as an adult and definitely doesn't come naturally to him ^ ^;

Phichit

Phichit’s the master of pheromone control in this AU. His natural pheromones are those of an alpha in the upper mid range, projecting the image of someone much bigger and bulkier than he actually is, if not nearly as painfully intimidating as Victor or Yurio. But around a year after he presented at sixteen, due to some plot-relevant events he decided he needed to train pheromone control and did so obsessively, even taking a brief break from skating to train with some masters back in Thailand.

Pheromone control, at its most basic level, is simply controlling the amount one projects their natural pheromones or conceals them, the default level of which varies for every individual. In some cultures, learning how to conceal pheromones is socially mandatory, though some may struggle. At the intermediate level, it’s learning how to keep emotions from bleeding in too vibrantly, or to project genuine emotions to show sincerity. This level is common among skilled businessmen and is also a valuable social skill in some cultures. At the master level, it’s absolute control, the ability to create and manipulate scents that aren’t there to begin with by sheer will power and making them real. It requires superior acting skills, enough to convince your own body that’s the reality. This may mean projecting emotions one may not actually feel in order to influence others, such as projecting calm, or intimidation. It could also mean subtly altering ones natural pheromones so an alpha may pass as beta, possibly even omega. At the most extreme sends of scent potency, it may mean suppressing one’s pheromones to the point of erasure, becoming pheromonally “invisible” like deltas, or the other far end, sharpening and projecting ones pheromones in “pheromonal violence” intentionally meant to cause physical pain.

Phichit’s been honing his skills ever since he first began and has long surpassed the skills of any average person. Even Yuuri doesn’t know the full extent of what he can do, and it honestly sometimes terrifies him. Phichit’s always been good in social situations, but his ability to casually exude calm or welcome certainly helps put people at ease around him when they otherwise would be wary, and sometimes it honestly seems like magic. Phichit began training in the first place so he could be with Yuuri in situations where other alphas couldn’t; he can pass as “beta” and be close to Yuuri without provoking his omega pheromones, or he can even pass as omega when Yuuri needs that too.

Controlling his pheromones and letting out only what he wants to let out is so natural now that it’s a part of Phichit, and Yuuri knows this and would never tell him to just “be himself” in a way that takes away his control. At the core though, Yuuri feels that Phichit’s pheromones are always warm, and that basking in their presence is like sitting in a lovely bright patch of sunlight on a cool day, comforting and undemanding but oh so welcoming. Not a solid, but as natural and necessary as air, golden in color, and warm like freshly baked bread.

Minami

Minami is a gamma-alpha, which in the context of this AU means that he’s on the border of beta and alpha and that his pheromones are naturally fluid, fluctuating between “beta” and “alpha” modes based on his environment and the external pheromones he’s exposed to and his emotional state. Yuuri thinks both his beta and alpha modes smell similar, despite being different, almost like twins. In beta mode, his scent is much milder, typical of the secondary, but with an undeniable undercurrent of something vibrating with energy. It’s warm, less like the all encompassing environmental warmth of Phichit, more like holding a warm body close, solid and familiar but slightly muted, like through a soft sweater or perhaps fur. There’s also the taste of something savory, nothing too greasy or heavily spiced but warm and filling and fresh off the stove…

As an alpha, all these scents are ramped way up, like the frosted glass of a light bulb being removed. The warmth is now pure heat, comparable to Yurio, hot and almost feverish but dry. It feels like it should scald, almost surprising that it doesn’t. The scent that was previously content to just touch now wraps around and encompasses, slightly constricting, unwilling to let go. Yuuri imagines this color to be a darker, richer gold, almost with an auburn tint, tinged almost black at the edges.

Minami’s trying desperately to learn control, but it’s frustrating to him because unlike everything else he can achieve by throwing himself at it and working his ass off, as a gamma he can’t control or predict when his alpha mode is switched on, and therefore he’s always a bit unprepared for the sudden ramping up of his senses and the increased potency of his own scent and that of those around him (especially Yuuri). He’s getting better at it, but as a result his emotions not only bleed heavily into his alpha mode, but his emotions are sometimes reverse affected by the pheromones themselves, leading to some extreme mood swings and actions when he’s provoked or threatened with little control.

It’s why he’s most likely to pick a physical fight with other alphas threatening Yuuri. But despite the physical boost perks as an alpha, he’s much more level headed as a beta, and he prefers his “beta” mode when he needs to be stable, such as when dealing with medical emergencies or teaching the kids. After becoming Yuuri’s student, and later his mate, he learns to better predict and even intentionally trigger his own mode switches, which becomes easier and easier with Yuuri’s presence at his side to guide him.

Yuuri

Yuuri only had super faint pheromones until post “canon” timeline, aka all of his teen and part of his young adult life. He was considered technically omega because of his reproductive abilities, but in terms of international pheromone standards he was beta, leaning almost delta spectrum in terms of scent visibility. Like sure, you could tell that he’s a presented adult, but other than that, not much. His family and Yuu-chan assured him that it wasn’t a bad scent, pleasant if anything, sorta unassuming and blends well with everything else, which is a good thing! Kinda like the white rice in a rice dish, like katsudon! You don’t really notice the smell of the rice itself behind the steaming pork, eggs, onions, sauce etc., but it’s a necessary undercurrent!  Warm and filling, good white rice is perfectly fine on its own too, even if it doesn’t have the richest flavor.

The first person to tell him anything counter to this was Phichit. Phichit can maybe see where people are coming from but can’t really agree with that description himself, and later hypothesizes that if he had met Yuuri after presenting, he might have been able to smell that. As it is, he met Yuuri when he was unpresented, and was already pretty close to him when he presented (which Yuuri helped him through). And he was already very, VERY aware of his own growing feelings towards Yuuri before that happened…

Yuuri was the first person Phichit ever scented pheromones on, and it was honestly like a sledgehammer to the face. A nice one, he rushes to add at Yuuri’s pained expression, but like, still sorta painful and hyper direct and blunt, most likely as a result of him being freshly presented and super sensitive. Even as he gets used to pheromones, Yuuri’s scent more or less stays the same. Many omegas smell sweet, like a dessert or ripe fruit, or possibly even floral sweet, like any combination of stereotypically “feminine” things in our universe. Phichit wouldn’t quite call Yuuri a dessert, if a food, definitely a main savory dish of some sort. Kinda pale in color, not pure white but milky, tinted warm. Sorta thick, but without putting up resistance, like smooth cream. There’s some noticeable sweetness, but it’s rounded, subtle, hidden, and makes Phichit want to press his tongue against Yuuri’s skin to find it. But despite all the soft stuff on the surface, there’s an undercurrent of something more vibrant and volatile, sometimes like a bright flash of color that gives a jolt of warmth, sometimes something darker that explodes into flavor at just a slight touch that roils with Yuuri’s emotions.

Yuuri bluntly tells Phichit that doesn’t sound very pleasant and is confusing, and gives him the cold shoulder (for only a few minutes though).

Victor totally got the “rice” analogy at first, and tbh he didn’t even notice Yuuri’s scent at all. At the banquet it was completely covered by alcohol, and at Hasetsu it was blown away in the wind. Victor didn’t mind, he doesn’t consider pheromones to be necessary to be attracted to someone, but as they get closer, he starts scenting something on Yuuri with increasing persistence, and it baffles him a bit until he realizes it’s Yuuri’s scent. He agrees with Phichit’s description, but adds that it seems sweeter, richer now–but less like an actual edible item, or even perfume on skin, but almost like the scent of a candle, warm and fluttering when lit, so good he can almost taste it and can’t get enough of it and close enough to feel the heat–but frustratingly physically intangible beyond that.

Yurio has a similar experience to Phichit, Yuuri’s scent being the first pheromones he smells (hell, his entire presenting was basically triggered by them). Yuuri’s scent has grown much stronger now, to the point most of his rink mates do a double take and frown at the almost omega-like scent lingering around who they assumed was a beta, and Yurio wonders if this is what a drug addiction is like. He’s still very much in denial of any feelings he may have for Yuuri, but he literally feels physically ill when he goes too long without scenting Yuuri’s pheromones. Reluctant to say anything positive about Yuuri, he heatedly claims that everything else in the world just smells unbearably strong and nasty, like thick unbreathable smog, and Yuuri just happens to be the one patch of okay-ish fresh clean air. NO that’s NOT a compliment, those are like, super low standards!!

Years later, a much more honest and mature Yurio describes Yuuri’s scent as something like the inside of his thigh, juicy and bitable but you probably shouldn’t literally eat it (though it’s super easy to mark up with your mouth), soft and squishy and pale but under that, steel corded muscle. (Yuuri may have smacked him for saying such an embarrassing thing out loud)

Yuuri’s scent continues to bloom, and as a married man with kids, no one can now mistake him for anything but an omega, though he often gets double takes on the streets because his physique doesn’t fit the physical stereotype of an omega. While the rice analogy really no longer fits, if one thing it’s that Yuuri’s scent still melds with and compliments other scents, and that his own “natural” scent is seemingly always colored by that of his mates. When they scent him to get their pheromones to stick, it’s different from just scenting any other person, but seems to meld into his skin itself to subtly flavor his natural scent, like an emotion, but different. While the concept itself makes them all feel a bit warm, it’s also a bit of a pain because this makes it easier for strangers to assume that it’s Yuuri’s natural scent, not making the connection that it was a possessive scent mark until the mate in question personally appears. But even as Yuuri’s scent becomes more visible to others, those he’s attached to and reciprocate are the only people who can smell the full extent of his pheromones.

Should note that Yuuri also doesn’t have too much control over his pheromones, as for most of his life he didn’t really need to. Phichit’s been working with him, though it all goes to shit when he gets hit by his heats... ^ ^;

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Poker Face

They Call Me the Cavalry (BadassNinja)

Summary:

Phil. Melinda. Strip poker. This will be fun.

Notes:

May said Phil was terrible at poker and that got me thinking. This is sorta au. I have been working on this on and off for a couple of months now and it just kept getting longer and longer - it was only supposed to be 1000-2000 words. Whoops, here's like 7000 words. Hope you enjoy :)

You can read it here or on AO3 or ff.net

Poker Face

The walls are vibrating with the heavy bass emanating from the large speakers surrounding the crowded dance floor as he enters the room. It's packed with recruits from all of the three academies, a rare occasion and what is most likely going to end up as a memorable night, or a disaster. Bright coloured lights shine and flash from across the dance floor lighting up the dimly lit room. They're in one of the old training warehouses that isn't used anymore, and he thinks that whoever did it up for tonight did an impressive job. Heading over to the large barrel filled with ice, he fishes himself out a beer and looks to find his friends.

“Coulson!” Garrett calls out to him waving a hand for him to come over.

“Hey,” he greets his fellow recruit and friend where he is standing with a bunch of other recruits that he doesn't know.

Garrett introduces them all briefly and he smiles and nods at them politely, some of them are from Operations and some of them are from Scitech.

“You guys wanna play poker?” Garrett asks gesturing to an area towards the back of the large warehouse where there is a doorway leading to a room off to the side.

“Are you keen to lose again?” A petite young Asian girl asks as she joins the group raising an eyebrow at Phil's friend with a teasing smirk pulling at her lips.

Garrett takes a drink of his beer and points at the girl, “you just got lucky that time May,” he tells her.

May doesn't say anything but throws him a challenging look as she stands tall with her arms crossed over her chest. Phil can tell simply by the way she stand and holds herself that she is from Operations, she has the stance of a warrior. May, the name sounds familiar he thinks as he drinks his beer, before realisation suddenly dawns on him. This petite young Asian girl is Melinda May, one of the strongest recruits the academy has ever seen in Operations. There’s been quite a bit of talk that he’s heard from Fury about how Director Carter snatched her away from the CIA. Hand picked by the Director herself. Apparently great things are expected from this girl.

“Phil’s got game you know,” Garrett pipes up trying to take the girl’s attention off him and almost making Phil choke on his beer.

May's eyes slide over from Garrett, looking Phil over critically before smiling as if in on a private joke.

“You've got game?” She asks him with a hint of sarcasm to her voice.

He feels himself puff up just a little indignantly at that and raises his eyes to hers in challenge.

“Yes, I've got game,” he states as if daring her to contradict him.

“Really,” she tilts her head at him in a way that could be considered adorable if he didn't find her quite so intimidating.

Seriously though, the girl probably just reaches his shoulder and yet she can make him feel only four feet tall with that intense stare of hers.

“Prove it,” she challenges him jutting her chin out.  

He raises his eyebrows not quite sure whether to take the bait or not. If he doesn't though, he knows he's going to be remembered as the guy that's all talk, the guy that walked away from a challenge. He won't let that happen.

“Fine,” he replies in a thankfully confident sounding tone, “what are the stakes?”

May opens her mouth to speak when Garrett cuts in loudly drowning her out.

“Strip poker!” He shouts out raising his beer to which the other guys in the group raise their bottles to.

Phil feels the blood drain from his face at the prospect of having to shed his clothing. Looking at May, she seems completely unfazed by Garrett’s choice of stakes as she takes a sip of her own drink with a neutral expression on her face.

He has not drunk enough beer for this.

After another quickly downed drink Phil finds himself pushed into a chair sitting opposite May as several others take their places at the table, Garrett included. There’s a combination of recruits from Operations, Communications and even Scitech. They all agree to playing a simple five card draw and the player with the worst hand loses their clothing. Garrett picks up the deck of cards, shuffling it in a practiced manner before deftly dealing them all their cards. Phil reminds himself to keep his face neutral, not let his emotions betray him. He slides two cards from his hand and Garrett deals him  two more from the deck. May watches him. Face carefully guarded in an expression that is impossible to read. She’s good.

Once everyone is ready they show their hands.

He feels a surge of relief wash over him as he finds his two of a pair beats Garrett’s high card. His dignity is safe for just a little while longer. Garrett lets out a laugh as everyone at the table looks at him expectantly.

“Take it off,” Henley, one of the other players - a recruit from Operations - calls making a few catcalls as Garrett shucks off his jacket.

Garrett winks at him leaning back in his chair confidently, obviously losing is not too much of a concern for Phil’s friend. Collecting up the cards, Garrett shuffles them all again before dealing them out. He tries to hide his victorious smile as he picks up his cards, looking up to find May watching him once again, there is the barest hint of a smirk on her lips and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t find her the tiniest bit attractive.

Several more rounds in and a small smile lifts his lips as his three of a kind keeps him safe for the  round. Henley tells the rest of the group to settle down as he pulls the belt from his jeans, left with only his jeans having lost his shirt, shoes and socks earlier in the night. Garrett is in a similar situation sitting in just his jeans. Phil is doing only slightly better and still has his jeans and his shirt. May is sitting across from him, quite comfortably, mostly dressed except for the leather jacket she had shed earlier along with her boots sitting neatly beside her chair. Wright, a female recruit from Scitech had bailed out on the last round after having to strip out of her jeans. Now it’s just down to the four of them, he, Henley, Garrett and May. Garrett lets out a loud whoop as Wright returns, now clothed and with an assortment of drinks in her arms. She hands them out to all of them. Phil discards three cards from his hand and tries to mask his disappointment as he looks at the new cards he’d been dealt. It is a rubbish hand.

“Ah Phil!” Garrett cheers a little drunkenly as it is now his turn to shed a piece of clothing.

Smiling at the rest of the group he reaches behind him grabbing a hold of the back of his t-shirt and tugs it over his head. Garrett claps him on the shoulder before collecting all the cards up again, shuffling them and then dealing. Glancing up he catches May looking over his chest nibbling her lower lip thoughtfully, making a sudden rush of warmth rise up to his face. May loses the next round, shrugging nonchalantly with a smug grin as she slips a sock off. Then Henley, who is left in just his boxers. He insists that he can keep playing but no one is really too keen on having him exposed down to all his naked glory, not matter how convinced he is in his drunken state that he looks “ damn fine”. Then it is just down to he, Garrett and May.

Garrett is louder than his usual self after several drinks in his system, and his filter seems to have been completely obliterated as well.

“Aww come on May,” he whines as she loses the next round and simply removes her other sock.

She smirks at him teasingly with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“What, worried I’ll last longer than you?” She quips back at him in a mock sultry tone, which Phil actually finds kinda hot.

“I’m not worried about that babe, I could go all night,” Garrett winks at her with an almost arrogant expression on his face.

May rolls her eyes at him ignoring Garrett’s usual antics. A small smile does pull at her lips however when Garrett  loses the next round, along with his jeans. Now it is just down to the two of them, and he can feel his heart rate increasing as her dark brown eyes lock on him. After quickly throwing his shirt and jeans back on Garrett deals out the cards. Phil loses the next round though, his belt slithering through the loops on his jeans to join the pile of clothes on the table. May raises an eyebrow at him causing him to duck his head slightly as Garrett yells at them to get a room. He is however promptly silenced by a firm glare from May.

The next round however, Phil cannot hide the triumphant grin that spreads across his face as he lays down his hand, a full house. May raises an eyebrow before revealing her hand, three queens, a four and a seven. Eyes staring straight at him, she reaches a hand down towards the hem of her tank top and it suddenly hits him. Melinda May, one of the most renowned recruits in Operations is about to strip in front of him. Well, sort of strip in front of him.

Nervously he swallows, trying hard not to stare embarrassingly at her. It’s so hard though, especially as she looks directly at him, as if there is only the two of them in the room. Inadvertently he sucks in a breath as she lifts up her top, revealing her toned stomach and a large expanse of smooth and unblemished porcelain skin. Deftly, she removes the top from over her head, running her fingers through her hair to settle it after being slightly mussed by the movement. Garrett lets out a whistle and Phil cannot help but think that he isn’t wrong.

With great difficulty he tries not to focus on the scarlet red bra she is wearing. It is however, easier said than done and he feels his cheeks flush pink as she crosses her arms as she sits down across the table from him, only succeeding in pushing her breasts up placing herself further on display. A smirk lifts the corner of her mouth and he knows that he’s been caught staring. Oh God. But who could blame him really?

He’s vaguely aware of Garrett dealing out the new round of cards, still mesmerised by the vision that is a partially undressed Melinda May. Fingers fumbling for a moment, he grasps his cards trying to maintain a neutral expression as he assesses his hand. Glancing up he sees her smile teasingly at him over the top of her cards before flicking her gaze back down to her cards. Selecting three cards from his hand, he slides them down on the table as Garrett deals him three new cards and Melinda just one. When they reveal their cards he feels a cold shiver travel down his spine.

“Hmm… Looks like it’s time to lose the pants Coulson,” she smirks at him giving him a look that could quite possibly be interpreted as ‘bedroom eyes’.

His heart stutters for a moment as she tilts her head at him, eyes watching him attentively. Is Melinda May flirting with him?

“Your foreplay is killing me Coulson,” she teases leaning forwards in her chair across the table providing him with a view that will probably fuel many of his fantasies from now on.

“Uh,” he says, desperately trying not to think about a half naked Melinda May or this could all turn out to be a very embarrassing evening tonight.

She raises an eyebrow at him expectantly crossing her arms and he tries to look at anything but her, thinking about  the most boring thing that he possibly can, cycling through as many Russian words that he knows. Taking as much time as he reasonably can, he slowly pops the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down incrementally. Then there’s nothing left for him to stall with, it’s now or never he supposes. He’s going to kill Garrett for getting him into this later. Slipping his jeans down over his hips he prays that his standard fitted trunks will save his dignity tonight.

She nibbles on her bottom lip in a way that is almost contemplative as his jeans hit the floor. Garrett lets out a whoop, clapping him on the shoulder before saying that he’s going to get another beer. He almost jumps at the touch, startled after briefly forgetting that his friend was still in the room too. Nodding at his friend, he turns back to May who is looking at him in a salacious way, making something stir within him that he really would prefer didn’t whilst he is still in a state of undress. Her dark eyes drift boldly down, as if daring him to say something. His trunks leave little to the imagination and if he’s being honest, there seems to be a spark of interest in May’s eyes as she continues to appraise him.

“What do you say we get out of here?” she says suddenly, eyes flicking towards the door, headed tilted in that adorable way once more.

His eyes widen a fraction at her suggestion, thoughts firing too rapidly for him to make some sort of sensible response.

“Uh, yeah…” he smiles a little shyly, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

Right now, he’d find it much easier to navigate his way into an enemy’s secret base than to even try and attempt to read into what Melinda May, might or might not be suggesting to him. He watches as she slips her top back on before realising that he should follow suit. Hastily, he pulls his jeans back on, sliding his belt through the loops as May bends over to slip her socks and boots back on. Carefully he averts his eyes, at least trying to be a gentleman and not stare at her arse. Tugging his shirt over his head, he catches May sending a quick glance towards him as she throws her jacket over her shoulder. Once they’re fully dressed, he follows her lead out of the door.

As soon as he steps out of the room and back into the main area, he is assaulted by the heavy bass from the speakers of the dance floor. May throws him a quick smile before heading off towards the exit. He thinks that perhaps he should let Garrett know that he's leaving, but he can't see where his friend has disappeared and May has already strode off. Assuring himself that Garrett can take care of himself just fine, he shrugs of any worries he might have and follows after May. When he reaches the exit she takes hold of his hand lightly in hers, dragging him off towards the vehicles.

“Wait where are we going?” He asks as she stops next to a motorcycle.

She smirks at him, grabbing a helmet and throwing it to him.

“Do you trust me?” She asks picking up her own helmet and tucking it under her arm as she steps closer to him.

Standing so close together he realises just how small she actually is as she tilts her head up to look at him. Her question however leaves him a little stumped. In all honesty he hardly knows her. He knows of her through academy gossip and tales, rumours that travel through the academies, even seen her fleetingly from afar a couple of times. But they've never actually spent time together, never talked and had a proper in depth conversation. Which is why he surprises himself when he answers.

“Yes.”

She smiles at his words before taking a step back and putting on her helmet. He can't help but smile back in return as he moves to put on the helmet she had given him. Watching as she climbs astride the motorcycle he can't help but think about how good she looks sitting there with such confidence as she waits for him to settle himself behind her. The truth is though, he's never actually been on a motorcycle before. Trying to be a gentleman once again, he tries not to grab onto her waist too tightly. May however, seems not to be taking any of his gentlemanly bullshit and rearranges his arms around her waist to hold her tightly. He chuckles a little feeling only slightly nervous.

“Just be careful with me ok? It's my first time,” he jokes.

He feels her shoulders shake a little as she lets out a short laugh.

“Don't worry, I'm very experienced,” she quips back patting his hands that are wrapped around her middle.

It's actually a very thrilling experience he admits when they pull up in the parking lot in front of a pizza parlour. May gives him an almost Cheshire Cat like grin as she saunters into the pizzeria. Upon opening the door, they are greeted with the aroma of freshly baked bread, tomato and melting cheese. They order a pizza to share and claim a booth in the back. They talk and sometimes she laughs at his poor jokes, and he finds that he is enjoying himself with her. She tells him about a prank she played on Garrett, subconsciously twirling a bread stick through her fingers in a way that is almost mesmerising as she regales him with Garrett’s outraged response. He wonders what other hidden skills this girl might possess.

When their food arrives their conversation is put on a brief pause as they take the time to enjoy the food. It isn't until he starts eating that he actually realises how hungry he was. Between them, it doesn't take them too long to finish the food, and then they are back to talking again, sipping on their drinks as May picks up her bread stick again and twirls it in that way that has him mesmerised once more. She's funny and witty and warm, and he can't help but hope that tonight doesn't end. Earlier he had been apprehensive about how the night would turn out, and so far, it has actually become one of his most enjoyable to date.

It's late when they finally leave the pizza place. They're actually the last ones to leave. They'd just gotten so caught up in each other that neither of them had really paid much attention to the time. It makes him think however that it must mean that May is enjoying herself as much as he is.

As they ride home, back to the academy, he is disappointed that their night together is quickly coming to its end. May parks the motorcycle and they walk up towards the dorms together, her smaller hand nestled inside his larger one.

“I had a great time with you tonight,” he tells her with smile.

She looks around them, as if she is surveying the area and he wonders if she was paying any attention to what he just said to her.

“Would you like to come up to my room?” She asks him boldly.

His eyes widen at the question and all of the suggestions that it might entail.

“I uh-” he doesn't really know what to say.

“My roommate is away on a mission so I've got the room to myself,” she adds as if he needs to be convinced.

If he's being honest with himself, he really doesn't need much convincing at all. He'd quite literally jump at any opportunity to spend more time with this wonderful and fascinating girl.

“Yes please,” he replies and wants to slap himself on the forehead after the words leave his mouth.

May however just smirks at him, eyes sparkling with amusement as she tugs on his hand and leads him towards her dorm.

SHIELD isn't concerned about categorising dorms by genders, allowing both male and female recruits to reside together in the same building. On their first day during orientation, Phil distinctly remembers that they had all been told that working on a mission could mean having to share their sleeping quarters with others so they could all start getting used to it now. It had surprised a few recruits, but most of them seemed quite pleased with the dorm arrangements. The dorm buildings however were divided into academies and he had never actually been inside the Operations dorm building before.

When they arrive at the building Phil cannot help the slight feeling of giddy excitement that runs through him. He's actually about to enter the Operations dorm, and with the infamous Melinda May at that. It's a night of many firsts for him tonight.

Her room is on the second floor and he waits patiently as she slips her key into the lock and opens the door without a sound. It's close to midnight and the entire floor is quiet. That means that everyone else is either asleep or still at the party. May's gentle tug on his hand leads him into her room, and he's not surprised to find it neat and tidy, barely a thing out of place. He is however surprised by the huge poster of Patrick Swayze stuck up on the wall and it must be evident on his face as May looks at him before rolling her eyes at the poster.

“It belongs to my roommate,” she shares as she leads him further into the room still holding his hand.

He smiles following after her as she settles onto her bed shrugging off her jacket and throwing it on the back of her desk chair before leaning against the wall that one side of her bed is pressed up against. His thigh presses up against hers lightly as he settles himself beside her, and he's not entirely sure about what comes next.

“So…” He trails off in a poor attempt at starting up a conversation as they both stare at the wall on the opposite side of the room, Patrick staring back at them.

May glances over at him with a roll of her eyes.

“You know I didn’t really invite you up here to talk,” she says in a voice tinged with amusement.

Suddenly his heart speeds up and a jolt travels down his spine at the meaning behind her words. Glancing down towards her he finds her brown eyes watching him carefully as her hand traces swirling patterns along the top of his thigh that is pressed against hers. There is a slightly expectant look in her face, as she waits for him to make the next move.

Trying to swallow down any lingering doubts about his confidence, he leans down towards her. She meets him halfway, tilting her face up towards him as their lips meld together in a way that sends heat flashing through him and sparks behind his eyelids. Turning himself to face her so that they are more front on, she moves with him until she is laid back on the bed with him atop her, one of her legs twined around his. When they pull back for air he is able to take in the breathtaking sight that is a slightly breathless Melinda May lying beneath him with kiss reddened lips and dark hair spread about her like a midnight halo.

“Wow,” he says unable to stop his mouth from running.

She chuckles beneath him, a smile lighting up her features and fire dancing in her eyes. He’s never seen anything more beautiful. When she rolls her eyes at him he realises that he just said that aloud and feels the heat of a blush on his cheeks. The blood soon leaves his face to travel south as she pulls him into another kiss, tongues tangling and hands roaming. A soft moan escapes her as he rocks down against her, her hands grabbing tightly at his shirt. He’s distracted as she begins trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck, and can’t suppress the groan he lets out as she bites at his pulse point before laving it with her tongue. Her hands are busy rucking up his shirt, pressing his shoulders back so he moves apart from her just enough so that she can pull it off. The tenderness with which she presses sweet kisses to his skin surprises him as she presses her lips to his chest, nails lightly scratching at his toned stomach, just above the button of his jeans. Her hand drifts down to cup him through his jeans and he lets his head drop as a low groan escapes his throat. She chuckles at his reaction and he feels the delicious vibrations travel across his skin as her lips press open mouthed kisses to his neck. Vaguely through the lust filled haze clouding his mind he registers that Melinda is currently still dressed, something that he needs to remedy. With a hand in her hair he pulls her back up to him, earning himself a moan and slight whimper from her before he captures her lips in a heated and messy kiss, all tongues and teeth. He makes a note to himself about her reaction to his firm hand in her hair, something that may come in handy later. As they kiss he lets his hands slip under the fabric of her tank, his palms and fingers skimming over the soft and silken smooth skin of her taut abdomen. Gliding his hands up her sides, hands brushing the sides of her breasts, he lets her top bunch up as he continues to lift it up further. Almost as if she had read his mind about what he wanted to do next, Melinda arches off the bed as he leans back, allowing him to fully remove her top. of course he's seen her without a shirt on before, their poker game earlier in the night provided him with that lovely insight, but he doesn't think that the sight of her will ever not be something that steals his breath away.

She smirks up at him in a way that most definitely will lead to no good, and he is ready. One hundred percent ready for whatever she has in store for him.

“Lose the jeans Phil,” she tells him as she pushes him back and begins to slip out of her own jeans.

His fingers fumble with buckle of his belt for a moment before he is able to undo the button of his jeans with only slightly less fumbling, managing to get it undone and slide the zipper down before tugging the clothing down and off his legs. When he turns back he finds May leaning back on the bed comfortably, wearing nothing more than scarlet red lingerie and a seductive smile. He lets out a low groan simply at the sight of her, before covering her body with his as their lips crash together in heated passion. The rough lace of her bra scratches against chest as he reaches an arm around her, fingers feeling for the clasp holding it together before he manages to snap it open. His mouth waters as she shrugs the garment off, dropping it over the side of the bed. Leaning down he captures a taut nipple in his mouth, teeth biting down lightly and drawing a quiet gasp from her throat as her hand flies down to hold him to her. He smiles against her skin, teasing her with an unpredictable pattern of licks, sucks and bites, one of his hands drifting up to massage the flesh of her other breast, occasionally pinching, making her lose her breath for a moment. Switching between his hands and mouth he is vaguely aware of her nails scratching lightly at his scalp. When he raises his head and looks up at her, he is pleased to find her looking completely wrecked, lips reddened from his kisses, tousled hair splayed about the pillow and skin flushed a delightful pink. She smiles at him, a hand on his neck drawing him down towards her as their lips meet. Biting down on her lower lip as they part, he is surprised when she flips them over, her legs straddling his waist. A small smirk tugs at her lips as she shifts down his legs, a low groan escaping him as she brushes over where he is already hard. Nimble fingers toy with the waistband of his briefs before removing them and dropping them over the side of the bed. Then, without any warning or pre-empt, she sweeps her hair over one shoulder before leaning down and taking him into her mouth.

A deep moan is released from his throat at the warmth and wet suddenly surrounding him. A shiver runs down his spine as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock and he reaches a hand to tighten in her hair causing a low moan to sound from her, the vibrations of it running through him. Her hands grip his thighs tightly as she takes him down deeper and he resists the urge to thrust his hips ups, Her hair tickles against his skin as she begins to bob her head in earnest, taking him down deeply and hollowing out her cheeks. His grip on her hair tightens when she brushes her fingers lightly against his balls, a thousand sensations rushing through him. When she presses her tongue to the underside of his cock as he slides between her lips, he feels his balls begin to tighten and knows he’s about to come, Pulling lightly on her hair in warning, unable to make a coherent sentence, Melinda simply flicks her eyes up at him taking him even deeper. It’s too much and he can only watch through a haze of pleasure as he comes and she swallows it all down. It is honestly the hottest thing he has ever seen.

She crawls up the bed beside him, curling herself against his side as he breathes out heavily. A low chuckle is released from her throat as she reaches up to press a kiss to his neck, just beneath his jaw. Turning his head, he captures her lips with his own and buries a hand in her hair as he rolls over so she now lays on her back. She whimpers a little when he tightens his hold of her hair, a sound that he loves hearing from her. Mouthing along her neck, he bites down lightly on the soft skin just below her ear before sucking a bruise, a little memento from their night together. Reaching a hand down, he feels the damp silk and lace of her panties, a soft moan escaping her as brushes his fingers lightly against where she wants him most. Pulling the fabric from her skin, he removes her panties and takes a moment to admire the sight of her naked beneath him. She reaches an arm up to wrap around his neck pulling him back down to her and sealing his lips with her own. He licks into her mouth as she opens up to him, tongues sliding together and he can taste the unfamiliar flavour of what must be him on her tongue. The thought makes his blood rush south and he can’t help himself from biting down on her lower lip. She moans at the action, eyes fluttering open to watch him as he pulls back from her and brushes his hand against her folds making her tremble slightly in anticipation. His blue eyes watch her carefully as he slips a finger inside her easily, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment and a sharp exhale leaving her. Moving his finger gently inside her, he adds a second finger as he shuffles down her body and rubs lightly at her clit with his thumb causing her to gasp quietly at the sensations coursing through her. Settling himself between her spread legs, he lowers his head and sucks her clit between his lips, thrusting his fingers into her making her cry out above him, urging him on. Alternating between licking and sucking, he adds a third finger and scissors his fingers in a way that has her seeing stars a breathless cry escaping her. Her fingers tangle in the short strands of his hair running through them and gripping tightly as he keeps an unpredictable pattern leaving her reeling as her body is overcome with sensations. He sucks firmly at her clit curling his fingers inside her and he feels a rush of wetness slip down his fingers as she climaxes, walls tightening around his fingers and a cry sounding from her lips.

Removing his fingers whilst she regains her breath, he wipes her arousal from his face and sucks his fingers clean. She looks up at him through hooded eyes and he can't resist stealing a kiss from her lips. She is warm and pliant beneath him, her lips melding with his and letting him take control of the kiss as he licks into her mouth and tangles his tongue with hers. Only when she wraps a small hand around his hard length is he reminded of the fact that he is more than ready to go for a round three. His eyes hold a question as he looks down at Melinda, her nails scratching a swirling pattern on his chest as she rubs the other over his hard erection.

“I'm good,” she tells him pressing a gentle kiss against his lips with only the slightest hint of the intensity of her orgasm before.

“Sure?” He asks not wanting to pressure her or rush things.

She rolls her eyes at him releasing him from her grip as she turns around to rifle through her bedside table. Finding the box of condoms she was looking for, she picks out a small foil packet and throws it over to him.

“Suit up Coulson,” she smirks with a playful glint in her eyes.

He laughs at her joke but gets down to business nonetheless, ripping open the packet and slipping the condom on. Giving himself a few quick pumps, he looks at her with a slightly nervous smile as she spreads her legs either side of him. Shuffling closer to her between her legs, he leans down towards her placing a kiss to her lips.

“Is this alright?” He asks as he pulls back.

“Perfect,” she smirks at him wrapping a leg around his own and tugging him down closer to her.

Smiling, he can't help kissing her as he guides himself to her entrance, feeling her tense slightly beneath him as the head of his cock enters her. He pauses though it takes almost all his self control not to just push himself all the way in. When he feels her exhale against his shoulder and her body yield beneath his, he takes his cue and slowly slides himself in further. His eyes fall shut as he struggles to maintain his control, her wet heat surrounding him almost too much.

“You feel so good,” he gasps against her skin as her fingers dig into his shoulder blades holding him close.

All he receives in reply is a quiet moan as Melinda finds herself speechless. He fits her perfectly, stretching her in all the right ways and providing her with a satisfying fullness.

“Phil,” she all but whines as she wraps her legs up around his waist tightly and tilts her hips up causing him to slide in a little deeper.

Not one to disappoint, he slowly pulls himself back until he is almost all the way out before pushing his hips forward slowly, so he is buried deeply inside her again. She writhes beneath him as he bottoms out, his cock hitting against the top of her cervix. Slowly he builds his pace, not wanting to rush this but rather wanting to savour every moment. As his hips start moving faster, he's eventually pounding into her as she cries out beneath him, fingernails digging into his skin as she clings to his shoulders and her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist as the force of his thrusts send her shifting up the bed slightly. Changing his angle slightly and thrusting up more, his name falls like a breathless chant from her lips as he repeatedly hits that spot inside her making sparks shoot behind her eyelids. He captures her lips in a messy kiss as he feels himself nearing his climax. Rubbing his thumb over her clit, he feels her cry out against his lips and her legs tighten about his waist as she comes, walls tightening all around him and sending him into his own climax as he cries her name out against her skin.

After ridding the condom and throwing it in the trash, he slides back under the sheets with her, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder and neck as he feels her fingers gently combing through his hair. Gradually kissing his way up, he finally makes his way to her lips, capturing them in a sweet kiss. The moment feels incredibly intimate, the quiet surrounding them making it all seem almost surreal. When he pulls back he finds he dark eyes watching him with a softness to them that he hadn’t quite been expecting. Lightly, she traces her fingertips across his brow and down his cheek and it almost feels like love. She presses another kiss to his lips, this one more intense and deeper which has his fingertips lightly digging into her hips as he holds her close to him. They’re both breathing a little heavily when they part and he’s just the slightest bit surprised when she tucks herself into his side, her head resting on his shoulder as one of her legs hooks over his.

“Stay?” she asks quietly without looking up at him.

Looking down at her curled up at his side he can’t comprehend how it’s even a valid question.

“Of course,” he murmurs pressing a soft kiss to her.

He feels her smile against his neck as she presses her lips to it briefly, and he’s quite content to just stay there and enjoy being together.

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Sunlight is streaming through the open curtains as he wakes, eyes clamping shut at the bright light before slowly opening. Feeling a weight upon his chest, he looks down and the memories of last night come flooding through his mind. Running his fingers through the long dark strands of Melinda’s hair, a smile comes unbidden to his lips as he watches her sleep peacefully. He watches as she gradually wakes, her eyes squeeze shut tighter and her nose scrunches slightly in the most adorable way. Blinking her deep brown eyes open sleepily, he smiles down at her as he continues to card his fingers through her hair. Moving to shift herself up into a sitting position, with the sheet held up against her chest, he worries for a moment as she looks around her as if trying to recall how she ended up here before she looks down at him.

“Morning,” she says softly, a small smile forming on her lips as she almost self consciously runs a hand through her hair pushing it back from her face.

Smiling in response, he moves into an upright sitting position and places a gentle hand on her cheek as he presses his lips to hers briefly.

“Morning,” he smiles enjoying the way she leans into his touch.

A part of him had been worried that she would regret last night in hindsight and he is so relieved that she seems to be feeling quite the opposite.

“Hungry?” she asks him as she climbs out of the bed to get dressed, rifling through her drawers to pull out a clean set of underwear.

“Hmmm,” he replies a little distracted by her naked form.

Turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, a knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Phil,” she speaks to him again, “eyes up here.”

His eyes snap up to her face as if he hadn’t just been ogling her arse but there is the hint of a blush on his cheeks and she can’t help the amused snort that escapes her as she shakes her head at him fondly.

“Here,” she bends down to pick his boxers off the floor and chucks them at his chest which he catches. “Get dressed.”

He smiles, telling her a quiet thanks as she turns back around and slips into a clean set of panties and slides on a bra. Turning back around just as his head pops out of his t-shirt, he looks too cute with his hair all ruffled and bright blue eyes looking at her adoringly.

“Dork,” she tells him with affection in her voice as she takes a few steps towards him to comb her fingers through his hair and flatten out some of the tufts sticking out.

He chuckles tracing his fingers over the skin of her hips just above the waistline of her panties.

“Not all of us look so good in the morning,” he tells her teasingly.

Rolling her eyes at him she swats his shoulder playfully before stepping back to open up her closet. Pulling on a pair of faded blue jeans, a simple white tee and volleys, she runs her fingers through her hair roughly a few times. Whilst she is checking her reflection in the mirror briefly, she sees Phil approach behind her before she feels a pair of arms slip around her waist.

“You look amazing,” he tells her pressing a kiss behind her ear.

Turning around in his arms she can’t help rolling her eyes good naturedly at what an affectionate dork he is. Kissing him soundly, she chuckles at his quiet whine as she pulls back and steps out of his arms.

“Come on,” she tells him as she opens the door, “I want breakfast.”

They walk out of her room together and the halls are oddly quiet and empty of any other people.

“Hangovers,” Melinda says as if she had read his thoughts and he can’t help smiling down at her.

When they leave the dorms and head towards the mess hall there are a few other cadets about but it’s still unusually quiet.

“We should probably keep this on the down low,” she says breaking the silence surrounding them as they enter the mess hall and spy Garrett sitting alone at a table with a large cup of coffee and a scowl.

Garrett looks up at the sound of footsteps and upon seeing Phil and Melinda together he waves his friend over eagerly.

“Time to put that poker face to good use. I'm still not convinced you've got game,” Melinda smirks beside him before nudging him towards Garrett as she moved off to get herself some breakfast.

He throws her a playful wounded look as she rolls her eyes at him. Taking a deep breath, Phil walks over to his friend, schooling his features into a carefully neutral expression. He's gotta show Melinda that he's got game.

“Hey,” he says casually as he slides into the seat across from Garrett.

“So,” Garrett says leaning forward eagerly skipping greetings entirely, “tell me all about it.”

“About what?” he asks innocently raising a quizzical brow.

“You know what I mean,” Garrett looks at him as if he is a moron, “May.”

“What about May?” he tilts his head and wishes he had stopped to maybe pick up a coffee before dealing with his difficult friend.

Garrett lets out a slightly exasperated huff as he stares at Phil.

“Stop playing stupid Phil,” he tells him irritatedly, “now spill.”

“There’s nothing to spill,” he shrugs leaning back in his chair casually.

Garrett frowns at him, unsure whether his friend is an actual moron or just deliberately not answering his questions.

“Come on Phil,” he leans forward with a crooked smile. “You disappeared from the party with Melinda May last night and you showed up here with her this morning. In the same clothes from last night I might add. I doubt that there’s “nothing to spill”.”

Phil shrugs again with a lost expression on his face. He new Garrett would pester him about last night, he’s persistent to say the least, but he can hear Melinda’s voice in his head telling him to use his poker face. He only hopes that it’s working.

“We hung out for a bit,” he says with a carefully cool expression.

Garrett stares at him for a moment, barely blinking as he scrutinizes Phil’s face.

“What a waste,” he shakes his head at Phil, as if he is deeply disappointed in him. “May picks you out of all us guys and all you do is “hangout”? Come on Phil, we all saw the way you two were making eyes at each other last night.”

“Sorry,” he replies even though he really isn’t, but Garrett doesn’t know that does he?

“Of all the guys and then you don’t even do the do,” Garrett mutters to himself as if he is truly mystified by the whole situation.

It takes all the training Phil has not to laugh at his friends disgruntled expression as if he is the one who has been personally wronged. If only he knew. Garrett takes a drink of his coffee still shaking his head and muttering to himself when Phil receives a message on his phone. Opening it up he is tempted to smile but resists the urge whilst still sitting with Garrett who would most definitely question him about it. Across the room he sees Melinda cast him a suggestive look before disappearing out the hall exit. Glancing down at the message once more, he feels the corners of his lips twitch up just slightly.

Your game needs work. Come over later and I'll help you with it ;)

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Notes:

Please leave a comment and let me know what you thought of this. I know it was long but it took me ages to complete this. It's really supposed to be a one shot, but if there is demand I may add a second instalment.